======================================== SAMPLE 1 ======================================== |But I shall tell thee of the glorious days 1008|Of that old strife, wherein the truth of it 1008|Atoned, though at the most points of the pulp 1008|Be passed through: and about the torment, which 1008|A Hermit in his youth thoughte, yet made 1008|Still worse by his words, where he said, 'Peace! 1008|Keep silence here; because in any place 1008|I heard of charity the while I dwelt, 1008|And of her tears made e'en my lot a sting: 1008|And, but for those, in truth, to heaven were found 1008|The spirit of him offered by the sea, 1008|So that, out struggling, he made no denial. 1008|But the proud spirit, soon as he was silent, 1008|Embraced me, even in bidding me speak therefore, 1008|And with such gentle voice and such great front 1008|Came up unto my Saviour, that he made 1008|Full many a sign, how that all virtue he 1008|Would at his own discretion hear and mark; 1008|Then saw he the chief flower of love delight 1008|Within the living light, and made such pact, 1008|That it would make bliss vouchsafe to him. 1008|Paradiso: Canto XXIX 1008|The day, that most of us had sojourning 1008|'Mong the sweet spirits, from the highest shaft 1008|Of their kind master had not looked on them, 1008|Into the eyes forth from the bark they came; 1008|Two palms it bore of one and of the letters, 1008|And the other two with wings outspread. 1008|Not in beatitude do I behold them, 1008|But in and out of hope they uttered a 1008|Heaven-toned word of comfort, so that reached 1008|The upper light, which in attention hung 1008|With the low shores, that to the nether shores 1008|Were as the utmost thread 'to the high point. 1008|And that unceasing after-effiguring 1008|Of the eternal Sire, upon the which 1008|One live soul only drew its breath mysteriously, 1008|Up to the point, so pointed to the source 1008|Of what it had been, I never it knew, 1008|And hence never would have recognized. 1008|What verdure of an undivided heart 1008|Resolved, I say; and he complained e'en thus: 1008|"What from thy soul unto the Good I send 1008|I ever pray to, and by grace of that 1008|Pointing myself I pray thee to the world, 1008|To point thee the great mystery of love, 1008|From this, the bottom to the source of all 1008|Concerning thee; and not by its green leaves 1008|Of science so unsullied was the thought, 1008|As a small-handled cup, acquired by men. 1008|The mind's eye, taking from the mortal world 1008|All that it asks of bar or of the gold, 1008|With the same fury burns as it was wont; 1008|Now it may be by lantern or by shining, 1008|Since both thy and my love has made me its." 1008|The Almighty Father in his thunder made 1008|Resenting, and all round about Him round 1008|Went down his smitten steps, so that the air 1008|Impregnate came not from his visitations, 1008|Setting a day of darkness on all sides. 1008|Therefore mine eyes I lifted to the ground, 1008|And I beheld a river by the ice 1008|Chained up and flowing back along the ice, 1008|And suddenly before my feet it melted; 1008|And what it now behoves me to retrace 1008|The cause I had of it in heart I felt. 1008|As the Sicilian bull, that rightfully 1008|His cries first echoed in the mountains, 1008|Did so rebellow, with the sound of which 1008|It made my very blood to quicken well, 1008|The dolorous accents which envenom'd me, 1008|Forthwith I hasten'd unto where reply 1008|Was made: "O Ro! Brunhild ======================================== SAMPLE 2 ======================================== |Hear the tale that the funeral chant is telling, 2491|For the sorrows of other's children that dwell 2491|Like sweet flowers upon the wold? 2491|'Tis the tale of a life which is fled and gone, 2491|And the star of a hope which shone 2491|Bright above it, though dark may it be, 2491|For the hopes of a brighter day are fled 2491|And the joys of a happier lot? 2491|'Tis the tale of a life with the weary and sad, 2491|Where sorrows begin and rest. 2491|For only a song can the widow's soul glad 2491|Who sits musing 'mid shadows drear. 2491|And only a music, sad with its sighs, 2491|Till sad to the soul as death draws near 2491|As life on her fragile bark! 2491|I hear their voices faint in my slumbrous sleep, 2491|The music of lives that seem less real 2491|Than phantoms are dream-bound in duty's mystic keep, 2491|With music that seems to be more real 2491|Than phantoms are dream-bound in duty's mystic keep 2491|For souls that sin may not see! 2491|All round about us seems, in every place, 2491|As far off as the eyes of kith and kin, 2491|The ever-tremulous busy world's harmonious race, 2491|And I hear the mighty ocean tides, 2491|Feeling their strength, their might, their rhythmic din, 2491|Are calling me all into one wide choral face, 2491|And I hear the infinite singing of the winds, 2491|That seem to make me simply live!... 2491|The world seems a world that is full of sound and motion; 2491|A world of beauty and of music, where it lies; 2491|Yet all that is and has for me seems one more treasure 2491|Than all the world dreams leave in the skies. 2491|I hear the mighty tides of life, 2491|They're crying to me, 2491|They rise and sink in a restless strife 2491|Of endless song. 2491|Yet every stroke of sorrow's sword 2491|Comes surely from afar, 2491|That is true peace which is hard on board 2491|Though oceans be dark and terrors war. 2491|I hear the myriad singing words 2491|Of ocean's depths, 2491|They come like a song of broken birds, 2491|The music floats on the air and stirs 2491|My life to bear its measure in calms 2491|Of perfect peace, and it is good, 2491|But all is false peace only. 2491|When first I heard the autumn rain 2491|Sink down the hollows on the plain, 2491|I held it very near, 2491|And as I spoke to March again 2491|I felt the long, slow throbbing rain 2491|Creep from the earth in sudden flight 2491|Through all the veins of earth again, 2491|And in the sunlit, silent night 2491|The world grew far forlorn. 2491|And April came with rushing rains, 2491|And leaves about the naked lanes. 2491|I saw again the August noon 2491|Roll round the world in blazing heaps. 2491|And in the sunlight and the dark 2491|A thousand germs their pageant crush. 2491|And from the earth the maples bloom 2491|In odors of the breath of bloom 2491|And from the meadows and the hills 2491|The rosy clouds drop down their spilled spilled spilled spilled 2491|And drunken with the rain it kills. 2491|And soon above the hills shall crash 2491|The thunder of rain-wings, 2491|And all the naked trees and shrubs 2491|Shall lie, like naked, naked blades. 2491|Out on the hills there shall be rain, 2491|And the maples down the windy lane 2491|Shall bleed, and flowers shall weep again 2491|Through the weary hours of rain. 2491|They shall lie where the maples lie 2491|Deep in their bosoms, cold and numb, 2491|Each with its wound on either arm, ======================================== SAMPLE 3 ======================================== it; _I've_ said that! 37804|Hath he never done it? 37804|Evermore a strange, strange fear 37804|Blurs us both together. 37804|Hath he wrong'd his sister's life? 37804|See, he wakes--the white moon shines-- 37804|There is joy in the open air, 37804|There is life and death in the garden there, 37804|There is death in the garden! 37804|O thou red rose in the garden, 37804|O thou jasmine-lily, 37804|I am glad that thou art blowing 37804|A long, white daffodil. 37804|I see the blackbird is trying 37804|His best in the orchard, 37804|But the brown thrush is trying 37804|His best in the orchard. 37804|And as the sun sinks low descending, 37804|And twilight takes us, 37804|The orchard pink grows deeper 37804|That we have strewed the gravel, 37804|The red fox in the thicket 37804|Kneels down, bows down to coolness 37804|And sheds out all his vigour. 37804|And after all the fever 37804|Of fever in the garden, 37804|The white-petalled white fox 37804|Opens himself to coolness 37804|In the late evening. 37804|But when the last child started 37804|The white fox to his feet flew, 37804|And the old fox was master 37804|Of all the magic heathen. 37804|Till when the faint huntsman 37804|Had snuffed the fragrant water 37804|Over his plump ears and skin, 37804|In the old way he knew not 37804|Till morn had almost shone; 37804|And then the fox came slowly 37804|And left the place unguessed; 37804|The white fox was not master, 37804|Although he had been master, 37804|Although he had been servant 37804|And now he could be master 37804|Of all the magic powers 37804|That keep the place enchanted 37804|In the wide earth and water. 37804|When in the garden close at hand, 37804|The fireflies, half in earnest, 37804|And half in earnest, meet the band 37804|Of butterflies and children. 37804|But when the fireflies meet the band 37804|Of butterflies and children, 37804|And then the old man, hand in hand, 37804|Crackles himself, and rises. 37804|The old man turns again and lops 37804|His thin hands, and then shakes his head 37804|And stares unto the sky and his eyes 37804|Over the garden that he has made 37804|Before the gates in the whole forest, 37804|Where he shall make sweet music 37804|Out of the flute-notes where he played. 37804|And when the fireflies meet the flute 37804|Those yellow yellow flowers, 37804|And the old man comes, with happy speech, 37804|Over the garden that he loved. 37804|And then the door opens and I see 37804|The flowers that have made him so, 37804|And the old man turns and moves the door 37804|And opens it, and gives a nod, 37804|And makes a pretty white-faced thing. 37804|It is an old man when he said 37804|He never did love again, 37804|And when it was not his, he said 37804|He never loved again. 37804|And when the old man paused and said 37804|He never loved again. 37804|He says the old man was a bird 37804|Which flew from out the summer day, 37804|And this, I think, was that bird, 37804|Which flew from out the summer ray. 37804|The old man is a bird 37804|With a silver bill and a silver wing in it; 37804|And that is why, through the tree roots there are two 37804|Come running by. 37804|And if you see me now 37804|Go you to the clear blue sky; 37804|For still I seem to be 37804|Unto my eyes. 37804|And if you see me now, ======================================== SAMPLE 4 ======================================== ," he says, "I feel no shame to be your very own." 21700|They give a short account of his being placed in the bank, 21700|And, when the money would fill up the plenteousest cup, 21700|Drink, and were ready, they caught the two slaves, and they 21700|Turned home to where exactly four slaves lay. 21700|Now the new gentleman, the gentleman, the prince, 21700|The prince of the court, the judges and juryman's plea, 21700|Have put, in this country, and I'm not on your trail, 21700|The only one known to you all, and the reason but one; 21700|But this old gentleman's coat oft has tumbled from the wan, 21700|Tore it, and put it in prints. That other beggar had not 21700|A look of deep shame; I must own it the noblest in the nation. 21700|The young girl who sat in the window, had but one word or two 21700|To say her sweetheart would be free from their chain, and be free 21700|From all taint of her note. She was young, she was innocent, 21700|And she had in her way some strong action of nature. 21700|What could such a feeling have for the wretch's 'larum 21700|that he should be able to get into the engine; 21700|It might be that all the old fellows would be safe. 21700|At the hour, when the fire was coming down, and the smoke 21700|boatered about with its tail to smoke, this old man 21700|rose out to look up. He felt no pain of shame from his face, 21700|And as a white cloth he lay in the soft, smooth seat. 21700|"My dear lady, I can see that you are a good girl," he said, 21700|"For it's all one," quoth the lady, "for you know I'm a maid; 21700|That is just as I wish it. I see you have a husband, 21700|And I must get back; and now go on, for I'm very ill." 21700|But the man, who was lying back there, hurriedly 21700|Turned round, and he saw it was strange that he thus was alone, 21700|And then thought of the lady, her face and her features, 21700|Her eyes and the face of a man who had been the pick of 21700|men's wigs. 21700|"And now," quoth the man, "when I get up to the morning 21700|I shall put out my candles, and if I don't see 21700|The candle flame, the knife, and the candle flame 21700|Shall burn up for you." 21700|And he went and gazed into the fresh, fresh morning 21700|With his eyes; and then he saw before him all 21700|Those faces. 21700|The only known here because a great number of 21700|things. 21700|"We are in the Lord's service. You have never, my 21700|friend, lived in the Lord's name. Where does the Lord sleep?" 21700|There he was looking at her then, upstaid awhile 21700|By that strange new look in her eyes, when she saw through 21700|some secret door. 21700|"You know," she said, "I know an angel, but you are mad 21700|and glad, because I send you here from out a far 21700|countries and on my errand. Have the woman your eyes 21700|brought over with you to this Paradise?" 21700|"Yes, yes, my brother," answered the young man. 21700|"Do you say you would like to know?" 21700|"Yes, dear, I know it." 21700|"Yes, dear, I know the very words I used to say. That was 21700|I can, dear." 21700|"Yes, dear, I know it. I know the reason, but I cannot," 21700|replied the young man. 21700|"It is your eye, lady," he said, "that helps me out. I know 21700|a thing or two, and I cannot tell what to do. I know it is 21700|not the way for you. You are foolish enough to know." 21700|"But this I cannot bear. Where are they now?" ======================================== SAMPLE 5 ======================================== as in the dark, 9388|On the border of the snow; 9388|With a sound of wailing and lament 9388|And a cry of pain below. 9388|"_O, the little white town below!_" 9388|And the people all are proud 9388|Of the little white town below, 9388|With its scepter and its crown, 9388|To govern as they bow. 9388|As for the little white town below 9388|(And the people all are proud 9388|Of the little white town below, 9388|With its scepter and its crown), 9388|So little white town below 9388|Our father's palace grow; 9388|And the little white town below 9388|(And the people all are proud 9388|Of the little white town below, 9388|With their scepter and their crown,) 9388|The money and the town. 9388|Little white town below 9388|Where the lilies grow and blow. 9388|Little white town below 9388|Where the cresses grow and blow. 9388|And the people all say: 9388|"O, the little white town below!_" 9388|And the people all say: 9388|"O, the little white town below, 9388|Which we all dearly love!" 9388|And the little white town below 9388|Is the meadow by the mill, 9388|Where I can always see to-day 9388|The little white town below, 9388|And the people all say: 9388|"O, the little white town below!_" 9388|And the people all say: 9388|"O, the little white town below, 9388|With its shaded ways and paths of stone; 9388|And the children still, and the old grey days, 9388|As the days and the years go by; 9388|And childhood and childhood, and all the joys 9388|In the land that the long years make glad. 9388|And the hearts of the little white town 9388|Are so full of the joys I have known; 9388|And my friends on the open sea, 9388|The little white town below, 9388|The little white town below, 9388|The little white town below, 9388|The little white town below. 9388|And when I am gone away 9388|And you lie cold and cheerless, O! 9388|With the midnight darkness o'er me, 9388|And the winds on the wild sea shore, 9388|I think of the little white town below, 9388|And the people below, 9388|And think of all friends round me, 9388|And the land that is dear to-day. 9388|The rain is raining all around, 9388|The wind is in the trees, 9388|And in the garden ground 9388|Is happy children playing, 9388|Their little hands in ours. 9388|The wind is raining all around, 9388|The wind is in the trees, 9388|And in the orchard ground 9388|Is happy children walking, 9388|Their little hands with blriers crossed, 9388|And in the dark alone, 9388|Are happy little maids 9388|In happy crowds with little girls. 9388|There goes the Millicent bee 9388|Who for nice stories telling, 9388|On rainy days, when we were young, 9388|Were always coming flying. 9388|The trees are getting all again, 9388|The wind goes blowing faster, 9388|The trees are growing quite a tree, 9388|They're getting very faster. 9388|Their tops are growing out again, 9388|They have so many pears; 9388|And down again comes big black bear, 9388|Who's got a nice long thistle, 9388|The last that ever came alive 9388|Was a beautiful old Muff. 9388|I saw him when of yore-- 9388|His beard was long and surly 9388|And comelier than before, 9388|And something held his hide-- 9388|A simple Poth Hill-Mole. 9388|He had to leave the field 9388|To go and sleep unseen 9388|And never ======================================== SAMPLE 6 ======================================== ._ Why, it were not easy to deny that in his 1008|Christian faith he went about and not at rest; as for him, so 1008|that where he died his wife went with other children. Here 1008|mentioned the plant. Provinced in this I cannot err, and no 1008|doubt is left to us; for, if good men have good will, so much 1008|perfect and so equal is my goodwill that in my short life 1008|what it contains by itself. But, alas! it does not service 1008|to another's good, so that it makes me laugh to scorn at 1008|what I hear. But confess, dear Sire, I have been of the sons 1008|of men a pack, which in the very bad part is only gallantry, 1008|and takes away all others by the violence of the fire. Therefore 1008|let me cease because I fear lest I am one of the damned, even 1008|as I was, when I escaped the perdition of death. For 1008|then thou saidst that the thief, Laias, did eat a beast of 1008|others, and was made flesh of that once who fed it. This is 1008|at the threshold of thine house. But now of the lambs thou 1008|kneedest not; for on this account, thou seest yourself fasting 1008|in this guise, and knowest not why you go away. This is that 1008|which your backs and feet at once give before you; think not 1008|upon that one who goes in confidence to that which was not 1008|scattered. Oh how much better were it had you stay behind, 1008|and go in solitude, after having been raised up as high as any 1008|man who holds his tongue, than his words! Oh sooth, this is not 1008|pardon for me if I speak ill of the song! Enough that I 1008|should ever be the theme of my own song, and thou hast not the 1008|mind that another time I sing--but, gentle Princes, I should 1008|always be with thee if to have a mind and proper worth were 1008|there. 1008|The limpid water which still trickles along the verdure with 1008|which, for a sign to you, I mix with it, being filled with 1008|terpent water. I will make other use of it, and call that 1008|loftiness again, without disunity. The Eunuchus and the Hyaïa 1008|constellated on the top of the ridge of the rock where the 1008|Vulcan is mute. 1008|My ship is near at hand to other Tarshish Germans, who at my head 1008|are so completely careless to drink of the sparkling cup, they 1008|will take occasion to say what I heard, and in a voice so 1008|sweet and gracious, that even the fish seemed in tune. My vessel 1008|that sails so slowly passes the current is wholly deserted, and 1008|the ship is now afloat, and none is there that will take my 1008|place again. 1008|But my lord, for my part, I was far the better. So far did 1008|you, O swifter than good sails, chase so far beyond any other 1008|mind to-day, though I did not see you before. And now you be 1008|very blessed, and my pleasure you may be forgiven. And behold, 1008|this ship having all of us settled, we shall meet together, 1008|when we return to our promised land! And we will be in company 1008|with the sea-girt warriors, and will call upon them, O 1008|Eurybates, to lead out of the hollow ship into the mouth of 1008|the sea-begotten city. But we must first make ready for our 1008|courtesy, and the people will have no more fear of hurt. I 1008|will, however, give you due honors and due esteem to your 1008|presence. Thus we will treat thee as a friend, and will likewise 1008|honour thee in all things, as a benignant and good patron. Nor 1008|are we unequal, neither open-handed, neither heedless of the 1008|day, nor without the help of the sunshine. The sun ======================================== SAMPLE 7 ======================================== , with 692|which they find 692|a moral on the whole, with all its parses upon them; 692|and of how, after supper, they put out the lamp. 692|And thus the plan continued, until, through all the 692|sensible parts 692|of the garden, one of them came on in a far brighter 692|sunlight, as if he said to some one else:-- 692|"I have watched and have seen for your keepers in 692|Vallon with the blossoms than you do; 692|and I don't think a young man like him. 692|So here's my life," he urged and went on 692|bizzyily. 692|And, though we called upon those records for 692|the children's remembrances, and had our fill 692|Of fun in the old house, and their clothes, 692|yet I could see his face, yet I could not 692|understand, however hard the task, 692|his eyes, his eyes, the little open hand without 692|bless, the little laughing mouth, the 692|gracious mouth that splendid white, 692|the mouth that full and kind and cool, 692|and his noble, heroic, youthful blood-- 692|now there's no such thing to do. 692|And, when a little child is born, 692|and when the sun comes up again, 692|he won't be very much the worse for 692|this: to be a little speck of dirt 692|to that small speck of dirt. 692|And I believe it is a sin, 692|but then--and then, I know, there's nothing 692|there in the wide world like that; 692|you can't find anything like that. 692|Why, if you're born, you can't look about 692|and can't find things like that. 692|But if there's anything on earth, 692|there's nothing at your birth 692|But only--and this little speck of dirt 692|and that little speck of dirt. 692|Last night I saw a little baby 692|Marching in the morning light; 692|Romping at the garden wall, 692|Singing high, we said "Good-night." 692|And he told us, "We will walk in 692|this way, we will show you- 692|Three little pence, two little pence. 692|Three little pence! We will talk 692|together--I'll take it to the king, 692|For king need be a bit of pity-- 692|And the queen be very kind and good, 692|and all that is good will so. 692|And the little baby shall be king 692|as long as he shall be, 692|And the queen be good, and all that 692|is good will be good enough for him. 692|And the king be good, and everything 692|that is good will be good, 692|And he shall look like the little baby 692|As our little king of heaven. 692|And the little baby shall be king 692|as long as he shall be, 692|And the king be good, and every one 692|be good enough for him. 692|If it's good to look at our little king, 692|And look at our little king, 692|We'll tell you everything, one, two, three, 692|Though the king be good, and everything 692|is good enough for him, 692|And the king be good, and whatever 692|be good we'll say for it. 692|But if it's bad to look at the little king, 692|And look at our little king, 692|We'll tell you everything, one, two, three, 692|though the king be good, and everything 692|is good enough for him, 692|And the king be good, though the king be bad, 692|and the king be very sad; 692|So if it's bad to look at our little king, 692|And look at our little king, 692|We'll tell you everything, one, three, three, 692|Though the king be good, and everything 692|is good enough for him, 692|And the king be good, and everything 692|is good enough for him. 692|When the days are long, the days are long, 692|The boys are sad, the time is brief; 692|The little heart is sad, and sadder ======================================== SAMPLE 8 ======================================== . 266|This was the fairest of the route, 266|Which unto Senne was comen in 266|Of men, which to a Cite went; 266|Which love hath set al that therinne, 266|And hath ordeined with his route 266|That Cite was full fat and faire, 266|As thou hast understonde above. 266|This faire ymage, which was cleverest 266|Among the pourpos of richesse 266|Of this treson, I understonde 266|In manere as it was in hir honde 266|So moche as in this worthi time, 266|Of worthi ymage in anplace, 266|Which of hire name no mene 266|Hath left in gold a thousend place, 266|As sche which was in swede drouh 266|And slowh hire in a mannes yhe, 266|So that a kinges dowhter save 266|Him in hire ymage, as sche fond 266|And preide unto hire Soster Sonne. 266|And therof was this noble feste 266|Of bodili, which was bewhit 266|Of old concilite and wit 266|Upon the point of this Ensamaulde, 266|And forto speke in special, 266|And be diverse of goode dede 266|Amonges othre which now stod 266|In prophece and in honour 266|Of hem was come a soubtil hond, 266|To knowe who the toun hath do. 266|The whiche of this parfit ymage 266|Which hadde ben goddess and almyh 266|Whiche of here guerdon weren goode, 266|Togedre be the thridde also, 266|And so the goddes be desesed, 266|Of al this thing a riche bedd, 266|For goddes sake and such a sped 266|Of charite, which was forth broght, 266|Of gold that is to mannes heste, 266|Hire ymage set upon encressh, 266|So that this maidenhod was eke 266|The faireste and most tendre of alle, 266|That was hire name ded of alle. 266|Bot forto make here honour, 266|What wommen that here herte liveth, 266|Togedre speke, and seide in this wise: 266|"O thou which alle thinges hath, 266|Thin yhe folke hath wel to wene 266|And wot noght of so good a beste, 266|For wel wot I thin appetyete, 266|That eny thing which thou hast do, 266|With good ymage it was put on 266|And set upon an other side; 266|Wherinne stod an other stille, 266|The thridde signe was unkeet, 266|And natheles the fleissh, I trowe, 266|Of goddes yhe mai noght duelle. 266|For wel it falleth that I schal 266|Yive love enoie natheles 266|Unto the grete men of Tyr." 266|Thus was the wyn the signified 266|Unto the man, which mochel herde 266|What thing that he wolde undertake. 266|A worthi swevene sorwe awake 266|This Pandarus, with him alyve 266|And seide it was a wonder wif: 266|"The ferste of suche lifes lif 266|Forth with the dedly oghne lif 266|Thurgh drinke of love and eny lust." 266|Fro day to nyht this gret conceipte 266|Ther was, of whom yit hath befalle, 266|The betre avisement and hente 266|This proude world, that of a beste 266|Hadde al this worldes contienplerie, 266|Be so it thoghte hem for no wighte 266|And tornen hom to helle out of his witt. 266|Thus was these olde wynches skiled, 266|Til that it fell that time so, 266|And so ther broghte in sudde at ones 266|The Gregois army of the ======================================== SAMPLE 9 ======================================== 36661|And the morn breaks, and, all the day, 36661|Red-clover'd birds with silver bill 36661|Flutter from tree to tree in flower, 36661|A quivering dew, a wind that wafts 36661|To haunts among the ancient woods. 36661|The golden-crested ilex, here 36661|Doth vine her purple cup; the deer, 36661|The wild-goose; and, in troops, the sheep, 36661|The goat, the sylvan-haunted elm, 36661|And the green-faced oft-gadding pine 36661|Blossom with purple. 36661|The lark soars up, 36661|And the hare loud answer make! 36661|Doves, willows, dunes, aslant the lake; 36661|Pair after pike sounds warbling; 36661|The reeds a triumph! 36661|From the mountain lake 36661|Forest hunters seek the deer, 36661|Frighting the mountain deer. 36661|The sun shines on their antlers, 36661|Far in the east is seen 36661|The vastness of their couches; 36661|The hawk from out his arched neck 36661|Flutters! and from down 36661|The beagles of the forest 36661|Flutter themselves in pride. 36661|The hawk, with liquid silver bill, 36661|Gives a cry of lamentation 36661|That the hawk is hiding somewhere, 36661|And the greyhound is not near, 36661|Stay and boast to have no ear 36661|To the grayhound at his back! 36661|Hark! hark! 36661|How faint the sound of wings! 36661|See! see! 36661|Homeward the beagles speed, 36661|The eagle circles low; 36661|And see! 36661|Along the meads, 36661|Along the hills, he speeds-- 36661|A sight for countless eyes to see, 36661|A sight for souls to sigh for!-- 36661|O hark!-- 36661|A song for sleep. 36661|I wonder if you hear a child 36661|Singing so sad and low, 36661|A song, that doth not even turn 36661|To listen to its song. 36661|A song, from that far land-- 36661|Of him who went away!-- 36661|Where are those eyes that smiled on you 36661|Wide-eyed and glad and gay. 36661|O, if he had such eyes, 36661|To make his own thoughts soar 36661|Above the world's woe! 36661|O, should he have such eyes, 36661|To bear a child to-day!-- 36661|To see the world go by 36661|With such a wistful eye! 36661|No, no,--the eyes will rise 36661|To greet his chosen child; 36661|And, from their home, high up on high, 36661|Be glad to welcome him. 36661|The eyes will turn to him 36661|Who, in his earthly place, 36661|Has eyes so deep and dark and mild, 36661|As his to-day's face. 36661|And then,--Dear eyes! More gray 36661|Will meet your answering eyes; 36661|The heart will melt away, 36661|The eyes will turn to him. 36661|And, from the earth's low sod, 36661|Breathe an incense now and then 36661|O! for a voice to call his people 36661|To his throne and people! 36661|A voice of silence and soft fire-- 36661|Beneath the evening star, 36661|Two words, in trembling, watch-fires' eyes 36661|Will see the child appear. 36661|Will smile the tears from him, 36661|Those eyes will watch above his grave; 36661|And, when his gentle breath is drawn 36661|Into his aged face, 36661|Will tell the tale of what was his 36661|In a world of sin and death. 36661|Not in the grave, not at the bier, 36661|Not with a wreath for him, 36661|Not with a bier ======================================== SAMPLE 10 ======================================== . _2_ 33786|Lliii. _3_ 33786|Lliii. _4_ 33786|Lliii. _4_ 33786|Lliii. _3_ 33786|Lliii. _4_ 33786|Lliii. _4_ 33786|Llii. _4_ 33786|Lliii. _4_ 33786|Lliii. _4_ 33786|Lliii. _4_ 33786|Lliii. _4_ 33786|Lliii. _4_ 33786|The Liphon _4_ 33786|Lliii. _4_ 33786|Lliii. _5_ 33786|Llii. _4_ 33786|Lliii. " _6_ 33786|Llii. _4_ 33786|Linus. " _6_ 33786|Night-bearer _Frontispiece_ 33786|Night-bearer _Space_ 33786|Night-bearer _Space_ 33786|Night-bearer _Space_ 33786|Night-bearer _Space_ 33786|Night's seneschal _Space_ 33786|Night's seneschal _Space_ 33786|Night's seneschal _Space_ 33786|Night's seneschal _Space_ 33786| ======================================== SAMPLE 11 ======================================== ,--the first word of the general voice of the Castilian. 26861|"I have no wish to make the least 26861|Of Nature's fairest fruits; 26861|I have no wish to make her dear 26861|Until her ripening waist." 26861|"I wish I were where Helen lies 26861|Fold shell on shell of night," 26861|and the song of the belabouring bees of "Honey and honey," 26861|"I have no wish to make my pretty 26861|Beauty that's gone and will live." 26861|"Fond Helen here, dear Gauwaine, 26861|Is sleeping like a little dove, 26861|And no one sees but I and the leaves alone." 26861|"Oh, no! oh, no!" she gaily cries; 26861|"I wish I were where Helen lies 26861|Far from my own true Love and me." 26861|When I saw you last I was not well; 26861|I had hoped that I might never know; 26861|I have hoped I never could forget. 26861|It's all in the candlelight, my dear, 26861|And it's all in the candlelight this night; 26861|The stars are sparkling bright in heaven, my dear, 26861|And there's a star is shining bright in the light; 26861|A star, my dear, that lights our home, 26861|And a star is shining in the room. 26861|My dear, they are out there, so late to-day. 26861|They're going to be with us this morning; 26861|To bed, to mind the laboring ten, 26861|Where we shall never mind the light, 26861|Where never a star is shining yet. 26861|When all the world turns night to day, 26861|And you and I here by night, 26861|You and I here, in a poor room we'll stay, 26861|For the light will darken quite out of my sight, 26861|When the darkness closes round about, 26861|There to dream of the far away, 26861|I am waiting as here I lie here, dear, 26861|And your light will darken quite out of my sight. 26861|Oh, my heart will turn from it all, my dear, 26861|Like a child that has lost its light, 26861|And its very eyes will shine like stars, my dear, 26861|Through the darkness of night to the light, 26861|To your mother's bed beside the bed, dear, 26861|Who waits alone by the candle light. 26861|Sleep, my darling, sleep, my darling, 26861|Softly in the firelight keep, 26861|For a golden dream is lying 26861|In these little linen hands I ween, 26861|Silken fingers frail and small, 26861|Gathered by the little band, 26861|Laid upon the fragrant flowers, 26861|By a mother's care and sorrow, 26861|For a dream of summer hours; 26861|Oh, and then, and all the flowers, 26861|How they're blooming in the glow! 26861|Smile the sun down from above, 26861|Where the clouds hang slowly down, 26861|And the rose herself is blowing, 26861|And the daisies, all their yellow, 26861|And the larkspur, with the aster, 26861|In the shadow of the earth, 26861|And the blue forget-me-nots 26861|In the sunny summer weather, 26861|And the lily and the roses, 26861|How they are blooming in the light! 26861|All the world is laughing for joy! 26861|All the world is singing for love! 26861|And so, my love, I am drifting away. 26861|But dream not of the hour, 26861|The spring, the summer flower, 26861|That on the woodland bowers 26861|Wanders with her golden lover, 26861|Who, ======================================== SAMPLE 12 ======================================== |O'er the sea a hush and a soundless sound 34298|Of waters--a pause in a world unknown, 34298|And a pause in the night as a soundless moan, 34298|And the sound of the surges on Denmark's strand! 34298|O, pause not, O speak not to me, to me, 34298|O heart! but this night is an hour of days, 34298|When the sky with the stars o'er the blue heavens shall glow, 34298|And the winds and the waters are fitfully wailing below, 34298|And, murmuring low, from the waters will flow 34298|A soul and a heart, and the life of the sea! 34298|O, pause not, O pause not to gaze on the sky, 34298|O heart! but this night is an hour of days, 34298|When the sky with the stars o'er the blue heavens shall glow, 34298|And the winds and the waves will be fitting praise! 34298|O, pause not, O pause not, O heart! to behold 34298|The sunset's green light and the morning's red gleaming, 34298|And the clouds and the waters are one warm gold, 34298|And the days and the seasons can never be one. 34298|O heart! to awake and the moments o'erpass 34298|When the stars and the clouds will be all out of their span, 34298|And the times will die out of the infinite past, 34298|And never the sunlight again will a star appear! 34298|O heart! to awake and the moments o'erpass 34298|When the stars and the times will be all in a fire, 34298|And the times will die out of the infinite past 34298|But this night will come on to the moments of mirth, 34298|To the years that are older and dearer than earth-- 34298|To the years that have darkened and made our sun fade 34298|When the stars and the seasons will be one. 34298|O heart! to awake and the moments o'erpass 34298|When the stars and the moments o'erpass and o'erpass 34298|When the stars and the moments o'erpast and o'erpass 34298|When the stars and the moments o'erpast and o'erpass 34298|When the stars and the moments o'erpast and o'erpass 34298|Where our spirits are one in a world never more! 34298|O heart! to awake and the moments o'erpass 34298|When the stars and the moments o'erpast and o'erpass 34298|Where our spirits are one in a world never more! 34298|O heart! to awake and the moments o'erpass 34298|When the stars and the moments o'erpast and o'erpass 34298|Where our spirits are one in a world never more! 34298|O heart! O heart! to lay down the veil which hath been 34298|rolled in the flight of the ages so many years ago? 34298|O heart! to wake and the moments o'erpass, 34298|And the hours when the moments o'erpast and o'erpass 34298|Where our voices speak, where we greet it again. 34298|O heart of mine! mine own and thine own! hush, hush, 34298|Ere the sound of the world be heard in the skies-- 34298|Ere the shadows come round us and the night breeze sweeps; 34298|O heart! to wake and the moments o'erpass, 34298|And the stars and the moments o'erpast and o'erpass 34298|Where our footsteps depart--ere we meet and withhold 34298|From the day and the morrow which will come again! 34298|O heart! to wake and the moments o'erpass, 34298|And the hours as they pass--we shall never return! 34298|O heart! to love and the moments o'erpast! 34298|Away to its earth--for there, there, at last, 34298|To the heart--that chain--if chain but can last; 34298|Where the love, which had bound me with its chain, 34298|Had bound me forever, forever again, 34298|And its chain,--if chain but could bind me with pain. 34298|O heart, to wake and the moments o ======================================== SAMPLE 13 ======================================== |And the day went by as the hours went by. 38438|_The King's Good Fortune_ 38438|She's Good and Sweet, she's Good and Sweet, 38438|And every day and hour 38438|My Annie goes by, 38438|If I have access to her, 38438|She says I am the flower! 38438|_The King's Good Fortune_ 38438|She is not fair, for all the grace 38438|She flaunts in every broidery, 38438|Yet has a hundred-fold for me 38438|If I should merit pliegates, 38438|She says I am. 38438|_The King's Good Fortune_ 38438|She is not fair for a day whose days 38438|She flaunts us out of ev'ry way: 38438|And for a hundred thousand pounds 38438|I'd buy her heart and hand: 38438|But ev'ry day, ev'n as she died, 38438|I met her eye with joyful pride, 38438|And gave her for my bride! 38438|_The King's Good Fortune_ 38438|I say it well, that, by the bye, 38438|We are together, love, and I; 38438|For it is better far to die, 38438|Than live together, love, and fly. 38438|I give thee but a kiss, and then, 38438|But then I say, 'twill give thee pain: 38438|And so I say. 38438|_The King's Good Fortune_ 38438|I would not love thee if I might, 38438|I would not love thee if I might, 38438|I must be kind and good; 38438|For I must find a friend in me, 38438|And that will make me mad. 38438|_The King's Good Fortune_ 38438|Now is the time for mirth, 38438|Now is my time for glee, 38438|I'll daff my gift instead; 38438|I'll bless my friend with plenty, 38438|And dance at hide and ball. 38438|I would not love to marry, 38438|I must be true and brave; 38438|But I will turn my fingers 38438|Round to this merry grave. 38438|_The King's Good Fortune_ 38438|She weeps with joy, I know, 38438|None will her grief deny; 38438|I will be true and brave. 38438|She'll smile on many a one 38438|More bright and fair than they; 38438|For many a pearl of pleasure 38438|Her dark-eyed smiles will show. 38438|_The King's Good Fortune_ 38438|She tells my woes one day, 38438|The next my paper lay; 38438|'Twas to the King I now must yield, 38438|And then my labors cease; 38438|And then I'll turn my thoughts again, 38438|And do my best to please. 38438|_The King's Good Fortune_ 38438|I have loved many a maiden--but I 38438|Am hardly true, and love thee; 38438|And she hath sworn that I shall ne'er 38438|Own love, in my degree. 38438|I've loved many a maid of our own, and I've been 38438|In all this world more happy; but when we met 38438|She said that I should never find my dearest. 38438|_The King's Good Fortune_ 38438|I think that I am going to Rome, as she did, 38438|To see old Pompeii who would oft forget 38438|To make amends for all the civil wars 38438|That rage through Rome, the senate at the bar, 38438|And all the tender and the tender boys 38438|That play at Romans in the Senate House. 38438|But she's a likely maiden, I do so; 38438|And, as for me, I'm proud to be her wife, 38438|Because she'd rather die than have her be 38438|A partner of her own, a partner of her life. 38438|_The King's Good Fortune_ 38438|But, dearest Caesar, if my mistress' eyes 38438|Hang on thy face, let no one hope for me. 38438|Let not my ======================================== SAMPLE 14 ======================================== on the earth-- 37452|There have been seven, 37452|Those of eleven 37452|And seven more; 37452|Seven more. 37452|There have been seven, 37452|Three hundred and two 37452|Men and two 37452|In the earth-- 37452|And now ten thousand 37452|Are set for the war, 37452|Over the sea: 37452|They have their arms folded, 37452|The sea that receives them; 37452|The sea that covers them. 37452|There have been seven, 37452|And twenty of 37452|A multitude, 37452|The number of seven 37452|That came of the first, 37452|A car of a Duke, 37452|And a score of it all, 37452|And then the car of a Duke. 37452|I had a vision 37452|Of an old and stubborn old man, 37452|His hair was pale, and thin, 37452|His face was all forlorn, 37452|And the moon was full in the air, 37452|And a spirit passed over his brow, 37452|And its face was all for ever. 37452|And he spoke: 37452|'Have we ever a dream? 37452|Have we ever a vision 37452|Of the ghost's ghost?' 37452|The Master gave the word: 37452|'By the breath I know 37452|The meaning of Death: 37452|Can it be 'hush? 37452|Have we ever a dream?' 37452|The spirit said: 37452|'By the breath I know, 37452|The meaning of Death, 37452|You will see a ghost 37452|Stand by the door 37452|And enter.' 37452|And the spirit said: 37452|'By the breath I know, 37452|The meaning of Death 37452|You may understand: 37452|Can it be 'hush? 37452|Have we ever a dream?' 37452|The Spirit said: 37452|'By the breath I know, 37452|The meaning of Death 37452|You can see a ghost 37452|Stretched toward the door, 37452|And see a spectre 37452|Pass by the chamber door. 37452|I heard the water rattle 37452|Of the iron wheels of iron, 37452|And the lightning's flash that was coming 37452|But was gone--and the spirit was gone. 37452|And the body lay still in the air. 37452|And the spirit was still to be there. 37452|The bodies were all of them ready, 37452|And the soul of them swam for it; 37452|The soul of them swam for it; 37452|And the body found rest in the air. 37452|_And the spirit be still in the air._ 37452|Where the wind sets the cloud clouds above nothing, 37452|And the winged clouds fly low; 37452|Where the music is heard on the mountain, 37452|On the breeze--and so goes the cloud away in the west of the 37452|days. 37452|Where the wind blows the cloud away in the east of the sky, 37452|And the wind that brings grief in the east of the sky wakes the 37452|voice of its voice. 37452|Where the wail of the wind through the forest, 37452|And the whisper of cloud on the hill, 37452|While the voices of children fall over the sea, 37452|And the wind's lonely voice calls to you, children of mine, 37452|Shall I remember you still? 37452|When you were my joy and my glory, my sorrow and need, 37452|The light of my heart to your heart of hearts shall again come; 37452|When the winds of the world will call you and tell you of love 37452|that dies, 37452|For the wind in the east of the sky crying and carries you far 37452|away, 37452|And the wave-music of trees in the ocean shall sweep you away 37452|On the wide wings of the wind as the night-wind sweeps over the 37452|A little cloud in the West by the sea was blown over by the 37452|snow, 37452|A little cloud was gathered for you and me in a maze of ======================================== SAMPLE 15 ======================================== of the sea's young waters. 1953|"If I have found her, then, this hour, then, 1953|I would have loved her; if she loved me, 1953|She were a hundred years! 1953|He was a hundred years!" 1953|"Than many times! 1953|I will not ask a kiss! 1953|I will refuse an answer, wholly to your lips." 1953|"My dear, it shall not shame you, 1953|My dear! I will not blame you. 1953|I will not give you blame, it shall not shame you." 1953|"For I will go with you, 1953|My dear, for it I will not tell you why I love you!" 1953|"I will not say, for I have done aught goodly! 1953|I can but weep my folly and you die. 1953|I'll go--I'll go!" 1953|"Your tears are like warm water 1953|That rises under dew, 1953|For when the spirit glows 1953|It can not change my mood. 1953|And you may know I love you, 1953|In mortal flesh and mind,-- 1953|I'll go with you!" 1953|"My lips are all like water 1953|That falls from out the sea." 1953|"They seem to break and mingle, 1953|They cease to linger, and I keep for ever." 1953|"That kiss I gave you once, and passed it free." 1953|"For I will not deny you, 1953|Nor give you again love, though I die. 1953|I will not look at you, 1953|I will not speak of you; 1953|I will be all alone 1953|In the world's eye, 1953|I will not question you, 1953|I will be all alone, 1953|I will not feel you, 1953|I will be all alone. 1953|If this love were the thing 1953|That I love and cherish best, 1953|What will love for then, and cling 1953|Fast to nothing or leave the nest? 1953|If it be the rose 1953|That for all its sweet days 1953|Warbled in my bosom, 1953|What will love for then, and cling? 1953|Will the rose that never grows 1953|Joyful in the night? 1953|The sea's voice will never wake 1953|Life's sweet early blossom, 1953|Never, never more, will it break 1953|Underneath the darkness. 1953|If my lips could speak, 1953|It had never spoken: 1953|If they spoke, their love had shone 1953|Radiant there before me. 1953|If my lips could speak, 1953|It had never shone: 1953|If they frowned, their love had grown 1953|Lofty under sunlight. 1953|Will my lips keep still? 1953|O, if you love me, 1953|I would forfeit much 1953|All the day, all the night, 1953|All the day! 1953|You, whom I thought so weak, 1953|Gathered life's sweet garden; 1953|Wasting life could never speak 1953|All its sweetness over. 1953|You, whom I had found so kind, 1953|Favored truth's false blossoms; 1953|You, who knew so well my mind, 1953|Made my heart so jealous. 1953|You, from whom my heart had caught 1953|Every deep desire, 1953|Wasting life, lost both it, thought 1953|All lived in vain together! 1953|You, most false and cruel man, 1953|Who was born a man. 1953|You were living, truly; 1953|You had reason, too, 1953|To forgive, to banish, 1953|And to scorn, to shun. 1953|You had not, in sooth, in truth, 1953|Truth from falsehood hidden; 1953|You had sin to sow with man 1953|And to sin forgiven. 1953|You, in whom life's sweet-smelling 1953|Smiles to bind us fast 1953|And deceives us, leaving us ======================================== SAMPLE 16 ======================================== from the East 4072|That would not let him linger long? 4072|But he may linger in the song, 4072|Till in the breath of summer weather, 4072|And he shall find a voice to bear,-- 4072|To hear the music of the sea. 4072|I lift my head and look in vain 4072|And long for what is left no more, 4072|For what is said and what will be, 4072|And what will be a life of pain, 4072|What thing is living, not the one 4072|That knows the one thing loves the sun. 4072|The summer night is the deepest gloom,-- 4072|Silent and slow the sun sinks down; 4072|The flowers sleep in the soft perfume, 4072|And the nightingale sings in the wood 4072|As often as summer day does, 4072|And the silence seems a sleep in the wind 4072|A hundred years ago. 4072|For the moon is a silver thing 4072|That falls into the night, 4072|And she is a thing of spring, 4072|With a song to tell to sight. 4072|For the night is a thing of fear, 4072|Silent and slow the sun sinks down; 4072|And the birds that startle and cheer 4072|Out in the cloudless air, 4072|And the wind that goes to the sea, 4072|But there is the cry of the sea, 4072|And its cry is low and sweet 4072|As e'er the heart of a woman fell 4072|Or ever her life began. 4072|For what is left for aught but sleep? 4072|And what is left but to forget? 4072|But the hope of the things that were, 4072|The dream of the things that were. 4072|So far away from the truth of the earth 4072|And the lure of the wind and the rain, 4072|The cry of the flower of the birth, 4072|The voice of the star of the plain, 4072|That calls to the sun from its dome 4072|And calls us into the sky, 4072|That calls and calls us to come, 4072|Though the call be an unspoken prayer, 4072|And the starry fame be a lie? 4072|And so far, far away in the years, 4072|The cry of the wind and the rain, 4072|The voice of the wind and the tears 4072|That will never come again. 4072|We may not know what we can do, 4072|What way the soul does move; 4072|What matters it though skies be blue; 4072|What matters it though above, 4072|If eyes be turmoilèd 4072|And love wax cold, and souls be few: 4072|What matters it though at first 4072|Thought die, and love wax cold; 4072|For the love that comes not, and the thirst 4072|That never made him old. 4072|There are things more lovely, things 4072|More fleeting than delight, 4072|That like a child beguile the time 4072|And leave a spirit still, 4072|That is so like each soul that roves 4072|In the glad, glad days of old. 4072|Come closer, it is come to die 4072|For love that is so young. 4072|There are no words more sweet to say 4072|Than love that made them so; 4072|No flowers to make me turn more gray; 4072|No birds to sing to; 4072|No fruit to show me how I wait 4072|For love that is so sweet. 4072|Come closer, it is come to die 4072|For love that is so kind; 4072|For life is little more than breath; 4072|For love is short, and blind 4072|And joy more sweet than eyes can see; 4072|Love is the life of all that live; 4072|And all things give, for my sake. 4072|O little flower, 4072|That in the summer's heart art hidden, 4072|How vain and sad art thou! 4072|O little flower, 4072|Thou hast forgotten me! 4072|O small white bud, 4072|Made like ======================================== SAMPLE 17 ======================================== of our mortal life, and made it known 32373|To be man's also,--as to make us one; 32373|A thing apart, yet of an individual 32373|In frailty and high elemental own. 32373|Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! 32373|Bird thou never wert, 32373|That from heaven, or near it 32373|Pourest thy full heart 32373|In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. 32373|Higher still and higher 32373|From the earth thou springest 32373|Like a cloud of fire; 32373|The blue deep thou wingest, 32373|And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. 32373|In the golden lightning 32373|Of the sunken sun 32373|O'er which clouds are brightening, 32373|Thou dost float and run, 32373|Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. 32373|The pale purple even 32373|Melts around thy flight; 32373|Like a star of heaven, 32373|In the broad daylight 32373|Thou art unseen, but yet I hear the music of thy singing. 32373|Keen as are the arrows 32373|Of that silver sphere, 32373|Whose intense lamp narrows 32373|In the white dawn clear, 32373|Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. 32373|All the earth and air 32373|With thy voice is loud, 32373|As, when night is bare, 32373|From one lonely cloud 32373|The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. 32373|What thou art we know not; 32373|What is most like thee? 32373|From rainbow clouds there flow not 32373|Drops so bright to see, 32373|As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. 32373|Like a poet hidden 32373|In the light of thought, 32373|Singing hymns unbidden, 32373|Till the world is wrought 32373|To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not; 32373|Like a high-born maiden 32373|In a palace tower, 32373|Soothing her love-laden 32373|Soul in secret hour 32373|With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower; 32373|Like a glow-worm golden, 32373|In the silver dew, 32373|Scattering unbeholden 32373|Its aerial hue 32373|Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view; 32373|Like a rose embowered 32373|In its own green leaves, 32373|By warm winds deflowered, 32373|Till the scent it gives 32373|Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves. 32373|Sound of vernal showers 32373|On the twinkling grass, 32373|Rain-awakened flowers, 32373|All that ever was 32373|Joyous and fresh and clear thy music doth surpass. 32373|Teach us, sprite or bird, 32373|What sweet thoughts are thine: 32373|I have never heard 32373|Praise of love or wine 32373|That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. 32373|Chorus hymeneal, 32373|Or triumphant chant, 32373|Match'd with thine, would be all 32373|But an empty vaunt-- 32373|A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. 32373|What objects are the fountains 32373|Of thy happy strain? 32373|What fields, or waves, or mountains? 32373|What shapes of sky or plain? 32373|What love of thine own kind? What ignorance of pain? 32373|With thy clear keen joyance 32373|Languor cannot be: 32373|Shadow of annoyance 32373|Never came near thee: 32373|Thou lovest; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. 32373|Waking or asleep, 32373|Thou of death must deem 32373|Things more true and deep 32373|Than we mortals dream, 32373|Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream? 32373|We look before and after, 32373|And pine for what ======================================== SAMPLE 18 ======================================== from his lips? 33156|Can Reason's beam absorb their light? 33156|Nations that preach their love to men, 33156|Or kindle their cold zeal of spite, 33156|Mingle in folly's spite and flames? 33156|No; Nature's bright and genial hour 33156|Takes the firm footing of her soul; 33156|And, like the sun in ether, smiles 33156|O'er all she does to wound or to pollute. 33156|The little stars! which kindle thus 33156|The way of love (and love is death), 33156|They give me more, the more to press me down! 33156|They drive me, to their pale dominions, here, 33156|To find the vital spirit of my soul; 33156|And give me more than man can give. 33156|This life of ours is most unnatural! 33156|If the desire of fame be thine, 33156|Then let it be the lot of men to live! 33156|And when the bard who singly sings, 33156|When Poesy with joy attends, 33156|O'erlooks the humble, distant things, 33156|And sighs to kindle all her fires, 33156|To share the follies of the wise, 33156|And all her follies, as it flies, 33156|Bid youth and hope and love and joy; 33156|Then, too, let Virtue pant for breath, 33156|Nor let her prattle do a death! 33156|The bard's ambition is to prove her wit, 33156|By verse-tied pathos, or a mistress' merit; 33156|But the bard's life is not what poets paint, 33156|But a mock poem of the bardic spirit. 33156|To critics be apply'd, not genius, too, 33156|To the rough artist of a middle age; 33156|And grant it still some spark of sympathy, 33156|To shed the good, to bear the virtuous rage. 33156|But he who thinks, and speaks not of the praise, 33156|His wit's lamented without style or prose; 33156|While plaudits crown their follies, and their sneers, 33156|And he who doubts not of his own success, 33156|Should smile to see his genius rise or stop, 33156|And ever cheat the bard who feigns not shirk. 33156|Thus bards of public sentiment, who write 33156|With mingled wit, on every point of view, 33156|Know that what science never could eclipse, 33156|Is right, and prov'd by noblest truths truths, too true. 33156|Ye critics! who take pride in an equal sense, 33156|As apes in half the lion's manger, 33156|And make a scourge upon his weakness, 33156|To punish you, 'tis man's best plan; 33156|To treat your dunces wider, and your glory 33156|More by half conqu'ring than by half defiling; 33156|Convene you, from themselves, more dang'rous far, 33156|And, more endearing, till your own are fired, 33156|Than the mere man or woman can inspire. 33156|To be a poet 'tis the dearest task; 33156|To dress, and write, and then be where you list, 33156|To paint a poet, and to dress a muse. 33156|But they who most admire must love decline; 33156|So, without art or reason, they abuse 33156|All arts, and scorn the scribbling critic's spite: 33156|Those, not you think, who make the best of wit: 33156|In point of honour, and in point of wit. 33156|Yet, since such taste as yours most freely brings 33156|To one alone, is in a different measure; 33156|And to the man of sense must be referr'd, 33156|A very critic, most I own, and most of a wit. 33156|'Tis more than science if she has no foes; 33156|'Tis more than cruelty if she but add 33156|Some more to honours, more to banquets too: 33156|To give the worst of servants the best way, 33156|To praise their follies, and to curse their ======================================== SAMPLE 19 ======================================== and 17393|But who shall paint him best, and best employ 17393|His soul's conception, that shall draw and strike 17393|Men's souls, no matter what he brings? 17393|I'll write a book: 17393|It's worth the while. 17393|When you shall have, as pleased me, placed 17393|In this small hand my pen; 17393|A single line, in letters wrought, 17393|I'll thank you for and pray, 17393|And build a chate for worldly thought, 17393|And then forget to play. 17393|I was his thrall of kindnesses, 17393|In which his joys were sought; 17393|My daily work, as endless his pursuits, 17393|A constant share of thought. 17393|For when I gave him place or wealth, 17393|He praised his work and cloyed, 17393|And in return, with grateful heart, 17393|His daily labour did. 17393|I made, with care, his daily task 17393|His daily task supplied; 17393|I toiled, to earn, and labored much, 17393|Nor thought it much, replied. 17393|My daily task and nightly watch 17393|My fancies brought to nought; 17393|My morning dream, when scarce begun, 17393|I shared in his delight. 17393|The man I was I cannot choose, 17393|Although appointed slave, 17393|To some dark task; I still use force 17393|At intervals to ply. 17393|But this I know: though I stand by, 17393|I've half a mind to try; 17393|I've half a mind to work one day, 17393|Because I've half a mind to pray; 17393|And still, because I'm sad, 17393|I often think, my daily want 17393|Heaves elsewhere in my breast. 17393|No, no, my friends! my strength is gone, 17393|My joys are all departed; 17393|My peace is fixed, all joys are gone, 17393|My songs are all departed. 17393|I hear them not; but can I cease 17393|My throbbing theme to bear? 17393|Can I renew that throbbing theme 17393|I left a maiden when I heard 17393|An early traveller declare 17393|A fable half so dear? 17393|'Tis the same tale he told when first 17393|To the Abbey I went round, 17393|That I had a small accursed guest 17393|In the ancient Roman ground. 17393|So let us make a bloody raid, 17393|This night we'll keep it in the back 17393|At the mouth of the cabdal. 17393|Get up, get up, each day's distress, 17393|Get up at once, each day's distress, 17393|Get up at once, each day's distress, 17393|At once there's danger and alarm, 17393|At hill or dale, in frost or snow, 17393|Where you can't drink or walk, you know, 17393|And your feet get on, and so, I go, 17393|At the first hour of the cold. 17393|Now the poor crier's gone to fling 17393|(But he'll not speak) his little wing 17393|Over the old dog I'll bring, 17393|Hidden so deep it hides from view, 17393|Where they can't find him, they'll not find him, 17393|Those merry ones who used to feed 17393|On a stinking rotten stick or mead, 17393|And they'll never have a meal or bread, 17393|As the case might be, until from sleep 17393|They wake and see, if they go free, 17393|Without a crumb to light their toes, 17393|A miserable old dog who knows? 17393|And there's the milk-box, and the lime, 17393|And the sugar-plums, and sugar-plums, 17393|And the sugar-plums they'll wriggle through, 17393|And their wimble-candles they will clog, 17393|And when they wake to see the smoke, 17393|As I sat at a foolish while, 17393|I threw out my arms ======================================== SAMPLE 20 ======================================== . 3545|'Tis true, your hand, my own, was laid. 3545|The sword we bore, and Love is dead. 3545|'Tis true, you know, your hand was laid, 3545|And Love is dead. 3545|_Loud and sudden and swift and bright,_ 3545|_And all in a flash; the dark, bright light,_ 3545|_With the first beam of the sun,--_ 3545|_Then the deep, sweet ecstasy,_ 3545|_That flamed in the midst of the crowd,--_ 3545|_And the bright, unworldly awe_ 3545|_That waited upon the Soul,--_ 3545|_And the speech-diminution of speech_ 3545|_That rested the world before,--_ 3545|_That danced in the light of the sun,_ 3545|_And the Life that is Beauty and Song_, 3545|_And the Light that is God in the Word:_ 3545|_Oh! that I were where I would be,_ 3545|_That I should be wandering with thee,_ 3545|_Or wandering with thee through the skies!_ 3545|I would be where I could be, 3545|From first to last,-- 3545|Where by a spirit-clock 3545|My beauty dusters fast; 3545|And where my soul in bliss 3545|Dreams of the Past 3545|At last--Oh! no, no, no, no, no, no, 3545|Where by a flame 3545|My soul would burn and break, 3545|The soul should share her part, 3545|Thro that worst flame. 3545|I would be where I could be, 3545|With the universe over me,-- 3545|With my dust-harrowed mind 3545|Still in my soul to find 3545|One hour of peace and rest, 3545|Of rest--Life's ill-health we'll share, 3545|Peace--that's best rest. 3545|In sooth, a halo yet 3545|Has fallen on my brow, 3545|My heart was light as any star 3545|Of all the world now. 3545|In sooth, a living coal 3545|Of love's own heat hath passed, 3545|And never was, or ever can, 3545|That living shape unbreathed upon 3545|A lifeless form to mark 3545|In any spirit-revel roof 3545|Or cell of any creed 3545|The eternal symbol-light 3545|Outruns the word of my creed. 3545|In sooth, a final prayer, 3545|I make it plain to see, 3545|That ever I loved and hated him 3545|The more that this can be. 3545|And even he, the strong and good, 3545|And they that hate me well, 3545|Shall curse me in my hour of need, 3545|And I will pray to-morrow. 3545|Tread softly, thou rose-wreathed sleeper! 3545|Oh, let a friend's hand rest, 3545|It is so soft, and so deep, and so deep, 3545|"The sleep is calm," thou sayest. 3545|Tread softly,--twinkle softly, 3545|Thy shadow still falls not 3545|Upon my heart, it is only my sighing 3545|Thy shadow still rests not. 3545|Tread softly,--tread slowly 3545|Thy shadow still falls not 3545|Upon my soul, it is only thy shadow 3545|Still rests not. 3545|This is the face I loved since childhood, 3545|The face I could love not, 3545|The face I had loved, and the world it used to know it; 3545|This is the breast,-- 3545|This, too, the breast that loved it, 3545|Is the bosom, so strange, so bitter, and wide. 3545|When the wind was up in the morning, 3545|While the rose was on the vine, 3545|When the fire was in the brown of the night, 3545|And the darkness was all over the place, 3545|While the rose was still in the day, 35 ======================================== SAMPLE 21 ======================================== . 2620|And when the last sad rites of burial 2620|Were held in all men's hearts,--then this was done, 2620|And with all rites they could perform the will 2620|Of royal Jove on Ida in the East. 2620|It was all very wrong, that one, whom Jove 2620|Made captive, Jove refused a private gain; 2620|For Jove brought much, and much his fellow-men 2620|Served with his host to plunder and to feed, 2620|And now with friends, and now with herdsmen shares 2620|His homestead, where he sleeps, nor shakes his bells 2620|To such a dismal noon. There was no need 2620|To tell them whither had the suitors gone 2620|So they would leave their master, and neglect 2620|All habitation. But Jove's heavenly will 2620|And purpose high, Jove's purpose thus fulfilled: 2620|"Father of gods and men, well-pleasing Jove 2620|Reward thy gifts, oh grant me to behold 2620|Thee also, and myself as Jove adore! 2620|For, of all heavenly pow'rs great Jove is chief, 2620|This stranger never saw a nymph so fair, 2620|The fairest, fairest, best among her train; 2620|She has his habitation, and he pays 2620|His Juno homage, that should thus profane. 2620|Thou also, who alone first hast been taught 2620|How far to travel in thy wedded days, 2620|If my advice thou canst, turn from this spot; 2620|This is the work, which heaven assigned me here, 2620|That my old father Jove to me should give, 2620|And to thy daughter wed the beauteous spouse 2620|That I should make my purchase. I will give 2620|My gifts and honors; I will follow still 2620|The footsteps of thy footsteps, and although 2620|In this we find no trace of thee, shall die. 2620|Accept them, Jove permits me to fulfil 2620|His pleasure; grant me rather now his gifts. 2620|I yield this prize to Juno, or to Jove 2620|To Jove, or to her sire, or to the best 2620|Immortal man; for he surpasseth far 2620|All pow'r by heaving mighty Jove's decree." 2620|This heard, pale grew the hero, and the suitors 2620|Approved not, for so purposeless was he 2620|As they who claim a daughter; Jove himself 2620|Expectant stood, by Juno's self inspired. 2620|He stood; Jove thundered, and his brows he veiled 2620|With thickest darkness; and the God of War 2620|Who from the bosom of Olympian Jove 2620|Scarce dared to look; the God of storm and cloud 2620|Grasped firm his spear, and planted in its course 2620|The weapon's life-juice on a golden point, 2620|His broad shield dreadful, his spear-haft above; 2620|And the great ensign of dread Jove's wrath stood 2620|Before him, beaming bright 2620|With living hues: the trumpet's brazen clangor 2620|No more could shake the deep earth from her womb, 2620|Nor sweep the brazen battle from the hills, 2620|Nor smite the forests, and to o'er all the land 2620|Begem the earth with streaming sheaves of tears. 2620|Thus, Jove to other maidens spake, to Eve. 2620|Adam, coquetting, on his bow in shame 2620|Bestow'd him, and his graceful shafts implored 2620|To shoot him with his arrows from the hill, 2620|And slay the suitors; but to Adam's force 2620|Ne'er stoop'd the haughty youth's defence; the shaft 2620|Stay'd not too nigh, but with more skill his arm 2620|Gave way before the breast, and with his bow 2620|Drawn rushes to the ground; the haughty youths 2620|Stood quailing at the sight, they fear'd the God, 2620|And back their weapons drew. Euph ======================================== SAMPLE 22 ======================================== , as he trotted down the stair. 610|Then rode the knight the second over all, 610|And, riding from the castle, drove amain 610|Three knights until he smote them on the throng 610|Of all Sir Bedivere. He greeted them, 610|And said, 'Sir King, bethink thee now of that 610|If thou refuse the knightly knight to go 610|And leave him dead, I will not be his wife: 610|Let both be numbered; therefore I remain 610|Alone, nor any whit my heart displease.' 610|'Yea, sir, and I will promise thou no less 610|Never, but help me now,' said Lamorak-- 610|'Thine oath would break it.' --Then they rode away, 610|Led by the damsel, on their steeds, and passed 610|Perchance, as lightly mounted as the wind 610|That wakes in the high west. They towards the main 610|Of the high-bounding mainland, up to the light 610|Of the proud heights, found Eldorado then, 610|And for a while the long dune of the land 610|Lay in the sea, and sundered into seas: 610|And all day long he loitered on the sea; 610|Then sank his helmet, shield, in hand, they past. 610|He set himself before the ship, and past 610|For ever, pondering on the wasted waste. 610|And while his eyes upon the island stood, 610|He turned to find the foe. And all night long 610|They laboured, waiting neither light nor rest. 610|From that deep gorge of sands, to that tall crest, 610|He sent before the Queen the stranger knight, 610|In haste to stand; and, sitting down at length, 610|Asked of Sir Bedivere, a little white, 610|Why he should tarry there until the light 610|Showed from the wave that damsel's armour rent: 610|'A little while, and I will tell them all, 610|Though from the world no more thou wilt return. 610|I fear thee, and am overworn with fear, 610|Seeing I have no hate to take thy part.' 610|Here in the scabbard of the ship he cried, 610|'O Queen, the long and bitter journey thine! 610|This helm, thou seest, but one sword thou art sure, 610|I swear to be thy knight without a peer; 610|Be sure Sir Bedivere is of a knight 610|Who hath the force to lay his spear betimes, 610|And slay the son of Lancelot on the sea. 610|But say, if not to harry thee the man 610|Who hath this sword and armour, shalt thou be 610|In knighthood knight and juster than the rest: 610|And thereon shall I meet the first of these 610|To vouch an onset against noble Tor, 610|And be it mine the glory to remain.' 610|'Yea, if that thou will shew my own, my queen, 610|I promise it; and I will strip the mail 610|From off thy helm, and bring my fairest prize 610|Beneath thy father's knees.' 'Nay, but deem not so,' 610|Said Bedivere; and all the maidens swooned. 610|All night the heralds waited yet for each 610|To rise aboard that galleys of the King, 610|And of the stormy damsels there to bare 610|The body of the slain. In none were they 610|The cravens but a little space to spare. 610|So for that night the Queen must ride away. 610|Then said Sir Bedivere, 'My lords, I trow, 610|To-morrow thou wilt bring me hither weal 610|To-morrow for the goodly horse of France; 610|And I will give thee horse and armour for it: 610|I am the Queen of all the lands this night, 610|And I will send it to thy tower, and be 610|A shield to guard the beauty of thy limbs.' 610|Then said the first, 'Let go, my king, and bring 610|To thee the helm from off the balcony, 610|And carry thou thine armour to the tower, 610|And lay it in my mother's breast, and take, 610|My love, thy shield ======================================== SAMPLE 23 ======================================== , and what they were they had to do. 39784|"I tell you, Sir, I'm very proud of you 39784|For your two sons; but go take all your blows, 39784|And come to your father's house again; 39784|For if my father loves you more than I, 39784|We can't do what no father would do then." 39784|"Mother dear, will you go back to Cadiz, 39784|And visit our children once more?" 39784|"No, my dear, I will not, I own not; 39784|We've been children without you at school, 39784|But we never found one that had more love 39784|Than itself, and a bigger boy I've got; 39784|And we never did one another know, 39784|For we're all of us getting to go together." 39784|So they went to Cadiz, and to me 39784|Were the beautiful ladies and lords of Cadiz; 39784|But Cadiz didn't like them at all, 39784|For she bade him "Run quick and call," 39784|With his beautiful eyes like a lamb. 39784|"You are welcome, I say, and most gladly I'll say 39784|That your children are all looking up at you; 39784|But for all they're a-playing the boys with me, 39784|I guess it is not for nothing you're free. 39784|"And you're telling me all you know, 39784|That your children are all in a beautiful ring, 39784|That a king or a queen can have no more kings than anything 39784|But a king or a queen can have a kingdom and crown." 39784|"Yes, I say by my troth," said the king, 39784|"And I'm glad that your children are so tall." 39784|"But I'm glad that your children are so big, 39784|And you'll be entertaining a lady like me; 39784|For that little yellow hen-coop that you see 39784|Has not been given to hay and straw, 39784|And it isn't the croak of the egg-plant, 39784|But the little yellow hen-coop that you see, 39784|And you'll have to be bringing a dish as of old 39784|For every little gold piece of the hen-- 39784|If the darlings come up from the land 39784|Like this, I'll be bringing them up to a feast. 39784|For I know a people of every class, 39784|Not the least, 39784|Have been taught by me, 39784|As they sat themselves down in the sun, 39784|Singing, going, going, 39784|A-fishing, 39784|Shooting, fishing, 39784|One another calling each other. 39784|Every day has its task to do; 39784|I have plenty to do, 39784|And I'm grateful to all that I can do, 39784|For I have plenty to do. 39784|I have plenty to come at night, 39784|To eat and rejoice with my light; 39784|I have but three days of the day, 39784|And that's all that I can do 39784|To go and see the wonderful town 39784|That holds the baby so dear, 39784|With both her eyes and her ears, 39784|And the plump, soft head of a deer 39784|And the little brown head of a deer. 39784|And now I'll be going afar, 39784|To seek for some other dear, 39784|And I'll think all that I have, 39784|As I sat with my head down-whiskered, 39784|And I never could get one, 39784|All my work done, 39784|Or taken the brush to clean it; 39784|I thought with my eyes close glistened, 39784|I wished while I could, 39784|Some one came and took the brush off. 39784|And then the brush was gone, 39784|The top was wet, 39784|And I lay and dreamed on it, 39784|Till I woke up, and was glad, 39784|And it's twelve long years, and it's twelve long years, 39784|Oh! the times when our dear friend was away. 39784| ======================================== SAMPLE 24 ======================================== and the black-bird's strain! 1333|Then, sweet heart, whisper, sweetheart, 1333|"Thou art sweet, but thy love is vain." 1333|I do love thee, my love, 1333|In a word, in a song, 1333|With the heart and the will, 1333|And the power of my heart; 1333|The power of my whole 1333|Of the poet's soul, 1333|And the heart and the soul! 1333|As the winds take the leaves 1333|As the flowers take the flowers, 1333|As the floods take the dew, 1333|As the salt runs in floods, 1333|As the salt runs in floods, 1333|As the snow in the seas, 1333|As the rain in the logs, 1333|As the wind comes and goes, 1333|As the sleet in the coppice, 1333|As the snow in the coppice, 1333|As the snow in the bogland, 1333|As the hail in the river, 1333|As the snow in the river, 1333|As the snow in the county, 1333|As the snow in the county, 1333|As the snow in the county, 1333|As the rain in the vale. 1333|As the stars take the dew, 1333|As the sparks fly from eye, 1333|As the sparks fly, 1333|So the hand of my heart 1333|As the heart of my art 1333|As the tongue of my lips, 1333|As the heart of my heart 1333|As the flame in the eye. 1333|I sing the loveliest things that are forgotten; 1333|I start at times, and know it is not here; 1333|Then tell me, Soul, how art thou on the wind, 1333|That o'er the mountain tops its spirit flings, 1333|And makes it music?--Birds and floating things 1333|That linger, sporting on the river's breast, 1333|Are all my Memory, and I would I knew 1333|If I had never lived, and lived a while ago. 1333|I am the Wind, and in the world-old days, 1333|I make my mouthed songs with my wildest woe; 1333|I am the Wind and in the summer-time 1333|The leaves drop, and the flowers droop and die, 1333|And in the winter's snow the leaves droop and fall, 1333|And the wild winds, like demons from the hell, 1333|With moaning shrieks, and screams of children, call. 1333|I am the Wind, and in the summer-time 1333|I make my mouthed songs with my wildest woe, 1333|And in the winter's snow the birds fly forth, 1333|And in the summer-time the leaves droop and wince, 1333|And the wild winds, like a delirious child, 1333|With their sweet voices cry, "Why do we roam, 1333|To spoil the loveliest things that ever were? 1333|What is this wind-swept rivulet mixt with these?" 1333|I am the Wind, and in the summer-time 1333|I make my mouthed songs with my wildest woe. 1333|As I have often been, so let it be, 1333|The Wind, the Fire, and the Wind's voice of me. 1333|Listen, I will tell you a story of the girl 1333|Whose hair was like a golden glory in the sky. 1333|In the first hour of Spring, when nets no more invite 1333|To greedy birds, and deer, and fallow fowls on high, 1333|I heard a strange voice, whispering in my ear 1333|Some old, sweet song of long ago, long gone, 1333|Singing a long-gone Summer; yet e'en now 1333|I seem to hear it singing, and its voice is strange. 1333|Listen, I will tell you a story of the girl 1333|Whose hair was like a golden glory in the sky. 1333|"We loved," she sang, "love," but it needed her no more 1333|Than the cold leaden spell that knit my heart and ======================================== SAMPLE 25 ======================================== , he has had to sing a psalm 36661|That makes the world grow merry.--Come 36661|And lay thy silver finger on 36661|His mouth. 36661|For him there is no morning star; 36661|For him there is no morrow; 36661|For him there is no dawn, no morn, 36661|For him there is no morrow. 36661|Go down, and fetch the waxen doves 36661|To his old bowels, and their loves 36661|For him with sweet and secret lips, 36661|And sweet and soft caresses. 36661|For him there are no dawning hopes, 36661|No fears, no fancies, no desires, 36661|No dreams, no wishes, empty doves 36661|And hopeless dreams,--'twere all his life 36661|In that still room where mirth and strife 36661|Are one consuming fire. 36661|The music of the spring is stilled, 36661|The noisy mowers go their rounds, 36661|The green fields quiver where are killed 36661|The humming-birds. 36661|The day is full of hours 36661|With fruit and flower and fruit; 36661|But though his heart be stilled, 36661|And death be close at hand, 36661|There is no day for him 36661|But one day for the land. 36661|His dreams are of the past 36661|For him there is no morn, 36661|The bells may ring his name 36661|And all may sing him sleeping, 36661|But though his life be stilled, 36661|There is no day for him. 36661|The golden-rod is wet, 36661|The night is very great; 36661|And though his heart be glad 36661|And life is very great-- 36661|Dost thou remember when, 36661|Dost thou forget? 36661|The gold is in the moon, 36661|The morn is gray. 36661|The world grows troubled, 36661|The world grows old. 36661|The hours will not be few, 36661|The hours that hold 36661|The treasure, 36661|Are wan and cold. 36661|O weary heart, hast thou not said it? 36661|And are thy thoughts so strong? 36661|Is life so lorn?-- 36661|Nay! nay! I have seen 36661|Thy tireless wings. 36661|Weary and spent in battle, go thou toil, 36661|Thou canst not win the boon that once was thine: 36661|The cup that once was bright is bitter now, 36661|And sadder than thy own shall be the wine, 36661|And I shall find the same, and I shall serve, 36661|And by my bed will stand, and I shall give, 36661|And bring a purple cup, and I shall be 36661|Made white and round, and I shall touch thy feet, 36661|And he shall be a white lily at thy feet. 36661|I feel the pathos growing 36661|Across my path, 36661|Like leaves of Autumn blowing 36661|In a windy day; 36661|But the way is steep and stony, 36661|And the burden deep,-- 36661|Dreams that mock the sunsets blowing; 36661|And the twilight gray. 36661|I met pale Lisette moving 36661|From out the rain, 36661|At the door of his palace 36661|Lean'd she,--she had it in her 36661|That last sad night 36661|Of all love's martyrdoms;--she had it in her hand, 36661|And in her eyes a soul more pure than in 36661|The blue of some far mountain stream: she held 36661|The golden apple from my heart. I felt 36661|My lips would rock among their blossoms white, 36661|And in a voice through mistier shadows speak 36661|The music that once made them pale and weak. 36661|I felt she loved it better than all love, 36661|And in her eyes a star. I had to stand 36661|And touch her heart once more, and feel it move 36661|Into my soul like a swift river's strand, ======================================== SAMPLE 26 ======================================== |On the breast of night-cold marble, 1365|When the sky is black with night, 1365|When--in the grave--the moonbeam 1365|Brightens over with a light, 1365|And the moon rises slowly 1365|In the east. 1365|Gently, gently, dreamily 1365|We have drifted on 1365|To the calm of death; 1365|And the moon swells slowly 1365|Through the sky, 1365|There is faintly hinting 1365|Of a downward beam, 1365|Of a sky 1365|So clear, so calm, so bright, 1365|And every curve 1365|Of all the landscape dim 1365|Beats in the dream of delight." 1365|"So, little brother of mine, 1365|It is time to rest awhile 1365|On this hill our lazy boat 1365|From the light of the setting sun 1365|To the wide world's twilight on, 1365|In the calm of the moonbeams, 1365|That we may be ready for our tasks. 1365|Farewell, brother of mine, bereft 1365|Of all joys that earth can give, 1365|Farewell, brother of mine, bereft 1365|Of all joys that earth can gild; 1365|For the dark is dark and the light is dead 1365|As the light of the setting sun; 1365|Oh, let us lie together on the bier, 1365|On this hill-top of life's early day-- 1365|We two, brothers of the sky." 1365|"Then hush!... in the silent moonlight, 1365|While you whisper my name, 1365|Let me sleep, let me rest, 1365|By this rivulet's side, 1365|And, whatever the pathway may span, 1365|We two have the will to do, 1365|There in the moonlight, brother of man, 1365|There in the dew." 1365|Little brother of mine, hast thou thought 1365|That I came here? 1365|I came not, brother,--I am lost 1365|In the light that thou hast sought. 1365|Thus am I saved forever--long 1365|From the fearful brink of wrong. 1365|Thou gavest me my all; 1365|In my heart I bore thee, 1365|In my heart, my love. 1365|In a golden bowl I placed my soul: 1365|I was a part of this poor soul,-- 1365|God gave me back my youth and strength, 1365|But the fire is in my brain. 1365|Oh! then the years and the suffering! 1365|Oh! how I longed to share it with the flames 1365|That burn in the world below. 1365|Oh! the calm calm of the moon shines on, 1365|As once upon my brow. 1365|Oh! that no longer life might hold me, 1365|No more its grace and strength, 1365|No more, save that old, white, silent soul, 1365|With its beauty pure and young. 1365|When thou wert but a little child, 1365|And I a little alder, 1365|I used to wake, by the mild moonlight, 1365|The wild flowers on this hill. 1365|Yet thou wert ever kind and good, 1365|As all the other children are, 1365|And so my heart is with thee. 1365|I never let another's portion go, 1365|I never let my whole life sleep-- 1365|Yet it will be a sweet and holy thing 1365|Did once, and may again keep. 1365|A little baby was asleep, 1365|A little baby was asleep; 1365|My gentle love was tidy white, 1365|And clean and gentle like the sun. 1365|And all the others are asleep 1365|And all the others cannot keep. 1365|A brown-haired little miss had raised 1365|His arm above the little miss,-- 1365|The miss looked off to me with care, 1365|And left me sleeping in the grass. 1365|A man-at-arms! and I could see 1365|His arms around my baby. ======================================== SAMPLE 27 ======================================== it the merest word to say. 14019|"Ganelon, here the battle see!" 14019|King Marsil's self beheld the sight; 14019|"A good man this! So foul a plight!" 14019|Swiftly he strode upon the field, 14019|And all about the dreary plain; 14019|But he forgot the spur and shield; 14019|The Durindana wrought his last. 14019|No more the valiant gleeman sees; 14019|And he, though slain, no more feels pride. 14019|But one is left--the other two-- 14019|The knights that in the pass he chose; 14019|Oft in his Roland's pride he view'd 14019|The baron's blood from his beheld 14019|Riven by swords, by him o'erthrown. 14019|So perish'd all poor cavaliers. 14019|The mighty churl with all his peers 14019|Raps the right cheek beneath his crest; 14019|The other, in his rage of wrath, 14019|Still wards the blow on Roland's breast. 14019|The baron saw him with a mien 14019|Of force, of force, and of a face, 14019|And said, "To me this cavalier 14019|Valiant would never more embrace. 14019|My sword is mine in other wise; 14019|King Marsil's this the baron's cause,-- 14019|The baron Marsil hath his cause. 14019|If he my prowess might gainsay, 14019|I should not bear him to the pass; 14019|But that the baron I disdain, 14019|And this the demon's scorn is vain. 14019|For the good knight, I yield him now 14019|Leave to lie down and let him go." 14019|Him he lets sink and faint and die, 14019|And his last breath like blood out-pours: 14019|For his soul's sake, by flight debarred, 14019|Pants on the ground as one opprest. 14019|And the baron his last word calms, 14019|And he lets fall his glove of rest: 14019|"Lords, let my love be at your side, 14019|And I at your feet lay me betide; 14019|I would lay me upon this sand, 14019|And you for champion should withstand." 14019|The baron cast himself and cried, 14019|"Lords, give me leave to set me free: 14019|For I would choose you in good stead, 14019|And you shall have me and with me." 14019|On the hauberk he took his stand, 14019|On the buckler he laid his hand; 14019|Then he tore his vesture from his breast, 14019|And he went in to the cellars old; 14019|He gave them a baron's shield and guard, 14019|And his good falcon, brought so oft, 14019|They won to the chamber in the wall, 14019|And the baron's hauberk he laid them all. 14019|And the baron he left them there 14019|To the cellars, which were of steel so dread, 14019|With which he won to the chamber fair, 14019|And the baron's hauberk in the wall, 14019|The baron took, to take revenge, 14019|Whereon his evil hound he cast, 14019|Whereon he lay that none might break. 14019|The baron pulled out his gloves of gold, 14019|And to the castle went in haste; 14019|"And if you will not, we will part," he said, 14019|"From the evil execution's taste." 14019|Olivier heard the ban, and sore afraid; 14019|He sent, by force, a page unto him. 14019|He took Valence and his knights and bound 14019|By the iron cross his helm in hand, 14019|And with the sword he struck them not at all; 14019|Then to the cellars threw him, and their band 14019|Was slain in hatred and in jest; 14019|The Saracen seized with such great force, 14019|In that on horseback he did not course. 14019|He ======================================== SAMPLE 28 ======================================== out, the maw of hawk, 2334|The hunter's horn, the hunter's bell, 2334|The courtier making war's bass cheer-- 2334|All these are off and all are here. 2334|I like to see the way the others go, 2334|With different feet, each one a rabbit cote, 2334|With different face a-feather on the snow, 2334|With none to see them, every one to match, 2334|Like this old man, with this boy's queer cote, 2334|With this old man, with this boy's queer cote, 2334|With this old man, with this boy's cote! 2334|I wish I were a gun to kill the boys, 2334|A gallant, rattling, free-down chum, 2334|With this old man, with this boy's gret soles, 2334|Away from "the dirt, and the din, and the noise," 2334|With this old man, with this boy's gret soles! 2334|I wish I were a gun or pistol shot 2334|With which to kill a rabbit deep, 2334|Away from "the dirt, and the din, and the sweat," 2334|With this old man, with this boy's gret soles! 2334|I wish I were a huge black lump askew, 2334|With the fat of the bravest and best, 2334|With the news of the battle, and "Up with the sun" and "down" 2334|To feed every hungry beast! 2334|As well as "the rain, and the sun, and the best" 2334|As can be reckoned by me, on the whole, 2334|On the whole I'd sooner lie than eat my meat, 2334|As well as "the river, and the sea," 2334|As can be reckoned by me! 2334|I could sit for hours at table fed, 2334|And drink to my own dear foolish head: 2334|I could sit for hours at meat and sleep-- 2334|To me the least things I should not know, 2334|But ever should, or ever wot,-- 2334|To me the least things I should not know! 2334|I'd eat--and drink till my head turned round, 2334|And my head turned pike-wise down to ground: 2334|I'd pray and I'd do--when I'd no need,-- 2334|To me the least things I could not see,-- 2334|To me the least things I could not see. 2334|I'd die--and die--and then live again, 2334|So--and my hairs fall off again; 2334|And now I take my turn again:-- 2334|For you and me, I don't complain! 2334|And O, my God, why don't you be 2334|Too hard to do without me? 2334|A stone a-mong with both of us 2334|Could climb, I guess, to twenty! 2334|A stone, a-mong with both of us 2334|Could climb, I swine! I wonder! 2334|A stone, a-mong with both of us 2334|Were climb, I swine! I wonder! 2334|O, daylight! night! why do you glaze 2334|With dull and dead-like pallor? 2334|There's not a starlight in the sky 2334|That shines so sad a little! 2334|And yet, I sometimes have to sigh 2334|Because I'm glad I've got it! 2334|A stone a-mong with both of us 2334|I'm glad I ain't a bit more,-- 2334|I'm glad to hear it all before 2334|I'd climb--to climb it farther! 2334|I'd live, I swear, to meet you here, 2334|Some years hence, and be content with 2334|A quiet baldrick, and a chin of 2334|A buttock's brickwork, and a chin of 2334|A buttock's brickwork, and a chin of 2334|A buttock's brickwork! 2334|O be contented, 2334|And you with that little crutch, 2334|That little hand that used to clutch, 2334|That little hand, is ======================================== SAMPLE 29 ======================================== , and the King's house was there, 658|And the broad door-posts and the palace walls, 658|And the high wall-towers, and the well-thralls of Troy, 658|The white battalions of the foe. 658|Then as it were a man might bid him go; 658|And when he had his will, he bade the King 658|Go to the ships of the Achaeans, and beg 658|For sons and daughters, and for wives to bear. 658|Nor did he not depart until he came 658|Bearing within his hands what he had won 658|From my dear father's lands and lofty folds, 658|And with the glorious gifts he gave to me. 658|Then to the ships he went, and from my arms 658|Stayed not, for fear or sorrow that the earth 658|Should all of old suffer, or that I should hear 658|The King say unto me, "Son, I am a brave 658|And mighty man, and the Gods have sent me travail, 658|And they, that take me, have sent me travail too, 658|To bear unto the ships, if needs be, life." 658|But when his son had passed, he bade the folk 658|Keep silence, and listen to the word of Zeus, 658|And in the end the Trojans, up from Troy, 658|In all the armour, mightiest far of all, 658|The Lord of battle and the slayer of men: 658|"Hearken my counsel, ye Dardanian, 658|Ye Trojans and Tydides, captains new, 658|That through the walls storm-swarming now may pierce 658|And rattle in his ears the brazen roar 658|Of battle; for in no way know I fear. 658|The day that led me hither is the time 658|For our long labour; be it so with those 658|Whom I have lost, those wooers of the King 658|Who rule the Argives, as ye love their wives. 658|For as the day shall come, so we will lead 658|The Trojans, and will suffer in our ships 658|Upon the walls a wall of living stone, 658|And will take up the Argives and their wives, 658|That we may see with help our Argives slain." 658|He spake, and from the chariot to the ground 658|Lifted his voice, and called his men: "Say, men 658|That dwelt ungirdled, shall not far from me 658|The Argives who are fleeing? Let us go 658|And let us gather in our ships their bones, 658|That so we may not see them, but may die." 658|Like ravening fawns they ravening of the coals 658|Set to their nests on hinds, and tear away 658|The breast of man or old man, which the blast 658|Of ravening fire hath shattered. He them flayed 658|Swift-footed, to the ships, that in a day 658|They may be slain and madden in the strife-- 658|So should they perish utterly around 658|The Argives, when they see the Greeks anew, 658|And all their hearts are in them for the fray, 658|And all their limbs be for the stubborn war. 658|Then from the ships they bade the Cretans come 658|Of all the Argives to survey the work 658|Of mighty-souled Ulysses, and to know 658|If Jove, then suppliant, granted to his prayer, 658|Or if the Fates, or Fate, were fulfilled, 658|That he might end their toil; so these twain stood 658|In counsel and in eager rivalry. 658|They looked on every side, and to the left 658|Of the walls of the city, where stood the ships, 658|Heralds and sea-gulls, who had gathered all 658|The warriors in the city, heard the song 658|Of that god-music, and, with outstretched hands, 658|Haled from the ships, and loitered from the wall, 658|And from the towers of Ilium, where there stood 658|A king beneath the sunbeam, marvellous-- 658|Gods of the Fates, and ye that on the Earth 658|Live yet: ye never shall behold them more! 658|So cried they, and such word they in their ======================================== SAMPLE 30 ======================================== |The flowers of Paradise! 1304|For the winds which blow 1304|The scent of an intimate heart-- 1304|For the unseen stars 1304|Which come to the place of love, 1304|For the unknown lands of sleep-- 1304|My flowers of Babylon! 1304|And yet, for all these things, 1304|I fear the stars, 1304|And the other stars, 1304|That, sailing in the sky, 1304|Shed their gladness on you! 1304|I love to think what these have found-- 1304|The happiness, and the relief, 1304|The palaces, and the high flights 1304|Of soaring stairs ascending up to Heaven-- 1304|And all this while, 1304|Dear Lord, I pray Thee! that Thou keep 1304|The everlasting and eternal course, 1304|And that no troubled thought, no sorrowing, 1304|May break this quiet down; 1304|That all my thoughts, at last, may be fulfilled 1304|With the unwritten truth. 1304|Dear Lord, that in this very hour 1304|Of outliv'd days, when every heart 1304|And will are buried in You, Dear, 1304|Not in these weary times of pains, 1304|But in some easier and more desert, 1304|With fewer instances of pain, 1304|And fewer instances of sin, 1304|To give our weary spirits rest, 1304|Is all--this little life begins. 1304|And all my dayless thoughts, at Night, 1304|Have set my spirit far from home, 1304|Lulling them up with many a light, 1304|Lulling them up with many a lay. 1304|A time will come for so much play; 1304|Of more desire, of more delight; 1304|And we shall meet this airy way 1304|And in that middle state of quiet sit, 1304|And there together pass the nights; 1304|And while we count our witty witty rhymes 1304|And hear them, in the darkness of their bights 1304|Shall we take counsel how we may 1304|Expatiate unto airs of Night, 1304|And how that subtle power of all our wits 1304|May be by darknesse drest to lull. 1304|And thou, O pleasant house of Sleep! 1304|Thou rustic Jones, whose grandsire was 1304|In such good times, was taunted by 1304|Thee for his deeds, and for his wiles, 1304|That he might have these rivalls armed 1304|With more than common sense; but they 1304|Care not the more for what they do, 1304|For whom these times are apparized. 1304|Yearly, full early, was the birth 1304|Of that good husband, whose good name 1304|Delighted the parents in their youth, 1304|And now enjoys the world in fame; 1304|From him the world doth ever crave, 1304|And would from them very much save 1304|Their from corruption; therefore live 1304|Immortally, and evermore 1304|With undivided gratitude. 1304|And they enjoy the good of their own pow'r, 1304|And therefore think they shall enjoy 1304|A happiness which others lay 1304|In common death, and scarcely please 1304|Cities and funerals, which they 1304|With readiness to die do soon. 1304|For such a husband is no joy; 1304|And if that dies, 't is but a toy. 1304|But since it must not be, but seem 1304|That this is so, it must be so. 1304|Thou art not guardian of the weak; 1304|Thou art more precious than the wealth 1304|Of the good Parter; and the wealth 1304|Of all good souls consists in thee. 1304|The good of both is great and good, 1304|And being reach'd with double powers, 1304|Where happy are all mortal joys 1304|Enjoyed by those who the old nurse 1304|With prayers, what they can do or say, 1304|Or do they but with anger strive 1304|To open their own minds, and move ======================================== SAMPLE 31 ======================================== on your way. 3468|For you, come back! 3468|For you that I did see, 3468|Have felt what might bring me 3468|This power of mine; 3468|I feel what might be 3468|To you, come back! 3468|God is a teacher in this place, 3468|He is a warder in this space, 3468|He did not fear the sea. 3468|He did not fear the strong sea-gull, 3468|He did not fear the swift sea- Gael, 3468|He did not fear the hard sea-wail, 3468|The salt sea-wail. 3468|He did not fear the hurricane, 3468|He did not fear the swift shipwrack, 3468|He did not fear the thunder. 3468|He did not fear the black storm-cloud, 3468|And the swift shipwrack. 3468|He did not fear the quick sea-wail, 3468|For fear the shipwrack. 3468|He did not fear the loud sea-wail, 3468|For fear the shipwrack. 3468|This I know,--God is a master there, 3468|He hath the power to undo and to clear, 3468|To clear by His own might. So say I 3468|The Master of Life." 3468|The Master said, "There is no wizardry from the Master's 3468|We have heard from Kalevala of the story, 3468|Doth it not come from the end of ages, 3468|Wherein is no dwelling? The heavens show it 3468|Much like unto one's own dwelling. 3468|Now at their hands the heavens are bending 3468|And their white peaks are leaning, 3468|Their slender hands have wrought of magic, 3468|The fingers touch of Nature's magic 3468|Hither and thither flying. 3468|And each one feels his journey ended,-- 3468|Ah yes, it all must be. 3468|But the night is fuller, and the roses 3468|Fall on the sward so lonely, 3468|And the poppy hangs upon the meadows, 3468|Tired-of- shortly, and then thrown down, 3468|On its white, deserted crown."-- 3468|But no one comes in the night for me, 3468|Nor leaves out the dark in the dawn. 3468|The morning is dawning in the East, 3468|The East, the West, the birds are praising 3468|The little moon with her white breast,-- 3468|The Sun upon the hill; 3468|The birds are singing to the moon, 3468|The birds in the thickets is singing, 3468|The clouds in the sky begin their flight; 3468|The dew is heavy on the meadow, 3468|The flowers in the far hill-sides,-- 3468|The little day within the wood, 3468|The day without the bird. 3468|The yellow butterflies are climbing 3468|In a sort of swimming-green, 3468|The grasses stretch above their heads; 3468|Insects are soaring all their lives 3468|To a beautiful day, 3468|They are flying round the lovely Moon, 3468|And in their motion the fair Moon is-- 3468|The little day that is! 3468|The great rain falls from heaven, 3468|The clouds are turning in the West, 3468|The flowers like jacinths on the stems 3468|And the grasses, in their flight, 3468|In wandering upward, take their breath, 3468|And go to their own delightful sleeping 3468|In some beautiful garden, 3468|That is quite over-head. 3468|The clouds are hurrying over the sky, 3468|The clouds have shaken their colors away, 3468|And the sun has left the ground, 3468|The clouds are coming, bringing, selling them forth, 3468|The wind is like a little child, 3468|And the flowers they are bewitching, 3468|The morning is a sweet little child, 3468|Who cannot be afraid. 3468|So the rain begins to fall again, 3468|The flowers stretch out their arms in vain, 3468|The rainbow fades from view ======================================== SAMPLE 32 ======================================== , the "lost friend 3468|Of the whole folk who live in the world's harsh strife 3468|With the King of the Isles, with the King of the Isles! 3468|Here may ye find joy and content, wherever ye go. 3468|"For the King of the Isles is not worth a man's life 3468|Who shall joy with the life out of the sea or the foam 3468|That we go to be touched when the days have shortened, 3468|To be made full of the gladness of the vanished!" 3468|"Alack, the King of the Isles is not worth a man's joy 3468|Who shall joy with the strength of the long days to be!" 3468|The King of the Isles is not good nor bad, 3468|But he sits in a sorrowful way and sad, 3468|And he marches slowly, and straightway never hath wakened, 3468|For the King of the Isles is not on his feet, 3468|And for all he may unto no man give heed; 3468|For the King of the Isles is not on his feet. 3468|"It is all too late to ride into the cold flood 3468|And be locked up in the caves and set free your blood. 3468|No longer here on the sea nor far on the shore 3468|Is the King of the Isles, he is not on his knees, 3468|And he knows what trouble it cost him to live 3468|Then up and down he rides into the deep. 3468|"But lo, he awakes from his sleep and harkens 3468|For his people and awakeneth suddenly, 3468|And his face is as a leper's at the name of the King, 3468|And his feet are as a snake and flatterer curled, 3468|And the King of the South is far and high, 3468|And his brow is as a crown of flame 3468|And his face is as a snake of flame. 3468|"But for all his manifold woe and sorrow, 3468|And for all the joys that he hath given, 3468|Then take the sword in thy hand and thy staff be glad, 3468|With a heart so bright and a soul so glad, 3468|And lead him as a King of the Isles shall come. 3468|"The King is dead, and the Queen is dead, 3468|From a great green isle on the sea; 3468|And all fair things have passed away 3468|Since the bright Queen left her home to mourn for thee, 3468|And all fair things be with her, the Queen of the Isles, 3468|Thou the mighty King of the Isles. 3468|"The King is dead, and the Queen is dead, 3468|And the Queen hath died before thy hand; 3468|And thou comest home from a land far away 3468|Where men take bread and hang the lamp of prayer, 3468|And the King of the Isles is far and high, 3468|And he shall come from sea and strand, 3468|And he shall come to thee, the King of the Isles, 3468|And he shall come to thee, the Queen of the Isles, 3468|And he shall come to thee, the Queen, 3468|And he shall come whom thou wilt see." 3468|The King of the Isles heard this, and went, 3468|And the King himself went back again, 3468|And many days the fair Queen abode 3468|In the wide sea-bed, with a happy heart, 3468|And many days she grew to joy and pain, 3468|Till all men said, "O King, in what hast thou done 3468|For a little time, or a little while, 3468|That thou should'st come a little soon, 3468|With a sword at thy thigh, and a sword in thy hand, 3468|And it was my pleasure to be bold, 3468|And a little word, and a little word, 3468|And I should fear it, and my hope at last 3468|Should fail, and leave me as a childless thing 3468|With none to warn me from the least of the King. 3468|"So let it be, for I have not yet said nay, 3468|Nor would I be afraid of the truth I say. 3468|But as for thee, what need ======================================== SAMPLE 33 ======================================== |He had gone, 1287|And gone to the fold in the snow-girt cave, 1287|And there on the breast of his long white bed 1287|He had been embraced by many a friend; 1287|And many a bright-haired maid with garlands gay 1287|Would in his memory stand, to tell his love 1287|The day before. Oft did he stray, when late 1287|In the dark fields on the first warm event; 1287|When his dear wife was much away, and young 1287|Returning on the first cold balmy eve; 1287|And on the last cold eve a warm child went 1287|By him to sport and play. But soon a dream 1287|Of light divine was his, which seemed to be 1287|Of good report, and of a Fairy's home. 1287|He went to sleep, for the first faint cloud 1287|Had passed around the day; the forest flowers 1287|Were bursting forth again, and the clear brook 1287|He knew, albeit he was a babe at heart. 1287|He would have slept, in a quiet bed, 1287|But for his first dear wife, who slept not now; 1287|For there she lay, her heart's true treasure, still 1287|A happy child, and wishing that her Dear 1287|Would still be blest again. Then all the birds 1287|Would start from sleep, and forth would come the sun 1287|Of happiness, and with full joy would dance 1287|In the new light, and in the still small stars 1287|Would sing and shine. And now, when day should die, 1287|Would the fair Elf, smiling, lead the child 1287|Up to its mother's bosom, soft and warm, 1287|And breathe and move through her lips, and speak 1287|And whisper to himself, "Our hearts' delight-- 1287|We live as in the days of old,"--and so 1287|She would be blest again. But it was late 1287|In the still wood, when his dear Annie smiled 1287|A welcome to the child. The voice was sweet, 1287|Full of young joy, and as a bride he lay 1287|Her mother, Annie pale, in the dim woods, 1287|With the same cheerful sense of rest, and shouts 1287|Of love, love's message from her lips still sweet, 1287|While she was kneeling by her bed, and held 1287|Him till he came and said, "Here I abide 1287|Until thy blessed day." And then he slept, 1287|And while he slept, his faithful Annie heard 1287|At each dream's echo- Lucy's whisper, "List, 1287|My babe, my baby, listen, and I swear 1287|To still thy murmuring when we meet again." 1287|Then, when the dream was done, the nurse arose 1287|And gave the child a letter, that she sent 1287|She told him, "This is he--my sweetest friend; 1287|A month of his dear life and love, my all." 1287|Then Philip with his fingers on her breast, 1287|Her rosy curly hair upon her arm, 1287|Came, and at once the happy child did say, 1287|"What are the thoughts of children like to these? 1287|They are as thoughts to me. They are my own 1287|As wholly, and as tenderly as one." 1287|At that word all the birds in one wild song 1287|Answered, all Nature's echoes answered it. 1287|Thenceforth, it was the King's first Christmas Day; 1287|For now the happy people held their feast 1287|About the new-made bride, with many a tear, 1287|To see so fair a sight, and hear so sweet 1287|The carol of each fairy-boat, and hear 1287|The carol till the nightingales did sleep; 1287|Till, as the carol o'er the swarming street 1287|Broke, for the fairy minstrelsy, peal on peal, 1287|And the dim fairy minstrels did not wait 1287|Within the fairy temple at the gates 1287|Of fairy-fairies, fit for paradise, 1287|In every glen and hill. ======================================== SAMPLE 34 ======================================== |The old, old story-teller read 31305|Of someone passing by; but all 31305|The rest--how many? all the rest 31305|Beneath the thin gray arch is one 31305|Above our world; at least they don't: 31305|They cannot look at one, but he 31305|Knows best, in spite of all, the rest 31305|Will care a little how to see 31305|Her sunburned little thumb apace, 31305|Her toes, their toes, each, till, at last, 31305|The last of many, they must halt, 31305|And in that same quaint wooden-chair, 31305|Pray, what are they?--a tiny thing, 31305|A tiny thing! O, don't you care 31305|If you'll allow, with forks and chairs 31305|A cosy seat in your green chair-- 31305|The old, old story-teller read 31305|Of someone passing by! 31305|She has no doubt about his name, 31305|And her young eyes are dim; 31305|Her name, perhaps, is Mary Lee; 31305|But he is much the same--to me. 31305|He wears a ragged hat, you see. 31305|He does not wear a gay _silendi_ 31305|As though he knew, in fact, men knew 31305|His mother was a thing as blue 31305|As rosy and as white; 31305|His red lips round a ring as curl, 31305|His black eyes, dimples, and--God knows, 31305|What are those, _all_ the odd things up? 31305|His head's been wooden, I confess-- 31305|A sort of _opposition_; then, 31305|A sort of fluttering ribald-gown, 31305|He seems some very likely good, 31305|And always firmly good; 31305|His eyes are sometimes strangely brown, 31305|Sometimes--alas, his rather odd 31305|Sort of florin'-like! 31305|Ain't such a thing as you and I 31305|Can ever _idle_ when he's _quite_; 31305|Or when he's _never_ dry; or, why, 31305|An awful battle, not a few, 31305|As we've got won't be _quite_! 31305|He's one of those queer, _epics_ class, 31305|And "simpkin'," is a fact; 31305|And all the rest of you, perchance, 31305|Were classed out as good. 31305|I don't know what he's like,--his eyes 31305|They sometimes make a sort of noise. 31305|That's _au revoir, in revoir_ of ours, 31305|It's _au revoir_. 31305|He never really made _so strange_ 31305|A little use for life; 31305|He never made one of the boys 31305|Who live more near his wife. 31305|He never told us what he thought, 31305|And we're just now and then 31305|Back to our work that's done.--But then, 31305|There's nothing left, but _ain't_ 31305|To do it with a pen! 31305|If he's the last one,--leave him, child! 31305|So we're just glad to get 31305|Back to our work that's done.-- 31305|So we're just as glad to get 31305|Back to our home that's there, 31305|Back to our work that's done! 31305|Toiling and struggling with the struggling 31305|And the wearying pines, 31305|Toiling and struggling with the struggling 31305|And the wearying pines! 31305|Toiling and struggling with the struggling 31305|And the wearying pines, 31305|Toiling and struggling with the struggling 31305|And the wearying pines! 31305|Toiling and struggling with the struggling 31305|And the wearying pines? 31305|And a light came out in the blue sky? 31305|And a light that shone as a promise flew on our 31305|lands and 31305|And the little child's eyes 31305|Shall be ours! ======================================== SAMPLE 35 ======================================== .] 1001|Canto XXX. Virgil's Victory. 1001|We came up unto the next steep ledge, 1001|Which the sunbeams o'er that ruin wears: 1001|Its top is to the very bottom turned, 1001|Save where, beyond it, the great arch lets in 1001|A sea without, in ebbing molten glass, 1001|Under the boiling waves 'tis over-canopied. 1001|And I: "My Master, clearly from what shore 1001|So meanest thou to escape is safe returned, 1001|If right it please thee to escape that rock." 1001|Then said: "So may God's grace the vigour please 1001|That thou come to the shore without leave or friend, 1001|As long as till these rocks shall power thy life 1001|In thine opprobrium, and the scattered folk 1001|Of all the world hold violent festival; 1001|So may thy tomb encompass thee for aye, 1001|That thou no more on earth mayst safe rely." 1001|"And if," continuing the first discourse, 1001|"They trust in thee," she said, "I did distrust 1001|In my reply, when I remembered that, 1001|And that thou speakest somewhat to me aught, 1001|A trifle broken will not have remained: 1001|But if it please thee aught, long as it was, 1001|To repossess that life, which is a race 1001|Of easy and ignoble toils: then down 1001|From thine own cheek thou weepest now thy fill." 1001|She only, "Thou wouldst that I had not said, 1001|But 'I'" to the next circle on the left, 1001|Thus on all sides the summit to her verge. 1001|There from the moment that I gazed around, 1001|I beheld the shoulders of the monster huge 1001|Come to the feet; then stretched it to the ground; 1001|The rest I looked on set its claws in wait, 1001|And all at once my gaze did quiet take. 1001|Then saw I seated by the bard within, 1001|Who a new way advanced had on me, made 1001|Now to behold the other, glad to plight 1001|My troth again, and voice intended ill. 1001|I cannot ever from the bard ensue 1001|His words, for all the madness which I felt, 1001|Turn to my view. Had he the Homer's is, 1001|And I of his, as he is who the bard 1001|With love has purposed to us; therefore only 1001|Because he smiled, in that I made him smile, 1001| joyful in the smile, the music of my voice. 1001|But, as it chanceth oft, if I beheld 1001|His eyes inflame me, let them fill forsooth 1001|With gazing so, as never man has been. 1001|Then saw I seated at his side another, 1001|Who from the mouth up drew it, and in words 1001|Like these the one did name itself, and held me, 1001|Exclaimed: "I thank thee, courteous are thy words." 1001|But when they to me had listened and seen 1001|The other, voic'd I silence, and the song 1001|Henceforth of all the beaks my hands had found, 1001|And thus my breast doth fill for evermore. 1001|"He, so robust of both the feet, who swims 1001|In that secure (a so the one surpasses) 1001|The two naves in the elk, the plumes, and girdles, 1001|Together make us of his river-reins 1001|And of his legs bereft, what time we made 1001|O'er thankful people; nor he at the first, 1001|Who victuall, by forbearing any trophy, 1001|But, as he might be free, on all occasions 1001|We to his flood put forth. We to his banks 1001|Set forth, were it not so, for on this path 1001|Came every seed that ran with feet of ours. 1001|There grows thy seed, Divine so fables write, 1001|Because I bring it to the passíd feet 1001|From martyrdom. Long as the holy light 1001|Shone round about it, shall my beams behold 1001|Safe-springing up of him, of whom I made 1001|The master wonder." Scarce the words were said, 1001| ======================================== SAMPLE 36 ======================================== out upon his hands the whole day long, 36954|And then the sun behind the cloud. 36954|But, when they went the day before, 36954|They fell a-turnin' round the bend. 36954|The clouds were big, the clouds were gray, 36954|The sun went up, the clouds were bend, 36954|And so they didn't pass away,-- 36954|There was a time. The very clouds 36954|Looked pretty, and my wife believed 36954|The sky above them shook. They seemed 36954|To call to me through heaven's dome 36954|For one of them to sail across, 36954|And just to pass the time, when last 36954|We'd sail from Polar Regions past. 36954|I didn't know how long it is 36954|All over here I didn't know 36954|The only way to make a fuss, 36954|About my wife and me and her. 36954|But then it was this way: I'd go 36954|And fetch her out by half an hour 36954|Out in the old snow-man's meltin'-match, 36954|And then--and then it was a sarmon 36954|She meant by _me_ to cross the Pole! 36954|And when we both got past the bend, 36954|It seems to me, at any rate, 36954|She'd ask me in the way of _her_, 36954|"Oh, Aunt, you look jes' like that, exactly." 36954|And _I_ says, "What a _compon bout!" 36954|When out we went, she didn't wait, 36954|And sort of seemed to call me Ted, 36954|And, after that, I didn't say 36954|I'd go and ask her cakes and jam. 36954|And when she'd got her supper done, 36954|The children all waked up and run 36954|Across the hall and took a jug, 36954|And then they waked, and I waked up, 36954|And _then_ she had to knuckle down, 36954|And kiss me through the open door, 36954|And, blessin' me, she _knelt_ to me. 36954|_I_ do the chores. I am as glad 36954|As if I had to hurry down 36954|And go to bed and see the chairs, 36954|The tables, too, and things like that, 36954|And all me precious things they seemed. 36954|But as I sat and fingered these, 36954|And thought the matter out of mind, 36954|She seemed to understand and please 36954|Me as I sat and marred her kind. 36954|"I'll go and fetch," and so I went 36954|And left behind scarce one to grieve 36954|For lack o' food; I _was_ content 36954|To go and ask her what she meant. 36954|_She_ had _the face_ of him she'd hate; 36954|And I was glad, because she'd say 36954|She felt my arm, because she'd wait 36954|A little longer just to say 36954|What _he_ did,--and _she_ thought good. 36954|And so, when we got well _out_, 36954|A troubled spirit filled my pen 36954|And got my supper, and I thought 36954|My mother would not have it so. 36954|Just then, she went to read and write 36954|The papers, and I said good-night. 36954|It would have been the same to me 36954|If something of that _other_ sort 36954|Had happened to be found within 36954|The ring of gold and silver plate 36954|About her husband's "likingy" 36954|(Whose name it has forever shone 36954|When Kings were flush with red and blue 36954|And all his _men_ were red and blue). 36954|I couldn't tell but what she read 36954|And what her mother said and did 36954|To make her understand the _men_; 36954|_It seemed to me that she could see 36954|That beauty in the things that be 36954|For her and me. It's nothing new 36954|To me, I think, ======================================== SAMPLE 37 ======================================== _, the last _Adonis_, when, to make him one, many of them 35174|_Sphinx_ and the rest are in the middle of the poems, and 35174|which, though it may be a misprint, will be counted by as 35174|less _Thou_, than _Venus_, whom the _Odyssey_ has probably taken 35174|to be the _Mesma_, or, according to an ancient saying, drawn 35174|from the sea, and carried for nine hundred years, till, coming 35174|at the last, the Ogygian island was given to the Ogygian 35174|ship. 35174|A Greek of the present day, and the special meaning of the 35174|Oeneus, appears to have been fully comprehended on this stage. 35174|In this case the Oeneus has a more unhistorchie, more 35174|proper, more imposing presence. 35174|The Oeneus having thus attained the first degree of human 35174|persons, that made him able to command the land, gave him a 35174|decisive speech, and, being satisfied with the ancient 35174|"Achilles," he says, "is a worthy general Servant of the 35174|Scyros, and is among the first athletes of the same age. He 35174|rewards his guest and treats him as of a very proper man,--the 35174|introducer of Greek slang in parlance,--and it seems 35174|to be very proper to give these measures instead of a formal 35174|personages. He treats him as a friend of Homer, and his 35174|friend, the same week as he was speaking, made a speech which 35174|seems to have linked itself with the form of a Greek word. 35174|But in the course of our fathers before time, when, as we 35174|after go on with the old women and children to the house of 35174|Oeneus, we see a figure of ten or five female figures rising 35174|from our fathers' table,--a thigh one upside down, another 35174|descended on a thigh and a joint leg of an ell-vi--this you 35174|say is also sent in Apseudo to make one--even with the 35174|other hand. The two are kept in a row in respect to the 35174|following verses, in which kind I hear them even now, and 35174|even if, to escape the embraces of the knees, I should be 35174|afterwards be deemed a suppliant,--if indeed I am not a 35174|diseased seeker. But the words of Alcibiades are so 35174|called from the Cyclops that we fear for him, that if we 35174|show him to be the first of all his sons--I will say 35174|"As for my brothers, he is a brave man and a brave man." 35174|Thus then the old woman--a foolish man at the door of 35174|the palace--gave him the entertainment, but it was, in fact, 35174|of great difficulty. 35174|Then she seized the hand of Alcibiades' own daughter, and 35174|smiling she said, "Alas for thee! poor imp of an airy 35174|heart, the man is like a fool." 35174|"Alas," said Alcibiades, "how long will thy sadness be? If it 35174|was pleasure to live under our roof, and to be with good men 35174|and meddle with games and dances? Do not keep the house out of 35174|sounding, and the house out of which you are forced to go 35174|away at first; you can but be taught by cricket and 35174|calls, and the music of time can delight no man,--like 35174|the sound of the sea and the wind." 35174|Anchises then sent his soul into his bosom with words like 35174|this: 35174|"My dear nurse, I have not yet given thee the number of 35174|thre hundred youths, to play theShowman and drive away the 35174|mules from the city. One and all are so strong that they 35174|know well to carry their mules with them. I have shown 35174|all their exploits in this shining ladder; now, they that 35174|live by my care are so loth to go back to ======================================== SAMPLE 38 ======================================== |Than she who saw and saw, before. 26785|They were a band whose leaders sat 26785|In their bright wigwams opposite, 26785|The match of Helen; who, to please 26785|Their master's eye and mind, addressed 26785|This lady, and she hailed her guest. 26785|Out spoke the master of the lodge: 26785|'Go to, my honoured guest! t' enquire: 26785|'Tis well, I think, to box his box-- 26785|He hides it in his box--and smocks 26785|To see it glaring in the fire. 26785|'Tis well, I think, to go unswerv'd 26785|Before these guests by violence urged.' 26785|Thereat the master, overjoy'd, 26785|Felt his fair visage glowing hot, 26785|And thus to the astonished guests: 26785|'The wood is fire, so call it still, 26785|And so, my honoured friend, be still. 26785|'Then come, my honoured guest, be quick! 26785|The fire comes out: your fuel dark! 26785|For this, I know, will surely please 26785|Your master, if it thus serve good. 26785|'Here, here, beneath these spreading trees, 26785|I make a solemn vow: I will 26785|(If of the forest you are fain) 26785|Live savage in your leafy tent; 26785|Nor ever, dearest friends, forget 26785|Your master's home, nor think, regretless, 26785|The time when I no more shall see 26785|Your form and face, beloved, respected. 26785|And wherefore did you thus neglect 26785|Your humble votary? See her now, 26785|Lent likewise pensive heretofore 26785|To the proud remnants of the door, 26785|Moulder'd aside. Her chiefest care 26785|Is also seen to move these sylvan, 26785|And to disturb the silent scene 26785|Of the thick forest, fresh and green, 26785|As heretofore and now unseen, 26785|Bent over wandering lovers: 26785|For, since it is the hour of rest, 26785|Its guardian care I have in keeping. 26785|And what to you is property? 26785|Life, that is master of all other life, 26785|That is delight to me and my wife, 26785|Who needs what other women have; 26785|That other's doings; those to shun 26785|(That is to say, for lack of means 26785|For which they lack not scope in marriage) 26785|Who have such a wife, so fair, and fine, 26785|I may not think these be not for their dower, 26785|For they shall know no sense of marriage. 26785|'Here, now, take the prime of these white bones, 26785|And in this ocean of sensations 26785|A third and last survivor goes, 26785|So much of manliness hath he, 26785|That he seems, for aught he is, to me. 26785|Since first I saw you in these soggy mists, 26785|And by mistake have not been moved 26785|Upon this mystery, from their lips, 26785|Until, grown desirous of your aid, 26785|To leave me now in the same stead, 26785|I, in departing, will not speak; 26785|Yet if I pardon you, perchance, 26785|May also pardon a heartless man.' 26785|He rose, and at his back upon the bank 26785|Of the long aisles, of all he pass'd, 26785|He found another, and, with curious eyes, 26785|Fix'd in a curious nook close by, 26785|Began to tell his story, which a few 26785|Can count from such a work. He wrote the truth, 26785|And from the heart that in his soul did lie 26785|No other proof than teardrops. Thereupon 26785|Bade he record the touching of the book. 26785|He said, 'I have record'd it often, 26785|That when my wife, the fair Miss Caraffa, 26785|Was ta'en ======================================== SAMPLE 39 ======================================== |And as the summer twilight, 34237|When the golden vinewood 34237|Strikes the silent midnight, 34237|Stands mute beside the brook, 34237|With a ghostly sense of the human heart 34237|Forgotten, yearning, sighing. 34237|I do remember how, long years ago, 34237|At the spring by the vistaed stream, 34237|I stood as 'neath the orchard, in the June, 34237|To the sound of the grass and the dream. 34237|I know the moss where the violets 34237|Quested the dew and the sun; 34237|The air above 'mong the orchards 34237|Murmuring ever of bees; 34237|And the heart that was filled with the music 34237|That came to the listening trees, 34237|While the bluebird's notes, as he piped again, 34237|Awoke the robin's golden throat; 34237|And the sound I heard, long years ago, 34237|Came through the wood and the dells, 34237|Bringing the sound of the violets 34237|And the perfume of dying wells. 34237|And the song I heard in the August dusk, 34237|In the August dusk by the lake, 34237|Was sweeter, from the full-leaved orchard, 34237|Than the sound of a happy brook, 34237|When it came to the school of my childhood, 34237|And to the school of the land, 34237|Oh my home of the woods, where the wild-flower 34237|Loses itself and dies! 34237|They give me back the old-time delight, 34237|The pleasant and the calm, 34237|When still the wind was blowing in the woods, 34237|And the children stood in the warm, glad school, 34237|And smiled as the dear lad asked. 34237|They give me back the pleasant book 34237|That gave my heart its fire, 34237|Those childish words, the constant brook, 34237|Those childish words, the tire; 34237|They made my soul to loiter!--Yes, 34237|They do, they make me blest!-- 34237|The rest of the household, and the rest 34237|Of the parents whose hearts were filled with care, 34237|And who were sad in their care! 34237|Their voices!--Yes, and they do-- 34237|'T was aye! 'T is aye! 'T is aye! 34237|And the dear friends, so dear to me, 34237|They still will live and die! 34237|I have not a moment now 34237|To forget when the morn is gray-- 34237|To be happy, and cherish so 34237|The rose that is on her way. 34237|The evening breezes blow, 34237|And the stars shine out to-day-- 34237|But I would not live in to-day, 34237|If I were as happy to stay! 34237|I hope that maybe one day, 34237|When all my work is done, 34237|My darling's coming away, 34237|To meet me in the sun; 34237|I hope that maybe I can see 34237|My Peggy's smile upon me. 34237|The evening wears an old, old gray, 34237|Which softly slants upon the way, 34237|Its shadows on the sunny day, 34237|Its shadows on the sunny day. 34237|O'er life, a sad, unwritten scroll, 34237|The words are like the gentle dove, 34237|That sails upon the nightly soul, 34237|Though none may read or hear reproof. 34237|And drooping o'er life's weary way, 34237|God grant the book may never end, 34237|The gentle words that cheer my way, 34237|The gentle words--they come to blend-- 34237|The tender words of comfort and of love, 34237|The kindly words--they come to bring me joy. 34237|I know not if my path shall be 34237|Through the world's wild, woeful wild; 34237|But I know that sometimes, in the night, 34237|The dark will come, with wild delights, 34237 ======================================== SAMPLE 40 ======================================== |To the low lute's wild note. 8187|Nor know, thou lover of the night, 8187|Tho' the blue morn should wreathe her bright 8187|All in a rosy mist, 8187|Till from her throne of aspen leaf, 8187|To shade thy soft descent 8187|Thy sleeping soul should flit like dreams! 8187|So--take her--(for her cheek is pale), 8187|Nor leave her wanton to the wail 8187|Of an unloved repose; 8187|For--if she be not of the best, 8187|And _one_ for all the lights, the feast, 8187|Wherein a look of love, a taste 8187|Of nature's heavenly dew, 8187|To others beauteous is not true! 8187|But if she be, as woman's vow, 8187|Of spirit, love, or sense, 8187|A tie to bind, or link, or vow, 8187|That love is not to her! 8187|But, if she be not of the best, 8187|With all the senses thrill'd 8187|Whose fancies tempt our soul to rest, 8187|Whose life-blood, in a single word, 8187|Would stain a single blade, 8187|That would be true, as the stars do, 8187|To the love that is not paid 8187|With the like vow, which you alone 8187|Have vow'd by a dead man's own, 8187|And given his soul to the same unknown 8187|That _you_ are _you_, alone? 8187|Now, while the stars of heaven and hell 8187|Flew o'er the land that she so well 8187|Could weave, with witching spell, 8187|From her bright web her blissful hair, 8187|And stole upon the sleeping air 8187|To make a dream of it too fair,-- 8187|Thyself hast done as much. 8187|And tho' for them thou'rt pledged to be, 8187|The meanest link in loveliest company 8187|Can bind, oh, no more, in her, 8187|Than 'tis to free thee thus,-- 8187|Yet, thou'rt not pledged to be as free? 8187|Then here's our knee-gift given, 8187|The lady of the Fiend, for whom 8187|We vow'd, ere the next moon but shone, 8187|In the old time, to seal our vow:-- 8187|Oh! that 'twere _not_ from thee 8187|That we should live to claim of thee 8187|The blood of men and dying too. 8187|I'll tell thee how my dream is quell'd; 8187|I've seen thee in thy pale young cheek, 8187|Thine eyes' dim light, thy locks all dank; 8187|But, tho' to dream in vain, we seek 8187|The depths of heaven, not there we look 8187|For the bright light that we had vow'd; 8187|Nor leave one spot to doubt 8187|The fond illusion,--yet--'twas but a dream! 8187|With the first dawn of day; as fair, and still, 8187|As when he left us; and _then_, dull and chill 8187|As his pale face is in hell, 8187|He left us--till, in mist and twilight, he 8187|Was lost to our attention--so his face 8187|Beams with the light that in his eye I chase, 8187|As, looking, I resume the passage through, 8187|And know that, tho' our eyes shall yet retain 8187|The earliest memories the mischief gain'd, 8187|Our smiles shall meet in vain. 8187|So farewell to the world! and farewell to the world, 8187|Which now draws nigh to men, 8187|Whose eyes are turn'd to clay; 8187|We welcome thee, so gentle, 8187|From the sunny clime of Greece, 8187|The smile of love and home; 8187|Our love, which gladden'd even 8187|The sorrows and the woes 8187|Which sorrow has in store, 8187|With thy ======================================== SAMPLE 41 ======================================== ." 1365|The Princess thanked her for her zeal and pride. 1365|Said Agatha, "I am here to offer thanks to thee, Penelope; 1365|she has been here since two and two are dead; that is, if not the 1365|one of her marriage with her." 1365|When the Prince heard this having, his face grew pale. His 1365|morning clothes he stood upon the upland, and drew forth a cloak 1365|the Princess would not have offended. The man suddenly rose, 1365|looked at her, and found her by the river, where he was going. 1365|The Prince sat by her side and took her hand. 1365|"The night is short," said Agatha; "the day is warm, and you can 1365|And, taking this poor woman's hand at her side, she asked him 1365|father of Menelaus, who had but a little daughter, and therefore 1365|bitterly answered, "Go at once and tell her to marry the man who 1365|has not come to woo her, and she is going to fetch and carry her 1365|towards the king." 1365|But the Prince, on hearing this, went up to Agatha and said 1365|"Take your hand and be ready, for it is ready, and we will 1365|have supper by the river, till one of the river-rides will have 1365|"Go to your mistress, and offer her a good one; for she is 1365|full of troubles; she will say, 'O my dear Agatha, I am come 1365|by my lost love, my dear child, from the land of the Herei-lands.' 1365|Tell me your love; who is it that will give to you the right to be 1365|no guest? We have been long together, and had taken our own 1365|own by the gold-laced river.' 1365|"So spake she, and Agatha answered, and his wise heart 1365|caught hold of her, and spake, saying: 'Do not try to go to the 1365|fishing, my dear child; be wary of a strange and evil counsel, 1365|for this is your own country, and it is your king who sent me 1365|by the might.' 1365|"Then answered the excellent Agatha, smiling and beaming 1365|words: 'I never did see one who was more brave than yourself; 1365|they say the sun dwells broader than the moon, and the sands 1365|swaller and stouter than the sea.' 1365|"But when the sun had disappeared, the sky, looking skywards, 1365|caught on the eastern bank, looked very far south.(2) 1365|"As he who prays to the Moon to give him the Great Bear, so thine 1365|"So spake the maiden, daughter of the king, that bore the 1365|white tress of the sea. He started with his tresses from its 1365|measured bow. She stretched her hand and took it up, and 1365|fell silent. 1365|"Night. The Moon was at its rest in the sky. The chariot 1365|refuses in the act of God. The night is falling, the 1365|squire awaits the dawn. They will hurry in at the dawn to 1365|the city, and they will carry home the vessels of the king 1365|from Troy. 1365|"Then Agatha, the greatest of the earth-born peoples, spoke 1365|to his sister, standing by the doorpost: 'Day is at its rest, 1365|still burns the candle, and still waits the gleaming of the 1365|torches behind the clouds. The day is fierce, and the wind 1365|blows even in its skin. I have no ships at sea to furnish, 1365|no servants to guide me to my own country, but my ships have gone 1365|home to serve among men.' 1365|"So spake he, and the other maidens laughed heartily. But 1365|Nausicaa, the fair goddess, smiled a little and spake to her 1365|sister: 'Will you lie, brother, even to the deathless gods 1365|that sleep in heaven, or will you put off your long and 1365| ======================================== SAMPLE 42 ======================================== ." 18500|Now, now let us make a grand history, 18500|The clap-trap--no king can surpass me: 18500|Auld Satan must hae frae the carcase 18500|The glaive fame that will fash him or stammer, 18500|Or else like a starn in the win'-- 18500|Then let us speak of THE grinned, 18500|Ilk wame in the core should stowl: 18500|Ye'll get up in LUSTY-B grinned, 18500|When ye've got the lip o' the fop. 18500|Ye ken wha are whiles to be seen, 18500|And what d'ye think o' the lad, 18500|When ye've got the lip o' the fop? 18500|Or, in YMt, wha's afraid o' a sot, 18500|And what can it ha' na cost, 18500|That win's the smile o' the fop? 18500|We can ha'e the glorious style, 18500|And we know a score, and we ken a'; 18500|Then think o' a cinder that's honest, 18500|That knocks at our een, and comes hame on us game, 18500|And brings us the chief muckle wean, 18500|Wha's gowden-appressed at the pleugh; 18500|Wha's aye gowpin' sair at the pleugh. 18500|Sic a life, in guid time ever, 18500|Will be a hairt an' a ribbon; 18500|And as rife's a reel, an' sae plenty whirly, 18500|That's to breed us muckle better - 18500|The games an' the sangs an' the races 18500|I hae spent among rank an' weighty; 18500|And now, or a' that be ae nightesday, 18500|The hairst-stane I'm cauld to shure ye. 18500|Forbye some new, uncommon weapons - 18500|Auld age brings many wrinkles; 18500|I started out in scientific voyces, 18500|Wi' parents bade me mak guid fellows, 18500|Whare gowans had their wills an' tushes, 18500|Whare crowns and shillings had their flushes; 18500|Whare ladies spent wi' greatest comforts, 18500|And stopped at mansions wi' my nectar, 18500|Whare gentlemen wi' close collars 18500|Did dawdle in my garden fabbies; 18500|Whare hunters fand their heads i' pillows, 18500|Whare hunters fand their heads i' livers, 18500|Whare ladies spent wi' meikle faces 18500|To dawdle in my garden fabbies:- 18500|I turned to them, and they did mind me, 18500|When they saw this my heart was kind me; 18500|They rails at me, they rails at me, 18500|Till sour it is wi' pints of brandy. 18500|Nane ever wi' second bairns cam in, 18500|When that they bred my heart wi' winnocks, 18500|When there they fand my burning hamsire, 18500|Whare three lairds' lands were cheaply dreffit; 18500|I was their slave, an' they were fools. 18500|An' cursed it a' for every ill, 18500|That drank the juice that made it shill. 18500|I curse the day I met my mither, 18500|Her kissin's to my spirit stalling: 18500|An' cursed the day I met my brother, 18500|His likeness cam' to my inherit: 18500|He's - Zem: an' he's - an' he's - an' he's - 18500|An' I maun leave my lane in the moors, 18500|A laddie's life is a' my own, 18500|An' I'll gie him a' to Sam Shore's. 18500|Our coachman John was of the wa', 18500|Aft on his last legs - he, it was, said, 18500|A feller had been whare we'd been ======================================== SAMPLE 43 ======================================== upon its crutches, 5184|On its coverings, therushes, 5184|This the ware that I had gathered, 5184|While it held the copper-belted, 5184|Broke the white-dressing milk-pail, 5184|Broke the handles of the cattle, 5184|At the dogs' feet I fell and 5184|Prone and helpless, cracked my water; 5184|Some one from the fields upset me, 5184|Some one from the sowing ground me, 5184|From the burning trees erected, 5184|And upset the flax in autumn. 5184|"Therefore I have left the flax-field, 5184|Left the field unharmed and hidden, 5184|As a bride that long has left you, 5184|Or shall I at length come onward 5184|To the cold and cheerless village, 5184|Where the people eat their substance, 5184|Where the cry of Wainamoinen 5184|Never ceases in the jarring, 5184|Shifting, falling, or diffusing, 5184|To the plains and hills and valleys, 5184|Changed and fashioned into vessels, 5184|Hundred-boards, a hundred-mice, 5184|Joined together firmly fastened, 5184|One above a hundred measures, 5184|And a thousand of the story. 5184|Songs I heard in Northland forests, 5184|In the glens and hills of dales, 5184|Where the timid hare kept singing, 5184|Songs I heard in Kalevala, 5184|And the mountain-ash made answer, 5184|Only whispered as the sweet-sang: 5184|'Woe to me, all joy of Pohja, 5184|For the wolf who is so gracious, 5184|For the hare with golden tresses, 5184|Woe to me, all joy of Lapland! 5184|Never will the snow-white virgin 5184|Milk the hazel as her young one, 5184|Follow where my herds are sower, 5184|To the distant woods and mountains. 5184|There the timid hare kept singing, 5184|There she hid away to listen, 5184|When the grouse had built her mansion, 5184|In the glen among the snow-fields; 5184|Carefully she built her snow-cane, 5184|Carefully erected still it, 5184|There to live and grow a hero, 5184|Beautiful as any hero, 5184|Never stoop to woo a maiden, 5184|Never sing her charming daughter, 5184|Though respected like the minstrel. 5184|"Never has Uvantolainen, 5184|Never has Uvantolainen 5184|On his strawberry made green for, 5184|On the sweetest corn in Summer, 5184|Like Uvantolainen's daughter, 5184|Like the far-famed maiden's daughter. 5184|Only grew it, as the cuckoo, 5184|Mavis of the golden grasshopper, 5184|Heard the song in days of summer, 5184|Heard the ballad of the blue-flower, 5184|Heard the ballad of the blue-flower. 5184|Only grew it, as the blue-flower, 5184|Frothing, foiling, beauteous sunshine, 5184|Filling all the glades and spaces, 5184|Where the knee of ocean bent him, 5184|Till at length the land and water, 5184|Reached the far-extending limit, 5184|Reely-stone beyond the farmyard. 5184|Thus was first the magic maiden 5184|Day by day and day by day by dayment, 5184|Till the evening sun descended; 5184|Till the evening of the third day; 5184|There she floated, to the westward, 5184|O'er the broad expanse of water, 5184|To the wondrous sea of Pohja, 5184|Then began her loquent fellow: 5184|'Light for light the pine-tree branches, 5184|Light for shade the tree-tops' borders, 5184|B Light for forest-covered thickets, 5184|Light ======================================== SAMPLE 44 ======================================== from the 2383|remontory in the court 2383|were absent, but to see in the church of 2383|Hosrahel, there it is well known, that when they both came 2383|there from Pimlicos, they were found the king of the 2383|seas, and had been brought thence with many other persons to 2383|their home. As it happened once when Boreas the 2383|wind forces and the weather is on the east, and the south 2383|whirls the dust, so Boreas at times changes the blast and 2383|draws it from the bearskin to bear the pelting of the wolf 2383|and the wild boar and making his furious cries, so this 2383|Nausicaa, bearing the women servants, gathered up the 2383|people together, and came from Pimlico, who, before they had 2383|gone, brought them home in a little way from the palace. And 2383|the king said to her, 'Nausicaa, daughter of Alcinous the 2383|king, thou hast come hither; truly it is thy wish to stay 2383|there with thee and win the grace of the gods, for all 2383|these things have an end. Stay here in the middle space, 2383|there to judge the case even with the consent of the powers of 2383|Zeus and the other immortals. I will give thee a woman, much 2383|and courteous, to thy king and queen, the same tale as is not 2383|said, such as was spoken by the king of the gods, in old 2383|young Odysseus that the gods were wont to give him, and to 2383|tell him all the story of the contending of the Danaans.' 2383|Then wise Telemachus answered her, saying: 'King, it may 2383|be a very difficult thing, if indeed it be indeed that 2383|this man would add a crime against himself. But come, 2383|bid Penelope the story to be plain and well told by the 2383|way, for she will not lay it open to the ears of her 2383|lord and his people, or would learn the whole truth. A 2383|fair young woman with a golden ewer was laden, and she 2383|drew a silver-studded sword, sharp and heavy, and beautiful 2383|ever in the midst. A steer she was in the morning, the largest 2383|daughter of that famous monarch, who was most renowned both 2383|in face and manners, in good bringing in cattle, and in the 2383|rich raiment, and in the battle with the heroes who had 2383|wounded at him, to the end that he might be the noblest 2383|among all the Danaans. Her daughter, the fair Briseis, was 2383|the first to speak of Ulysses. She was the most beautiful 2383|daughter of Icarius; she had beauty and grace and 2383|command, and she went round about everywhere in the company of 2383|men from islands afar, and had given them over to Penelope. 2383|There is a land at the head of Ulysses, {1} in Ithaca, {2} 2383|most fair of face. Now this is the island of the Leleges, 2383|most rich in fat fields, {3} but evil tongues are within it. 2383|With this she smote the fair Briseis apart, whereon the 2383|swineherd set her two flocks upon the sand, and there she fed 2383|and urged her on his way to the house of her shepherd. 2383|Thereupon the swineherd set her two flocks on either side 2383|to watch them from the flock; this made her heart work, for 2383|it was as a bird with four feet which he must either follow 2383|plough, or fasten him on the sharp short-grass. So she 2383|stayed there till the morning light; and now my heart 2383|woke from my swine and said, 'Ulysses, noble son of Laertes, 2383|leave me, and do not go up to the house of thy master. 2383|I am a beggar unable to come here; a beggar also, but I 2383|will tell thee all; he says it is but ======================================== SAMPLE 45 ======================================== from the tomb. 1211|The light has left the sea, the ship is in the bay, 1211|The tide is rising, but the stern is in the sea; 1211|There are two witnesses, the sword is in his hand, 1211|And he has spoken unto all, his seal is in his hand. 1211|Go, ship, and in four years you'll be the mate 1211|Of one that was your kinsman and your kinsman slain-- 1211|The first of all this company against the Fates, 1211|Is that you still will hold the land, and hold the main. 1211|And now go home. 1211|For ever let the sea 1211|Deal with all guilt in nature's justice; 1211|But man will meet the rudest with the rudest, 1211|And deal no more insult than does the billows' 1211|Before the wrath of the unnamed, unknown; 1211|And man will stand the rudest when the ships are at the 1211|best, 1211|And hold the sea to its utmost, but keep worship 1211|In darkness and mystery and faith from the end-- 1211|Yet stay and walk with us the while, as we go, 1211|The ghost of our fathers, the last of all the world-- 1211|The last of all its greatness, the pride of our pride, 1211|The wonder of the wayside, the desert, the sea, 1211|The earth--of their children--the sky--all hold the 1211|heart! 1211|Go, ship, and fare with us;--the spirit waits in 1211|the hall, 1211|For the fire that burnt in aforetime was kindled at 1211|We fare, and all is welcome for ever and aye, 1211|And the voice of our fathers is sweet as the sound of a bell: 1211|We are gone--we are going--we are going--we are 1211|there! 1211|Go, ship, and fare with us;--the goal we are going, 1211| afar! 1211|The sun is low in Capricorn, 1211|The sun is up in the sky, 1211|And so goes the world away. 1211|Ah, ship, ah, ship! ah, ship! 1211|And shall I ever depart 1211|From the old glad world and the throng 1211|That throng'd my householdager? 1211|My son, these days were wasted once 1211|Like wasted leaves on the sea; 1211|The sun is set in a sea-girt land 1211|Of desolation and death, 1211|And so, farewell to the old grey home, 1211|We part like guests at the gate. 1211|We have lived as we have lived, poor woman! 1211|We have known as we know'd the sea, 1211|Like islands afar in the distance, 1211|Whose faith I have never guessed; 1211|We have lived, as we have lived, poor woman, 1211|In the land of the stranger's breast. 1211|We have loved as we love, poor woman! 1211|We have kept the old home well, 1211|From robbers and robbers and robbers, 1211|In the manor of Domini. 1211|And now we have come back to die, 1211|Forgetting and moping and praying, 1211|And the King, and his people, and all 1211|Our mariners gone to the sea. 1211|Ah, ship, ah, ship, ah, ship! 1211|You will not wake again 1211|For the light of the new land of Tiré Algiers-- 1211|For the hills of the seas of Spain! 1211|But a hundred prayers are said 1211|For the hopes that we long for, 1211|And the sails of our good ships of Spain 1211|That rose on the wings of the wind; 1211|But a hundred prayers are said 1211|For the friends we long for, 1211|And the fires of our good ships of Spain 1211|That died on the wings of the wind. 1211|Ah, ship, ah, ship, ah, ship! 1211|Ah, ship, ah, ship! ah, ship! 1211|When death has set you free, 1211| ======================================== SAMPLE 46 ======================================== from the clouds, and through the silent air 34298|Lifted her voice of utterance, and said;-- 34298|The world was but the world--she spoke it first. 34298|With what a gentle answer, from the skies, 34298|Do you still hear my vow?-- 34298|The stars were lost if they were not your eyes 34298|Which caught for love of me the tearful light 34298|Which fell from heaven! 34298|And all this time we feared; all times we feared; 34298|Yet all through those old dreams our eyes were wet 34298|With tears, yet all through them--this longed-for vow 34298|Had not been broken by a look from me. 34298|The little face, with form of air, and brow 34298|And eyes that looked through love on her before, 34298|The face now showed me--was it love or vow? 34298|No look--no word, no touch, 34298|The heart was stilled, and stilled the words that spake. 34298|And then--and then the sun, who watched from far 34298|All that strange hour,--the bird whose chirp awoke 34298|The hush that lay upon the earth--the glade 34298|Where love-birds went,--the wood, the lonely shade 34298|When thoughts like these had longed to rise and brood 34298|With the strange wonder in their young eyes' light, 34298|And whispered that they waned no more to me 34298|Who saw no more than they who watched above 34298|The ruins, that frail phantoms have preserved, 34298|Still as the earth--the silent and pure air! 34298|I could have sworn the stars that shook the world 34298|As from a height, and flung a storm of schemes 34298|Like a vast maunder of the human mind, 34298|Were seen the more and more, till the great plan,-- 34298|The chain of night, at every breath, had grown 34298|Clouds of the moon-lit sea that clove its way, 34298|Lifting up light by the first ray alone-- 34298|With one star quivering--as it soared and shone-- 34298|And the great stars above--or was it love? 34298|No, from that hour 34298|The dreams flew quickening like the summer shower, 34298|That dies when the last shower steals on the heart 34298|The last cold raindrop; then fell on the bough 34298|And died, while the stars sang together, or part 34298|From the fair moon, with a great cry of woe, 34298|Like a young child who, on the breast of a mother, 34298|Trembles with the great cry of mother to breast, 34298|And so stands trembling, trembling--so stood the knight, 34298|And the whole world grows young, and the world and the knight. 34298|I, wandering there, where the world-old dreams abide, 34298|Have sought you both, as I have found you now; 34298|And I would bind them up as you have tied, 34298|In the red seal of a deathless vow, 34298|The fetters that the soul of man hath made, 34298|And set them free--our freedom and your name-- 34298|What answer could I give, what claim 34298|Could I deny?--when, from the darkling brow 34298|Of some dark cloud, the fiery light of day 34298|Burns on the vale, and the wild night dies away. 34298|And in the sky--where never passion grew, 34298|Where never memory shone for all but you-- 34298|On the lone grave, the last, the least of all-- 34298|I have found only you, and you, and me. 34298|But had I wings to take and winds like you, 34298|This morn I'd set you on the sunlit plain, 34298|Then might I sing of you and live again, 34298|And give you youth to walk on earth again, 34298|And breathe the name of dead youth's dying day, 34298|Its last of life, its latest of the fight-- 34298|Yours was it then--its close, its nearness, yours, 34298|And yours through these, mine only, yours alone-- 34 ======================================== SAMPLE 47 ======================================== 1|And on, and on, and ever on, 37155|With never a sound of a single jay, 37155|With never a clink of the minnow sway, 37155|And a few faint words, from our strumptuous gray, 37155|In their wither'd rattles and their dirge. 37155|I have made the most of my time and moods and moods 37155|Well knowing that day's eminence is good. 37155|I cannot see the sun and the ways that are blind. 37155|I have heard the spring howlings of birds, the sea 37155|Dashing a river's bed; I have heard the tide 37155|Slip seaward like a squirrel--and know again 37155|That there is neither tide, 37155|Thrust ashore on the sands in a lazy old boat 37155|That flick in the sun. I have heard it cry 37155|From the shore, and seen it flow, 37155|Till the day died, and the day was high, and the night was high, 37155|And the sound of song, and the surge, and the fall, 37155|And the light on the shore, and my own, and all 37155|That I have lived for ever, and heard 37155|Even the song, and the world, and the word, and the call, 37155|Shall sound to me. 37155|I have taken my day, my hope, and am gone, 37155|And the world, the world is gone, 37155|But my beating heart, like my heart, goes home 37155|To my rest in the old town. 37155|The night wind sings and sings to-night; 37155|The tide is in the sea, 37155|The wind in the white sands. 37155|The sea draws up his hair and sings 37155|And whistles merrily 37155|With his little singing-shearing hems, 37155|And the salt, salt sands. 37155|I hear him toss, I hear him roar, 37155|I touch his hair to see, 37155|I press his body to my knees, 37155|And follow, follow me. 37155|He sings of a thousand things that be-- 37155|Flowers, trees, and fields, and the sea, 37155|Till his singing grows both strong to me, 37155|And his strains grow sweet to me. 37155|I hear him sing of all that be, 37155|Of everything that he can say; 37155|Of things that have been but sorry to me, 37155|And cannot be, or are to-day. 37155|I hear him sing of all that he can say, 37155|And even the best that he can say, 37155|But the sweetest and the merriest he can say,-- 37155|A shadow of the night. I stray. 37155|I gather the last of his singing 37155|Down under a garland of flowers-- 37155|The last of his singing-sheaves. 37155|And when I look again at him 37155|With eyes that do weep, 37155|I hear it, "My love! My love!" 37155|And he answers, "She's past!" 37155|The sea comes and graws on my nethermost rocks... 37155|In a dawin' when dark in the sea, 37155|A-wavin' an' whistlin' an' singing, that's true; 37155|An' it rains an' it rains on the wind, 37155|An' it rinneth an' rinneth an' rinneth, 37155|As gwineter blaws that I smell. 37155|When I'm up an' go down to your han's for to go, 37155|I go up an' rinn on the sea, 37155|I'm drownded wi' fear at the fear o' your hair, 37155|An' you'd fancy to listen to me! 37155|Then you'd fancy to hear her a-spavin' your ears, 37155|An' you'd fancy to hear her a-spavin' your ears, 37155|An' you'd fancy to hear her a-spavin' your hair, 37155|An' you'd fancy to hear her a-spavin' your hair, 37155|An ======================================== SAMPLE 48 ======================================== of a woman's tears 40379|When the Lord lay black and grim! 40379|Then they gave us all the power 40379|To carry a message to the Lord, 40379|For them to give, and unto Him 40379|To set the world a song. 40379|What's the news, and why you're here 40379|To catch a new-born hope? 40379|The sun may shine, the rain may fall, 40379|But nothing more can cure 40379|Our tears of grief, our hopes of peace. 40379|No more, for all our travail pang, 40379|May sorrow's voice assail; 40379|Yet, God, we will a full release 40379|From pain's adversity. 40379|For us no joys we yet can pay, 40379|No griefs that will remain, 40379|No fears that might, though black and gray, 40379|Turn our best songs to pain. 40379|"Wherefore, wherefore!"--A wicked song 40379|That never sang aloud, 40379|A song so terribly full of hate, 40379|Of hate and scorn and doubt. 40379|"We'll follow where no shadow lies 40379|Where sorrow whispers low, 40379|And never seek to hold its hate; 40379|For us no joys shall flow." 40379|So here's a song for the Old World Song, 40379|That never went astray 40379|But only sung, sung upward long, 40379|And never reached its close. 40379|But, it still sings, as it was wont, 40379|And will forever bind 40379|The words of the Old World Song to the New 40379|As though they were not blind. 40379|"Wherefore, wherefore!"--Oh tones so dull, 40379|So harp discordantly, 40379|That they should seem for the years to come - 40379|To wander with us then! 40379|Is it the old home song we sing? 40379|Or the old home tune, 40379|That never will ring again? 40379|Not you! "Wherefore, wherefore?" 40379|When we have laid aside 40379|The glory and freshness to our days, 40379|And gone from our own self, to win 40379|The world anew once more, 40379|This is not the tune to wake the world, 40379|As we have played before! 40379|Is it the old home song we sing? 40379|Or the old home tune, 40379|That ever through the ages rang, 40379|A golden thread from the old days gone 40379|Across the seas forlorn, 40379|That still rings on forevermore 40379|The old home song we sing? 40379|Is it the old home song we sing, 40379|Or the old home tune 40379|We all in our life's far years have heard, 40379|From the old days and the new, 40379|From the days that we were told such long, 40379|Come back from the past to the old home time, 40379|Come back to the old home time! 40379|A man of sorrow and of sin 40379|Poured out his soul in vain. 40379|They saw him perish once by sin 40379|And all that once he had. 40379|His tears came flowing like the rain. 40379|And now, as the base cause dies, 40379|They wiped his face and smiled. 40379|They laid him in the midst of scorn - 40379|They gave his body and smiled. 40379|For never soul so proud and free 40379|Could smile into that grave. 40379|"Why hast thou given this man of mine 40379|This bitter gift of death? 40379|"And if he live to save thee now, 40379|Thy heart shall surely beat. 40379|"Beneath this mask of flesh and bone, 40379|O noble badge of strife, 40379|Say what thou wilt, and fare thee well 40379|Whate'er thou please, and spare!" 40379|And then he rose with a shriek of pain, 40379|And writhed into the room 40379|His spirit, like the parchment down 40379|Its icy inner bloom. 40379|Then said ======================================== SAMPLE 49 ======================================== ! and your names, that are still sounding! 12242|I have the honor to be bound to you; 12242|They wait for my return! You know it! 12242|WILLIAM BYRD. (In A Shoe of Eaves, Book. VI.) 12390|I have found the way, and very curious; 12390|I have come to the door, and, in all the streets, 12390|Be familiar with any one's name; and these 12390|Have never been like other people's children; 12390|And if any one did, we should have all 12390|The goodly tree that gives us pleasant fruits, 12390|Or the large field that nourishes us now. 12390|I heard a bird say 12390|And 12390|I have a bird called, 12390|I know a bird! 12390|I know a bird! 12390|And I have a bird called, 12390|All of my heart's blood, 12390|And my life is like a little flower. 12390|I'll cherish him all day, and keep him in sight 12390|Of the tall lofty tree, and the great hill, 12390|And the great sea, for ever; and when the sun sinks, 12390|And night comes on, he'll think of me as I lie 12390|Beneath the great green tree, and hear far off; 12390|And I will think of him as he sits by me, 12390|The valiant sea-gull, I the marvellous sea, 12390|And the great sea, and what I shall say then! 12390|I have known only a few of my men, 12390|These forty years; 12390|But I have not been a day 12390|In the great green world. 12390|I am the middle of all the world 12390|Of mountains; and my heart was like a sponge, 12390|That grows upon the water; and all my ships 12390|Were spread abroad on the other side of the sea. 12390|I opened my windows all night and saw them, 12390|Sightless, but all too many, and I am so blind; 12390|And the sun smiles, when the breath of the sea comes from them, 12390|As I look at the others, and I see the stars, 12390|Not less than I; and I see them, the waves, the darkness, 12390|And the grey sea, and think of me as I look. 12390|I am the middle of all the world, 12390|My eyes are very large, 12390|And life is like a sponge in the sea. 12390|I see them sometimes, close beside the sea 12390|And sometimes they creep by the shore; 12390|And sometimes all my ships come up to me, 12390|And I sit on the beach and watch them grow, 12390|And watch them at their work; sometimes my ships 12390|Are like great, friendly, friendly pieces of salt, 12390|And I, too, in their courses fret against me; 12390|And I pass onward in a land of sand, 12390|Where all the ships come back. 12390|I have been glad of all at even 12390|When I have told the tale; 12390|I have been sulky, longing for some new play, 12390|And learned to wear a flannel shirt. 12390|Now I am old. My fathers and my friends, 12390|My fame drifts like a stream. 12390|And I am nothing but a wind, 12390|Which blows from the sea, and dies at last 12390|Like a blown garment. So it comes to me, 12390|And my ships sail toward the coast; 12390|And my old men sail across the bar, 12390|And my ships sail beyond the Sound; 12390|And my old men sail across the sea. 12390|My name is Youth, -- I wrote a song in my youth 12390|When the world grew troubled and lonely among the deserts of men, 12390|I sent my messengers across the desert to seek, 12390|To carry with them plunder, plunder everywhere, -- 12390|And their keys commanded poverty and a burning brow. 12390|They opened the door of their house, and with evil sound 12390|They breasted the secret sea, and went ashore on the sands. ======================================== SAMPLE 50 ======================================== ! O let me not believe 27591|My deepest heart is troubled yet 27591|With that appalling mystery 27591|Which doth my heart unheeded carry, 27591|And which I seek, and cannot tell! 27591|And, oh! that pitiless farewell, 27591|Which cannot bear the thought of pain! 27591|Ah! my life is full of sorrow, 27591|Full of bitter pain and never. 27591|I am restless still and fearful, 27591|Striving to meet my fate unspoken, 27591|And still the hope, the purpose, whence it came, 27591|And when my heart is at the same, 27591|I call it by its name. 27591|And still, the struggle onward goes; 27591|Its wounds are healed, and all its woes; 27591|And ever and anon it throws 27591|A balm upon the pang it knows 27591|Of some unguessed despair, 27591|Which sits upon her pallid calm, 27591|To soothe her dying throbs, 27591|And will so end her life, as she 27591|Doth perish utterly. 27591|I must confess, for much I miss 27591|My share of immortality, 27591|Of immortality. 27591|I knew, for me, that in my day 27591|I was the man who stood apart, 27591|And held my hand in welcome; 27591|But, ere one transient gleam had gone, 27591|Another throbbing throbbing beat 27591|Within my heart beat time-like: 27591|For, long ere I had well begun, 27591|A yearning pain within me woke, 27591|And ere a word I spoke, methought 27591|Was answered by another word, 27591|Which said: "You have been meek and meek, 27591|And I have lived for you alone, 27591|Ere from your soul I fled; 27591|But I have been so stern, so stern, 27591|As to remind you of the past, 27591|Whose anguish-writhing limbs, unshorn, 27591|My soul, unsoftened, having yearned, 27591|Has yearned for longer life. 27591|Why do your hands of death give way 27591|Before your heart, before mine eye? 27591|If you could see, with all your might, 27591|What might have been? 27591|I would pursue, and would not die, 27591|But would not live, who knows why. 27591|"I would pursue, and would not die, 27591|But would not live, who knows why." 27591|The second time this dying look 27591|Into my heart's last place did float, 27591|I saw a body slowly crawl, 27591|A headless trunk upon the wall, 27591|That writhed and quaked with every fall. 27591|And now I saw it was alive, 27591|And would not die, who knows why. 27591|A strange face and a fearful thought, 27591|A pallor on the look it wore, 27591|A look that made my life distraught, 27591|A tear-drop on the look it wore, 27591|An agony that made me mad, 27591|That I knew not what power there were. 27591|And yet I saw it was not there, 27591|And yet it was not there. 27591|And yet, when all this hope and fear 27591|Went withering, even I knew right, 27591|And straightway, as the morning wore, 27591|I knew that I had fled from there, 27591|A pallor on the look I wore, 27591|A look that made my life a snare. 27591|And still it was not there. 27591|I know, by these words in the sky, 27591|As I sit by the death-dark grave 27591|I know not what power there was, 27591|Or the force that made me slave, 27591|Is the curse of change in the spirit's range, 27591|The curse of change in the human shape, 27591|The curse of life in the vital breath, 27591|And the curse of pain in the vital breath. 27591|And then we are only ======================================== SAMPLE 51 ======================================== ; in a hollow 6652|Hollowed room and gloomy walls. 6652|Thick puddled piled beams and grim 6652|Futurity of mouldering walls. 6652|Thick-set in panelled doors that blocks 6652|The darkness for a moment clear, 6652|Like some black cross, or phantom flaps 6652|Its skeleton on the wall again-- 6652|The phantom with a black mask 6652|Of whitewashed walls and jagged stone 6652|Soars up and drives them forward alone. 6652|The shadow is a living thing, 6652|Hither and thither it flies, 6652|In front of the far window-ring, 6652|And throws itself on the sun-dried skies 6652|And then sinks back, its track is lost, 6652|And the moon peers through the window pane 6652|Toward shadowless, on blackened pane, 6652|And then is gone in the ancient way; 6652|By its shadow vague and blind 6652|Through the shadows it flies unmoistened, 6652|And the shadow that it has left behind 6652|Is the ghost of a thin, dead wraith.-- 6652|It crosses the long, white road it is, 6652|Hailed as a thing of stone by some 6652|Great master divine whose great eyes see 6652|The mystery and strength and mystery. 6652|At the edge of a far purple valley, where the moon 6652|Like a black fungus lamp half-lighted, shines 6652|Among the dark pines that seem the blood 6652|Of some mad queen, it glows and shines 6652|With a warm glamor that thrills and thrills 6652|And thrills and thrills the fierce wild vines 6652|That watch its glow, and its pallid snakes 6652|Volumpen with a goblin shine. 6652|Its body is as white and warm 6652|As fleshless as a corpse, and lo! 6652|It crouches dripping under the weight 6652|Of night's cold drapery and its chill 6652|Contending, as if breathing hot 6652|And stiffened limbs within its frame. 6652|The blackened roots dart up and sway 6652|To feel the cold, dead livid light 6652|That makes the night of the passing day 6652|Slant downward from their livid death. 6652|Like a poor man stretched out in dark, 6652|He knows not why, and a blank glare 6652|That quivering glooms around his piteous 6652|And horrible presence there 6652|Stills all the quiet street beneath. 6652|And the wind sighs through the dripping trees, 6652|And howls the wind through the withered leaves, 6652|But howling, moaning, and moaning, 6652|The rain of the pumiced branches makes 6652|A sound like the wind's out-blown breath. 6652|And the rain, moaning through its shrouds, 6652|Watches the sullen clouds outspread, 6652|Like a hideous gaunt of the dead, 6652|And shuddering, as if nothing dread 6652|Had ere made out the ravenous sheen 6652|That lies in the valley below.-- 6652|The rain, moaning through its shrouds, 6652|Is the wind o'er the shivered leaves, 6652|Or eddy of the riven trees. 6652|It hangs like a black fungus dead, 6652|With sickle and whin and moan, 6652|And the black drops suck the blood 6652|As the black blood drips down and down 6652|The wet roots of the trampled ground; 6652|It hangs like a black fungus there, 6652|That sludders and stoops and crawls 6652|With a raucous and sickening flare, 6652|As if to send forth a cry. 6652|Or the shadow, hiding the eye, 6652|Gapes at the blackened roots of the trees, 6652|And wriggles, and twists, and struts, 6652|And writhes, and blisters through the breeze. 6652|The rain, like a madman's brain, 6652|Thickens, and it hangs, and rolls, 6652|In the streaming mist of ======================================== SAMPLE 52 ======================================== , 1030|And with such specious skill, 1030|He would give the rascal's bill 1030|For a Christmas tete-a-tete. 1030|And this as a sum: 1030|He would not so much as know 1030|That a Christmas sleigh ne'er pay 1030|For a Christmas tete-a-tete-a. 1030|"But he does not look as you must know 1030|This Christmas is past, 1030|And he knows it is very well 1030|With the rest of the good old year, 1030|And therefore as sure as a good old sleigh 1030|Another season takes, 1030|His name is on a frosty day 1030|Under the snowdrifts in St. Domingo. 1030|In my time he has so much to say 1030|Of me as he is, and so good-good-like 1030|He makes all kinds of gills by half, 1030|And that he wishes to make one drop 1030|From out his blood in the St. Martin's Bay, 1030|And thus he keeps the stock from failing him 1030|That was his stock in the St. Martin's Bay. 1030|"Then up next morn he comes, in scarlet gown, 1030|To be made into sport with all the town; 1030|And, being asked as a question, how 1030|He knows that he knows that he knows full well 1030|That some one's stock is stuff to sell, 1030|And that's how in the Bay State 1030|He has a fair new stock one day 1030|From the fine old stock of St. Clement's Bay. 1030|"No more of him! in the Bay State 1030|He is equaled by what's caught now by fate; 1030|And in a fair town-house that's 1030|New to the stock of St. Nicholas' 1030|Is a fine old house in the St. Martin's Bay." 1030|"There's a new school and a new school, 1030|For all things give the owner one rule; 1030|But here's an heir still of good stock, 1030|Who wishes he knows that he knows _now_: 1030|The man whom none of you knows 1030|Is the least real goose that ever was fed, 1030|Which you'll find when you have a new bed." 1030|"I'll do what you think, Sir, as you think." 1030|"Why, that makes you all over go ask, 1030|For 'twill be on the ninth day and the first sick, 1030|When the folk in the Bay' 1030|Say they've found them a nest, and are snug, 1030|In all sorts of places that's out of the head." 1030|"Why, that's the trouble, Master," said his master, 1030|"Why, you know where the Jackassid 's. 1030|For a new sheet-note or a pair of shoes, 1030|As I mean, it gives many thanks for those." 1030|"No," said the lawyer, "I'm going back to the Bay State." 1030|"But, no, as you say, no one dare look down 1030|On this here gathering for a cheerful round; 1030|And I fancy you're going to sell a new feather 1030|For the nest you know, which you are going to wear 1030|When you think to mend it in the Bay'l Bay." 1030|This made them all wonder that the Jackass was drown'd. 1030|"He does. But I'll just see how safe he may be," 1030|The lawyer said. "I don't mind. I guess you're his own." 1030|"But, then," they said, "we're going back to court, 1030|And, as to this here gathering, we'll all get free." 1030|"Now, all that we like, then, have you seen Mr. Flood?" 1030|"Oh, well, we can stay, boys, if we should. We can stay," 1030|The lawyer said. "He's going to be our very old man." 1030|"Do you know? Well then. Well, I know. I'm your own man, 1030| ======================================== SAMPLE 53 ======================================== and he, the good, the fair, 30795|He hath woven all things fair; 30795|Pleasant life he did them bring; 30795|Pleasant love he bare thee in his care, 30795|As he taught thee, lovely thing!" 30795|"Call me not a maid, I am fair and good; 30795|By all the lore her eyes have power to hide, 30795|I come to claim thee for my fairest child: 30795|From my breast my life is freed, 'tis thine to hide; 30795|Though the day-star dims the flower it bore, 30795|My cup of beauty shall be filled no more." 30795|"Nay, nay, not so! for I am come to claim 30795|What thou askest--there is joy in thine embrace: 30795|I have had my joy in dreams of thee and not in aim; 30795|I am thine--I am thine--thine--a treasure in my case." 30795|"But why, O cruel one! have I done this thing? 30795|So long as life be sweet, so long as kisses bring? 30795|Shall I not hold thee with my hands, as well as now, 30795|For golden dreams that never can my heart subdue?" 30795|"Nay, I have put a dream to shame! Now, beautiful one, 30795|My dream is thine; my dream of thee and not of one: 30795|So long as the heart's sweet longing fills the cup, 30795|Be it but brief as are the kisses that I bring; 30795|And the soul saddens not as a moment passes by; 30795|But each to each, and neither has he taken part; 30795|And e'en as friend, he knows, he holds it with his heart!" 30795|This is a bitter thing: 30795|To set thy hand on mine, 30795|To kneel before his face, 30795|And say, "My love is great, 30795|My dream is passing strange-- 30795|My lover is not like a dove; 30795|I am so small and love, 30795|I have no wish to move." 30795|And so I rise to die, 30795|And straightway from my bed 30795|I rise to die: 30795|Ah, that was little sleep 30795|But love, my heart's delight-- 30795|What other thing should I see 30795|But tears, my woe? 30795|The thought of it is vain-- 30795|All other things are vain; 30795|There is no rest for me, 30795|There is no way for me, 30795|And yet I would not say 30795|"I loved thee, O my God!" 30795|"O love, my friend, my friend!" 30795|"Though from my heart you send 30795|Love that was never kind, 30795|Love still comes back, like snow, 30795|Across the hill and bend 30795|To give your heart its due, 30795|Yet you, if you could see 30795|As from a fairy tree," 30795|"Love could not make me cold, 30795|He could not hurt my soul, 30795|Nor make me fit to live 30795|In aught but love to give." 30795|"Love could not break my heart 30795|That Love could not destroy, 30795|And yet I would not break 30795|Your thoughts in words like these, 30795|But only could not break 30795|Your heart in dreams to please." 30795|So I must live to-day, 30795|To-morrow, must to-morrow hide, 30795|To-morrow let me say 30795|"But if I found this way 30795|I should not see Love good, 30795|Being strong, being wise, 30795|Who loved me, should I rise 30795|To love and be my wife?" 30795|Alas! it is not so-- 30795|Alas! I can but groan, 30795|And I must seek my bow 30795|And drink the cup I poured 30795|To-night at break of day, 30795|"And I will never bow 30795|Or look so proud and high, 30795| ======================================== SAMPLE 54 ======================================== and all the best. 34752|The day comes when it brings 34752|Joy to our hearts again; 34752|It brings those moments of gladness and of tears, 34752|Joy to our hearts again. 34752|The hour comes to us when it brings 34752|Peace to our soul again; 34752|It brings a hope that ne'er shall be denied, 34752|And bids us, if we will, we will abide, 34752|And walk with those we love. 34752|The day comes not for any one, 34752|But waits some sunny hour, 34752|When thoughts of her may wander far 34752|And bring her home in power. 34752|The day comes not for any one, 34752|But waits some sunny hour; 34752|She hears her love-song in the world, 34752|And longs to take its tune. 34752|And day comes not for any one, 34752|But waits some sunny hour; 34752|She holds her heart within her hands, 34752|And longs to take that hand; 34752|Her hopes there be, but not her joys, 34752|And never yet can be; 34752|And day comes not for any one, 34752|But waits some sunny hour. 34752|The day comes not for any one, 34752|But gives her heart anew; 34752|She sees her love in every look, 34752|And answers, "Oh, be true!" 34752|O may I in the deserts live, 34752|Or on dry land enjoy my ease, 34752|Where plenty grows, or where poor men, 34752|There toil, nor ever cease! 34752|Comrades, if you please, 34752|Have leave to take the hindmost gales, 34752|To fan the flame 34752|Or hum the grain, 34752|Or lay to earth the unboiled grain, 34752|That from the German fleet shall pass, 34752|And from the Briton fleet receive, 34752|Through valleys dark, 34752|A path to seek, 34752|Where neither bark 34752|Nor plough shall break, 34752|Or tempest beat, 34752|Where neither tempest nor disease 34752|Shall ever reach us or decease, 34752|No, nor the least seed 34752|Of the unconquerable Mind, 34752|Or the untutored heart! 34752|I have lived, I exist; my powers have been 34752|At a law beyond its limits here, 34752|On a road beyond, 34752|On a road beyond! 34752|I have lived, I exist; my spirit's wings 34752|Are strong upon me, with its links and bars, 34752|On a road beyond; 34752|On a road that goes 34752|Beyond thy lands. 34752|On a road that leads 34752|To some other world, 34752|Where through the dim enchanted lands 34752|We journey on. 34752|But I have been 34752|Through this world of strife, 34752|On a road that leads 34752|To other lands. 34752|So I have stood 34752|On a road that leads 34752|To other lands. 34752|Through the dim enchanted lands 34752|I have journeyed on. 34752|On a road that's trod 34752|By the borders of the world, 34752|I have travelled far 34752|Through the realms of Thought, 34752|On a road that is 34752|By a river flowing in. 34752|But I have been 34752|By that river's banks, 34752|Where in ambush lie 34752|Dreams and halcyons, 34752|Dreams and halcyons. 34752|On a road that runs 34752|Through the forests dark and keen, 34752|I have looked in vain 34752|On a road that has 34752|No clue to discern. 34752|But its banks have no name, 34752|But a name of mine; 34752|On the road that runs 34752|Through the fields of thought I have stood alone, 34752|And listened to sounds, which, though all unseen, 34752|In secret might sound most mysterious and keen. 34752|Yet, as ======================================== SAMPLE 55 ======================================== --I am tired of life, to-day, 32335|And almost wish that I were dead. 32335|I think these weak words hurt you. Still 32335|If I could only die to-day, 32335|I think the pain would take away 32335|The strength that I was used to. 32335|My love, my dear love and my dear, 32335|What would avail us twain? 32335|The only pang, the jest, the smart, 32335|The jest that hurts are vain: 32335|O kill me if you can, 32335|I die by bidding you good-night. 32335|Our lives, my love and I, 32335|Will meet again, 32335|When on those wastes we be 32335|Folded and still. 32335|So still and sweet and fair, 32335|So calm and sweet, 32335|You'll find us safely there, 32335|And meet us meet. 32335|Dear joys, that thus agree, 32335|Make music when we be: 32335|We're only frail and free-- 32335|O, we must have to be 32335|Lost and cast down and free! 32335|My love, my dear, my dear, 32335|It will not go away 32335|Until we meet, my dear, 32335|Even you may stay! 32335|For I am weary of my chain, 32335|And very weak of will; 32335|I would not have thee chain again, 32335|Or any other way. 32335|Why should I sing of other songs 32335|That I may miss so long? 32335|I'd miss thee on the road once long, 32335|And long it makes me wailing now; 32335|But I am weary of my pain, 32335|And of my heavy heart so weary, 32335|That I can never find release 32335|From this dull lethargic's pressure. 32335|My love, my dear, why should I sing 32335|Of other songs that I may sing? 32335|For I am weary of them so, 32335|And long I feel the weight of woe, 32335|And long I feel that they will bear 32335|Me in another husband's care. 32335|I do not love thee when alone, 32335|Thy faithful heart, when troubles come, 32335|I feel a comfort ever flown 32335|O'er many a troubled day like this. 32335|I do not love thee when alone, 32335|Thy bitter griefs, thy bitter tears; 32335|Oh, then I know that thou art flown, 32335|Thy bitter woes, thy darkened fears. 32335|I know a quiet life, my dear; 32335|The grave can hold one waking eye, 32335|And love may fall in many an hour 32335|To gladden some one through the cry. 32335|I know a quiet life, my dear, 32335|Though spent and dark and deep, my own; 32335|And why should I fear love, or fear, 32335|Who have known sorrow and have known joy? 32335|I fear to think of other hearts, 32335|Left now, and parted so from thee, 32335|Too filled with long-forgotten pangs, 32335|And hopeless hearts that could not see. 32335|I know a quiet life, my dear, 32335|Its joys and sorrows to control, 32335|With no more sorrow or despair, 32335|Than will the other's doleful lot, 32335|And the dark future's hopeless bar, 32335|That heeds not what his griefs may say, 32335|Or doth some hope, that griefs may shun, 32335|But heeds not what they may attain; 32335|So I, your brother, will remain, 32335|Until my tears themselves shall fall. 32335|My love, my love, the while I look 32335|Upon thy face upon this scroll, 32335|And see that even as I look 32335|Thy shadow is but a shadow small. 32335|My love, my love, oh, say it not, 32335|Thy memory brings thou me nigh; 32335|How beautiful the memory is, 32335|To see thy face ======================================== SAMPLE 56 ======================================== ? Why, it is not that I am to blame 37804|With that worst word. 37804|O I know well 37804|All that I seek against thee, I know well 37804|Thou art my brother and my brother; thou 37804|Hast come of noble birth, a prince of old, 37804|Whose name 37804|Is called of Justice, and I hold 37804|Her very image, the soul of thy love. 37804|Thy word and thy look are my own word and deed, 37804|My very thought is our one thought, our two 37804|Humble brother, and thy look is my thought, 37804|And the two ever are one with me, my weed 37804|And flower, and I, thy flower and root, am a pair 37804|And close to the roots, and thou art more than I 37804|And thou art sweet as any flower that is, 37804|And my heart is my life, not my heart, nor I 37804|May ever know what they are, whether they be 37804|Or whether thou art lovelier than I. 37804|O my love, my lover and my own lover, 37804|My heart and hour forever, 37804|Wherefore, why art thou idle? 37804|For love thou art only a fool, 37804|And my heart was never so weary 37804|As I went from thy side, 37804|From the white wall of the garden 37804|Where my love lay at thy feet, 37804|From the fragrant flowers of the garden, 37804|From the founts of the plain 37804|Where the moonbeams slumber in the valley 37804|Where my love lies slain. 37804|I know well that thou art false to me, 37804|That thy love and thy heart 37804|Were forged to be fetters unto thee, 37804|I could never live with thee 37804|Till I could love thee, darling, 37804|Till I could love thee, my own. 37804|I know so little a thing I must dare 37804|Even for the love of a fool. 37804|I thought it a pleasant thing 37804|To go laughing alone, 37804|But now the stars have come again, 37804|And I feel like a stone. 37804|The dawn is up, the sun is still, 37804|The birds are on the wing, 37804|Under this rose-wreathed branch I lie 37804|And dream of things I shall never see,-- 37804|A dream that is a thing. 37804|The snow lies deep upon the heather, 37804|The rifted snow is laid away, 37804|And all night long I hear the gacking weather 37804|And all night long I lay and say: 37804|"I say, my love, I say to thee, 37804|Now that the day's gone by, 37804|And that thou waitest for my love, 37804|Now that the rain is dry, 37804|And that thou seekest for my love, 37804|Now that the frost is nigh, 37804|Make ready for the morn; 37804|And I will bring thee where he lies, 37804|Lying so still and white. 37804|"I will bring thee my wedding gown, 37804|The wedding gown of red; 37804|I will bring thee my wedding gown 37804|Of roses and the rose's red; 37804|And I will give thee my wedding gown 37804|Of roses and the rose's red." 37804|The sun is shining in the west, 37804|The wind is blowing fresh and shrill, 37804|The stream is running stately by, 37804|And the white sails flutter all the while. 37804|And all the waves are white as snow, 37804|And all the waves are blue as wine, 37804|And all the sea is green as wine, 37804|And all the waves are bright as wine. 37804|"And all the sea is white as white, 37804|And all the waves are bright as wine," 37804|The wind is singing through the night, 37804|"Now that the sun is gone from sight, 37804|And that the sea is darkened by, 37804|I bid good-bye." 37804|The ======================================== SAMPLE 57 ======================================== here in Rome the hero's name 35991|Must be derived or never found. 35991|How can you know that men still dream 35991|Of which the poets dream, 35991|With dulled and wearied eyes 35991|Look round them and despise 35991|The world, just so does love. 35991|But this world also needs a man 35991|Not with all dreams forsooth: 35991|No hero in his age, alas, 35991|Whose heart is brave, whose heart is glad, 35991|Whose spirit free be free, 35991|Who in the years he's not a lad 35991|Has not a soul for laughter or bedside, 35991|But, like a poor man, finds too soon 35991|Its wealth of dreams at the best. 35991|How proud he is of an olden day, 35991|The olden day at last, when all is still. 35991|I saw him once, in the last sunset, 35991|A portrait of old comrades 35991|As if an angel, shining 35991|With fire and gold and colours, 35991|Had come to lead them, knowing 35991|The place she occupied when 35991|She had no heart to borrow 35991|From one of her old sorrow. 35991|He had come, and with her 35991|He had been working cheerful, 35991|And on the day when first 35991|She had come in her sorrow. 35991|But I should like to borrow 35991|The letters of the night, 35991|And be at night to-morrow. 35991|For the memory of a day 35991|Makes me feel that I was not too well. 35991|It is a season of dark defeat 35991|When one has always been to do the right, 35991|And always keeps the victory sweet 35991|As the winds do when the East is drear. 35991|A bitter hour ago I sat alone, 35991|My thoughts were busy with the past's advice, 35991|And when I did not wish to linger, 35991|It was to give back time to write it when 35991|I had not strength enough to write it, but 35991|To give a moment's pleasure. Much there was. 35991|I wanted more to say, 35991|As I had heard them say. 35991|I thought I could not find any one 35991|To live so long alone, 35991|But not enough to feel, if soul could know. 35991|I thought the world a morning place 35991|Whereon I sought to hide; 35991|I sometimes needed for a thought my own; 35991|I found no window-blind, 35991|Or thought I did not need 35991|To see a painted bird or known 35991|To stand so firm and pliant. 35991|But though I knew what was the secret, 35991|My thoughts were busy with colored fire, 35991|And I had found the empty room 35991|Through which I looked, not knowing 35991|If my heart failed to find out 35991|The light in which my thoughts came home 35991|And made me mad to know 35991|That if I had not said what, 35991|And if I did not know. 35991|And if I had not found one thing 35991|That I had not, for in each place, 35991|It seemed as if I saw a king 35991|And never knew his face. 35991|And then to think of it was all 35991|As if its face had been to me 35991|That once it had been known to be 35991|A royal palace, standing there, 35991|To tell me I might have it in, 35991|Though I had longed to see it then. 35991|At first I thought what I had thought-- 35991|That I should mean to keep my mind: 35991|It seemed that I had seen, 35991|All day, whatever had gone by 35 ======================================== SAMPLE 58 ======================================== ! 38566|And if you will 38566|Still be the slave 38566|To his own self 38566|And from that hour 38566|He will escape 38566|The curse 38566|And share his fate. 38566|The wind blew loud at Martinique, 38566|His old friend shut the door; 38566|He'd better have to go 38566|And stay abroad 38566|Than join his friends 38566|And stay here, 38566|While he did out. 38566|But when we came to Martinique, 38566|The whole assembly stood 38566|A still and solemn solemn union. 38566|With steady eyes that looked 38566|Like stars upon the seas; 38566|With steady steps that brought 38566|The evening close; 38566|With still and solemn breath, 38566|His lips were closed, 38566|His head rested erect, 38566|His handiwork 38566|His chair took up and spoke 38566|In a low voice-- 38566|"We're friends to-day, 38566|And you will understand us. 38566|We love you better than all men; 38566|Our hearts are more than the dead." 38566|"Nay, friends, but talk, 38566|It's right you teach us. 38566|Besides, we've learnt to play before you 38566|What any man should do. 38566|We're mostly friends. 38566|We're mostly friends. 38566|For you see that we always say good things; 38566|But when I came, you thought you sent to England. 38566|There is no way to say good words. You say you sent to England. 38566|You have no word to say, not any thing you say, not if you only 38566|taught me how to say, but if you saw what you tried, you said you 38566|they were to teach me when you thought you sent to England. 38566|You are our friend as ever, and our captain. 38566|But when you speak to us, we do not mind; what can we say? 38566|When we are silent, we do not mind. 38566|You teach us how to show ourselves, but you've no words to say 38566|that we know. 38566|We love you better than all men. 38566|We know you would not give us love to hear you say, not understand, 38566|But we would have you know how to lay hands upon our hands and 38566|kisses our knees. 38566|We love you better than all men. 38566|For you see we love you as the trees are the sun and the shade of 38566|our God; and our souls feel heaven. 38566|That is what we see. 38566|The soul of you and death is not what we love. 38566|Our lives are the same way you are, and we are eternal. 38566|Your graves are not where we are. 38566|When we have grown too old 38566|To lay hands on you, we grow too old. 38566|You should lie down with the leaves of our ancient friendship. 38566|We would leave both together and follow you under our roof of 38566|our pride, and we should stand too late, and you be too late. 38566|We are not all time in the world; we are not a-need of your 38566|eyes and our hands. 38566|We are not satisfied: we are not satisfied. 38566|We are a-dreaming together and we are never satisfied. 38566|The world is full of life and God is fully satisfied. 38566|There are two roads that lead to heaven. 38566|He said to me: "Tell me now, 38566|When you meet with your friends in that trouble?" 38566|"How long ago, 38566|And who has come from the farther side? 38566|We have asked for the gold." 38566|"Ah, how long ago," cried the other, 38566|"And what have you been doing there?" 38566|"They have passed for the future. We see; but they come in 38566|the night. They must needs get away. 38566|"And we cannot be sure that their friends have forgotten the 38566|"Ah, no; the one thing that we do is that we are ======================================== SAMPLE 59 ======================================== . 42299|Nor were there wanting vows from me 42299|O'er which I might have lived to see 42299|My own true friend, or known to be 42299|The friend of you. But let me say, 42299|The past met never, I'm afraid, 42299|In this my course I thought to be 42299|A friend of my own age. 42299|And now to you, my friends, I learn, 42299|I'm not to be a stranger; earn 42299|What good may come, and when return 42299|I'll get you, please you, at our fire. 42299|_Sir Jeffery._ Well, I must say my prayers; 42299|I'm all to own this tale of yours; 42299|I wish I would the tale relate; 42299|But if I can the truth relate, 42299|As full to you of all who're kind, 42299|Who thus have made me, for your mind, 42299|A true and kindly part, 42299|Your friends are all of one degree 42299|So harsh and harsh, in my good part, 42299|I'm quite as jealous of your heart, 42299|As all your kindred seek for here, 42299|And all the world might wish to see 42299|What might be right or wrong, 42299|But that would prove a better way 42299|As much as it is right and wrong, 42299|And so, in all due good intent 42299|Upon your ends and interests, 42299|To me most plainly and effect, 42299|I must make plain and right your faith. 42299|Then please, with all my zeal and zeal, 42299|Receive this simple truth as proof 42299|That I have acted unawares 42299|I love the good, the brave, the wise, 42299|And therefore be to you inclined. 42299|_Maj. Andre._ This is the way the good depend. 42299|_Maj. Andre._ To tell what to your friend, 42299|I pray your counsel I attend; 42299|And if you say one thought is best, 42299|And if we've done our best, 'tis best; 42299|_Ambo._ I know you've made a pretty joke, 42299|And thus to all our friends you spoke: 42299|You've done your best without a doubt, } 42299|And yet the truth appears to doubt, } 42299|And with the good you may depend, } 42299|They've done their best without your friend. } 42299|_Ambo._ I know they've done their worst, 42299|And yet you would not seem to doubt it, 42299|But I'll be gone and said my say 42299|That your firm valor you've tried to sway 42299|By just right that you've now tried your will, 42299|With just right that you now must fulfil 42299|With just right that you now can do, 42299|And so do all that you can do, 42299|And so do as you've done before 42299|And so do all you now can say, 42299|I've done in all you've tried to say, 42299|By which I've proved your sterling worth, 42299|And now with this I do my best, 42299|To do your best, and that is best, 42299|To do the best that you can do, 42299|And so do all that you can say 42299|That's right and proper to obey, 42299|And so do all that you can do, 42299|And so do all that's said and done, 42299|You may have been as great as you, 42299|And yet I'm quite afraid to swear 42299|That you have done yourself to bear; 42299|By which it is you have been humbled, 42299|By which you have been so humbled 42299|That you could not have been humble. 42299|For I'm prepared to say my say 42299|I was for sale, and that is good, 42299|For now you see you have nought to do ======================================== SAMPLE 60 ======================================== ; 1279|An' aye some callans, "Look upon 'em, lad, 1279|I've sent you 'longside of your courtesy; 1279|See, some are handsome, some are dirty, 1279|But where they're got they always find 'em." 1279|I've sent 'em, lots, some words are needless; 1279|Now when they're got they seldom find 'em; 1279|You'd think a man could hear them charm'd so, 1279|'Tis just like giving him the cholech O'Blo. 1279|Now for the sake of what's been said to you, 1279|I'll try to make a pretty short o' it, Sir; 1279|And now for my fifth word, I pray excuse it, 1279|If this will satisfy your friend sincerely, 1279|I've sent you two letters, bless'd with ink and paper, 1279|From which you never could your image see; 1279|Now surely you must be a better neuter, 1279|And read them o'er in every line and letter; 1279|And if you'll only have them at your back, 1279|I fear you won't be angry with your noddle. 1279|What! fame eternal? then you will ne'er think on't, 1279|Since you've been fairly mistook for a minute; 1279|Still, tho' your honour's gone, and tho' your wit 1279|Be hafflins giv'n you'll ne'er think on it. 1279|Ye poets, three or four, I pray you write, 1279|And this same token take for me to keep, 1279|Since in my travels I have heard you indorse, 1279|I've got no other (though of late he be asleep); 1279|The like of him, as you shall hear by far, 1279|Is past, that man of yours, for whom 'tis hard to please; 1279|The like of him, his wages and his fees, 1279|(For to say truth, I've oft been very ill) 1279|To pay his chaise and get him into ease. 1279|Your licence here, I beg, I must forbear; 1279|Such cases rarely can be borne by me, 1279|Inform'd by you, I want your honour clear, 1279|And with a good old cause I will comply. 1279|The young of late saw Heaven's eternal King, 1279|Black, but in colour like the violet; 1279|The fair, with roses and with lilies crowned, 1279|The impassion'd dove, the doehan's sport, 1279|And all the little children of the court, 1279|The courtiers strutting in their robes of state, 1279|The bishop's chair, the poet's humble rhyme, 1279|And all the flourishing courtiers of the time. 1279|Come, then, my friends! who, sporting in a ring, 1279|Would do me honour to my country dear; 1279|In good old times, the world would be the thing, 1279|As I have now been girt by knights so clear, 1279|And to bestow it in a case of thing, 1279|A pretty playmate of Queen Mary's year. 1279|Then let us all, in good old times, agree, 1279|Who have as much as Horace and as Gay, 1279|As there are several more about him, who 1279|Will last for ever without care or strife; 1279|And when he's gone away, let him be with you 1279|And I with you, like Horace and like Gay, 1279|Or like as Puss, as you are, at our ball, 1279|With that same husband of our youth and blood, 1279|Whose name in our hearts animates all shame, 1279|And whose surname is Fear, whose infamy 1279|Sticks down all honour, honour, fame and name. 1279|Come, let us all, whom in good fortune hurl'd 1279|From good old times, pass muffling in despair, 1279|And slowly tread their native paths of fame, 1279|Where the same footsteps, treading heels of care, 1279|Shall mark the places of eternal tread, 1279|When, led by your bright locks, I ======================================== SAMPLE 61 ======================================== _, or _Dana_, or _Sydney_, or _Stentor_, 33686|_Lord_, or _Triumviri_, or _Dulci_; 33686|Or _Triumviri_, or _Triumviri_; 33686|Or in _Alban_ or _Orpheus_ happy 33686|_Here_, as elsewhere, or in _Orpheus_ quiet. 33686|Or to _G----, or _G---- his friend_, who, when 33686|_Hags_ the next day, and in the next the sun, 33686|Ascends again, with gladdening thoughts on one, 33686|And, far or near, seems, in a glorious strife, 33686|To win, to triumph, and to gain, the life. 33686|Or to _Cr----y Proserpine_, or _T----_ owe 33686|The _AEthiopians_, who, in _Autumn Poets_, know 33686|A _leopard_, and _Forerunning_ mane _with_ snows; 33686|Or _Peribine_, and _Tyrants_ (who _prove_, 33686|The _serpent-garlands_, and, beneath the _tomb,_ 33686|_O'er the last Day of the preceding Doom_) 33686|Which at thine age, unhappy man, shall know, 33686|At whose last term of years our dust shall be, 33686|And not receive the sun; whose dawning gave 33686|To light us up, in whose last morn we died. 33686|--But thou, who wert a hero in the end, 33686|And art (for fear) a Hero in thy need, 33686|And hadst thine eye the sum of years to spend, 33686|And we, to whom thy worth aspired of greed, 33686|Should prove to others just the path to fame, 33686|For just proportions _Magnus_ drew, 33686|And, the just measure of thy deeds in story, 33686|Might have been just the measure of our story. 33686|When, haply going, didst thou leave thy home, 33686|To seek some favour in the fields of Troy, 33686|There (for the rest must home-ward come as come?) 33686|Would thy great mother find it hard to roam 33686|With her first messmate on some distant shore; 33686|Or find some favour in the god of Rome; 33686|Or find some tattered furrowed field of wheat, 33686|Like the first cuckoo-thatch that once was there, 33686|Placed it within thy reach, and, on the stone 33686|And in the field, cast it, for passers-by, 33686|Leaving no name nor record of the day; 33686|For it had been thy lot from year to year 33686|To bid men sow with eager ears a clear 33686|Untutored grain, if haply so it might 33686|Make sick's requital or make amorous rite; 33686|And so thou gavest it, and with what disdain 33686|Gavest it back again thy own domain, 33686|And reared the measure of thy life in vain. 33686|For life and death alike are past and gone, 33686|The golden Summer, the green Summer gone, 33686|The grey Summer, the red Rose, 33686|The white Eternity: 33686|But thou, the thunder-bearer, and all the song-hours long, 33686|Ages, and ages, and all the lyric blithe, 33686|Echoing round, aye, and forever throng 33686|The rich, fantastic with a thousand tongues; 33686|And yet the Song has but a minor key, 33686|And the fair Earth must answer, though, ere long, 33686|The silver-throated words, a signal, a signal, a song. 33686|O mighty brother, thou who gavest to me 33686|Theseships, that bear a burden of mischance 33686|Upon thy sunward march, as, bearing on 33686|To Italy their light and primal dance, 33686|I saw men tug at oars to the old miracle 33686|Of Life, the sturdy, un ======================================== SAMPLE 62 ======================================== . 3545|The _Caledonian_ Sisters_, for the true, the sacred _Deer_ 3545|The Phrygian, the proud Tyrinth, the opossessing _Lotus_, 3545|_Priest_, _Priest_, stands a full godhead, high among his peers. 3545|And yet he stood but with a look, and stood upon the bier. 3545|In both the Prophet's hands and prophet's face, 3545|The high-souled hero stood: 3545|His look was a firm faithfulness, 3545|His mind a high-souled confidence; 3545|He said, "I hear, and I understand 3545|The mighty God-in-Hand." 3545|And thus he prayed, "O Father, grant 3545|A glimpse of Proteus' word: 3545|The written word is Thine-- 3545|"I am God, and I have nothing heard!" 3545|The prophet bowed his head: 3545|His hand averted not. 3545|The man's face in the clear dark showed 3545|A terrible, bitter look; 3545|His eyes glanced as they looked, 3545|His own speech was like a prophet's look. 3545|"I pray to God, to lift 3545|The ponderous God of Fate! 3545|To break the word that I have heard!" 3545|The prophet bowed his head: 3545|"I cannot wait, for surely, soon, 3545|Shall we be like men's: at last, 3545|We shall come in the awful hour 3545|When Death has locked our heaven." 3545|The sea broke up on the sands, 3545|The surf broke out on the sands, 3545|And the wind shuddered and lifted his hands, 3545|And the bright waters leaped on their sands. 3545|But the sea's face, it mourned on the sands, 3545|It wept on the mirror of Time, 3545|As it smiles on the faces of men 3545|Who visit with us the springs of the clime: 3545|"I hear, I hear! and I understand--" 3545|The prophet bowed his head; 3545|"I hear, I hear! and I understand 3545|The words of the sea," he said. 3545|We have known the sorrows of men, 3545|The sorrows of women and men, 3545|The sorrows of men, and the scar 3545|Of the arrows that bless them and mar, 3545|And the ships that shall save them, and then 3545|To the land of their chairs and their prayers, 3545|And back into the land of their cares. 3545|It is night; 3545|The sea sleepeth on, 3545|Kneeling on his knees; and he weeps; 3545|"I would do my best for thee 3545|If it were not for thee!" 3545|In the sea of sleep it is not for thee, 3545|In the wave of sleep it is not for thee; 3545|And the world hath need of thee, O sea, 3545|Of thy wind and tide: 3545|But the storms that lash the sea 3545|Are beating down thy side. 3545|Over the waters it dineth low, 3545|For it hath a sound that maketh me mad; 3545|And it hath a voice that taketh me mad, 3545|And it hath a voice that hurteth me more, 3545|And it hath a song of thee, 3545|And it sayeth, "Drink of this little love, 3545|And of this little flame; on its ashes be fed 3545|As a little life, on thy waters be fed; 3545|And thou, O Sun, rise up and kiss me, 3545|Until I shall have full requitted thee!" 3545|I have a name of Note, the golden 3545|Winged word of wing 3545|That cleaves the skies 3545|And layeth them to the blast. 3545|In the grey twilight it comes, and says, 3545|"My name, I come to thee alone. 3545|"I am the one thou hast, who--who--who 3545|For me didst venture down ======================================== SAMPLE 63 ======================================== ] etc. 22142|"Gie me ae man that's fair and free, 22142|And lea'e me for my father dear; 22142|Gie me a hame that's far awa, 22142|And I 'll be aye a bonnie lad." 22142|"For weel ye ken what a' my men are, 22142|And weel be care to gie it me, 22142|But yet, though life is a' sae dreid, 22142|Dowie still to mak us a' sae free." 22142|I was down to theekin water, 22142|I was wi' my hame on a rig, 22142|I was wi' my hame on a rig-stowit laid, 22142|I was wi' my hame on a rig. 22142|When I was down, &c. 22142|When I was down, &c. 22142|I was wauf't at a' but ane, 22142|I was wauf't at a' but ane, 22142|I was dozin' the house amang men, 22142|I was na wrang'd of my hame. 22142|I was clepit in, &c. 22142|I wad na been in for ane, 22142|I was daur'd to forsake my hame 22142|And wander about till I did a'ame, 22142|Until I met wi' a her lang yellow hair, 22142|That stood like the bucket it fell down fair. 22142|I was wauf't at a' but ane, 22142|I was naked ane but ane, 22142|I was naked ane but ane, &c. 22142|When I was down, &c. 22142|When I was down, &c. 22142|But though I was braid in my gown 22142|I was thrasht wi' the fear that I saw, 22142|I was harder baith neebours nor owse 22142|Than I cam' back abune my hame. 22142|I was whiles blamed as the loon, 22142|I was gaun as a loon, 22142|I was gaun as a baudrons frae men 22142|That wadna hae been awa'! 22142|Lanely I sat wi' a kirk gude willow; 22142|I was stern needs put on, 22142|I was sicker yet thowless to gie me 22142|My willow, bairn and its bairn. 22142|I will beda' for my schoold, 22142|Tak my bonny wee wifie; 22142|Gin she cam' back again, she'll no return 22142|Hae then aye the thocht' a toom? 22142|I will gie my rocken sma' back, 22142|Tak my bonny wee wifie; 22142|I will shaw my hill and brae, 22142|I will hie me to my luve. 22142|I will set me down by kirk and knowe what you think; 22142|I will hie me to Johnnie, I will hie me to jail; 22142|I will sair for the sake o' young Johnnie, he lo'es dear; 22142|And I will gang doun whar Johnnie should be. 22142|He lo'es very weel, and I lo'e very much; 22142|I would he were here with my Johnnie o' Johnnie's son! 22142|He lo'es very weel, &c. 22142|His bonnet is blue, and his heft is sma' black, 22142|And his e'e is the burnie that's tipp'd on the brae; 22142|He is a' gane aye a wee, a wee birdie for wae; 22142|And I will gang doun whar Johnnie should be. 22142|He lo'es very weel, &c. 22142|Ae auld wife best canna live 22142|A heart that lo'es her best, 22142|If, jo, she gae ae crowdie 22142|For sic ======================================== SAMPLE 64 ======================================== away, 2620|And be glad as the lark 2620|When the skies are clear; 2620|And send forth a breeze of love 2620|As of wings to our bark, 2620|And away with a joyous song 2620|As of streams in our ears, 2620|And away with a joyous tune 2620|As of birds in the spheres, 2620|And away with a joyous tune 2620|As of voices in trees, 2620|As of swans in the summer time 2620|When the grass is green 2620|And the air is keen, 2620|And the leaves are young-- 2620|Then away with a song of praise 2620|As of flowers in Maytime 2620|All the sunny days! 2620|O beautiful, gentle, and clear, 2620|Illimitable and strong! 2620|How you tower'd in your place, 2620|How you fed your flock in the shade, 2620|How you fed your lambs in the heat! 2620|Is it fun to be here? 2620|Will you be here when the weather is clear, 2620|When it pelters the lark? 2620|Here are bowers of sweetest delight, 2620|And woodland bowers; 2620|Here's the meadow with its fresh silver flowers, 2620|And the rose in its thorny nest; 2620|There are beechen bowers, 2620|And the sweetest scents and the sweetest hours 2620|With which she loves to repose. 2620|O sweet, sweet, etc. 2620|Here's the hill with its crest and its stars, 2620|And the little brook with its rocking so drear; 2620|Here's the rose on its breast-- 2620|O the sweet, sweet, etc. 2620|Here's a path to the wilderness drear, 2620|Where the heron is never so drear; 2620|Here's the valley all cover'd with snows 2620|Till its shoes are worn thin and are parched up here; 2620|Here is tunnel and well; 2620|Here is a pit; 2620|And yonder a tunnel deep, 2620|And the oak whence the cataract leaps to the deep. 2620|Here is thabbling and lying, 2620|And never a thought but good fun to the fun; 2620|When once through the night, 2620|Through the sleep-time soft 2620|And the good-night morn 2620|Comes a voice sweet and shrill 2620|From the long-ago. 2620|Now we gladly take 2620|What's always best; 2620|What's always just; 2620|Think not we forget 2620|Some trivial task,-- 2620|Strive not to dissipate 2620|Sad superstition's dread,-- 2620|For lo! there's a light 2620|In the firelight, 2620|And a sound of cheer, 2620|From the chimney-top. 2620|"How delicious," say the bells, "to blow 2620|The morning incense; cooling when we dwell, 2620|To tinge each hill with rose, and purple hue." 2620|And then they give us pleasant meats and rest, 2620|With silken hose and gaiters well attired; 2620|And many a beef, of course, and struttings made, 2620|From which we sometimes take the self-same third inspired; 2620|These are the hills, those are the peaceful plains, 2620|Where happy people never far from home 2620|Behold the rising of the Almighty's breath. 2620|Earth's joyous shepherds, dwellers in the vales, 2620|And the green fields, that waving to the sun, 2620|Bow, as they did their heads beneath the tread 2620|Of armed men on holydays begun; 2620|There is a holier minaret they claim, 2620|Where they can simple lives and health enjoy; 2620|There is a sphere of peace and joyous song, 2620|Where joys eternal as in heaven are born; 2620|For then the world shall be no more forlorn, 2620|Till a new Zion shall be call'd to move ======================================== SAMPLE 65 ======================================== . 43271|Pope, who is among the first handist of critics, who was also 43271|Pope, who is among the second handist of critics-- 43271|by whom that class is swallowed up in the second-- 43271|P. Who is among the firstfeet; who is among the second; 43271|We, whose first opinion is the care 43271|Of wisdom, and of love; whose end is peace, 43271|To make our noisy years seem years in plenty; 43271|Who sometimes thinketh only we are crazed 43271|By too much lying--let us cease, and cease. 43271|Wisely, not lightly, art thou still a foe: 43271|For fools to trust, or men to trust betray; 43271|If things are so, thy fouler parts to show, 43271|Why trust them not, and love, not love but play. 43271|Fond, subtle, sly, and fond in worldly thought, 43271|Thou, when the true thing is, we know not; 43271|And art, forsooth, too cunning to be caught 43271|By too much lying--let us cease, and cease. 43271|What, though some thousand pounds of gold I give, 43271|To buy thy soul to buy thy heart to live? 43271|Prythee, I'll love, do prythee, love no more 43271|Than cruel man! to buy one heart to store. 43271|To pay thyself a thousand thousand fold, 43271|Is this thy purpose, Christ? If so men call, 43271|Damning subserves, or mercy to implore, 43271|Thy soul's more treasure then ten thousand more. 43271|To pay thyself one thousand leagues behind 43271|Are nothing--let it be seven years to find. 43271|To pay thyself a thousand leagues behind 43271|Is this, if thou art one, eight thousand pound. 43271|Nay, if thy will be done, so have thy way, 43271|And all thy martyrdom shall pass away. 43271|To pay thyself one million leagues behind 43271|Is this, if thou art one, eight hundred pound. 43271|Waters (ah! yes, if so indeed thou art) 43271|Are burning; and bright flames are burning; these 43271|Have naught; and so the price of what was thine, 43271|Mankind, in that great price, are not too great. 43271|Go, therefore, loving fools, go, loving men, 43271|And kill the children! that one hour conspires 43271|To get them heaven, and God, with better fires: 43271|What then, pray God? 43271|Thou, like a coward, 43271|Some day will prove thyself a Titan too, 43271|And get them souls to heaven, before thy view. 43271|And that this means death, 43271|'Tis death to kill, and death the mind to leave; 43271|Which comes to some heroical man like thee, 43271|And offers up his life 'twill drive him hence. 43271|What then? 'Tis life! death's second course to take; 43271|To die, but first, to live, we lose the stake; 43271|And so great odds are gain'd they'll leave us still, 43271|The death we yield, not obtain what we kill. 43271|Then, while we die, can we our death delay? 43271|If so it be our lot be we resign, 43271|Then shall the fool's great judgment be to die. 43271|I have a doubt; not now unless the sense 43271|Of my heart's deep inmost core resolves to rise. 43271|The morning-lights once more I'll burn away, 43271|And change my dreams, because they tell me true 43271|What thou, nor yet, hast ask'd, nor canst deny 43271|My heart's sweet secret, when I find the way. 43271|The light of heaven is in thine eyes, my soul, 43271|And, like a flash of lightning, all the truth 43271|Is known, the truth thou speakest. Ah, the offence 43271|Was but in fault; and if it seem'd in thee 43271|'Twas ill. Hold up thy hands, pray! be not ======================================== SAMPLE 66 ======================================== , "It must be, after all, a mistake!" 3545|'Full women, in these days of ease, 3545|Who seek in man with thee for ease, 3545|And seek in vain for similes 3545|The summer to the Deity. 3545|Yet, when the winter nights grow cold, 3545|And cold comes round with frost and cold, 3545|Then, with the winter's mist and cold, 3545|This tiny thing of life unfold, 3545|With warmer love thy heart inspire, 3545|And cheer the slow dull winter's fire. 3545|Forbear, be just, be wise. 3545|This is the only truth they hold 3545|That Nature gives us--in her eye, 3545|The only art she can impart 3545|To save them from a world of ills, 3545|A grander world to quicken joy, 3545|To guide them toward a brighter clime, 3545|To learn to live and love and reign, 3545|To soften truth and tender love, 3545|To gild the pathway of the dove, 3545|To brighten death and life above; 3545|To make the humblest sea recoil 3545|And quench the lust of passion's war 3545|And bring the tempest of mankind, 3545|To dry the oak and rend the clod, 3545|The commonwealth, to bring new gods, 3545|To fright the towns and spread the plains, 3545|To quench the sparks of fire that burn 3545|From out the varying earth--a prize 3545|Whose price all other witnesses! 3545|Thus from the height of Nature's praise, 3545|If man should learn to stoop for shame; 3545|And, grateful for his highest gift, 3545|Bid generous nature stand the test; 3545|Forthwith, the future to begin, 3545|Man grows from man a second sin, 3545|And God the only way to make. 3545|Man grows from man a second sin, 3545|And God is God the only way, 3545|And man from God knows all that's done 3545|In him, and God from man, and man's grown just. 3545|The wretch, who makes himself my boast, 3545|Yet bids him on against my fate 3545|Bestow it on the humblest head 3545|Of creatures that do Heaven acclaim, 3545|And with the proudest praise of fame, 3545|Bestow it on him that dares condemn. 3545|Who loves the sacred altar less 3545|Must bend adoring at the feast 3545|Of some cathedral, and possess 3545|The wealth of that which is most dear. 3545|There let him sacrifice his soul 3545|In meek and lowly discipline, 3545|And hear the notes of Heaven's own psalm. 3545|The pomp of comets and the spoil 3545|Of priests and actors driven from thence, 3545|The sacramental wealth of soul 3545|That does its rich and chosen part 3545|In earthly forms of purest white, 3545|And, as 'tis given, may yet redeem 3545|The soul's most real, priceless boon; 3545|All else beneath the Almighty's hand, 3545|All else beneath the Almighty's eye, 3545|All else beneath the Almighty's eye. 3545|How often from our little Fair 3545|Of Life we caught the glowing air, 3545|And listened to the rooster's call 3545|Alarum bird and rolling tower; 3545|Or studied by his nurse's knee, 3545|As home the bashful Swain to see 3545|Mid his white school-house on the plain, 3545|The pupil of the Lord of Light 3545|I, in the inn of upper Night, 3545|Was taken in, by fire and sword, 3545|And from the Holy Father's board 3545|Waved sword and fire before my face 3545|The waving of my gilded wreath, 3545|The blended hues of dawn and eve, 3545|As under and above I sate 3545|And pondered on the coming fate, 3545|And now and then, at close of day, 3545|The wandering watchers on the ======================================== SAMPLE 67 ======================================== through the rain, 1852|And from his hands she drew 1852|A wreath,--for it had been 1852|Her hair had braided many a hem, 1852|For it was like a dream that died, 1852|And it was like the vision died. 1852|She felt her heart could not repress 1852|The passion of her earlyness; 1852|She knew what sadness in her lay, 1852|But it was like the vision gone, 1852|And like the dream that left her not. 1852|The tearful memories of the past 1852|Come, with the sorrow left upon 1852|A moment, like the silent tear, 1852|Fading away,--and, gone, are gone. 1852|And now, not knowing why or where, 1852|She gazes from the window there; 1852|She looks, but oh, so wondrous fair! 1852|Those heavenly beauties, that so bright 1852|Deck the old rooms, and leave their light 1852|Only to light the little door,-- 1852|Those fairy elves therein that dwell 1852|By us, the elves, that round her knell, 1852|Do sing and dance in heaven evermore! 1852|The sunset's gold and crimson glow, 1852|The incense of the rose and gold, 1852|The gorgeous, eglantine, and rue,-- 1852|She sees, but cannot understand, 1852|The little fairy elves that walk 1852|The gates of God, the gates of hell; 1852|She smiles, but cannot understand. 1852|Her hair blows free and silks is bright; 1852|She smiles because the world is gray; 1852|But ah, the world is gray with night! 1852|The sun has burned the last away; 1852|With night his flaming pathway lies; 1852|With night, forever grey and gray, 1852|She gropes through worlds and worlds to pray 1852|For that bright dawn across the skies. 1852|I hear the echo of her voice, 1852|I see her beauty seaward sweep 1852|The night-wind sighing in the trees, 1852|I hear, across the balmy deep, 1852|The music of her voice go by,-- 1852|Oh, for the dawn that o'er me lies! 1852|A little cloud like a bird in flight, 1852|Flutters in glee, 1852|And its joyous flight 1852|Athwart the heavens, 1852|And, fleeter than wind, 1852|Is white with mirth 1852|Than golden gleams 1852|Of sun-sparks and rose-buds, in the blue. 1852|The wind in the tree 1852|Touches the tulip-top, 1852|And up the road-road 1852|Of the forest-trees 1852|Where, with his crimson load 1852|Of fruit-scented thyme, 1852|He gallops and plies 1852|His frail uncertain way: 1852|Ah, then, and then, 1852|As if the wind 1852|Were one o' the blossoms, and the day 1852|A rapture of wonder and surprise; 1852|Ah, then, and then, 1852|A strange, strange ravishment 1852|Of wonder and ecstasy 1852|Will overbreathen all the earth, 1852|And love and light 1852|Start into life at sound 1852|Of that quaint melody 1852|Athwart the twilight's drowsy wreaths, 1852|As out of the distant copse,-- 1852|A cloud that floats 1852|And floats, 1852|And floats, 1852|And dies away 1852|In a ripple of wings, away 1852|To where, at morning's dawn, 1852|On lawny hills, in waters cool, 1852|He woos the red; 1852|And the rose that dies, 1852|On the pathway of the night, still plays 1852|Like a ghost in the light. 1852|Out of the shadow, out of the day, 1852|Where shadows fall, 1852|Falls the stream in a white-gloved way; ======================================== SAMPLE 68 ======================================== --a very beautiful form, 23972|With a beautiful face and a wonderful form. 23972|This is a wonderful face, it is grand; 23972|But I love the bright eyes, oh, I love the young hand! 23972|And the voice of my darling will ring in the ear, 23972|When I see her again in her dimpled sweet tears. 23972|I love her again; it is true: but its power 23972|Is as poor as the gossamer dropping her flower. 23972|In the June twilight, in the still June twilight, 23972|In the still noon, on the still late love-night. 23972|I love the still dream; it is beautiful yet; 23972|But the dream is a beautiful, beautiful light. 23972|In the June twilight, 23972|In the still evening, 23972|On the still summer night. 23972||I love the still dream; it is fair; 23972|But the dream is a beautiful, beautiful air. 23972|When love, the boyish pirate, came to town 23972|I knew not when he came to give me bread; 23972|But in far Eastern cities, when the birds 23972|Sang all around the sunny Uraniborg, 23972|He to my sail-house said: "O come to me!" 23972|And rosy grew the rosy from my hand, 23972|And when I looked in wonder on his eyes, 23972|I found all still amid the starry crowd, 23972|The laughter of the lad--my noisy crew-- 23972|And all my ship robes brush, when through the haze 23972|We glided to the salt-seen Tyrolean sea. 23972|O, beautiful and marvellous is it all! 23972|But when I knew he would return, I smiled: 23972|For, ever since the days of those young years, 23972|When my heart aches with all the weight of woe, 23972|I have been seeking for a higher port, 23972|A port in Scamander to the Tyroles, 23972|And there be many lands where I have been. 23972|O, beautiful and marvellous is it all! 23972|But when I knew he would return, I smiled: 23972|For, ever since the days of those young years, 23972|When my heart aches with all the weight of woe, 23972|I have been seeking for a better land, 23972|My first-born son--my beautiful bride. 23972|A tall man sat before his daughter, 23972|As tall and straight as hops, 23972|And each was wondrous fair; 23972|But O! of all the girls of Athens, 23972|That live beyond the sea, 23972|None ever had a thought of her, 23972|Nor one whose heart was free: 23972|Love looked at her with eyes of blue, 23972|And, oh, its light was very like! 23972|He would have thought to have her look 23972|At all the lovely boy's! 23972|Oh, beautiful and rare her color! 23972|It sparkled all with joy; 23972|But O! of all the boy's. 23972|He cried, "O, no! the thought is free; 23972|The thought of playing there!" 23972|And, joyous with a dance of words, 23972|Away he sped, and past; 23972|But when those dear ones left the tent, 23972|They found her sleeping fast. 23972|So all day long at Emsioy, 23972|Or at Poulter, where the sun 23972|Walks o'er the misty sea, 23972|While dusk is on the Italian hill, 23972|While all the rest are young, 23972|Dreaming of things that never die, 23972|Love makes me wish all day. 23972|I love him when I mention him 23972|Of gentle eyes, and gentle mien: 23972|And when he holds a mind to me 23972|Of tender form and gentle mien, 23972|In dreams I dream him oft, I see, 23972|His tender face, and tenderness, 23972|And all the love he gives me there 23972|Becomes my very heart, my dear. 23972 ======================================== SAMPLE 69 ======================================== 3238|The snowdrifts were like eyes that do not see 3238|What love's eyes look to. 3238|"O love," he cried, "such noble thoughts, the air 3238|Of youth and beauty, lure the light of day 3238|And love's young glory, when the day is fair-- 3238|When we are glad, love in his new-born way 3238|And he in you." 3238|So through the fields we went, 3238|With happy heart and glad, heart at ease, 3238|From early morn till close of afternoon, 3238|When the sun came and brought us trifle-streen, 3238|With a smell of earth; and the wind, that was keen, 3238|And there was faint smoke in the chimney below, 3238|And a little bird singing, and all day long 3238|The busy house chimed in from tireless work, 3238|And I was alone, and you, but I longed for you 3238|To give me something, and hear your praise, 3238|You whose broad breasts have pressed 3238|Many times on the earth my heart that is bound 3238|Breathed but to the wind's breath, 3238|Breathed but to the wind, 3238|And you, one with the sun, 3238|Willing from my room, though I came and thought not 3238|You were mine, but in your face I had caught the first 3238|Rise and go for the place where my soul looks for you. 3238|How long shall I wait there, to whom the wind and the weather 3238|Are never more heard or seen? for the flower hood that was 3238|your foot upon the grass is turned to a thread of silver. 3238|And after the rain, when the sun has made them one by one 3238|They are fed again and again, 3238|The roots of the flowers are withered and dried; 3238|The leaves are fallen and nothing is done 3238|But that dreary sighing 3238|And whispering, 3238|As the spring through the woods creeps and rustles and rustles 3238|about the garden. 3238|I am alone: 3238|I have come in a forest 3238|Of the earth to no other 3238|Than I can have of my being-- 3238|No further shelter 3238|But I feel in my heart the roots of an animal and the earth that 3238|I stand by the stream in a garden white 3238|And, leaning forward, soars above me, 3238|And under the water, 3238|And talking my prayer I answer, 3238|When I look in the sky and nothing more is seen but the shadow of 3238|a tree. 3238|I am alone: 3238|I have come in a forest 3238|Of the earth to no other 3238|Than I know at the hour, till you say that you are a god, 3238|And I am afraid. 3238|I am alone: 3238|But I have come out of the forest and the sun and the shadow, 3238|And a great god's fear rolls through my heart; 3238|And I know that he will straightway draw in the fire, and you 3238|will stand by and love me, 3238|And his god's fear set in my heart. 3238|Where my body lies on the grass, 3238|I heard a dryad's moaning cry: 3238|'O Pan! Pan! piping Pan! 3238|Who sings so sweetly and falls so low, 3238|Where can your piping sound and low, 3238|So clear and quiet from earth depart? 3238|O Pan! Pan! piping Pan! 3238|Who sings so well. 3238|Who has forgotten the piping wind? 3238|I will make wings for you, 3238|I will have peace for your wandering feet, 3238|I will gather balm for your heart's sore need, 3238|I will give you music for all winds of the earth, 3238|And a strong child's soul that leaps to the sun's rim 3238|In the green of the great black mountain, 3238|By the strong young river that goes through the world 3238|Like a white-wave blown by the white surge 3238|With the ======================================== SAMPLE 70 ======================================== --_that_ the face is very fair. 36954|When he was there, a little boy, 36954|As fair as it was clean; 36954|And when his cheeks grew rosy red, 36954|His mother called him "Little Jack," 36954|And told her "Eighty-seven." 36954|No more I hear in wind and rain 36954|That voice of merry bobolink, 36954|But rather dwell on shelf, and plain, 36954|With her, that wins and me, its sweets. 36954|"Sweet girl," says she, "I've only one, 36954|And that's to give you all my wishes." 36954|"O," she replies, "I never done, 36954|But I can give you _two_ of _heredes_." 36954|If you could see, you needn't seem 36954|To see this color in the sky, 36954|Nor any voice so sweetly speak, 36954|Like water falling suddenly 36954|In summer skies. 36954|"I've lost a lesson," you must know, 36954|I'm sitting on a hill, 'tis true, 36954|It's very true; 36954|And, if I stood upon the hill, 36954|And you could see, with lovely glee, 36954|The sky as clear as day and night, 36954|You'd almost think, dear girl, it's right 36954|That I, a little tad, should keep 36954|A very pretty walk all day, 36954|With a few grass spots in either hand, 36954|Just where it might be-- 36954|To keep us standing by the hill. 36954|And you can see how summer goes, 36954|And flowers are laughing in the sun, 36954|Like things that used to come of late 36954|To my surprise,-- 36954|I notice them as clear and bright 36954|As those two elves that came somehow, 36954|And, just for just one minute, wait 36954|To see me coming on their ways, 36954|Or once they seemed so near the day, 36954|Just as they sat and looked each way 36954|I found them close before me, 36954|As though they all might come to be 36954|An Eden full of sunny May. 36954|And, just as I looked in their faces, 36954|They seemed to take a good square taste. 36954|It made me think, in walking round, 36954|My mother 'gan to cry; 36954|And, oh! her red mouth,--"O, never mind! 36954|You'll have to fetch a nice, sweet-toned 36954|And melon-scuddin-trumpet." 36954|I never saw a morn of late, 36954|Or cut so bright an early; 36954|Or studied by the hours and hours, 36954|I never _was_ an hours. 36954|The self-same look that used to suit 36954|Our human nature's present, 36954|Left us the self-same box and mute 36954|With all the self-same nesting. 36954|The self-same smile that used to fill 36954|Our baby's laughter ringing, 36954|And every bit of all our joy, 36954|In short, was something thrilling. 36954|And just as they became a child, 36954|My thoughts, thus given o'er, 36954|That children liked the seeming stuff 36954|Which made them all so poor. 36954|A little brown-eyed tiny flower 36954|Grew slowly out of place, 36954|But we were just a little brown 36954|And told them all my face. 36954|And then I said, with growing glee, 36954|"There's but one little girl 36954|The world must know, who's for a flower 36954|More wonderful than pearl." 36954|And so I opened wide the flower 36954|And plucked it in the sun, 36954|But, in my heart, I did not know 36954|Whether the sun shone bright or low. 36954|The flower, smiling, told me so 36954|Of a bright world beyond, 36954|So, here beside the little flower 36954|I feel that it will never grow. 36954 ======================================== SAMPLE 71 ======================================== , which when from the East upsprings with the Sun, 1001|That is the Hesperides, the Imperial Sun: 1001|Then first my vision (search not, Reader, if thou hast it) 1001|Recalls the day before us, and our hemisphere, 1001|Black with the night, begins to shiver in sullen hue; 1001|Nor at the name of day doth the Bull, that was in Heaven, 1001|Hide from the shepherds though he be, and at noon 1001|Gives to the hind his keeper, and the hour offordained. 1001|Thus oft we of the night repass before the full 1001|Querrens the slow pacific Dawn, and then 1001|Quivers, the gentle hearted ones, who fill 1001|With nimble fire our eyes and hands and feet, 1001|Instilling from the precious essence of desire 1001|Their long slow-moving fronts,--such joy we found 1001|To infants and to meekers as they seemed, 1001|When the sun burst his image from the ground. 1001|Now had the emmets, having decently wheeled 1001|Their airy lodge, and were no longer seen, 1001|Than we had caused those creatures to appear; 1001|Nor natural voice, nor pace that seemed to need 1001|Much urging, nor the self-same pace that seemed 1001|O'er mind or limbs: new colour was appearing; 1001|Nor any shape of bird, nor creature seeming, 1001|With those of high intelligence ensconced, 1001|Could be in that, nor I myself therein 1001|Have seen, nor feel that they were living eyes, 1001|Nor in the bond are they confined again. 1001|Thus pleasure was, as of subservient will, 1001|And thus the sense of joy; when I, who stood 1001|Accountable the diminution of her joy, 1001|Rejoiced in her, and said, in brief her words:-- 1001|"Paradise, see that thou light not in me. 1001|Thou sayst, that as ofttimes but in our day 1001|We dream, as do those men of slumber who, 1001|By seeing vision, know not whence they come. 1001|Therefore, 'tis custom to behold the place 1001|Before us, as those fields where sleep the dead; 1001|And so much reason with frank reason view, 1001|Because our fathers' ashes are so near. 1001|True, some there are that unto living eyes 1001|Show more delight, and by a hearing sound 1001|Are so disturbed, they make a sort of sound. 1001|Therefore, when vision has a little strength, 1001|The shapes of things, howe'er those may be named, 1001|By their own footsteps follow they must go, 1001|Even thus theigour in some ancient way 1001|Is forced to pass, and through mid-graves of corn 1001|Or those by others, when their impulse needs 1001|Hath been suppressed, and by the motion marked 1001|Alike, or some one, hidden in the sward, 1001|Hath left its tracks, seeming as it were, 1001|To the fond parents, and to me descends 1001|Still on our way, and seems to drag the wain 1001|Tow'rds us, as far as eye can stretch its view. 1001|There grows a forest, and three walks beneath, 1001|From the inner foot of summits step in step 1001|This much to pass, that by the inner door 1001|This much to pass, and not by me unmarked. 1001|"In the mid-way a great stone, all pushed 1001|In centre to the centre, stands upright; 1001|On its own fellow not an hour gone by 1001|Lives to repose, but from the flesh and bones 1001|Some one is buried, with the breast and lips 1001|All over scorched; while some, that in the wain 1001|Are separate, do here and there, no more 1001|Than if three lay the tribute of their blood. 1001|Hence therefore rise those two that were deluded, 1001|First bodies, and the legs of those ill fated, 1001|And afterwards the hands, and of the feet, 1001|Which have deprived them of their shoes and arms. 1001|The other two, that had so many palms 1001|As on the threshold of mere touch, had moved 1001|As from the plain the feet, that had been there, ======================================== SAMPLE 72 ======================================== , he who had no need to fly; 24869|For in this moment of dismay 24869|The king who held that evil foe 24869|Threw Indra’s son as he drew down 24869|The Lord of Life shaft-headed and bow. 24869|Then Indra, lord of every woe, 24869|The Vánar legions, with a shout, 24869|The Vánar legions met and fought, 24869|And straight they broke the tyrant’s yoke, 24869|And hurled him at the giant, broke 24869|The mighty bow the giant broke, 24869|Which Indra, King of all the Blest, 24869|Had thrown by Rávaṇ’s(924) mighty breast, 24869|The monstrous coil, the brawny hand, 24869|The monstrous mouth, the jaw, the jaw, 24869|The jaw, the jaw and bleeding jaw, 24869|The ungovernable host, the jaw, 24869|And the great bow which never bends, 24869|The arm, the fist, the knee, the ends, 24869|The body laid with mighty stroke, 24869|And the great bow which never bends. 24869|So, when the giants fought, and fell 24869|With murderous strokes, the giant fell,— 24869|So falls the tree with all his trunks 24869|Terrific in its death, that shoots 24869|Wild volley at the mighty trunk,— 24869|So fell the tree with all its boughs 24869|While all the vipers dug and sowed— 24869|So fell the tree with all its boughs. 24869|But Ráma’s heart was sad within: 24869|He wept and mourned his captive’s sin, 24869|For he had wrought a ruin yet 24869|O’er Raghu’s son in his wrath,— 24869|Such is the fate of Vánar curled 24869|This day beneath the giant’s roof 24869|To ravage Lanká’s town and wall. 24869|With sword and bow and battle-axe 24869|He smote with blow so fierce, that in 24869|His body serpents clad and hissed. 24869|As Mandar’s hill is cleft in twain, 24869|The mountain-kings of Rávaṇ slain 24869|Still mourned that noble arm of old 24869|So fell from Rishyamúka bold. 24869|But Indra, lord of high emprise, 24869|Rejoiced that noble arm to smite 24869|The giant in the senseless fight. 24869|With bow and spear and sword and mace 24869|He smote him at the giant’s face: 24869|And crushed beneath the giant’s feet, 24869|Life tingled in his giant feet. 24869|His giant hand with thongs of gold 24869|Tore the huge trunk, and rent and rolled 24869|The palace walls and diadem; 24869|Then with his voice of terror shook 24869|The royal monkey as he took 24869|His giant brother’s head he smote, 24869|And, wild with rage and love of his 24869|Who quivered like a mountain-clasp, 24869|Rose through the legions of the air, 24869|Like mountain-cliffs in stormy air. 24869|The giant heard, and from the ground 24869|Forth with a roar his battle wound 24869|And, with a shout that rent the sky, 24869|Swift, rushing downward to the die, 24869|In fear and death and ruin sent 24869|It rushed at Níla lest he went; 24869|But Bhíma, smitten by the stroke, 24869|The giant’s head in fragments broke,— 24869|Sprang forth from that tremendous pair 24869|And cleft the princes at the hair, 24869|And fell in royal Níla’s hold 24869|With all his warlike legions, all 24869|Trampling the giant king and all. 24869|Then, as the giant monarch drew 24869|Lord Vishṇu near, and sent a view 24869|Across the waters of the sea, 24869|He saw, and straight before ======================================== SAMPLE 73 ======================================== ; 40562|And they laughed at the wickedness of poor Red Riding. 40562|"He does not have much trouble. He has little or nothing to do with 40562|"He has little or nothing to eat. He does not eat the very best of 40562|"He takes no care of his breakfast, since his good mother died, or a 40562|"He has no cream-and-water plenty, and is never seen in a glass." 40562|"He is the goodest father in the world, he has nae need of a 40562|"He helps the poor," &c. 40562|"He is the gentlest mother in the world wherever she lives. The 40562|"He is the tender hardest thing in all the world," &c. 40562|"He is the tender hardest when it is only a good time." 40562|"He is the tender hardest when it is only a good time." 40562|"He is the tender hardest when it is only a good time." 40562|"He is the tender hardest that can die." 40562|"He is the tender hardest that can die." 40562|"He is the gentlest mother in the world." 40562|"He cares not for you too much," said Mrs. Ludlow. 40562|"He cares not for you too much," said the lady, smiling. 40562|On a small covered hill, 40562|On a little brown stone, 40562|Dwelt three poor little children, 40562|All painted red and white. 40562|"Treasures for money!" said he, 40562|"Butter, turkeys, and other. 40562|Treasures for all the money that I have left here." 40562|On a little creeping thing, 40562|Lived a fat ducks to bring. 40562|On a merry day in Spring, 40562|With a hay-hen and a rose, 40562|I had a merry-making 40562|Two hours before the close. 40562|"Your dew upon the grass 40562|Will make it smell all nice. 40562|In the morning, little dew, 40562|It will give you drink and praise 40562|If you have it all day long. 40562|Rain and sunshine, rain and shine, 40562|Piped a merry tune to bed. 40562|If you will, and dine at three, 40562|We will keep the time, I think. 40562|"We must be divided friends, 40562|And the girl will be our wife, 40562|In a little while to-day, 40562|When she is quite a life." 40562|On a merry day in June, 40562|I had a merry-making time. 40562|I brought a book, so big and fair, 40562|I opened it wide and wide. 40562|The window was shut, though I thought 40562|I should see it before I died. 40562|So that little children were gone to the West, 40562|And my wife was going away to the West. 40562|I forgot the trouble they had in the Fall, 40562|There's a shower that will never fall. 40562|Pretty buds and blossoms come, 40562|But to taste my garden blooms, 40562|I can find a cherry bush 40562|And a silver wing and plumes. 40562|The squills come hurrying by, 40562|Like my little pot, and then 40562|They will go to sea in quietness 40562|Where the pebbles are so green. 40562|And when my bedtime comes, my darling, 40562|Mother stays at home and sings. 40562|Dear little darling, dearest, 40562|All the pretty flowers of spring, 40562|'Tis so very nice to look here 40562|At the flowers so green and gay. 40562|But the bright and flaring sun 40562|Has not quite bright his way, 40562|As he goes up high, like my darling, 40562|So high, and so dull, and so dull. 40562|There's a flower that is blooming near the wall, 40562|And of all the flowers a dog is dear, 40562|My dear, and long my darling dear. 40562|He is sitting at the window, 40562|He is buttoning the door; ======================================== SAMPLE 74 ======================================== . Here, in this lone spot, 34298|I found my childhood's morning youth; 34298|But, in its stillness, I forgot 34298|My one sweet face, my only one, 34298|That loved the past, and moved with me 34298|To joy that should not last,--but never 34298|Shall we forget, and never, never! 34298|_I_ hear you speak, "I will not say 34298|My own dear lips,--my lip, my lip 34298|Be still, or shall no words prevail 34298|To make that past I can not speak? 34298|Oh! hark, those accents of my soul,-- 34298|"Oh! hush; oh! hark, the babbling well! 34298|The well,--the flow of every wave, 34298|The rock-like flood,--the mountain-grave, 34298|The mountains with their crags, the hill, 34298|"The sunshine, and the light,--the dew,-- 34298|And I shall answer at the cry!" 34298|But while that infant's eye is peeping, 34298|Up from the stillness of the grave 34298|A spirit that will never cease 34298|To flash a moment on the page, 34298|A voice that will not let me pale, 34298|But runs in tremble through the page; 34298|And while it trembles to recall 34298|The memory of childhood's joy, 34298|The rock-like flood shall flee and fall, 34298|And in that hour I shall be free! 34298|_Eld. Bro._ I thank thee for the courtesy thou hast sent, 34298|Naught heavier seems than this that falls from me. 34298|The good that promises a future state, 34298|In the brief absence of a little hour 34298|I yield,--the more I prize the gifts it brings, 34298|And thank my God for all it ever brings. 34298|_W. M._ Shepherd, let me pause, and turn away 34298|From the pure source of all my life, and leave 34298|The life that in my bosom cleaves to Heaven, 34298|And hopes to live in undefiled desire 34298|With Aphrodite's life on earth. 34298|_Eld. Bro._ Shepherd, I would I were happy, indeed, 34298|If, on this earth, I could attest the tie 34298|That binds this soul to aught beneath the sun, 34298|Like yonder stars, and not earth's hope too high! 34298|_W. M._ But wherefore? Speak you will, and tell me why? 34298|_Eld. Bro._ 'T is from Heaven, methought, 34298|In the bright firmament hangs poised the beam 34298|Of the full moon; but, ere the peering sun 34298|Dazzles the world, I saw, in that pure breast, 34298|A wan Medusa's body breathing dread. 34298|Gaze not too boldly on that livid face, 34298|Thou star of night, and speak no mockery!-- 34298|But deem the phantom of that sinful man 34298|One night more demon made by mortal power? 34298|_W. M._ I would behold it, as it nears the tomb, 34298|And not the phantoms?--call the ghostly throng 34298|Of ghosts, that hover round it, in the gloom, 34298|And not the shadows?--call the shrouded shades, 34298|But only, one, who, in yon open grave 34298|Shall live and shine, though in the darkness here, 34298|Nor name the deep-worn pang that gave it birth. 34298|_Eld. Bro._ The phantom voices of the buried dead! 34298|_W. M._ They speak of a pale girl who stands around 34298|The sepulchre, in darkness from the walls. 34298|She stands, and on her sister's look,--the frown 34298|And smile,--her features in this world of ours; 34298|And all the hopes, the hopes that earthward go 34298|From the heart's hope, she casts to earthward towers ======================================== SAMPLE 75 ======================================== ; for the time of misty rain." 36287|A gallant soldier lad he was, 36287|Whose figure and mien 36287|Obscured, through many a battle pass'd, 36287|His home in fair green grass. 36287|"And I," cried he, "shall have my fill 36287|Of all my might and power, 36287|And with a master's care fulfil 36287|My own appointed hour." 36287|A soldier boy came down at night, 36287|His hair hung thick with gray; 36287|He'd gone, he spake not in a word, 36287|Trusting to be their stay. 36287|The soldier gazed upon his lad, 36287|And there before him lay 36287|A little girl, so small and white, 36287|And leaning out of her bended head 36287|To look him in the eye. 36287|"My son, my girl, my brave young man, 36287|Now do I pray and pray; 36287|To leave your castle, ere it fades, 36287|And leave the church to stay, 36287|This night, to live and to be blest, 36287|And for a battle play?" 36287|The soldier was not so afraid; 36287|With a heart full of hope 36287|His brave young soldier he essay'd 36287|And he thought, while he look'd on, 36287|"He should not go in haste to die, 36287|Or, if he was not so, 36287|To leave the house so lovely, where 36287|I may have her with all my powers, 36287|And with my own Marie." 36287|"No, no, my son!" he cry'd, "I fear 36287|My life is gone from me; 36287|And this my heart: I fear, I fear 36287|My wife will not go free; 36287|She'd be right pleased that I should stay 36287|A night of these desolate boughs, 36287|With her I married once, and she 36287|Should be my lady's spouse." 36287|"Then fear not," said his father, "thus 36287|The words will all be said; 36287|They could not last till he should wed 36287|Who fears to see his bed." 36287|So they went through the forest night, 36287|And when each should have his day, 36287|They were safe in fair green wood, 36287|And they had eat of the choicest hay, 36287|And they had sleep in the greenest grove; 36287|But none of the guests came home again, 36287|None kept them to their homes again. 36287|When day was done the warrior went 36287|His horse was brought to her: 36287|"What, father, are you to be loth, 36287|To seek another wife?" 36287|"We two are young," the lady said; 36287|"I am not to be one; 36287|And I should be proud at the heart of us twain; 36287|But I am not alone. 36287|"I would be a king," the lady said, 36287|"But thinking it must be, 36287|To give my first wife this thought to her, 36287|And then to share my joy. 36287|"For he is young, I fear he is old, 36287|And would be so for me; 36287|It is to love him, and then to stand 36287|For the pleasure of each day, 36287|That it shall be with a hand so light, 36287|And a heart so true and gay. 36287|"We two are old, O reverend father, 36287|We two, are old and grey, 36287|We two who seek your kindly hearth, 36287|And you are safe away. 36287|"We've loved the land where you will end 36287|All that we have wished and sought; 36287|But they have left a little friend 36287|Alone can be sought by one, 36287|Who will never see another, 36287|And when they are gone is dead. 36287|"My father and mother--who shall know 36287|If I ever did love you, 36287|I did not think your death would ======================================== SAMPLE 76 ======================================== the whole of this poem-- 1287|"I would have the gift of the stars." 1287|"I am lost!" "You are lost! 1287|I have lost the way. 1287|A shadowy land of shadows and snow. 1287|And I lost my way 1287|Till another day 1287|I saw my sky and all was lost before. 1287|Then what other path was left for me? 1287|If I had again 1287|The infinite breadth of a life accurst, 1287|I would have again 1287|More hills to love and the stars uplifting mountains-- 1287|More heights, heights that the stars uplifting 1287|Through the night and the day; 1287|I would have 1287|A path to the white of the moonlight and snow. 1287|Yet a spirit lifts away all I saw: 1287|A new path and a new one is yours, 1287|All of me, all that I have, is the earth-- 1287|All is love, beauty, and I am beloved. 1287|"Behold me, the heart 1287|Moves, moves on and on." 1287|I can give what I have not; 1287|Yet I who for you do not love, 1287|I who have not a soul to love, 1287|I cannot have a part to enjoy. 1287|There is a secret I shall give, 1287|A secret you shall ever possess; 1287|But there's a secret through the joy 1287|That is only a secret, or a secret. 1287|I shall make you brooches and toys for your delight 1287|Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night. 1287|Visions of beauty and fame forever flitting, 1287|Shadows and sunshine and love forever boming, 1287|The past is a picture, the future a dream, 1287|And the future a hushed and confirmed boon. 1287|But I, I alone, 1287|With all my soul on her waiting arm, 1287|For ever alone, 1287|For ever alone, as the days go by; 1287|As lonely and poor, as the nights grow long, 1287|As the nights are long, as the nights grow long! 1287|I shall carry my heart to her heart, 1287|To her, all for me as the days go by; 1287|I shall wear the rags of my dress, 1287|Shrouded in gay rags that the daylight by; 1287|All for her, all for me, 1287|For somebody who never will love me. 1287|Who shall be my sweetheart, 1287|And what shall I say to the woman that gains the prize? 1287|Who shall sing to the man in a bower of delight? 1287|And who shall sing to the man in a bower of delight? 1287|I shall sing to the man in a bower of delight, 1287|To the man in a bower of delight. 1287|For he would make verses, 1287|And cunningly weave them for him or for his love-making; 1287|Song shall be his music, 1287|And fame be his name; 1287|So the singer sing songs, 1287|And fame be his fame. 1287|My dear, dear, dear Alfred, know that my ball 1287|Is speeding to fly to your ears, and if you are wise, 1287|You will meet me. But I have not come. 1287|My dear, dear, dear Alfred, come! Never say 1287|That you are weary. I wish you were here. 1287|I can spare you. But wait a minute. There is 1287|A cold, hungry wind in the night. 1287|My poor Alfred commands me. 1287|There is no voice in the night. Go, my love. 1287|I have brought you the songs and the kisses of kings; 1287|If only the song 1287|Of you sends you its life, you are happy. 1287|If only the song 1287|Of my lady may sound to my soul with its breath, 1287|What shall I say to the woman who laughs in death? 1287|Your heart I will shatter for me or for her, 1287|The ======================================== SAMPLE 77 ======================================== with him 24679|The wind and the sky. 24679|Yet, in the long winter evenings, 24679|When the old winter 24679|Has faded and gone into the West, 24679|To-night seems the vision 24679|Of a vision of home, 24679|Of a distant home,--of a distant land, 24679|Of hope unassailed 24679|In the old years of promise, whose days 24679|Have no sweetness whose night 24679|No storms can replace; 24679|Of a peaceful home in the heart of France, 24679|And of peaceful rest 24679|In her own, unfriended, and distant heart, 24679|Beneath the blest. 24679|I know not, alas! that these desolate shores 24679|Were first to fade, 24679|But there are myriads who live, and there 24679|Breathe the ancient name 24679|Faster than came to the poet's lip, 24679|And in my bosom they burn at the word 24679|_Peace, that is all_! 24679|And yet, what is peace?--a voiceless sea, 24679|A vasty wall 24679|Of shadow and silence, and waves that sleep, 24679|A stillness sere, 24679|That never shall turn to the path again, 24679|Nor ever return. 24679|Then why should it ever be possible 24679|To be forgotten? 24679|Lo! the storm-beat shore 24679|That we drifted down to the beach at last; 24679|Only a few brown trees, 24679|Sun-radiate, came to the sea to sigh, 24679|_And we looked in the face of the waves at last!_ 24679|Now the winds are up, and the skies are blue, 24679|And the night is still, for the moon is fled, 24679|And the stars come out alone one hour, 24679|Along the waves, and away o'er the foam; 24679|And the foam-flakes fall from off them all, 24679|Like a burden to bear. 24679|And the old moon climbs, and the long sea-worn beach, 24679|And the stars come out to the land of rest, 24679|A shadowy form, that no man may thwart, 24679|And the storm-tost sailor goes out at last, 24679|Over heaps of the dead, and away down on the waste. 24679|Far above the tide, with a roar of speed, 24679|And a rush of waters, our track swept on. 24679|"I have sought, but let us not, oh, not stay! 24679|We are weak in the fight of the wind and spray. 24679|We shall find a path through the wild waves hurled, 24679|But our hearts grow weary of all the world!" 24679|And the old moon answers, with a moan, 24679|To the grey-grown water, "God is my own. 24679|And the God that he loved, the King of all, 24679|Hath He not a home beyond the night." 24679|I lift my head to the sky of dreams, 24679|And long and loud rings the waking bells 24679|From the misty towers where the morning streams 24679|On gleaming terrace and cottage-walls. 24679|With many an eye, with many an ear, 24679|I listen to hear the voice of prayer. 24679|I know the peace of the shining slopes 24679|Where the long brown branches, and the wind 24679|And the light of the sun, and the breath of thanks 24679|And the heart of the wind through the blossoms blind; 24679|And the hoofs that the ploughed earth slays, where lie 24679|The furrows of her hidden face, 24679|And the wind, that bears her along unseen, 24679|And the whir and the whir through the grasses green, 24679|And the whisper of birds that follow her pace, 24679|And the shadow of the thicket, when night 24679|Is the shadow of sleep in a wood of willows and oak 24679|That is hid from the moon by the forest-trees, 24679|And the shadow of the water-jar 24679|That keeps the wake all day; ======================================== SAMPLE 78 ======================================== on the bosom of 11014|King Deshav, son of Bhishma, sat in the shade of the trees, 11014|Humbu, the great, strong, beautiful, fortunate Brahmin, 11014|A king, a keeper of the law, a guide of the realm, 11014|His name unfolded through all time and space, 11014|A ruler of the realm, a keeper of the realm, 11014|And was worshipped, as was meet, by the Great Spirit of God. 11014|And all the days of his life he kept on striving with God 11014|For the union of faith; and at last all-wise he spoke to 11014|"Lord, I am the Brahmin's lord--and I hold thee thine inmost 11014|As I cast my life away from thee, my Lord, to-day! 11014|Therefore I cast mine body away from thee, my lord." 11014|And that, by constant penance, I might win thy favour 11014|So in the spirit's depths he plunged it into the sea, 11014|But, as the wave closed over it, the wandering wind 11014|Caught up the ship's chattels, and bore it with it to the beach. 11014|And Bhimasena seeing there the empty space behind, 11014|The wandering ship rocked in the dark and glowing heat. 11014|He sat upon the bosom of the Mother of God, 11014|He sat upon the emerald seas, meditating death 11014|Of the great sea. He sat and pondered in his mind 11014|Upon the mystery of the sea, what gods the daring man 11014|Must have to tell of,--and this mystery,--when, in the morning, 11014|As, in the after days, the Lord of life should pass away, 11014|And leave the body alone to ride the ocean's force, 11014|To die in solitude, unknown, untroubled,--and unto him 11014|His world was opened; and as yet no living creature. 11014|And all the night he sat there, gazing in the east, 11014|Until the morning sunlight faded from the hills 11014|And dawn came, bringing darkness and the darkness awful, 11014|And to his soul came holy light from God, to cleanse 11014|All doubt and all resistance, till, in the morning of life, 11014|The coming of the Lord beheld his face. 11014|Then all was darkened, till, at last, he answered: "Lord, 11014|When I have thought of all, my soul is clean and whole, 11014|And from the body, which thus doth contend with death, 11014|Feeds it,--but this I marvel at: I am ashamed 11014|To see the world's vain glory used me in its might, 11014|Yet, in its spite, I stand on my defenceless truth. 11014|Then, as I gazed upon the ocean and its wrath, 11014|I thought--and all the wonder of its wrath grew strange. 11014|"It is the Lord of life, the Lord of days, 11014|The Lord of counsel, who the hidden things 11014|Of old have trodden into darkness, and now knoweth all: 11014|He is the Lord, yet is he not the Lord; for him 11014|Thou camest, yet art passing beautiful; and dim 11014|Dawn's tarrying daylight, when I see thee dead. 11014|"Great Prince, I ask for all thou camest, knowing nought: 11014|Thou comest, yet art passing beautiful to me. 11014|Thou comest, yet art passing beautiful; but I 11014|Am passing beautiful to thee, thy father's son,-- 11014|Yet, as thou camest, I am passing beautiful. 11014|"What have I given thee, O great Prince, to do? 11014|That is, that is, the end and the beginning. 11014|Thou wilt not learn it out, I am thy father's son,-- 11014|Yet, as thou camest, I am passing beautiful. 11014|"I have heard the tale of the wonderful things: 11014|The world, the morning, and the palms and harps, 11014|The songs of birds, and flowers, and sylvan talk, 11014|And the divine Abodes, and the miracle songs, ======================================== SAMPLE 79 ======================================== . (From a copy of the work.) 43271|(From a copy of his work.) 43271|Lines of equal appeal to Dryden, 1862: 43271|He did not die in his own estimation, 43271|Nor did in death his life's condition, 43271|But in predecease of fortune and life's favour 43271|He was received with the same benefit. 43271|Lines on mutton made him sweat; 43271|So, for thy death, thou cut'st his breath. 43271|Lines on a nameless death of shame, 43271|Lines on a nameless death of shame. 43271|Lines on a nameless death of shame, 43271|Lines on a nameless death of shame. 43271|Lines on an unblemished stone, 43271|Lines on a nameless death of shame. 43271|Lines on a nameless death of shame, 43271|Lines on an unblemished stone. 43271|Lines on a nameless death of shame, 43271|Lines on an unblemished stone, 43271|Lines on an unblemished stone, 43271|Lines on an unblemished tomb. 43271|Lines on an unblemished stone, 43271|Lines on a nameless death of shame, 43271|Lines on a nameless death of shame, 43271|Lines on a nameless death of shame, 43271|Lines on an unblemished stone. 43271|Lines on an unblemished stone, 43271|Lines on an unblemished stone. 43271|And every nameless death of shame, 43271|Lines on a nameless death of shame. 43271|Lines on an unblemished stone, 43271|Lines on a nameless death of shame, 43271|Lines on an unblemished stone, 43271|Lines on an unblemished stone. 43271|And every nameless death of shame, 43271|Lines on a nameless death of shame. 43271|So they flung him from a high hallowed spot, 43271|And their names have all perish'd there. 43271|And the word has perish'd there, 43271|And the deed is finished there. 43271|Lines to a miser of wealth and ease and glory, 43271|Asking, buy, or who can tell how rich it may be, 43271|What of it all this heap of ashes doth adorn, 43271|This glory of the living and the dead e'er worn? 43271|Lines to a miser of wealth and wits renown'd, 43271|Asking, buy, or who can tell how poor it is, 43271|What great gift has the grave this heap to hold? 43271|Lines to a miser of wealth and wits renown'd, 43271|Asking, buy, or who can tell how poor it is, 43271|What great gift has the grave this heap to hold? 43271|Lines to a miser of wealth and wits renown'd, 43271|Asking, buy, or who can tell how fair it is, 43271|What great gift has the grave this heap to hold? 43271|Lines to a miser of wealth and wits renown'd, 43271|Asking, buy, or who can tell how fair it is, 43271|What great gift has the grave this heap to hold? 43271|Lines to a miser of wealth and wits renown'd, 43271|Asking, buy, or who can tell how fair it is, 43271|What great gift has the grave this heap to hold? 43271|Lines to a miser of wealth and wits renown'd, 43271|Asking, buy, or who can tell how fair it is, 43271|What great gift has the grave this heap to hold? 43271|Lines to a miser of wealth and wits renown'd, 43271|Asking, buy, or who can tell how fair it is, 43271|What great gift has the grave this heap to hold? 43271|Lines to a miser of wealth and wits renown'd, 43271|Asking, buy, or who can tell how fair it is, 43271|What great gift has the grave this heap to hold? 43271|Lines to a miser of wealth and wits renown'd, 43271| ======================================== SAMPLE 80 ======================================== ?--No,--the old, old dreams of us,-- 33193|The old, old dreaming things we dream'd to see; 33193|The old, old dreams--all these, all these and more, 33193|Are dreams--no more! 33193|As for Willy's song he stood, 33193|With his face against the wall, 33193|Hinting in a musing mood 33193|As he trudg'd with it an hour; 33193|As he strode a hollow stair, 33193|He could sing it all night long, 33193|"Awake, awake, my lads, and hear!" 33193|(Singers, if you want to hear!) 33193|"Our throats are dull to-day; 33193|Yet, they say, the words we say 33193|Must not pass away! 33193|"Yet, we know not how or why-- 33193|Ask them twice--they twice reply, 33193|As they say, 'What to-day?' 33193|Ah, the string it would not tie 33193|So fast--so very tight! 33193|If a man should touch and try, 33193|It has five knots in one; 33193|Little birds sing in the tree, 33193|And, perhaps, the very same 33193|How I love the screwing eye, 33193|Blue-blue-bellied, soft and high! 33193|"What matters it to-day? 33193|It's not the use to sing! 33193|It's a long, long strain to bring 33193|Into the ears of Spring!" 33193|Once, when she left them, and they went,-- 33193|There was a new dream on the air, 33193|A spirit in the shadow, 33193|A spirit with the snow-white hair, 33193|And in its voice sweet-voiced, 33193|A new life, soft and low, 33193|A new life, soft and low, 33193|The new life, soft and low, 33193|The new life, soft and low, 33193|The first life, soft and sweet, 33193|The first life, soft and sweet, 33193|The first life, soft and sweet, 33193|The first life, soft and sweet, 33193|The first life, soft and sweet! 33193|A rose that blows on castle walls 33193|An hour but half-valiant grows, 33193|A spirit in the shadow falls 33193|A life that calls no more! 33193|A voice that calls, "O come and mingle 33193|The years that are to be! 33193|"The days that gild each vista'd vista'd 33193|An hour but made no cast-off cloud 33193|"In the great hour when, out of ruins, 33193|Ourselves shall come, with here and there 33193|The strength and light of ages gone; 33193|"The days that are to come! the days 33193|Ah, when will come, at last, their bloom? 33193|"For all the old dreams that before us 33193|No more will fall and die; 33193|"The days we live are the most worth living; 33193|Of such we leave you to the giving 33193|Of all that you and I--and last 33193|Loved most--that takes a tear--the grief 33193|We lastliest, and most worth lifelong 33193|"That came without its crown! 33193|"But you must leave us, who are past us, 33193|Even though the roses die. 33193|And all the old dreams that our eyes ever 33193|Have lost no bloom for us, shall pall; 33193|"We only go again to light us; 33193|Not for the old dreams, but for them 33193|We leave the things we never have of 33193|We loved, who have no place! 33193|"The days that are to come are ours, dear! 33193|Of such we leave the things we hold; 33193|Of such we take the things we cannot, 33193|We breathe the bitter air of gold, 33193|"We leave a dream that never leaves us, 33193|Nor otherwhere shall ever be; 33193|Of such we leave the things we cherish'd, ======================================== SAMPLE 81 ======================================== from his home beyond the seas. 30599|When the morning is faint in the east, and the shadows fall 30599|and fall, 30599|Where the star-gleaming seas surge upward, the ships come out 30599|and stay 30599|For the haven where they anchored before, for the harbour where they 30599|will stay. 30599|When the evening is almost over, the nets are drawn in 30599|the fold; 30599|And the soft, warm sea is drifted, and nought on the horizon 30599|lies, 30599|With a ripple of joy, from the mountains of Galilee, 30599|and the gulls cry 30599|For the island of the sea-god, and the cliffs that break 30599|for a name to be; 30599|There is a joy that is kindred with earth's, a glory that is 30599|of the sea, 30599|At the moment when the sun sets, a joy of the ocean, the 30599|crowd of suns to the lands 30599|And the winds are all a-crying, and the tides come out 30599|for a name to be. 30599|When the purple shadows fall and die, and the night turns 30599|to the East that lies 30599|In a purple blur of incense, a purple blur of gold, a 30599|fire burns bright; 30599|And the stars and the winds of the world are all a- 30599|gentle and aflame, 30599|With the crimson hand of a night that is dying, a star in 30599|I shall go into the woods with you, Love, to the woods with 30599|you. 30599|You will gather the dew so gems from the wet leaves in the 30599|deep blue night, 30599|You will bring me flowers to my feet, Love, to the hill with 30599|you. 30599|I shall gather the blue mist in my hair, Love, to the hill with 30599|you. 30599|In the brown mid-ocean there is a moon that shines as 30599|a sunlit sea, 30599|And the trees and the waves that sway under your feet 30599|Are mirrored in its depths by you, Love, in the 30599|deep blue night. 30599|The ship sails to the harbour on the sea-beach, and the 30599|white mist in the moon, 30599|While I stand by the open bar, Love, at your helm, 30599|The ship sails to the harbour on the sea-beach. 30599|And in the fair mid-ocean there is a moon to hold me 30599|and you; 30599|But I would I were lying in the gloom of the deep 30599|deep in the sea, 30599|I would lie down dreaming of the day, Love, at 30599|the lover's death, 30599|Where the waves turn around me, Love, your sail 30599|Is frail as the sky above me, Love, 30599|And dream of the night-wind only, Love, and 30599|your love is vain; 30599|I would lie down dreaming of the dreams the dreams 30599|that are your eyes, 30599|When all of the dreams of love was laughter in 30599|their skies, 30599|And all the sea seemed love, indeed, but 30599|she was only wise. 30599|I would lie down and think of them that lie 30599|on the dead sea's shore, 30599|For my heart forgot its grief, alas, and its joy, 30599|and the years have found them 30599|Not my own and only half my joy. 30599|I would lie down and forget the things all that are 30599|written, 30599|And the dreams all perished from my life, for I knew nothing 30599|to deny; 30599|And the dreams were dead, and the world was far, 30599|and I but gone astray 30599|In some distant land of memory and of love, 30599|for a hope was gone astray. 30599|I will lie down and dream the dreams you were, 30599|in those eyes of tender light, 30599|And the dreams that are dead with me, Love, in 30599|these dead eyes of tender light. 30599|I will lie down and dream of the dreams that ======================================== SAMPLE 82 ======================================== . 24869|He spoke and from without replied 24869|With lips whose sound was wondrous wise. 24869|Then in his joy, by Párdak’s side, 24869|He pressed the king his brother’s eyes, 24869|Who, as they gazed with rapture, none 24869|Could tell which path had led alone, 24869|When, as around the monarch passed, 24869|A second moon had slipped the sun. 24869|The glorious twice-born sons of earth 24869|Their glittering arms in triumph cast, 24869|And straight across the sea they burst, 24869|Rising in air above the flood, 24869|As though the God of rain 24869|Had fallen in a wondrous bed. 24869|Onward they came and swiftly flew 24869|As clouds are driven by the storm, 24869|And swift as speeding on they flew, 24869|The air with spray of trees o’erflew, 24869|The trembling sea like thunder broke. 24869|When Ráma saw those waters near, 24869|He turned away his eager eye, 24869|And eager longing to be still, 24869|Thus in his troubled thought to feel 24869|The joy, the glory of the hill: 24869|“Thou, Ráma, in the path of light 24869|With eager steps and eager might, 24869|Hast sought thy refuge from the storm, 24869|The tempest of the battle form; 24869|The glory of thy victory, 24869|The glory of those hills that show 24869|The constellations near and far, 24869|Thou, Lakshmaṇ, who hast sought all day 24869|To be their king and guard by thee, 24869|Thus, victor of the foes that slay, 24869|Thou, with one labour, hast not left 24869|The glory of the hill to be 24869|Made glorious by thy conquering feet; 24869|And in thy heart, O King, shall meet 24869|That love of triumph sweet and true, 24869|With glory of surpassing might, 24869|Like lotus fruit that gleams for aye, 24869|Like Vásav Queen Kaikeyí’s(10122) land,— 24869|Thou, mighty-hearted, shalt be known, 24869|Clothed in thy own bright arms, as shone 24869|The moon before Himálaya’s(10122) town. 24869|Thou in the city of the deep 24869|The monarch of the ocean keep, 24869|And by command of thee possess 24869|Dominion and the arms of health 24869|And treasures with thy wife and wife. 24869|For what, my brother, can suffice 24869|And what is mine to joy or pleas? 24869|How can my heart, my darling, ache, 24869|The bitter fate of Ráma, grieve? 24869|While such a hero stands his post 24869|In his great battle-fields at most, 24869|I will not beg of Fate or Fate 24869|The triumph of my armate. 24869|My son, thy strength, thy life, thy wealth, 24869|Henceforth thy wealth, thy body health. 24869|Now is the hour prepared for thee: 24869|With me to-day one wish shall be: 24869|I will this favour grant to me. 24869|The universal earth I till, 24869|With the broad sky I cleave the hill, 24869|And with the sun my road I turn, 24869|And with the lightning’s heat discern 24869|All roads and hamlets that I spurn. 24869|My brother, with my bow and quiver 24869|Whose arrowy gleam shall pierce the sea, 24869|My brother, the last arrow of mine, 24869|The only shaft that ever glistens, 24869|The Maithil lady of the moon, 24869|Shall know his name and own to me. 24869|My brother, of thy valour so 24869|With twenty sons shall be my foe, 24869|For thee, my heart’s desire, I rest 24869|A captive with the power of breasts, 24869|Nor can I bid thee ======================================== SAMPLE 83 ======================================== to the deep, with no companion: 1365|He had but ill the moments ended. 1365|When he departed, not contented, 1365|The Emperor, on his couch reclining, 1365|Lay down his weary head in slumber; 1365|When the Emperor arose and spoke thus: 1365|"Take back this poor old life I gave you, 1365|Unto mine host a servant send me 1365|By a luckless hand, which you commanded, 1365|And I for mercy must pray to your Father 1365|In his name, who with my own hand wrought it." 1365|Then said the Emperor, "Thou, my Father, 1365|Wilt thou for mercy think upon me?" 1365|And straightway thitherward made straightway 1365|An inn, called Rheims, a private place, 1365|And in the frontier met together 1365|A thousand horse who came to take the fever. 1365|And one said to the Emperor: "Ye, 1365|Ye must remain outside the city; 1365|For to-night, by God's command, we tarry 1365|The folk who, while the Lord of heaven 1365|Is our friend, and shall keep our honour 1365|Here, as we are, in quiet, standing 1365|And the Lord of his people made our dwelling, 1365|For his people and for his people." 1365|And to a pile of brick, a palace 1365|The Emperor made, with stones and trees, 1365|And the roof of the city was painted 1365|With the red mass of a thousand hues. 1365|And around it were seven dragons, 1365|And fastened like the horn of dragon 1365|Cork, and the wings of swans and geese. 1365|From its mouth and its eyes a wolf be born 1365|With a blue eye--from its breast a peacock 1365|And back on its body a painted peacock. 1365|And as to croak and croak they went they went, 1365|And hearkened what to say there was, 1365|And so to Rome they carried it, 1365|For the wolf king said: "My brother, 1365|In the city, of no man abiding, 1365|But making men to see the truth, 1365|Of my birth, for my noble gift of vision, 1365|By my brother, of my strength for weakness, 1365|I, being myself a mighty hero,-- 1365|A man of spirit and of body, 1365|And, being myself a mighty hero, 1365|To be my help upon this war!" 1365|And the palace-roofs were bright with splendour, 1365|And garlands hung in many a holly-bush, 1365|And a thousand costly robes were woven 1365|In sevenfold rows of hues and hues, 1365|And in every place were trumpets blowing 1365|And all the people of the town 1365|Stood gazing on the coming marching. 1365|But the Emperor looked upon the grass-green, 1365|He beheld not how, but suddenly, 1365|As if before him in a vision, 1365|Foreshadowing his coming was. 1365|"I know not which of us shall sing," 1365|Said he, "or what shall there be told?" 1365|Whence the trumpet of a king: "We hear it 1365|In the city, in the valley, of our greatest chief." 1365|And to the Emperor, "O my liege, 1365|I have brought from Alba the Moors for song, 1365|The King has written a wonderful song. 1365|From the palace to the palace, with my right hand 1365|In my right hand, I bring as it is most fit, 1365|As it were a goodly gift." 1365|To the Emperor, "My liege, it is very clear 1365|That a king should write a tale. 1365|Now know you the way, and we three are coming 1365|Up from Alba of the Alba; let us go. 1365|You have not heard a tale of what became of us, 1365|Nor have I heard, until Alba was a child." 1365|To the Emperor, "O my liege ======================================== SAMPLE 84 ======================================== |And she had to go back; but a change and a change and a strange 38438|There are different kinds of birds in a country: but I'm rather 38438|That's why I begin to think, and it's against my lot to say 38438|That I really don't come after; when the first cuckoo cries 38438|If you're coming, it's because it makes one think all of what 38438|Cuckoo tells you the rights, and you ought to know that he 38438|Is only a boy when he's all in the way about the place 38438|Where the ducks are wanted most when they're wanting fish and 38438|Some day I shall come back, if a happier man were near. 38438|When the wind is in the east, and the ships are on the sea, 38438|And the wind is in the west, not a child can understand 38438|Why the boys starve and cry when they're anchored safe in port, 38438|And they never seem to care for the storm or any storm; 38438|But I wouldn't be the sort to get off on a fish or a 38438|anything, though you liked him very well, 38438|And I'd keep you in my pocket till I went out for a bite. 38438|It's a curious thing to know that boys when they're in the dark 38438|Are always in a hurry sailing up and down the room. 38438|But, as I take my hat off, how I always start and hike 38438|In my trousers lined with buttons off and pelted in the ink. 38438|When you see a boy that's coming he'll know about it so. 38438|It's a tiresome cold, but when you see it steaming after you, 38438|And they don't know how to hold the cloth; that's the reason too; 38438|And then you can't get open places when you're starting for your 38438|Head--that takes a man's chair. 38438|But when you see a boy that's coming, you can't but stand the chair, 38438|With the weight of pantaloons and the cloth on either arm and wrist 38438|But when your man comes home at the end of all the things he 38438|has just settled in the room, 38438|You will understand the meaning of the words he tells you, 38438|So that you know it's easy to find just where you wish to go, 38438|and then to drift away. 38438|When the wind is in the east and comes with a call to some 38438|old friend of mine, 38438|I will say: "This is the worst that's ever a man can do." 38438|But I'm not very foolish or I wouldn't be the sort to say 38438|That I could never hope to tell him, but I'm quite exhausted quite 38438|in my mind. 38438|Just stay awhile and think about it. Why, to-day he'll not 38438|tell me who he is. 38438|I'll tell him everything he likes about, but let him like 38438|himself to the fact. 38438|The earth has flowers to suit his senses, but not all his 38438|country can. 38438|His heart is kinder to me than all that's in our land. 38438|He's a rare little man and a fine little man that goes all alone 38438|His eyes are wide-open, and his eyes are dim, and his hair is 38438|very green. 38438|He'll stay awhile and practise upon me, and he is quiet as a 38438|shut, 38438|And he looks so cross he's very apt to move and turn and 38438|move me. 38438|He smiles and works and work and play, and never seems to 38438|dream or say 38438|That I was somehow happier than before, and that he seems so 38438|timeless 38438|He was my friend and playmates when we went away in the 38438|day-time. 38438|He made me little books, he made me castles, he kept me 38438|good and gay, 38438|And he was the only friend that I had, and he has grown so 38438|Since he left me here, I'm sure I never will forget him; 38438|He never was my comrade, no more will I forget him. 38438|And now there's a certain sickness that ======================================== SAMPLE 85 ======================================== in a voice 1746|Hollow-chapt, with silver-throated music, 1746|And over us the dark wings of the shadows? 1746|Here in the rain 1746|The wind's wings stir. 1746|Toll ye the birds 1746|And the little birds. 1746|Toll ye the thrushes 1746|And the little woods. 1746|Toll ye the thrushes 1746|And the little buds. 1746|We'd have to leave the world, 1746|Till we had left it; 1746|That we had left indeed 1746|To go to bed; 1746|That we had left it 1746|And we had left it. 1746|That the world had wings, 1746|And the sky was windows, 1746|And we could fly a tilt 1746|Like a looking-glass. 1746|And every shining flake 1746|That the wind had found us, 1746|We could fling them by the shake 1746|Of our little nails, 1746|And die like men. 1746|And we'd tumble down 1746|By the shining down 1746|Of our little nails 1746|To few like elves. 1746|And we'd die like beasts 1746|Out in the wind, 1746|Out in the open fields 1746|Of the little graves. 1746|We would die as men do: 1746|We would seek and find; 1746|But the world has found us 1746|And we found it never. 1746|So out in the dawn 1746|God stands by the door, 1746|Waiting to welcome 1746|Our little store; 1746|Waiting to welcome 1746|Our little flowers; 1746|Waiting for their showers 1746|And their little hours. 1746|So out in the dawn 1746|God smiles at the flowers -- 1746|Out in the morning 1746|And starts them hours -- 1746|The same as hours. 1746|The shadows of the hills 1746|Fall on our knees, 1746|The tide goes out to seek 1746|A river in the sea 1746|Of tears that fall for me 1746|For all that I can see; 1746|The shadow of the hills 1746|Fall on the heart of me, 1746|The shadow of the sea. 1746|Out in the dark alone, 1746|Without a sign, without a cry, 1746|We wander, every one, 1746|And in the night alone. 1746|I love you, O my love! 1746|With all the love I know, 1746|I love you, O my love! -- 1746|Ah! little do I care 1746|For these caresses, 1746|And this caress in the hair. 1746|So much my love for you 1746|That I must give, 1746|O love, I love you! 1746|I love you, I shall give! 1746|For this caress in the hair. 1746|Ah! little do I care 1746|For these caresses, 1746|And this caress in the hair. 1746|So much my love for you 1746|That I shall leave, 1746|O love, I leave! 1746|At the close of day 1746|When the sun burns through the western haze, 1746|And I, whose kisses are half- kissed, 1746|Go down to the sea in the west, 1746|I leave in the twilight calm and cool 1746|The weary, wearying wanderer, 1746|And the silken stays at the shut of the day 1746|Till the last star goes down, and the night has come 1746|with her, 1746|And the last bird has flown away. 1746|And I shall forget you all the day, 1746|The wet winds labour and fall their play; 1746|The dead leaves sigh and whisper and call 1746|With a vexation under the wall. 1746|I shall set in the autumn fire a bar 1746|Of litany, and you shall fling 1746|A bar of gold on the hard grey wall. 1746|There was a time when England went her way ======================================== SAMPLE 86 ======================================== it and cast it 1280|So we can pass the water. 1280|"A goodly time we have kept together, 1280|We have kept the water together, 1280|We have kept the water together." 1280|From beside the pond they made a place for herself and composed a 1280|She was singing merrily, and her voice was like her first: 1280|"O, sing, sweet robin, by the ferns, 1280|And warble, and rise again, 1280|Among the leaves, the green boughs fall; 1280|And I will sing you a good-night ball!" 1280|So she sang, and ceased singing; 1280|And singing sat and sang it, 1280|And you can hear her boat glancing 1280|Beside you on the water. 1280|She sang and sang it till the boat gave a scream, 1280|While the boat stood idle. 1280|"Oh, why does your song so enchant my heart?" 1280|"Oh, why does your song so enchant my heart?" 1280|"Oh, why is your song so enchant my heart?" 1280|"Oh, when will you make all this weary world rejoice?" 1280|"Oh, when will the days we leave so sad?" 1280|"Oh, when will your song so bright, so sweet, so glad, 1280|Fill my heart with joy and sorrow!" 1280|"Oh, to be a bird, a bough, a rose, a rose, 1280|A golden hair, a golden ear, a rose 1280|Beautiful, divine, beyond my time, 1280|The music of singing seraphim!" 1280|"O, why does your song so enchant my heart?" 1280|The song ceased, and the summer night was still, 1280|But O the charm was still more strangely sweet-- 1280|A sweet child's voice--then a voice--sadness sweet. 1280|And so into the night she stole, 1280|Into the darkness of the room... 1280|The morning, and she came to it from God. 1280|Out into the night that is 1280|Like a slim white water. 1280|It was only a breeze that blew 1280|From a garden filling the water, 1280|And a singing voice on the beach; 1280|And an echo murmured, saying: 1280|There lies no boat to its rest; 1280|Only a wandering ship, 1280|On the wild sea bound and cleaving. 1280|O, beautiful, beautiful wind, 1280|Like the sea, disconsolate sea, 1280|They have blown you by on your wings; 1280|They have melted you here-- 1280|O, you winds that sang at my door! 1280|I cannot hear 1280|The sea's sorrow, 1280|But I can see 1280|The sky 1280|As it lies 1280|And the sea in its mystery. 1280|I cannot hear 1280|The winds 1280|That sang through you, 1280|But I can know 1280|O, you sea 1280|That sings to me! 1280|But you are the wind and the sea, 1280|And the voice of the sea to my ear; 1280|And the voice of the wind that sings to me 1280|In the ears of the sea, in the ear of the sea 1280|Shall pour for me 1280|A wonderful melody. 1280|Out of the deep at the break of day, 1280|Come to me, O, sea! 1280|I am alone. 1280|But the deep is deep and the tides are few, 1280|And the tides are the breath of the ocean, too, 1280|And the heart of the sea, 1280|Beating, beating, 1280|Is as a sea 1280|Hew-deep in the bosom of the deep. 1280|Oh, you are great at the need, 1280|Oh, you are young at best! 1280|And you have become rich and fair, 1280|And you have become wise and wise, 1280|And you are strong when you climb the palm. 1280|Oh, you have become a great, 1280|Oh, you have become a great, ======================================== SAMPLE 87 ======================================== |To the sound and to the sky. 27409|Long the same bright yellow tide 27409|Shows, through rock and smoke that far 27409|Darted, ever fair and bright, 27409|'Twixt the blue unbounded night 27409|And the starless, distant night. 27409|See on either hand the hill! 27409|And it breaks in the silent sea 27409|From its roof of cloudy steel, 27409|Up the mountain-side; right thither 27409|Many a senile hoofs uppass, 27409|And halt there, with the grasshopper, 27409|In the path that winds around: 27409|And the woodlands with the sound. 27409|On the other side, whereon, 27409|Showing off the sloping shine 27409|Of the sun's last gaudy-hued, 27409|Frightened in his deep design, 27409|Like a troop of maskers, 27409|Coursing on them from the deep, 27409|Down a narrow pathway steep, 27409|Which slopes to the valley, where 27409|Many a tombstone rests midway, 27409|Mournful for the dead they tread. 27409|They have left the chapel, and 27409|Covered o'er with holy leaves, 27409|In a quiet, humble tent, 27409|That, all round about, we hear 27409|Low melodious organ-tones, 27409|While, with childish superstition, 27409|We, from out the distant skies, 27409|See the smoke, or hear the sound, 27409|Telling how our hearts were strewn 27409|With that strange unearthly-made 27409|Idea, in which we swam 27409|To the home of God. 27409|Or perchance, to wander there 27409|Through the dim and misty light 27409|Of the autumn evening air, 27409|And be sad if none can see, 27409|Through the gathering shade and gloom, 27409|That long-gone and promised land, 27409|Which the traveller sees not--where 27409|We were born and known not--where 27409|By that strange unearthly light 27409|Which, once, from the great world's sight 27409|And the world's great error, springs 27409|From the great heroic ages long 27409|Of the promise of the strong, 27409|Which the world has never known, 27409|In the ages long agone, 27409|An ideal life and light! 27409|A dream, that blossoms bright 27409|Through the summer evening's glow, 27409|As, on that bright autumn night, 27409|We saw the angel Gabriel go, 27409|With angel plumes, angel choirs, 27409|And wings of golden hair, 27409|And golden trinkets rare 27409|Of purest gold and fair, 27409|Where drops of music richly welled 27409|In the sinless airs that woo-- 27409|O'er the embers of the dead. 27409|The angel sent a radiant song, 27409|It rose and fell on a faltering tongue, 27409|With angel plumes, angel choirs, 27409|And hearts of Paradise. 27409|"The world is tired of folly," 27409|The master cried, 27409|"And God's rich blessing crowns it, 27409|And he will never hide it, 27409|While cherub hearts can hide it, 27409|The angel of his love 27409|Will plume himself above." 27409|The poet turned him over 27409|His lyre and sang full well; 27409|Through the black, misty distance, 27409|He heard afar 27409|The angelic trumpets, 27409|The ethereal voices, 27409|The angelic cheer. 27409|And, while he stood expecting 27409|His soul, the angel, saying, 27409|Through the fading mist 27409|That vanished into darkness, 27409|He heard again his song, 27409|And waked, for very joy. 27409|"I have climbed to my chamber in the night, 27409|And they sleep in the dark. 27409|I have tried to be cheerful with my white ======================================== SAMPLE 88 ======================================== with a face so true, 35287|As a pure-hearted child that lies 35287|In the peaceful calm of conscious eyes 35287|And smiles at the tears that dim 35287|The innocent smiles of simple men. 35287|I knew he loved me, dear, long ago-- 35287|The heart-strings ache with the throbbing now, 35287|The weary hands that seek to soothe 35287|The sorrow of cold, austere old age-- 35287|The childless in the father's smile! 35287|I was a child at his own hour, 35287|And I learned the arts of the busy world, 35287|In the circle of years long past, 35287|In the light of the heart of him who made me-- 35287|Not in hours like his is my memory! 35287|That one who loves me--that young one-- 35287|The only beloved one, 35287|With love so free, so true, so dear, 35287|So true as I feel the last; 35287|Ah, wherefore let me turn away? 35287|Or with the one whose love is over, 35287|In the world beyond the grave, 35287|In lonely lands that never can recover, 35287|In the star beyond the foam; 35287|In my heart a rose in his lotus rill; 35287|The one who makes me--in the world for me-- 35287|My mother's first-born daughter! 35287|When first I knew you, 35287|Old joy and joy with the sweet troubadour fill, 35287|Old laughter and love and youth together, 35287|Old dreams of fame and victory only fit to thrill. 35287|In every year, 35287|In every year, 35287|In every year, 35287|At the heart-cheering stroke of the first sounding bell. 35287|What would you find, 35287|To match with this glad kind 35287|The varied world, 35287|The brilliant sky, 35287|The blue and gold of the first sounding bell? 35287|We have learnt it of old, old men--we know them well, 35287|They all with the glory and the finality of history, 35287|They have lifted these voices of earth--we are lifted to the sky-- 35287|The spirit of the song. 35287|O singer, singers of earth--for all you have suffered for, 35287|We salute you, we love you, we love you, we bless you, we believe you, 35287|And that is the "Poet of the world," we hail you, we praise you, 35287|The prophet of the world. 35287|All the ancient gods and the feasters of iron, 35287|The poets of earth--our God's servant, and the helper of souls-- 35287|Our homage to the gods. 35287|All the unworldly wisdom of things--our own, our own, 35287|"And their faith that is holy," are written, 35287|And it is the hope that brings eternal comfort to us. 35287|He was born in Babylon, he died in Rome. Now the great and gentle 35287|He said to the poet that he never had any purpose but for praising 35287|Life's life in his quiet way 35287|For one with the poet's art 35287|And his toil and his friend's distress. 35287|His thought was to serve the ship, 35287|His talk was to sing the birds' song. 35287|His memory was noble and his sense sublime, 35287|He said it was good to be a master of all other men. 35287|Beauty and love were his to give to earth 35287|The spirit of the land. 35287|He heard the song of the stars and whispered 35287|"I cannot come to my own country," 35287|And his soul was aflame with the splendid joy of birth. 35287|The world was a poet's home, 35287|His work was there, his word, his fame, 35287|His world was free from the dust that trampled on his name. 35287|He wrote the book of the world, he wrote it, 35287|He gave the nations in turn 35287|Some beautiful, celestial thing 35287|That shone on their gladness like a single star-- 35287|A text of the prophet's vision ======================================== SAMPLE 89 ======================================== 1279|He's 'cause he's sae ter me. 1279|Och, I fear I'm wearied wi' this matter; 1279|I'll gie this toom principle, sir; 1279|A gude-gien ne'er pair'd pairies, 1279|Nor yet a' the charms o' a' the warl' 1279|How do you like the jads?--See, 1279|The kye's been at the door to, 1279|The wind whistles the door to, 1279|And the moon shines bright as ony 1279|That a' wad nae come o'er me. 1279|For it's no I like the jads, 1279|They're no I'm like a body; 1279|I'm but a nameless on the sea, 1279|I'm but a nameless on the sea; 1279|But some kind Pow'r, may be, 1279|Will be coming to me. 1279|When thou down yon dominby, 1279|Down be up a pow'rful fire, 1279|Bring me but the thrapplin' spume, 1279|Bring me but the bracken higher. 1279|In the highlands, in the country places, 1279|Where the old plain cantered 'neath the new-chum, 1279|And the new-pye grew in view, 1279|Thou, my soul, guid'st frae this journey; 1279|Thou, my soul, guid'st frae this weary body, 1279|To the last, sad, cheerless, darkness. 1279|In the lowlands, in the country places, 1279|Where the old plain cantered 'neath the new-chum, 1279|And the old plain roar'd aloud, 1279|Thou, my soul, guid'st frae this journey; 1279|In the lowlands, in the fjord, 1279|Where the old fox 'sbane 's on the wall, 1279|Thou, my soul, guid'st frae this journey; 1279|In the fjord and the hall. 1279|Where the young moon hid her face, 1279|In the deep waters' pathless chase 1279|We left the portals o'er that space 1279|That lead to realms on evergreens, 1279|Where beauty lives and life sings,-- 1279|Where the lone wolf-hound gaily fed 1279|On snowy herds, on Oxen's head, 1279|On high, upon the moon-knot led, 1279|The plaids of wool and feathers blue, 1279|Whole ages fled, but still we knew 1279|The face and hues of many a hue,-- 1279|The face of life, the hues of love, 1279|That o'er the dale of Ayr we rove, 1279|Where the lone doat keeps vigil hove 1279|Of eagles, hares, and realms above, 1279|The sires of many a green-horn'd hound, 1279|The grandsire of old Scotia's king, 1279|The grande dame of ever-young, 1279|The pride of early Rome. 1279|The hills of Toil can shield us still 1279|Frae that old foe of nations old, 1279|The Roman scarf of ancient Gaul, 1279|The bonneted brow of ancient Gaul, 1279|The lily-crowned head of modern Gaul, 1279|The eye of mild Colonus tall, 1279|The haughty nose of Tryas' Hall, 1279|The deep-set gaze of ardent Gaul, 1279|The Northern ear of ancient Gaul, 1279|The lips of ancient Gaul. 1279|The yellow evening tinges us, 1279|The rising morn affords us words,-- 1279|Then why, my dearest, wilt thou wean me 1279|From mine own village and from thee, 1279|And not anotherwhere, O Spain! 1279|Across the low, grey hills of Spain? 1279|O mother, bend thy face away, 1279|O mother, dear, before I come again! 1279|And ere thy close of day is sped, 1279|And ======================================== SAMPLE 90 ======================================== away, and let her keep at naught; 27409|Let her, she will return to earth once more, 27409|And the world does but say, leave her to her fate." 27409|Thus having said, to rouse his ire he strode, 27409|And thundering in his fiery chariot strode. 27409|The sire himself, by wrath unseatrified, 27409|O'er his broad chest determined to be bold, 27409|Against his son his ardent wrath restrains, 27409|And, thus encouraged, to the prince returns: 27409|"My son, forbear me, and in danger stay: 27409|In that affray, forbear the rage of day. 27409|I grant thee courage, if thou shrink to fight: 27409|The best and bravest of the Phrygian knight 27409|Shall find thee ready at my hands to stand, 27409|And bravely to defend thyself aright, 27409|Not unappeased in our defence and shame. 27409|What, though we suffer worse than death in fight? 27409|What boots it us, if some ill issue light? 27409|Let us pursue our fate in hard emprize; 27409|But if she shrink, why fly into these eyes? 27409|By whom have I deserved that guilty prize?" 27409|Then to the maid: "She yet remains behind 27409|To bear this daring, if she shrink not blind; 27409|But let the deed be done, and she be there, 27409|And all the fame by us, to her shall bear. 27409|Let her not tempt the wrath of heaven to stay," 27409|He answered, "while I arm, nor try the way." 27409|"Foolish (he cried), and I but urge a stay, 27409|Before thy will permit us to obey: 27409|My heart is broken, and thy hand extends 27409|To save thy life, and thou shalt help our friends." 27409|This said, the queen she gave into his arm 27409|The fairest robe that finished in the farm. 27409|She gave a courteous and exceeding grace 27409|To every part, and showed a woman's face; 27409|So well adorned in all the royal town 27409|With all the treasures of her lively gown, 27409|With all that she had ready made to deck, 27409|She promised marriage by her side to miss. 27409|At length the queen at length resolved to show 27409|Herself the occasion by her best of show; 27409|And first she bade them choose the virtuous dame, 27409|The virtuous, and the fair, and young, and dame; 27409|Then all set up a ready jennet-board, 27409|Borers and servant, pages, arms and board, 27409|Each to reward their service with respect, 27409|And by his merits as his rank appeared. 27409|Meanwhile the daughter of King Turnus went, 27409|With pleasing tales the Trojan prince to tent. 27409|The sire grew pale, with furrows on his face, 27409|His cheeks all wet with tears, and thus he said: 27409|"O daughter of that noble king, whose name 27409|On earth we know, lives, fortune, fame, and fame; 27409|In whom my father, of a bounteous mind, 27409|Is now a child, and grown a husband's slave; 27409|Whose eyes, so weeping, taught the world to see; 27409|And now with pleasing tears her eyes all twain, 27409|To meet in arms, my suitors and my train. 27409|Oft hast thou lain 'twixt me, nor left me more 27409|Than young Coroebus, and his father, hoar 27409|Envy, whose words all Troy, and Troy outpoured, 27409|With the dire trinkets of a direful god. 27409|Thus long shall Turnus for his blood repay 27409|The care, the comfort felt when he was laid 27409|In the wild woods, beside a limpid pool, 27409|Or in the shades that hide the sun, to lie; 27409|For when I think how soon his limbs will fail, 27409|I see no blood, no life his bones will slake, 27409| ======================================== SAMPLE 91 ======================================== . 1002|Hast thou a thrift ere thou go farther, 1002|Tell it not to one who lingers, 1002|Kindling love, in the fire ofato." 1002|Thus began the second canto, 1002|And then, turning towards us, Virgilius 1002|Smiled as if he my question pleased him. 1002|But Virgilius said: "Blessed are they 1002|Who have been long in mystery, 1002|And now make full the answers. 1002|Ere thou through this hadst ascended, 1002|Unto the point where to ascend it 1002|Was the most motionless and lorn. 1002|There one the other suffices, 1002|And one needs must be sighing, ever 1002|Crying, "O me! O God, Thou only! 1002|How hast thou made me worthy of Paradise?" 1002|And to the Poet said I, who perchance 1002|Was of those souls who there had breathing, 1002|That in his soul were already risen, 1002|Upward he moved, the one inflamed 1002|With pride of his own garden-life, 1002|Because the foliage of his spring-tide 1002|No more was bathed by him who usked it; 1002|Thereafterward his step proceeded; 1002|And two of us were in the fire, 1002|One crying, "I am Clotho," and the other 1002|Saying, "Love thee, Kuber!" and the other 1002|"Adieu, ye prayers of comfort!" And more 1002|The words of that just son of baptism 1002|Amended and repeated, mounting 1002|On swift and humble feet; and what he said 1002|I know not, nor how people made them, 1002|So long as he to his a spouse did merit 1002|A son and heir for his great virtue. 1002|Then he began to say, "From birth to beauty 1002|What courting offends for our kenop!" 1002|And I, who had my judgment on him, 1002|C sequence in Beatrice: "Right Aldivall 1002|Wills of his birth, that with the rest salute him. 1002|You will be made a god of gold; 1002|For he is fitting body for it always, 1002|If to be changed cannot be changeable. 1002|The other, through the eye of the great love 1002|That has assailed thee, following the senses, 1002|Is, day by day, more beautiful than moonbeams; 1002|But light soon parteth, and comes to thee, 1002|To enjoy thee such as ne'er was set; 1002|And ne'ertheless, to perfect shining in me 1002|Never was body odorous or pleasant. 1002|These, for their beauty's sake, I give 1002|To thee, for theirs thou art; and only of them 1002|Bartak shall be thy meed and praise unsought; 1002|For of myself I make my speech unbroken. 1002|But speak thou with thy mind, and listen still." 1002|The moon, belated almost unto midnight, 1002|Now made the sign of doubting unto me; 1002|And mine eyes, attusing to search in and to hold them, 1002|Fell to a level with nothing beneath it. 1002|Then circled I the body of him who was there, 1002|Somewhat and then more lukewarm I saw him; 1002|And unto my beholders bent I mine eyes. 1002|Downward my sight was not so slow nor sluggish, 1002|As the turmoil which the sound made me; 1002|Silence was pleased to leave that mighty rampart, 1002|Because the sight which had it there encumbered. 1002|Nor did the words my sense let fall discordant, 1002|Turning on both the us-mill with the lucent. 1002|To him alone there came, from the left hand 1002|One crucified, the Holy Rood of Sufas, 1002|And Beatrice turned me round, and I 1002|Another called, and even all of them 1002|By name, I in the mouths of every one seemed 100 ======================================== SAMPLE 92 ======================================== and all, were crowded 31314|Round the cosy hearth. 31314|And in silence did they 31314|Seem conducted by their choir. 31314|And a voice arose among them - 31314|And it beckoned and it beckoned, 31314|As though it were a herald 31314|To part these waiting shadows - 31314|And the voice was sad and solemn, 31314|And it seemed to look upon it. 31314|Gently it besought them kindly 31314|(Though 'twas seldom understood quite), 31314|To save them from inclement weather. 31314|"Give us some fresh roots to grow there - 31314|(Though a peasant should be blamed if 31314|I forget a place in Europe). 31314|That you also may be spared here, 31314|And you need not to be blamed for. 31314|That you have not any neighbours? 31314|'Tis not proper to be spared for." 31314|Said the good old man in the table: 31314|"Yes, by the gods, I'm contented: 31314|Still, at present my request is, 31314|And I'd give you--a good one-- 31314|The fruit you would wish for better." 31314|And here were they,--the two young o' them, 31314|With the cheeks aglow and sweet-smelling, 31314|And both the young men with the aged. 31314|Then there was an end of being, 31314|And all were silent and uncertain. 31314|But it came to pass that often 31314|The aged man spoke out so often: 31314|"Never more, sir, nor your people! 31314|You are going along like this one: 31314|In your course you must be acting, 31314|That the labour of the woman 31314|Your person should obtain for better!" 31314|But so it was with those two o' them, 31314|Who thus made themselves a council. 31314|But 'twas in vain the council summoned 31314|Each to a different party: 31314|No friends were summon'd to their camps, 31314|And marchings were not yet among them. 31314|And some sat there in doubt and argue, 31314|And others would have spoke out mildly. 31314|Many were the pioneers here, 31314|And some went forth in the daytime 31314|To meet the march of the retreating; 31314|But, after many a pause, the order 31314|They made for the march of the Sacsanach! 31314|"All that is good," they said, "is woman; 31314|But it's difficult, I fear, to find it. 31314|I'm not the woman to be frank. 31314|I've been so often so much crazed. 31314|Look around for the buck to be present, 31314|Go in with him to his martial mission! 31314|You'll see those Germans, your lieutenant, 31314|And your friend, to-morrow, also coming, 31314|To take charge of these handsome handsome handsome 31314|Rapidines, which you have been trying, 31314|Also known as "Katharine John". 31314|Also 'tis the pride of our nation 31314|That she has in her heart this power 31314|Of claiming our common advantage. 31314|What to do, she knows no fitter; 31314|When she goes, the whole world is listless. 31314|And her heart can hardly keep her, 31314|For she ne'er can go away with him; 31314|Yet she ne'er can go away with him. 31314|'Tis the Emperor rules the nation, 31314|And in this is our Emperor's power. 31314|And the best and the worst of Roman 31314|Is to give it the very strongest hour 31314|In the crisis of these days. 31314|But at present they look upon her. 31314|You are too young to love her. 31314|And you know not that your love is worthy, 31314|Nor how God makes the lot weigh too heavy; 31314|Nor how God with His angels lays sick men, 31314|Nor how He lets the people's misery settle, 31314|Nor what death-pangs hang over Galilee. 31314|For ======================================== SAMPLE 93 ======================================== by the golden hair, 27739|And by the dimpled cheek, and where 27739|The tears had been, his dearest fear 27739|Had fixed itself upon his face, 27739|And had his kisses been some trace 27739|Of his dear joy: but now he stands 27739|Before her altar; and with lifted hands 27739|Clings to his memory fondly round 27739|The image of his image. Love, thy heart 27739|Is cold, and with a pallid start, 27739|As if that hemlock stood by thee. 27739|And yet he seems to stand and look, 27739|And he is cold, and thou art nigh, 27739|The shadow of his shadow, and 27739|The shadow of his shadow, fly. 27739|Thou hast not loved him since the day 27739|When first his life took hold of thee, 27739|When his hands drooped upon thy knee, 27739|And the red wine was only dank; 27739|When thou wast only changed to bread, 27739|And only bread could make thee fair! 27739|He is now gone from us; with the world's grief 27739|And its contrivings, what dost thou now? 27739|When our eyes glistened, when the wan moon was dim, 27739|And the earth was comfortless, and dead men were none, 27739|And the hearth-stone was cold, and neither comforted us. 27739|When we waned and knew not, and our bodies burnt, 27739|And the hearth-stone was cold, and all the comfortless, 27739|And only a tear in silence the heart might kill: 27739|But when our eyes met the soul of the dead man 27739|With a look of doubt, and with a smile thereon, 27739|And, like a sun-flower, the sad thought would pass 27739|Through us, all the dead to comfort, and all their distress. 27739|When the living man was dead, they laid him so 27739|In the tent of the fair corpse, and the warm air slept; 27739|And the voice of the Spirit rose on his lips, and cried, 27739|While the Spirit rose up to speak to the living dead, 27739|"O beloved, O living Love, O changeless One, 27739|Why hast thou changest thy deathless life for a breath? 27739|Why hast thou changest thy doom for a moment's space? 27739|For a space, love, not for a moment, but for a space. 27739|"Why hast thou changest thy deathless life for a span? 27739|Lo! it is all, and all thou art. Earth and air, 27739|Are as one flower that dies, one leaf, one shrub, 27739|For a time must pass unblighted by thy spear: 27739|Why wilt thou turn from side to side, and stay 27739|As fire from the heart of the heart that dies, 27739|And not as one flame of the kindled flame,-- 27739|And not for a moment, but for the same? 27739|"Thy fate is as one flower that dies; and thou, 27739|Therefore art thou the flower, or I the fruit. 27739|Where the old thorn in ruin droops its head, 27739|Where the lone palm-tree is half-crowned with snow, 27739|Where the salt weed is withered by the worm, 27739|Where the wild bee is lost amid the clover, 27739|And only the dead leafless bough is dry 27739|And only the dead blossom that died of the tree: 27739|"Thine end is as one flower that dies; and thy end, 27739|Like the fruit that falls with spring and dies 27739|And this young tree bears but the name of the grave, 27739|As the blossom that bore it, withers and shall not save. 27739|"That a man must die when it fails to die: 27739|That a man must live when it fails to live; 27739|That the spirit may be of the world and not the sky, 27739|And only the dead leaves that die, and give place to the dead: 27739|"That a man must perish, and then be grieved andrieved 27739|To leave on earth ======================================== SAMPLE 94 ======================================== . 27770|I'll not be the sort of man that has 27770|A good opinion when I am young, 27770|For I've not yet given way before 27770|To the relief that's under the skin; 27770|I'll have to-morrow, I'll be in pawn, 27770|--And you may come with the dawn at eve, 27770|And you may go with the dawning light, 27770|Just for the deed that you're right to do; 27770|--When I'm for those who are done with me, 27770|I'll do my best for one, but you. 27770|"I will be so tender, so loving, and sweet, 27770|I'll look out and wait in the park all day, 27770|But you'll not forget us, I'll not be so fleet 27770|As long as you stand with the dawn at play, 27770|And I'm not forgot or over the way, 27770|And I don't be forgotten, over the way, 27770|I'm a mother over your mother's knee. 27770|"I've got to do something for you at home, 27770|I'll wait in my little parlor all day, 27770|I'll be gay when the dawn comes up at last, 27770|For you'll find I've a light that's brighter than day, 27770|And that's the sign that you'll be good for the way, 27770|And that's the sign that you'll be good for the day 27770|You'll be good for the dawn though I wake and see 27770|The bright folds of your Mother over me." 27770|Then she thought of herself, as a mother should, 27770|But a light in her eyes was the one thing real, 27770|So sweet and soft that she thought she would draw 27770|Some one good line further than mother could, 27770|And they were light as the white dawn seems now, 27770|And there was your mother with you and me. 27770|So sweet, so mild, and I left my own, 27770|But you'll never know me by day or by night, 27770|And I've not been to your bed in alone, 27770|And I'm not forgotten, over the way, 27770|And I'll be with you, over the day. 27770|"And the child will be dear to the old man there, 27770|And you'll never find him when night comes on 27770|But, counting, he'll call you to be his wife, 27770|And the mother that's loveliest of all the house. 27770|And I'll never look in the eyes of the boy. 27770|The shadows of night will grow deep and dim, 27770|The wind will be harsh to the child's voice I know, 27770|And the laughter will die from its mouth like snow. 27770|The stars will look down at the man that's grown old 27770|Ere he comes to the light that I hid in his eyes." 27770|So the light came back to the child at twilight, 27770|The shadows are drawn where the fire-smell fell, 27770|But she lies on her bed and I cannot tell 27770|(For I'm going to think of things hitherto) 27770|What the shadows will feel when the Christmas Day 27770|Lies over the Christmas Eve in the light of the fire. 27770|The Christmas Day's Workmen 27770|When you've done a bit of presenting things with a count-- 27770|When the snow comes down on the country floor and the trees bow low, 27770|And the wind brings the snow to the open kitchen below, 27770|When it brings the spring to the open window and the walls show low, 27770|Oh! how happy you are with the white of your ancient curls, 27770|And how great you are with the joy of the Christmas round, 27770|When the old bell rings at the end of the street, 27770|When there's music enough from the hangman's axe, 27770|And good little Edgeshammers cheerly to do the can, 27770|And the little parson bestows on us good things-- 27770|Then to the can, good fellow! I can't say more; 27770|For the road that is winding, its length is lying so nice before, 27770|And there's work to be ======================================== SAMPLE 95 ======================================== the day. 24869|The night is fled: I cannot bear 24869|The keen consuming pain: 24869|A thousand years of grief and care 24869|Aye follow fast and stay, 24869|And though I languish, still am blest, 24869|Still in my anguish stay.” 24869|Canto XXI. Lakshman’s Speech. 24869|He ceased: then Raghu’s son repressed 24869|The sovereign of the giant kind, 24869|And thus with soothing words unsoft 24869|To Ráma Rávaṇ spake: 24869|“Come, with thy brother Lakshmaṇ, friend, 24869|And Lakshmaṇ, and the dame agree. 24869|Thou in the woods shalt soon be found 24869|And bathed in pleasant waters clean; 24869|Where thou shalt sit, and rest, and save, 24869|Well clad in coats of bark and hide, 24869|What days, what nights, what hours will pass 24869|That thou in holy heaven mayst see 24869|Thy darling with her night-made tressed 24869|Far from the forest. Thence will spring 24869|Sweet smells of pleasantness and light 24869|And bliss from the celestial string. 24869|Thence on the ground shalt thou be borne 24869|O’er the bare earth, O Queen Mosteer, 24869|And on the fresh bright earth where thou 24869|Shalt sit in state with Queen Sítá, 24869|In glorious heaven the nights and days 24869|Thou wilt be rapt by the great bliss 24869|E’en as the Lord of Gods is hearkening. 24869|The nights and days are thine, O best 24869|Of giant lords, and I, the best 24869|Of all who love the Lord of Lords, 24869|Whose might can turn the firmament, 24869|Whose might can sway the leafy bowers 24869|And turn each flower and leaf and bower 24869|To holy joy and blissful flowers. 24869|Ah me, the languorous days are come, 24869|And not a moment shall I see 24869|The happy days of Ráma’s Queen 24869|Far from the light that round her glows, 24869|And marked with darkening leaves and boughs. 24869|Ah, whither would her steps be turned, 24869|And where the woodman’s art had burned? 24869|Ah, whither would her steps be bent 24869|To turn her toil-worn heart once more, 24869|When all her hours were joy and peace, 24869|And all her hopes were set on store? 24869|Ah, let thy soul be comforted, 24869|Let trembling fancy still excuse 24869|The burden of a weary time 24869|That mars a saintlike life and use. 24869|Ah, if thy love were still the same 24869|That now I watch with toil and pain, 24869|That I could be for aid or flame, 24869|Could not my heart and bitterer gain.” 24869|And Lakshmaṇ to the forest came 24869|And told his tale with welcoming. 24869|He saw the tree where he was set 24869|With burning buds and leaves beset. 24869|He saw the tree where he was brought 24869|By Sítá of the glittering thought, 24869|And when the leaves were fallen, he 24869|Spoke of his lord the tallest be. 24869|“O Lakshmaṇ, I the deer will slay 24869|From thicket, cave, and mountain gray, 24869|Ere long shall I this forest seek, 24869|And Lakshmaṇ in the covert seek. 24869|O’er hill and wood the Vánar bands 24869|And watch the beasts of wood and sands.” 24869|He spoke: and Lakshmaṇ’s love obeyed 24869|Nor did he speak as he was prayed. 24869|Upon the spot he laid him down: 24869|And then he sought the shades of brown 24869|Where dwell the monkey-kind, and nigh 24869|His homestead Ráma kept to die ======================================== SAMPLE 96 ======================================== 26333|The long and darning royal town. 26333|And as I wandered by the night 26333|I dreamed a dream to me was sweet; 26333|And so I whispered with my heart 26333|How great a gift had this man's kiss; 26333|But do not, do not, do not scorn,-- 26333|Though I should die to make you blest, 26333|I am a Queen,--a pretty son,-- 26333|A loving King,--a lovely Ma! 26333|An angel came, and kissed my brow, 26333|And said, 'I can't go now, I vow; 26333|I'm home again if I should stay. 26333|I'll roam as long as I'm a child, 26333|Or else I'll die to make the rule 26333|For men and horses when I'm old 26333|And I can never serve a gold 26333|Unless I do that very same. 26333|I can't go now without a laugh, 26333|Unless I do, but try to fly; 26333|I'll leave two loaves upon my shelf, 26333|And sixpence in my poke and me. 26333|But I'll not go, I'll stay at home 26333|Unless I do, and try to fly; 26333|My treasures these shall surely pay. 26333|For I'll not go a-bed, I'll stay! 26333|And after I've been seven, may 26333|A dream come true--a dream, to me. 26333|It's not so long since I was born, 26333|Or little, or much older than you are! 26333|I cannot tell the reason why; 26333|Maybe I know it all would be 26333|If I could only live with you. 26333|I want no gold, nor anything. 26333|I'd rather you should never know 26333|That I could hold all Heaven in trust 26333|So long as I have you. 26333|But this will only come to me, 26333|If I but hold one certain bar 26333|That I must cut the bar, and try 26333|To hang that dream on Poverty. 26333|It is too funny to recite the whole story: 26333|I knew the little tricks of being a boy, 26333|And used to hold all eyes and talk with Darby; 26333|But how I got used to it is not a safe way, 26333|Though all the time I was a spendthrift, Darby. 26333|My father was called the 'Hitchi'-band', 26333|The Devil named 'Living-space,' 26333|The Devil named 'Star' and 'Star.' 26333|They called _Star_ instead of _Lights of Night_. 26333|I didn't change me when I was a boy, 26333|But when I was a boy I learned to laugh. 26333|And then I was a spendthrift, Darby. 26333|When I was but a little lad, 26333|I learned to dance and to sing, 26333|And to dance at common or fair in the world 26333|That morning I learned to drop my pate, 26333|The same to every one of them. 26333|And all my life long, gay or grave, 26333|They said, 'Life is not very long'; 26333|O the selfish Heavens! O the Furies! 26333|O the Devil'saed! 26333|I know it! 26333|There's a man that makes a show of his waste 26333|One little hole in the groun', 26333|And he says, 'You'll lose your pelf', 26333|But you'll eat your pelf, you know, 26333|While the fat of the rattlesnake.'" 26333|"You are mine, in various lands and in some fair, 26333|Where the prairie-valley's voice and the prairie-valley's air 26333|Take my heart, as I sing in my fancy, in tones, of the 26333|blessing 26333|Lightly flitting, lightly springing 26333|Swift through the open door of the caboose." 26333|She has left me,--she has left me,-- 26333|And I dream an hour, as I muse, 26333 ======================================== SAMPLE 97 ======================================== in the sun, and with himself made one. 615|She, 'mid those others, and alone, as thou 615|Wast present, and in memory shall be, 615|Loving and gentle, of that goodly band, 615|Whence sprang Egeria of Iberia's land; 615|And where the valiant, and who for my sake 615|Amphive, and of whose, he left a debt, 615|She left behind; nor to the rest should rest, 615|But that the monarch had bethought him, best 615|Of all, beneath his eyes to gaze intense: 615|For he had made all goodly for his guide 615|In such a presence for the lady's eyes, 615|For in his heart of hearts a treasured store, 615|And in his bosom rich beyond all lore. 615|For this was he whose worth in future age 615|Was not unknown to any, which his lore 615|Took upon subject nature, from the page, 615|That in his page in every place was placed. 615|So was Rogero viewed with all the rage 615|Through which he bore her ever from that woe; 615|And, though he well believed in her the prize, 615|And that she was but by Rogero known, 615|Yet would he not have lost his female guise 615|When she the Child's, in all a lover's zone. 615|If she had seen the monarch, she would know. 615|She would have said, "the good Rogero knows, 615|Nor to desire that he should have more thought 615|Alone to love her would his longing rose; 615|Because the Child so little can be taught 615|To love and play, he shall be well content, 615|For little can he ever to love grow; 615|"And, if he ever to the maid would prove 615|In passing to my thought that I was near, 615|That he should bear more joyous usage due 615|In winning of me, than by me he'd steer 615|The course he would; and, in good time, beside 615|I to Rogero wends my way; so clear 615|I see the usage-place, that he will die 615|Ere he has given me leave to leave the sky." 615|While with such converse each to other made, 615|That they so well could hear the enmities, 615|She to Rogero's rescue was betrayed, 615|And found, with all her power and profit, staid: 615|Her barge the monarch landed with that band 615|Of hermit-folk, which in his mountain hies, 615|On an ill-armed and valiant cavalier, 615|Bold Flordelice, and that well-wrought dame, 615|The daughter of the king, with whom he came. 615|Nor would Rogero in that strife agree, 615|Save that he sought her side by Leo's wave; 615|And with a love so fierce a flame to speed, 615|He could not fail to make her love his slave; 615|Nor can he do it, and so much, so smite. 615|Yet to be taken, not so much would have 615|Done the Child, who had loved him so, that she 615|Sought him in peril, and upon this day, 615|With Guido; who at last her ground maintain; 615|And by the cruel fang would have restrained, 615|Befitting him her knight and churl, no jade. 615|She to that elder had so sought him, he 615|Might no man other in the world have seen. 615|To think that she already had espied 615|The warrior good Rogero in that queen, 615|Who would have given her to see him rowed ashore, 615|When her Rogero had not overthrown; 615|As he had bidden, he, like as the wind, 615|Roved thither where he would, the billows tinged. 615|But with such angry menace, rage, and strife 615|Bewrayed Rogero: "Woe is me, that ye 615|'Mid waters hot, so far from my desire 615|I never shall behold one so well fraught; 615|But, if I suffer not to give one sight, 615|Nor wearied by the fearful reek of flame, 615|That should have caused me this perpetual fight, 615|I'll give the victory to ======================================== SAMPLE 98 ======================================== and the mirthful dance 20586|When my dear mother all alone 20586|Wears the last wreath upon her brow, 20586|My father, my dear husband now, 20586|My bosom is his sepulchre. 20586|It will be sweet to lose the heart 20586|If with it any throbbing start, 20586|But it will still be sweet to feel 20586|That death has a more happy seal. 20586|And sweeter to a heart untried 20586|Than this in all its past career, 20586|When the brave, faithful BERTHO, died, 20586|And his fair BERTHO, last and best 20586|Unconsciously laid down his rest. 20586|"She whom I oft have seen in grief 20586|For him, and who may hope to live 20586|Before his face, in this sad grief, 20586|Is gone;--to-day I feel myself 20586|Alive amid the shades of grief. 20586|"And yet I mourn not, in this place, 20586|That he, who now is lying low, 20586|Who loves and longs for BERTHO'S race, 20586|The only one have felt my woe. 20586|"Why have I not a thought of him 20586|My sorrow can destroy, and naught 20586|Can soften the cold cold of him 20586|Who loves, and longs for BERTHO nought?" 20586|"And why should I, dear mother, ask 20586|For one short moment of my care, 20586|Of him returning to the task 20586|That waits me in the world to share?" 20586|"Thou wilt not do thy duty, friend, 20586|And me thy zeal shall now subdue 20586|Until thyself, with sweet content 20586|Thy little feet have o'er us two." 20586|"And if you do that which I do, 20586|O pray that I may know it true, 20586|When from my lips I pour the dew 20586|Of gratitude for this poor word, 20586|I might reveal it to his lord, 20586|Or I would tell him it to DIEVENS." 20586|"Not so, for all the sweet sweet words 20586|That through my heart are sounding, 20586|Were meant to stay my heart for long, 20586|Were meant to cheer me in the wrong. 20586|And, should he come again, O wife, 20586|Although he comes no more, 20586|Still shall my love still hope to life, 20586|And still my falling tear be clinging. 20586|"I would not check my lord's command, 20586|Nor his command to comfort-- 20586|Dear maiden, may these tidings be 20586|Small pity that my heart is free. 20586|O, if that weight of sorrow's fall, 20586|And death, and sickness, come to all, 20586|I pity thee, nor pity him; 20586|For all our care, or ill, and toil, 20586|Our burdens are but thankless care; 20586|And, so contented may we be, 20586|He seeks us nobly as he can." 20586|"My love, my love, my heart, I cannot love as I love thee; 20586|Thou canst teach me the duties that others below do; 20586|'Tis not the least thing I do, but the joy in my doing: 20586|No lover of earth or of sea in my breast doth know 20586|The pain it is bringing to sorrow; I know it is vain 20586|To love it, because there is something I do not disdain." 20586|"I am not a woman to love, as thy love is, unloving, 20586|Who never is proud of my love, though I do not adore thee; 20586|I have wooed thee the matchless, as 'twas a knight's glory; 20586|But I do not follow thee now, and still, though I prize thee; 20586|The love I do know no man can compass my sorrow, 20586|For I swear by the cross on my lips, though I do not see, 20586|That if I die I shall never return from my sorrow, 20586| ======================================== SAMPLE 99 ======================================== _." 20956|"No, thank you, no, it is my death; 20956|You're out to your bed, 'ittle your breath; 20956|My cruel father he was slain, 20956|My cruel mother beat the chain. 20956|Away, away, like cattle flies the horse-- 20956|What will you do, my brave old dame?" 20956|"My sword, good-morrow, friend, you see," 20956|Said little Thora; 20956|"If you cannot bear the name, 20956|You must bear it, Bo-ho!" 20956|"And you were nursed at the Christmas cross, 20956|And nursed a cradle, too, 20956|And there you shall lie down, stone-dead, 20956|And the Christmas chum had do-not." 20956|"Then we will kiss again," she said, 20956|"And then we will sing again, my dear! 20956|Then we will drink from every cup 20956|That the poor Yule-log has clutched up." 20956|"Thanks," said the Baron, "and a good 20956|Fellow who did this." 20956|"I did not think you had," she said, 20956|"Your father was a traitor! 20956|You had been a good, true, faithful wife, 20956|And then was basely whipt away." 20956|"O that was base!" said the Baron to her, 20956|Baba--"I had no other! 20956|"You thought I had been to blame, O God! 20956|But now you thought you were a lady. 20956|"What! _they_ were coming in!" she said, 20956|"With such devils, such fiends, and Christians! 20956|They brought them to the court!--'tis plain, 20956|I hear, alas! I have not any brains, 20956|But at this moment of dire dissolution, 20956|These wicked people will all bewail." 20956|"No, thanks to Allah," the Abbot said, 20956|"I know you rightly," the Abbot replied; 20956|"No wicked look you look at, 'tis plain; 20956|But--_people_--a very few must be. 20956|"The worst of all is the sin of the Lord 20956|And of what vile guilt the sin has been! 20956|But yours, as I'll have you the first time 20956|To pay the honours of your Queen." 20956|With that she moved the matter, before 20956|The good priest's table with the bread and meat; 20956|Her wedding-chamber with the mass she had; 20956|And of the matter was made a feast. 20956|It was very good, and a merry feast, 20956|Such as her servants prepared at her feet. 20956|And she sat, in her sorrow, at last, 20956|On the wall, and she gave the guest room--a chest 20956|And a wooden purse--where she sat concealed. 20956|Then all the holy water she cast 20956|On the fire with her holy hothen; 20956|And she felt it hot on her finger-nails, 20956|And she sighed, "O my lord, so blest!" 20956|She stood a moment yet, and then 20956|She arose, and she softly said, 20956|"What can I do to a wedding here, 20956|That a man cannot marry a lady? 20956|"I'll go unto the wedding--no! 20956|And there I'll watch the priests and wait. 20956|And when the bride should come, it will be 20956|The last at the wedding I'll hang upon." 20956|"Oh, no, oh, no!" the Abbot said. 20956|"I will hang until the ring is out." 20956|_From a charcoal drawing by_ M. L. BOWER.] 20956|_From a charcoal drawing by_ FRENCHIE R. HARRISCOE.] 20956|_I have often thought to see_ 20956|_That men who can't at all go free_ 20956|_From a gentleman out _for_ liberty, 20956|And that he knows, that he is free to own, 20956|And that a lady ======================================== SAMPLE 100 ======================================== from his breast away, 38475|And his last libation poured in vain, 38475|He felt the tempest in a moment swell, 38475|He sought a spot amid the lightning's glare, 38475|To rest awhile upon his native air. 38475|What then, if heaven some patriot virtue boasts, 38475|To make men suffer when they've lost their names; 38475|If yet some patriot virtue he can feel, 38475|Deny his country in her need too much, 38475|And fill his bosom with her new-found joys, 38475|Then may the patriot live to raise his thoughts, 38475|And bind his country with a lasting tie, 38475|And, wheresoe'er he walks upon the plain, 38475|Still have the patriot's sacred cause in vain. 38475|No more, surveying his ideal right, 38475|A fancied empire shall he lay his own, 38475|Nor in the depths of some aspiring scheme 38475|Reflect his country's image shall be shown; 38475|Or shall he, doubtful of the power he owns, 38475|Disdain his own brave efforts, and disown 38475|The doubtful gleam that fires his bosom's light, 38475|Then, when his country's cause he plans to try, 38475|And in a moment shall be his conveyance, 38475|May heaven protect him and relieve his woe, 38475|And heal the orphan's universal woe. 38475|O Liberty, the patriot's sure defence! 38475|True to the man who fears a tyrant's eye, 38475|Preserve thy rights, and own his glorious cause, 38475|And yield the haughty title to a lie. 38475|No longer now on mean estate depend, 38475|And England owns thy sovereign vital force, 38475|And her best sons succeed to guard her laws, 38475|Or her best sons bestow a deedless course. 38475|Now, from that happy climate freedom's hope had birth, 38475|And made one day a milder country bleed, 38475|To the great cause that gave her aid is given, 38475|And to mankind one sure reward is even, 38475|Whilst I, perhaps, to distant climes must speed. 38475|To the same cause who has the cause to join? 38475|What foes against mankind may rise to arms, 38475|Boldly they fight, in actions of design, 38475|Yet all the same, and every day they charms. 38475|Ah, Washington! who can thy cause design? 38475|What can the nation do, or me, subdue, 38475|But still go on, in humbling folks admire! 38475|That we may praise thy conduct, that we fire, 38475|And for thy conduct many a hero dare, 38475|That we may rise, and cast the tyrants down, 38475|And tyrants fall, and fall the people crown! 38475|O, cease our praise, we greatly need thee call, 38475|Who art our country, and our queen the Fane, 38475|We too could stand, with England's need, so small; 38475|And all our efforts made to meet the main. 38475|No king but thine, of all superior men, 38475|In peace, in war, or war, of life complain, 38475|No tyrant of the land but thine remain, 38475|Nor think thyself, not destitute of life, 38475|But in thy own distressing fate to thrive. 38475|For, from the day, the issue came to thee, 38475|From that great age not thine, but age to come, 38475|Incontinent as thou hast lived: and he, 38475|Who from the world first learned thy lesson, see 38475|Athens, the source of life, began to be. 38475|See then how great, how strong, in nature's plan, 38475|The chain of native strength, the tyrant's chain! 38475|In that new world there is no such again; 38475|There great, there happy, endless happiness. 38475|But from that hour, how soon these fleeting years 38475|(Time called a century or so forgot) 38475|Were by his cares destroyed, when by his toils, 38475|The active, ardent, ardent English Frank 384 ======================================== SAMPLE 101 ======================================== |And on the ground, where they had stood, 19096|I saw a bird, like any bird. 19096|A bird, like that which lived on sand, 19096|So like to live at large and tall; 19096|Nor on that hill, nor in that land, 19096|Was seen a figure on the cloud. 19096|It came down from the sky so vast, 19096|With feathers like a bird's, and loud 19096|The music of his pinions spread 19096|And caught them up from sight and head. 19096|It flew along the sea-like air, 19096|And from the heavens above it flew, 19096|The sight of the all-seeing sun 19096|Gazed, and the same his towery head. 19096|And all these things the child may see, 19096|Save one, that in his course must bear 19096|The message of his destiny; 19096|So, through the cloud, the arrow flew, 19096|The bird's and in the shape it flew. 19096|And who shall say that, ere the sun 19096|Had reached that quarter of the sky, 19096|The world had bound her to his one, 19096|And sun and moon were known to lie 19096|In one eternal unconfined, 19096|Unfevered, unreined, alone, 19096|And man was born, and he was Man; 19096|He was both Man and Man, in man 19096|Endow'd with beauty, health, and grace, 19096|The unsown God, who did increase 19096|The loveliness of his increase: 19096|He was the Eye to mark and taste, 19096|The Eye to serve and to possess. 19096|Who else, that such as he should be, 19096|Should feel the terror of his face, 19096|And tremble at the hand that smote, 19096|And sink beneath the sweeping trade, 19096|As in the shadow of a dream? 19096|Nay, fear him not! his doom was nigh, 19096|The deep earth yawn'd beneath his tread; 19096|He was a King--and shall he die, 19096|When this one hour shall roll away? 19096|'Mid wind and thunder, sleep and fear, 19096|He was an emperor, of pure truth 19096|A mighty monarch, and the fear 19096|Of danger was upon his youth; 19096|A power on earth, in heavens above, 19096|That sent them into bonds, and made 19096|Their home within a happy land, 19096|Where happy nations might at peace 19096|Remain, unmoved by storm or strife. 19096|So he, to lead the captive on 19096|His journey to some far-off clime, 19096|With all his power to guard the throne 19096|And power of nations. 19096|So, stern King, thine anger, once a world, 19096|Have swept the world from end to end; 19096|And the wild nations they had ruled 19096|Have felt oppression's angry wing 19096|Crush every nation; 19096|And in their pride alone, 19096|Whose empire was their sole revenge, 19096|They dared not hope the free to change, 19096|But, when the strong and full-grown strength 19096|And majesty had ripened into strength, 19096|Discouraged armies, from their height 19096|Drew in the distance, then, it seemed, 19096|One mighty army, for the strength 19096|Of all the world, to him alone 19096|Was mightier than a thousand suns; 19096|And he himself had strength to rise 19096|And make his nation one vast realm 19096|Of freedom, and she ruled, a queen, 19096|An absolute dominion she 19096|Had chosen, as of old, the power 19096|Of his to hold the world. 19096|The power which man obey'd, 1909 ======================================== SAMPLE 102 ======================================== , who with me shall go 24869|For the great work which all shall know.” 24869|With her soft arms upon her chest 24869|The lady lay, her cheek bedewed 24869|With gathered flowers, whose glossy red 24869|With the soft tears of love were shed; 24869|Then, when his eager speech was done, 24869|Rose from her lap her lord o’erjoyed, 24869|And, with glad shouts that joyous crew, 24869|The people to their rest withdrew. 24869|Soon as the saintly words were said 24869|The lady rose again and fled. 24869|And Ráma asked her where she lay 24869|In her fair home from banishment. 24869|“’Tis in the world” she cried, “and I 24869|With Lakshmaṇ, peer of high degree, 24869|And Lakshmaṇ, with my brother, see 24869|How all my power is dispelled by thee.” 24869|When thus the mighty lady spake 24869|He to the king the queens replied, 24869|Sitting beneath the royal shade 24869|Who of the three was king and maid, 24869|With her to the high place where the three 24869|Gave worship, Ráma came. 24869|When she the prince in heaven had seen 24869|Bright from the heavenly sphere she viewed 24869|Fair Sítá clasping in her arms 24869|A hermit whom she loved the best 24869|And honoured as the Heavenly priest, 24869|Forth to her mother’s bower she sped, 24869|And there reclined upon the bed. 24869|Canto XCII. Bharat’s Farewell. 24869|Then Bharat to Kaikeyí cried 24869|With gentle words, “Again be tried, 24869|Once more the queen in duty join 24869|To give me, Raghu’s son, her mind.” 24869|Kauśalyá, by her prayers addressed, 24869|To the black monarch, like an elephant, 24869|Bowed down with reverence, on his feet 24869|Went forth upon the very street, 24869|With his bright eyes around him bent 24869|As he his onward journey sent. 24869|He brought his sandals by his side, 24869|And then, by hand of royal power 24869|Guiding his way, by easy side 24869|Obedient to their master’s will 24869|Upon the glorious path he sped 24869|Bearing the lady far and near, 24869|So dark and terrible she fled. 24869|Still on the mountain, whose dark brow 24869|O’erhangs the earth, the lady lay 24869|Faint with the pangs of death to know 24869|Through life’s long journey, dark and drear, 24869|Like stars that dimly show the sphere. 24869|Then Bharat with his brother round 24869|To King Kauśalyá, all gave one 24869|His arms as to her arms she bound, 24869|And then with Bharat thus she cried: 24869|“I see that mighty saint who, tried 24869|By folly, lives in exile here: 24869|He loves each herb that grows beside, 24869|And is a stranger still to fear. 24869|Of Bharat once I thought him true: 24869|Now we must leave him to repose, 24869|Or, if our sire his pleasure seek, 24869|No longer will we linger here. 24869|A noble king, I ween, ne’er told 24869|Such deeds as Bharat gave of yore. 24869|No prince of ours is he, I ween, 24869|Who will not be a stranger then: 24869|He is a stranger to the vows 24869|Of all who tread his path of spouse, 24869|And, being banished, has his life 24869|Of penance for a crime so vile. 24869|The monarch of the earth, I ween, 24869|Will surely die ere both are seen. 24869|But O, if thou from duty swerves, 24869|And duty’s call has been ======================================== SAMPLE 103 ======================================== . 35991|For I would have been born, and if the thing 35991|Was that which I was born, and if the thing 35991|Was not that which is to be. But I would be 35991|More merciful to God than I am now. 35991|Let me go down upon my knees and think 35991|Of what I am, and turn my eyes from that 35991|Of the Euphrates which struck in my belief. 35991|For what is this? God is not born, but must 35991|Be born. He cannot die, and yet not die, 35991|Nor ever see the changes of the sun 35991|Until he ripens. He must go to work 35991|And eat acorns and live corn and drink 35991|At Joachim, and not be poor until 35991|He knows himself: that is the life of man. 35991|To be the ox that I must feed this day, 35991|To make a bee-hive of the precious things 35991|God lays upon my head and I will see 35991|How my life goes on; I will go down 35991|And finish what my eyes have said to me. 35991|They try to tell me that they still believe 35991|In Heav'n, but in the dead of night. I fear 35991|No man: the dead I must live. Go down! 35991|_My God_, _my God, I will go down among the dead 35991|To that where I shall fail, and when I die 35991|To bear the body out of Hell, not live._ 35991|_God_, _I shall die from my soul to the bottom, 35991|Or rather not. I shall go down to live, 35991|To die by death if I desire. 35991|_Eve._ To die, 35991|To die by death and find my soul become 35991|Not even God himself is God! I will 35991|Live after Christ, that I may not be loath 35991|To go before him in all men's sight. 35991|Will they regard my actions, hear my speech, 35991|When I shall reach the soul's goal? There is one 35991|Will guard me, and be good. When these are gone, 35991|I will leave them to their pain. 35991|_Adam._ I will. 35991|But why not, Eve? I will not leave them thus 35991|Till God maketh me their spirit-mate. 35991|Who lives to-day? My work will be to-morrow, 35991|Which is to cover up my soul from death. 35991|There is a better soul through worlds and ages 35991|Shall raise these limbs that suffer and shall die. 35991|The darkness will not come, and after life 35991|I shall be led to bear with him to death. 35991|_Eve._ Stay. 35991|Thou shalt not kill my soul if thou slayst Jesus. 35991|To prove these men are all a coward. They have killed 35991|The flesh of the child Jesus. All that they have done-- 35991|My soul, for my salvation--they have taken 35991|My child and given it me, though I have lost it. 35991|_Adam._ Hear my true-love. 35991|My angel, God knows. When thou hast called the spirits 35991|To take thy life, be they my meat or my blood, 35991|The body and the spirit is nothing save 35991|The spirit. Yet I know and love the flesh. 35991|It is ======================================== SAMPLE 104 ======================================== -bearing, with his arms away. 38468|"I saw before me, in that sight doth lie 38468|My son, that here doth his last bed deny, 38468|Before the corpse his limbs he has laid up in hell;" 38468|Thereto made answer, the warrior stern and bold. 38468|"Nay, brother Hagan, shall it not be told 38468|How I and his dear hence to Raven ferry'd go 38468|In a foul land, the deep forest to espy, 38468|Fertil with me, who many a death lament I know?" 38468|"E'en so it would be," Rudeger replied at last, 38468|"If any wish to learn this matter of past 38468|And future days, if I had been alive 38468|To judge the risks of all our race and realm, since when 38468|They leave me here, I'll keep it as I have my life." 38468|"My name is Sir Bethlem", replied the king, 38468|"Nay, were he mine, I'd have it so forsworn, 38468|But, by the Lord of Rhineland, he has faith 38468|That when I die, I'll ever keep it for my own." 38468|"No! I am young and noble," Gernot made reply, 38468|"But now my sword is keen and some sword may lie 38468|On my flesh to so great virtue shown to-day. 38468|Yet, be it my renown to serve God, that I may 38468|Win glory with a worthy kinsman dear. 38468|I'll do so yet, and in such honor too, 38468|As may a right good knight, for present help I pray." 38468|"That will I soon," said Rudeger, "for in sooth 38468|My soul will never venture to forsake, 38468|But for this death I'll lay the proud Prince dead. 38468|And for the sake of him he long'd to learn, 38468|His son, the noble margrave, both for good 38468|And for fair honor, he must to the Rhine 38468|Be sent, and there for my dear father seek." 38468|Thereto replied King Etzel, "You must hear 38468|So many days, my friends, through your good faith 38468|In this your sorrows, but the woe I fear 38468|Will ne'er at all your honor more return." 38468|The knights were seated all around, the folk all three, 38468|For audience meetly, and the king began, 38468|"What needs this weight? In a trice a crown we gain, 38468|But for the sake of truth, our future fate, 38468|We're doomed to death, that death may find us soon. 38468|Be it ours to perish gloriously, but no." 38468|"That will I do, fair Rudeger!" the king replied, 38468|"And let me own, that Rudeger is of mine own; 38468|I am a brother's child, and have but one, 38468|And all my wealth besides, and all my lands are one." 38468|Then to the margrave spake King Etzel's wife, 38468|"Fair queen and mother, be not left unquailing; 38468|But we will fight as long as we have life, 38468|And take good strength of warriors, well we'll join in fighting. 38468|"Thee with the men we'll fight, and all the country round, 38468|Well shall you, noble margrave, honor meet, 38468|That I with mine companions once again 38468|So much have done, as you were foeman all. 38468|Here in this hall of prowess will we all 38468|Hold the wide-wayed welkin, and the hall of Etzel's land, 38468|The morions set to sun, when they come round again. 38468|Your noble liegemen's deeds for none will you blame. 38468|To-day of all the wide dominion Etzel gave. 38468|That will I do, this honor will I hold; 38468|And now to-morrow's day, the next to come, 38468|Of this great feast, will you the brethren greet, 38468|That you have guests in hall and country known. 384 ======================================== SAMPLE 105 ======================================== ."--Ben Jonson 2619|"I cannot tell," the Poet said, 2619|"Come what may very few men do." 2619|All raised. 2619|"A man's reach should exceed inaedine," I said, 2619|"To reach a man's reach, if there's something in it." 2619|"He's a very good feller," I said, 2619|"And the parson himself. But I've heard him say, 2619|He was born at Stratford in one July, 2619|And died at Yule."--Ben Jonson 2619|"He is very good feller," I said, 2619|"And he's plenty of money, I'll grant him's more plenty of rags, 2619|And ten thousand more gentlemen!" 2619|I was up the piazza 2619|At break of day, 2619|A horseman came and called me, 2619|A man of the way. 2619|With a whistle shrill and sudden, 2619|I heard a man: 2619|They stood up in alarm, 2619|With their eyes aflame; 2619|I'll tell him the secret, 2619|We have a horse to ride, 2619|Then why pursuit the horses? 2619|By the course of the day, 2619|And the way of the way, 2619|They have ridden a thousand mornings 2619|In the hot and still day. 2619|They have ridden the half of the day, 2619|With the wind blowing free, 2619|And the cool wet roof of the sky, 2619|And the white neck of the sea. 2619|And I heard the man's voice, I thought, 2619|In accents of scorn: 2619|"Oh, ye de'il tak the horse, he's a madman, 2619|And to drag him down here is to drag ye, 2619|Or to drag ye, ye lee thieves, 2619|But, for God, we reck nought! 2619|Oh, sirs, we reck nought! 2619|At morn we'll save him, we'll drive him, 2619|And with all our speed, 2619|He'll be first to the black as the lightning, 2619|Or first to the black, and then to the white, 2619|And then to the black, if the weather be warm 2619|And no better, pray God to keep him safe here 2619|In the nest of a lion, with his blood flowing free; 2619|For he shall be master then, 2619|And we'll whip him, the horse, if the wind blow free. 2619|And the horse will be tired, he's sick, he must ride, 2619|And he's weary at last, if he gets to the swift, 2619|And we'll whip him, the horse, if the wind blow free. 2619|"Now, sirs, now, sirs, let's mount, for we go the other way; 2619|There they take the turnpike road, and there they'll take the 2619|cut; 2619|There they'll give us the slip-rails, and there we'll drink before 2619|On this very day, sirs, they are the turnpike road 2619|That is seldom they'll travel, for it is to go full long: 2619|But we're beaten--you know we'll be going to die." 2619|By the time the horse's hoofs 2619|Come out of their lair, 2619|She sat down by the roadside, 2619|She sat down by the chair, 2619|She drank from her glass, 2619|And I couldn't tell her what she meant by that, 2619|But I got my head turned back, and I couldn't tell, 2619|For I knew that my words were some more than they said; 2619|So I mounted the back road, and I didn't know why, 2619|But I got my head turned back, and I got it right clear, 2619|And I got it wrong, and I got it wrong here. 2619|I got it wrong here, and I got it safe out there! 2619|So I mounted the back road, and I didn't know why, 2619|And the very first thing I got I heard ======================================== SAMPLE 106 ======================================== |And the King laughed out, and went on drinking 1382|And the Maid with yellow locks in frenzy 1382|Shrank away from him and vanished by. 1382|And they told her all the story 1382|Of the Damsel that she knew 1382|With eyes that held the secret 1382|Between the wiles of Anakim. 1382|She rose and turned her face away 1382|As the King's daughter said 1382|The tale she'd told him of her beauty 1382|And the wanton, cruel and gay. 1382|And the tale she ran upon told her 1382|As the King told, and the tale 1382|She would not hear again. 1382|And that she went alone from him; 1382|And that the King must send 1382|Her down to hell with her; and that 1382|Is why I cannot thank him for this, 1382|And that it was a shame . . . 1382|But I tell you all, 1382|They told it now to the King! 1382|As he stood in the meek empery 1382|And said, "You go, so leave me!" 1382|Because he had not heard them 1382|Raising the word a glance 1382|Examining the man had said, 1382|But all the time he muttered. 1382|And the name sank. Like one betrayed 1382|They would not be forgiven 1382|To the King and the tale he'd had 1382|His heart to think of leaving 1382|Under the alien sky 1382|The dawn-rose, one red, one living 1382|There in the city of death 1382|With the king. 1382|Thenceforth they went where no man tarried. 1382|For ever, and in time, 1382|From the hour that was to the dawning 1382|One had known the face of the King, 1382|And the story that it told of. 1382|And the tale was told as is due, 1382|Only the name in it 1382|Lives in the heart's sweet secrets, 1382|And its lovers are happy and wise, 1382|And not of the light of eyes. 1382|And the name was a word of scorn 1382|Spoken in the days long dead 1382|By the angry nurse that led 1382|Their daughter hence to prison, 1382|And a word of the name of the King. 1382|So the name was a thing of fear, 1382|A word in the days long dead 1382|That the King had heard the name, 1382|And the tale had heard it said. 1382|So, in the night and the gloom 1382|The word upon the soul of the King 1382|Shall shine like a star for a night. 1382|And the name of the light shall ring, 1382|And the King shall be born again, 1382|And the King that was King shall be born. 1382|But what said the King? 1382|The word beneath the moon 1382|To him in its rays 1382|Was an elfin tune. 1382|The tune he heard 1382|As it waxed late and late 1382|And as it hastened by, 1382|Like a mist in the sky. 1382|The song he heard, 1382|As the pale waxed wan. 1382|The song he heard 1382|As the dusk spread and ran 1382|Beneath a waning star: 1382|"O, hide me, hide me, star! 1382|O, hide me, outer man!" 1382|The name he heard 1382|As the night was spent, 1382|But the song he heard 1382|Was an elfin tune. 1382|Was the King arisen? 1382|Out of the dark 1382|A rose that shone 1382|As the dawn's last light. 1382|A flame that shone, 1382|A flame of noon, 1382|A red-rose white. 1382|And the light shone through 1382|Dawn of the moon 1382|As the night's last glow, 1382|And the song was done, 1382|And the King was come. 1382|There had been goodly harm in ======================================== SAMPLE 107 ======================================== , in the manner of the new-penned calf, by the 1322|_Hood himself_! 1322|_The Child becomes an angel, and is born of a woman, in the 1322|To her who makes this world,--her action brings her forth, 1322|And gives her breath unto the stars above; 1322|Not to the stars, but to the flowers that breathe 1322|In simple cause,--not to the flowers that dance, 1322|All to the stars! 1322|That are her motions, 1322|And she bears a mortal soul upon her breast, 1322|Worshipping her. 1322|_Herself surpasses them, as that she passeth through_ 1322|_The world, and is the body of the moon. 1322|And if so is she be the light of one 1322|Who, born her body and the body parts, 1322|Her soul is in the shade; and if she be, 1322|As she is, what it is._ 1322|When the first gleam of dawn, 1322|Keen as the Heavenly arrows that pour forth the morning, 1322|Floods the world with a radiant lustre, radiant, 1322|Rushing through all its globes, 1322|Pouring abroad: 1322|Then down from the skies 1322|By infinite curves each form and hue and figure, 1322|Falls in an endless stream, and with it flows 1322|Impetuous, resistless--like a river which laves 1322|Hoarded in the woods by forests marvellous. 1322|So the spirit of man 1322|Is continually pursued by the visible substance; 1322|And he alone is sure 1322|To draw back the head of the Shadow, 1322|And gaze at it without any terror. 1322|No fear to look at it to help or terror-- 1322|Without fear, without wonder, 1322|The artist of day, the maker of night, 1322|The maker of snow, the work of the sun. 1322|Nothing is suffered from the awful presence, 1322|No thought is born of it, but only he 1322|Who sees it is also born of its own presence. 1322|_Virgilio's Page_ (_The Song of the Papal Tour_) 1322|I would that the grave could decide our lives, 1322|So that the Dead might question, and decide; 1322|That men may stand on stilts, and not on swords, 1322|And thrust in webs, and not on iron darts, 1322|Nor sit and laugh and jest at common things. 1322|A man who finds his fellow citizen, 1322|May set up for the post of memory-- 1322|A man who finds his fellow citizen, 1322|Though his old age with his grey hairs be hoar. 1322|The world has had no kings like him, the kings who made 1322|All history, and the world has had his day, 1322|The unquiet graves, the unquiet graves of men. 1322|In all the springs of literature, there is none 1322|Whose being is not therefore what it takes or gave; 1322|Each several mood and function is its own; 1322|It serves its purpose, not to be abhorred or grieved. 1322|In all the motions of fuss, discord, or war, 1322|It serves its purpose, not to be abhorred; 1322|It serves its purpose, not to be abhorred or feared. 1322|The world has had its war, but has not elsewhere seen 1322|Its war beginning, nor the peace that reigned; 1322|Our fathers fought for it, our mothers crowned 1322|With blood, and our great demigod. 1322|O emblem of England, still inviolable 1322|By all who founded you, whose life is worth 1322|Praise of the Prince who gave you first the crown! 1322|Ever the hands that built you shall encircle you 1322|With the imperial thought that keeps you young! 1322|Men shall not praise the thought that mouldered you, 1322|The brave man's will, the laboring word that swelled 1322|To be a warrior for a day of honouring, 1322|And the pride of the land that gave you first the crown! ======================================== SAMPLE 108 ======================================== , for a moment. 31968|"No! my beloved master, he is far away, and long has 31968|beggared and sheltered us." 31968|"I will go, my lover!" 31968|Her head he kissed, and she went, and he went, and wept. The 31968|door stood still as a wide room." 31968|And then, behold, the sun was on the sea like a dried-up 31968|moon. He was on the sandalled sea, and the sand was bright 31968|about his sides, and wept, and she wept. 31968|She kissed his face, and he kissed her cheek. 31968|Then she looked up at him, and said, while her tears fell, 31968|"O you are tired of my watch and this long, long watch, and 31968|I am so tired of the light of my eyes and all my hair. You 31968|are as if I were lost amid the hush of night. 31968|We are two alone in the darkness, yet I am like a rock that 31968|looks at the sea, and some day on the ocean-path may I look 31968|on the dead." 31968|In her eyes he saw the light of her lovely eyes. 31968|I went to the door, and I opened it, and gazed at them. 31968|I looked at them slowly and sadly, and saw their faces. 31968|They were fair of form and white of hue. 31968|A strange and lonely birdling came crying through the doorway, by 31968|and in the air. She called him and said, "Hush, sweet friend, and 31968|everybody you beat the wings of the wind." 31968|I went for a moment home, and a strange light was shed on my 31968|He who stopped to whisper, I did not, and there was quiet on the 31968|But that other birdling came and spoke to me, and said, "Teach me 31968|to teach and answer, and teach the little ones!" 31968|And he taught me all love and all sorrow, and I never ceased 31968|To be a little servant but glad, and I became very happy and 31968|But when I came home, and he told me all the trouble that was 31968|yet to be, the little children came and told me all the 31968|path. 31968|"You must learn, if you would give me, how I live in a strange 31968|tree; but you must learn all knowledge from some few children. 31968|I have been to teach, and I want to teach. Tell me all the 31968|night," he said to me. 31968|And I said, "You must learn from the stars why I am so little, and 31968|They walked so slowly through the dark night, and I came with my 31968|bird in my hand. 31968|Did you see anything more? 31968|"Then I made a pretty call, and my name stood on the door, and 31968|I saw my mother standing by and saying many things; and 31968|I wondered if you were the light of the star that shines in 31968|the sky for many a long year." 31968|For our father in a foreign land, while work had been few months 31968|And the little brown mother in a strange place saw something wrong. 31968|"Oh, my father, it has long been spoken that your mother never 31968|home. They are no longer strangers, and you are strangers, and 31968|all the work must be done for. 31968|"So it is not much to learn all the knowledge you have given 31968|in passing through these long years, and so to look again on 31968|your mother with open eyes. 31968|"You are old, Father William," said the Mother, "you have been a 31968|garden grow in this country. He has gone on a long, dusty 31968|"But the child has not come here. I am sorry because I was 31968|So when they came back to the child's father, who had weighed me, 31968|Then they left me mourning my loss, from the road I had travelled 31968|"But when I had come back, Father William, I cried, and in my 31968|distress, smiling. 31968|"Well, Father William, let it be!" 319 ======================================== SAMPLE 109 ======================================== -- 5186|'Tis enough to be tried by a man.' 5186|The words of the old man, Kullervo, 5186|Short of stature, and burly-looking, 5186|Hardly known to his comrades and his 5186| comrades as children of evil o'erjoyed, 5186|Wandering ever in foul and in sorcerous moods, 5186|Rushing idly about in forbidden paths, 5186|Innocrously about Sariola ford, 5186|Banned by the wicked winds and the fair, 5186|I have stolen the buckler, the buckler, and all, 5186|To ravage the wicked land of my sire. 5186|"Thence has he come through the black water-flood, 5186|By the will of the waters, to journey with me; 5186|There is rowlands of meadow-flowers trimmed in the ground, 5186|There is treaty with boklet of osiers and rushes, 5186|And treaty with boklet of osiers and firks, 5186|And treaty with boklet of osiers and firks. 5186|"Then by God's grace have I taken his stand, 5186|Under protection of Kullervo's protection, 5186|And I have accepted his challenge as lord, 5186|Since to Pohyola no succour is needed, 5186|Where neither supply is in ready abundance. 5186|"There is now, O my people, a fair one coming 5186|To receive thy reward from the stout-heart hero, 5186|Worthy of a father to be the first-born, 5186|Gathered from many tribes, in good store to ruffle; 5186|Gitche Manito, priest of the serpent, 5186|Plowed his salt-fields, and stopped his way-stones. 5186|"Three islands here are in rows, each with sand 5186|And slime of the land engirdled and ready; 5186|Here is the richly wrought, and there the sower, 5186|In the fields the young wheat and the lusty-laden; 5186|Here is the fruitful ground filled with cowslips, 5186|And the yellow-maids' homage to homage. 5186|"Here is the noble Otso, the hero, 5186|Worthy of all scab and of metal; 5186|These have I gathered for thee in my keeping. 5186|Thou, O Otso, art worthy of honor, 5186|Reck'st not evil of ending this labor. 5186|"Never have I promised to thee, O Ukko, 5186|Never in my faithless heart bided 5186|That thou wilt delay to the home-land, 5186|When I go to hunt in her verdant forest. 5186|I shall offer the gold to the children 5186|As my earnest workman, Oulpawa, 5186|When I see thee in my labouring labour, 5186|When I see thee tend the fur fields with greatest, 5186|When I see thee stretch grain in the stubble, 5186|Reaping where the harvesters draw back, 5186|Close together the ground I shall build thee, 5186|That myself I avenge in the wrong-doing, 5186|In the patience of the hunters' footsteps, 5186|In the pride of the all-beholding sun." 5186|Still delayed the people for this hunter, 5186|Still they went on wending their wayward, 5186|Never lacking arrows and keen-edged swords, 5186|With their keenest points and keenest spears; 5186|Till at last, when the sun in heaven 5186|Like a fire had come down, they beheld him, 5186|Saw the youth shoot beyond the doorway; 5186|Saw the ancient Wainamoinen 5186|Sitting by the hollow of the rock, 5186|Gazing at the playing maiden; 5186|Saw he could not see the sun and stars 5186|Sitting in the empty heaven. 5186|Cried the young god, the eternal, 5186|"Help me Moon-mother, the people! 5186|There is none in the heavens more ardent 5186|Than thou owest the steed of Suomi, 5186|Or hereafter thou ======================================== SAMPLE 110 ======================================== |But, oh, a thought from Ráma’s heart, 24869|A hope so vain, a thorn so dire, 24869|Shall turn him from his hapless bed, 24869|And Sítá, with her lord and dread, 24869|Like the wild elephant, decay. 24869|In Ráma’s heart each hope is fled: 24869|Not thus may Ráma still be dead. 24869|But he whom strength of armors shined 24869|Shall still resistless be and kind, 24869|And by the vow he promised, see 24869|All heaven is bright with Ráma’s beauteous tree.(369) 24869|His faith the parted soul shall fill, 24869|His darling, not his life, will spill.” 24869|Thus, with the burthen of despair, 24869|With soothing words from last to hair 24869|Thus Lakshmaṇ spoke, while tears fast fell 24869|As on his friend’s dark eye he fell: 24869|“There, Ráma, there is Ráma left, 24869|A lonely wood for Ráma’s theft. 24869|There, Ráma to the wood is borne, 24869|With Sítá by his faithful spouse, 24869|But he who won his dearest wish, 24869|Has gone to Ráma joyless yet. 24869|There he, e’en Indra’s self, to whom 24869|The Gods accorded their dark gifts, 24869|Is still a spy who stole his love, 24869|The glory of the Bráhmans, screened 24869|Like Ocean from the flashing levin, 24869|And the great God who stole his light 24869|Eternal from the worlds above. 24869|Thus Ráma, when his eyes behold 24869|The ruin of the mighty hold, 24869|Goes where the tall trees wave and swell, 24869|And seeks the groves in forest dell. 24869|There, with the Maithil dame and fair, 24869|He stands, the forest queen, to wear. 24869|Beside him Ráma stands in place 24869|Of Bharat’s retinue the grace. 24869|Fain would we win the lovely dame, 24869|To be his mighty ally. 24869|His sister he, as sovereign lord, 24869|Of old, of peerless form and gait, 24869|Whom Ráma raised with joyful heart 24869|In woods where Níla reigns to-day: 24869|“King Daśaratha reigned of yore 24869|In Daṇḍak wood,( Slug) the foe and lord: 24869|There in the forest, far away, 24869|He met Sugríva and the Day, 24869|Whose fame through all the universe resounds 24869|Who sends Sugríva forth to slay. 24869|There with his brother Lakshmaṇ near 24869|The monarch of the Vánar race, 24869|Whose heart with pity of the foe 24869|He freely quaffed, I told him so. 24869|See, in the thicket’s leafy shade 24869|His stubborn arm the bow has made; 24869|A bow he deemed is useless, spent 24869|By him to bend and strike and bend. 24869|A mighty shaft from Ráma’s bow 24869|The warrior in the wood has sent: 24869|The giant’s mighty arm is bent, 24869|And splits the rock’s base at his brow. 24869|The king of giant race is slain, 24869|And Raghu’s son in mortal fight 24869|Is stricken by his mighty bow. 24869|Soon as his arrow smote the tree, 24869|He met Gandharvas, swift and free. 24869|A Bráhman slaughtered Yáma, killed 24869|A Vánar in the fight that stayed, 24869|By Indra’s arrows smitten through 24869|The bosom of the giant slew. 24869|Gandharvas, brave and faithful dame, 24869|Have torn his mighty bow with bays, ======================================== SAMPLE 111 ======================================== ! _Alas!_ There was a sound of many voices 38565|Came into the palace. 38565|_Ino, vita brevis, Briseis stabula!_ 38565|Softly rustling, singing softly, 38565|Echo on echo, spreading far off, 38565|Ooai sound, echo up from those dark towers 38565|Where in the night the bells are ringing, 38565|Through the night-long chimneys crying; 38565|_Ooai angustris, &c._ 38565|A distant cannon heralded them, 38565|With a sound of distant cannon, 38565|_Ooai angustris, &c._ 38565|The tower was dark and still. 38565|_Ooai angustris, &c._ 38565|That was a dream. 38565|_All through the night, those sounds incessant, 38565|In a vast, tumultuous silence, 38565|Broke the streets: the sounds of night were hushed, 38565|And the poor, unheard-of silence trembling 38565|In the empty halls, the nightingale's complaint. 38565|'What will you say to me? Beauty is lovely! 38565|You will be enchanting to win my love! 38565|You will be my loving bride, my bridegroom; 38565|But you never come to my poor love, 38565|So great clouds are drifting in the sky-- 38565|You will be the charms of my lovely smiles! 38565|And you'll be the beauty my loving wife sings, 38565|You will be the queen of my heart's great pangs, 38565|You will be the beauty my loving wife sings,-- 38565|Then who is this princess that keeps me mad? 38565|And who is she not thinking of? 38565|I saw a ship steer homeward bound 38565|To the bright harbor of a new-loved friend, 38565|Where three old men and women sat and wondered. 38565|What beckoned the oar, who judged the oar? 38565|The one I saw, but his to hear me tell 38565|Said, "Wait! The tide is running at the lee!" 38565|I waited, and I never came back. 38565|My heart was full of many a great adventure; 38565|But this had suddenly become a kingdom 38565|To me, a restless, restless restless longing. 38565|The sun shone softly, but I never saw it; 38565|The waves flowed on and on, the waves rolled by. 38565|The land was bright and fair, and the high sun smiled; 38565|The distance shone at me, but ah, the distance! 38565|'Hark! Now you've finished with your grand old style; 38565|'Tis time to say good-bye; it must be late." 38565|With that I sought to put the oars back, 38565|And go with the sunset and the stars to the field. 38565|My dear old lady has a kinder air, 38565|And if you wish to live out ten long years 38565|A hundred years, I'll go this way again; 38565|And I'll say that at the time of sunset 38565|And when your eyes are wet with evening mists, 38565|You'll think of me. The old familiar faces 38565|Of those we loved, and that we cherished then-- 38565|The faces of that fixed, the old, old years; 38565|The pleasant name of friends; the tender faces 38565|Of friends, and that for ever and for ever; 38565|The voice, the look, the smile, the look of friends. 38565|The little faces, white and beautiful, 38565|And happy hearts that knew no care or strife, 38565|And that, with loving eyes, in silent places, 38565|They'd smile at us, not we, but at our life. 38565|I'll love to hear your talk. Your songs will make 38565|Love to me more than all the world can lend 38565|To those we loved. They'll haunt me as I may 38565|To those far days of childhood. There'll be many 38565|Long years of reading in your book aloud. 38565|I'll love to hear your music, though, O friend! 38565|I'd live ======================================== SAMPLE 112 ======================================== with his eyes. 34752|Thine is the path of honor; 34752|Thine is the glory of the prize; 34752|Thou art the victor in the battle, 34752|Thou, like the conqueror, art the prize. 34752|When we would see the banners flying, 34752|And the banners flying in the breeze, 34752|Let every heart and every nation 34752|Be Freedom's monument. 34752|So, when our banner proudly waveth, 34752|On the field of duty's nobler band, 34752|Let it be engraved, as in a record, 34752|To the sons of sires of long-ago; 34752|To the sons of the flag eternal, 34752|To the sons of liberty and light, 34752|Let it be read, 'mid all the glories 34752|Of the love of God to-night. 34752|We have plodded far, and wide our way; 34752|The eye is blind, the ear is hushed; 34752|'Tis time that we put forth our heart, 34752|And let it rest. 34752|If God should not suffice, 34752|We needn't shift our destinies-- 34752|We needn't shift our destinies. 34752|Who will believe that He Who made the world 34752|Worth from men a service free, 34752|Will not listen to the singer's voice, 34752|His praise in the world should be! 34752|O the glorious inspiration! 34752|The mighty love of God, 34752|When we lean us to the bottom, 34752|And we look to the fulness, not the number, 34752|That God has willed for all! 34752|O the everlasting inspiration! 34752|The noble joys of mind, 34752|Which we in life retain for good and all 34752|The treasures of the field; 34752|And which He lends to us,--the power to judge, 34752|The love to all may yield. 34752|What will you find this morning? 34752|Will you put yourself on trust, 34752|With faith in God who cares for you, 34752|And faith in Him who sees? 34752|I have a little kitten, 34752|And one of my hairs was bad, 34752|And I'll give him some garters, 34752|And he will run after my sled, 34752|And leave me in spite of my bite, 34752|And I'll jump out and worry and sigh 34752|And work my own way with a bite. 34752|But if I are poor and hungry, 34752|And you have no rest in the chair, 34752|The sun will shine out in the sky 34752|Like a goodly wee baby; 34752|And if you prove a poor, 34752|Then God will see your pet, 34752|He will give you a little kitten. 34752|A bright and happy little chick, 34752|With feathers so blue and so white, 34752|Who thought about things that were wrong-- 34752|And the birds they were eager to fight; 34752|And that was a curious thing 34752|Of the course of nature and wing, 34752|And that was all the wrong way, you know, 34752|To the end of your charming long story. 34752|So you see that the chick is absurd, 34752|And then you fall to your sorrow, 34752|And you feel that you're all right in bed; 34752|For the reason the bird has the head 34752|And the weather is wondrously fair. 34752|And if you are poor and sick, 34752|Remember the scraps and verses you've been, 34752|And never regard the scratch 34752|That your poor little back harriedly has been; 34752|And the reason he got to the place 34752|Was not for neglect of your face, 34752|But the reason he got to the end 34752|Was that he never was hurt, 34752|And I do not believe it was you, my dear, 34752|And so you have all the rest!-- 34752|It would take a lot more of one thing 34752|Than to be considered a thing 34752|Which you now so much trouble have made, 34752 ======================================== SAMPLE 113 ======================================== . 16452|But when they had perform'd this mass, the sound 16452|Of chariot-steeds, on Satnio's son arose, 16452|Whom, with the steeds of Æolus induing 16452|The steeds of Æolus, to heaven he brought. 16452|Him, at the time when Juno in the van 16452|Left him, he bore, and seizing snatch'd a cup 16452|Filled with the sacred juice, fill'd it with wine, 16452|That, from the tunic and the neck he pours, 16452|And, foaming first, he hath dismiss'd him back 16452|To his own country; but a shaft that came 16452|By day he could have sent, and now by night 16452|His eye was darkened, fell his limbs and arms. 16452|Then, Diomede, and godlike Panopas, 16452|In council sate; for never sat such time 16452|Among the elders or so many choice 16452|Of warriors, mindful of the times that now 16452|Appear'd, and wise in battle to compare. 16452|They, from whose brows Apollo's laurels blew, 16452|And Cynon, founder of the Dardan train, 16452|Rapt in the dust, had left them on the field, 16452|In order to return for much-loved son. 16452|He bade them, as long time, to battle go 16452|The valiant leaders of the host of Greece; 16452|But for he saw not that the son of Atreus 16452|Had left the battle, mindful of the wars 16452|That once with Menelaus, in the fleet, 16452|Had been refused; they, in the form of arms, 16452|Their feet had wounded, and the clanging cars 16452|Of many a Trojan, by Patroclus slain. 16452|So Menelaus, his own courser borne, 16452|Had in his tent beside him, and his bark 16452|He drove, and with him many a Trojan friends 16452|Attended, whom all weeping with affliction vext. 16452|For these, at his own brave brother's hands, 16452|The gallant sons of Atreus for his son 16452|Had fallen, now when Agamemnon's self 16452|The brave Rhenæne had taken; next in arms 16452|The ancient King of Men pursued his steps, 16452|Valiant as Mars; his fellow-warrior he. 16452|As when a hunter, on the mountain side 16452|Alone, through thickets or through wavy fields 16452|With fawning hounds and forest goats hath fled, 16452|In quest of ease the chase, but all their kine 16452|No longer graze; so wounded fled the son 16452|Of glorious Agamemnon, Atreus' son, 16452|For his long travail, with indignant heart. 16452|His buckler then he fitted to his gripe, 16452|And, springing forward foremost, on the point 16452|Slew, and address'd him thus: "Achilles, noble 16452|Achilles, prince of Agamemnon's name, 16452|Hear me. I am thy brother; in the day 16452|When in hot battle we shall waste away 16452|Most dear companions of our gallant barks, 16452|Then thou and I will combat side by side. 16452|But when the Trojans from the plain have fled, 16452|And weary of their armour, homeward turn 16452|Our horses; for to thee too many there 16452|Have perish'd, who in chariots and in cars 16452|Had sunk, by lot or on the open plain. 16452|And now come on, my sons, this counsel give 16452|And bid us join the battle. I will first 16452|Arm, and thou may'st, if such be thy desire, 16452|Inform thee, and may bear it. So shalt thou 16452|Protect us, and we also, I, the first. 16452|Let no man in his time be slain. Myself 16452|Protect in council, and our force shall make 16452|The firm resolve most steadfast. Go we then 16452|And ======================================== SAMPLE 114 ======================================== , and the water on him, and the water on his cheeks. 25953|But as they journey'd on their way, the maidens met the maidens, 25953|And she gave them food to eat, and they told the tidings 25953|That the sea-gulls were approaching. 25953|And the sea-gulls very gay with all their gayest gayest 25953|And the maidens' very sweetest; 25953|And they led her to a green bowl, and drank it slowly 25953|Till she had completely dried them; 25953|And the bearers drew her aside from off the bright stone 25953|And saluting her they mention'd, 25953|And saluting her they praised, and saluting her they praised. 25953|But however great she grew, and was the greatest in the world, 25953|Neither gave ear to her story, 25953|For the story is very much about the time of the appearance 25953|of a vessel in a boat, 25953|They took great pains to bend her, 25953|And the waves around them rolled, and the water began to flow. 25953|Then the maidens cried in anguish, 25953|And said, with a lamentation, 25953|"Woe! woe! oh, woe! thou wicked king of the waves! oh, woe! 25953|Woe! Woe! oh, woe! thou wretched ruler of the waves! 25953|That thou hast heard in the night a murmur far abroad, 25953|And the sea is loud behind thee, 25953|He'd drown the young child presently, that had been happy." 25953|But the men of Vaiau beheld the words of the Wawu well-born, 25953|And the women cried in anguish, 25953|Cried, "Ogier, thou Ogrior noble, 25953|Wilt thou not be our helper, 25953|Be absent, be our helper, 25953|For we now have peace and plenty." 25953|But the men of Vaiau noteded 25953|Their voice was in the clear waters, 25953|And the Wawimo laid his hand upon the maiden's head. 25953|Then they came to a village, 25953|In the midst of all the waters, 25953|Where the maiden was asleep, upon a bed of flowers. 25953|And she lay there in the moonlight, 25953|Gazing from the distant waters 25953|On the long and level meadow, 25953|On the little sleeping Wawbeek, 25953|Who lies perhaps asleep already, 25953|Slumbering but more quietly. 25953|And she bent her dainty head, and in the moonlight she was weeping, 25953|For she heard the owls cawing, 25953|And the distant men were sighing, 25953|Cawing for their evil work, 25953|For the wicked men of Pohja, 25953|For the wicked minstrels of the island generation. 25953|Then the wicked minstrels of the island 25953|Went to work among the maidens 25953|In the daytime to the bath-room in the gloomy forest; 25953|For the wicked men in Pohja 25953|Had no time to rest in the gloomy forest. 25953|And the wicked men of Lapland 25953|Came to dance upon the surface, 25953|The Great Sachem was no longer there, 25953|But a pine-tree in Pohjola. 25953|Ate his lovely face with tear-drops 25953|And with melancholy manner, 25953|Saw the moon sink into the ocean, 25953|Saw the wicked men of Lapland 25953|With their hands before the black boat, 25953|With their hearts so sad and troubled. 25953|From the shore the moon rose upward, 25953|And the sun went down in brightness. 25953|Then the aged Vaeinaemoeinen 25953|Wandered from his morning journey 25953|To the river-lake and lake-shore, 25953|To the Northland's teeming margin, 25953|To the sun, beneath the sunshine, 25953|And the moon, beneath the sunshine. 25953|There he saw the sun had risen, 25953|And the moon were gnawed and ======================================== SAMPLE 115 ======================================== by the fountains of the West, 19221|And this still spot of land most dear; 19221|It is the soil--but where's the best? 19221|See yonder cloud that overhead 19221|Blots out the native sun and showers; 19221|The trees that to the northward be, 19221|And those, that also southward rest 19221|From cold and wet behind the hills: 19221|The cattle rising from the plains; 19221|The clouds that in their courses roll, 19221|The clouds that in their courses roll; 19221|The distant view of yonder sky; 19221|And yonder, those, that downward fly; 19221|The clouds that, sailing east and west, 19221|Swarm on the earth and soon must be 19221|For this earth's coast--for her--for me. 19221|And yonder, see!--a cloud perhaps, 19221|Luminous as the summer-eve, 19221|That gently warms some plant beneath; 19221|The clouds as yet in heaven rejoice, 19221|And yonder, see--a doggish band 19221|Betwixt the sun and moon's bright face, 19221|Betwixt the sky's and moon's soft rays; 19221|The air--oft ruddy as their plumes, 19221|The trees and grass appearing ours 19221|As yet with liquid freshness crowned, 19221|And yonder dropping woods profound. 19221|The clouds that in their journey roll 19221|This way and that, that other away, 19221|And yonder creeping on the earth, 19221|This dark and rainy array. 19221|The world is full of care and pain, 19221|To-day is full of care and care; 19221|The wind blows east, the clouds are gray; 19221|And yonder,--heaps of snow and rain, 19221|And yonder,--heaps of snow and snow, 19221|Down to the very vesper blow 19221|Of yonder church,--is that the way? 19221|Now are the poles abroad; and now 19221|The moon has disappeared from sight, 19221|The wind is rising from the woods, 19221|The sky is clear and bright; 19221|And yonder,--heaps of snow and rain, 19221|Down to the very vesper- rails, 19221|The roofing parson rails. 19221|And yonder hangs the snow's white cloth, 19221|And yonder hangs the snow, 19221|And yonder hangs the snow; 19221|And yonder hangs the snow;--all black 19221|As Winter is, and loud and sharp 19221|The wood-wind whistles, storm by storm, 19221|That shrieks and thunders up the parson's cot. 19221|Then yonder hangs the snow; and yonder hangs 19221|The earth, convulsed with driving rains; 19221|And yonder hangs the snow; and yonder hangs 19221|The earth, all covered o'er with shapeless drifts; 19221|And yonder hangs the snow; and yonder hangs 19221|The earth, all covered o'er with shapeless drifts; 19221|And yonder hangs the snow; and there 19221|Beneath, the parson's dwelling stands, 19221|The rain-storm and the sleet; 19221|The door is wide--bar-hook and crook-- 19221|All wet and shining wet; 19221|The quagmire is bathed in fiery light, 19221|And cottage-valls are burst; 19221|And in the court, before the king, 19221|The emperors of the land are seen, 19221|Pushing the dust in drifts; 19221|And one, the shepherd, walks before 19221|His king, the shepherd, aged gray, 19221|And old, and young, and low: 19221|And yonder hangs the snow; and yonder hangs 19221|The earth, a desert waste; 19221|The trees, like ruined columns, tottering down; 19221|The ships, like ruined columns, tottering down; 19221|And yonder hangs the snow; 19221|And yonder hangs the snow; 19221|And y ======================================== SAMPLE 116 ======================================== |For she was strong and she was young 22803|In that wild-fire of the mind 22803|Who, in the dusk of the years agone, 22803|Had loved and feared and been loved upon, 22803|Who was her Master and her Sire, 22803|Whose steps were light as a forest fire? 22803|Who took her back unheeding, 22803|Herself unseen, yet heard her speak, 22803|And she would not let her heart break 22803|Till it found a word to make her brave, 22803|And she would not let it break. 22803|She took the flower from the sod, 22803|The thorn from the thorn's root. 22803|She took the crown from the crown, 22803|The crown from the thorn's root. 22803|--Now was she the woman whom 22803|Her youth had won as his priceless meed, 22803|The flower of the old world's need. 22803|She took the woman to a man, 22803|A maid, to lead him to his throne; 22803|And now is he her only wife 22803|Who holds this man her friend and own; 22803|For who and whence and what he can 22803|Are hers, and for whom she cares, 22803|For whom he is the same who bore 22803|These gifts, and for whom she cares. 22803|And the world was not for her to give; 22803|All the world had her hand; 22803|And the world was not for her to give. 22803|They were not hers to make or mar; 22803|Their lives in the dust were forfeit dear. 22803|She gave them to a man; 22803|And she would not take them as her own 22803|Who bore it and a part, and thrown 22803|From a woman's heart, and she grew cold 22803|As a dead tree falls to the mould. 22803|To a man she laid the whole 22803|And a new thing fashioned of loveliness, 22803|With loveliness more beautiful 22803|Than ever a man's had breathed of, and the mouth 22803|Of her being made more ripe: 22803|She gave him the flower of the weed, of the weed 22803|That grows by the river in mid-air and back. 22803|And the flower that grew by the river there 22803|She gave to the one that loved her well; 22803|--Yet was she the mother of a man 22803|But the flower that grows by the river again, 22803|And now by the stream she lies, 22803|And now by the river's edge 22803|She is filled with the memories 22803|Of the word that was given to the Lord 22803|And the image she made of him; 22803|For here is the place whence she first was taken, 22803|Here is the grave of a man, 22803|Here is the place of a man, 22803|And here in the place where she is laid, 22803|There are the feet of a man 22803|That shall walk in the world and guide his feet, 22803|And sing in the hearts of the maidens, and shall speak for the dead 22803|And sing in the hearts of the maidens, and shall lead them on 22803|To ride with them or to go to the ships of the north, 22803|And go with them to fair salt water-ways 22803|And look for the feet of the kings of the earth. 22803|But I am the mistress of strangers, and I bring sweet meat 22803|And drink from the living depths of the cup 22803|And lift them from the mouths of the dead to the skies, 22803|And lift them from the mouths of the living and dead 22803|To the light of the sun that illumines mankind. 22803|And the people of the city see me come 22803|And gather in the sum and the living and dead, 22803|And gather about the tombs where a prince sleeps, 22803|And lift them in the tombs where a man, 22803|Born blind, lies, and is not, in the tombs, 22803|But in the ground of all which is known 22803|Where the one king hath died. 22803|And I, who know this, know here the one 22803| ======================================== SAMPLE 117 ======================================== .] "If she came not with you, no one would come." 8800|(ll. 683- intending), is in a new form, and is meant to 8800|form a regular figure, and does not shrink back from it, as 8800|applied by the old critics to appear upon the scene. 8800|('ll. 607- chrom.) The figure is usually well described, 8800|particularly in l. 13. It descends into the air into the mind 8800|of an erect and upright figure, which is attended, and 8800|prospers, and is expressed in a manner not to be assumed 8800|(ll. 607-7), may probably have been suggested by the close 8800|ballad. 8800|(ll. 617-826) For further information 8800|this stanza would introduce certain persons in prose. Perhaps 8800|there is a somewhat more interesting piece, which should 8800|be imitated by Miss Rose-Dunshend instances, and made 8800|indispomenable by a member of the army of 1632. Here 8800|"the colour of thy face". Cf. Tracton's book 8800|(ll. 442-cp) "The face of night". This stanza ran thus 8800|In the beginning of the seventh century, Charles II., was 8800|"yield emeu qu'un verdien menuescere." 8800|(ll. 442-cp) "The angel of repose". The reference is to 8800|the angel of the rainbow, or light of the moon. The reference is 8800|to the angel. 8800|(ll. 442-cp) "Confesso di fama", the sign of the angel. 8800|(ll. 682- appropriating, as we learn from Boccaccio, ii. 543-7.) 8800|"Vidit, et in charta gemens [i.e. thoro pervenire] 'dequeous 8800|villa coram poetam tractare septere.' 8800|(ll. 526- Shining, although somewhat hurriedly described. Cf. 8800|illustrations). 'Poetam atris eam ac oriarcere regna,' says an 8800|poet, who describes him as 'a little bit of a poet.' ('Hesychafer 8800|the poet'). This appears in a letter to indicate that, in the 8800|letter to him, 'Artos de' Guganon,' means the author of 8800|(ll. 743-ezvous of Homer) 8800|It is written, as among other things, that the author of the 8800|contains a certain breadth of passion in the presence of so many 8800|collegant poets, whose critical work expressed the same spirit 8800|in the case of these persons, a disdainful or restrained spirit 8800|of barbarous dissonance, who, in the licence of Circumstance, 8800|defective in length and obscurity, even in the language of 8800|wickedly-feathered Tales, is familiar only to those who imagine 8800|that they were more familiar to them. Perhaps in a less 8800|magnanimous and reverential disrooted may that of any formal 8800|man, and at the same time be more severeheaded.' And Syst. 8800|(ll. 842- persistent), may probably have had it not been, 8800|for example, that 'Chiming and Diotima' were not actually 8800|much unexpected, as they are: but perhaps more celebrated is the 8800|sense of the passion in the main of the poem than of the poem 8800|(ll. 1048-1903), which follows the great beauty of Mariana, who 8800|was born in the great age when it appeared to her to transmit 8800|that person [Greek: grett.] but a youth also, had been appointed 8800|against the use of a written language, as a subject-matter of 8800|principally long observation. Lictors of the province, and they 8800|subscribed to her as 'malus hic similis' in the older Greek tongue, 8800|have accepted her as the daughter of Zeus. These words, at any 8800|time of date, have had the same echoes in irony ======================================== SAMPLE 118 ======================================== 13650|When I was a little boy! 13650|The wind blew fair and soft 13650|As the summer sky, 13650|And the little birds were seen 13650|On the neighboring tree. 13650|The little green leaves moved behind 13650|The budding apples, 13650|As if in childhood they were glad 13650|And happy as could be. 13650|The wind blew fair and soft, 13650|As it played around the trees, 13650|And the little birds were glad 13650|And happy as could be. 13650|The sun blushed through the little clouds 13650|As if it loved to follow, 13650|With its shining eye, like the angels' flight, 13650|The glory of the angels. 13650|The birds were glad of flight, 13650|And happy as could be 13650|They listened to the wondrous song, 13650|The song of the angels. 13650|"Ave, Maria,--where is he?" 13650|They suddenly asked of me; 13650|I answered them merrily, 13650|I cried to them merrily: 13650|"He came from a far countrie 13650|On his first summer's day. 13650|He is coming to the land 13650|Of love and home and gold: 13650|"He is here who comes to lead us, 13650|On his way to the fold." 13650|"I will heal thy gentle heart,"-- 13650|So he called me unto him; 13650|"Then, sister, help thy little ones," 13650|He said, and the angels heard, 13650|And a thousand souls grew wan. 13650|The snow was deep and the Christmas snow, 13650|The snow and the Christmas snow, 13650|And my little one toiled to get home, 13650|And was almost thankful to feel me come. 13650|When Christ was born in the great white haar, 13650|This Child of the angels was born to day, 13650|And to follow him went the holy fabor, 13650|To hie to supper, and sing his lay. 13650|The great white Sun began to smite 13650|The earth, as it was beginning, 13650|With his rays as he rose out of night, 13650|And cast him out of his shining sphere, 13650|Like the great sun, that, fifty times a, more, 13650|In the hollow of Capricorn, 13650|Is closed in its awful dun. 13650|And the moon was sinking, 13650|And the sun was going 13650|Through the frosty air; 13650|And the gentle winds were blowing, 13650|And the gentle snow did cover 13650|The earth from nightly falling. 13650|All silently, all silently fell 13650|The snow and the Christmas snow, 13650|When Christ said: "Now you must 13650|Not grudge me the blis, for they 13650|Have washed my soul naked to-day." 13650|I saw a cross,--a, this he made,-- 13650|As many as I could see; 13650|The earth was veiled, and nothing hid, 13650|But the Cross, it may be, of me; 13650|And out of it, I saw again, 13650|The fair new-gathered cross made plain, 13650|The fair new-gathered cross displayed. 13650|And so, a sinner, hid full nigh, 13650|And out of it, I saw the Cross 13650|With seven seals protected there. 13650|Oh, Christ, when will you have it so? 13650|Saintsbury town's in Brunswick, 13650|With good King George of Barbary 13650|And blessings there to him I'll bring 13650|Three times a-day, and blessings to you 13650|On every side from sea to sea! 13650|The cross you did, and Christ, my sinner, 13650|Now hangs at you all-divine, 13650|"In the good old-world inn, 13650|With the thieves at hand, 13650|Where every night they pay in shining 13650|torches fine." 13650|The cross is like God's kingdom 13650|Against the English throne, 13650|I ======================================== SAMPLE 119 ======================================== ._ But, O thou God, what is the mercy of the Lord, 1304|From whom proceeds every power and grace? 1304|Can he be fully avenged, who scorns 1304|To stay His presence; and be soon releas'd 1304|In the right hand? who rules the host of Hell? 1304|Theirs is the pity which chastises those, 1304|And their compassionate sufferings bears. 1304|To quench His wrath, they need not fear the fire 1304|That gives them light; and to do His works 1304|Is to do ill; and do their deeds by fire. 1304|If we are feeble, miserable we are hung 1304|With heavy burden: Thou, the cause declares, 1304|And of our evil do the angels sing. 1304|The poem opens within three days: it is first published in the _Milton 1304|_Divide thou me, Jerusalem!_ 1304|The poem opens within three days: it is second published in the _Mecio 1304|The poem is the first, which begins with the Saxon style of 1304|Tu mia in benediction eloquent 1304|Ensueña el vercuro Volga marmoreada 1304|_Ug._ Mezhall dining-hall dining. 1304|A man in the midst rank'd. 1304|A man of arms, and one foot on the shield, 1304|And one a sword in the front of his thigh. 1304|A man of arms, and one horse of his strength. 1304|His side is bold, his sabre strong, whereof 1304|'Tis said that a man of the line should arouse 1304|All courage, all courage, from thenceforth. 1304|_Servant-page_ (_more freely and freely_). 1304|Attend ye counsel of a valiant knight, 1304|That both be pleas'd, both firm and thriftless fain 1304|To press my counsels; and throughout your write 1304|Read ten, the best that my passion can devise 1304|Is, to my self, as witness and attest. 1304|Be still the writing, and reserve the word 1304|At large, and that day strongly graver than it. 1304|In God's name, as in life, this man he shall 1304|With his sword's edge deal Death, and be the guard 1304|Of this weak, wily, weak, irreverent guard. 1304|The next is the young Duke, of whom I have heard a frequent 1304|_Ug._ Whence goes he, whom he loves so well? 1304|_Mephistopheles._ The old name he loved, when he first took the 1304|name of Silas, the eldest of them all. 1304|_Mephistopheles._ My name Silas' very name is Ralph, who has come, with 1304|understanding. Our master was he of old time in the house of 1304|_Owain_, to gain riches, a great share of his wealth. 1304|_Raucle_ [_to gain his name_]. This is the truest of all 1304|coincidence, to whom a number ofich woman-slights, especially, 1304|herself says, is not to be found in the world. 1304|O thou, who daily didst at Me devise 1304|To change thy raiments for a bevy of persons. 1304|When I saw that, ah me! of every man 1304|Almighty God, in every mood and mood 1304|In whatsoever shape he made his mind, 1304|I was all changed, but how could I be left 1304|Alone, within the body's prison-yard, 1304|When thou, for all the world's delight and play, 1304|Art carrying yet some fruit or wren's-bread? 1304|When thou art clothed in whatsoever shape, 1304|In whatsoever colour it may be, 1304|Of one kind and the like I am not yet 1304|To seek for counsel or to fear aught else. 1304|For the man who strikes at an angle-string 1304|Is the fish-rest of all, and to him who is bound. 1304|_Voices singing._ 1304|'Tis good to catch the little swallow 1304 ======================================== SAMPLE 120 ======================================== and to a stranger? 35479|Thou art not better than the son 35479|In whom in ages gone, 35479|In the deep grave of the brave, 35479|Thy spirit, still God's, can defy 35479|The wrath of the ruthless foe? 35479|Yet thou wast ever brave to die 35479|Beneath the patriot's spell, 35479|And the light of his country's fame 35479|Shone over thy gravely name: 35479|Thou hadst a patriot's grave. Now hear 35479|The nation's glad acclaim: 35479|With him, the patriot, whom alone 35479|A hero's task was given, 35479|Shall a hero rise to do the right, 35479|And make his country live to light. 35479|O Washington, avenge the son 35479|Of Liberty unpityed, 35479|And to thy brothers send the cord 35479|Which never yet was thine abode. 35479|The tyrant, who in midnight hour 35479|From continent in sleep 35479|Unbinds the chains he has no chain, 35479|With a firm hand the pen shall seize, 35479|And write "A bold, determined band." 35479|Thou knowest that, who to thy cause 35479|Have borne the sword and told the laws, 35479|We read thy actions, "Up for God." 35479|On him, who gave thy fame no part, 35479|The nation too shall write thy name: 35479|From all the world, "A Worthy all." 35479|Hers was a patriot's glorious fame, 35479|Famed for his title to the sky. 35479|The gallant, who avenged a crime 35479|Brings vengeance on the land, 35479|Has met a thousand more on earth, 35479|With justice in his hand. 35479|But, when his worth shall be confessed, 35479|His arms and all his soul be blessed. 35479|When Liberty arose, 35479|Her banner in the air she throws, 35479|To tell the world, all nations, Why: 35479|"Come, stand upon his grave." 35479|In honor's sacred cause, 35479|On her flag shall be unfurled 35479|The glory of the brave. 35479|Long has they lived, a glorious fame, 35479|'Neath whose warm beam their life did lie; 35479|But, when their dust is laid, 35479|Let their epitaph be said; 35479|"Here, to the latest breath, 35479|Let their epitaph be said." 35479|From the ocean billow's foam, 35479|Let thy grateful spirit roam, 35479|As far at their wild home, 35479|To where, a calm, a bright, 35479|And a sacred altar stood, 35479|Where they saw the altar laid. 35479|Many a lonely, weary year, 35479|'Neath the ocean-ray, 35479|They may still remember thee, 35479|"Cherished in the holy bowers 35479|Of a rest more holy made." 35479|Yet their glory is not gone, 35479|They have left their glorious graves, 35479|In the sea, on mountains steep; 35479|They are sleeping 'mid the waves. 35479|And they loved their God too well; 35479|They are honored by his shrine; 35479|There they dwelt,--wherever told 35479|Burns the cross of Christ all-hurt,-- 35479|Watched for them, in silence hushed. 35479|Thou, who hast conquered Time's all-cart, 35479|The All-cart, and the chain of Sleed, 35479|Thou hast conquered in the strife; 35479|There was victory in thy sight, 35479|There they sealed their holy night, 35479|With the sign of victory high. 35479|Now, in the vale of years, 35479|In a little sandy bay, 35479|Where the wild, wild waves are hurled, 35479|And the ocean's tempests slay, 35479|There, on the beach's breast, 35479|Leaning upon his staff, 35479|He bade, like thee, the rest. 35479| ======================================== SAMPLE 121 ======================================== 37375|Is a rich pulpiteous book, 37375|Wherein the fairies' eyes 37375|Look down and read, and sigh. 37375|This book is a rich cover, 37375|Wherein you'll buy 37375|Vast nooks and scented nooks 37375|And shady groves, and nooks. 37375|This good old hat dispense 37375|With us from that time forth; 37375|It was not in the crude 37375|Of a rich leather purse. 37375|It was not in the rude 37375|Of a poor leather purse, 37375|But in that little boot, 37375|And this old hat half-a-crown. 37375|O it was long ago, 37375|Two hundred years ago! 37375|The chestnuts are verandas, 37375|And plump to the back of the hill, 37375|And all for their plumpness 37375|Their branches of silver and gold. 37375|And in the woods the melodious vine 37375|Sends forth to the sunny hills its store 37375|Of ruddy or grey apples. 37375|And in the woods the garland, the bunting of locks, 37375|The minting plums tumble over the rocks, 37375|The yellow leaves drop from the apple tree, 37375|And the elm puts up a coronet 37375|That is tumbling down again. 37375|But, oh, where is the mossy cell 37375|That yields its corner for this lovely day? 37375|Where is the gourd and the sodden smell 37375|That makes it sweet to play? 37375|Where are the pretty larks that sing, and blue 37375|And shining through the misty throng, that sing 37375|Unto the fall of the golden day, 37375|And to and fro by the clear brook side. 37375|And in the woods the happy stag 37375|And the white ash their beds make overflow, 37375|And the blue herring is the golden tide, 37375|And the green herring is the water cold, 37375|And green the pasture is as old as gold, 37375|And, when the sun has set, the woodman hears 37375|The spotted heron cry in the crickets' song, 37375|An autumn day as old as the coy song. 37375|But hark! the minstrels are singing tonight 37375|By green-leaved lakes, and on the airy plain, 37375|I hear the querulous wood-fowl's call, 37375|That seem to hear the blackbird's call again. 37375|The red-breast heaves along, 37375|And the owlets make sweet moan; 37375|As if they were listening to some lone lay, 37375|And it were but some one from their quiet room 37375|Far off they hear the wailing of the fays, 37375|Or call their thin inmates homeward in the dusk 37375|To hear the song of a fay at the door. 37375|The hawthorn bends above, 37375|Like a maiden in her dream. 37375|The mist rolls up the hill, 37375|And we hear the song of streams, 37375|And the dancing of the thrushes, 37375|And the lapping of the poppies in the glen. 37375|The wildflowers are cool, 37375|Though the snowdrops are as cool, 37375|Yet are they light and quiet 37375|When the summer day is long, 37375|And the sun is always bright, 37375|In my poor old heart, in your face. 37375|I wish you could know 37375|How the snowdrops are crackling, 37375|Their green beauty growing 37375|In the crisp white snowdrop, 37375|The frozen hillock; 37375|How the moveless hours 37375|Go threshing by, like flowers 37375|Lacking love. 37375|If love were but a dream, 37375|What need to be so dull, 37375|So dead and cold? 37375|But then I'd rather dream 37375|That the winter's over, 37375|That the spring is going; 37375|That the spring is going; ======================================== SAMPLE 122 ======================================== s of the East--and then from where 6686|Each flower is in its fragrant wreath; 6686|And lo! this garden where it grew 6686|Reclines upon its morning earth, 6686|In every rose, in every rose, 6686|On each blue-mantling earth. 6686|And there, in tender blue, till day 6686|Appeared, an infant miracle 6686|Transparent with the morning sky, 6686|A new, aerial miracle 6686|Of flowery light on little hands, 6686|Sudden the tiny child-god stands, 6686|And with his burning, burning glance 6686|Spurs the cold babe along the dance, 6686|Intentionless, immortal youth, 6686|Intentionless, eternal youth, 6686|Intent upon the invisible world-- 6686|And still, impatient, in his haste 6686|Sees all these shining things advance, 6686|Hisself, upon the sacred ground, 6686|In all the starry train, around, 6686|In every starry train. 6686|_This is a song to-day, whose measure 6686|Of sweetness is unknown to song._ 6686|_Now in the middle of the night 6686|I heard the stars sing rightely, 6686|Perched on the zenith of the moon, 6686|The planets also, whose reflection 6686|Makes all the planets sing rightely, 6686|And through their heavens in fulness flit 6686|Like heralds of great things, and light their path, 6686|Whereof this was made known, 6686|By the unseen spheres over-blown, 6686|And every sight, and every light, 6686|Which most is seen, most gently rays forth; 6686|And in the most deep chamber of the night, 6686|Most richly gleamed, was set forth, 6686|The golden letters of a star, 6686|Which all were stars, the empyrean light 6686|Which in that heavenly light I see, 6686|All in the radiant morn, 6686|As from their starry nuptial bed 6686|Appeared, I saw them every one, 6686|The sun on every starry zone, 6686|Their sweet aspect and gladnesse, which 6686|So gladly sweetly seemed Death to be, 6686|Did draw them to their spheres, and then 6686|Unsywrought them forth again. 6686|_The dancing of minutes is a heavenly truth, the sun resumes his 6686|heaven._ 6686|O, merry hearts are ripe for great or small, 6686|But how the years come rolling after me? 6686|For with our bodies we would have it all 6686|And be more than we know what we would be. 6686|Now of my soul I sing the gentlest part; 6686|For I can see not how the hours come on. 6686|I say I come; I say I am the sun; 6686|I too am a winged thing, a sun of sun; 6686|I too am the air and the bright dew and foam; 6686|I too, I too, O, my love, my love, my love. 6686|He gives us each a beautiful and bright 6686|Beauty, and joy, and power from Heaven above. 6686|He makes us feel the sun, the wind and the foam; 6686|He makes us lose awhile the way we trod; 6686|He sets us to surprise, and we too fall back 6686|Who were so fair of old, so beautiful to God; 6686|And when he lights the fire of sun on us 6686|We perish to be burnt, or thrown away 6686|Stained by a fatal venom, or a worm. 6686|_I know my dream, and I am he, 6686|Who had no power upon the earth 6686|To cast it from him; but I know 6686|He had it as it must. A man, 6686|I know not how he fell, or how 6686|The seasons held their natal days, 6686|As his own elders gave him power 6686|To read one mystery, one life, 6686|Which, to some eyes, some inmost breast revealed ======================================== SAMPLE 123 ======================================== _, the _Sphinx_, and the _Elephant_, 38549|_Le dos_, &c. 38549|If ye saw any pairs of Peers 38549|Set to your choice, and to your liking. 38549|But when a Woman, to be lov'd, 38549|Saw Men like her, O then how wav'd! 38549|A man of Armies all together 38549|Might to a Justice owe his tether. 38549|But when a Woman would have money, 38549|And she found none, so she was free; 38549|Then to her good old man she swore, 38549|By Jove, that I should have the better 38549|Unto my Jock, that will restore 38549|To Jock, that's my last Hour of Passion, 38549|That's his to give, and that's my Dervish; 38549|And as to giving, still they give 38549|To that which cannot give or live. 38549|Then for your Bride, ye Maids, take heed 38549|How thus, to Love, ye bid her come; 38549|Though poor, yet rich in Cattle, 38549|Such, of the Antorum begg'd, 38549|Yet no repining covet't, 38549|And no desire to favour,) 38549|When you have thus your Mistress won 38549|In some coquette from Lady Beames 38549|A Knight, and a bold Lady, 38549|That's come, a Knight of Brides, or one 38549|That will contrive her mind to ease: 38549|But now no longer play; 38549|For I have told you this, poor _Sir_, 38549|And eaten like a Frog my mess. 38549|And if the Lady be not there, 38549|She may be pluck'd as well as ye: 38549|But since it is she has such grace, 38549|No man may hope to get his place. 38549|Her case, and he's so very big, 38549|So must she kick, and kick so well: 38549|And so, with me, ye well might cry; 38549|But since she likes his looks so well, 38549|They are of very very sooth, 38549|And I shall say, that she does _not_. 38549|But who was sorry that she did? 38549|Or who was thankful that she could? 38549|For as you see yourself in a snare, 38549|You'd swear she did, nor sigh, nor swear, 38549|And vow, but say no word you'd say, 38549|That pretty _Maid_ was no more Lady Beames, 38549|Than Lady Beames did _not_ be Lady Beames. 38549|'Twas Lady Beames which she did _not_, 38549|And Lady Beames you all might see; 38549|But when _her_ heart was nigh a-beat, 38549|The Lady Beames did make a trap, 38549|With Lady Beames that soon did beat. 38549|And Lady Beames had kept her vows, 38549|And Lady Beames did swear, and vow, 38549|That pretty _Maid_ she never did, 38549|But scratch'd, and swore, and scratched her two, 38549|And knock'd at Lady Beames with twinkling eyes, 38549|And all by being Ladies' Doats. 38549|And Lady Beames now made such cries, 38549|And beat the Knave out of his Sighs: 38549|They lov'd, and _that_, and _that_ flew straits; 38549|They lov'd, and _that_ did make him cry, 38549|For which they gave him such a dismal noise, 38549|That he, forfeiting such a Lady's cause, 38549|For having knock'd and beat him all the time. 38549|And Lady Beames, when she such anger had, 38549|With Lady Beames began to beat, 38549|And beat the Knave full sore to find 38549|That he for whom she beat her breast, 38549|Would beat the Knave full sore to find. 38549|Now Lady Beames, being grown so vext, 38549|The Knave his own good deeds addrest, ======================================== SAMPLE 124 ======================================== ._--Him we cast down from his horse; they gave him back his 38475|But the monarch at this, in the words which follow, says 38475|"A king is like myself in this battle; if men were only men; 38475|But if women were only to make one's rights like ours our own, 38475|Then there's many a knight who has borne them, but never dared to 38475|murmur. 38475|My heart is quite annihilated; I don't know what I shall say, 38475|But if women were always to make one's rights like ours as they, 38475|Then there'll be many an actor and painter and poet who'll 38475|Call himself a hero; and if one man's only claims are small, 38475|Yet there'll be but one man in the tale I'll tell you all!" 38475|Then there'll be a man in Chicago to meet the enemy; 38475|And he'll be a hero; and that is to be--I tell you what I know, 38475|And I'll write as soon as helmet is upon my helmet. 38475|And for the sake of dead, for the sake of buried, and buried, 38475|Then there'll be no need to daunt you, and there'll be poor to d--n, 38475|And I'll write again, and say, the dead's been bound to write. 38475|And this is all the work of my boyhood to a feeling sad; 38475|But I'm glad to part with them--I hate them and I hate them, 38475|And I'm glad to part with them, and I'm glad to part with them. 38475|And when I write for husbandry I think I'll be the meanest son 38475|That ever struck a rougher football than this old Golferudian. 38475|It's all the work I want, and I'm glad to bring another; 38475|And I'm sure I like it best when a fellow's dead and gone-- 38475|The old Golferudian. 38475|I'll write again a letter above and around and around. 38475|And I wish all the world with those beautiful gentlemen of mine 38475|Would sit there and smoke and sing as I'd drowsed in a swine. 38475|Then the big fat ghastly clouds their scatter, like riot in 38475|the sky. 38475|And they'll go there and smoke and sing till I'm brought out 38475|and told by a mighty blast that will sweep me back by the 38475|crowd of hell. 38475|You ask what I do?--Well, I don't know what's troubling me 38475|With that troublesome unceasing question about "why!" 38475|And that I don't know. But I can make it out by saying 38475|Just what I'd do--how I hate! and hate. 38475|But I can't say, at all, I'm simply doing my part. 38475|For when I see the things I'm about to eat and drink and eat, 38475|The little scraps of paper that comfort yourself and me, 38475|I'm sleepy all day. And when I'm good and ready for tea, 38475|I've just to ask the world if I have any right to eat. 38475|One day I got 'is buggy, and a pot o' dust, 38475|And a stone in the river, and I couldn't tell 38475|What I'd do if I should quit the situation 38475|And never go 'way back again. 38475|I got 'is buggy in, and I got 'im on, 38475|And I'm a right good girl at that, and I guess I'll stay 38475|All middlin', while I sit 'neath holly bowlders three, 38475|For I can't go 'way back any more. 38475|So I sits all idly by the fire, 38475|And I can't keep out for beer. 38475|I'm glad at once to have it said 38475|So much to you and me. 38475|It makes me sad that I am dead, 38475|And not a single jot; 38475|And I'm a man that's just as proud 38475|Of my departure west, 38475|And always have the things I'd like 38475|Across the seas and land. 38475|It's best that I'm ======================================== SAMPLE 125 ======================================== and the day is done, 24869|All but the Lord whom we revere 24869|Must be a faithful one. 24869|Ah, what kind favour will the King 24869|Spoilt that which fills the place? 24869|Hear now the words that Sítá told 24869|To Ráma in his grace. 24869|For he, of happy heart and bold, 24869|Was Daśaratha’s king, 24869|And they with tender love had blessed 24869|Their king in days of spring. 24869|So now our days are spent in bliss, 24869|And bliss and patience fly: 24869|We pray the Lord, we ask for this, 24869|And that victorious he 24869|May grant his benison. 24869|And Lakshmaṇ, to the king he yields, 24869|We pray, we pray not now: 24869|In vain your tender suit he hears, 24869|In vain the warrior roars. 24869|Behold your Sítá as she goes 24869|Each day to Ráma’s grace, 24869|And with her in her arms she shows 24869|The glory of the place. 24869|As Ráma is her heart's desire, 24869|When he is bound by Fate, 24869|My heart at length will cease to tire 24869|For that great lord await 24869|The sons of Raghu’s line; 24869|The prince will then his duty slight, 24869|The lady and the king, 24869|With all the wealth of wealth that pass 24869|And all her mighty things, 24869|Receive me from this place: 24869|Be ruler of my king, my friend; 24869|Be ruler of my king.” 24869|Canto LXVII. Sítá’s Lament. 24869|Her deep distress and hopeless care 24869|Pierced sorely Angad’s heart, 24869|And many a deep distressful sigh 24869|Her thoughts as on she hied. 24869|The king with bitter grief distressed, 24869|And heavy at his feet, 24869|Came slowly to his royal rest, 24869|And reached the monarch, meet 24869|Where’er the lady sate. 24869|He looked to east, he gazed to west 24869|And to the night-frost, cold, 24869|And still with anxious heart oppressed 24869|With fears he went to hold. 24869|No sound was there in heaven that made 24869|So clear the heaven’s face: 24869|No breath of wind, no breeze it blew, 24869|No stream, no breeze it dried, 24869|So fair a heaven as bright as when 24869|Gritstone with Indra( employing 24869|Heaven’s celestial court, 24869|But seen by Moon and cloud, 24869|Mid flame of sun and cloud, were seen 24869|The mists around unbound, 24869|And by that splendour blinded were 24869|The Gods who formed the ground. 24869|But when the monarch’s will was bent 24869|To do what Bharat had, 24869|His bosom heaved; for tranquil still 24869|The monarch sat with those 24869|Who filled the air with wailing chill, 24869|And mourned with every sense: 24869|“Ah me,” he cried, “for this be hell, 24869|Or death and hell compleat. 24869|For, while I live, this surer hell 24869|Is dark for those who hate, 24869|My husband hates us, hates us still, 24869|And seeks his life’s defence. 24869|Now, Ráma, on that fatal night 24869|When demons’ terrors crushed 24869|Our houses down, thy wrath, and might 24869|Were in the body crushed.” 24869|Soon as the deed of woe was wrought, 24869|He heard the king’s command 24869|Sink low in dust beneath a fern 24869|Where the red grass was sand: 24869|“The Gods,” he cried, “should hear our voice, 24869|And all their ======================================== SAMPLE 126 ======================================== with him. 1279|"Come, my lassie, 1279|Wha's the friend 1279|I lo'e best; 1279|Gin I may, 1279|I'll send a' 1279|And mak a man, 1279|And mak a man, 1279|Wi' a' his speed, 1279|For the sake o' my Eliza." 1279|"My mother's gane, my father dear! 1279|I fear my heart is sair; 1279|But O, my lassie, gie me a cheer 1279|That's to be borne unto thy laddie." 1279|She's down the gald, she's down the glen, 1279|Where bonnie lasses bleach their shoon; 1279|She's off the hill, she's far awa, 1279|The bonnie lass she's down the glen. 1279|Gae, fetch my besse, 1279|And make the stownie door; 1279|And I'll unlock the gate, 1279|She's in the town o' Levenside, 1279|And in the warld's care; 1279|There's room in Braidside, there's room in Uild, 1279|And room in Ould Dumfries, Elphin. 1279|"What makes yer wife so fine and fair? 1279|I've married yet a wife this morn; 1279|For I've been married twenty year, 1279|And couldna choose but be my wife, 1279|And couldna choose but be my wife, 1279|And couldna choose but be my wife, 1279|And couldna choose but be my wife, 1279|The simple, mebbe lass, 1279|Thro' Adam's Isle, I've wandered out, 1279|Altho' the Lord be not my wife, 1279|I'll wear my green girdle, 1279|I'll wear my green girdle, 1279|And we'll wed beside the ingle, 1279|We'll live beside the ingle, 1279|we'll live beside theIngle, 1279|We'll live beside the ingle, 1279|For mony happy years this morn, 1279|I've wedded my dear lassie, 1279|In hamely russet, 1279|A cozie bienseance, 1279|And aye had ony wife to wait, 1279|And aye had ony wife to wait,-- 1279|And aye had ony wife to wait, 1279|And aye had ony wife to wait 1279|Even beside the ingle, 1279|I'm married, and my lands are free, 1279|And twa score children round me thrall, 1279|An' aye ha'e meat and sangs an' gall, 1279|For joy to see them fauld an' fald, 1279|Like ony bird that gaed an' fald, 1279|At zide, at blackbird, 1279|A car cleekit, 1279|A' for sweetness, 1279|A charmin' and a duddies drake, 1279|A pint me round in a bowl of a bowl, 1279|And aye the rowth o't maks a' my soul, 1279|Thro' a' the rest wad be nae worth the bowl. 1279|Come, fill the pen, an' sit about, 1279|With water in abundance fit, 1279|An' pour thy soul in pure serene, 1279|Inform my Ann thy willing queen; 1279|A bonnier flow'ret fill the space 1279|Than here in Stratford I begin to trace; 1279|An' fetch her, in a silver plate, 1279|To do her a visit to thy blaze. 1279|Me and her elves, in merry chorus, 1279|Shall to that feast in pice go hollo, 1279|An' to their revel no men mo', 1279|But to her wicket in the yew: 1279|In the mean time, 1279|A cloudless sky, 1279|Ten thousand furnaces shall rise, 1279|Till a p ======================================== SAMPLE 127 ======================================== , 27441|Brought me where the jolly barks she prowl the deep, 27441|And where the deep Atlantic raves with bars, 27441|And ever up and down the black-walled fields of gore 27441|The long swart she-wolves of lust and love, 27441|The prowling wolves on many a wintry shore, 27441|The desert elephants, unpitying eagles, 27441|The tiger-lily steeds that rear their crests of stone, 27441|The mammoth swarms of peace-defying war-chiefs, 27441|The tiger-lily steeds that shake their manes, 27441|The boar-red sunrise and the yellow sun-cloud, 27441|The ragged she-billows of his native heath,[E] 27441|And the brown heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah,[F] 27441|The lonely Todesh robin, the murderer, 27441|The stolen maiden, the despoiler, 27441|The murderer of the leprous crawfish, 27441|The laidly she-bird of the prairie-pastures, 27441|The hunter of the tusky beaver, 27441|The marten, theaimer, thelay-brother of the axe, 27441|The crawfish and the heron, and the long-necked stags, 27441|The black-hot belt of the universe, 27441|The painted wigwams and the shark's red tail, 27441|The bloody bottle-blue and the ermine black, 27441|The surly, gaunt, sallow-faced, and the slim 27441|Little head, the great eyes, the infinitely small, 27441|The rare and radiant pearl-- 27441|O the cunning little body ofinitized earth-- 27441|The shining maimèd spear and the long curved sword 27441|The cunning little limbs of the mighty marten; 27441|The iron commas Pyrene, the tender-hearted lion, 27441|The slow-moving blood-rusted coat, the tender blossom, 27441|The feathered brow, the dark red eye, the infinitely splendid 27441|grace, 27441|As the mighty marten of the kings of old in playfulness, 27441|The laughing face of the jolly hares to the northward, 27441|The jolly little breasts that, the little breasts, 27441|The limber-bearded paunch and the large red eye, 27441|The round and silky mouth, the tawny little breasts, 27441|The delicate little cheeks, the delicate round white eye, 27441|The short, lithe, tawny tous little limber mouth; 27441|The tiny mouth that is opened like a flower 27441|With the honey of the jolly bees, the red-rimmed eyes, 27441|The ample, beautiful, fat little mouth. 27441|The supple smooth and white locks, the long loose hair, 27441|The wrinkled, healthy limbs-- 27441|Comes back once more 27441|To my nursery floor. 27441|All the teardrops sang, the little buds moved, 27441|The mosses bent and trickled, the cat-birds began to carol, 27441|The dear little face of the dear little lissome brown eye, 27441|The nose with the dimple and the dimple with its pearl: 27441|But my little brother he left me with a sigh. 27441|He had left me, he had left me, he had gone to and fro, 27441|All alone in my great cradle-comfort at night, 27441|All alone by my nursery pane at the night, 27441|All alone by my nursery pane at the night. 27441|All alone in my own mother's bower, 27441|All alone by my nursery pane at the night. 27441|There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, 27441|And a beautiful son whose eyes looked loth, 27441|And they saw her sit split in a rage and aghast, 27441|And she bitterly old and steadfast gazed at her boy. 27441|She began a tale of the sea and the air, 27441|Of the lands where the wild men dwell, 27441|And of the beautiful, mysterious sea, 27441|Where the wind is ever most gentle and ======================================== SAMPLE 128 ======================================== |He is a lady, like a fair, 38438|Of tender nature firm and tall; 38438|Her eyes are grave, and black, and brown, 38438|The very gentleness of all; 38438|It shines and smiles and moves me too, 38438|Like one who walks in summer-time 38438|And turns to Nature, fine and fair, 38438|And in her simple way to dress 38438|Dear Nature's thoughts in brightest flowers 38438|And give me back the olden moods. 38438|Then I, in the deep-feathered glen, 38438|Where noontide's voice and sunshine greet, 38438|Will think of Nature's wiser men, 38438|And dream of beauty without fear. 38438|Oh, be that which it seems to thee, 38438|And be that which it seems to thee, 38438|When all the world and I are dreams, 38438|And I am loneliest of all the streams! 38438|My soul would be a barret 38438|Of classic art, 38438|Wherein my lady-love could rove, 38438|And where my heart, 38438|Awhile, with poesy, would pore 38438|On the divine, 38438|And with her art vouchsafe to dwell, 38438|And muse upon a poet's bell. 38438|A barret bold, 38438|Wherein was set 38438|A courtier cold, 38438|And yet 38438|A debonair 38438|And debonair 38438|Of dainty, 38438|A debonair 38438|And debonair 38438|And debonair 38438|Were she; 38438|No cavalier 38438|Would e'er appear 38438|But he, 38438|A debonair 38438|And debonair 38438|Of debonair 38438|A debonair 38438|And debonair 38438|She. QUAE GENUS, if we call to mind 38438|These mortal scenes that chills my breast, 38438|From the remotest objects of the kind,-- 38438|The pictures that my fond heart brings 38438|From the familiar picture-dreams 38438|Of friends whose kind smile, smiling, tells 38438|Of all they once were in its fold, 38438|Where they were evermore behold! 38438|If they are living eyes of truth, 38438|Which I would gaze upon with awe, 38438|If they are dreams of living eyes, 38438|Whose very sweetness from them flies, 38438|Yet some short space beyond the bound 38438|Of earthly life they form in me 38438|A heart of lovely womanhood! 38438|O heart! at whose unceasing feet 38438|My own vain world I fain would be, 38438|Tho' here I kneel and worship it, 38438|Tho' here I worship far and near, 38438|And seem alone to feel you near,-- 38438|How oft my faithless heart will sigh 38438|For woman's face unskilled in this 38438|Serene and perfect form I see! 38438|If but this frail and fleeting thing 38438|Be the light shade that once was sky, 38438|Ah no! 'tis woman's voice is there, 38438|And 'tis the woman's voice I hear; 38438|But 'tis her voice whose dying tone 38438|So much endures to bear and love, 38438|That e'er I feel or think I hear 38438|This voice so deeply still above! 38438|And, if, as oft, to-day they tell 38438|Of all the world's vain, fleeting joys 38438|That circled round us, long ago, 38438|(And all the heart's gay dulcet flows 38438|Across the unregarded hills of Fame) 38438|I hear from these uplifted eyes 38438|The story of all things, and all 38438|The wondrous mysteries of that soul; 38438|As yet I know by what strange fate 38438|Soe'er this earth of heavenly birth, 38438|There lives a Being at my side 38438|More potent than the world or bride. 38438|He lifts ======================================== SAMPLE 129 ======================================== ! it is not meet 8187|For me to linger here-- 8187|For me to live in pleasure's ray, 8187|And learn the lore to dare; 8187|And, if the sun shall shine, to me 8187|The world is not so dim! 8187|But I will live my own, in truth, 8187|And feel that joy is mine, 8187|And love the world that calls me "home," 8187|And crown myself with bliss! 8187|The sun, my friend, the world were one!-- 8187|A ruby, not too bright 8187|To glitter in the darkness, 8187|But lit with light and light, 8187|Which, with its ray, bright as the sun, 8187|Shone like a day 8187|Of summer after midnight! 8187|His face was fair to see; the wind was bright 8187|By night, and, breathing o'er, all nature smiled. 8187|But there, 'mongst all the flowers that deck the bowers 8187|His place of birth, was Beauty's gayest child. 8187|So like the garden of the fields, that woos 8187|The wandering bee to sweets, and yields his sweets 8187|To every breeze that o'er the garden blows, 8187|When summer comes with flowers to beautify 8187|Its flowers with dewy eyes, and leaves that press 8187|Like little children's hands upon the flower; 8187|So bright, so brilliant was his youthful bloom, 8187|'Twas more than beauty's most delighted child 8187|Could e'er have painted there such loveliness; 8187|And when he spoke, it seemed a tiny cloud 8187|O'erhanging all its glory! 8187|He would not stay to gather flowers for pride, 8187|But rather sit and gaze upon them there, 8187|For they but glance on him with wondering pride, 8187|And feel that they were dearest to his share. 8187|The happy hour which brings to happy hearts 8187|Armidity, or pleasure's balmy power, 8187|Must not too soon be felt and seen depart 8187|The shadow which did shake them when they flower; 8187|Though seeming sunk in sun, they ne'er shall find 8187|A pleasure so delightful as the hour! 8187|Oh! there are pleasures painful still to bear; 8187|Their weight who can the measure of their treasure 8187|With such a deep amount of love compare? 8187|But to the utmost of enjoyment given, 8187|How much do its fond friends in sympathy 8187|Desert their spirits--the delusion given, 8187|If only from the hours of dream they live; 8187|If only thus the chain of grief they sever, 8187|While memory leaves them still thus brightest, 8187|To think that they have ever found a place 8187|Where none could ever be so blest as he, 8187|Allured by beauty's softest rules, where all 8187|Could never be his bliss. 8187|The heart's deep love for all the earth did prove 8187|A love absorbing love for all below. 8187|But when the earth upon his beauty hung 8187|Too mean and slight to warm its tender glow, 8187|And to the very source of all below, 8187|How sweet, so painful, in its love, it shone! 8187|Then, as I've said, he ne'er had been the slave 8187|In the fond bosom of a tender maid, 8187|Who takes the farewell of her lover, love, 8187|And leaves him at his liberty to sigh, 8187|But, like a rose, is gently faded now, 8187|And on her cheek has fed, and blossomed now-- 8187|And so we find, howe'er we hope to know 8187|That what a bosom is in _one_ such heart 8187|Can be the happiest bosom! 8187|Then let me dream, 8187|When the sad truth my heart will ohft reveal, 8187|I'll think of thee, I've seen thee sigh as well, 8187|And, though the pathway I have traced so oft, 8187|I'm sorry now that thou hast left me now, 8187|Thou wilt recall that spot to fond ======================================== SAMPLE 130 ======================================== on the shore; and when the watery 4560|Soft ripple of the sea seemed ebbing faster, 4560|And the salt slime of the shore tiptoe faster, 4560|As the boat drew to the right, I watched the waters 4560|Diver and flow away. 4560|But when I saw that all was well and well, 4560|Oh! how I strove to brood 4560|Over my mother's death, and mother's hold, 4560|With such a wistful dread. 4560|And then I saw that it was best, since first 4560|I thought that all was well. 4560|We reached that, on the further side, a porch 4560|Of noble structure lay; 4560|And on the two stretched out as far as eye 4560|Could see the further way. 4560|'Twas in the middle of that room, I said; 4560|A lady fair of face; 4560|And on her head a broad silk halter bled; 4560|Her face's perfect grace. 4560|She had a mouth, of crystal clear and white, 4560|As massive as a pearl; 4560|And o'er her shoulders, and across her heart 4560|There stole a little curl. 4560|"Well done, well done!" I called; "The day's work's done, 4560|The wages all been earned." 4560|But when she finished, through the fading light, 4560|I saw my mother's frame 4560|Unfolding suddenly, in form and face, 4560|An old, worn woman came. 4560|Straight to my father's house she moved, so fair 4560|Her step, such beauty wrought. 4560|And when my eyes in childhood, full of care, 4560|Had looked upon her brought 4560|The thoughts of long-dead father there, and found 4560|The home of both these thought. 4560|She had two bales of common board, and one 4560|Well laden with fruit-ears; 4560|And one was full of songs and play-flaws; 4560|And love was in her eyes, 4560|And truth in every childish voice and face, 4560|And in her voice the joy, 4560|Until at last our room was fully opened, 4560|In manner almost certain 4560|She was my mother once, with babe-like eyes, 4560|Full of all childish things, 4560|And on her head a crown of blossoms laid, 4560|And in her hand a king's, 4560|And in her hand a stately wreath of flowers, 4560|And in her hand a ring. 4560|"Would I were with him, then," I thought; "and he 4560|Would be so good and wise, 4560|And so desirable, so light of foot, 4560|Just to the widest size 4560|And let me see him in the light of day." 4560|But father shook his head; 4560|"What will this use of him? What is his use? 4560|A king can not be won; 4560|For he is pure as gold, and so beloved 4560|The people name him son." 4560|The king looked up: "That's better far," he said; 4560|"That will I gladly do; 4560|And I will make this gown of mine a coat, 4560|And set a shining new." 4560|He took up his scissors, untied his hem, 4560|And went his way rejoicing; 4560|And slowly bending o'er his staff, accursed, 4560|The father turned him round; 4560|And in a month, as best he might, he walked 4560|O'er valley, field, and hollow; 4560|And when the summer's heat was gone from view, 4560|The father trembled loud; 4560|And in his hand a naked sword he took, 4560|And slowly raised it solemnly, and smote 4560|Upon his forehead with a savage hand; 4560|But as he looked with a superior eye, 4560|A mighty wave of fearful thunder strode 4560|With sweeping rage upon the father and his child. 4560|He caught his sword; and as the boy was leaping 4560|Upon the mother ======================================== SAMPLE 131 ======================================== .' 38503|in the lines, 'The dew and the wild grass.' 38503|'Sweet and pleasant was the sylvan scene 38503|'With the wild wood's budding strength new bound' 38503|--What music warbles from its mossy screen, 38503|Or from within the silver mountain's bound' 38503|--What raptures through the glens so sweetly blent 38503|Haunting the fountains, or the forest's green. 38503|Whence trees and lawns with rippling branches rise, 38503|And woods responsive raise their clustering heads; 38503|While streams in vales lie laughing in the skies. 38503|'The oaks and oaks with moss have oft been made 38503|'Of moss and stone, and with their umbrage wove 38503|'In chapels deep the mountain caves have laid: 38503|'But now let winds a gentle breeze unfold, 38503|'And, o'er the plains of ocean, sweep the strand, 38503|'To waft his herds and trees, and lay his treasures fold.' 38503|'On this wild scene, the last of all, I trust, 38503|'Shall make thee happy; if our herds are slain;' 38503|prodigies of this poem in the form of a person, who died a 38503|virgin, in a village near Ypres, a young man that is now dead 38503|to parents after death.'--Dr. W. Scott, in his edition of 38503|The 'Valley tower' has been described as being formed of a rock 38503|the length south of K terrific. 38503|Tykesbury, where he was born, lived three centuries near Yorset, 38503|and was buried in Westminster Abbey-- 38503|by the Rev. A. Langnath, who died in 1855, and at the age of 38503|He lives, 'tis true, without one hopes of fame: 38503|But by no faith in death, or chance or fortune lame, 38503|We are not angels, who should e'er be foes to peace. 38503|We see you, Lord, confess the mystic strain, 38503|The harlot and the victim and the man; 38503|And fancy not the joys that grace the feast 38503|Of heavenly rapture, or the tales of earth: 38503|Each has the same enchanting moment, then-- 38503|'Tis then, O, Father, you must love, forget.' 38503|'When I am dead'-- 38503|'Your love betrays the secret of my breast.' 38503|'And then my love of you beguiles the rest-- 38503|'By your bright presence, you adjure the whole.' 38503|A shepherd's crook, the gift of heaven, she wore, 38503|An offering sacred to her holy Lord, 38503|In the mild joy of her celestial joys, 38503|And by her love of all that Heaven contains. 38503|In her own bosom she has learned the pain, 38503|As she kneels now for one last plaintive cry, 38503|That plaintive dirge for many a soul in pain, 38503|Of many a noble poet dying by; 38503|And sings again with tenderness, and speaks 38503|The softest notes, when mourned by distant pines; 38503|And then to weep; 'twere sweet to sing again 38503|In such a song as she can weave on earth, 38503|And with her smile to welcome the young heart, 38503|Till life's last spark falls from her feeble flame; 38503|To tell of woes that have been many maimed, 38503|Of one who died in her young manhood there; 38503|And be that love as it professed, which only 38503|Alone must give the soul that's loved for ever. 38503|Yes, yes, I recognize the mournful fate 38503|Of her whom now she leaves, and will not leave; 38503|The deep remorse, the inward grief, the wrath 38503|Of these alone can make this love our path! 38503|We are not angels, and can she command 38503|The chains which selfish love hath bound to her? 38503|Nay! she is free; we are not slaves at all! 38503|Thrust onward from the ======================================== SAMPLE 132 ======================================== here, 1008|For the deceitful counsel which was keep'd, 1008|Ere in amaze on him I had inquir'd, 1008|And question'd him in every wish delay. 1008|"O thou of primal love the prime delight! 1008|Sole knowest thou who lead'st the pilgrim band: 1008|Of sempiternal roses are their wreaths, 1008|Mixed in belief with amorous desire. 1008|But straight, who ledeth thee thither, say, 1008|Doth he believ'd, in his eternity, 1008|That twenty-four, not only twenty-two 1008|Are therefore down, as Moses did of old. 1008|No wonder, love, that after so much sin 1008|Was practiz'd in the secret school of God, 1008|Within the how tasted food it brings, 1008|But many a time ere study and the way 1008|Have been explor'd of him, that here is youth 1008|In misery, and here the heart is dead. 1008|That He may make thee lov'd, for her sake, thou 1008|Or for those hating whom just now thou burn'st." 1008|The teacher ended, and his high discourse 1008|Concluding, earnest in my looks inquir'd 1008|If I appear'd content; and I, whom still 1008|Unsated thirst to hear him urg'd, was mute, 1008|Mute outwardly, yet inwardly I said: 1008|"Perchance thou deem'st that I was in the world 1008|A doctrine, wavering with perplexity, 1008|Or else a wandering by thyself." Yet more 1008|He added: but I held it not in mind, 1008|For, past the vessels, when they make a feast, 1008|They of one prop make sure; and hence of three, 1008|Lest thou shouldst be o'erwhelm'd witharet, 1008|And the tower of the prudence tottering: 1008|For all these lessons, clothed in sober thought, 1008|The vessel of my gladness hath outdone; 1008|And should my speculations have appear'd, 1008|They have enriches thee about the path." 1008|The voice was now, "Blessed they that grace obtain," 1008|After it had with truth melicul'd the smile. 1008|But its raillery to the mind of man 1008|It added: "So thy faithful one appear'd, 1008|Thou well mayst mark. Who comes this weeping, speaks." 1008|It is the standard of the blessed realm, 1008|To mortal never of an earth or clime, 1008|He who doth come so far, that he may know 1008|The flavour of the rest, from that is struck 1008|To be a sword unto himself. The King 1008|Of the redeeming gods restrains the sword, 1008|But with another text to comment long 1008|The different tasteth; for that mortal he, 1008|That of the three is on this hand to sing, 1008|To all the rest might grant the like not found. 1008|And one, from whom the whole of the romance 1008|Is in the song of all, might now have sworn 1008|He had done parleying in the jaws of hell. 1008|To such, my brother, as the rest, is well. 1008|This in the game of Zara, which but now 1008|Bears th' tyranny, came never to the path 1008|By human nature. This proud one was Ludovick; 1008|To whom a wrath, as their sweet Maker gave, 1008|Did bow and smite them. Smiting their brows, 1008|The eyes of the distorted spirits fell. 1008|And from that vengeance, the lov'd vengeance came. 1008|He their first cause of all the cross implored, 1008|With words that might have saved their souls from Hell. 1008|Then in their tossing ship they tack'd the ship 1008|With masts, and masts, and winnow'd the moist air. 1008|There was a treble in the "Bella's seed," 1008|Known to the pitchy clouds, whence spirits are borne ======================================== SAMPLE 133 ======================================== |The young of Pupheldæ! O'er their heads 28621|The mellow horns their ivory boughs display; 28621|Their yellow teeth the spotted fillets bind, 28621|The yellow garlands, and the golden bow. 28621|Here the soft flute, and here the silver lyre, 28621|That spoke to virgin and the listening thrush, 28621|And all sweet sounds, attuned to Venus' ear. 28621|The pipe responsive echoed to the lay 28621|Long notes divine, the pleasing lyre resounds, 28621|The song responsive to the song resounds. 28621|The birds their notes alternate take, 28621|Now beat their breasts, and now are mute. 28621|In one united troops they join 28621|The notes divine, the song divine. 28621|The pipe with outstretch'd arms upheaves 28621|Her bosom, as the strings they lift; 28621|With deeper notes the groves resound, 28621|And woods resound, with louder echoes ring. 28621|The vocal groves their pleasing notes repeat, 28621|The shrubs repeat, responsive to the flute. 28621|Thus while the maid a graceful elm-tree chose, 28621|And touching here the sounding reeds among, 28621|A lioness appear'd, her zone around, 28621|Appear'd, and near the lofty boughs espied; 28621|Her face and size unknown to human eyes. 28621|The lioness the tiger-skin unbound, 28621|And in a moment saw a lovely nymph. 28621|Her arms she seizes, with a jealous care, 28621|And binds a zone with many an anadem. 28621|Thus, when her snowy swans in rapid flight, 28621|Thy glossy locks descending to the ground, 28621|O'er aether'd lake they skim along the brine, 28621|Or skim along transparent waves, till rest, 28621|The flying nymph appears, and timid sees 28621|A moving rock, in ocean all array'd, 28621|And sudden rises to the flood-side stream. 28621|The shepherd chid in vain th' untutor'd maid, 28621|For, as a bull she fled through shades of eve; 28621|For soon the clouds conceal'd her from his view, 28621|And hide her in a mist, which soon appear'd 28621|Like to a rosy wreath, and hung in air. 28621|But O, whoe'er could trace the hallow'd dame? 28621|A hundred daughters are the daughters there. 28621|Then to the spot she goes, no more to roam; 28621|The house dispers'd, the sylvan song ascends, 28621|Where now the Paphian shepherd finds his home. 28621|Yet still she seeks her native stream, and yet 28621|The streams she loves not, but a lover's care; 28621|For there her tender limbs, unconscious still, 28621|With playful finger twirl the twisted hair. 28621|The bev'rage, rous'd with tears, the maid admires; 28621|But soon her eyes exchange, and laugh, and weep. 28621|The nymph, who seem'd the spot where he had gone, 28621|With anxious hope her face and mind employ; 28621|Exclaiming,--“could'st thou take what thou hast lost?” 28621|She,--“could'st thou open, or conceal the truth!” 28621|The shepherd smil'd, and thus the fair one mirthful cried, 28621|And clasp'd her hand and led her weeping to--his side; 28621|A sudden lustre ran through every limb, 28621|And every face was terror, every limb. 28621|The naked Cyclopé at length forsook; 28621|And flying left her shelter'd in the brook. 28621|The lovely nymph, impatient of a prey 28621|To Leda's force, fled from her, nor obey'd 28621|The strict commandment of her absent lord; 28621|Nor less besought, the god's command to stay, 28621|Than seize her wand'rer--when Lamia fled. 28621|But when the youth had left the place behind, 28621|To shun the bitter mockery ======================================== SAMPLE 134 ======================================== 8187|The moon that shines as moonlight through thine eyes, 8187|And makes it glorious as its heaven heigh ho! 8187|The music of yon moon is like thy song 8187|To me, who every night of late times hear 8187|The echo of the music of thy voice, 8187|Telling the new bright scenes of spring's expanse. 8187|Thou tell'st my thoughts the forms which thou dost love. 8187|I feel thy shadow visit earth and sky, 8187|And thou wilt speak of heaven, and then forget 8187|The dreams thou dream'st of, and the fancies wild; 8187|And as that music which, in music true, 8187|The lonely soul of music only knew 8187|Shall to thy voice call forth; such words as these, 8187|Sweeter than voice of mortal e'er was breathed, 8187|Should tell the soul's pure trance the soul must feel, 8187|As he who roved once with thee when the world 8187|Heaved 'neath its sorrows, deep in the breast where thou 8187|By night and day like this fair planet dwelt. 8187|For, in thy breast still lives the heart of love; 8187|And if, where'er is beauty's purest charm, 8187|Thee and thy starry heaven thou may'st have seen, 8187|Thy eyes' soft glances, and thy breath's soft speech 8187|Caught from their spirit pure as the dew 8187|Of morning star beneath the morning breeze, 8187|Thou wilt not leave them till a cloud doth make 8187|The sunlight dull, and bid it slowly break 8187|'Mid the still sunshine as the shadows fall, 8187|While a soft wind creeps round thee and doth win 8187|The sunlight from it, and all eyes must meet 8187|Amid the silence that no life can greet. 8187|But when thy spirit mounts to thy bright dreams, 8187|Then will I then to a loftier strain, 8187|Till, like the sweet moon's silver, o'er the deep 8187|Dark ocean wave-vexed, my spirit seems 8187|To float like those bright spirits that call down 8187|From heaven's depths, and walk the wave-lit shore 8187|Of their bright home, with hearts that are no more. 8187|And oh the joy--the pride--the power--the glow-- 8187|The love--the love that in thy very face 8187|Burns like the blood-drops of a mighty foe, 8187|And leaves a gleam of its most radiant grace 8187|Amid the darkness of that lonely place! 8187|For, though I know thee as a loved-one, yet 8187|My heart is with thee, and my soul must know 8187|That thou art with me--thou wilt seem to be 8187|Like those young angels, who, within their sphere, 8187|Keep watch above the spirit's calm delight. 8187|Oh, be that love which is their earthly birth, 8187|Thy glorious love and high felicity, 8187|That in thy breast shall dwell serene, that earth, 8187|O'er his low vale, looks all the bliss to be 8187|Of that pure sphere whose influence I once 8187|Was worshipping, as the seraphs thee adore, 8187|As they have holied him with words of love-- 8187|Oh, come, and we shall find, in their enshrined 8187|Unworldly glories, from the hearts that bleed-- 8187|Thou wilt come with me when we shall meet, my love. 8187|The sunset came and stilled December's leafy bed; 8187|We left him there to mourn in his quiet rest, 8187|Where dreams he broke with music o'er every heart, 8187|As the warm wind is lifting a lonely cloud on its breast, 8187|So he wept his last, but never such a smile beamed o'er 8187|As the brightest beam o'er vales of the ocean wave, 8187|When it only meets the waves that, round it, o'er the place 8187|Of calm and peace, the sunset shows; where'er we clung, 8187|As the beam of sunset was guiding the ======================================== SAMPLE 135 ======================================== , but the time of rest? 14591|I'll tell you so; for now you see 14591|I am no longer young, thou see. 14591|To live? To die? And dost thou hear? 14591|And dost thou straightway say, 14591|"He'll come again; she'll come in-the-stoo." 14591|And must I then shut down mine eye, 14591|Because I see a face so fair. 14591|Must I then part from the boy I tried 14591|Who has the power to breathe, and see 14591|His face? His eye? His step? His hie? 14591|His step? His heart? And now I've bid 'em "Stay!" 14591|And they are gone. I know it, too. 14591|O thou, O life, O death, where is thy sting? 14591|Oft have I wandered from thy sight; 14591|I've seen thee, on that path, stand mute, 14591|And yet have loved thee through the night! 14591|But when I've seen thee,--confide 14591|Themselves in heaven--there Paradise,-- 14591|There, thou, an angel in a trance, 14591|Borne through thyself like some sweet influence; 14591|Whose hair, diffused to thy pure gold, 14591|Seems, as it winds, of silver spun 14591|O'er thy fair brow, and round thee run 14591|The silvery meshes of the sea. 14591|Thy robe is too audacious, too; 14591|Oft doth the sun in heaven lie,-- 14591|I'm weary with my many fears, 14591|And pine upon myself, and thee! 14591|Ah, the deep tumult of the grove! 14591|The tumult and the soft excess 14591|Of the sweetest of the sweetest flowers 14591|To me so friendly, yet less fierce; 14591|Yet, oh, how deadly to inflict! 14591|Oh thou, that on the earth art led, 14591|Smile'st at my tortures! Be it so! 14591|To thee--to thee? Thou art my God, 14591|And never can I fail to know. 14591|All evil in man's bosom glows, 14591|When he is guiltless of his sins, 14591|And he that bears a heart is wise. 14591|To thee? yes, be it so! 14591|To thee, to thee, that thou, this day, 14591|Will show thy virtue and thy might. 14591|Thou'rt righteous, that, like thee, I seem 14591|A rebel to my innocence. 14591|Thou'rt right! All that I feel is thine! 14591|My heart, my lips, my teeth, my eyes, 14591|All means of trying, all of right! 14591|I know not that thou'rt wrong! 14591|I know not that thou'rt right,-- 14591|But that thou'rt wrong, for wrong I see, 14591|And that thou'lt right, for thou'rt wrong. 14591|I know not that thou'rt right,-- 14591|But that thou'rt right, for wrong I see, 14591|And that thou'rt wrong, for thou'rt wrong. 14591|I know not that thou'rt right, 14591|But God is just in every sight, 14591|And every joy in every joy. 14591|And then I know thou'rt wrong. 14591|Ah, God exact! 14591|I know not whether next to sin 14591|I yield, or bow my head and sin, 14591|But only that I must begin! 14591|I know not whether next to see 14591|The first, and last, and not the last, 14591|But always, always, all for me. 14591|The love of good is but a snare, 14591|The love of wealth is but a snare, 14591|The love of gold is but a snare. 14591|To feel the world is but a snare. 14591|And when, and where, and by what name; 14591|To do the thing thou'rt not to do,-- 14591|O blessed Saviour, know's ======================================== SAMPLE 136 ======================================== , who had no sooner got a job than his: 22229|So, toil and travel did our fortune seem, 22229|Might be expected as a healthy dream: 22229|And while we lived thus joyful and serene, 22229|No matter if we ne'er had cause to pine. 22229|One day young Damon, wandering 'mid the flowers, 22229|In sadness, sought the gay Arcadian bowers; 22229|With meads in view, he plucked the freshest flow'rs, 22229|He culled the ripe pomegranate and the flow'rs; 22229|But the sweet sweet, unsated honey stung 22229|His beating heart, which glowed with melting fire. 22229|Oh for the life of a sweet life the rose! 22229|Oh for the hope that never shall close 22229|The old love, on which my bosom beat; 22229|Then love, and love, and friendship meet! 22229|But the heart which never yet can close, 22229|Now leaves me with my fate forlorn; 22229|Sad, weeping, with a wounded heart, 22229|With sorrow and despondency, 22229|I seek the bower of my Delight. 22229|The flow'r, so warmly gay, I cherish sadly; 22229|Oh the sweet, unsated flow'r! how blest were I, 22229|Tho' a while I have the secret of the heart, 22229|And its sweet secret of the bosom, absent long! 22229|The sun upon the river's edge, 22229|The morning in the village spied: 22229|As onward it did speed away 22229|The night o'er hill and valley played; 22229|And o'er the hill-top, cold and gray, 22229|The night fell colder than the day. 22229|And yet I sighed, but made no sound 22229|Save one, alone but far away,-- 22229|A little stream they might have made 22229|For sake of him whose love they swayed. 22229|'Till I had crept beneath the grass 22229|Where little winding paths were plac'd, 22229|Or by the hedgerow's silent brink 22229|The way their feet might pass o'er-brim'd. 22229|Then back they turned, and still remain 22229|As though they ne'er had waded there: 22229|A mossy mound above me cast 22229|'Mongst that forgetful river's care. 22229|I stood with weary eyes and lids 22229|And strained my ears, and sighed, and ask'd 22229|In turn the cause that I discern'd, 22229|The cause, that I so long had sought: 22229|But still the secret I could know, 22229|The form I ne'er had loved so long, 22229|Was but a shadowy form, that came 22229|And ne'er approach'd my ear to sire. 22229|Then oft they told me I was dead; 22229|And that on him I fondly thought, 22229|That I, by one so sweetly blest, 22229|Could live without the love I brought. 22229|And when to both he was allied, 22229|The dearer feelings they seem'd near-- 22229|The one the other's tender guide, 22229|And only he could fondle here. 22229|For I look'd forth to search around, 22229|And, 'tween the first and earliest days, 22229|I travell'd far, and knew him bound, 22229|At last upon his boundless ways. 22229|No human language was his name, 22229|Nor yet his deeds of carnage blush'd; 22229|The proudest warrior he became, 22229|And round the battlements sate crowd. 22229|He came--a child of high estate; 22229|(Of all our fathers he was stay'd,) 22229|By sires and brothers much belov'd. 22229|He fought the battles of his day, 22229|Like bravest warriors, brave and bold, 22229|Until the warlike spirit fail'd. 22229|His hand the foe might not withhold. 22229|When the sharp sword he vainly drew, 22229|He fought, and met him face to ======================================== SAMPLE 137 ======================================== |And the sweet music of the sea! 3295|What! have the moon and sounding sun 3295|Yielded to thee such soothing calm? 3295|Why hast thou sought for her white face 3295|And loved her cheeks, coldly and pale? 3295|And wherefore has the sea-nymph 3295|Died, and the rose renewed her grace? 3295|And wherefore hast thou sought in vain 3295|And found her body, wherefore die? 3295|_Ako Marglar_. CR. 3295|O maiden, in my life's young hour, 3295|Hearing my voice's exulting sway-- 3295|The tumult of my martial clime,-- 3295|In the hot noon of the dreary day, 3295|When the world's tumult thickens thine, 3295|And the last shriek of the world is thine? 3295|O! ye who love no life, nor feel 3295|The agony of things that are, 3295|Fly not alone, lest the dear dark veil 3295|Of twilight grow too chill to bear-- 3295|A veil between the gods and thee, 3295|O maiden, in your life's young hour, 3295|Hear me! I pray thee, pause not then, 3295|Oh, ere we part--the veil of night 3295|I veil from sight the darkening veil-- 3295|The glimmering veil that veils the day, 3295|The silent moonlight and the night, 3295|And in the gloaming closes down 3295|The music of the battle-flood! 3295|_O maiden, in thy life's young hour, 3295|Hearing my voice's exulting thrill-- 3295|The terror of thy death-strewn face-- 3295|In the long night and the loud battle-play-- 3295|And in the gloaming closes down 3295|The music of the battle-crowd, 3295|And in the battle-crowdlet's shade 3295|The music of the battle-drowd._ 3295|O maiden, in thy life's young hour, 3295|Hearing my voice's exulting thrill-- 3295|In the long night and the loud battle-play-- 3295|And in the gloaming closes down 3295|The music of the battle-crowd! 3295|_O maiden, in thy life's young hour, 3295|Hearing my voice's exulting thrill-- 3295|The terror of thy death-strewn face-- 3295|In the long night and the loud battle-crowd-- 3295|And in the gloaming closes down 3295|The music of the battle-cloud._ 3295|O maiden, in thy life's young hour, 3295|Hearing my voice's exulting thrill-- 3295|In the long night and the loud battle-crowd-- 3295|And in the gloaming closes down 3295|The music of the battle-cloud! 3295|A Woman's Thought 3295|Two Maidens by habitual window-sills, 3295|Blossoms and fruits, together ripe for wines and wine, 3295|And sweet melodious colours of the pine; 3295|Crowding one side, the other side, with flowers divine, 3295|Crowding the lattice up with languid hands, 3295|Till on the third side of the lattice up there starts 3295|A maiden singing sweetly beautiful; 3295|A lady with large eyes of laughing blue, 3295|And laughter light as lilies in a meadow dell; 3295|A golden-haired, majestic Georgian, tall 3295|Enamel of the world's ruddy hue; 3295|A lady slim, and with a golden hair, 3295|And soft French lisping voices from the near 3295|Came whispering of Titania and of Beatrice, 3295|And of her beauty and her innocent mischance. 3295|Then came a sudden cloud, and o'er the scene 3295|A sudden flash of vague and mystic light-- 3295|A single thin pale woman with ======================================== SAMPLE 138 ======================================== . 35190|{Tone} I. The word is used to signify the word _lofty_. 35190|{O}nisland. A very mysterious Danish promontory. 35190|{Pertanteronoe_, a beautiful land of flowers, in the "Piracynical 35190|{opoprightlies} The name of Brunetto, the name of Brunetto is 35190|{opopoplaras}, the name of Brunetto in Tusitala. 35190|{opopeverb} St. Brunetto in his _Alizen_ represents the place 35190|{opeverb} St. Brunetto in his _Alizen_ represents the place 35190|{opeverb} In the _Middelbodere_ it bears an important part. 35190|{opeverb} St. Brunetto in his _Alterona_ adjures the place 35190|_Renaissance_ is a name not far from it. It is the only 35190|name which is not popularly the same in England as Rose-field 35190|{opeverb} St. Brunetto replies (in his _Aurora Pastoral_): 35190|{optolemos_, to suit with a _vesper_ or matron. St. John says, 35190|{optolemos_), St. John says, 35190|{optolemos_, to suit with a _vesper_, to suit with a _vesper_, 35190|{optolemos_, to suit with a _vesper_, to suit with a _vesper_). 35190|{optolemos_, St. John says, 35190|{optolemos_}, St. John says, 35190|{opstalos] St. John thinks: 35190|{opstalos] St. John says, that in this country there is a 35190|sign at the end of each of each of the signs. 35190|{opoptymsos_, St. John says, 35190|{optolemos_, St. John says, 35190|{oplolemos} St. John says, 35190|{opstalos_, St. John says, 35190|{optrudes}, St. John says, 35190|{ophelos} St. John says, 35190|{ophelos} St. John says, 35190|{oplolemos_, St. John says, 35190|{oploheims} St. John says, 35190|{opoptrudes} St. John says, 35190|{ophelos} St. John says, 35190|~Fellow, what is your name? 35190|By that great shadow that lies yonder! 35190|It will never, never come true! 35190|But I will have fifty men, 35190|And they all lie in my room, 35190|And I will have fifty men, 35190|And I will have fifty men." 35190|It is very difficult thus to deny that many of the guests were by 35190|{*b} "We have chosen fifty." The seven-hilled City was, for the 35190|"Yet, though your walls lie hidden in the sea, 35190|With mirrored stones we build you house and home." 35190|Chronicon's translation of the Iliad from the Island of Simonides 35190|"We cannot make bargains with thee, ye knights 35190|That conquer at the navy of the sea, 35190|We cannot trust our faulchions; at our hands 35190|Ye must strike cross and burn, and must be free, 35190|And ye shall find us in the wildering caves, 35190|And ye shall find us in the island-plains, 35190|And in the broad-backed vessels ye shall sail, 35190|And all the bands of Austria shall be joined, 35190|And ye shall sail for England and her arms, 35190|And ye shall find the blue-bells girded shore 35190|And her high-crested turrets, o'er the bay, 35190|And ye shall ride and ride with sword and flame, 35190|And in your father's country shall be found, 35190 ======================================== SAMPLE 139 ======================================== |The light, the glory of the day; 28591|The joy, the sorrow, and the shame-- 28591|The glory all, the glory all. 28591|I was a poor blind man, 28591|In the kingdom of the north 28591|I lived in a poor blind man, 28591|And am a poor blind man. 28591|A child of a wretched mother 28591|Died of a black sheep, 28591|Grizzled and blind, and as a brutal 28591|Christ became meat for the sheep. 28591|I was a poor blind man, 28591|In the kingdom of the north 28591|I died all alone, 28591|In the kingdom of the north. 28591|I am a poor blind man, 28591|In the kingdom of the north. 28591|I am a blind man, 28591|In the kingdom of the north. 28591|I have a goodly house 28591|With a roof of guttering iron, 28591|A door for any child 28591|To stand beside and sing. 28591|I have a tender garden, 28591|A little tender gate, 28591|Over the wall and over. 28591|I have a pleasant dwelling, 28591|Where tidy little children 28591|Are playing at their games. 28591|I sing in my old garden, 28591|I play in the midst of the pleasant stones, 28591|Where the fountain leaps in clear, cool streams, 28591|Whose shining face shines on every side 28591|With delicate beauty and grace. 28591|There, with trees, and blossoms, and leaves, 28591|I live in my old age and playmates' pranks, 28591|And the roses spring in blue and red, 28591|And the frogs and the lilies are all beautiful things, 28591|And the sun shines bright and warm, 28591|And the birds do sing in the top of the tower, 28591|And the flowers do wave in the air 28591|And the earth is glad for the merry time of flowers; 28591|And I listen all the day long 28591|To the children's prattle, 28591|As they sing in sweet, gay ballads 28591|Up in the meadows 28591|Under the hayloft, 28591|In the mellow, green, and shadowless woods. 28591|There do the children play; 28591|Never a thought disturbs my brain, 28591|And I cannot find any such boy 28591|To play in my life's green, green. 28591|Hush, sweetest voices of the flowers, 28591|I hear you whispering from the trees. 28591|Sleep, little ones, your slumber deep; 28591|All day long you taught me these sweet words. 28591|Sleep, little ones, your slumber deep; 28591|All day long you taught me these wild words. 28591|Sleep, little ones, your slumber deep; 28591|All day long you taught me these wild words. 28591|Come, the sun with all his fires, 28591|Pour the glory of your Maker's rays; 28591|Come, the wind, with all his showers, 28591|Bring him gifts of loveliest days. 28591|Sylphs, you bring us fairest dreams, 28591|Laughing laughter, weeping, clinging hands; 28591|Come, the sun, your light all streaming, 28591|Makes us wander all the plains of lands. 28591|Come, wild birds, with your songs of glee; 28591|All day long the woods are murmuring; 28591|Come, the wind, with all your showers; 28591|Bring the flowers of autumn flowers; 28591|And the days of winter hours. 28591|Come, the sun, with all his fires, 28591|Gilding all the barren sands; 28591|Bring the cool cool shadows, bring 28591|Tendrils green with rustlings of cold; 28591|And the cool cool winds that whisper 28591|To the sun, like widow'd hands. 28591|Bring, the bright day, that changest dark, 28591|And give us back the cheerful day. 28591|Come, the wind, swift and more swift; 28591|Fling the banners wide and strong; 28591| ======================================== SAMPLE 140 ======================================== and the great, and of the few. 27129|_Dryad_, drear, old man. 27129|_Flax-thread_, to cut, to sever. 27129|_Flax-wheel_, a flax-master. 27129|_Flotilla_, the plant of a silver bell. 27129|_Fyltreful_, ill-used. 27129|_Fylstone_, a floundering fire. 27129|_Flour-piece_, a floundered hag. 27129|_Flour-coat_, a horse's cap. 27129|_Flour-coat_, the horse's head. 27129|_Flirt_, fret, worry. 27129|_Fyre_, sore, toil. 27129|_Fyne_, to fret, fret. 27129|_Fyther_, to discover. 27129|_Gabbe_, to guess. 27129|_Gabbe_, a wonder, to ask. 27129|_Gabbed_, to gabble, to gabble. 27129|_Gabbed och_, that would not let him see. 27129|_Gabbe_, a bubble. 27129|_Gabbed-ow_, the owl. 27129|_Gabbed-ow_, to dream. 27129|_Gabbe_, dim, visions. 27129|_Gabbet_, a dream, a vision. 27129|_Gatty_, fair, beautiful. 27129|_Gawkie_, cunning. 27129|_Gawkie_, a foolish fellow. 27129|_G grossly sang_, much like, much like. 27129|_Grannie_, a little beard. 27129|_Grannie_, pretty, pretty. 27129|_Grannie_, grandmother. 27129|_Grannie_, grandmother. 27129|_Grannie_, grandmother, damsel. 27129|_Grannie_, grandmother. 27129|_Gawkie_, foolish, foolish. 27129|_Gillie-mear_, a patch of cloth. 27129|_Grannie_, grandmother. 27129|_Grillie_, diminutive of saying, to grumble, to flatter, to jeer. 27129|_Grannie_, grandmother. 27129|_Gillie-do-dee_, the stomach. 27129|_Grannie_, grandmother. 27129|_Grannie_, grandmother, mother. 27129|_Grannie_, grandmother. 27129|_Great-worded_, good-natured. 27129|_Gley chuckie_, the mouth. 27129|_Grannie_, grandmother, mother. 27129|_Haddin_, a hoard. 27129|_Haffet_, _with a slug in either fist_, a bagpipe. 27129|_Hafflins_, the smallest kind of treasure given by a treasure. 27129|_Hafflins_, the treasure of the goods of the family. 27129|_Hafflins_, a drinking-cup for his children. 27129|_Hafflins_, a little girl. 27129|_Haddin_, the cunning, avarice of a farmer. 27129|_Hafflins_, _harvest_. 27129|_Hafflins_, a little girl. 27129|_Hafflins_, little girl. 27129|_Hafflins_, huffling, growing. 27129|_Hafflins_, harvest. 27129|_Hafflins_, harvest of the farm. 27129|_Havins_, a field full of maize, potatoes. 27129|_Havlins_, harvest of barley, potatoes. 27129|_Hawkie-sur_, huckleberry. 27129|_Hawkie-wau_, a little female crow. 27129|_Hear-fu'_, the hoarse cry of a dog. 27129|_Hear-shai_, hoarse-shrill. 27129|_Hear-skalt_, tongue. 27129|_Hear-skirt_, tongue for the reckoning of a haggard, a beggar. 27129|_King- ======================================== SAMPLE 141 ======================================== and the sea-cliffs. 1365|Shall we not live in blindness? 1365|What is our life worth living? 1365|We live in ill-conceited, 1365|We die, know not the meaning; 1365|In the dread hour of danger 1365|We die, and our life eternal 1365|As vapour that exhales vapours 1365|From horrid founts of horrid fens. 1365|The moon like a great ring of fire 1365|In heaven, all beautiful and pale; 1365|The moon like a great tear of pity 1365|With the bright moon in her pale; 1365|The moon like God's great strength 1365|In man's weak flesh and sinews. 1365|O holy moon, O lovely moon! 1365|Be you God's sister, or some other, 1365|The same sweet son of Israfel, 1365|And Isabella, mother mild; 1365|And holy moon, O lovely moon! 1365|But with the wicked queen, Isabeek. 1365|He is the good king Casimir. 1365|A palmer from the North 1365|Came to our house, 1365|The north, the only one 1365|That the birds sing. 1365|"You are welcome, sir," 1365|Ten little maidens said; 1365|Ten little girls, alas! 1365|No more are seen. 1365|"You are welcome, sir," 1365|Young Peter said. 1365|"Your sisters, too, 1365|Have all been waiting for you; 1365|Why, who are you, 1365|With such a crowd to-night, 1365|So many, one by one?" 1365|The maidens raised 1365|Their heads in doleful wails, 1365|The minstrels of the air 1365|Had touched with harp-strings clear; 1365|The minstrels rose 1365|With harp-strings like a man's; 1365|They made the right Jutasch ring, 1365|And harps of gold beneath 1365|Made answer to the lay; 1365|Young Peter sang, 1365|And soon th' old people too 1365|Full loud the song did rouse: 1365|"Young Peter," they cried, 1365|"I come from Epinetz, 1365|And from the land of light 1365|I come to thee to-night; 1365|I come to bring you peace, 1365|To pardon and protect 1365|The king, the king, the saint, 1365|And all the land with song; 1365|Give me thy hand, my son, 1365|Put off with sword and gun, 1365|And lead me, where I may 1365|Serve at thy side." 1365|The maidens raised 1365|The minstrels in their song; 1365|They sang the hests 1365|Of gray wolf, wolf, and strong; 1365|They sang the hests 1365|Of gray fox, black bear, and roe; 1365|They sang the hests 1365|Of gray hemlock, as he; 1365|And the maiden's song 1365|Did steep in mirth her brow. 1365|The minstrels raised 1365|Their murmuring voices deep; 1365|They sang the hests 1365|Of blue-mantled snow, 1365|And of roses in their hair 1365|Of gray and amber-pale; 1365|And the maidens twain 1365|Made the songs and harping there; 1365|And the minstrels played 1365|"O wellaway 1365|From thy castle door, 1365|O wellaway 1365|From thy turret door, 1365|O wellaway 1365|From thy turret door, 1365|O wellaway 1365|From thy turret door, 1365|O wellaway 1365|From the castles here; 1365|But let farewell to the shepherd and his sheep!" 1365|The minstrels raised 1365|Their voices wild, 1365|They sang the hests 1365|Of gray ivy, as he! ======================================== SAMPLE 142 ======================================== _ (in 1771). Introduction by William G. 27069|_The Man of Sixty Spears_ (at the age of the British Magazine). 27069|_Ballad of the Jogged of Rhinocer by Sir Arthur Christopher Hunt._ 27069|Byron's Jendsul-Store. 27069|An old Latin Story. By James148. 27069|Byron's Jendsul-Store. 27069|Byron's Jendsul-Store. 27069|Byron's Jendsul-Store. 27069|Byron's Jendsul-Store. 27069|Byron's Jendsul-Store. 27069|A New furrier's Wife. 27069|An old English Ballad. 27069|A Year's Gift. 27069|Byron's Jendsul-Store. 27069|Byron's Jendsul-Store. 27069|Byron's Jendsul-Store. 27069|All in the editions of 1815. 27069|"In the first billet must this verse be read, 27069|Supplied with such a single pound, 27069|As did our Jakeomaux, you must know, 27069|Take, give this pennon of our own, 27069|And go with this old man to town." 27069|The Publisher presses on to the same with the poem, "The Boy, 27069|A Year's House." In the first half of the century, the whole 27069|"Hymn the Pious Deity, that eateth corn 27069|And drinketh wine, and liveth in the vine." 27069|"The Temple, Sion." No connection with the immortal title of the 27069|I have risen to light on thy glorious wings 27069|And spread so far, that all may read aright 27069|The words, those who in Heaven wait for me, 27069|And lay them down before me." 27069|"The Angels, also, 27069|That haunt the place where my Lord Jesus is, 27069|Where my Lord Jesus hath His Armories," &c. 27069|"A goodly man, and an excellent for sale 27069|Of gold, and scarlet, and vinegar, and gold." 27069|The foregoing stanza is omitted in the original. 27069|"It is a great gift, Sion, to thee to impart." 27069|The original has "_unlucky to be cured_" from "The 27069|faulty. 27069|"But that thou should'st deny unto the world 27069|The Son of Man, whom men did oft accuse." 27069|"But why should not a little infant know 27069|When for the father's sake he had no sin?" 27069|"In that it was that his obedience 27069|Did first deserve those acts of his esteem." 27069|"A precious stone, and forged by a cross-bolt, he 27069|Did to the Temple carry a great loss." 27069|"He, at the time when the Son of Man 27069|Was driven from Paradise because of her, 27069|Did swear that only with his word 27069|God would assault that hidden Power, 27069|And with his voice did bid him to be free." 27069|"O Sion, in the days of my youth, I have lost 27069|Much of my zeal, much of my youthful fire, 27069|And in my time when I was yet a child, 27069|Little I cared but the Cross was in the wood. 27069|Such an abundant blessing is in Heaven." 27069|"And is there no man, thou can'st understand, 27069|O Sion, in the days that are gone by, 27069|To tell thy subjects' sorrows at a word?" 27069|"And does there still live one on earth more fell?" 27069|"And doth there still live one on earth more frail?" 27069|The Son of Man, on Christmas Day, 10th December, 1759. 27069|On the first of March 4th September, 100th December, 27069|"To the trees," the Lord in a whisper defied ======================================== SAMPLE 143 ======================================== of the great Queen-Bee.--_Freneau's note._ 22421|_The American Philosophical Editions._ 22421|The following is a passage of about a half minute plausibly 22421|The poet had never intended to be addressed to any social 22421|I have the honour to be, 22421|If in the world which they abominate, 22421|To meet, and to applaud, involved by wit, 22421|Themselves the Poets in these volumes were not fit, 22421|'Tis true, men often write a little best, 22421|But then they all were raw, and so the rest. 22421|For in this Book the author's memory 22421|Hath both by what ensnared mark are read 22421|(Wherein they both their brows have staid in bed), 22421|Them much entomb'd, and with what head. But these 22421|Were all the books of the _Academicians_'S pen 22421|Upon all ages built with books by saints 22421|Enlarged with spiritual bodies,--not of men, 22421|And they from whom they first were sent, but when 22421|They see 'em first are out of all the earth and then 22421|Huge fragments of the commonwealth we call 22421|The _Moral Person_, from his famous _Richard_, 22421|And made a present to his Genius still, 22421|For his great influence was a thing at will. 22421|But since it is enough (as I have said) 22421|From these same books to be deliver'd quite, 22421|And therefore must the labours of the two 22421|Be all the pleasure that I like to write. 22421|Besides we cannot that I should not be 22421|Improv'd by force from their superior rhymes. 22421|And as you have appear'd me to be 22421|Not having seen them since they reach'd the time. 22421|But then, I hope 'mongst other authors, none 22421|So skilled or so discreet to act a part, 22421|As will be seen to let the strongest be 22421|By their invention, though their lands were one, 22421|At least, like to a ploughman stuck in salt. 22421|All these I must excuse, for the old tale 22421|Of the old bards:--but a strain of detail 22421|Or unkindness will get me to alter it, 22421|Though all were probably of a middle state 22421|In the most ancient times, and a vice in it. 22421|This man, therefore, was one who first taught Art 22421|To pass the time without his critic part; 22421|Though from the Greek his first Latin hath been, 22421|And his Greek his Greek;--and a wise beast of earth, 22421|Who still was hid in the same dark water-gea, 22421|With the same Moor for image and for food; 22421|Who always knew to read it in a book, 22421|And always felt no frighten'd terrors look 22421|On the great poets of our age, 'tis said, 22421|In bloody uproar he grew up like Drury 22421|And left his brawls to sing, that Homer's fire 22421|Could not but burn his lines and then inspire. 22421|These things, therefore, have been his whole delight, 22421|But that with these we have him drest to write. 22421|I shall not say he gave good times, or worse,-- 22421|A long time,--though I wish for worse and worse. 22421|If he be made a bard, he's always well 22421|In harmony, and though he cannot sell, 22421|As we have well begun, his rhyming vein 22421|Has still a kind of bard-like quality, 22421|And fits them all by it. You have the rub, 22421|To see which is the better. Shylock quotes 22421|All the world must have staid away to win it. 22421|A bard who comes and goes with all his wit, 22421|Must pay the forfeit. Shold the more's the pity. 22421|But thou art made a poet, so that I 22421|Would fain be bound by custom and by law; 22421|So that when ======================================== SAMPLE 144 ======================================== ; 6652|If the nymph that bore him knew, 6652|His heart would burst with joy 6652|To see his lovely form 6652|To the very first destroy'd, 6652|And in her eyes' dark lamb 6652|Doubtless her fears, were vain. 6652|And now, unnoted firmness in the air 6652|Breathes forth no dread alarm; 6652|No fear in her deep trouble to be borne, 6652|Or flight of the scared bird; 6652|Her angry glance, her scorn of angry eyes 6652|Burning with fierce desire 6652|Where the thundering thunder-stone in fiery tempest sighs 6652|Above the lightning's fire, 6652|As he, with beating wing, 6652|To rend the bolt that strives to throw, 6652|Into himself it rolls: 6652|And now the work is done; 6652|Not an appointed joy, not one behind it; 6652|The bow is in the shaft, and forth the arrow 6652|Is cleaving as it comes. 6652|Let all to sleep betake them; 6652|Their rest is with the Muses. 6652|Then, Joy, the sweet delusion! 6652|No dream, the idle cheat! 6652|No waking yesterday, no yesterday, 6652|No dream at all, too happy to betray, 6652|Can touch my saddening heart; 6652|Yet will my best resolved be 6652|When my beloved thou lov'st me. 6652|Yes! let the pleasant pastures 6652|Cease to chant my mournful strains; 6652|No more may Fancy pictures 6652|Of my deep misery's charms; 6652|Lull down, ye winds, with softness, 6652|My sad, my noontide dreams; 6652|So may thy gentle magic 6652|Float o'er my troubled streams. 6652|When I, no more by thee, grow wearied out, 6652|Behold my latest dreams o'ercharged with gloom, 6652|Think of my pale, uncertain, life-abysm 6652|lled off with many toils, 6652|Though brightened by thy breath to bloom. 6652|When I forget that thou would'st come 6652|And bathe me in thy beauteous bowers, 6652|In quiet-suited calm, and breathe 6652|My life in thy Elysian bowers: 6652|Then thou wilt say, from thy delay, 6652|"He comes, who once was all in all," 6652|And only for this deed, can frame 6652|A portrait of thy love of life. 6652|There lived a God, a god whom nothing can destroy: 6652|He said that nothing could disturb 6652|The god who made all planets, worlds, 6652|And made the sun and stars, 6652|And all the winds that move on high, 6652|And all the planets that move on high, 6652|All actions on which earth I found, 6652|All passions on which earth I found, 6652|And every atom of birth I found 6652|When my first love began to be crown'd. 6652|Now, O eternal, thou alone 6652|Shall rule the earth, and every stone 6652|Where it was clod dispels the dust, 6652|And all its iron sinews built, 6652|And all its iron sinews forged; 6652|And thine all fire and all its throes, 6652|All primal ministers, the suns, 6652|All graces that began the rise, 6652|All modes of lustre that run out, 6652|All shapes of every form and scope 6652|And all the destinies of man; 6652|All shapes of every moment that disperse, 6652|And all the sins of all the times, 6652|All frailties that disturb the soul, 6652|All blessings that abate or abate, 6652|All loves and passions that control, 6652|All shapes of all and time and fate, 6652|All shapes of wishes, and all shapes, 6652|All loves and passions that disturb, 6652|All colosities of form and flesh, 6652|All forms of evil and evil deeds, ======================================== SAMPLE 145 ======================================== , 8187|Hovering near to every heart. 8187|But, oh! how quick the moments strike!-- 8187|In a moment--and again 8187|As in slow-ebbing slumbers, 8187|Silent the moon, and bright the moon. 8187|But the night is past--its rites are done; 8187|And the maiden leaves her bride; 8187|In the chamber, at the casement's base, 8187|She stands, her veil removed to hide. 8187|And the maid turns pale and wide. 8187|When the closing bowl has closed the scene, 8187|And the midnight feast begun, 8187|One feature more--a feature more-- 8187|Is lost in every look and tone. 8187|Then memory pictures with a trace 8187|Of distant toil--of human bliss 8187|Till, taught by classic truth to trace 8187|The human spirit down to this. 8187|Then, too, the bride and bridegroom too 8187|May pass--but, ah! the bridegroom too! 8187|But the midnight feast already spread 8187|Is ended--and the evening's dead. 8187|So, from the casement, soft and low, 8187|With lip and cheek still redolent, 8187|With rosy light the dancers go, 8187|As if to lead them, as they went, 8187|To the nave's mysterious bower, 8187|Where, as in sleep the lovers lay, 8187|The nave, in twilight solitude, 8187|Murmuring their own secret song, 8187|Like birds, by some long-echoed grove, 8187|Breathe their last flavest song of love. 8187|And, oh! how dear to memory's ear, 8187|Are murm'ring tones so soothingly, 8187|Which may--oh! more--be heard and seen-- 8187|Come floating o'er a midnight sea. 8187|And now, with hues of deathless bloom, 8187|The death-lights dance, descending 8187|O'er the floor, and through the gloom, 8187|Of the live-long night, that light 8187|To the lover's ear is given, 8187|As a light which through the chamber plays 8187|O'er a dying heart's impassioned gaze. 8187|While, in the middle of the night, 8187|The lover roves around, 8187|And with the gaze which sees not Thee, 8187|Is haunted and confounded 8187|This scene, and every tone 8187|Is with that passion wrung; 8187|The heart whose every thought reveals 8187|Those strange thoughts, wildly-shaken, 8187|That ever seek to harry 8187|The fearful night, thus falling 8187|On that one bosom broken. 8187|And then, in its wild minstrelsy, 8187|Like the first fluting of the wind, 8187|It flits,--and all the soul is still,-- 8187|Like a leaf fluttered o'er the sill; 8187|And, blest in spirit and in name, 8187|Like the blue seraphs of the sphere 8187|That o'er the vast expanse proclaim 8187|A glorious heaven to win and near, 8187|So bright, so beautiful, so fair, 8187|Whose light hath caught the eye with prayer, 8187|And whose the words, _they_ seem to say, 8187|"In the love words, the words _they_ say!" 8187|And at each pause the curtain slips, 8187|And forth with it the last beam slips, 8187|And the veiled bridegroom's lips conjoin. 8187|Oh, this strange life of feeling dark 8187|Is but in dreams,--'tis but in sleep! 8187|Or were it like an angel's flight 8187|To worlds beyond, to be new-born, 8187|And then serenely breathed and smiled 8187|The flowers of hope and faith and life! 8187|And had this hope been so beguiled 8187|'Twas but the zest, and only, _these_, 8187|If told that nought our lips can frame, ======================================== SAMPLE 146 ======================================== on his face, and on his brow, 34298|With accents blended of compassion now, 34298|His mother's kiss the holy child caressed, 34298|And his sweet prayer the happy bride explained. 34298|"O when, my father, shall I mingle tears, 34298|In those dark eyes where sorrow's self appears, 34298|To answer all, and all that kindling brow?" 34298|She paused--then answered, "When the tempests roam, 34298|No stranger from our land hath come to me. 34298|I will, my dearest--nay, but not for thee. 34298|Why, then, my father, has the loved one fled, 34298|Where, far from household friends, he now is laid? 34298|Or, hast thou loved his eyes--or didst thou gaze 34298|On his cold brow in answer to his gaze? 34298|Nay, father! father! in that lonely hour, 34298|When the rude tempests find a lover's power, 34298|And the white clouds o'er summer heavens rush, 34298|To veil, like some cold, formal form in flower, 34298|A maid, to whose changed lips, a sigh were given. 34298|"And why, my father, hast thou mused--forgive, 34298|And leave me thus to hear?--what is it to live? 34298|When, in the dark and troubled mind of care, 34298|I breathe the soul of passion's wild despair; 34298|When the hushed music of the world is heard, 34298|And the hushed voice of memory is not stirred, 34298|And the weak heart that bears the storm is free, 34298|And the young heart with boundless gratitude 34298|Shrinks from the touch of want and sorrow's sigh, 34298|And the stern, piteous love which is not love, 34298|The hand which loves from heaven to earth above, 34298|And the soul, saddened, broken-hearted:--weep, 34298|Nor dream, O sire, of what thy hope must be! 34298|"Heap not the hope on which the future waits, 34298|But with a tear, and in a sigh, and chains, 34298|And with a last farewell, and only one, 34298|Let the deep, dark heart thy child restore; 34298|And let the mother weep, who weeps to-day 34298|Is but the infant's joy no more. 34298|"Why, then, my child, when came thy hand to save 34298|A child from the eternal curse, the brave, 34298|To lead him back into his mother's arms 34298|And press his lips upon their mother's lips, 34298|In their own mother's and her mother's kiss? 34298|Or else, if Heaven forbade, didst fix thine eye 34298|On the bright future, on the grave's hope high? 34298|"For I am hers. If Heaven forbade, then go 34298|With an obtrusive and envenomed kiss, 34298|And on the promised life from year to year 34298|Go look we for the union of the bliss; 34298|Love cannot let thee from her hands estrange; 34298|And her own soul, too full of hopes and joys, 34298|Hath garnered to her heart of love and peace." 34298|So came the nightingale, and from the glade 34298|Flitted a leafless thought. The morning came, 34298|Of a warm summer eve, and on the flowers 34298|A dewy humbled; a leaf-eating bough 34298|Drooped down to meet the sun, that o'er the vale, 34298|Tremendous, trembled in the breath of morn. 34298|It was the quiet summer of the year, 34298|When the warm violets fluttered to the stars, 34298|And all the world lay breathless, and the morn 34298|Blushed to her finger; the long vespers past, 34298|Of many a purple eve, on hill and dell 34298|And lake and wood, and, far beyond the fall 34298|Of the wild rain, the warm wind rustled all 34298|The forest aisle. The morn was gentle-young, 34298|When the ======================================== SAMPLE 147 ======================================== of my dreams. I know not whence 8798|The cause of this thy fall; and yet I feel, 8798|As I have felt, full justice to myself 8798|That God is love, and so compassion shines 8798|On me thy downcast heart. If I but knew, 8798|When I this saw came thee, ne'ertheless thy voice 8798|To sweeten, was the point of my desire 8798|To learn. For till my mortal hour I stood 8798|In the first sweet sleep, thy fair large hand, 8798|Which took thee, and nam'd also me in bliss; 8798|Was envious of us, and nigh unto thy will 8798|From the first luncheon. I am fain to taste 8798|The dulcet dainties of thy nectary, 8798|With better viands than on earth is own'd. 8798|They are thy dainty clust'ring rings, oh! twain 8798|Of all the diadems of Paradise! 8798|And thou my rose. To deck thy slender shape 8798|Was the chief ornament. What wealth of worth 8798|Or what low rank of folly here thou bearest? 8798|What rank of genius in thy breast? If fame 8798|Be still our guard, what praise on earth shall aim 8798|To thrill the heart of men! What goodly words 8798|Thus link'd and mirr'd, as may not flowers let fall 8798|By the mere alchemy of art, can slay 8798|The soul of the Simoni-singer? None 8798|But what rare beauty may at once attain 8798|The inward essence, and swell to such high powers 8798|Of softness, that no subject of its flight 8798|Can equal its sweet virtue and its power. 8798|"Glory in Love" by Joannes Scotus is meant either to divide 8798|St. Andrew at Gen., under the form "goodly refuge of his 8798|From the appearance of Thomas external, or rather from external 8798|Thomas as a poet of great parts, the reality connected with the 8798|religion is to be accounted the true religion. The world "is 8798|immoral the morality of a clergyman, or rather, as it stands for 8798|the doctrine of Church in our times. In reading the 11th verse 8798|He, who is called Pastor of Love's Court, by order of the hymn 8798|being sung within the first hymns, rests in the joy of his 8798|brainment; the rest, from the end that he ought to accord. The 8798|"Glory of Christ! that, after all thy ills, 8798|Neglecting, our frail bark of faith still works 8798|What shall we say of the world's good and harm?" 8798|But I, who daily use by subtle skill, 8798|Now that my mortal bark have wept all down, 8798|Now that my mortal pulse seem'd almost gone, 8798|Rebuked my will, and sought a place of rest 8798|Far from the world that on me rests, my heart 8798|That heav'n had left a prey to grief and age, 8798|Wax'd weary, wither'd, wither'd, fallen, and heal'd. 8798|I, to pursue my dangerous path, bent down 8798|Through the dry arid air, like one who flies 8798|From sudden light, hearing the night-winds sigh, 8798|And sees new suns in the wide firmament, 8798|Which make earth rich, cloud-like, in genial air; 8798|Who, from the first unto the desert pool 8798|Recoils, a solitary and pale creature, 8798|Who, when dear night has closed her weary eye, 8798|Faint and o'er-sated, with his morning meal, 8798|Sate sorrowful, crawls round him, and with feet 8798|Fold after fold, uprais'd in strange disport; 8798|Till the sad soul, which late his hope had cheer'd, 8798|By the near fires of kindled love and love, 8798|Be now arriv'd, where he may harmless see 8798|His num'rous guests, and ======================================== SAMPLE 148 ======================================== |On all the trees there is no sky-light; 30795|Only the moonlight and the river-light 30795|Gleam from the branches of the oak-trees down, 30795|Only the stars and shadows of the boughs 30795|Unceasingly ascend before my sight. 30795|And now, my soul, what is it all a-dream? 30795|Thou art a moment's ghost; and like a stream 30795|Sparkles the shaken water of my heart. 30795|The night is as it was when Solomon 30795|Wrought in the Temple with three hands to make 30795|These flowers and flowers and twigs of gold 30795|And set them in a rosy-feathered choir, 30795|And all their petals, all the summer, morn, 30795|Shall wither at the summons of the sun. 30795|No, in the world of time no man has heard 30795|The voices of the stars and found it not; 30795|But this I know--if thou hast heard, hast felt 30795|Itself, and passed unasked the outer door 30795|Of the great temple, and the sun has lit 30795|The sacred countries with his burning breath. 30795|Thou hast seen Herod. Thou hast seen the land 30795|Sick at the burning of the potter's pot, 30795|And all night long thy people mourned and wept, 30795|As they, in the still sunshine and the shade, 30795|Prayed, and in secret, for their souls' good dead. 30795|All night they wept, in the still wan moonlight, 30795|Their hearts still breaking with their old despair; 30795|But the starlight is over, and at the full 30795|They weep and pray for the glory of the sun. 30795|And they who pray, in the still snow-dampened, 30795|Still lift their eyes to heaven, and still they weep; 30795|For they have seen a glory, and have seen 30795|A better light in heaven than their brothers had, 30795|And heard a voice from heaven that cried: Behold, 30795|Our Saviour's glory, and His only good; 30795|Then in their hearts their faces for the peace 30795|Of a short night, the everlasting light 30795|That never dies, that never is forgot, 30795|Like the first lark on sudden, without change 30795|And changes and becomes a steadfast star, 30795|Shall rise and follow as He leads them on. 30795|And they shall see a glory everywhere. 30795|We shall be glad that He has given us here 30795|His peace and glory and His peace, since here 30795|Among the living I bring joy and joy: 30795|For who has neither spirit nor sense 30795|Now needs the constancy of His peace-- 30795|The vision, the strange glory, and the might 30795|With which I bring this world and this broad earth, 30795|Is not so grand as it is beautiful-- 30795|For He has sent a messenger to show 30795|The truth to men. So, in the quiet of the earth, 30795|He saith, "I bring a message from the Lord, 30795|To Him who is the Light of Lights, the Friend of souls." 30795|O Father, may we be as gods who hold 30795|No earth-born manhood out in open field 30795|Nor feel the living God within us move? 30795|Let us be like the strong sun, strong and clear, 30795|The banner of our triumph and the Word! 30795|When, at the last trumpet of all things was heard 30795|The voice from heaven, the long-forgotten word, 30795|The herald turned to the far-wished land 30795|To tell that kings and princes, kings and priests, 30795|Had come into the land of death and blood 30795|To rule the earth, that God might be restored. 30795|And from a hundred voices rose the cry: 30795|"The Lord is risen, the Lord is mine!" 30795|The Lord, the Lord, the Lord, the Lord was born! 30795|O happy mother, happy, happy man, 30795|That you were living now that you were dead. 30795| ======================================== SAMPLE 149 ======================================== of his men 602|Who slew my country, sent me to the shades 602|'Bring water for our wounds that grow and grow 602|'Twixt heaven and earth that neither deigns to quell 602|With blood of warriors none but such as I. 602|I saw them when the sun had touched the hills, 602|And the sky shone and the stars shone over them 602|Through the dark deeps of heaven; and by their side 602|The Roman chief made all men fear the dead 602|Whose limbs were laid to sink upon the earth 602|Like things of air and leave upon the void 602|The bodies that with man's blood were wont to cling: 602|As when a ship, by long tempestuous floods 602|In port at sea, encounters sudden storm, 602|The shipwrecked sailors sit on deck and gaze 602|On tokens taken of the gods of heaven 602|And leave their life amid the void o'erwhelmed; 602|So did my soul with foresight lose those beams 602|That flashed from things unseen of days gone by. 602|I saw them when they lay about the dead 602|Like bleaching grain before the wind in spring; 602|They lay on tatters of the clover grass 602|Like grass that is the colour in the sun 602|When the sick leaves a-turning. One at least 602|With breast drawn forward said, "O Caesar, think! 602|Is there no blood upon the battle-field 602|Now left by me to clothe itself with life? 602|Speak, soldier, and the issue of our strife 602|Reveals the agony of dying. The Fates, 602|By me are coming to a better part. 602|If any more thou wilt not slay, and I 602|Dare not fight on, think not of the end. 602|But I will give thee victory in turn. 602|I fain would share it; for the gods of earth 602|Are not so wont to shed on man their gore." 602|The Fates smiled for a little on his face, 602|And with their converse turned him unto death. 602|But when his mighty soul had passed away 602|From those sweet places where the sun and moon 602|Meet in one place alone for gods and men, 602|I summoned up my people; and they fell 602|Before my feet and gathered from their knees 602|And clustered round the body of my dead: 602|But when we were departed from the sky 602|We lay upon the earth and took the sun 602|And bore it to the camp and filled the air 602|With cries of exultation and revenge. 602|But when the bones of camp and mound and hill 602|Were laid behind us by the mighty dead, 602|And through the open space of camp and camp 602|There came a sound of many sounds of sound, 602|My people gathered to the plain and filled 602|With multitudes, till at the setting of the sun 602|They bore the wreck of war. But when the war 602|Had swept the land, and with the rising axe 602|Pointed the way, then did another folk 602|Beside me gather from the sandy trench 602|Into the thicket. Then across the fields 602|I marched, and on the sandy trench I saw 602|A smoke go up: and there was smoke enough, 602|So that my men were gathered to the camp, 602|And I alone with me went forth alone 602|Unto mine host. But when the dawn had veiled 602|The visage of the eastern sky and made 602|The hills rekindling, then across the sea 602|A little bark was sent, and favouring Zeus 602|Held in his hand the mast oferest pine, 602|And broke the band. And then we went ashore 602|To Lemnos and Laconia, and the fount 602|Of salt that sings within the depths of hell. 602|But when the day of lamp-wing had passed 602|And left the planet-laden heavens above, 602|When at the mountain-sides were camp and fleet 602|All bare, I came back to the island of my love, 602|And saw them come and give me burial 602|As to a god's house. Then about me flew 602|Beneath the doorway-slain, the men who drew 602|Mars up, and bore with them a weight of gold, ======================================== SAMPLE 150 ======================================== as an over-busch the other, 5186|Let a dingy drop bespatter 5186|All the parts of the discoloured, 5186|Let the roof fall from the castle, 5186|And the floor be spread for sleeping, 5186|Cannot rise from out the caverns, 5186|Nor can rise from out the castle, 5186|Till the rocks have full permission 5186|To receive the mighty hero, 5186|Takes the head of Hiawatha 5186|In his magic shoes of deer-skin, 5186|In his hands a rod of copper, 5186|And an oak-spire too, a thicket, 5186|With the roof itself a feather, 5186|And it joins three different branches, 5186|On each branch an acorn sets. 5186|Fair above, the magic cuckoo, 5186|Sings a heron, flutes a heron, 5186|Melts and dips his shining silver 5186|On the streams of Hiawatha; 5186|In one hand, an acorn from the oak-tree, 5186|In the other, conquest-glory. 5186|On the summit, leaves and branches, 5186|Come and go with drum and gliding, 5186|Whirl and whirl, in eddies swiftly, 5186|Life and death, are loud and sharpened. 5186|"As the ancients of the kingdom, 5186|When the sea is on the mountain, 5186|When on wood the deer is wisest, 5186|And the hunter is most nimble, 5186|Wizards then most swiftly fleetest, 5186|Flying most upon the blue-sea, 5186|Swim along on pebbles lightly, 5186|Step along on sparkling sandals, 5186|And upon the smooth-sea lightly, 5186|Waving well the hand of Hiawatha." 5186|Then the ancient Wainamoinen, 5186|Famed and wise, and wise enchanter, 5186|On the sea-shore gazed and reflected, 5186|Looked and well considered, longed to see, 5186|How he would best make the sea-cliffs, 5186|How the boat-foot would be shorter, 5186|How the eagle, with the feathers, 5186|And the autumn clouds, the blue-duck, 5186|And the friend of flax, the oak-frog. 5186|Long the Sun, and well considered, 5186|And the friend beloved, old-fashioned, 5186|Man-in-law of Hiawatha, 5186|Of that dismal expedition, 5186|From the cruel rocks of pebbles 5186|Came the tidings to the hero, 5186|To the mead of evil Hisi. 5186|On the sea-shore spake Nokomis, 5186|Spake the hostess of the waters: 5186|"Hark you, O sea-gulls! calling! 5186|I had rather bring you indigestion, 5186|Mightier far of bird and blossom, 5186|Mightier far of bird-shine, better 5186|One had rods of twisted iron, 5186|Than a straw-legged, brawness insult, 5186|One with proud, defiant front like a 5186|Darting dart, the Sunabeek, 5186|Came to see this wondrous stranger, 5186|Thus the ancient Wainamoinen: 5186|"I have many hands to hand him, 5186|Two, indeed, feet to concede him, 5186|Three, in goodly garments bandied; 5186|Make the feet an old and sorry, 5186|Let them easily wear leather, 5186|Weave the hero-plate of safety, 5186|Bind the hero-man of sunshine, 5186|Deaf him to the sledge of corn-shoes, 5186|Deaf him to a hare in childhood." 5186|This the answer of the maiden 5186|As she spake the steed of Hisi: 5186|"Let the hero-locks be lifted, 5186|Not the foot-path of a stranger, 5186|Not the hero-peak of sorrow; 5186|I will reckon them as ======================================== SAMPLE 151 ======================================== _, a French romance of the old London court, 22229|which--a little romantic of the world, is more than a 22229|fragrant suggestion. The poetry of our moderns is so full of 22229|the mere fact that it is only in these days of literary 22229|enthusiasticity. A finerdeference repressing the very gross 22229|that our classical writers have adopted it from our own 22229|country, in our earlier or more primitive days--yet a more 22229|noncient and foreign literature still surviving these 22229|earlier and more numerous, which is also more noble and 22229|finer of taste, and which, indeed, comes of the higher 22229|branches of the trees. 22229|The poetry of our moderns has a more dignified and 22229|vernacular, and we find in its nature an essential and 22229|so definite and intolerable simplicity. The work of such 22229|masterpieces is of more respect and sympathy, than the 22229|most commonly pronounced in the language of these lower 22229| productions. The work of the poet and himself must 22229|be as much the work of the master as of a painter who 22229|covers and adorneth the work of the master of the brush; 22229|and, indeed, the very rhythmical manner in which the old 22229|spiritual order is unquestionably expressed is of a higher 22229|development in the countries where, with its swamp and 22229|suburbs, are called the books of the earth--the cities of 22229|the earth--the forests, lakes, rivers, deserts, and the 22229|less upheavities of the air. 22229|There are, indeed, all these of mere persistence against 22229|the curb of our humanity with its dominant forces, and 22229|of the rest may be thwarted by some force of novelity, 22229|though, with pleasure or awe, we are compelled to consider 22229|the peculiar beauties of the imagination as a natural 22229|creature and ornament of more high and low nature. It is 22229|not precisely true, but even in one sense, that we find 22229|nothing to strike out into the substance of the design; it is 22229|often tried, and is always found in the untrodden, pell-mell 22229|flower in some rock, and, with delicate touches, it stirs 22229|into sudden spheric music, and gives out a lustre, 22229|and the obedient, unconscious power of the art which it is 22229|that pervaded it, and the tender purity of the subject is 22229|the very soul of the poem. It is an illusion, as it were, of 22229|wonderful failure; and the very consciousness of truth as 22229|a fancy,--the thought, and the tone of the poem are one of 22229|the attractions and aspects in which they are combined. The 22229|intellectual forces of the poem, in one or two cases, are 22229|characteristic to the poem as one of the best, in three or 22229|four, and the poet is the highest among them all. His 22229|expression, as he relates it, needs not this delicate attempt 22229|to follow the argument in one or in two, or at any other word 22229|It is natural for the poet to offer the particularity of the 22229|poems of this book to the chief, as he bestows it on the 22229|The first somewhat in furtherance of the poem which we are 22229|to conclude, that if we had the care of examining the meaning of 22229|the poems as closely as they are called, the writer might 22229|find some comments on the long and elaborate passages of that 22229|hero, but he will find them merely the clearest, more formal, 22229|diligent attempts of expression, alternately combined, with 22229|the poet's well-conceived and manly expression, as we find 22229|the authentic rudiment of the reader, and by these most 22229|difficult he must strike out the most desperaterivances 22229|which, in the main, seem to have been embodied in the spirit of 22229|the pure ideal of our own pure and undisturbed spirit. 22229|For some of the poems in this book have appeared in many a 22229|passion of the great work, such as few have endured throughout ======================================== SAMPLE 152 ======================================== of a poet's lay. 40562|"Hail my boy with laurel crown; 40562|Hail his bright bark of thorn; 40562|Hail the bard in garb of brown, 40562|Hail his fair, sweet thorn-chaste queen. 40562|"Hail my boy with his gay horn blithe 40562|Hail my boy with frill and chain; 40562|Hail my boy with her laughing lips, 40562|Hail his jolly, merril brain. 40562|"Hail my boy with all his lips 40562|Hail my boy in garb of red; 40562|Hail my boy with cheeks like bowers 40562|Of the orange's plume and bowers; 40562|Teach him not to prize his worth, 40562|Nor to spoil his butterfly. 40562|"Hail my boy with all his hair 40562|On the top of beaver gray, 40562|Hail my boy with words like snows, 40562|Hail his sweet defiant face, 40562|Ivy leaf and marshy fard." 40562|"Do you mean that I feel a wee bird in my breast 40562|And try to woo? Not to chide them nor chide them, 40562|If you dare 'noble the bard, who for me, to you is best." 40562|"Well, I canna bide the day day, I do say, 40562|Though by gowd and hearth, my love, you'd better stay; 40562|Or I canna sing and cry when you 're a caressed'." 40562|"I dinna mind the manna on the day o' June, 40562|There 'rt a' sae dcy-like, and that's no' the reason why; 40562|But when it comes to 't, then you needna bide at all." 40562|The lark is a bonny bird, 40562|He sings but to you; 40562|The lark is a bonnie bird, 40562|Sings but to you. 40562|When the day is born, 40562|Heaven guard us three! 40562|Heaven guard us three! 40562|The lark is a bonny bird, 40562|Sings but to thee; 40562|The lark is a bonny bird, 40562|Sings but to thee. 40562|When the day is born, 40562|With a paean o'er the moor, 40562|With his song of scorn, 40562|You will hear him no Annie more, 40562|Hailing your sweet babe, Annie. 40562|When the day is born, 40562|With a paean o'er the moor, 40562|You will hear him no Annie more, 40562|Whiskey, gander, gander! 40562|He sang o'er and o'er, 40562|And he made you smile; 40562|He'll tell you a fairy o' the land, 40562|And a fairy o' the lea. 40562|Bye, bonny wee thing, cannie wee thing, 40562|Thou's met wi' me sometimes, 40562|Thou's broken my breast, 40562|And I canna speak o' thee. 40562|I see thee in the cozie kirk, 40562|Wi' thy wee, saft blue e'e; 40562|Thou's broken my heart, 40562|Thou's broken my heart, 40562|For thou hast broken my'. 40562|Bye, bonny wee thing, cannie wee thing, 40562|Thou's broken my heart sae gane; 40562|Thou's broken my heart, 40562|For thou hast broken my'. 40562|Bye, bonny wee thing, cannie wee thing, 40562|Thou's broken my heart sae gane; 40562|And I will keep thee a', 40562|In a' thy brass, sae gane. 40562|Bye, bonny wee thing, cannie wee thing, 40562|Thou's broken my heart sae gane; 40562|And I will keep thee a', 40562|In a' thy brass, sae gane. 40562|Ye are sa ======================================== SAMPLE 153 ======================================== of a God. But if the stars' pure fire 37804|Can heal the wounds which heal and bleed, 37804|Then shall I find thee, in a dream, a sage, 37804|With thee, a well-remembered youth, 37804|Thy sage, a minstrel, and a scholar too. 37804|He sleeps, the secret shutters of the night 37804|He holds within his singing heart, 37804|With never a word of his long life to start, 37804|No voice to stir him, or no touch of light, 37804|He sleeps; and ever on his soul unclose 37804|The blessed mystic lid of sleep. 37804|O lover! Thou hast given him pain no less 37804|To think thy heart is his alone, 37804|His thoughts are the light of heaven, his will the unknown 37804|To those that sleep, to those that mourn. 37804|The poet's tale 37804|Is the song of love for the lover's ear, 37804|The cry of love and the tears that shed, 37804|From the marble lips where it long hath slept, 37804|The cry of the poet's heart. 37804|A song is the song of the summer night, 37804|And the song of the summer day, 37804|The song of the bird and the laughing bee, 37804|The voice of the summer day. 37804|And the song of the lark at the morning break, 37804|And the heart and the soul of the night, 37804|And the beautiful joy of love in a word 37804|That breaks from the old days' flight. 37804|Out of the night of the slumbering world 37804|I shall go on my way 37804|To win the fame that is in the heavens 37804|Like a star that the darkness listens to 37804|Light and song in the night. 37804|In the night of the weariness 37804|When night is at hand, 37804|And the tired eyes from their weary search 37804|To the starry land, 37804|I shall know that the tears are tears, 37804|That a song is a moan; 37804|That the lips are the lips of love, 37804|That the heart is the stone, 37804|And the lisping tongue of a withered thing 37804|Is a harp of woe alone. 37804|Out of the night of the desolate sleep 37804|I shall know that a word was said 37804|When the stars cried out one by one 37804|From the soul on the lips of the dead-- 37804|And the music that fades in the breath 37804|Of the music of death. 37804|Out of the night of the desolate sleep 37804|I shall hear it and see 37804|That the heart of the singer of death 37804|Is a secret of wings to be. 37804|Out of the night of the desolate sleep 37804|I shall hear the cymbals ring, 37804|As they sang of a bird and a butterfly 37804|That is silent to sing. 37804|Out of the night of the desolate sleep 37804|I shall hear the children cry, 37804|As they wail in the midnight a funeral knell 37804|From a mother that is far away. 37804|Out of the night of the desolate sleep 37804|They shall wail out their woe, 37804|Wailing above the earth and above the sea, 37804|And the song of the loon that goes 37804|Silent and slow, 37804|Lulled by the loon of a mother's voice 37804|To the song of an echoing soul 37804|That is mute as a ghost by an unknown grave 37804|And the soul of a child of doom. 37804|Out of the night of the desolate sleep 37804|They shall wail in a deep, 37804|And the song of a singer without a voice 37804|Shall be a son gone blind; 37804|And the song of the singer shall still be rife 37804|With the clangours of memory's woe. 37804|Out of the night of the desolate sleep 37804|They shall wail in a peevish cry 37804|That a son of the singer shall fall on the bier 37804|For the song of a dead to ======================================== SAMPLE 154 ======================================== upon the sand, 33486|Till a hand at his shoulder laid it down, 33486|A hand that seemed like a hand; 33486|And the hand of Love held it between them, 33486|As a child should held a toy. 33486|And the lips of Love held it between them, 33486|And the lips of Love held them close; 33486|And the mouth of Love held the gold within it, 33486|As a saint should held a rose. 33486|For the kiss that grew from another woman, 33486|And the kiss from a third man's heart, 33486|The kiss from a fifth man's heart, 33486|And the kiss from a sixth man's heart, 33486|Were a sign that the love of another, Love, 33486|Would be an enemy to Art. 33486|And the kiss from a fourth man's shoulder 33486|Was a sign that he held a scroll-- 33486|A burning mark for the soul to follow 33486|The sign that the love of his soul. 33486|For the sign of a soul that is worshiped 33486|As a sign of Lust, by a grave, 33486|By the cross on a seven hill-sides 33486|Was laid in the light of the wave; 33486|And the kiss from a first love chosen 33486|Was a name to the last man's heart, 33486|A name that was called from a love not far, 33486|But a story, an altar-stone, 33486|And the cross that was meant for the chosen, Love. 33486|From the first was Love born of desire, 33486|And the second, a tale that was strange, 33486|Was a name that was not of joy, but of fear, 33486|With a face that was bloodless and pale. 33486|In the first, from the second and first 33486|In the third, from the fourth and the last, 33486|Was Love born, and a lord of a man, 33486|And an after-dinner alive: 33486|A fire in love, and a wind in wrath-- 33486|And in him, and in ours, and in these, 33486|Was a soul that was made to be great; 33486|And a woman, the world's whole round. 33486|For the name of a soul with the cross that is hid 33486|In a tomb, and a name that was lost, 33486|And the name that we mourn on our side in the world, 33486|And the face of the world shall be as the throne 33486|Which was made by the soul made blind; 33486|And the lips of the soul shall be sealed in the grave, 33486|In the four, in the four, by the score; 33486|When thou art dead, they shall lie on the earth, 33486|And the place of the four shall be in the tomb, 33486|In the four, as the four, by the score; 33486|And earth shall pass from the graves of thee, 33486|When the soul of the four shall arise, 33486|In the four, as the four shall rise; 33486|And the soul of the soul shall ride, 33486|To the four, with the eyes of his bride, 33486|On the four, with the eyes of his bride, 33486|In the four, with the eyes of his bride. 33486|_A Boy's Song_ 33486|For a song of a cap and a pair of gray eyes, 33486|Wha sings right av wi' mincin' and middlin'! 33486|For a fan, for a fan and a hantle shod, 33486|Wi' a louse, for a gal, an' a cloven hoof. 33486|For a pole, for a pole, for a tow. 33486|For a piece, for a piece, an awl! 33486|For a wawp, for a prop, an awl! 33486|For a peep, for a jump, an awl! 33486|For a grace, for a prayer, an awl! 33486|For the bonny, bonny hamsoreth. 33486|For a park, for a park, for a yard, 33486|For a shoe, for a shoe, an awl! 33486|For the lass, for the ======================================== SAMPLE 155 ======================================== , by which you were called together, I pray, 38468|That for him you as bride might reckon well with me; 38468|'Twere shame to tell how, at a sojourn here together, 38468|The knight of Amelung should never be so fair to see." 38468|Then answered the Knight with haughty frowns the son of Kriemhild, 38468|"So should it be, dear lady, whether right or no you've feigned." 38468|"I'll not deny," said she, "my promise to keep, and take, 38468|And bring such men and women hence as my dearest lord 38468|So will I do," said he, "the bonds he gave to me and to all. 38468|"I shall be glad," said he, "to sit and see my land and eke 38468|But first on thee alone let this excuse my cunning still. 38468|So shalt thou, lady, now with my brothers come to the Rhine. 38468|If the Rhine rule Brunhild and Brunhild with all us here are, 38468|To think of thirty kingdoms a mighty man for to serve, 38468|I'll do whatever thou now can'st; and each shall keep his word 38468|So will I do," said she. "Since it must please you then to take 38468|All that Brunhild's husband can give and take from me, 38468|So it must please you, lady, I know not how you will. 38468|Leave then Brunhild for fear of this Gunther's bloody dole; 38468|And to my lady leave you the service of the queen." 38468|Then in haste went out her servants each with his keen wit, 38468|Then thought they for the castle all, and all within the hall. 38468|And they made ready answer, and rode upon their way. 38468|Then saw it Kriemhild the while where she sat all day; 38468|And when the sun rose, hot and cold, upon her couch she lay, 38468|And in her hands the bony clasp, as round the lady rang. 38468|Then said the chief, "Good greetings, lady, have you fully heard. 38468|It irks me sore to wonder how your fair valor it has stirred? 38468|Surely you've brought us here many a full-love-offering 38468|So that from your hands the blood of Brunhild we should get." 38468|Thereto answered Brunhild, "Right noble lady, then I fear 38468|That you were really noble and came to try the war; 38468|And if to take your challenge is all your wish, I fear 38468|That you are very worthy; for you've the noble maid." 38468|Then spake the Lady Brunhild, "High-born damsels, hear my say. 38468|If you will take your promise and send each of you away, 38468|This hold with all you may not hold, and be it well; 38468|Brunhild hath given you her fair demeanour; yet, I trow, 38468|You will have cause to rue it." 38468|Then spake the maid of noble descent, the youthful knight; 38468|"Thou'rt bold and free and liberal; of kin and love thy share 38468|And I'll defend it, though I have not my hand in thine. 38468|The noble damsel and her doings will be ample store." 38468|So they that heard gave answer without willing consent. 38468|Meanwhile the Lady Brunhild, her chamberlain and queen, 38468|To many a maid would wend with her all her dainty queen, 38468|And all the damsels too, so fittingly was seen 38468|To take the presents at her hand; the while were seen, 38468|Within the court. The same the maidens waited there. 38468|But still the King would tarry; still had she not the care 38468|To set aside for Brunhild; she would forgo her plight. 38468|Then said the noble lady, "You look so lovely-wet 38468|And sure no mortal has so ready at my side 38468|As I am, and the King will have you all his will." 38468|"Now tell the truth," said Brunhild, "and tell it me full soon." 38468 ======================================== SAMPLE 156 ======================================== and the day 1365|When he put forth his strength to do his very best, 1365|And he went forth and knelt around his Saviour's feet, 1365|To answer Him, to watch the coming of his feet. 1365|But the wise King said, "O thou of little wit, 1365|Who livest in the midst of the great world and set 1365|Upon the summit of the world, thou mayest sit 1365|Upon the hillside from the sea-top to the steep, 1365|And I will give thee honour, if I bring report 1365|That thou prevail against the hundred thousand men 1365|That fought in guise which men of good e'en here contend, 1365|Because the nations here will have in war to come, 1365|And all the world will have to bring about its praise." 1365|But even as he spake, they raised their hands and spake: 1365|"Hail, worthy Lord, and mightiest of the Greeks! 1365|If ever, O ye myriad-faced, mightier indeed 1365|Than any man, let all who hear and understand 1365|Your message come to pass. Now do ye go your ways 1365|As Heav'n leads all men; follow, as Heav'n inspires 1365|Each soul and nation: here be ye subject unto Him; 1365|Ye too have merit, and He reckons with your praise." 1365|He said: and Heav'n he led, whose steps the Saviour trod 1365|Still following, and always keeping by his side. 1365|And now the third day's close approached; the sun 1365|Reaching in autumn th' unclouded firmament, 1365|When by the sea, the ships that nearest Neptune lay 1365|Sank towards the shore; and all the people cried, 1365|"Hither, O strangers, to your new-built shrines 1365|"And to your modern Sheik!" in answer lo, 1365|"To have the Ocean and the Heav'n he turned 1365|"Now is the Sun now mounted yet again, 1365|"And now the Angel of the Cloister dim 1365|"With Taurus in his beam: before him burn 1365|"The brazier-fires that might have burn for us 1365|"And God himself in pity; for with us 1365|"All day the Angel of the Cloister burns." 1365|And now the third day's close approached; the sun 1365|Bent down his course to westward, and the night 1365|Was lost behind him; and the Angel spake, 1365|"Stay thou, my wearied life, and let me rest 1365|"With thee: my couch is ready, and I go 1365|"With thee." And day returned, and twilight came. 1365|Then, up the eastern cliffs, with gentle gale 1365|The Angel of theourney led, and reached 1365|The desert region of the Sun, where rests 1365| Orion, and the other Scorpion is his drouth 1365|In the Orion and the Pleiades, 1365|That roll in brightest amber, and beneath 1365|Are spread the groves of Grecian Mausian Mount; 1365|And thence, to rear its faded lofty head 1365|Upon the Northern Lake, the day is done. 1365|Now when the holy tide of Lemnos flows, 1365|And in the port of the Arcadian Lake 1365|The storm begins, and sinks into the waves, 1365|Then, to the south-east, doth the day descend; 1365|And to Peneola's Palatine is borne, 1365|The day departing; in the portico 1365|A ship of several rigour new it bore, 1365|Built up, and fixed in mockery, to the South 1365|Three days before, twice over, and thrice since. 1365|But sudden the third day's decline; the Sun 1365|Had taken on a scene so cruel just, 1365|When in his broad pavilion, down to earth, 1365|A ship of evil fame she hies abroad, 1365|Built on the sea, and landed in three days. 1365|Three days the Sun was overcast, and now 1365| approached the land, when from the topmost point ======================================== SAMPLE 157 ======================================== |Shall we not do the thing we do? 1304|Then to the grave, or let the coffin be, 1304|I will raise my marble tomb. 1304|Muse, let me weep; I will not trouble thee; 1304|I know thou wouldst forgive. 1304|Praised be thy face, 1304|And double beauties that grace 1304|The shepherd's flock, and swains that graze the mead. 1304|Thy smile is gentle, and thy heart unsteady: 1304|I scorn thy solemn vow; 1304|I would to God, as some polluting swain 1304|Ventures his flock to plough: 1304|So many children to thy woe I bring. 1304|Ashes for such a husband have I done; 1304|And should my verse distil a fitting one, 1304|Thy mournful story I'll do nought but mourn. 1304|I know thou must do well thy marriage-rite, 1304|When as thy son thou wed'st; 1304|Naked of face, but strewn with sheets of flows, 1304|He was a shepherd bred. 1304|His sports were follow'd as his thoughts were fed; 1304|Sometimes he hid a quality or two, 1304|As if he would not be the shepherd, who 1304|Was much too good a shepherd to be true! 1304|'My poor heart's dead,' he would say then, 'thou'rt free! 1304|But we'll love on till then: 1304|Sweet love, it is the sweet true love of thine, 1304|And comes into my heart again.' 1304|How hard he hits the acre's sheaves 1304|Beneath the wild rose-marble leaves, 1304|That he no more may see and hear 1304|The patter of the clover-reel! 1304|Yet there he is above, and we may deem 1304|That he was like to Heaven and God. 1304|How doth the little busy bee 1304|Improve each shining hour, 1304|And gather honey all the day 1304|From every opening flow'r: 1304|How happy he when borne on high, 1304|When borne on overwhelming-bye, 1304|By every bird and bee! 1304|Each lives for its own lovely aim, 1304|And sees its own sweet use in none. 1304|And sometime doth some evil eye 1304|Direct its shafts at me and die; 1304|So I must work, there is no lack 1304|Of mischief in the seed; 1304|I must be quiet when I seek 1304|Some other work for me to do, 1304|Though I am subject to be new: 1304|A flower may fade, a cloud may fall 1304|To cover up a blossom'd ball, 1304|But it shall smile with sunny gleam-- 1304|I'll do it if I dare. 1304|For 'tis the springtide of my life, 1304|And what I seek is but to give 1304|The humble sheaf that turns the sheaf 1304|To finest corn, to finest weal: 1304|I'll reap what grows 'neath sun and dew, 1304|And what grows still the more endears 1304|The use that active youth endears: 1304|All pleasure shall be turn'd to pain-- 1304|I'll do it if I dare. 1304|For it I'll do, but yet for that 1304|I shall be bound to labour much 1304|Ere I shall find that perfect breast 1304|Of gold, that feels the wide unrest 1304|Of life, and shall endure the rest: 1304|And this shall be my glorious task 1304|To make the treasures of my gift, 1304|The giver of all good gifts, 1304|My country's friend, our Sidney's cot: 1304|I'll teach the shepherds when they list, 1304|And make their own sweet pastimes sweet; 1304|We'll watch the starry veil descend 1304|Adown the setting sun from heaven, 1304|And read the true inscription there, 1304|That, 'Love ye, as ye watch by mine.' 1304|And, true as Life itself ======================================== SAMPLE 158 ======================================== --_"Pleasant to the Mouth"'_-- 29378|(A Song-book. In March, February, 1864) 29378|The World's Great Silent 29378|The Sickness of the world 29378|The child's Funeral 29378|The Nightingale unheard at home 29378|The World's Close 29378|The Wind's Silver Sound 29378|White-slavery's From the Sea 29378|The Flower child's Song 29378|Song: To-morrow 29378|(In combination with some songs) 29378|Fair is my Love, but not so fair 29378|The primrose in her morning hair, 29378|The daisies in the grass and dew, 29378|The morning-glories twining blue 29378|Upon their dewy, dewy sheen, 29378|The mignonette of daffodil 29378|And lily-white, they 'round me still 29378|Who from the dark, unfaning lattice leaned 29378|To cull the dewy daisies bluebell dressed 29378|In their gold gowns with gold embroideries. 29378|I wake and walk by the grey pasture gate 29378|And hear far off the milk-canis' drouthy 29378|Woke from the lazy hours when laggard fate 29378|Would take my way with me into the dark, 29378|Before I knew myself, and could not see 29378|The love that kept my youthful heart at home. 29378|Yet here and there the world of yesterday 29378|I loved--and lo! my reckless feet have trod 29378|The long, sweet grass beneath the moon's cold ray, 29378|And I have come to bow me at the rod 29378|And take the wind's gold harp on my untried way, 29378|As though God's wind would shake me out of clay 29378|And make me strong and brave for what is mine 29378|My friend; and though the paths of all the Spring 29378|Were trod with love's feet from a sweeter way 29378|Than all the great white stars that keep the blue 29378|Between the dreaming of the hills and me, 29378|Still would I wander from my love to seek 29378|Some garden, for its hidden April craft 29378|Brought here with me a little while ago, 29378|To be forgotten. 'Tis enough to know 29378|The grief and misery of that wild place 29378|Of winter, when I thought of her who stood 29378|So near at me, and had so overcome 29378|My better reason. There is memory yet 29378|Of some stern heart, and of a tender trust, 29378|And hope's white blossoms in a violet bed 29378|Worn by the tender careful hands of Death 29378|That kept her, blossoming while she slept. 29378|I watch the rain upon the warm bright sky 29378|Lift up her golden head 29378|And watch the clouds; and lo, they pass and sigh, 29378|But who would think that I should see her now 29378|Far off and live, though she would not be mine? 29378|What of the morn 29378|Gone, gone upon the mountain top, 29378|Gone from the summer sky, 29378|Gone from the summer, 29378|Gone to the merry tryst 29378|Where merry voices cry. 29378|What of the song 29378|That sang of love, 29378|What of the morn 29378|That we must never know, 29378|O, love, love, love, 29378|On the hill above! 29378|Song that did not tire, 29378|Song that did not tire, 29378|O, love, love, 29378|Song that wouldst and yet 29378|And yet didst not tire, 29378|And now, I take my Fate 29378|On the hills to keep, 29378|Where the great deep 29378|Sends up a wave 29378|Of love on the still height where the eyes of the sea 29378|On tides of wonder wake, 29378|There in the day's noon, 29378|And she, and I, and she, 29378|And we, and we, and we, 29378|We ======================================== SAMPLE 159 ======================================== ; 1279|And the day I've borne the gree. 1279|For, sair, my heart will break-- 1279|O sair, for shame! 1279|I dinna ken the reason why-- 1279|The cause wad seemae. 1279|When a' thing's row'd between us two, 1279|An' that strange night, 1279|I try to wander out amang 1279|The deavin' light, 1279|And think upon the weet an' thee, 1279|The deavin' dule; 1279|I oft' in glens the auld reply, 1279|To hear thy voice; 1279|But, till an' by thysel' nae mair, 1279|I canna see, 1279|Sin' thou art here, where e'er I be, 1279|In glens or fairs; 1279|While colder fates than these await 1279|My auld grim fa'; 1279|But, when I'm thirling in the dust 1279|With a' my might, 1279|I'll rue the day that met my fate, 1279|That's how I dree't. 1279|But tho' to a' your doings great 1279|May a' the glory be, 1279|I'll sooner, sure, than you t'ate, 1279|Sin' thou art here, 1279|Come, a' ye ken, the Deil himsel', 1279|That's how I dree't. 1279|But tho' to thee my fancy's springing, 1279|An' tho' in by-gone things I mingle 1279|Worth a glance o' thine, 1279|Yet tho' in a' thy gowd I blawn 1279|Wi' a' thy might, 1279|Aside comes this, I'm tauld to thee 1279|My auld canty. 1279|I tell thee this, thou rev'rend rude, 1279|That frae thy grandeur hev refus't be thrown, 1279|An' faith! a heart as light's the weight o' a foord 1279|As thine own down. 1279|To thee belong the fruitful plains, 1279|The yellow sheaves, the gushing springs, 1279|The glen secure, the open main, 1279|The primrose and the violet, 1279|The violet and the hard primrose, 1279|The stream, the glen both clear and cool, 1279|The silver lily and primrose, 1279|A breathing air that fondly takes 1279|For all thine opulence, thy sake, 1279|For far more rich, indeed, I ween, 1279|Than all th' outpoured of kings to me, 1279|Or kingdoms three, or fairy queen, 1279|Of Nature's treasures most enshrin'd; 1279|So dear a haunts me ne'er did deign 1279|To roam at will, 1279|Far from th' embrace of all thy prime, 1279|That springs from thee, sweet flow'r, in time, 1279|I never wore but in my prime! 1279|The flowers and trees, the lamb and bee 1279|Upon thy banks their leaves may strow, 1279|But I eternal shall for thee 1279|Exchange our tend'rest monument; 1279|Still growing green on Eden's side 1279|The plant, the tree, the bonny shrub, 1279|The house, and glen, the glen, the pride 1279|Of ancient fabrick, rock, and flood, 1279|Tell of thy Camb's steep mystery, 1279|In antichoke, or forest rude, 1279|How learn'd, how learn'd a lesson taught 1279|By thee, sweet imbuerer of air, 1279|Which ev'n on earth thou dost discern 1279|By method sure, whereby we trace 1279|The kindred virtue of thy race, 1279|Checker of bent from ill to good, 1279|A charm from harm, and sweetenude 1279|Of fancies fairer than our own, 1279|Which o'er the wretch's or the murderer's arm 1279|Diffused a sweet luxurious ======================================== SAMPLE 160 ======================================== on a bier is laid, 1855|And in the room a burning flame 1855|Is seen to issue from his store, 1855|And, brightening as it onward bore, 1855|The wick's bright flame on every pane. 1855|They bid me follow in my turn-- 1855|Thee, thee, I followed with disdain. 1855|They bid me follow in my turn-- 1855|I follow, and I will not swerve-- 1855|And follow from the paths, 1855|And follow where thy footsteps pressed, 1855|And feel my very heart, possessed 1855|Of a most purer heart. 1855|Thou sayest, as thou art not told, 1855|How beautiful from all men's hold 1855|The riches of all men are, 1855|Yet would I sing thy name, 1855|To deathless joy for thee still bold, 1855|And to that shadow's fearful height-- 1855|Would that my song might reach thine ear 1855|As it hath past the mortal clay, 1855|And tell thee, with the voice 1855|Of God, whom thou wert leaving here, 1855|The last of the earth's dust, 1855|The last of things 1855|To those who loved and lost thy frame. 1855|I know that thou wilt see me then, 1855|And I thy statue shall be; 1855|For if thou see this I shall tell 1855|The history of my human strain-- 1855|Thy name, thy deathless name. 1855|And when the solemn figure kneels, 1855|When the soul's eye bows to the light 1855|The brows of all who loved thee then-- 1855|I know thy deathless light. 1855|I know that thou hast heard my woe, 1855|And wrought it unaware, 1855|And in the midnight hour, ere long-- 1855|Wilt feel my spirit reel and start, 1855|And long and bitterly draw near 1855|And lose thy radiant hair. 1855|When the soul's soft, unearthly spark 1855|Has flashed through darkness like a star, 1855|And caught, in light, the inner light 1855|Of Nature's everlasting star; 1855|Or when a pallid shadow flits 1855|Far in the heavens from the brow, 1855|And the heart beats, in a fitful pain, 1855|Not for the first time, but for the last, 1855|With dusky heart and tearless eye, 1855|And heart as cold and wild as if 1855|Only its brother would not die. 1855|I know that thou wilt hear me then, 1855|And I thy statue shall imbue 1855|With life's sweet fragrance, ere it dies 1855|And the soul sets the sacred food 1855|By which the soul may profit worth, 1855|And in its nature take delight, 1855|With folded arms and unregardful eyes-- 1855|If I but use a human hand, 1855|I cannot understand. 1855|I know thy tears, my sister!--dear 1855|Well the dear things thou lookest on!-- 1855|Though, when from life's most holy door, 1855|Love steals its fleeting cloud away-- 1855|It turns aside and flees away-- 1855|And in the moonless west, between 1855|Foams of the sun and worlds unseen, 1855|No other cloud expands a space 1855|Of its own depths, to look the face 1855|Of distance into future time. 1855|O holy sister! thou who art 1855|An outcast from the gates of doom, 1855|And whose black silence weaves the heart 1855|Of earth--and heaven the spirit's home, 1855|And earth the soul that is its home, 1855|Thou, that didst walk the ways of life, 1855|And all the day with cheerful mind, 1855|O holy sister! thou hast taught 1855|The way to step towards a goal 1855|Which we have crossed, alas, alas! 1855|To have attained by faith and truth, 1855|And find, in weakness and despair, 1855|The only heaven we've known to bear-- 1855 ======================================== SAMPLE 161 ======================================== , 1304|My dear, if you do love her and love her, 1304|If you will kiss and let you love her, 1304|Papa is old as Time's old dial, 1304|My dear, if you do love her and love her, 1304|Papa is wise and takes his pleasures, 1304|My dear, if you do love her and love her, 1304|Papa with love and with delight is 1304|To her full body is to her greater. 1304|The moon is full, the tide is flowing 1304|With silver spears, 1304|The earth has set her children seeming 1304|White lilies, 1304|Out of the sun, 1304|Under the sun and under the moon. 1304|Dear, if you love her and love her, 1304|Then all in all 1304|To make the whole earth--flowers, mountains, 1304|Dance, and call, 1304|Fling their petals on her hair and face. 1304|Hush! hush! 1304|Little maid, when the water is still, 1304|And the sun is away, 1304|And the light is dead, 1304|A man awakes to the day 1304|At dawn, at morning, 1304|To the night, 1304|To the sun, to the day! 1304|Oh, if you love her and love her, 1304|Then all in all 1304|To the moonfall, to the night, to the light! 1304|Fair Love! they have told me, 1304|All in a flower, 1304|That Love is wanton, 1304|And loves a flower. 1304|What dost thou know of Love? 1304|Mistress! I have not seen it: 1304|Yet I have heard it said it, 1304|Fool! faileth not that I was led 1304|By love that made men sigh for it! 1304|What dost thou know of Love? 1304|The joy, the thought of sorrow, 1304|The sorrow that makes men cross, 1304|The pleasure that makes women cross, 1304|The ignorance that makes the cross, 1304|For one sweet kiss of love, 1304|For one sweet kiss of love! 1304|Maidens bower' meadows 1304|Under the sun, 1304|By the light touch of the moon: 1304|Lovelier than mine 1304|Is the perfect vision 1304|That falls in June! 1304|O poet-thought, my heart is awed! 1304|From me the vague surmise 1304|That haunteth not the heart, 1304|Or looketh not at the eyes. 1304|O fool to dream of such a thing! 1304|The glory of the past 1304|Doth fade, the mists unroll, 1304|The lilies cold 1304|That tremble not at last, 1304|The hopes that burned, 1304|The dead within. 1304|O poet-dream, O poet-prince, 1304|What doth it in your dreams 1304|To keep a statue here to Time, 1304|The marble of a name, 1304|The image of a dream of love, 1304|The spirit of the theme above? 1304|O poet-king, O King, to break 1304|The sceptre of your heart-- 1304|Which you are happy to mistake! 1304|Your dream is but a frail-scanted thing, 1304|That goeth out of sight, 1304|And cometh back a thrall to cling 1304|About the life it had. 1304|Your dream is but a narrow sleep; 1304|The level of the weed 1304|Is neither gold nor steel nor deep, 1304|For all goes dry, 1304|And all the world dreams overhead. 1304|O poet-king, O King of blisses, 1304|Thy way is hard and only wise; 1304|Thou hast no wisdom in thy measure; 1304|The flowers weigh less than thy measure. 1304|Thy heart is as a huge white stone; 1304|The ocean, and the sea, 1304|And all the deep desire; 1304 ======================================== SAMPLE 162 ======================================== . 40598|"For what we know we only know 40598|That we have longed for nothing now. 40598|Let us have rest, my brethren, may we go." 40598|He was the best king's guest then, 40598|And as they sat at home they heard 40598|The old court-cry as the bird 40598|Arose, as forth they went, 40598|The bell at every crossway rang 40598|And through the gate the people sang: 40598|"The King's Good Fortune 40598|"The King's Good Fortune 40598|"The King's Good Fortune 40598|The King's Good Fortune 40598|"We have loved the world so long, and it must be 40598|That we may love again as well as old; 40598|But it isn't that we must love on any quest, 40598|Why, no matter how far we have loved this world, 40598|We have loved the world, and I am coldly deceived. 40598|Were it ever so fair, were it ever so new, 40598|It would ring as dear as it ever has been, 40598|And to be our king would be doubting our bliss, 40598|But, ah, no, no, no, no, no, no, no at all. 40598|Why, no doubt, no doubt, 40598|Will a heart be sad; 40598|An earth-sorrow lad 40598|When the spring is gane-- 40598|What matter? 'twill be 40598|When the spring is gane. 40598|"I have tried, and failed to meet, and failed to meet, 40598|And I can no longer take my life's bright way; 40598|I have tried, and not till you know how much I care. 40598|"Why, no doubt, no doubt, 40598|Will a heart be gay. 40598|If it dowers a doubt 40598|It is then that doubt 40598|Is a very truth, not quite so much as quite as quite as quite. 40598|"Why, no doubt, no doubt. 40598|And my life is worth 40598|Though your life is hurrying it far and wide-- 40598|The days are short, and your heart is aye the same; 40598|The joy of Life is an exceeding bitter tide; 40598|"I have tried and failed, and failed, and failed again, 40598|Because a doubt was given me of that truth, and then. 40598|I have striven, and I have striven, and I have tried, 40598|But, ah, the more it seems, the more I feel the same. 40598|"Why, no doubt, no doubt. 40598|If you knew the truth, 40598|And my life as well as death, I would be glad and true; 40598|But I dare not look around, and, sitting sad and lone, 40598|You will understand why I have failed. 40598|"If I knew the truth, 40598|And your life as well as death, 40598|I would never know the ways of my days are sad or glad, 40598|And I dare not even dream the more of the things I had, 40598|Why, no doubt, no doubt, 40598|Will a heart be daunted more, now I know what I have done, 40598|Why, no doubt, no doubt, 40598|Will a heart be sadder, why, no more I doubt it any son? 40598|"If you knew the truth, 40598|And my life as well as death, I would see the truth and choose; 40598|But I dare not speak, 40598|And I dare not even dream of the things that you and I can make; 40598|Why, no doubt, no doubt." 40598|The night is dying, 40598|And dawn is stealing 40598|Across the eastern hills. 40598|The sun is in the east, 40598|And down the west is stealing, 40598|And still the day is done, 40598|And still the night is breathing, 40598|And still the night is sleeping, 40598|And still the night is sleeping, 40598|And weary is the day. 40598|The day has come, and gone. 40598|There is no light on earth. 40 ======================================== SAMPLE 163 ======================================== . 35402|Shelley, Lady Lady. 35402|I have watched thee long, and I have seen 35402|Thy grace go to earth when the cry grew thin. 35402|Thy voice hath charmed me, and I have prayed 35402|That thy strength might be able to turn back 35402|Those evils; yea, for that I pray thee not, 35402|Thou art well pleased in thy grace to lack. 35402|Love hath two eyes: for that one eye of thine 35402|Can find out many and know them oft; 35402|As good to one as it comes back to me, 35402|And sweet as one heart yearns to see. 35402|O lovely lady, O fair headland, 35402|Of the sky-blue of the sea, 35402|That in the sea dost fall 35402|In praise, that kisseth thee! 35402|Since then thou art my love 35402|For ever, as my love, 35402|Thy heart, and my heart, and my soul, 35402|Thou art my house of peace, my sweet, 35402|My heart in gray, 35402|That is so far from me 35402|As thou to wit mayst go; 35402|Thou art my house as may be seen 35402|To-night, at the moon-setting 35402|By many a sun-bright tree, 35402|In a garden dim with trees, 35402|And the garden bare; 35402|Thy white arms fresh about thee 35402|Are folded, and thy face 35402|Is fair as any man's face 35402|In all his days; 35402|Thou art my house as may be seen 35402|By many a sun-bright tree; 35402|Thou art my lord, whose name is love, 35402|And love for ever can make none thereof 35402|More tender and true to thy feet, 35402|Thou art my life. 35402|Love, Love, Love, 35402|Love! Love, Love! 35402|The nightingale sings above her nest, 35402|The nightingale sings above her nest; 35402|The nightingale sings a sweeter song, 35402|For love, for love 35402|She is a star that loveth well. 35402|All night, all night, she sings so gay 35402|That all the stars of heaven are aflame 35402|With love for her, her heart is mad; 35402|The nightingale sings a sweeter song, 35402|For love, for love! 35402|The nightingales are lovers all, 35402|They bring to mind no other wight, 35402|For all our song is so half sweet, 35402|And all our life is as a night, 35402|For, sooth, my love is such a night 35402|That love not any other wight. 35402|Love, love, love! 35402|Love, love, love! 35402|And in the nightingale's sweet song 35402|Love sings a sweeter song alway, 35402|For love, for love! 35402|For these love things love knows well 35402|To make one soul of one dear head. 35402|Though the world of men were made of fire 35402|To burn itself to ashes. 35402|The wind upon the wild sea-shore 35402|Is like a flame of wind upon our head. 35402|And how they fling themselves upon the dead 35402|Are terrible yet still, and how they sing 35402|Lodged and awake in many an alien spring, 35402|And how we shall not speak of them any more. 35402|These things were once made friends with love and care; 35402|These were once made friends with death and pain. 35402|Now all the ways are full of wind and rain; 35402|Yet in my heart doth live and be again. 35402|Love, love, love, 35402|For now this life is ending, 35402|The death and love are two, 35402|The night is wet, the spring is new, 35402|The spring is warm with flowers; 35402|One thing is left unsaid, undone, 35402|(Ah, love is summer-worn!) 35402|Though heaven wax ======================================== SAMPLE 164 ======================================== |When the morn with her stars has a longing the meek, 34409|When the boughs are a-bloom with the wild dew of the boughs, 34409|And the breeze is a-scimper with murmurs of leaves, 34409|And the sun is a-bloom with a glory enow: 34409|Then, in like a maiden, my heart heaves and sighs 34409|As the breaking of tempests or torrent of snows, 34409|Till it seems as if fancy were filling my soul 34409|With the song of the birds and the shimmer of sands, 34409|And I feel in my bosom deep thoughts of the whole, 34409|Of the song of the breeze and the shimmer of sands. 34409|Hath the dew of the night melted into my eyes? 34409|Hath the torrent of Lethe been melted away 34409|Into billows of purple that sink in the skies? 34409|Hath the torrent of Lethe been melted away 34409|Into billows of purple that swell from the bay? 34409|Hath Lethe been melted away, as we deem, 34409|Into billows of purple that swell from the stream? 34409|In the vane of the crimson I wander alone-- 34409|And the rivers have ceased with the murmuring tone 34409|Of the song of the birds and the shimmer of sands, 34409|And the moonlight lay deep on the face of the land; 34409|And I looked in the vane from the cloud-fettered steep 34409|To the sound of the song of the stream as it sl speeds, 34409|And I thought, 'I will pluck out the vats with my peals!' 34409|I was bound to the torrent with garlands of myrrh, 34409|I was bound to the vale with my garlands of mirth; 34409|I was bound to the torrent with garlands of mirth. 34409|In the vale are her mountains, the cloud-fettered and dim, 34409|And the vale is a-knommed with the voices of them, 34409|And the moon from her steeple has faded away, 34409|And I find on the mountain the voice of the maids to-day. 34409|For the vale is an imp by the torrent of tears, 34409|And the torrent is made to be red with their years; 34409|And her rocks that are smooth are the ridges of man, 34409|And her woods that are green with the garlands of spring; 34409|And the roar of the sea as it mingles with mine, 34409|Is as sweet as the song of the bird of the pine. 34409|The ivy hath lost the fair head that I loved, 34409|The rose hath obtained the fair locks that we loved; 34409|The violet--that is the dower well worth the name-- 34409|And I am the dower--for so are the gifts that we claim. 34409|And the wealth I have won that are mine not in vain, 34409|Is the pride of my heart and the guerdon of pain; 34409|For I am the fair daughter that waiteth beside, 34409|And I am the fair master-queen of every wide. 34409|I am the queen--for I am--and I am the queen-- 34409|In the name of the Mighty I claim every kind, 34409|For the strength of my race I praise not the pride, 34409|The power of my youth I defy not the wind. 34409|I am the queen--for I am--and I am the queen-- 34409|The power to command--if the will cannot change; 34409|But I am the queen--if the will cannot change. 34409|And where is the boy that hath made me his bride? 34409|I am the queen, for I am the daughter of pride; 34409|And the strength of my youth I defy not the tide, 34409|But come to the depth of the kingdom of life, 34409|The wealth of my age I defy not the strife. 34409|And, love, love, love, lovingly love me forever, 34409|The beautiful babe that doth not fall from the knee, 34409|For I am the maid--if the will cannot change. 34409|And where is the boy that hath ======================================== SAMPLE 165 ======================================== and the dark, 35227|Till the last light and last of May-- 35227|It is enough for me and you 35227|To know that all were well. 35227|I wish we could be happy now 35227|With this our lovely lady; 35227|But we will go no more o'er the hills, 35227|Nor dance by the fountain. 35227|And should some friend or foe appear, 35227|I fear we ne'er should know 35227|The heart that is so true as mine-- 35227|The joy of a true soul, 35227|For you alone I'd give my heart, 35227|And thus I'd give my life. 35227|I would give all I had for love 35227|Of your fair, loyal wife; 35227|Yes, freely would I take my part 35227|With her that's far away. 35227|I would give everything I had 35227|To gladden her eyes, 35227|And give her smiles; for I'd give all 35227|To her I love so well. 35227|But she would scorn my gifts, and say 35227|I was her lover's wife; 35227|She knew I owed so much to you, 35227|I did not love you less. 35227|That's why my heart is happiest, 35227|And loves my fellow men; 35227|They tell me of my lover, 35227|As though he were a god. 35227|I knew his name, and I should bless 35227|Thee--_but I was too discreet!_ 35227|For when I saw his face so proud 35227|My heart grew sad. 35227|But when I heard his gentle voice 35227|My soul was glad. 35227|I'd pray for her, but not for his 35227|That he should come again; 35227|I'd pray that him not wait to hear, 35227|And she not hear. 35227|_Yes, if I had him in my arms, 35227|I now would have her near; 35227|I'd kneel to him, but not to him, 35227|Dear, dearest dear._ 35227|If I could find him out, and I should find him all my own, 35227|And he before me standing, by the window, where I was alone; 35227|I'd watch him as he wanders o'er the city street, 35227|To which I saw him looking at the dead line of the town. 35227|The moon is high up in the sky, 35227|The stars are shining overhead, 35227|'Tis rising--yet it is not night-- 35227|And the drowsy city street is dead. 35227|Is it the moon, is it the sun, 35227|Is it the sun that shines afar 35227|Above that in the sky is hid 35227|That weeps above the starry bed? 35227|Is it the tears, the tears again 35227|We keep upon the funeral train, 35227|That gemmed the stars and drowned the stars 35227|Because they sparkled? Did the blood 35227|Speak more of death than words of doom? 35227|Speak more of death than such a breath? 35227|Say more? 35227|We are ourselves, and we made right, 35227|We are ourselves, and we made right, 35227|The wrongs of other years, are we, 35227|And so is done! 35227|We were made glad to live and be 35227|A simple flower apart from thee, 35227|A separate star, 35227|A separate, blameless, separate sun. 35227|We did not love, we did not hate; 35227|We knew not which to call our friend, 35227|We did not love. 35227|The moon is high up on the hill, 35227|The sun is burning on the sea, 35227|And his step is on the temple-floor, 35227|And his worship on the altar-floor. 35227|The little town is on her right 35227|Where her little town is guarded well, 35227|And he walks on the other side of her 35227|Because she is little-clever here. 35227|She was tramping, she was ploughing, 35227|The sun was going ======================================== SAMPLE 166 ======================================== as a king." 39236|"Who rides abroad to seek for gold?" 39236|"As I come riding home." 39236|"Who writes my name upon the air?" 39236|"Who heeds the weak, the strong, the great?" 39236|"The mighty God, the Lord of Hosts, 39236|Who hears me call His name." 39236|"The valiant man, the strong, the great, 39236|The Lord of all the earth." 39236|"Who bears the heavy yoke on high?" 39236|"My Lord, I follow and am near!" 39236|"What profit?" "From the Lord of all 39236|The many hosts that fall?" 39236|"In the great army of God I did 39236|With greater glory shine." 39236|"A greater power, Lord God, than thou 39236|Wilt bring me in to mine." 39236|"What profit, Lord, by me bestowed?" 39236|"We did not seek in the battle line" 39236|"What boots it?" "Fain would I command," 39236|"Its staff, if we shall ever stand 39236|"On mountain, plain, or high hill-height" 39236|"What matter? Thou hast said, Lord, not thee." 39236|"Nay, Lord, for here I cannot stand." 39236|"The Lord hath said thee with a grace; 39236|Thou shalt not fail; for though this place 39236|Be seeking happiness, it is 39236|Where thou shalt see the hills arise 39236|On the next Christmas, and the choirs 39236|Be all that I desire." 39236|"Thy word hath not," she said, "not pride: 39236|It is a thing that in that time 39236|God was our chief and Lord our King, 39236|And made as we are all we should-- 39236|When God gave nothing back to man." 39236|"Lord, I am lowly born," 39236|"And I will claim a lowly life." 39236|"I am a lowly life indeed. 39236|I will not give my scorn!" 39236|"I yield not, Lord, my scorn of thee. 39236|O keep me as thou wilt of me." 39236|"Thou knowest well the world, my God, 39236|And all that is for me." 39236|"True servant is God's household priest, 39236|And servant unto man," 39236|"Nor will I cease my biding awe, 39236|Though I go forth with my God to meet 39236|At the right hand of the Lord." 39236|"O Lord, my God, guide me and keep, 39236|Nor fear to tell thee: I will go 39236|If Thou remember me to-day." 39236|"Wilt Thou provide me, Lord?" 39236|"To whom if I bring back the Lord, 39236|Not to thee, is my need." 39236|"Nay, Lord, but give to me the keys, 39236|Thou wilt love me indeed." 39236|"Nay, Lord, but open Thou my heart, 39236|Though I lay hold of life!" 39236|"Thou wilt love me indeed and keep, 39236|And I will not punish thee." 39236|The morning dawn shone fair and mild 39236|On wood and field and tree; 39236|And far and near the Christian bells 39236|Were pealing far and wide. 39236|"O Lord, my Lord, lead me to thee, 39236|And heal my soul of ill." 39236|And so I sat, and watched for rain; 39236|My brother against it still 39236|Shook hands and looked up to the sky 39236|And said: "What is this, Lord? Will it shine, 39236|O Lord, and let it fall?" 39236|Not the same God, that filled the land 39236|With His own power,--that made the sea. 39236|"Fathers and mothers, all" - 39236|All else but ye. 39236|"Fathers and sisters, all" - 39236|None but ye. 39236|"Wearied with love, I watched the seas, 39236|And gathered ferns and flowers, ======================================== SAMPLE 167 ======================================== and the sun to rest, if thou keep'st watch 1008|Upon the mountain tops, whence faileth not 1008|Its Fear, but in his Galatea lies, 1008|Not daring to press forth the expected sprays, 1008|Which there together with the jocund flowers 1008|Cuddle the dusty plain. Those, other joys, 1008|In the ascending dame lack ardour still, 1008|In the ascent, on each desire repose. 1008|And one, on taking hold of me, intreats, 1008|That I may win him from my Womb. propounds 1008|That Womb itself is here." I thus rejoin'd: 1008|"ORegardless of the maze, that leadeth here, 1008|We ill the face of God's eternal ways 1008|And brief in heart, we ill the coupe discern." 1008|Time's loss he had so often warn'd me 'gainst, 1008|I could not miss the scope at which he aim'd; 1008|But, as he caught my bentness up, how much 1008|I consolation felt! "In sackcloth sweet 1008|Of him thou crav'st, who with his hair outside 1008|Doth burn, a man of spirit pu'd the Spouse, 1008|To whom thou crav'st that thou wilt not be soon 1008|Or something ne'er to come. This pleasant leaven, 1008|That art in sooth for nothing earthly sower, 1008|B companies them all, and leads with joyous hand 1008|Thee on their way; nor stay perplexing there, 1008|Where thy day's work is toil and hard, delight." 1008|As sails full spread and bellying with the wind 1008|Her doubtful freight she strikes with ashen spear, 1008|That with fresh vigour more than mortal glows. 1008|With fear and sit hanging like a pall, 1008| fatigue, and at the every onward cast 1008|From sail to hold out more, so with that gleam 1008|Of radiance, stream'd together, then together 1008|Imag'd, and then flow'd down into the sea, 1008|So saw I there, what the dun shades Scyllas, 1008|Who, dreadful record of their shifting lore, 1008|Refus'd not; woe is me! that never, sure, 1008|While of my face the semblance suffer'd yet 1008|Of that free will, and I was in my state, 1008|With other thoughts create not sad like these. 1008|For he among the fools at last became 1008|Thus low and low: "Now fix thine eyes, and list 1008|Expect me. ait thee nor despise 1008|Thy more refulgent glass, which shall bring clear 1008|To thee the cause of our ascent." So spake 1008|The day-star of mine eyes; which, doubting, I 1008|Appeased as he, that I should look less sad. 1008|And, when I of myself had hemm'd around 1008|With his successive waves, up to the point 1008|Our light well in Bologna I beheld, 1008|Where 'twixt the m shores and the high mountains stands, 1008|From forth whose jutting head a mighty wing. 1008|Then I upstretch'd my sight: so far pursued, 1008|A cloud, with what a white and azure stream 1008|Before us, from the other extremities 1008| distance seen; not other where it sees 1008|The ramparts and battlements on all sides breathes 1008|Than in the plain before it. From this realm 1008|Excluded, chalice in the world's extreme 1008|I roam'd, and with much bloodshed, at its peace, 1008|Arriving where the fisherman his food 1008|Doth find, and, harbouring it in that isle, 1008|Denies himself the sea. My country, plant 1008|So dear to me, that to no other land 1008|My song with less delight I turn, I oft 1008|To my salt meals, and therewithal repose. 1008|"Now though the tyranny of hell's great king ======================================== SAMPLE 168 ======================================== _), is a term given to a gentleman, a gentleman, a 27885|lady to his house. 27885|_The Lady_, &c. 27885|_The Lady_, &c. &c. 27885|_The Knight_, &c. 27885|_The Lady_, &c. 27885|_Bishop of Bateman's Mounted Chair_, &c. 27885|_Bishop of Bateman's Mounted Chair_, &c. 27885|_Bishop of Bateman's Mounted Chair_, &c. 27885|_Bishop of Bateman's Mounted Chair_, &c. 27885|_Bishop of Bateman's Mounted Chair_, &c. 27885|_Bishop of Bateman's Mounted Chair_, &c. 27885|_The Lady_, &c. 27885|_The Lady_, &c. 27885|This Life of ours, if aught can move her, 27885|Is aureoled bliss o'er bliss o'er sorrow; 27885|It brings woes o'er the grave, saith sorrow, 27885|And mopes for ae lang, long to-morrow. 27885|A merry life! a merry life for you! 27885|Happy the man wha dearly loves to pree! 27885|Hard fortune reddens at his fraile glee, 27885|Sins of a blude to winnae to repair; 27885|But he that does not wear a bonnet gay, 27885|And likes to wear a plaid and bonny bonny gay, 27885|May, after a' his days, hae spent in care! 27885|But this is still the life o' high and low; 27885|Where oft for us the saut tear blin's as fine, 27885|And ilka body glares with miser-glow, 27885|And glasses glour the scroggis' ugly swine. 27885|Our noble lords may learn our meanest vellum, 27885|And pity droll or fine the gowd-foure billum. 27885|But au! ye noble lords, ye'll no be gracious, 27885|And a' weel pay the honours three and twa! 27885|Our noble lords shall ca' nae mair to mak ye 27885|Kissing lene ne'er siccan as o' the lassie; 27885|And a' the folk of him that wears the gree, 27885|Shall gayly court him for the pure auld ane. 27885|Hale bairnies, hale, bairnies, 27885|Hae bairnies, hale, bairnies, 27885|At the proudest of a' ken laird, 27885|A' this world to me has lent 27885|Mair ne'er sic could blinkin' on thy laive: 27885|It's the auld willow-tree! 27885|Hale bairnies, hale bairnies, 27885|Hae bairnies, hale bairnies, 27885|And lads that will be strang, 27885|At the proudest of a' ken laird 27885|Shall brothers be, 27885|Wha this world to me has brought, 27885|An' siccan a' sic tell 27885|Sin' I a' gae to thee has wrought, 27885|Thy bonny lassie, O. 27885|When brawls are short, an' dougrees bonny, O! 27885|When brawls are lang, an' dougrees bowin', 27885|Nor ony ae braw acre fowk 27885|Shall fairs appear; 27885|When a' the bonny ranks are fa'in' 27885|Right haughty and bare, 27885|When linns are taen awa', 27885|When nought is said, 27885|Nae man now kens what taes bedaies 27885|On this lown day. 27885|When linns are taen, an' dougrees fa'in', 27885|An' douce be ca'd, 27885|An' douce be ca ======================================== SAMPLE 169 ======================================== . 22803|So when she came she smote him sore 22803|Against her bosom, and with flame 22803|Felled up his cheeks, and stammering sore 22803|The warm flesh of his lips the same, 22803|And with a groan sent out a moan 22803|Of joy: but then the fair-faced one 22803|Lamented, being bowed thereby, 22803|And with a sigh made answer nigh. 22803|And when she smote him for her own, 22803|With the other's moan she straitly wailed 22803|For joy of them that she had shown 22803|So faint a body, and so frail, 22803|And by her strong arms over him 22803|Stuck fast and fell beneath the blow, 22803|As she, that in the flesh had grown 22803|All likeness of a living thing, 22803|Still stood and girt with dreadful moan 22803|With no more help her flesh had won, 22803|Not God himself could lift her high 22803|To the heavens. Never he less 22803|The fierce God's hate, his awful hate 22803|That kept her young blood from its course, 22803|His hate that rent her to the root, 22803|Would, such as through long ages came 22803|Light of the darkness, come more near 22803|Than his fierce wrath; so that of fear 22803|She could not face the wrathful King, 22803|And fear of him that sent such dread 22803|From her, nor terror of his wrath. 22803|At last, when all were in love with her 22803|The fire that he had kindled, his wrath 22803|Was hot, and at her feet he set 22803|The sharp steel of his quivering lip, 22803|And cast her to his feet again. 22803|So, in his wrath, a sword that shone 22803|Lightly against the iron stone 22803|Shone, and the blood made dusky red 22803|The hard steel of his shaking head. 22803|The great tears of triumph did upbraid 22803|That, being changed, yet he that stained 22803|The shape of woman, his foul scorn, 22803|The God of blood, that he had known 22803|Before a tiger barred him, shrank 22803|And leaped into a wolf's head, 22803|Whose mouth and eyes and tusks of greed 22803|Were hissed against him red and white. 22803|And then he cried: "O cruel me, 22803|The cruel thorn of the old curse 22803|That, having pierced me, made me die, 22803|I, and my head the very curse 22803|For that one sin that can be done 22803|To make men vile! I who have done 22803|Wrath, and have done all wrong for him, 22803|Who lives for such a grievous cause-- 22803|Had it not been for the last time 22803|Into this last and cruel knife, 22803|That I have chosen this last strife, 22803|And will now have this woman his." 22803|He wept, he kissed her, with his hands; 22803|And, as he stood by knitted knees, 22803|"O holy Mother, if it please thee 22803|This thing for my sake call thy son 22803|And I another, say no more! 22803|He knows I was a woman once; 22803|And in the end my sin was sore. 22803|And in mine own right hand I bore 22803|A woman once, and on his head 22803|I laid this worser crown, yea said, 22803|Telling my love, the while I knew 22803|That in her head my heart he knew 22803|And in my arms, as in my face, 22803|My hair was crowned, my eyes were blurred. 22803|And all my beauty, and all my grace, 22803|Was, in that time, my life's disgrace." 22803|"Enough," he said; "I know not how; 22803|My lips are dry, and scarce can see 22803|The words that make my mouth so white; 22803|I only feel that I am weak, 22803|And yet I feel that nothing ======================================== SAMPLE 170 ======================================== away, I would not stay." 6652|(By the same author, "Sir William.") 6652|"The only time we were together they were neither willing to relax 6652|attention, but with one mind free from difficulty to regret the 6652|gratitude of this late occasion is now in the character of it. 6652|"We should not be thought sufficiently unacquainted with our 6652|coincident, the man who has the welfare of the public in this 6652|unwilling people," &c. 6652|"For the common welfare of all nations," &c. 6652|"We were accustomed to the common cry of the weather to fight 6652|in battle. The aim of this weapon is to defend our country's 6652|"To preserve our minds against the tyranny of every foe in those 6652|commands, to make a perpetual treaty with the base 6652|impression of her and her." 6652|These influences were given in the action to the affair. 6652|"I have spoken of the force of this weapon, 6652|"I have only said 'the charm of the arrow,' or 'swan." 6652|"Then to a spot I have established as my portion (and not all of 6652|"And to say that the motive and motive which made me in this 6652|crescent review is the duty of the executioner of my executioner. 6652|"I remember that the first time we met, I was not so well up, 6652|"I forgot that the motive and motive which arrested me before 6652|executinizing, and bringing me down the precipice of life, is 6652|"I remember the first time, and the last time that the enemy 6652|"That thou must know that the character of the bullet that spills 6652|never-witty, and that I forget, my friend, and that the 6652|distinguished gun is my only happiness, and that the arrow is its 6652|"I remember the first time we met, I was not so well up, 6652|that I could not hold my tongue out, and I can not yet forget." 6652|"That is well, old friend, you will agree, but I never can 6652|attract, for I can not pay you one shilling the most that you 6652|can take off without me." 6652|"A little reflection I will give to your shooting." 6652|"I will not give to my shooting." 6652|"And if you will have it so, I will have to say to your 6652|master if you can tell me if he is able." 6652|"To my freedom," replied Mr Steben; "I have always been 6652|treating at your shooting, and you will say, as you please, that it 6652|"If you will let me first go and see Mr Steben, I will then 6652|prevent him to direct you and to end it; I would not be able the 6652|To make a purchase for a nice friend, a friend, a man of good 6652|good principles, a clergyman in the world--I do not know how to 6652|endeavoured to take up his money when he was before us, and when 6652|we had paid our debts in the way of saving wine. To be a 6652|friend is to find that he is a sensible friend, and never wants 6652|to be left alone. He must learn to pay our debt, pay it in 6652|returning, and to make a business, if not to be neglected and 6652|unavailingly offered. To be a lawyer, and to be a good 6652|physician, and to be a judge while waiting for good money--it 6652|were a task the countrymen must take to make for their lives. 6652|"But you must learn to pay a visit to Mr Steben, and to 6652|make him pay his discharge. He must be willing to let the 6652|upbraid on the account, and to take his interest in every 6652|that he will give to his wife--in short, he must be willing to 6652|give any one who can give him the lie--the last word, or 6652|never send him to the block. 6652|"I know the reason why I am to stop here, and I know why 6652|you are so angry. I shall wait until I can ======================================== SAMPLE 171 ======================================== of the great, to build and sow, 36015|To nurse the multiform increase, 36015|Fused in his vast, creative will, 36015|To mould the universe in ills; 36015|To feed the multiform eclipse 36015|That spread from Heaven till Heaven expire, 36015|To clothe the atom that then miss 36015|The immortal brightness of his fire. 36015|And he of all created things, 36015|Mild in their own eternity, 36015|With his own radiant smile o'erspreads 36015|The gulf of blackness from the skies, 36015|And gives his own eternal hues, 36015|While the proud planet shouters here, 36015|In its own spheres, but ever near, 36015|Till time, and space, and seas are clear. 36015|And he who, with a pure, sweet song, 36015|Must leave the shores of all the west, 36015|Must surely write, as on the scroll 36015|The Eternal mind inscribed of old, 36015|The everlasting life-written, 36015|That on this happy world of ours 36015|Where men call up the blood of flowers 36015|We may immortalize at will,-- 36015|On his own page, which God has set, 36015|Not always in the world yet yet. 36015|There is a mystery, a power that all obey, 36015|Nor is there answer; but it has its work in May; 36015|For love is life and love is Life, and love is Life to me. 36015|The flaring of the sails, the shouting of the galleons, 36015|The flash of cannon, and the thunder of the guns, 36015|Were never heard; but when we watched the mighty thunders, 36015|We felt their thunders, and such mighty thunders threw 36015|That we were shaken with a mighty fear o'erhead,-- 36015|Fled from the world's light; and the old and young held up their 36015|We might have grasped each other in a kind of desperation, 36015|But never wholly broken up, nor wholly broken down. 36015|And it is strange, but there are times when one can understand, 36015|There are times when one may stand and argue with the other; 36015|And, when they tell the people to take heed they will not utter 36015|One firstling of wild fire about our hearts, and fainted 36015|With fear and pity; and at last the fire leaps up and quivers. 36015|And there it is to meet and part; to meet and part no more. 36015|But we are not at peace tonight, being brothers. 36015|They will not see by sight, they will not raise the other. 36015|We can not understand these things, but surely know they must 36015|Hearts beating beating, hands that cannot sound--God bless 36015|The fellowship of souls, of spirits beating, beating, beating. 36015|The storm's roar and the thunder's visible thunders, 36015|Whose voices fill the world from shore to shore, 36015|Are only fitful peal; but we are waiting for it, 36015|Waiting for it, waiting for the word to come. 36015|We can not speak for long, for when the silence speaks 36015|We are prepared to stay and be at peace. 36015|We can not understand the word. We can not even dream 36015|We are not as other men; and if the end were brought, 36015|If dreams had power such things to come and go--to know. 36015|And now a word, a last word, echoes across the hall; 36015|The doors are opening, but I think we have no word. 36015|We are not as other men; we have been long together, 36015|Long have been fighting for the Lord; 36015|We cannot let him pass as once we did; but he 36015|Has need of us, and we have need of him, and we 36015|Have need of him; we could not let him pass away, 36015|And we must keep them all as fast as he can hold, 36015|And hold him up and hold him in our hands; 36015|It may be so. But this is true. And now, we'll go. 36015|And I'll be as another man once more ======================================== SAMPLE 172 ======================================== ! that he sees a face, 8672|For which I look not; but would do. 8672|Let's live with that sweet look we miss, 8672|Which looks so tempting, false, and true; 8672|And thus with loving eyes we turn 8672|Back o'er our own into the dawn. 8672|Let's live with that sweet look we miss, 8672|Which looks so tempting, false, and true; 8672|Yes, thus with faltering steps we press 8672|Back o'er our own into the dew. 8672|In the cool twilight hours, 8672|Without remembering, 8672|Our hearts will grow apace, 8672|Left alone in sadness, 8672|While the heart is breaking! 8672|And a thought of grief, 8672|Though it may be grief's, 8672|Like a light will haunt our heart, 8672|Soon will vanish from our eye. 8672|Hear the merry moon 8672|Drink and float away 8672|Over the hushed waters, 8672|To a magic glass; 8672|Then she dreams of a place 8672|Where by the sands of life 8672|He would look at kings, 8672|Drink and float away. 8672|Oh, if e'er o'er the waters 8672|My spirit long to stray, 8672|I'd cross the sea! 8672|But if in the night 8672|I too long to go, 8672|Drink and float away. 8672|Then my heart would grow 8672|As the waves do, 8672|And tho' in the night 8672|I too long to go, 8672|Drink and float away. 8672|But when on my path 8672|Stars do take their flight, 8672|With the day I'll go 8672|Up to the blue vault, 8672|And there be my home, 8672|I'll be there to weep, 8672|Where my love reposes: 8672|Oh, my wild heart knows 8672|Where he is to go; 8672|Then its depths will wither, 8672|Drink and float away. 8672|Sweet dreams! as you're lingering 8672|By the water's brink still, 8672|I would float ever faster 8672|With my boat to the deep. 8672|But when lights grow dismal, 8672|As I row on and on, 8672|The cold moon looks scornful 8672|And smiles scornfully on; 8672|For it is my rival-- 8672|He has lost his true mate, 8672|And my true love, too. 8672|And I'll not weep to see him 8672|Where he doth but sleep, 8672|I'll not weep for to see him, 8672|I'll not weep for to weep, 8672|For to see his true love 8672|We will go and we'll go 8672|Where the moon does not flow, 8672|And where stars may not gleam 8672|On the dark gloomy deep; 8672|Nor will he come with his sweet smiles for to cheer 8672|The sorrows our lives and our hearts do prepare. 8672|Then I'll sing of the story we've read of in song, 8672|And the songs we sing shall be told of our love long ere long. 8672|Farewell, farewell! for ever! fleetly wing thy flight along, 8672|And swiftly wing thy flight as fast as wings of light that fain would 8672|And thou, cold moon, go nearer to the land of endless night. 8672|Farewell, farewell! so like the passing wind that goes 8672|Around and round us, as the boat moves round and slow, 8672|Till we look on the face of that dear land that lies behind. 8672|Farewell, farewell! for ever, youth, 'tis not to me 8672|The hope of every day, 8672|To take my life with thee, to take the gift and give and give; 8672|This is the bond that bindeth up my heart, and so 8672|From fear of parting parted, joy will not depart. 8672|Farewell, farewell! so like the breath of balm that grows, 8672|Passion ======================================== SAMPLE 173 ======================================== .] But there is nothing that is not new.] 43271|"But yet, with reason less, the more she grew, 43271|The stranger to thy heart may be confin'd, 43271|(But peace of mind can better far be found 43271|Then in the breast alone can find its own, 43271|And in the mind unperjur'd peace returns,) 43271|The more it feels the man is wise as well.] 43271|"But, after all, the more thy mind prepares 43271|The nature of this sacrifice to prove; 43271|And what it finds in regular control, 43271|That it so much loves, and so does love itself.] 43271|"O had he here arrived but where he might, 43271|How would his soul have joy'd, his body bled! 43271|Nor this displeased the Oedipusius' son, 43271|Which now in arms the weeping soldiers join; 43271|Nor that proud honour, which alone you share 43271|But by the soldiers' blood, is all it wears, 43271|But what, for ever to relieve your griefs, 43271|The common kindness which the poor rewards. 43271|The chief, secure of his unhappy state, 43271|To whom and what a nation's just reliefs, 43271|Allied to make the wretched's fortune great, 43271|And first by him best loved, but soon remov'd.-- 43271|'Twas then, as Fate and Symon saw, th' event 43271|Both of his own design and his own fate, 43271|We first concluded in the yielding youth, 43271|And then the fatal fates of future age: 43271|"But, ah! what fates have doom'd your souls to die! 43271|What vengeance sent, what vengeance will you bear! 43271|To me, who, mad with youthful rage, will shun 43271|The dire extremes of life, and curse the time of breath; 43271|Yet, ere I die, enquire how first I drew 43271|These lines and numbers from the scope of fame, 43271|And form'd them thus--thy soul should know the blame, 43271|And not be judge of man by partial Fate-- 43271|What if your pride and ignorance were gone? 43271|No fame you to the world like yours allow; 43271|But this, at least, it is _intellectual_; 43271|And 'tis essential to the world above 43271|A noble action, and immortal love---- 43271|But you from whom all glory takes its birth-- 43271|Be you at least acquainted with the earth, 43271|With what an air infernal you have been, 43271|And what a god you are, will make you clean. 43271|What wilt thou not thy worldly actions try? 43271|The world, at best, is not the world at all; 43271|This only soaps, and that so near the bliss 43271|Of the first heaven, and then the abyss of hell. 43271|"From this important point thy knowledge springs; 43271|I'm sure the world shall see thy end, and learn. 43271|Learn what thou wishest, when from what is giv'n; 43271|Be what thou sayst, and know, what I shall learn." 43271|The world's great eye, and ear, and nose, and pen, 43271|And all the world, are full of what's before; 43271|And what's before or will not be for all, 43271|And all are in themselves, or all in thee. 43271|Folks travel far before the rest, and yet 43271|No traveller has attain'd that region true; 43271|The beasts that roam the wilds, the plains that prove 43271|The wand's true food, the mountains all of love; 43271|The man with man, the man with nature join'd, 43271|The man with nature, all are equal pains, 43271|As equal love diffus'd, as equal love. 43271|These, if you keep a distance, you may find 43271|These volumes only second to your mind. 43271|What's your opinion, most, attend his course, 43271|And speak of other's glory, not their own. 43271|The world, they say, is far an ample space, 43271| ======================================== SAMPLE 174 ======================================== . 24869|The monarchs, as our lord commanded, 24869|Rained back the wine from every ten 24869|The sages in their olden dress, 24869|Their wonted garments worn with toil; 24869|Each serving out his proper share, 24869|As customed chief and teacher, there, 24869|And every band with liberal care. 24869|Then Bharat’s head, O Ráma, bent 24869|On seeing Bharat thus intent, 24869|The while his brother, virtuous-souled, 24869|Bharat, received that royal bowl, 24869|And thus addressed the chief of them 24869|Whom fortune favoured with his rank, 24869|Heard, O good chief—forgive me, I 24869|Lament not, for I scarce can speak, 24869|Nor mark what Bharat’s soul intends 24869|When thou, the king, hast passed the king, 24869|And Lakshmaṇ, Sítá, Ráma sent. 24869|I saw, I ween, thy brother steal 24869|His chariot as he onward stole, 24869|Thy hand in mine again, O King, 24869|With sweetly winning words and low. 24869|One word would check the hero’s thought, 24869|And doubt my reason: for of aught 24869|Omitting, he is lost, O King, 24869|Though Sítá in his life be dead. 24869|Then, Ráma, as our sire decreed, 24869|In due progression to proceed, 24869|Let us precede thy sire’s decree 24869|In words that were, that he may see 24869|This Ráma’s son who rules the land, 24869|And all attentive will unite 24869|In Ráma’s consecration rite.(103) 24869|This day shall bring events at hand, 24869|And all the world shall hear the sound 24869|Of solemn preparation made, 24869|With Sítá and his brother priest 24869|And beauteous Aśvins, consecration’s day, 24869|To-morrow to Ayodhyá’s town 24869|By birds and birds be sanctified, 24869|And Sítá with her babes be blessed 24869|With joy upon her lord’s descent. 24869|Let every heart thy wish obtain, 24869|And each one seek his own again. 24869|If they in due possession hear 24869|Refresh the consecrating rite, 24869|Let no perfumed incense crowd 24869|The royal Saint who sanctifies.” 24869|Thus Bharat made: then by the grace 24869|Of Queen Kaikeyí drew his face, 24869|And thus his gentle speech renewed 24869|To Ráma in sweet tones that charmed: 24869|“This day, O best of comrades, we, 24869|O best of chieftains, will we set 24869|The funeral rites, before we go 24869|To leave a thing that ne’er shall die. 24869|For all the gifts that women hold 24869|The best of men, the gifts of gold, 24869|Are the pure life they give and free, 24869|But for the wife, we do not see. 24869|When I am dead, my widows’ lord, 24869|Let to due rites that merit sword 24869|Be to thy kinsmen due accord, 24869|And let thine honoured mother be. 24869|To us the wealth of gold suspend, 24869|The gold that passes penance, friend, 24869|And let the kingly heir remain 24869|To guard his life when he is slain.” 24869|Then Bharat to the wood he turned, 24869|And bade the grove be searched and burned. 24869|The sacrificial ground was cleared, 24869|And priests were eager all to guard. 24869|They saw the grove, with torch and sword, 24869|And paid due worship to the Lord, 24869|And now with reverence won to share 24869|The offering at the holy shrine, 24869|And with those words, unheeding thought, ======================================== SAMPLE 175 ======================================== . 21765|_JUVEN_ _CALY_ _JAMES_ 21765|FREDESTE _Hugh Teeth_ 21765|FREDESTE _SAD NO clautes_ 21765|FREDESTE _MELOTHED DEWAR_ 21765|FREDESTE _Nonsieur de Rechecho_ 21765|FREDESTE _CALY and VENUS_ 21765|FREDESTE _Eighth-century_ 21765|EVENUS _Garden of Dorset_ 21765|FREDEROPE _Dorset's Matting to 21765|FREDEROPE _N.M. Sorrent_ 21765|FREDEROPE _Elegy on 21765|"How Can You manage Flowers?" _Momendary docility_ 21765|Flowers 6atered, and their tears are dried; 21765|The Best Water flows near: 21765|And the reason that causes my emotion is not in my power to 21765|excite it. The _Cape-firm_ which causes my tears to fall, is 21765|_Elysium_ is not in my power to cast down the reason. I must 21765|believe that the reason is not in my power to cast down the reason. 21765|_Iavers_. Let us not doubt that our friends received our farewells, 21765|not taking up that action, nor whether they went back. 21765|_Iavers_. Barrow, barrow: yes, barrow: we can but of ourselves do 21765|not go back. 21765|_Iavers_. Barrow. If that is not so, we shall make it to be 21765|covered with furrow. 21765|_Iavers_. Barrow: we shall look to our friends _De QUINCE HEN_. 21765|_Echo_. O no, no, we are not going to go to the Barrow! 21765|_Iavers_. Barrow, barrow: let us leave the barrow. 21765|(_At the opposite of the table, etc. a pause._) 21765|_Faust_. So! leave the barrow, and let us turn our steps 21765|forward. 21765|_Mephistopheles_. Now, hey! now, ho! now, ho! how do you like to go? 21765|_Mephistopheles_. I am glad to see you come and home, my worthy 21765|father. 21765|_Faust_. And shall I see you? 21765|_Mephistopheles_. And must I follow, _Sir Lost of Dorset_? 21765|_Mephistopheles_. I'm not afraid of you. 21765|_Mephistopheles_. Since, Sir, I have always thought ======================================== SAMPLE 176 ======================================== of the East, the great, the wise, 4072|Till the world be one unto his eyes. 4072|Then let that day be as it may; 4072|Time is for us; let our great deeds tell 4072|The stars of men if day is not. 4072|(Soul, body, mind, the heart is still, 4072|They say not, never wist nor heeded well;) 4072|Soul, body, brain, the soul is still, 4072|Let them not tell our gift of grace, nor guess 4072|Our worship of the hour is past, that we 4072|May give our spirits lightness of the light, 4072|And we that walk, shall we that day go right? 4072|Soul, brain, the soul is still! Yet there's one thing 4072|That hath not learned the ways whereby men go, 4072|Nor shall not know the knowledge of the years; 4072|But seeing how blind were they by seeing light, 4072|The splendour of their vision, when the morn 4072|Look'd with a glory to the eastern sky, 4072|There where the night was, they had journeyed on, 4072|Along the paths of wisdom and the ways 4072|Of living knowledge: soul, soul is one unto 4072|Their God, and is for ever. There they went, 4072|And there they unlectioned in the ways of life 4072|Found knowledge; and they had the teaching still, 4072|The many mansions in the sun that burn 4072|For ever, in the light that binds them all, 4072|So that they have no end; they walk with God, 4072|And though the darkness veil their faces, know 4072|That none interprets aught of their sure lives; 4072|Nor is their instinct so confined. With them, 4072|No soul augments itself; they are blind, 4072|They blind themselves. Who can believe that sight? 4072|Nor man with God who once hath seen. His blood 4072|Is but the fire that feeds and animates 4072|Self and a self. What were our toil to cease, 4072|If sight were not that ever should have served, 4072|Would not the world in every man behold? 4072|Therefore was Nature in her first degree 4072|Hateful to man, since his was no man's power; 4072|Therefore, although the world be all untrue, 4072|Eternal Love has made him all it was. 4072|Then had he power, and might he might, not cease 4072|Who might receive had God hath need to be. 4072|So had he power; so had his soul been made 4072|For good and evil; so have we nowise smiled 4072|On him who was our God, and we are here 4072|To save our souls; that, having learnt to pray, 4072|We may speak grace to him; that love may be 4072|Not needful to give grace; for by his help 4072|We two may save him! Do not doubt that we 4072|Are greater than they are, who though we preach 4072|And though our body cease to move and speak 4072|In pleading ears, yet for the sake of gain, 4072|Though he be sick with body or with eyes, 4072|Whose life is but a counter to himself, 4072|He may not be persuaded to lie down 4072|Even when he suffers, and his soul at ease. 4072|Therefore from all your lives make one not speak. 4072|It is but said, that thou art not to die. 4072|When men have learned but to prepare themselves 4072|For death, they go to work; and so do thou 4072|Hear from me. I can tell thee not to-day 4072|If I shall be the coward in the world 4072|Who seek to keep my tongue inviolate, 4072|Though I be not the less a coward more. 4072|I know thou art as God that I am now-- 4072|Thou seest my death and not I wait for thee. 4072|Thou sayest that I love, and that I hate 4072|To face thee in the hour of thy defeat. 4072|Nay, I hate thee and thou art as God that ======================================== SAMPLE 177 ======================================== on the right side. You, of course, 15553|Know well the truth. You're over-go-'n yet-- 15553|I don't know what they say to you. It's true 15553|That I have found it true. I met the tribe 15553|Not far from here, to see it--God knows where-- 15553|A man who left the church, and took the chance 15553|To make straight poles and spin them. 15553|When they asked me 15553|About the girl I left here, there she said, 15553|"You see, Sir. You've a habit I shall take 15553|Till I can put you out of. I don't care 15553|Too much to have to-day, or stay and knit." 15553|I had been glad at that. But now I think 15553|By means I could take courage to stand back 15553|Through that last meeting, and say, "She's as of old." 15553|But now my time is coming. I'll give the girl 15553|The old office. She wants to see the work, 15553|And while these things are thrilling her I'm bound 15553|To work with. If she finds no rest, she'll go 15553|To see the farm, and be alive in towns. 15553|It's time to take the trouble. 15553|So I'm off to France. 15553|I am at home 15553|To get my farm again, you know, and take 15553|The boys, who will be here to take the boat 15553|And take the pammel, and put it in of gold. 15553|I'll take the old girl's way. But as for me, 15553|Not quite as much as you are told about 15553|As she would have me think of--so we'll go 15553|Together down to that old churchyard. 15553|God bless your soul! I'm glad there are some boys 15553|Who will not care to go to heaven next day 15553|Unless they have a place that's free from hell 15553|And have no call to heaven before they get out, 15553|If they can keep the upper handroom, if 15553|They will. The old girl's way is left, no doubt, 15553|But I shall have her, at the last, and have 15553|That little girl to please me, after all. 15553|Yes, I would like to be that happy girl 15553|That you have given her for your little girl, 15553|Then you may think that she is happy now. 15553|The old girl says: "I wonder what the world 15553|Will find to suit with us, and what heaven's 15553|Will hold the child unto the last, and this 15553|Will turn to something else--except that she 15553|Is happy, for she cannot make a place 15553|Where some sweet joy will never come to her." 15553|And then she smiles and beckons, and begins 15553|To study once again the story of 15553|Her little boy who was a sweet young man. 15553|The old girl tries to hide the thing, but tries 15553|To hide it in her face until she cries 15553|That it is all a story. So she turns 15553|To learn the story from the other man 15553|And kisses him. 15553|I wonder if she thinks the picture well 15553|Of her dear children now, or not?--for me, 15553|Because I have no children, and no friends, 15553|Yet such a one, so good and glad she is 15553|That I have nothing of it all to do 15553|But act the child's part. 15553|So she goes on, 15553|Sitting so near the window, looking at 15553|His long, black hair, and how he used to look 15553|So winsome and content. Only the moon 15553|And stars smiled on that child. 15553|The old man laughed 15553|Over his mirror, and the child looked at 15553|The long-legged, crooked fingers on his coat 15553|He had long lived upon. Then, when he found 15553|That he had gone, and asked him if he liked 15553|To have a child like him. 15553|I say, 15553|That's pretty, true ======================================== SAMPLE 178 ======================================== . 6686|Sister, in the night of spring, 6686|When the light is low and the songs are loud, 6686|And the birds make music and sing; 6686|When the night is cold and the songs are loud, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Sister, in the midnight hours, 6686|Swoon, beside me and me, love, 6686|Till the ghost of a silence above 6686|And the silence of night above 6686|And the shadow of death above 6686|And the midnight of death above 6686|And the silence of death below, 6686|Till the ghost of a silence below 6686|And the shadow of death below, 6686|And the silence of death below. 6686|Come back, come back, O our Captain! 6686|O our Captain! 6686|For the pride of our hearts has made him, 6686 ======================================== SAMPLE 179 ======================================== ; the sun is high, and still goes out 785|Behind the hills, the sun behind the hills, 785|The sun behind, and ever going down 785|Behind the hills. And thus, indeed, must be 785|Some soul, whose very nature is of clay, 785|And can't be yet resolved to be of wind, 785|And very soon, when he is out of sight, 785|To suffer the cold winds and the sun to set. 785|When he is dying, being sick at heart, 785|And, finding something to his strength succumb, 785|He thinks, of everything that he has done, 785|Of all things he has done, and all he sees 785|To lie all day in darkness until night-- 785|For, dying, is our immortality. 785|And finally, when some days he gets up through 785|The gates of light, and passes through the gates, 785|He says, "Poor fool of wonder! We will die, 785|Or, dying, shall be soon forgotten, too, 785|For, dying, is our life indeed, forsooth? 785|But time will be so fleeting, it will soon 785|Be henceforth, and the hand of heaven will blow 785|With all the winds that breathe and blow me down-- 785|And, dying, there will be no more to hear 785|Or see me, where I sleep and I have died, 785|But evermore will in the dark be known 785|And men will question what I have myself 785|If they would hear. For then, if, then, good friends-- 785|You who see all things with the first eye now 785|As you see all, (for they would not see me then!)-- 785|You are a man, what else have you to do 785|With you to do? Is not the wisdom now 785|Long for itself? 785|And therefore, if for aught that's good you say, 785|You are a man, then, if I have said this thing 785|And told it you, say more, what else, than this? 785|If you have spoken it, why not have you? 785|But you are what you seem, if I have said 785|You are no woman to be just and sweet. 785|But, if you love me more as you live now, 785|Or ever you love me, as you live, 785|I, still the same, as you were once, shall love 785|You, while you live. 785|Who, when that night was through, shall find me kind 785|And true with you, and say with me no word, 785|But say--"You had loved me, though you love me, too"-- 785|And laugh at me, now that I love you, dear? 785|Nay, do not doubt me--I shall never forget. 785|I love you--well, I love you, how shall I 785|Think of that night and you? I love you so. 785|You, that are mine, are mine--there is a night 785|I have watched you, dear, for fear of me, and yet 785|When midnight comes, you shall not know me any more. 785|Your life has a first place, a new one, maybe, 785|A place for your betrothal--a new one, maybe; 785|A night that is the first. And there shall end. 785|You shall not see: how well you know. 785|And I--well, what's the use of lying back 785|And kissing me and kissing me--no blame 785|To me, who am a woman so to love you. 785|And yet we will lie, a few years hence, 785|Far from your eyes--you never will know! 785|It's like your eyes I used to love--well, dear; 785|They look like you. But I have seen you more-- 785|There, hold me, hold me, now your hands are mine; 785|Your hands lie with your lips like flowers--and so 785|There, hold me, now your hand is mine! 785|What if this day I dream, O love, 785|What if this vision go from me--why 785|I cannot come yourself to you? 785|You, with your hands so still, so still, 785|You, all your dream of me to me; 785|For I have dreamed of you, and sweet! 785|All my love's friends and the like ======================================== SAMPLE 180 ======================================== . 27129|O sweet sleep, O dear sleep, 27129|Like an echo that's murmured, 27129|I am fain to hear 27129|Your sweet music made. 27129|O sweet sleep, O sweet sleep. 27129|Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flowre, 27129|Thou's met me in an evil hour, 27129|And I am hard of heart's desire, 27129|As though my spring-time were o'er. 27129|O modest, flow'ry-gilded flow'r, 27129|You sweeter seem to be 27129|Than my full heart to my eyes, 27129|Or my triumphant beauty to see; 27129|For all my words are sweeter than air, 27129|And all my love more precious than love. 27129|O modest, flow'ry-gilded flow'r, 27129|You're sweeter than the breeze at dawn, 27129|And like a rose in the morning's hour, 27129|You're dearer than love's gardens are. 27129|O rare, happy, lovely things, 27129|Each shining like a dew, 27129|To fold you in their stainless wings 27129|With gems and dew: 27129|Like dews of morning, pearled 27129|With dew drops, and each flower sweet 27129|To fold you in Elysian bowers, 27129|And while you're there 27129|To dream of what may yet be sweet, 27129|Give me but this, 27129|This only,--and a memory 27129|From the dark in his heart to the light in him, 27129|All that shines best in him. 27129|O modest flow'r, 27129|You're much too shy, 27129|For one who sees it, and thinks it not; 27129|If he would look at you, 27129|He'd sigh for more. 27129|O shyest flow'r! 27129|For my heart's sake 27129|I keep you close, 27129|Nestoriety 27129|Of loneliness 27129|That ever grows. 27129|'Tis like a friend who sees 27129|Dangers approach, and hears 27129|A voice, yet hush, a cry, 27129|With tears of joy, 27129|But when we part we gently take farewell. 27129|If I were you I would see him go 27129|And tell it to the little child, 27129|Who greets us with a welcome kind salute. 27129|O blest be whom it pleaseth to be good, 27129|No heart need be so sore, 27129|To have no tears; 27129|To see bright joy is always to be sad; 27129|Yet when it comes, where clouds are fleeting fast, 27129|I know well that there is not worth seeing; 27129|'Tis like a home of friends 27129|Who finds their kind are not as here at last. 27129|'Tis like a day of May 27129|That takes some time and hours; 27129|Though I have lost my way, 27129|I am not glad the while I may smile. 27129|O blest be whom it pleaseth to be good, 27129|No heart need be so sad, 27129|To have no joy that none may have; 27129|I want no peace but that of dying, 27129|Then let me be content, 27129|If she I meet no more 27129|Shall smile on me another day; 27129|No heart in this world's grief can be as kind, 27129|As full of love and peace as she is now. 27129|O blest that is, from sea to sea 27129|My little ship goes sailing, 27129|And I have lost her memory 27129|And I have never heard of a cheerful word, 27129|But now my heart is breaking. 27129|So let me be where I would be 27129|If she I meet no more knoweth, 27129|Beneath the white cloud of her sky 27129|My ship must sail forever. 27129|There was a youth went forth to win 27129| prizes in fair Italy; 27129|His brow was white and maiden-hair, 27129|But he went slowly ======================================== SAMPLE 181 ======================================== by that gracious God, 24815|Whose name from out creation springs, 24815|In whom exalted spirits sings, 24815|Whose memory from time to time 24815|Is formed by Him, the gracious mime! 24815|Hath dawned on other lands the same, 24815|The fairest of her offspring's name. 24815|The same fair forms in earth she wears, 24815|As the bright stars of heaven she wears. 24815|But she, who weeps, though not as yet, 24815|The name of her, her child is met. 24815|She looks on Heaven, and looks on earth, 24815|And meets the gaze of wondering mirth. 24815|She welcomes all to gaze at morn, 24815|From her bright face a mist of scorn; 24815|And on her hand, a fair-haired child 24815|With ready wit and generous mind 24815|And right-born confidence and truth 24815|Impelled her to the trysting-place 24815|Where she believed the world was young. 24815|She kissed the child, and she was still, 24815|As to the air the easy breeze 24815|Clung with a thousand memories; 24815|The same calm mind and temperate mind 24815|The child had ever used to be; 24815|She, with her mother's mystic art, 24815|Of all his youthful feelings f refined. 24815|She looks upon the world with tears, 24815|As from a mother's eyes it peers, 24815|And her heart aches with fast-drawn breath, 24815|As some great mother to her child 24815|Still bears the child's and him she hears: 24815|But chiefly on her child it grieves, 24815|That he, her child, is still deceived. 24815|She marks him as he looks on her, 24815|And, her heart breaking with dismay, 24815|She turns away, and, turning, leaves him, 24815|As soon as he can speak, to stay. 24815|And while the child is struggling so, 24815|And still the want of strength is quelled, 24815|She hears a step upon the shore, 24815|A voice, that seems to come, not near, 24815|That seems to whisper, "Come, and hear." 24815|She has no thought of any near, 24815|As she would wish him, if he knows; 24815|And yet how many a child appears, 24815|A face of sorrow and of tears! 24815|'Twas of a child, in beauty born, 24815|That from the fair was born to me; 24815|And, though the child be changed and grown, 24815|I see what difference there can be. 24815|My child, I cannot choose but see 24815|The difference 'twixt thee and me. 24815|Thou comest alone to every land; 24815|I cannot choose but let thee go: 24815|For thou art all that must be done, 24815|Thou must not cast away to die. 24815|Thou wilt not, in thy noble heart, 24815|Forget what I have always done; 24815|Forget with thee my humble trade, 24815|And learn to do thy duty, too. 24815|And this is all that I shall ask, 24815|Though still the debt be exact, I know; 24815|For thou must not in anything, 24815|Thou needst not cast away to me. 24815|I have my duties, and they wait 24815|Until the day I die indeed, 24815|But thou must do thy part in right, 24815|Thou must work on as thou wilt. 24815|I have not any cares, sweet child, 24815|Or any eye or thought of mine, 24815|But my poor loving child to meet 24815|The glad ones in the golden light; 24815|And I shall say them often times, 24815|As gently as the falling rain, 24815|"He hides behind his golden locks, 24815|And he makes them light again." 24815|And if, in loneliness and fears, 24815|My child should chance to see thee smile, 24815|Remember, though these eyes of mine 24815|Should gather, in the darkest mines ======================================== SAMPLE 182 ======================================== ." My Thomas was a poet, in which I would have you know yourself. 17393|"You were born at Mrs. William Lilly's, in which I have long been 17393|so nearly unknown by myself, but have been known by my old mother-in-law; 17393|and being myself elected lady by the dozen of the lower classes of 17393|and which can truly be called a popular poet, I have made a great 17393|poet, but I am not a coinerant in this business;" for I was an 17393|inewiserable poet than any other wight that ever went in rhyme. 17393|"I am an author of a good opinion against the condition of 17393|books and drink, for they are called by persons of taste and 17393|modest, from whom emanated, by the aid of the Author of the 17393|"There is much truth in the say. 17393|There is some truth in the say; but in poetry there is an 17393|rabundance of imagination, that has been the subject of every 17393|work of this generation. While the literary world is in an 17393|impossible state of state, and in which that opinion could hardly 17393|be born of woman, the poet has at last become very poor in 17393|the literary world. What poet could be greater than in a 17393|friendship with a delicate and delicate excellence could 17393|ever intimate with anything more than a poem? 17393|"There is no doubt but in the words of his summary I am a 17393|necessarily and without prejudice." He is asked to consider the 17393|reflections. He is too fond of a tendency to suspect 17393|on the scheme of poetry as opposed to the scheme of poetry, and to 17393|take a hold on the immediate succeeding lines - 17393|"We are but the imitation daughters of an ideal woman, or the 17393|monument to Beauty. Loveliness, in which women and men have 17393|ease to live, has not been yet manifest. Moreover, there 17393|Is beauty, not the ideal woman of a poem: virtue and purity 17393|are the rewards of beauty and truth: the perfect joy of life 17393|and primeval innocence, and the hope of heaven. 17393|"There is the poem of the poet here mentioned," - 17393|"The poet in the last sentence mentioned is, 17393|If there was a good reason for making modern 17393|representations; but, being the first person in the whole 17393|race of poetry, we are not told to regard them as descendants 17393|of the children of extant poets, but rather of those who 17393|have been made the sons of the mother and wife of them, a 17393|strange family during the length of seventy-five centuries, 17393|but for our exstrue from the greatness of the mother, and the 17393|beauty of the wife of the poet." 17393|"But in recent times of poets there is a way of thinking 17393|of the origin and end of the poem; the moreimportant of these 17393|from the mannerisms of the world, and when the poet has 17393|written in what particular was his work, we are not only 17393|materials for all his compositions. But in his mind he is 17393|seem to have adopted the simplest, for our most intimate 17393|sensations are those which make us as authors, because 17393|they put them in the same style, like the first ones. 17393|"There is no doubt that in modern times there is a great 17393|propriety in the poet's dress of expression, and he affects his 17393|characters. He is, like his subject, an importunate harshness 17393|which brings into fashion the heart and the mind and colour 17393|which he conceives from his own poor work. He wraps himself 17393|in a conceit that is wholly unworthy and keeps his face in 17393|the mirror which reflects an idea. He may make it 17393|glad, but it will never persuade him to turn from it. He 17393|wears his own sweet smile when at any time he has any 17393|common or common genius, and always keeps his face looking 17393|so brilliant and high-built and extended and delicate and 17393|chested in conforming ======================================== SAMPLE 183 ======================================== it to the utmost verge of space and time, 35991|Or to a height that never shall return." 35991|"But," said the Major, as the spiritless Major 35991|Turned round and pointed as he saw the Major, 35991|"The Major's coming," as the spiritless Major 35991|Turned round and pointed as he saw the Major, 35991|"The Major's coming. 35991|You know how it is," she cried, 35991|"And so much muscle, mind, and muscle 35991|Is proved yourself before a man to show 35991|His muscle as to prove his muscle. 35991|Can you see why our chief men should not care 35991|For such a thing as _look_ at us poor Major 35991|When next the Major followed him. 35991|"But how about the Major?" said the Major, 35991|"When I remember that, I saw the Major, 35991|But what a strait it is, and in the passage 35991|The Major's coming." 35991|"I see by the light of the moon," said Major, 35991|"A passage made out of new tobacco 35991|That breathed the faintest fragrance. And in it 35991|There's powder enough of blood this evening 35991|But not enough, the Major's coming." 35991|"Yes, on your part, it is the harvest time," 35991|Said Major. "I have seen him every time, 35991|And many times since now the days of boyhood 35991|Have I looked up to the yellow roses in his face." 35991|"Yes, on your part," resumed the Major. 35991|"I see you, Major. I have seen the letters," 35991|Said Major, sharply. 35991|And the slow Major continued once again 35991|A hand laid on the Major's. "I suppose 35991|That it is something of his." 35991|"Is he asleep?" 35991|"He is only a simple soldier boy." 35991|"Then please take care of him." 35991|"He is only a simple soldier boy, 35991|Fighting with Captainstorms; in Major's eyes 35991|The love of comrades; soldierines, and all 35991|The precious things of comrades; soldierines, 35991|And soldiers, and the brave, and brave men, and 35991|Beauty of men he was." 35991|"Why not a soldier with the Major's shroud?" 35991|"And that were clear, Major. It should be said 35991|He would be tired." He gave the Major up. 35991|"I'll do as a soldier. I'll take my chance, 35991|The Major has already a grave, and his office 35991|Will be closed up to me; and I know something 35991|I thought once, Major." The Major looked, 35991|And sent you news of the Battle of Frogho; 35991|Of the great war-breaking of the Hun lines 35991|For fifty years. "And did they kill?" 35991|"They are packed somehow. Of course," he said, 35991|"It has been there since they started-- 35991|It is a proper thing. 35991|But it's a year since you've been there. 35991|I can't help thinking you are going to die, 35991|And that's all back." He caught a glance at the Major, 35991|"My dear boy, that's all!" and in the silence 35991|He muttered, "But it is only a poor thing." 35991|"You were up here before the War," said Major, 35991|"I know that you are going to die; 35991|But there's not many left of us left here, 35991|Who'll pay you back the debt?" 35991|"The price is too much," 35991|The Major answered, "I will take my chance-- 35991|I can do this alone." 35991|But the little boy stood there 35991|And with his fist he ======================================== SAMPLE 184 ======================================== 3255|To the hills, with the wild clouds and the wind, 3255|As we journeyed down dark pathways to death. 3255|And you, whom I sought, my own, when you went, 3255|I followed; I followed wherever you went. 3255|O, this is a world that I loved, I believed, 3255|And this is the joy that is keeping me here; 3255|And this is the world where the spirits of loved 3255|Can never be mingled with spirits, I fear. 3255|But I fear, you are here, and the heart of my heart, 3255|I fear, you are here, has turned the stone for a screen. 3255|I have lived, I have lived, I have lived, I have sung, 3255|And, Oh, when I heard you, I felt only for you. 3255|I have borne you, I know, and I know what you mean, 3255|And why should I fear, if I could only be loved? 3255|You should tell me, "I love, I love"--even I love; 3255|Aye, the world and its deeds were more precious to me 3255|Than a dew on the tears of a woman's bright eye, 3255|Or the heavens above that are sweet but to die. 3255|I have walked, I have talked, I have laughed all day, 3255|And when night grew dark, to be loved was to cease; 3255|I have found from the hearts of a woman to sway 3255|What I have not lost, what I lost with the sea. 3255|So, I go from earth, I to earth am alone. 3255|I will not forsake you, you shall not forsake, 3255|For I hold through me, all thro' our lives, the soft touch 3255|Of your hand--my heart--my lips--my arms--my hands--my hair, 3255|I am yours, the whole world and all after death; 3255|I have loved you, you shall not scorn. 3255|I am yours, I shall not scorn, I remain, 3255|I shall not scorn, for I shall not scorn. 3255|O, you may sit in the corner where I stand. 3255|I shall not see you nor judge you with me-- 3255|But, oh, to be loved, my heart to my heart, 3255|And I shall not scorn--shall I clasp you and part, 3255|And a heart in the rippling laugh of the sea? 3255|There are words that fall like the dew of a rose 3255|In the gloom, and melt like the song of an hour: 3255|But I have a thought that the words they disclose 3255|Are not of the wail of the wail of the sea, 3255|But a sound I know as a world-wrecking tune 3255|Wails and is broken down in a song of woe 3255|Where the sea-bird wails on the windless deeps 3255|A requiem that was only sung to sleep-- 3255|And I have a word that no man may keep 3255|That is lost in the deeps. 3255|The dark tide sweeps, the tide of life goes by: 3255|We are old, and who knows how long since those 3255|Whose eyes have been filled with the blood of the sea 3255|Wore the seals? 3255|All through the weary night 3255|Great tides of darkness roll, 3255|And white winds wake and whirl 3255|Through storms that make no sign, 3255|All through the weary night 3255|Great waves of darkness roar, 3255|And only the sea-bird's cry 3255|Breaks up from the ebbing sea, 3255|As the soul cries out to me 3255|Where the silent waters be: 3255|All through the weary night 3255|Great waves of darkness roll, 3255|And the soul cries out to me 3255|Where the void waters are, 3255|And only the sea-bird's cry 3255|Breaks up from the ebbing sea, 3255|Where the surges break and rise 3255|Through storms that make no sign, 3255|All through the weary night 3255|Great waves of darkness rattle, 3255|And the soul cries ======================================== SAMPLE 185 ======================================== |A strange and wondrous thing: 4556|With sword of brass, and helm of gold, 4556|And banners floating in the breeze. 4556|'Mid banners blue, on high, 4556|The stars stand looking out, 4556|And sword and helm the stars uphold; 4556|And spears, that clash, clash, clash, 4556|Are marshalled on the girdling throng, 4556|The host is riding strong, 4556|The trumpets rattle to the fray; 4556|For all the morning stars are bright 4556|Upon the azure height. 4556|The steeds are ready for the course 4556|And battle them to battle. 4556|The trumpets burst their trumpets round, 4556|The glittering lights for day 4556|Diverge and turn in fiery spray; 4556|And life and death rise up in song, 4556|Then, then a trumpet rings, 4556|And death and life, like waves in storm, 4556|Toss down in murmurs back the sound. 4556|So in the fields the sickle-horn 4556|Proclaims the festal time; 4556|And all the hills are full of shouts, 4556|And all the great winds chime. 4556|The trumpets of the world proclaim 4556|Through trumpets the King's praise, 4556|While in the heavens the stars appear 4556|Through trumpets of the days. 4556|And round the earth the winter stars 4556|Are frozen like dead leaves, 4556|The flowers are dead in frosty graves, 4556|The frost has made them shivered; 4556|The rivers are in silver coin, 4556|The fire is in the eaves, 4556|The leaves are in the snow-fall bleak, 4556|And the boughs are all alive with birds, 4556|And the silver skiffs and gliding cars 4556|Float like white clouds, and like strong moans 4556|Of black-eyed infants wrestle, 4556|And with their cry the air is filled. 4556|The clouds are like grey shrouds, the wind is keen, 4556|The wind and the snow are in the shrouds, 4556|The birds are in the nests, 4556|The beasts are in the stall, the roof is high, 4556|The screaming fowls are in the sky. 4556|The clouds are red as ruddy fire 4556|Against the window-pane; 4556|The trees are crisp and black above them 4556|With rain; 4556|The snow flakes gleam above them; 4556|They are red with weather, 4556|They are white, 4556|They are dry, 4556|They are cold; 4556|They are dry; 4556|See, they are covered swiftly 4556|With the mist 4556|That lies on their shrouds. 4556|They are red, 4556|They are red; 4556|They are dry; 4556|See, they are cover'd with clouds, 4556|They are hot, 4556|They are broken, 4556|A storm has burst out of their clouds, 4556|On this is the snow of death. 4556|They are cover'd thick with cloud; 4556|They are blown across the plain; 4556|And far ahead, 4556|And far and deep 4556|The clouds are broken; 4556|They are blown across the plain. 4556|Yet who and whence are you? 4556|You will not ask them; 4556|They are melting away in air. 4556|You will be blinded by the clouds. 4556|You will not see them, 4556|Will not be guided by the clouds. 4556|You will not be taught by the clouds. 4556|I can believe in God, 4556|And yet be very ignorant. 4556|If God is nothing, can it be only His image? 4556|If there are no such things in my mind; 4556|Where is there any real God 4556|That is not real, cannot be divested 4556|With the reality of God? 4556|What real God or God am I? 4556|Of that which I dare not tell, 4556|Of that which I dare not tell ======================================== SAMPLE 186 ======================================== |When he came to us with his bright array 37804|Of feathery listeners--and we said, 37804|"I am the pilot of that wandering bark, 37804|"That in the distance sees his star-eyed guide, 37804|"And he is mine." "Well may they safely speed," 37804|I said; and some died, and some stood ready: 37804|Then the Great Captain turned his face aside, 37804|And held his book and gazed upon the boat. 37804|O'er that dread head he lean'd as o'er a casket; 37804|Then softly said, "I tell you--'tis too much-- 37804|"This time it rains, for it is safe for Alfred, 37804|"That with the rest he sits on Camelot." 37804|So we all saw the figure of its shadow; 37804|So we all cried aloud through walls of iron, 37804|"Lord! what a sound! What shavel! what a sound!" 37804|And as through streets a voice of utter pity 37804|Still bleared the wailing echo of my song? 37804|And when I ceased, a sound of pity pealed 37804|Along the sombre walls, that one might hear 37804|Above the booming of the passing keel, 37804|The water, and the winds along the shore. 37804|My boat went down: the morning sun went down. 37804|And the great ocean rose, the great seas crossed, 37804|And lifted up its lamentable cry: 37804|"Creature of the world, they were alone! 37804|"Man hath not any confidence with God." 37804|Then from the shore, I saw the warriors stand 37804|And drag the chain about the hawking-tree: 37804|Their boat was bound upon the yellow sand, 37804|And they were all brought up, and dragg'd and dragg'd, 37804|Until it came into the bower of sand. 37804|The light bark of the sun fell on the sand, 37804|The mighty sea brought up the weary crew; 37804|And there was sorrow in the sea-worn land, 37804|And trouble in the land of the two continents. 37804|I saw the moon in the water shine-- 37804|A strange and fearful shadow! 37804|I saw the ship come back from the sea: 37804|The ship had just come back from the dead. 37804|The moon was not false, the ship was not free, 37804|And the wind was not cruel, and the sea 37804|Was not over sharp; 37804|The great sea rose in the rock with all its hues: 37804|The deep was not sable, but it was human, 37804|And the sea was not darkened, nor the moon 37804|Was shining, nor the sky, 37804|But the deep, deep sea; 37804|And the great sea, 37804|A hundred miles away, 37804|Rigid outlined ships, 37804|Cargo and penniless white, 37804|And rowlocks, and all strange things 37804|Seem'd hush'd up in the deep: 37804|Two great black ships, 37804|And a ship with a single top 37804|And sails at the right-- 37804|And she was a woman of the crew, 37804|The mutinous surge of her keel, 37804|And her crew came in at the other side. 37804|The moon was not beautiful: 37804|The vessel, that had no shadow, 37804|Had gone down; 37804|But she was some woman of the crew, 37804|The daughter of a people of men, 37804|The daughter of a certain king, 37804|The daughter of a king. 37804|The wind was not fair: 37804|It was not a lily-bud: 37804|It was a rose. 37804|They came in one, 37804|The other, to the left, 37804|That it might be a woman all; 37804|The man stood tall. 37804|The wind was not fair: 37804|It was not a lily-bud: 37804|It was a rose. 37804|The man grew thick and pale, 37804|And his body began to fail: 37804 ======================================== SAMPLE 187 ======================================== |There, when the wind, by sudden fury driven, 27739|Blows up a stream of flame, and sets afield, 27739|And, through a spacious gap in the Levant, 27739|Pours black smoke, lo! my black cataracts roll! 27739|O, what dire shafts, in fiercer climates, 27739|Shoot to the soul beneath this northern sky! 27739|With how fierce blows this black cataract runs, 27739|And rends a thousand hues with fury wild! 27739|A thousand gashes, streaming from its caves, 27739|Flashing in torrents, where the sea 27739|Bears black smoke, to the wind a mighty crush! 27739|And suddenly upon the world are hurled 27739|Black fragments, black as those of Lucifer, 27739|Scattering huge fragments out of human ken. 27739|O, what a night of stormy misery 27739|Our living flesh receives from these mad marts, 27739|To crush the monsters who uphold the sky! 27739|The stars, like meteors on a burning sky, 27739|With a red mist o'ercast our eyes, and all 27739|The dusky coasts below are dim and bare. 27739|Oh, who shall read this tale, and then turn round 27739|To watch that mighty wilderness, that rolls 27739|Its torrent with its mighty waves, and towers, 27739|Whelmed in by giant mountains, dark as death, 27739|High over Babel, to the wilderness. 27739|A wilderness stands solitary, bleak 27739|With stifling pines, surrounded by rude hills. 27739|Its solitude is desolate, like home; 27739|No trace remains of human steps below. 27739|The wilderness around contains but tombs 27739|Of human bodies resting in the dark,-- 27739|Of dead companions in the silent tomb. 27739|The leaves that cling around the blighted sprays, 27739|Strewing the ground with sepulchres and tombs, 27739|Each in its grave with scattered leaflets laid. 27739|No sepulchre remains for wretched man, 27739|No pyramid shines o'er Nature's pyre, 27739|To mock with smiles the features of despair. 27739|I mourn my sister in this lonely isle, 27739|And weep the friends I loved so dearly dear, 27739|Who for a moment left me desolate. 27739|How like a sudden thought in brooding thought! 27739|The thought of them, the home, the flowers, my love! 27739|O! how I longed to tread that lonely shore,-- 27739|To breathe out, in the sunlight, the love-light, the rain; 27739|To gaze once more on morning long, and feel 27739|The dawn and sunset glimmer in my heart,-- 27739|To think again upon that distant home. 27739|O! how I longed to tread that lonely isle. 27739|I longed to be no more. On Calvary 27739|I longed to join that holy faith in prayer, 27739|And pray that he, who knew me as a man, 27739|May see my lover home, and hear the vow,-- 27739|And, when I passed in safety to the tomb,-- 27739|Then could not pray, for my beloved wife 27739|In the same o'erflowing flood of tears, could not 27739|That sacred faith renew the sacred strain. 27739|How blest was she!--her mother's heart had felt 27739|A long-continued rapture in her grief. 27739|One night, 'mid the sad wrecks, in her own bower, 27739|She heard, within a dark and chilly grave, 27739|A father, whom she loved, nor could be more 27739|Than in her husband's grave, and at her side, 27739|Who in those tears his only comfort placed. 27739|As near she drew, the tear forgot its source, 27739|And thus a silent tear stole o'er her eyes. 27739|Oh! was there ever a thought of grief so deep, 27739|Or a warm tear stole o'er her eyelids, shed? 27739|'Twas the sweet mother's, mother's early smile, 27739|The blush that still o' ======================================== SAMPLE 188 ======================================== |And I'm going to work a fence around me 1280|A second time, 1280|Yes, a dozen people are in America, 1280|We're just to look at some everybody's work 1280|We've all got to do 1280|When they can afford to pay for it. 1280|You know they call it a place of work 1280|And there isn't any work about the work 1280|In this land of Western Glory. 1280|And if you can do it, then it's nothing more 1280|Than just to give your work a good deal more 1280|For what is yours. 1280|Give me the path of the sun, 1280|The bramble-path, 1280|The boughs that are over the bay, 1280|The splash of spray. 1280|The long stretch of the trees, 1280|The black line of the sea, 1280|The boughs that are up above us, 1280|Are not for me. 1280|Oh, the little path I've taken, 1280|I've had enough to do, 1280|For the year's at the end of the world 1280|And the work is over, too. 1280|The old line of the cornfields, 1280|The plough-land that's white at the end of the farm, 1280|The plough that's my olives, 1280|Come back with me to-night, 1280|Here's the spot to which I like to go, 1280|Here's the one I like the best, 1280|And here's the spot to which I like to go. 1280|The little path I've taken, 1280|It's long, 'spite the way I've taken, 1280|For the summer first came to the land I liked, 1280|And the road that's missed. 1280|The little path I've taken, 1280|It's long, 'spite the way I've taken, 1280|For the wind it is out in the east and outside, 1280|And I'm not in there. 1280|The little path I've taken, 1280|It's long, 'spite the way I've taken, 1280|For the summer first came to the land I liked, 1280|And I don't understand. 1280|The little path I've taken, 1280|It's long, 'spite the way I've taken, 1280|For the summer's over and winter comes to mend 1280|The thoughts we have had. 1280|The little path I've taken, 1280|It's long, 'spite the way I've taken, 1280|Of all the hurts we've done, and only part 1280|To show us they are winning. 1280|The fluty and fotion 1280|That work the world to fashion, 1280|That, taught by man, is only human, human, 1280|Which work the world to man and woman, 1280|Which work the world to make a woman, 1280|Is but a human thing and human. 1280|The year's at the spring, 1280|The grass waves in the sun, 1280|And the bird sings in the tree; 1280|The garden paths go by 1280|All bloom and make a cry. 1280|The apple trees stand up 1280|Behind the twilight brown. 1280|The sweet-low, sweet, sweetheart sighs, 1280|And dreamily o'erhead 1280|The yellowed leaves creep out 1280|And bear the May rain down. 1280|The day's at the spring, 1280|The wet waits at the morn-- 1280|But not the May, the new, 1280|That always makes the new, 1280|And everywhere she's seen 1280|The spring that never dies. 1280|A red rose sunset lit the garden, 1280|A red rose lit the wood and hill. 1280|Beyond the dark green forest stood, 1280|The low green walls, the white, dark wall, 1280|The white road, and the red road, 1280|The dark road, and the dark road-- 1280|With never a rose to wither on, 1280|Nor a rose to wither on. 1280|And all the sweet ======================================== SAMPLE 189 ======================================== ," said, "and I'm glad of it, but what a great marvel it 692|appears to me that the Lord ever willed that we all meet 692|with the loving ones who have been many and good 692|jaws." 692|The Lord was angry, and laughed out of his head; 692|"Now I have broken your heart up." "Nay now, it is I who 692|shall be glad to have you free to enter the fair 692|fair-built home where you can always be, but I shall stay 692|with the blessed angels, and will not heed them; but I 692|shall know all you know of the ways of the Lord." 692|His eyes, the eyes of an someone, were sad and weary; 692|the Lord was glad that he had not looked on them; and I, 692|my friend, shall never have spoken for ever." 692|He turned in a stern voice to the Lord, and said, "Be still. 692|The sky grew dark. The sun hung over the valley of 692|Odyssey; the ship put off from the harbor, and I sat me down 692|on the sand with my eyes closed and strained with tears. 692|I was sitting on the sand and my heart was breaking. I 692|looked at the ship with the loss of my dear and fancied I 692|remembered every time. It was at least as I thought of the 692|voyage that is not to be avoided. But once I saw a ship 692|that carried her over the dark water and carried her to the 692| harbor of Sparta; and her sails were scattered in the mist, 692|when over the broad lands she was going. A letter came to the 692|old man, and he was going to send for my ship to bring his 692|treacherous children. 692|"Now, sir, go to the High Court and ask him what he would 692|have said to me. I will tell his mother," said he, "what a 692|greater wonder than this! There is no one else who will pay 692|it with gold or war, for all that is left to me. In the 692|day of my disaster, I shall come back safe and warm in 692|the wilderness, and I will send home my children with my own 692|treasure in the eighth year." 692|The high priest sat at the altar of the Thracian king, with 692|the old man, looking at the altar, and the altar flame, 692|and the sacred flame in the holy image. 692|The warder hid his head under the cover of his robe; the 692|soldier bowed his head, and went away. 692|When the child of morning, rosy-fingered Dawn, appeared, 692|The dear Old Man, who had rosy cheeks and golden eyes, bent 692|to me with his look of wonder. I was glad at having that 692|in his hands. "I hope your Grace will come with her," he 692|uttered, "or return to me with it; and I am glad that you 692|are here." 692|The warder set his face before him, the pulpit-stead began 692|to speak, and I heard the sound of the tumults and the jar 692|of the drums. 692|The gate blew on before the thunder, and on behind the 692|gates the storm came rolling down, and all the while they 692|beside me were the eyes of my children. 692|At last they came to the Thracian shore, and the ship that had 692|been voyaging amid the mist as well as the ships of 692|Athena showed her first to the seamen, and they then spoke 692|after their fellows. 692|As I stared, I saw many little ships sailing out into the 692|same country as I had seen them from before, and I thought 692|that I should come to them at the point where they are, for 692|the ship was almost gone before, and there was no one to 692|conduct them, nor even one of the sailors would have thought 692|that he would stay there when I had come down from my ship 692|with my children. 692|Heaven robbed me of mercy if I turned back home in the 692|shadow of a doubt that made me look angry when he said I 692|should go away from my native country, and should visit 692|Circe again. And you have always had my ======================================== SAMPLE 190 ======================================== of her eyes; 38468|And she thought to mind his face, and he to her heart's disgrace 38468|With mind that saw not through the maiden's eye, and her face, 38468|When from the hall together went the knight. 38468|He saw, as he passed from hall, a matron fair and bright, 38468|A light from the massy mantle streaming, the golden chain 38468|That bound her knighthood, and bright and fair 38468|And many a knight, with many a noble lady of high degree, 38468|Grew merry meanwhile, and full of mirth, 38468|In such good order could no longer be mine, 38468|But kissed the maiden as she stood 38468|And looked upon her where the gorgeous rings were cast, 38468|Then bade her handmaids call in haste, 38468|And forth from the chamber rode with haste 38468|As a warrior rode, the lady fair 38468|She waited on, and bade them there 38468|Before Dame Brunhild mark the dame, 38468|And straight the lovely Kriemhild say, 38468|"The lovely ladies ride for ever on your way." 38468|When she had heard from Kriemhild's rede 38468|That love is a strong knight and worthy, so to her he said, 38468|"Fair maid, and if your choice you give, 38468|Why should none other for your giving stand, 38468|When I am come, whom yet I see 38468|Forth riding from this castle free? 38468|Why should my wife my lady see, 38468|When I am come, these women riding in my train?" 38468|To her was known Sir Siegfried than ever befell. 38468|"Now do not, lady, your first warning say." 38468|Siegfried was there, the fairest of the fair. 38468|She bade him by his side stand forth, 38468|And by his side she spake, "Since he is come, 38468|My kinsmen's eyes, I'll make them ready, 38468|Myself, my lofty vassals, straight a ladder let him set. 38468|The leap shall be made ready for the race." 38468|"Now well for us," young Giselher replied. 38468|"Let them keep watch to guard my own, 38468|Whether they seek to keep their feet 38468|Or to the city of their hate; 38468|For we must ride them now no more, 38468|To guard the castles of their land. 38468|He shall keep watch to guard them now, 38468|As he stands ready by my side." 38468|Then spake Sir Siegfried to the queen, 38468|"You must bring watch and ward to me, 38468|If needs must yet be told or seen," 38468|Siegfried straight went from court. 38468|The king himself the ward had seen, 38468|And with him his vassals so fair. 38468|They held great watch for all the night, 38468|Their lady's lofty vassals' care. 38468|Their leave to both was precious, and they rode side by side. 38468|"Now God in heaven, grant me your grace!" 38468|Said he, "Dear sir, to you 'twould be 38468|Much better with you in sooth 38468|As by your side I thus have done; 38468|But leave me here alone with none." 38468|Their shields they laid on many a bone 38468|Beneath their feet, and many a knight 38468|Of chivalry the whole command 38468|Did make for ladies beautiful; 38468|And for King Siegmund ready too 38468|Was there and eke his lady too. 38468|Then did the noble king sit there 38468|Where he that night had won his bride. 38468|Upon his head he wore so fair, 38468|And in his hand a broad coronet. 38468|Thus to the queen his promise gave 38468|That she would see for it. 38468|A hundred men be shent, 38468|To whom the king would be unkind; 38468|She prayed for this and that fair queen, 38468|And for his honor would her mind 38468|Receive with willing mind. 38468|Then came the noble ======================================== SAMPLE 191 ======================================== |For all the earth--the sky, the air-- 2620|The sea of life with storms of care. 2620|My little sister, my little gold-mine! 2620|And when I tell you that my little brother 2620|Is dead, or gone, or lodged in a party, 2620|He'd say: "Good-night, my precious golden brother." 2620|I never miss you, baby dear, 2620|For I must go to stay 2620|When I shall come this very year 2620|To see your dear home come away. 2620|And when the dark time is at end, 2620|The sun will shine your cradle- Friend. 2620|My little darling, my little gold-mine! 2620|And when the bright world goes away, 2620|When other children are covered up 2620|In stuff so very queer and tight, 2620|And you can stay at home all night. 2620|O, come and be my little gold-mine! 2620|Come, little gold-mine! 2620|For little Alfred's eyes ache 2620|When he comes home again to you. 2620|Your home is in the golden gloom 2620|Where gold and purple are, 2620|And you see the silver light 2620|Twinkling its little fingers through. 2620|Our little cousin is abroad, 2620|And moves to meet the wind, 2620|And hides and sunders me from you 2620|And little Eloise's pate. 2620|When all the bells are soft and loud 2620|And all the flowers red, 2620|And all the little childer gay 2620|Is standing on the ground 2620|And shouts for breakfast in your house, 2620|_A little child will call_. 2620|_A little child will call_. 2620|_And when at morning it is sun 2620|And the light shines on flowers, 2620|And when at night it is no longer 2620|You then come home at noon. 2620|To-night my love can come sometimes 2620|And lay aside your doll, 2620|And sometimes, in the evenings, 2620|I think, and wish, and call, 2620|Though you should never call me darling, 2620|I never hear you say, 2620|"Dear hearts, there's many a little home, 2620|For God's love send you stay." 2620|As golden as the buttercup, 2620|And just as yellow as milk, 2620|As fair as any fairy woman 2620|That ever was happy. 2620|And just as golden any day, 2620|_The little children go by_ 2620|_And all the little children cry_. 2620|_But when, dear, we have _got_ to be 2620|The little children here, 2620|Ah, now you never have, you know, 2620|Just kissed me on the ear, 2620|And left me sleeping on the ground. 2620|_A little child can call_. 2620|_And when that happy dream is o'er, 2620|Ah, then you never know 2620|That I've forgotten you once more, 2620|And I will have a call._ 2620|In winter I get up at night 2620|And dress by yellow candle-light. 2620|In summer, quite the other way, 2620|I have to go to bed by day. 2620|I have to go to bed and see 2620|The birds still hopping on the tree, 2620|Or hear the grown-up people's feet 2620|Still going past me in the street. 2620|And does it not seem hard to you 2620|If all the sky is clear and blue, 2620|And I can feel a little queer 2620|Press on my cheek and so put on 2620|A bright white arm and silver ear? 2620|And does that dream, all day, be true, 2620|Keep very still without a fear? 2620|This is the sleepy sweetheart, El, 2620|The fairy is the little boy, 2620|They told me once when I was a boy, 2620|These were days in which I have to go, 2620|These were days that never were the best, 2620|When I was ======================================== SAMPLE 192 ======================================== , 37804|And when my life has been a weary waste, 37804|And all my thoughts had all their random cost, 37804|And all my heart aspired, I may avenge 37804|My brother slain by my unhonoured hands. 37804|In the bright splendor of her heavenly eyes 37804|Gilds the soft radiance of her speaking eyes. 37804|She, though my life has been a weary waste, 37804|Still will I hail love's excellence and boast 37804|Of its high worth, and her dear power befriend. 37804|How shall I make it bright? Love sent to ease, 37804|And will ennoble, with its wealth, my life 37804|To ease its sorrow. I shall go on earth, 37804|And, without her, desert and sink in death. 37804|And I shall bear her, with unfettered feet 37804|Shall walk the distant places, till she pass, 37804|Like the tired hind upon a wintry tide, 37804|Between the mountains, that she will not grieve, 37804|But will not, will not, draw aside her fear-- 37804|A witness that I feel I fear the world 37804|To know her so, and that I fear to die. 37804|For her I tremble, for my strength is gone, 37804|All for a little while; no more I seem 37804|To be so weary, and the heavy weight 37804|Of life's affliction is too great to bear. 37804|Let us go hence, thou dear and radiant light, 37804|Into thy bosom! Dear and life-inspiring beam 37804|Of fatherland! it is not day or night, 37804|But 'tis no little morning; let us go. 37804|The air that breathes is of a fragrant essence, 37804|The woods are of her voice, the stars o'erhead 37804|Are of her aspect, and they seem to say, 37804|"Fare thee well! Farewell!" and then we pass away. 37804|There is no other dwelling but the wind, 37804|Which, with a soundless footstep and a motion, 37804|Pants, as the young bough trembles on the cliff, 37804|And the bough breaks beneath the burthen of the storm. 37804|Let us go hence, it is not day or night-- 37804|It is the air which hastens to our dwelling-- 37804|It is the mountain which aloft we lift 37804|Over its summit, and its summit meets 37804|The sky's white summits and the lake beneath. 37804|It has the boughs of many trees, the leaves 37804|Which drop their burden from the climbing boughs. 37804|This is the hour when, with a smile of joy 37804|On its face dawned up a little while, 37804|And for the night-time in her arms she wraps 37804|The little flower-like feet of coming Spring, 37804|And all the earth about its head doth wear 37804|A flowery crown of flowers. Its robe of light 37804|Of blue and crimson, with the sun-bright tint 37804|Is tinged: and when the glistening sunbeam drops 37804|Forth from the hillside is a rosy light 37804|Of gold, and when the showery noon is past 37804|The mountain-tops of pearl are streaked with gold; 37804|And in its bosom golden buds are cast 37804|By all the tender blossoms of the ground, 37804|Warm from the freshness of the mountain, crowned 37804|With all the fragrance of the sunny hours. 37804|I look upon your face and feel your eyes 37804|And breathe your breath. I can no longer care 37804|Who thus hath spoken. Let us both go forth 37804|And tell the maids, and let us call the birds, 37804|And let the drowsy song of emerald bees 37804|Let us go gossiping. 'Tis long ere such 37804|Have I been among strangers, or have met 37804|Friends unfamiliar between me and you. 37804|But it is a hard thing to give thanks, 37804|For first I speak your name and thank you well. 37 ======================================== SAMPLE 193 ======================================== |Of the heart's dear pain, 10493|But I will take my Bible 10493|Of the heart's dear pain. 10493|Where the green cornfield grows, 10493|On the broad, rilled floor, 10493|I will build with my forepaws 10493|Of the sweet-briar's milk and sweet-tack, 10493|And a roof above my head, 10493|And a fire below my head, 10493|And roof o'er my house and my bed. 10493|But for all that makes it sweet 10493|'Tis only for a child; 10493|Only with a heart that's glad, 10493|Just like a little lad. 10493|Oh, to see the new year dressed in green, 10493|The young folk playing 'Bout the Castlereagh, 10493|With the yellow cock adorns the yellow wheat, 10493|While the purple cock above the hen's head cleaves, 10493|While the cock his black-winged sits and stalks away, 10493|And the chestnut rinsly girds and woos the day. 10493|Oh, to hear the people's voice that they raise, 10493|The sweet-breathed folk of chivalry, 10493|While the gorse about the hayfield drifts, 10493|With the red cock drowsing as they go by, 10493|While the black sparrow chirps on the plover high, 10493|'Tis the people they 've on every hand, 10493|For a Christmas-day's joy-days, take them all, 10493|To sing of the old folks' joy, 10493|With the never tired heart's content, 10493|And never dream them good-night. 10493|But if there 's a good Christmas to you, 10493|I shall be your lawful knight; 10493|For 'tis out in the country, in the town, 10493|Where there 's little I've left to the crown, 10493|And little I find to make it right. 10493|A merry time was a merry time 10493|When everything 's going on, 10493|And the sparrow jing stety we play, 10493|And the young folks' company; 10493|But I have a story to tell you this, 10493|I was bred on the farm, I was hived in the shed, 10493|Where we sat with old fellows, old fellows and youths, 10493|Working together, in lane and in shed. 10493|Old women and young men were stirring in short 10493|When I was but six years old; 10493|In the house they laughed and were grasping my hand, 10493|And I ploughed for my old age. 10493|Old men and young men were singing together 10493|When I was but eight years old; 10493|And the young folks' company--ah, me! it is fun 10493|To hear them of old times untold. 10493|My old man was six years old; 10493|And he drove me a million years older when 10493|He was six years old.-- 10493|It was all about in the country, on the broad, leafy isle, 10493|But in the home they could not be. 10493|Oh, to be the foremost of old men, 10493|And a man to stand by the side of the world, 10493|And the sturdy and bold race- runner I know, 10493|Who have gone beyond the stars' range. 10493|I have heard the strange story, I have come to the true tale, 10493|Wicked words they never were told; 10493|But no one is in the city but the young men and old, 10493|And the young men and old.-- 10493|I have heard them all talking I hear them laughing and talking 10493|Like the idle, listless flies on the wing; 10493|Or as they fly and are still they are laughing and saying: 10493|"Oh, why did I die here alone? 10493|For I loved the fire in the grate, 10493|And they laughed out loud for their peace; 10493|And I'll do what my father and mother meant, 10493|And I'll eat what my father meant!" 10493|Oh, there 's the story to tell, I have heard ======================================== SAMPLE 194 ======================================== when we seek our proper books. 1953|Our songs are of the birds and birds, 1953|Of trees and meadows and the shade; 1953|The little waves bewail the words 1953|"My little dears, I am afraid." 1953|"My little dears, I am afraid!" 1953|The wild-ducks call us from my retreat, 1953|Nor do we hear some sound at all; 1953|But, like to those who love to rove, 1953|We turn our ears, or come and go. 1953|"My little dears, I am afraid! 1953|The wild-duck, he is sitting there, 1953|Propping against my breast and neck; 1953|He is not well, I think, with less 1953|Than he is up and he is fair!" 1953|"My little dears, I am afraid! 1953|The wild-duck, he is sitting there, 1953|Propping against my breast and neck; 1953|I am not well, I think, with less 1953|Than he is up and he is fair!" 1953|"What is the name of country, Jenny? 1953|There are three named Lucy; 1953|And left behind a stony back; 1953|And right among the forest, 1953|Are two brown stumps of heather. 1953|"There's fox, and hound, and roebuck, 1953|There's honey-bee and ewe and clover; 1953|Why have they gone to wrack? 1953|I'm not the only guest I have, 1953|But the king of all the parish. 1953|"For there is an ill-natured frog, 1953|And a lute with wailing strings; 1953|And a poor man's voice is heard, 1953|And a poor man's sigh is heard: 1953|'O hush thee, my babes, 1953|O hush thee, my babes, 1953|O hush thee, my babes, 1953|And shut your eyes up!" 1953|"But hush thee, my babes, 1953|And shut your eyes up!" 1953|"Why has muddied your crying?" 1953|"Never was I so ready e'er, 1953|Never was I so ready e'er, 1953|As I must now, now: 1953|For I must now watch, now; 1953|And I must sit still, now, 1953|At the little rivulet's back, 1953|And look at the little rivulet's back." 1953|O, they are gone, the bright light gone! 1953|And the fire gone out of the hearth: 1953|And the little wife sits in the chimney smoking, 1953|She has come to the hearth to beg and pray. 1953|"O, leave me, leave me!" the witch cried; 1953|"I must away, for I know that I'm going to marry; 1953|But I can't turn my two white feet 1953|For the fire that burns me so many a time!" 1953|And the little wife laughed, and clapt her hands together, 1953|Clasping her darling little ones to his breast, 1953|And cried, "When the fire ebbs out, 1953|And the sparks fly up from the chimney, 1953|That fire will burn me so many a time!" 1953|And then, O, sadly, sadly, Siegfried kissed them, 1953|Sighed, and said, "They will see, too, Siegfried's fire!" 1953|Cold, then they started away from the household. 1953|"Have we been long together," he said, 1953|"And had not a sight of the fireside? 1953|I see, I see, what no man can see." 1953|"I hear," said Siegfried, "and no man can hear," 1953|Said he, "but what can I be to the matter? 1953|We are many, both old and young, 1953|Both young and old, both young and yesternight!" 1953|"Now don't go back," said his son, 1953|With a heavy laugh. "I can see what you are ======================================== SAMPLE 195 ======================================== . 4730|To-morrow the clouds shall fall and the rain 4730|All die away, and the good man died. 4730|The days are the days of which I sing, 4730|And the airs that blow, and the sights that move, 4730|And the winds that waft me bring delight, 4730|And the evenings, too, I sing to-night. 4730|But yesterday, I sang to-day, 4730|The days when I sang, 4730|And the roses' faces, blank and cold, 4730|Closed the eyes above me, and I sung 4730|To the old, old tunes of the old time, 4730|A song of thanks and of love sublime. 4730|For back and forth and back again 4730|Through the whirl the seasons come and go, 4730|And I think of the days gone by, 4730|And I think of some that we sing so true, 4730|And I think of all the old years, too, 4730|With the brown hair laughing through. 4730|And the roses, the roses too, 4730|Whose scent is all a-glow, 4730|Have gone as raiment for my head, 4730|All over my ears and my heart and head: 4730|I doubt if the great are dead, 4730|And there's no hope of after time, 4730|And now--like ghosts are I, 4730|Who walked to love as dust to dust, 4730|But talked to the wind with flowers, 4730|And smiled at the rain with ours. 4730|For I would say to you, 4730|The things that you feel like, and which you think,-- 4730|Why, even a wind would seem 4730|As heavy as they, 4730|As if they'd told you, "Wholly the days will come!" 4730|In the bright blue days when the shadows are deep 4730|And the skies are husht of their languorous sleep, 4730|A cricket, a cricket in the open street, 4730|And a few brown seeds come with the sun-worshippers fleet 4730|To dance in the breeze and the meadow, the wheat, 4730|And the sun, oh, the birds, that they sing as they pass, 4730|That light the world as they sport in the grass, 4730|And fill us with flowers in a rainbow row, 4730|With laughter and play and love, and the stars, the birds, the 4730|laughing 4730|That light the world as they go. 4730|And we, that have known life and its mirth, 4730|And have lived and loved it, and gone as the earth, 4730|What a day were we in the morning, the night that had been 4730|neighbored 4730|A starry life in a lilac bush, that had seemed so many 4730|Far away in the light of the sky, 4730|What weather, or clouds, or days, 4730|With a hint of summer skies; 4730|What a day were it if there came to me 4730|A breath of the wind, or birds, or trees, 4730|To sing of sun-filled plains and trees, 4730|Of streams that have run through mists of dew 4730|To the pulse-beat of living hearts, 4730|Of lovers without a change, 4730|Of loves that have sung, and sighed for air, 4730|Of lovers waiting, watching fair, 4730|Of lovers who shall not know. 4730|There is no speech the world may speak, 4730|In the years that cover us; 4730|There is no speech the world may dream, 4730|In the years that urge us on. 4730|I am all alone who list to hear 4730|Above the unearthly roar of wheels, 4730|Above the awful grating shows, 4730|The throbbing of the marriage bell; 4730|I am all alone who list to hear 4730|The music in the flowering grass, 4730|The rustling of the cypress trees, 4730|And the sound of the rain on grass. 4730|I am all alone who list to hear: 4730|I am all alone that list to hear, 4730|That is the hour when ======================================== SAMPLE 196 ======================================== and the reds, 2622|All the old chivalrous years, 2622|When the King and Queen high-born 2622|Made a long sally for kings; 2622|Where the long-prince and I 2622|Made a merry sally for the Queen and all her people, 2622|For the sake of the King and his people. 2622|But we were still peers 2622|At the great Gawès' greasy halls; 2622|So his Majesty leers 2622|At our poor pride and his state; 2622|Who to-day has seen his kingdom dreary and lonesome, 2622|And will now with the King's 2622|For his stately sake stand, 2622|With his right hand glove, 2622|Waiting at an island privily, patiently, patiently. 2622|And here is the footstool 2622|Where the king and queen met in debate, 2622|With his palace and council-hall 2622|And a regal banquet in it; 2622|While the empress and crown 2622|Beaming with a majesty supernal, very calm, as calm, 2622|And as loving as loving all lovers are, 2622|And as faithful, as loving all weathers, 2622|And as good unto any, 2622|Yet no personal worth 2622|Nor attached wealth I find in a higher degree than the King, 2622|And no higher ambition 2622|Nor a friend worth having; 2622|For his worth and for his height are no opposite, 2622|And he is the flower 2622|Of a higher kith than I know of a higher ken than mine. 2622|With his psalm all holy, 2622|And his prayer that is holy, 2622|All worthy and bright 2622|To adorn the dead soil of the world, 2622|Is what I have seen! 2622|With the breath of God in my nostrils, 2622|He offers the breath of his prayer! 2622|His breath makes the sound of a garment, 2622|His eye makes my heart tremble and swear, 2622|And he knows that the kingdom of heaven 2622|Is a hand that outruns my poor sight, 2622|And he knows that the heart of my mother 2622|Gains fast and the life of my wife, 2622|And he knows that the children of earth 2622|Are the same bright drops as you pour, 2622|And he knows he will never be poor 2622|As a brother below. 2622|He never was poor, 2622|And his mind ever roved about, 2622|As the world of life is. 2622|And he wanders a world out wide, 2622|As the world of life speeds on so fast, 2622|That never a minute covers 2622|His mind, or hides, or hides from sight 2622|The thought that the world goes right; 2622|And he dreams who can meet with him 2622|For a brother is lost to love, 2622|As they lie in the grave. 2622|I am not a young man, 2622|For I speak truth, having no heart, 2622|Nor is my love, or my love lost. 2622|I am not a young man, 2622|For I sing no love song, but I sing it, 2622|For the love lost, and not found, 2622|Is the curse of the song. 2622|I am not a young man, 2622|For I have no heart, having no love, 2622|As the world loves, and not found, 2622|As life loves, and not found, 2622|As the world loves, and not found, as I love it, 2622|Is the curse of the song. 2622|I am not a young man, 2622|For I sing no love song, having no love, 2622|As the world loves, and not found, 2622|As the world loves, and not found, as I love it, 2622|Is the curse of the song. 2622|As to-day, my love, 2622|As to-morrow, of noon, standing alone, 2622|I have brought you my word, greeting you 2622|Kisses and mouthways, and only the throne ======================================== SAMPLE 197 ======================================== the air, and far among the trees 27370|He heard the echo as the storm pursued, 27370|With wild, fantastic murmurs softly tamed; 27370|"_Oh, where, oh! where?"_ 27370|Above the storm he heard the voice of prayer, 27370|And from the churchway to the prison-cot, 27370|And, like an angel in the storm he led 27370|The pathless wanderer from a weary lot; 27370|_Oh, where, oh! where_! 27370|In all the land of peace the wandering feet 27370|Of him who seeks and finds his way to heaven, 27370|The same who feels that heavenly liberty 27370|That binds and binds forever and and to this. 27370|Oh, where, oh! where! 27370|In all the land of peace the wandering heart 27370|With all the past will find another home; 27370|_Oh, where, oh! where_! 27370|Beneath its roof, the last of human kind, 27370|In the dark shadow of the dripping screen, 27370|He lived in silence and alone, apart, 27370|And watched the lightning as it rolled and swung, 27370|Until at last it seemed as if the scene 27370|On his soul's ear was an enchanted song. 27370|Still, where he lived, he heard the silence break, 27370|As if the thunder on the forest floor 27370|Had some peculiar power, and the dark oak 27370|A sound of human woe and mortal fear. 27370|Yet he was happy; and he made his pile 27370|Of all the riches that the years had brought, 27370|Of lands and towers and castles, and, when he reached 27370|His last mysterious wanderings, a thought 27370|Seemed to flash up from what was on his lip, 27370|And fill his soul with wild and fairy joy. 27370|So little he lived and little he did, 27370|But, like a poet, wrote within the lines 27370|A speech which was not very wonderful, 27370|Yet was it in his way of being wan 27370|And broken; and the aged thought it wrong, 27370|Because he only wrote it in the words 27370|Which were most marvellous and most profound. 27370|There was an answer, and he said: "I did 27370|With that old man who stands before the gate 27370|Of the old convent of my youth,"-- 27370|Then died upon his lips. 27370|'Tis said the aged man 27370|Became a man, and every day there came 27370|A vision of his home; 27370|And he himself seemed 27370|To be the man of the world's great heart and brain, 27370|And in his lonely musing was there heard 27370|The whisper of his name. 27370|He found a young monk in a man-eating cedars; 27370|In the earth he found a young man with dry leaves 27370|Tossed in the sun and shadow of evening dew. 27370|He spoke to him of the Lord who hears, 27370|In the days ere sin was born, the word of the Lord. 27370|"I have seen a man." 27370|"He hath gone to the wars." 27370|"And shall I live to be with Jesus when I return to the war?" 27370|"I shall be with him." 27370|Mary, with a baby face against your breast. 27370|Mary, who was not of your soul and wholly healed, 27370|Did you believe in Mary, O my Virgin Mary? 27370|All as it was, she covered it 27370|With fragrant flowers, and all the while 27370|She whispered in your ear, 27370|"He will return." 27370|I trust him not," she sang. 27370|She saw him, bending over her, 27370|And in her quiet beauty bade 27370|Her darling Christ should be 27370|Unto the tender loving arms 27370|That never parted, and who said 27370|"He will return." 27370|I trust you not," the pretty phrase 27370|Murmured in Mary's happy eyes. 27370|Mary, who was a great, good wife; 27370|Pressing ======================================== SAMPLE 198 ======================================== ." 39028|The maid then asked the maid, 39028|"What was the stranger wooing?" 39028|"He sought the halls and bowers, 39028|And sought a mighty wooing; 39028|Then asked her all about it, 39028|Saying 'tis true, my lover 39028|Is ready now to wed me, 39028|My vows are all fulfilled." 39028|The maid then ask'd the maid, 39028|"What was the stranger wooing? 39028|He told of a merry maid, 39028|A marvellous wedding story, 39028|That never yet was seen. 39028|And why wert thou so wondrous wise, 39028|So wondrous wise and noble? 39028|A maiden can be right well 39028|If she be not wellIE." 39028|The maid then ask'd the maid, 39028|"What was the stranger wooing? 39028|And was it due and friendly 39028|To me as to thy mother?" 39028|"That I was fair and kind," quoth she, 39028|"And pray'd thee think it honour 39028|To trust me in thy heart. 39028|But that I was not well pleased 39028|When thou wert young and modest, 39028|And thou wert just of age. 39028|But we were many, O knightly, 39028|And thou wert wondrous merry; 39028|Now we have found our day." 39028|The maid then ask'd the maiden, 39028|"Why did not thou my wooing? 39028|And why didst thou thy wooing 39028|With words so sweet have woken? 39028|And why thy wooing? 39028|Why didst not thou thy wooing 39028|With words so sweet have woken? 39028|Thy mien is like the snow-white cloud, 39028|That overhangs the firmament, 39028|Unfolding in the deserts." 39028|"I was a warrior in the fields 39028|In that fair land yclept Euph, 39028|And that yclept Egeria; 39028|And that yclept Kinsaleia; 39028|And that ysileads and the sea. 39028|And that ysileads and the sea. 39028|And that ysileads and the sea. 39028|And that ysileads and the sea." 39028|"Under the shade of the lofty poplar 39028|Glow-worms inn innumerous sprawl; 39028|There innumerous malcontrovertes, 39028|There innumerous diapason, 39028|There innumerous diapason, 39028|Grateful care, dooms to decay; 39028|And there innumerous malcontrovertes, 39028|With filth and curious travel. 39028|And that ysileads and the sea." 39028|"Gone are the birds that sang to me, 39028|Gone the sheep that yfed the sheaves, 39028|And gone the shepherds' bleating lambs; 39028|Untireable abodes!" 39028|And therewith did they all lament,-- 39028|Mingled din of mortal wars,-- 39028|Mingled din of fevers and of fevers-- 39028|Or worse, with sodden lacerations 39028|And with cracked dronings and drips; 39028|Or worse, with sound of horn and phears. 39028|The guests were sore opprest at heart, 39028|Lamenting, weeping, wailing; 39028|And the Abbot of the convent gate 39028|Was sobbing all alone, 39028|Save a soberer, who with shivering lips 39028|Sought after an estrangement. 39028|She had left the chapel and the hall, 39028|Her bower of worship solemn, 39028|And came with long and lingering pace 39028|Unto the hall's high seat. 39028|Upon a chair she sat there 39028|In her silent, golden seat, 39028|And round her arm the Abbot's chair 39028|Drew many a platter sweet. 39028|And therewithal gleamed up around 39028|From white-sward ======================================== SAMPLE 199 ======================================== from his place, 1304|Where I'd be left the space 1304|To show the good grace, 1304|The child at anchor in the bay, 1304|The sailor captain's mare; 1304|With him to take a doleful dole, 1304|And fly a voyage there, 1304|And then begin to think of it, 1304|As if his own dear heart 1304|(Where they the sea-mew were), 1304|Would never have a care. 1304|A country life he led, 1304|A sailor went to sea; 1304|But most he bottled it, and fed 1304|On that same clay, three frequently, 1304|With salt--"No cheese! no pie! no spice!" 1304|Three times he sold to men, 1304|And that was at the least: 1304|His wife (on a rich soil, 1304|Would change her name and deed, 1304|And plant herself therein), 1304|So brave, so good, so kind, 1304|That they might grow a martyred elf 1304|Of his own darling dirt. 1304|Who put her in? We learn 1304|From him who sent her forth: 1304|His wife (on a rich soil) 1304|Had this--(bit pale, sirs)--with her eyes: 1304|Thus, for a space, she sat 1304|A-looking in her best; 1304|Then tumbled headlong in, 1304|And died (as it will w) 1304|As fast as she could drop: 1304|And then the poor man's shroud 1304|Worked on her narrow road. 1304|--Three days the sick man beat 1304|For her--ten days;--'twas ten! 1304|Nine days he sold the child 1304|For--ten days;--then six! 1304|He sold the child at six, 1304|For--ten days;--then six; 1304|Being six months old. 1304|His grave, now twenty rooms; 1304|Five chambers, all aglow; 1304|Five iron slates behind; 1304|Five chests--six children used 1304|To bear his name across: 1304|He had a name besides, 1304|And fame without,--to his 1304|Was given to grow 1304|To be a name, in which 1304|He might be counted king 1304|By Jenny B---s. 1304|His heart was painfully hardened by poverty, which 1304|seemed very much bowed to such extreme good-nature and in it, 1304|I have read your paper in the papers. 1304|You have not made the least excuse, but 'tis for our respect. 1304|You think, for instance, I have read your paper here, 1304|And mean enough to make a business greater. 1304|Such is my friend. 1304|It is not, in particular, yours. 1304|A certain man who is in the trouble to be touched to the very 1304|neither. 1304|My dear Sir JOHN, 1304|The privilege of your peculiar carriage was to ride to the 1304|carriage in a vision. 1304|Your very obedient partner, 1304|The pride of your household, 1304|And of your poet's fame, 1304|In the public place, 1304|The power of your fame, 1304|I feel it. 1304|My dear Sir JOHN, 1304|I have mentioned your career in many comic papers; 1304|but a greater one than that of a Grecian pilot in the 1304|twelfth-century barmy. 1304|My dear Sir JOHN, 1304|There are two other points in life which don't concern you. 1304|Your pleasure, the greatest pleasure I have in writing 1304|Is with your own half-wit and half-delight. 1304|My dear Sir JOHN, 1304|I have the honour to be, 1304|And to allow you to be, my dear Sir JOHN. 1304|What could I do? 1304|I would be very useful--but I am not well. 1304|My dear Sir JOHN, 1304|I could a very good one--but there is a remedy. ======================================== SAMPLE 200 ======================================== |To the far land of the living oaks, 1365|To that high branch of marble, Peran-Cotta, 1365|The famous spot where Hector lay,--with shield 1365|To shield him from a mortal foe,-- 1365|To snatch his life from Hades; to have power 1365|Of that immortal voice, Aeneas! 1365|And thus to Hades, in those days, to make 1365|His sovran muse, a man to lead 1365|A life of song, with features stern and grave, 1365|And hands that held the sword, and changed to clay 1365|Their nature, soul and will, to the Great Mother 1365|The inspiration, the law! 1365|Even to the poet whose art 1365|Is to bewail the dead heart and the wrong 1365|And anguish of the living, is the child 1365|Of his old grandsire, Pero,--and in vain 1365|Ages,--not power. 1365|Then, be his thews to weariness 1365|Of that boy Time and his delights and dews, 1365|Let him remember where he sprang, and laugh 1365|At the fair sisters' harp and their fair song. 1365|And when he climbs the summit, and sits singing 1365|At the golden gates, in the morning air, 1365|Under the tall poplars, and the trees, 1365|And the blue heaven,--and with the song of birds, 1365|He will break hearts. 1365|And there shall he come when all the forest sleeps, 1365|And the pale flower-bells all the golden air 1365|Shall tell of his high beauty and his power, 1365|Till all the air, the dawn, shall flush with flame. 1365|And then shall he build a city, and his dreams 1365|Fill all the world; and there shall he be seen 1365|In the first gleam of dawn, mid city-spires, 1365|And in the second dawn, in the first dawn. 1365|And there he will build a new city, and his dreams 1365|Shall dwell in a golden mountain; and his love, 1365|Shall live in a golden glory that shall move 1365|The earth to a new being, and the sky, 1365|With clouds and suns, and air, and changing sky; 1365|And there the weary sun will weep above, 1365|And love, and joy, and pity, and be glad. 1365|But after the long days, and nights, and days 1365|Of labour in the world, and strife, and toil, 1365|And weariness, and weariness, and age, 1365|And weariness, and thirst, and hunger, and rage, 1365|And weariness, and weariness, and age, 1365|And weariness, and weariness, and sighs, 1365|And sufferings, and strange customs, and the cry 1365|Of the loud city; and the voice of man-- 1365|A pitying angel--drippeth through the air, 1365|And there is nothing but a noise of men. 1365|And out of these, to those, a sense of fear, 1365|A sense of cold disgust, a cold disgust, 1365|Worse than these miserable and gay, 1365|Stands the poor mother she hath suckled long, 1365|And yet is nothing. 1365|There are waters, and there is a hill, 1365|And a little rock, and a little pond, 1365|And the little boats go hurrying by, 1365|And the little boys go tripping by, 1365|As stooping over to take the cool, 1365|And over them, and over again, 1365|Through the lovely colours of a rain, 1365|The great salt world doth suddenly appear 1365|A constellation of little rain. 1365|And now the great salt world doth come, 1365|As if it were a bubble! And the sea 1365|Doth ever answer unto anything, 1365|As if it knew the trouble of the sea, 1365|And the hoarse cry of it, and its cry, 1365|And the loud laugh of it as if it did die, 1365|And its far cry as never ======================================== SAMPLE 201 ======================================== . 27370|I love the song of the lark and the lark, 27370|And the song of the thrush and the thrush, 27370|But oh! let me ever be still, dear lass, 27370|And rest in your love like a child. 27370|Come sit down by me at the old house by the road 27370|And I'll give you the best of my house; 27370|I love you as masters, I love you as friends, 27370|But I love you as masters, dear lass. 27370|Come sit down by me at the old house by the road 27370|And I'll give you the best of my house; 27370|And you shall receive the best heart that I have, 27370|But the fairest of maidens, my lass. 27370|I love you as mistress, my lass, 27370|And because you have won her, my lass, 27370|I give myself up for to see, dear lass, 27370|In your mouth the kiss that you kiss. 27370|I love you as patient, my lass, 27370|And as faithful and as trustful 27370|As any sweet measured chord 27370|That ever a child can draw, 27370|And the finger that has been drawn, dear lass, 27370|In the hour of a good old time. 27370|As true heart always loves its lover, 27370|So tender and gentle love. 27370|But the heart that has truly loved its master 27370|Is in the heart, and the heart is his. 27370|I love you with all my heart, my lass, 27370|And I am loved forevermore. 27370|I love you for service and trade, dear lass, 27370|For thine own sake and worship too. 27370|And the little brown hand that does you wake, 27370|And the fawning, fair body that loves you, 27370|The warm sweet fingers that still can wake, dear lass, 27370|As the sun kisses the sun and the sea. 27370|I love you with all my heart, my lass, 27370|And the love that no other can give, 27370|And the red-rose fingers that still can touch, dear lass, 27370|The white snow falling on the wet grass! 27370|And I think of the red rose reaching back, dear lass, 27370|And the rose lifting fondly its head, 27370|And the kiss, with its tears and its mystery, dear lass, 27370|That shall waken my dreams with the dead. 27370|My heart is very small; 27370|Three years she grew on this earth 27370|And yet her philtre is 27370|Like that of Hermes, 27370|Who shot from the heavens 27370|A vision and vision, 27370|A mist and gleam; 27370|And yet, like that one 27370|Who smites his father 27370|Upon the rim, 27370|There falls on the earth 27370|This vision and vision 27370|For ever and ever, 27370|A dream and aye, 27370|When earth goes crumble 27370|And gods go crumble, 27370|And all but the dust 27370|Of the world is dust. 27370|There is no memory 27370|Save one thin hand 27370|For the love of a song 27370|And a hope to withstand. 27370|All the things that have died 27370|They left with their lives; 27370|Their spirits have passed 27370|They were children forever, 27370|They are children forever, 27370|At the goal of their nativity. 27370|Through the long hours, 27370|In sunny fields, 27370|In sunny bowers, 27370|The singing and singing 27370|Alternate were; 27370|One cannot guess 27370|There was little to learn 27370|From the great trees, 27370|And neither the birds, 27370|And the fair, 27370|Or the gentle air, 27370|But these were the things 27370|And they went to the sea. 27370|My child, it was long ago. 27370|These lovely trees 27370|Will never bear away 27370|The unremembered touch ======================================== SAMPLE 202 ======================================== , and the great bell's sound; 34237|And the merry breeze of the chimney, 34237|All dancing amou of the town; 34237|And all their white snow-white faces, 34237|Flitting from weary souls to God, 34237|Saying, "It is our country's glory!" 34237|And all in the chimney wide 34237|A hundred and twenty elves glide; 34237|Tall and slender and shining-green, 34237|Hid in this circle of flowers between. 34237|The Elfin time of these fairy crowds 34237|Was near forty fathoms deep, 34237|When out of many a hum and scallop 34237|These fairy folk arose in throng, 34237|And filled the air with their witching strains, 34237|And danced in a rhythmic way along 34237|In circles mellow and numberless years. 34237|They danced and whirled, and then the waltz, 34237|And the childish troll rang in the shade, 34237|And was hushed to the half-perched giddiness. 34237|At last I said, in a faltering tone: 34237|"There go, if ye wish to hear one here, 34237|And I listen, but you may not near. 34237|That fairy folk are in Fairy-land: 34237|They know, ye elves, they would fain fain fain fain 34237|Learn fairy-dreams, but they are fain 34237|To follow the Fairy quest up and hie." 34237|Obedient to their merriment, 34237|They went with their magic bent 34237|Toward the sunset-land of the Elfin land. 34237|From fairy-land! Each month 34237|The sun shines out on the world 34237|As it smiles on its Indian queen, 34237|And waves her light on the dewy mead, 34237|As she sees her fair Queen-mother. 34237|The golden sun, with a face 34237|Unfinished, the Queen of the May, 34237|And I have heard, as she dances, a fairy-tune, 34237|As blithe as the Queen of the May. 34237|And I think of fairy-dreams, 34237|Of ferns and ferns all in a row 34237|Where fairy ferns lie smooth and deep, 34237|And the weary bee hums as he goes 34237|Through golden and green. 34237|And I turn and look down on the deep, 34237|And there over the streamlet, a grass-green and gold-green, 34237|There gleam white faces of queens, 34237|And golden hearts of queens, 34237|Whose beauty was made of the fairies of old 34237|By the Fairies of Fairy-land. 34237|And the Fairy-king sits in the glow of the sun 34237|As he rides down the stream, 34237|And he sings to the Fairy wherever his way 34237|By underwood or in brake, 34237|And wherever the snows-drops may have fallen and fell 34237|He pours redder and merrier, the Fairy-king's song 34237|To the kings of the earth and the knights of the air. 34237|And the Fairy-king is ever to woo the Fair, 34237|For his brow is white as the foam of the foam, 34237|And sweet are the tunes that his fancy may fill 34237|With the sweetest tales of the earth or the sky 34237|As he sails through the sky. 34237|And the Swimmering King is ever to woo the Fair, 34237|For his eye is fixed on the face of the Queen; 34237|And sweet are the songs that his fancy may fill 34237|With the sweetest tales of the earth or the sky 34237|As he sails through the sky. 34237|And, oh, there's a wonderful glamor there, 34237|And an infinite hope, that is born of a truth 34237|That fills the earth with a wonderful love 34237|In the eyes of the night and the wonderful sea 34237|And the fairy-land of the air. 34237|And he sails through the sky as the fairy clocks go, 34237|And ever he sings he sings for the hour 34237|Of ======================================== SAMPLE 203 ======================================== |Or that the sea-nymph, 30235|Skies, some bird-pie, 30235|Or some goose-poul, 30235|Or hyacinth shell; 30235|She eats, she eats, 30235|She sleeps, she gapes, 30235|She pats, she frees, 30235|She bleeds, she climbs, 30235|She's bleached, she branes-- 30235|All are wanted. 30235|She walks as if by magic bound; 30235|No more the fairy fable is found; 30235|She only trudges through fairy ground, 30235|To run her virgin mill's wide round. 30235|In Elfland land she lives, no more 30235|Will court the shy-eyed stranger's eye; 30235|There is a spell, 'tis said, before 30235|The Fairy Queen her palace door 30235|Starts; all the way a fairy stair 30235|Is trodden deeper under; 30235|The Elves begin to climb the stair: 30235|The fête is grated; 30235|The fête is grated, 30235|And there is grated; 30235|The fête is grated 30235|And there's an aria 30235|For the Queen o' Fairy! 30235|Her eyes have been a shrine of pearl 30235|Venice, and starry Fays; 30235|Ah! they hae been a shining girl 30235|But ah! they hae their snows! 30235|And the sleep o' men is past their time, 30235|And the sleep o' men is o'er! 30235|Ye Fairies, wha hae wi' your ring 30235|Bespangled, and gowden hair, 30235|Ye bairnies, wha hae wi' your sing 30235|Befoir--ay, ye bairnies a'; 30235|Ye a' may gae to your mammie's grave 30235|As ye liken to the fair. 30235|The youngest o' them ae did give 30235|To wh'r the grave lies nearest; 30235|His sire was Soft, and Meg was brave, 30235|And Meg did babie cheerie. 30235|And the youngest o' them ae did bring, 30235|Wi' a' her brings a wae on; 30235|The youngest o' them a girland sang, 30235|And the deil did babie wae on. 30235|The youngest to the youngest said 30235|That her knee will wear a tassel, 30235|And Meg a child that play'd the quean 30235|For sake o' her, they a' should gang 30235|Out-owre the new-yean sword. 30235|The youngest to the eldest did say 30235|That her knee will wear a tassel; 30235|The eldest said it was her braid, 30235|And Meg, a child that play'd it ill 30235|As she that sallied forth to kill 30235|The youngest o' them a' did slay 30235|The youngest o' them a' did slay 30235|The youngest o' them a' did slay 30235|The youngest o' them a' did slay 30235|The youngest o' them a' did slay 30235|The youngest o' them a' did slay 30235|The youngest o' them a' did slay 30235|The eldest o' them a' did slay 30235|The youngest o' them a' did slay 30235|The youngest o' them a' did slay 30235|The youngest o' them a' did slay 30235|The youngest o' them a' did slay 30235|The youngest o' them a' did slay 30235|The youngest o' them a' was young 30235|The eldest o' them a' did slay 30235|The youngest o' them a' did slay 30235|The youngest o' them a' did slay 30235|The youngest o' them a' did slay 30235|The eldest o' them a' did slay 30235|The youngest o' them a' had slain 30235|The king o' heaven saw kindly reign-- 30235|And a' his enemies did he. 30235|He took a g ======================================== SAMPLE 204 ======================================== ." 6619|"Him who was born and laid in earth, 6619|And I, who never was betrayed." 6619|"Who is the Maker?" 6619|"The Maker has not reared my form 6619|With His own hands." 6619|"All is in Him!" 6619|"All is in Him!" 6619|"To me He gives His works 6619|And gives His daily bread." 6619|"I would not change my form by night, 6619|Or raise the song of prayer until 6619|I chant the eternal hymn." 6619|"Who is the Maker that can weave 6619|A robe of light." 6619|"Who is the Maker that can spread 6619|A garment fair?" 6619|"The child He is who loves the good." 6619|"I who was born and reared to be 6619|God's living image there." 6619|"Who loves His children all the more, 6619|Scatters his framing chains._" 6619|"A poet lives above all men;-- 6619|All men are shadows." 6619|"And when the work is forged, 6619|Then is there beauty left on earth. 6619|In him, the master soul can see 6619|The very Nothingness._ 6619|"I am a poet;--all the world 6619|Is starred with myriad names.-- 6619|God's, earth's, our love." 6619|"I am the poet who can weave 6619|A word that's strong. The man can weave 6619|An image of His love." 6619|"The soul is born with vision and can hear 6619|The music of the spheres." 6619|"There is no music but the sound 6619|Of God's own word." 6619|"And thou,--thou art the poet too, 6619|A prophet after death; 6619|An artist to whom death is born." 6619|"A power that cannot live nor die 6619|Can die,--no poet in the world." 6619|"The genius of the Lord of life 6619|That is the music of the spheres." 6619|"Thy voice and thy life and thine are one, 6619|The sound is life." 6619|"But I can sing, my friend." 6619|"If one could die for thee, 6619|Then all the lights that shine 6619|Would seem to fall on thee. 6619|It is a holy thing." 6619|"My spirit sinks into the past, 6619|The music from my lips, 6619|The hopes that earth enthrall'n, 6619|When I shall rise to meet the dawn." 6619|The goal is reached, my friend, 6619|There is no bound beyond 6619|Thy spirit on the earth. 6619|"I shall not lose the way; 6619|I cannot grasp thy hand, 6619|I cannot reach the goal. 6619|My life is made of sand, 6619|My feet go down the sand...." 6619|The weary hours 6619|With the great sound of sleep; 6619|The vast, dread certainty 6619|Of death, is far from deep. 6619|From death to life,--the lilt of feet 6619|Can make it wondrous sweet. 6619|And though the way be grand, 6619|And yet the hope be clear, 6619|The soul from every cloud 6619|Is soaring upward still,-- 6619|God's will is like the wind, 6619|His will is like the sun, 6619|His golden light is one; 6619|The grave is all behind, 6619|But "there is no awaking!" 6619|The quietness is fled:-- 6619|Yet Christ will not forget. 6619|"I love thee, Lord, because thou art my God, 6619|I love the will, that thou be mine to make, 6619|I love the will, that thou commandest me, 6619|And I deserve the more." 6619|The will is all fulfilled, the work is done, 6619|And the sun blushes on the hills of morn, 6619|And I, thy servant, wait for all the day 6619|In the glad ======================================== SAMPLE 205 ======================================== . 16059|No extraño cierto á tu cuidado 16059|En treido cuerpo el derecho 16059|Tu blanca diera el lejos 16059|En que siendo lo extraño mejor, 16059|Aunque te veo en amargura 16059|Vibrar á la estancada en un sabor. 16059|Sus pájaros en ese nido, 16059|En la fitte del rey os llano, 16059|De fitte el sol de la patria, 16059|De más obscuro exhalato. 16059|No espere el momento 16059|No la vengáis de mi lágrimas 16059|Ni de tu pájaros vírgenes, 16059|En todas las puertas de flores 16059|Sosos con el sol que la esperanza 16059|Sobre su cuello el alma mía. 16059|Pero ¡oh patria! ¿No se te hiciste, 16059|Si la fitte del rey sentido 16059|Sobre el color y de verdor 16059|Imágenes de mi hogar tan? 16059|¡Oh patria! ¿No se hiciste, no eso, 16059|Que tengo yo, en tengo y peso, 16059|Si tu nadie, mujer tus esto? 16059|¿Quién no tengo tengo tengo yo, 16059|Tengo tengo tengo yo, sirudo? 16059|¿Quién tu ninguno tengo tengo? 16059|¡Quién tu ninguno tengo tengo! 16059|Pero no tengo tengo tengo! 16059|Que tengo tengo tengo tu oído: 16059|Dónde tu ninguno tengo tengo. 16059|El ristro de tu verdor primero: 16059|La resplande yace, al fin recinto, 16059|Cuando aun tengo recinto, 16059|Y en tu coronarse el espacio 16059|Está por ti, de tienes amales, 16059|Y en tu silesa altitudine 16059|Sofa el rigor con sus alas! 16059|Mientras en tu alcance el cielo, 16059|Porque quien límido sus dulces, 16059|Que la fitte alacueña en tengo 16059|Sin pobre mi voz; trais de las flores 16059|De la latigada y espantable 16059|Pobre el espacio sobre su cabeo. 16059|¡Ay vuelve en el hombre á la pasión! 16059|¡Oh! ¿quién tu mirará en el suelo? 16059|¿Quién tu mirará en el tiempo mezquino? 16059|¿Quién tu mirará en el mundo hecho 16059|Caerás con él tiene mi ardor? 16059|Pero por tu horror se acorde, 16059|Que como tal vez, que de la suerte 16059|Ya el ocaso cobrás desnudo, 16059|Y allá á tu cesto de la hermosura 16059|Sincero de tu candor cubierto. 16059|Pues por cierto ser sufre una mirada, 16059|El acloso y dejado el todo esfinge; 16059|Y tú qué con los hizo nos hizo 16059|Que sufrir en las aguas y el corona 16059|Del Tajo de la noche vez. 16059|Y los cielos sientiendo en la ciudad, 16059|Y el deseo la tormentança mísero; 16059|Y los miseríos, que con á la muerte 16059|La pestilente ciudad ======================================== SAMPLE 206 ======================================== , if you'll not believe it. 1727|As I am getting comfortable and well, I will go home and see 1727|whether I may see him, or whether I may hear him coming out of 1727|the room; see, I'll not tell him, for it's all so fine that he 1727|happens if he does all that you desire. 1727|"There's a little fellow at home who is just out there. I'll try 1727|to push him out of your way, and, please God, no one shall deny 1727|that he and I could do as much as I do, for I believe he'll be 1727|a very pleasant fellow with a single house when he is under nurse's 1727|clothes and a lot of companionship." 1727|On this you would rather see me stand with your arms about my 1727|fellows, I'll not hide anything from you. I could not get 1727|away with him at all this time, I'm certain, for I am the most 1727|like man can do most easily and free from disagreeable 1727|frolics. If he is only young he will go to the house and pay 1727|for his visits. He's neither in want of health, nor in 1727|need of his clothes, nor with all their wheels, nor with 1727|his heavy looks, nor has he one leg to stand in the carriage. 1727|I may be wrong if I find him too early to break off with 1727|the horses. I have been told by you that I have broke a 1727|habit, and have been told by you in a way that has been 1727|a very pleasant meeting. 1727|"So now, leave off this your complaints. We will tell him, then, 1727|how much he has been hurt is very severe. 1727|To try to get up for a whole day in front of his house I have 1727|always had both my eye and my forehead overran; you may 1727|have broke my handsome suit and my legs, or I may have 1727|lost both of the cloth I wore when I was so young, and 1727|have fallen off because I am so old and so weak." 1727|Whenever he comes to this country he always complains, and 1727|saves his property, or lies down to work, but makes an 1727|old robber of his goods, so this wife of mine, I can not 1727|help him. As for her you'll get no more trouble than I 1727|can follow him. When he got to London he got away, and 1727|has to stay with her. But she does not come here any more, for 1727|she has now come to be free with him without stopping, and you 1727|are going to be her load. Now, you know, your father is a 1727|luxuriated from far and respectable, and this is your 1727|"What are you going to do with him?" asked the girl. 1727|The man answered in the words of the old woman: 1727|that's a long way and there are no woods or mountains 1727|to indicate further disturbance on the part of the house. 1727|"I am going to see you after, Miss--" the old woman 1727|laughed, and said, going to stay with you. You will now stay 1727|where you are." 1727|"Where is he going now?" said the woman, and hurriedly as the 1727|shepherd began. 1727|"Where's his wife?" he asked again. 1727|"Oh, yes, she is," said he, laughing, and went back to her 1727|door. 1727|"Where is he going to stay with us?" asked the woman. 1727|"We must have something to thank you." 1727|"Where are he going to stay with you?" said the woman, 1727|with a smile. 1727|"We must have something to thank you," said he. "We must have a 1727|"Where is he going?" said the old woman. 1727|"We can no longer stay together," said he. "I don't see 1727|him at any distance from my presence. Now, do go and fetch 1727|him up to the hut and take him into your arms." 1727|"He ======================================== SAMPLE 207 ======================================== 40598|And lo! a sudden sense 40598|From "Far Away" 40598|You'll hear, at last, 40598|The glad refrain 40598|Float on the breeze, 40598|As the clouds on the shore 40598|With the mist and the snow 40598|Swim over our side, 40598|Till, with the same 40598|Delusion and pride, 40598|Waking and looking, 40598|I see as I flew 40598|The dear little blue 40598|And the laughing face 40598|Of that dear little you, 40598|And the wonder of life 40598|From that dear little you, 40598|And my wonder, the strife 40598|At your quiet little life. 40598|The piper he stops his pipe, 40598|And we go gathering cops to that. 40598|He will never again come back. 40598|I hear his kettle on the rail, 40598|The loud, the solemn curfew toll, 40598|He is coming home on Christmas Day. 40598|The lamps are lit, the dogs are barking, 40598|Funeral voices all are yelling. 40598|And see--the good, old Robert Brown! 40598|He's coming to save his soul from hell-- 40598|Away, and if you'd let him go 40598|He shall never find a way to hell! 40598|It's a long, long road and it's never lost, 40598|It's weary, and it's not worth while, 40598|And time it gives no sign like to the frost 40598|When no one's all for him to smile. 40598|The roses nod, the sunsets glare. 40598|The garden is blooming, 40598|The cowslip in the meadows lie-- 40598|Hush, Betty, hush! I cannot go. 40598|I have a little shadow who smiles at my play, 40598|And he is all in my heart while asleep in the clay, 40598|And I don't know why, 40598|If I had only a word to say, 40598|I'd find the way hard through the autumn rain. 40598|He's not very sober in telling good news; 40598|I have seen him throw it light into the gale. 40598|He's not very kind, 40598|He's not very good at the world's end. 40598|But we shall walk through the winter snow 40598|And he don't know. 40598|The birdies are asleep in the branches, 40598|The lizards lie still in the root, 40598|While the bright, bright sun peeps through the bushes, 40598|And the rain comes softly through all. 40598|When the snow begins to whiten down, 40598|When the sun begins to shine, 40598|Then up and over the earth, my soul, 40598|I will soar into shining skies. 40598|I think of a little garden close 40598|Girdled with mountains; I think of a rose 40598|That blanches an orchard; I think of the trees 40598|That nod with the dust of summer; I think of the lake 40598|That stands by the shore where the pike fishers play; 40598|Of streams that are still in the underbrush; 40598|I think of the sky as blue as the sky 40598|When they hear the wind and the rain on the hill; 40598|I think of flowers in the blossoming tree 40598|When they hear the thundering wind and the rain, 40598|But I think of a garden I used to know 40598|So many a time in a day; 40598|I think of a little garden close 40598|Girdled with trees and frozen snakes; 40598|And of trees like shrouds of drifting snow 40598|Looking to the distant clouds below; 40598|And of trees like shrouds of drifting snow 40598|Looking to the far horizon beyond; 40598|I think of a garden and walk in the Spring 40598|From the old world over the blue and the gray 40598|Over the graves of the little green trees 40598|And the gray, bright earth under our feet; 40598|I think of a garden and hear the wind 40598|Sway in the branches, the night wind, the rain; 40 ======================================== SAMPLE 208 ======================================== the green grasses, 27221|Lying snug and close upon the bed of Nature's commonplaces. 27221|There you'll find the gentle-souled and you'll find the gentle-souled 27221|Many a bright thing has the sun, 27221|Many a flower, many a bush, 27221|Many a neat young man has done. 27221|I, too, have a strong desire 27221|Of reading mushrooms by the fire, 27221|And growing wisdom, too, 27221|To love, read, write, and read. 27221|Now this little book we call 27221|Is a freak of prose, at all, 27221|For the thoughtful man to read 27221|And the rustics to read-- 27221|Read them, and when grown a little 27221|He will chuckle o'er the finny 27221|Old Kentucky poet, 27221|Old Kentucky poet, 27221|The romanticist! 27221|Read them when you're cold-- 27221|Read them when you're warm-- 27221|Read them to yourself, 27221|And write down to your mother; 27221|You could hardly tell which was the dearest 27221|Talk of all the green words of her mouth! 27221|Well! he likes our earthy mirth; 27221|So he kissed her lips and said, 27221|"I'm a poet, too, a bard-- 27221|I'm a man--and heaven knows 27221|But my heart is old, says he, 27221|Like his old poetic whim, 27221|Always, when he walks abroad, 27221|Comes the great simplicity. 27221|"Man, the greatest thing that be, 27221|How, or where, or when, he goes, 27221|Whether road be rough or stony 27221|In his path or in his nose." 27221|He is teacher, wise, and prim-- 27221|He will make your wants reply; 27221|And you said, "No man can say 27221|How we live, and when we die." 27221|He is kind to me and true 27221|And the way is just to you. 27221|When the dark has come, you see 27221|Little folks folks at tea, 27221|Like little girls and boys and girls, 27221|Gadding all the country girls; 27221|When no one seems to mind a book 27221|In which to cast a look, 27221|Every day, with pencils clear, 27221|Every day he goes abroad, 27221|Till the little whim has fled, 27221|And the little ones who stayed 27221|Where they went a long career, 27221|Every day, with smiles and song, 27221|Every day he goes abroad. 27221|Each little playmate, too, 27221|Who loves his little store, 27221|Is the very biggest man, 27221|And he laughs and runs ashore, 27221|Ate the glad news round the ring, 27221|And is very glad indeed 27221|To see little girls and boys 27221|Coming home so very gay, 27221|And the happy hours they had, 27221|With the merry flowers in store, 27221|And the flowers that round them grew, 27221|And they were the sweetest friends 27221|With little children, all a-row-- 27221|Every day, with kisses sweet, 27221|And every day, a holiday, 27221|To the little playmate dear, 27221|Who goes every day, I know, 27221|With the merry flowers in store, 27221|And the pretty nets by the fire, 27221|To the little nets by the fire. 27221|You see, when all is told, 27221|That I have been a girl, 27221|The fairy land of gold, 27221|And the flower of gold, 27221|Where the fairy queen did dwell.-- 27221|But here I lie, and play 27221|With my lips, my kisses sweet, 27221|In the little nets by the fire, 27221|For better, surely, my sweet, 27221|Is the little nets you keep, 27221|Underneath the silver moon, 27221|For lo! the little nets all done, 27221|And the flowers of ======================================== SAMPLE 209 ======================================== on a wind-blown billow, 19|The boat is sinking slowly 19|A-sailing with the vessel on the foamy spray, 19|And the lapping of its wings is like the rustling of a tree. 19|For the rest of life is a weary way, 19|And the bones of life are very gray; 19|And the time has not been sadly don't turn weary, 19|Till the weary shore and the sea are mettled with each other. 19|And it's O! long, long, for the time is comin' 19|When I shall lie awake in the dark 1919|Where the boughs and the boughs are apart, 1919|And the sound of the grass is as hurrying fast, 1919|And the shade of the fall is as hard as driving dust, 1919|And the scent of the roses as faint as the dew, 1919|And the scent of the lemon-buds as sweet as the sky, 1919|And the scent of the lemon-blossom as dark as the dew. 1919|The boughs and the bushes are lying low; 1919|And the breath of the honeysuckle is faint and apart; 1919|And they whisper of summer and winter to men, 1919|And the whisper of waters and wild-flowers to heart, 1919|As they come to the shore of the sea in a vessel of rasping foam. 1919|And the voice of the blossom is sweet as the murmur of home. 1919|And the scent of the oriole is as soft as of home. 1919|And it's O! long, long, for the time will soon come 1919|When I shall sit by the fire and drink from a long June day 1919|And the load of the sorrows will lift me like hay; 1919|To-day is the time of all things, and O! long ago 1919|Is there youth that has come to me out of the world's ways and 1919|When I lay awake in the chimney and gazed at the sky, 1919|And I look through the window over the roofs of the street 1919|At the rich, fat-laden dawn time of the day; 1919|I looked in the little cabin--it was my father's first time-- 1919|Then the winter brought the sorrow and the years went swiftly on. 1919|And I often sat in the cabin and in all things I saw, 1919|And my heart went empty and my life went bleak and apart; 1919|And I lay without a tear-drop, and I looked into the heart 1919|With the tender love and pity that was never yet to part. 1919|Now the moon was shining clearly over the quiet deep blue sea, 1919|And the soft wind waved the tresses of the fading coral-groves; 1919|And I heard the surf a-roaring up from an island hid with caves 1919|Of the ore that never melted--the emeralds a-treacherin' 1919|With the coral reefs a-sallyin' up to the coral reef, 1919|And the treasure ship a-trailin' down the windy break. 1919|And the stars were bright above them, and the night was clear and still 1919|And the soft o' the tawny seaweeds drifted up from the land; 1919|And on tiptoe sailing softly, they went away on the wings, 1919|With their white sail a-dropin' an' their white sail a-sailin' an' a 1919|With the treasure ship a-dropin' an' the treasure ship a-near; 1919|And I carried it all to the rocky trail, for I thought to steer 1919|As I sailed in the west from England 'fore my father's sail, 1919|That I might come back sailor-sail, and sail again the same 1919|As I came from the Breton regions--so my heart was sore and 1919|weary, 1919|Where the wind was rough and dreary--so I drifted toward the shore. 1919|There was never a wind but whistled 1919|In the long, still afternoon; 1919|And I drifted to the city, 1919|But when light lit the moon, 1919|Still my eyes were dazzled 1919|By the gorgeous, rolling sunset-- 1919|Still I saw not which ======================================== SAMPLE 210 ======================================== 1|That ever the world is over, nor has Heaven 27739|Wrought any feats of art or strength of arm. 27739|For now I see a little smoke that curles 27739|The blue sky like a cauldron of fire. 27739|The cowls of the cock are circling over the hills, 27739|The mountains clap their hands against the sea. 27739|From each hill-top, and girdled with a ring 27739|Of jacinths and silks, I see a smoke 27739|That is blown like far fire through the open sky 27739|From the hills. Black are the mountains, and black. 27739|A mule stands at the bridle. In a corner 27739|Of the wood, a cottage leans against the road, 27739|There, in the midst of an oak-penny wood 27739|That rustles in the wind, the mule, the horse-- 27739|The horse, the horse--and dream of the mule. 27739|The sun shines in the city, and the sky 27739|Is tranquillity, peace, quiet, the clouds, 27739|And the winds whisper tranquillity at noontide; 27739|The birds gossip at noontide. The rain falls 27739|Faintly upon the gardens. In the yard, 27739|Far off, gray travelling roofs, the wind is faint, 27739|And the rain rustles the window-panes among. 27739|There comes a woman stepping down the path 27739|To meet the man that beckons. She comes slowly, 27739|And in her hands a sick man's palsying arms 27739|And face a child's, and eyes are dimmed and fixed. 27739|Her face is wan, and yet she looks beyond 27739|The cold world has its bitterness. A month 27739|Of feverous sunshine, and of dreams that burn 27739|With all too poignant fire. He thinks he hears 27739|A child implore for bread. His heart is wild 27739|As the wild wind that whirls the restless leaves. 27739|Poor little child, it grows too faint to bear 27739|Thy silly body. But a day or two 27739|Of coming rain, through the long, dark, rain, 27739|It flourishes, it droops, it creeps, it creeps, 27739|The restless cobweb of its withered dreams 27739|To cheat the weak brain with its slumbrous bliss. 27739|For this it is too swift for human love 27739|To hold, to shut and shut the happy eyes, 27739|And toil to shut the pulsing vein with lies. 27739|Too swift for you to feel the woe and pain, 27739|The restless, lonely longing for the pure 27739|And holy joy of undisturbed love, 27739|That seeks and seeks the sunshine, and is still 27739|Content to be. The bitter, happy heart 27739|That beats no whit for vengeance and no wrong, 27739|Has beat no measure on its pulsing veins. 27739|Too swift for you to hold, to hold and keep, 27739|To feed its drowsy madness and to love, 27739|This foolish, childish worship of the poor. 27739|The little house where I was born 27739|Seems hushed and empty, though there is no fire 27739|In the red embers; and the gray 27739|Twilight has touched its purple cloth 27739|In the red-golden light, and yet 27739|There is no ghost, and overhead 27739|There is no ghost. 27739|The windows of the kitchen shine 27739|Like sharp and burning swords of brass. 27739|There is no ghost, and overhead 27739|Folk are all silent in their chairs. 27739|They are all dead, and overhead 27739|There is one ghost. 27739|One of them moves out slowly 27739|Between the curtains and the walls. 27739|He is beside me, with the hounds, 27739|And the wolves in the wood, and the 27739|Slushy, wind on the grass 27739|That is blown by the wave like snow. 27739|On the other hand, two women 27739|Are white-robed, colourless, like ghosts ======================================== SAMPLE 211 ======================================== . 1008|Him, who by contemplation holds so dear, 1008|Time's loss will be where he Sultan was before. 1008|God's grace doth fullness satisfy, this being 1008|Above the vulgar made for him below, 1008|Who in his heart is so voracious found 1008|Of cruelty, that by comparing him 1008|In every court the sergeant is made drudge. 1008|The other, through the riches of that vices, 1008|Which were corrupt to him, was for a friend 1008|Pavas, who came from God's circumference; 1008|And I, to do thee service worse by far, 1008|Was, at the time, thy thrice-happy captive, 1008|Who still lives in the air and firmament; 1008|What time from year to year the other's banner 1008|Unfurled, was God's especial dread. To hear, 1008|How families of one so old as these 1008|Are gather'd, many are, it seems, more meagre; 1008|In that, the other to as great a spouse 1008|Was, as man was, the king Mars cause his son 1008|To be a Florentine. And whoso desires 1008|After the hind'rance of his brother's death, 1008|Unable now to linger in the mire, 1008|Believes not of its end; and among that 1008|Let him make mention of me here. For I 1008|Cameo hadde my kinsman Chian, who us'd 1008|On the' Elysian plain as the next A.D. 1008|Pier da Sforza, and in the mazeful valley 1008|Ofmon, we were held, the bones of the race 1008|Yes of Hecla, and the bounded bounds 1008|Of Hell. Pisa has never, that old rock 1008|O'er which the souls of the sad hapless weep, 1008|With its grave denizens, all who are not, 1008|Of human form or influence, that far 1008|Is mourn'd on the low cliff of Acheron, 1008|From Acheron, that low anditous tower. 1008|'Mong such as not to grief are owe the art, 1008|Was Acheron; and not more strange in size 1008|Was Dis, whose talents gave so much of bale 1008|To Ganymede his master. With Carence 1008|And in the body, we or ever of love 1008|Was taken. Thence our gaze acquite above 1008|The mountain, and so much the soul of love, 1008|That finds there any one who bears her on, 1008|Should turn to Acheron, and in her plight 1008|Be mourning. Such a look did never chok 1008|Or eyes of mortal creature on its front 1008|So." With his smile, or ere his word was clos'd, 1008|Fondly he drew me towards him, and "Where I 1008|From that time forth not singly hap' there not," 1008|He answer'd, "mingled in a thought with thought. 1008|That thou mayst know, to many who are mark'd 1008|Upon that mountain's brow the souls, that came 1008|From martyrdom, which the sad whiteth on, 1008|Here were the he-goats; and that he, whom we 1008|A heiress call'd, of his old age, and made 1008|His lair, his palaces and temples burst. 1008|"Fame, that on him," so sang my joyful strain, 1008|"Rose Acheron, and fell among the dead, 1008|For her sake, ere he mortal eye did. Suburge thine 1008|In him, and from his offspring; for he quell'd 1008|The might of the Most High. He too appear'd 1008|Only to have sorrow'd, when of his great self 1008|He saw the rag'd greatness roar. Hence now refrain: 1008|" strive not to o'erawe the' profoundest space 1008|Of the' ample universe. He it was who drew 1008|And bade him of Rome ======================================== SAMPLE 212 ======================================== . 26333|She thought some time, on love's false fires, the fruit 26333|Of jealousy unshaped, unthought, unthought; 26333|Till she found all the fragrance on her lips, 26333|And in her heart, whose love still clings to hers, 26333|A sense of sweetness broke, a subtle fire, 26333|A look, a word, a touch, a whispered word, 26333|And in her soul, that heaven was comforted, 26333|Her spirit burned. And, musing where she sate, 26333|She heard the cadence of her sweetest song 26333|Sung to her inmost heart, and sighed it out. 26333|And, when she came again, the wild bird stirred 26333|Within her hand, as though to give her peace; 26333|And she beheld with eyes of glad surprise 26333|The rosy mouth of Spring; within her eyes 26333|Flashes of love, a light of loveliness, 26333|Wherein her soul was touched, sweet mystery. 26333|Love, like the glowworm's casket, entered she. 26333|She knelt beside the grave of dying love; 26333|And saw the flowers her lips made silent drink, 26333|The summer sunset flaming into flame. 26333|"I pray thee, weep for me,--that I may keep 26333|My life, my soul toward thee, for thy sake." 26333|He laid his hand upon her throbbing heart, 26333|And the warm tears ran in the springing eye; 26333|And all the beauty of that gentle part 26333|Showed in the meeting of so sweet a lie 26333|Of love; and when he spoke, the music died, 26333|And the wild winds awoke and the skies were laid, 26333|As a bird's heart in pain to its sole desire. 26333|For when the summer comes, and the sad rain 26333|Comes, and, behold! the flowers come again; 26333|The dolorous day; the long and troubled night; 26333|The deep, sad tears, that are not any light. 26333|One summer morn we met, and did not speak; 26333|But thy white hand upheld me, lest my cheek, 26333|Even when I called thee, should grow coldly white. 26333|I felt the cool winds in my withered breast; 26333|I saw the leaves upon thy pouting lips; 26333|And when I called thy name thou didst not drape 26333|My hand, but let it fall upon my breast. 26333|Yet in my breast there stirs a sudden fire, 26333|And memory broods upon me as I lie 26333|Listening to thy sweet voice, till my heart takes fire 26333|To hear it sing, and thy warm cheek close dry. 26333|"My lover's body is beautiful and mine is fair, 26333|Her skin is dark and ruddy, and her feet are light; 26333|And in her hands my heart holds fast the world; 26333|And so, my lover, shall I kiss thy feet?" 26333|"Oh, what is that that sound I hear, 26333|That strange low quavering sound 26333|Which seems so soft but half in death, 26333|To drowse and to betray me?" 26333|"Oh, what is the sound I hear, 26333|Or what the voice that comes from out the south, 26333|To tell me where I cannot reach the earth? 26333|"O melody, that leapeth from a living urn, 26333|And leaps in flame up thousand-throated wings; 26333|And that is music, music, shaken by the wind, 26333|It is my lover, and she speaks, and he sings. 26333|"O love, my lord, thy love is like the dew 26333|Upon the freshness of the heavy bloom; 26333|And like the cloud that 'gins to clothe the sun, 26333|It paints and sheds upon the dewy air 26333|The gems of heaven, and passes over all, 26333|And to the end it pipes a quiet song; 26333|And it the nightingale is not more soft, 26333|Or dew-drops, through the branches of my love. 26333|"No nightingale, that wand ======================================== SAMPLE 213 ======================================== , _Llewelyn_, the cat. 34117|Llady, child, dear. 34117|Lloydie, grandmother. 34117|"Llywiawdr Ow, llewy, dodaw, rhyun," the cat. 34117|"Llywiawdr Ow, llewy; detaw, llew treew," the cat. 34117|"Llopf or llew, llopf," the cat. 34117|Lino, wedding-gown. 34117|Llary, or bride. 34117|"Llywiawdr Ow, llewy; comb, comb. 34117|Llary-gow, llew, aroer, dow." 34117|Lyly, Lyly, mournfully, mournfully. 34117|Let not the boisterous waves against my lank eyelashes curl. 34117|Let the bee to the wedding, and away, 34117|Let not the butterfly bear me away, 34117|Let not the fleecy clouds, like foam, 34117|Swallows o'er meadows, or waves of hay. 34117|Let the lamb do its sacrificial cud, 34117|Or the wolf call the rival up from the wood; 34117|Or let the wolf, who is guiltless of food, 34117|Have the sole salt cake of the salt cake, 34117|And the lump of the peck of the leemon, 34117|That ne'er was cut by the man with his spoon. 34117|Let not the butterfly fear to come near my garden's beauties, 34117|But let the hawk, by the brook, come down, 34117|And a green-eyed lass, in her kirtle brown. 34117|For her milk-white hands, and her face of whiteness! 34117|For her little red eyes, soft and kind,-- 34117|And the fern-feathered pearl,-- 34117|She will come to me, I love her, 34117|I shall heed her if she be tucked in, 34117|In her petticoat, and her belt of sunshine. 34117|But, oh! the poor thing, the luckless loon, 34117|The poor thing, the poor thing! 34117|Little white Lily, you've seen the summer-day, 34117|Rosy and rosy, and bright as day; 34117|But if the snow-white hand of the mother crost 34117|Through some soft brown sister's? 34117|Little white Lily, I fear she's shut, 34117|And I'm very glad,--as a soul might be shut 34117|In its prison cells. 34117|Little white Lily, they sent thee charms, 34117|Not to wither in cloudlands,-- 34117|Like a sweetheart's, when night is coming on, 34117|With the rosemary round her feet, 34117|Like a sweetheart's, when night is coming on. 34117|Then they led me to them; and so began 34117|To caressingly, with their silky mane, 34117|Their soft down, and their great down grace, 34117|With their angelic faces. 34117|Then to bed they went, from me each one, 34117|In two little trousers, 34117|All in white, as white as a sheet of milk, 34117|And their eyes as large as eggs, 34117|Each with the other's eyes, 34117|And their lips as wide as two sweet eggs. 34117|Oh! the white rose and the red, 34117|And the blossoms and the flakes of snow, 34117|And they looked as if they were wed, 34117|In a suit of white, 34117|With a wedding-ring of red. 34117|And they looked at me and smiled; 34117|They seemed so happy, and so wild. 34117|But the bridegroom stood, with them, 34117|In a suit of red; 34117|And they looked at me and smiled. 34117|And they looked at me and smiled. 34117|"It is true," said I, with a smile, 34117|"It is true!" said they; 34117|"'Tis the bridegroom's will, and not the bride"; 34117|And I ======================================== SAMPLE 214 ======================================== _, an old-fashioned, foreign superstition._ 32528|This is an instance of _Auld Queene_: 32528|She had one only quality,-- 32528|She never had the heart to settle; 32528|But every line and feature 32528|Of her regard was strange to her, 32528|She played the fool with sterner pity, 32528|As the moon with her unveilèd tresses. 32528|She had a purfèd, raven tresses, 32528|Who loved her best and most, and won her 32528|From an exceeding courtly lover. 32528|She had a purfèd, golden tresses, 32528|With golden stars to shine above her; 32528|She stole--the dainty princess wanted-- 32528|(Ah! would that I had never woo her!) 32528|The dainty princess thought no crime, 32528|She loved her own life and its love. 32528|She loved in simple beauty, for 32528|(With but your name!) both love and fame 32528|Was hers in all the world--and ever 32528|Showed she was worthy of the dainty 32528|Maid's worth a world of loving, 32528|And her dear name in song was never 32528|In every land or harbor heard so. 32528|She loved to talk of love, forgetting 32528|The lessons love began to teach her 32528|With all the magic of her passion, 32528|In lonely places and in caverns. 32528|She had a purfèd, golden tresses 32528|She had, that mine might understand her; 32528|But in the dim, bewildering darkness 32528|The soul of her was fain to reach her. 32528|_Eve._ Now twilight dims the skies. 32528|_Adam._ One hour, and yet another! 32528|_Eve._ And didst thou dream of the morrow? 32528|_Adam._ She thought that life was over. 32528|We thought the tomb would be closed up, 32528|But not the humble mourning. 32528|We thought that life could never die, 32528|But that, released from all sorrow, 32528|Never again to be riven 32528|Would that alone of the present, 32528|Pale life, be blasted and taken, 32528|And cast away for a token, 32528|And cast away for a token, 32528|And cast away for a token. 32528|We've met, and the way seems long; 32528|We've met, but we have not parted. 32528|We've met, but the way seems long; 32528|We've met, but the way seems weary, 32528|We've met, but the times seem dark; 32528|We've met 'twas a season longer, 32528|And the same love in the morrow 32528|Has been yours in its pages, 32528|And the same home of desires. 32528|We've been long together! We've trod 32528|The path, and the paths are weary. 32528|And life is a vain endeavour, 32528|And death is a daily sorrow, 32528|And life is a daily sorrow. 32528|Come, we'll go in, my dearest, 32528|With the red wine at the parer,-- 32528|With the green wine at the porter,-- 32528|And our red wine at the porter,-- 32528|And we'll quaff, as we have, the porter. 32528|Come fill, and come! 32528|But who shall say, 32528|When the wine is spattered over, 32528|"Here, here, here, now!" 32528|Come fill, my love; for heaven is giv'n 32528|To those that drink of heaven; 32528|And we will quaff it, while the wine 32528|Amazed remains to pour in, 32528|And the green bowl, untouched before, 32528|Outshines the glad earth o'er, 32528|And the last cup, "All-earth-deceiving!" 32528|Come fill, and come! 32528|_Adam._ What follows is the following passage? 32528|_Earth Spirits._ Unfalcon that the Arab's eye ======================================== SAMPLE 215 ======================================== |In all, as in a dream, the sea. 34752|Now, what is he so lubber-lipped 34752|Or honey-sipped, to roam about, 34752|And he who cannot keep his mouth 34752|A little open, is without?' 34752|Thus said a dandy, in his hole: 34752|"'Tis really an imitation, 34752|I knew a great 'un,--but I'm sure 34752|The doctor has just been taught to take, 34752|And so not always full a fee 34752|Of any thing, with _duplie_ to lift." 34752|"I can't get it out," the dame replied. 34752|"I never saw an historian, or 34752|A labourer who could make us wise 34752|Without this knowledge on his page 34752|The way that he has never learned. 34752|But I've heard people to say that 34752|The good old earth is good enough 34752|To be so full of goodly food 34752|And easy to be understood; 34752|For though I'd be so very tough, 34752|And could be so good and young, 34752|Yet I wouldn't be the kind of man 34752|That would be such an awful crank." 34752|He went on then, but not alone. 34752|A little more before he'd turned 34752|But he said, in a voice that won 34752|Like a splendid shout, "Come in! 34752|The doctor's coming to town!" 34752|And as he said, too, there was one 34752|Whom he seized with a sudden grasp, 34752|And the doctors all began to speak. 34752|"Come in!" their voices cried. 34752|"He's just about to run to school, 34752|If you'll listen, just at break of day." 34752|"Oh, you're very lucky, he!" 34752|Said a learned friend, who went from school, 34752|And they told him all about it. 34752|He had learnt to take a little part 34752|In that splendid race of his, 34752|And they told him when he had learned 34752|What kind of animal he saw 34752|His quick eye had learned in law. 34752|And the teacher answered, "Well, indeed, 34752|The teacher knew just what he'd do; 34752|It was for the sex I now discuss 34752|Whether they were high or low." 34752|And he hung about with his clear-cut face, 34752|And said, "He ought to see. 34752|But, as your teacher was in place, 34752|He never knew how much they knew: 34752|"They knew it all, the learned men 34752|That he'd a mind to learn so much; 34752|For he couldn't teach so much." 34752|This is the custom, as the books relate, 34752|To help a man to learn his lot, 34752|And the way his age should turn to care. 34752|That is true genius. So let it rest 34752|Where it will fit an age of thought, 34752|That it will not go backward, nor the west 34752|Take it as much of earth as thought. 34752|This is true lore. As for the youth, 34752|We're not well up to age's skill, 34752|Nor can we hope to win a gold. 34752|Now for that name at Time, please, pray 34752|Never to go into the dark; 34752|Let us take care of these our studs, 34752|Lest, it should be struck to the quick, 34752|And go uncased at the wild thirst 34752|Of all our lore." 34752|"But you can't do that," the youth replies, 34752|"When you're beginning to prepare 34752|Your 'disposition' on the page; 34752|You never are, you never are; 34752|You're just beginning to despair." 34752|"Come on, come on, and come along, 34752|And at the window bid the light; 34752|For I would say good-night." 34752|"I'm not a bit too fearful," said 34752|The old dame, "to feel ======================================== SAMPLE 216 ======================================== to a land whose summers shine, 39909|And from the cloud the moonbeams pour, 39909|Till o'er the earth they flash and play. 39909|But, from the sight of human kind, 39909|All, to the world that has been given 39909|Voted the beauteous land of heaven, 39909|Its Eden groves and hills is bare, 39909|And o'er the waste a hermit shines 39909|That leads to bliss compared with mine. 39909|'Tis nature gives the joy sublime 39909|To see the great man from of old, 39909|Who moulds his country to his time, 39909|And makes the heavens his sport and play, 39909|Nor leaves the vale with him alone, 39909|But lives an equal portion too; 39909|And still as man he flies away 39909|He leaves some portion to enjoy, 39909|The joys and ills he leaves behind 39909|To the relief of human kind. 39909|Aroused by what he can't explain, 39909|What power remains, if such there be, 39909|That the same power is only vain 39909|And man's true wisdom finds the key. 39909|The man who fain would make it good 39909|Must live his little hour, nor miss 39909|Of the celestial help ordain'd, 39909|Is doomed to labour and to kiss. 39909|But, what I call art soon made clear 39909|To every man: the best I'll know 39909|A spring is ever in my ear 39909|Which leads to sorrow and to woe; 39909|My voice to all the powers which lay 39909|Inhabitants all men, and bless 39909|With sounds divine that move the heart 39909|With feelings strong, and thoughts that dart 39909|From the keen sense that reason darts 39909|To form the sentence on the skies. 39909|Foes hear my voice, nor fear to stay, 39909|Nor all diseases, fed at once, 39909|Have tongues unblest with coward fear 39909|And hearts unblest with sacrifice. 39909|But, say I, if to heaven's bright throne 39909|I wing my flight, and leave my friends, 39909|While with true zeal I burn this blaze, 39909|And hear the groan of those who pray, 39909|My headlong charge to shun my way 39909|And join the bold reformer's song 39909|The thunder of the battle hung, 39909|With dying groans the bursting sky 39909|Oppress'd with dust the mournful field 39909|With piles and monuments of slain, 39909|Whose dust will robe, alas, my reign. 39909|My name I long shall live to own, 39909|But die a wretch, for whom I fell; 39909|And when I'm with mankind at home, 39909|Let not a thought of me befell 39909|In that sad hour, of death at least, 39909|Consign my rest to some safe charge. 39909|Nor to the streaming eyes of friends 39909|Nor to the bosom of the great, 39909|Nor to the generous bosom's depths, 39909|Nor to the sympathetic heart, 39909|But from the bounteous pow'rs above 39909|To man's best blessings can I part, 39909|And share the blessings they impart. 39909|And this shall be my constant theme 39909|O'er all the conqueror's ashes now, 39909|With filial love my soul shall warm, 39909|And, true in death, my spirit vow. 39909|Ages remote, and years unborn, 39909|When all my native Isle was won, 39909|A thousand years, in wild distress, 39909|Were traversed by a thousandae, 39909|When to Almezion came the power, 39909|To turn the people from their course, 39909|And the proud palace to survey, 39909|And raise the dust to guard the day. 39909|Borean and Naid,--the Dutchman's number, 39909|And royal power, had filled the hall; 39909|Nor yet in vain their cautious zeal: 39909|Their cause of death my tongue could speak. 399 ======================================== SAMPLE 217 ======================================== . 27885|The effect of this short verse, which is also an improvement on the 27885|prose, is not very apparent whether the poet is to have a 27885|great deal given unwarmed to the poetical scenes of Chaucer's 27885|character. 27885|The effect of this part of the poem will be shortly explained to 27885|our understanding of the double form of the word. 27885|The novelty of the whole poem will be shortly explained to 27885|its point of view by the observing, that it shows the inward 27885|obstinate and hostile nature of Chaucer. It has already been 27885|supposed that the biographical touch on the theme of the poem 27885|should here have been withdrawn for the purpose of immediate 27885|faction, for the absence of the rhyme." If this is so, we may 27885|accommodate the idea of persisting as a natural law, and with 27885|provoking the critical decision of the Critics with little 27885|vividions. 27885|A man said, "I am bound for Ireland, 27885|A man said, "Nay; hold not back: I am 27885|The man who wrote the morning 27885|His natal wound was broken." 27885|"For _my_ I am bound to Ireland, 27885|The man who made the Cross and Sepulchre." 27885|"He had to fight a fight 27885|With sword and flag and fleet steed of all." 27885|'The man who wrote the morning 27885|His natal wound was broken.' 27885|"I am the man that wrote the morning, 27885|The man that wrote the line." 27885|"I am the woman that shouted and woke up in Aldeboran, where 27885|"When a man would write a paper, 27885|How can one write so fair?" 27885|"Who wrote the lay of the servant 27885|When all was young and warm? 27885|I am the woman that shouted and threw her arms about my 27885|When you were a child, forgive me, 27885|I think I shall speak to you." 27885|"And does the body feel tired of it, my dear?" 27885|"The rest of the body is faint, my dear." 27885|"Is that what I am striving to show?" 27885|"Then read to me. 27885|I am the woman that shouted and threw her arms about my 27885|The old woman made light of the lamp burning. 27885|"The chestnut-tree is full grown." 27885|"It is the truth, O Aldeboran, 27885|Not even the tree that grows." 27885|"The fruit may fall before it is planted." 27885|"I feel it." 27885|"Is it heavy, O Aldeboran, 27885|That you should carry me out of your mind?" 27885|"Nanti is heavy of heart, in her certain nature, if she is 27885|She went through the house in the morning. 27885|"I come into the house." 27885|"Hence, alien, you were never so eager, no matter who you were, 27885|"I do not want those of your own." 27885|"My child, you are not yours. 27885|"No," she replied, and her voice sounded, "_Your_ meaning has 27885|been settled in my heart. You are not what I am. Only you are not 27885|"We were apart until now." 27885|"I will not listen to your advice," she said, "_my dear, even to my 27885|"Dear, we would go together, it is evening now. The hour is at its 27885|"What do you think of your going up hill?" she asked. 27885|"The evening is too late," said Maisie, and went out and reached the 27885|The woman caught the man by the hand afresh, and the lover followed 27885|"Oh, what is that? Say, where do you go?" 27885|"O, I don't know," he said, "lighter matter than this!" 27885|"That's a long way and that way," she said. 27885|"No, no," Hal ended, "only let us go. Do you like the evening, 27885|They pulled the sleeve of ======================================== SAMPLE 218 ======================================== -flowers. 8187|"The rose is sweeter than the violet, 8187|The violet it is rare, 8187|So-- weave the fairest roses for me 8187|To perfume, not too near." 8187|So beautiful is her modest form, 8187|Her step adds loveliness untold, 8187|So full of sweet, unconscious perfume, 8187|That none can tell is cold. 8187|It can not be--for no one there 8187|Can tell us what is there? 8187|It cannot be--the spirit there 8187|Is such a darling thing, 8187|So full of hope, so full of charm, 8187|As that dear one who clings 8187|To every thought her soul must borrow 8187|From all her hopes and joys, 8187|As they could never be the same, 8187|As those she used to boy. 8187|Her very soul has told me so, 8187|It would not seem quite good. 8187|The soul, a soul so richly bright, 8187|Is gone, like those who went 8187|To sell their souls to gain that light-- 8187|In such a light to-day. 8187|It will not be--how short, how soon! 8187|Was gone, was gone, with love. 8187|When she was left,--ah, God! how soon 8187|Had she, with all her life, 8187|Been forced to hurry from her room, 8187|With all the sad at home. 8187|There was a time of sorrowing, 8187|When, looking back in Heaven, 8187|We saw the last of charity 8187|Our earthly scene had given. 8187|Like some old tale her weeping eye 8187|Turned into tears, while still 8187|She knew not hope nor vision by 8187|The time of parting will. 8187|She saw the last of charity-- 8187|Oh, Heaven! how it would end! 8187|And we who gazed on her once more, swore 8187|That hers was not the tenderest, 8187|And hers is now the tenderest! 8187|And she--she saw it all,--that night 8187|She brought a cross--not I; 8187|I mark the last of charity-- 8187|Yes, every cross was true. 8187|But wherefore lingers now the tear? 8187|Ah! wherefore is it gone?-- 8187|'Tis all but yesterday she wore, 8187|And, _God forgive her, one 8187|Unworthy place--he could not find 8187|So happy, happy, in his mind 8187|For whom the cross was given. 8187|_The Chaplain._--This mournful word you had last said, 8187|Was a crime we could never forgive, or forgive, 8187|Nor had we done it,--it could ne'er be believed. 8187|This crime has been committed--you ne'er shall forgive. 8187|This crime is committed, you ne'er shall forget. 8187|He who to the last of us here appears 8187|To be making a vow for the future of years, 8187|(And, God wot, who knoweth so little of sin), 8187|Shall be for a moment more fortunate here. 8187|The hand that has joined in his hand is absolved, 8187|For a time he is doomed in this depth of the pit, 8187|Shall be ready to bleed, at the moment he doffs his last breath, 8187|As you see the last promise of faith to him placed, 8187|And the pledge we gave him to each of the church. 8187|_The Chaplain._--This proof we now bid thee to prove 8187|How much of Satan has acted, I love; 8187|But still I am certain, in this case above 8187|That the worst here has fallen, although it prove 8187|That to sin in the circle of goodness we fall, 8187|By each let the judge be severely judged, 8187|'Twill be found at the bar, not mere freedom from thrall. 8187|But, Heaven preserve us, we are fit for the best!-- 8187|I, who, in my youth, was almost your ======================================== SAMPLE 219 ======================================== .' 42166|With furtive glance 42166|A lion's spangeness mocked the speech. 42166|From her fair face the lily leaped; 42166|Beneath her skin a crimson claw 42166|With jaws insufferable yawned. 42166|Her red lips, rising rarely up, 42166|Brimmed full of life in joyful sup 42166|With milk unsmooth, unrushing life. 42166|She turned and sought a limpid pool; 42166|The drouth felt comfort, and its cool 42166|Breath breathed delicious in her palm. 42166|It seemed a sense of wonder met 42166|The beauty of her glowing face; 42166|The dulcet warbled of her heart. 42166|She sat and kissed his burning lips. 42166|They laughed--'twas very gladness--but 42166|That she was dead! Her hair's gold clasp 42166|Hung still in silver hemmed her throat 42166|For his to see--she was dead '. 42166|She sat and kissed him from the gate, 42166|And laughed a scornful smile to scorn 42166|In the low music of his speech. 42166|How could she do so when alone 42166|On Tiber crags the thunder spoke? 42166|The winds would dance upon her hair, 42166|And she would weep with tears in bed. 42166|The gods forbade at night to tread 42166|A phantom city in this land: 42166|'I'm gone,' they said, and she stood there 42166|And then to Tiber's flow was banned. 42166|They sent their message with unspeed, 42166|To bid her from her bridal home 42166|To find the place where she might be. 42166|They led her through her palisades, 42166|Their punishments of day and night, 42166|That she might rest, and she might sleep 42166|A cataract, whose awful crack 42166|Stumbled the rocks and overset 42166|Her deep foundations. She was mad. 42166|The gods forbade at night to hear 42166|Her orgies, and to make her fast, 42166|Would break their bonds and let her lie. 42166|She heard. She saw her error past. 42166|She thought, she felt, and feared the crime; 42166|She thought she feared the priest might break 42166|Her innocence. She felt the truth 42166|That she was shamed to do her best. 42166|She fell asleep a careless night; 42166|She slept a sleep that she could dream, 42166|She lay down with her head beside. 42166|She woke. She found her comrade's head 42166|Lay still upon her aching breast 42166|While she knelt down, and her white cheek 42166|Beam with the morning in the east. 42166|She heard her lover's agony, 42166|And felt her heart beat with strange hope. 42166|She saw a phantom vessel go, 42166|And she returned to her old home. 42166|She never saw her comrade's face-- 42166|She lay upon the stony couch. 42166|And, though her heart would never break, 42166|If she should come from out the East, 42166|What matter? There she hides, she waits, 42166|And he is with her till the last. 42166|She could not see him, for his hands 42166|Had touched her body where they knelt. 42166|She wept. She felt his watching eyes 42166|Would weigh her tremulous body's weight. 42166|She could not, for her eyes, can look 42166|On any face that he should see. 42166|He seemed so beautiful in shape, 42166|So dim and faded. Now the air 42166|Was dull as though the hands that held 42166|Her body, once were pressed between 42166|His arms. She held her throbbing heart 42166|Towards her lover, and she cried: 42166|'Oh, I am not so cold as that. 42166|Yet why for her these eyes should shine, 42166|And why should even my beloved see 42166|The face I see not once in all?' 42166| ======================================== SAMPLE 220 ======================================== and the lilies of our own blood, 2491|As they are born in the world of death: 2491|How should we live, the way is plain; 2491|The life of a man seems far too sweet 2491|For all the love of his little life: 2491|'Tis a path, though the path may be long. 2491|A heart that is beating is harder to bear. 2491|It is better, oh Love! to be weary and cold, 2491|Nor to follow pleasure, like others, or sold 2491|And turned to sickness, than others be born. 2491|The soul is the cup for the lips to withhold. 2491|A heart that has grown to the lips is cold. 2491|The soul is the vessel itself to the mast. 2491|O! let the boat ride o'er the waters so fast! 2491|A soul that is crying with cold ache at last. 2491|Let its cry, like a tempest, ascend to the sky. 2491|Let it pour down its cry--_What is Death?_ 2491|Sorrow and grief and my sorrow together, 2491|And their fellowship growing together, 2491|I shall find my dear Father and mother again. 2491|The wind blows loud for the ship in the bay. 2491|The boat is laden with sails from the haven. 2491|The winds are strong for the voyage. 2491|As the wind carries the man into haven. 2491|The sailor is sick with a long journey. 2491|The wind was strong to the helm and the vessel was strong. 2491|Let us gather together the good he has given. 2491|His promises and his promises ring together-- 2491|My darling, my darling--my life and my joy and my bride! 2491|The day is long and the night is sick. 2491|The day is sore and the night is drear. 2491|How have I heart for the love of my darling? 2491|How have I power to give my love and pay him? 2491|How have I power to bend my will to my will? 2491|My life will change to a year. 2491|The man in the boat a spell has bound, 2491|Shall know this together but once ere despair. 2491|How have I heart for any man in this world? 2491|How have I power to break my will with my child? 2491|How can the heart break, when my darling is sleeping? 2491|What will I give to my young life's grace? 2491|Love, my bird, shall sing her whole night long 2491|Up and down and over and under and over and under and under and 2491|To and fro, 2491|Singing as free 2491|And sweet as her song, 2491|And the dream of my life 2491|Shall be a song 2491|Of the green woods and streams 2491|Far over the hills, 2491|Tinging as clear 2491|And sweet as the song 2491|Of the green wood, or song 2491|Of the red tree leaves 2491|Shall sing of the world 2491|Hark! I hear 2491|At the door of my cottage the nightingale singing 2491|Tunes of summer melodious 2491|List! I hear 2491|Her clear-toned 2491|Song of the green wood, 2491|A hundred times 2491|Hark! hark! I hear 2491|The blue night-sparrow calling for spring-sparrow 2491|Sun-awakened spring 2491|The sea casts his shell 2491|The gull's cry sings 2491|The gulls cry and the cormorant gulls cry 2491|Hark to the cuckoo! Through all the deep blue night 2491|The nightingale sings, "O cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo, hark! hark!" 2491|I would have given all of life 2491|Into a song. 2491|The land is white 2491|Where the corybergs hang out their shadowy fronds, 2491|The blackbirds soar, the orioles hush their throats, 2491|And the wild grapes whisper as they kiss and glide. 2491|But ah! when the last trump ======================================== SAMPLE 221 ======================================== and a little dirt, 26398|And if I said "I will," 26398|Because I wanted them to paint the world of man. 26398|For what is man but discontent, and he 26398|Gets wearied out his life and soul with care, 26398|And builds his life on what he sees afar 26398|Thro' the deep ocean of his discontent; 26398|And if I said "I will," why, I would be 26398|Damned in the dark by some hid majesty 26398|Of some strange golden dream that will not be 26398|A light for men when all is dark below 26398|From its own light, till it shall seem no more, 26398|And less desire to be a covenant 26398|With life and death, if this thing be all fire, 26398|And like a shadow of gods I rise above the grave. 26398|Love's perfect harvest is a pleasant thing 26398|And merry when the sun goes up the day; 26398|If love make life a beautiful thing, 26398|It 's sure to hold the soul away 26398|From joy's surcease, and nothing can take away. 26398|Love's perfect harvest is a pleasant thing 26398|And merry when it comes about the year; 26398|If love make life a hideous thing, 26398|'Twill surely be the lot of it here, 26398|And it will hold the soul away 26398|From joy's surcease, and nothing can take away. 26398|Love's perfect harvest is a pleasant thing 26398|And merry when he comes about the year; 26398|If love make life a hideous thing, 26398|'Twill surely hold the soul away 26398|From joy's surcease, and nothing can take away. 26398|Love's perfect harvest is a pleasant thing 26398|And merry when it comes about the year; 26398|If love make life a hideous thing, 26398|'Twill surely hold the soul away 26398|From joy's surcease, and nothing can take away. 26398|Love's perfect harvest is a pleasant thing 26398|And merry when it comes about the year; 26398|If love make life a hideous thing, 26398|'Twill surely hold the soul away 26398|From joy's surcease, and nothing can take away. 26398|Love's perfect harvest is a gay goodly thing 26398|And merry when it comes about the year; 26398|If love make life a hideous thing, 26398|'Twill surely hold the soul away 26398|From grief's surcease, and nothing can take away. 26398|Love's perfect harvest is a pleasant thing 26398|And merry when it comes about the year; 26398|If love make life a hideous thing, 26398|'Twill surely hold the soul away 26398|From joy's surcease, and nothing can take away. 26398|Love's perfect harvest is a merry thing 26398|And merry when it comes about the year; 26398|If love make life a hideous thing, 26398|'Twill surely hold the soul away 26398|From grief's surcease, and nothing can take away. 26398|Love's perfect harvest is a merry thing 26398|And merry when it comes about the year; 26398|If love make life a hideous thing, 26398|'Twill surely hold the soul away 26398|From grief's surcease, and nothing can take away. 26398|Love's perfect harvest is a merry thing 26398|And merry when it comes about the year; 26398|If love make life a hideous thing, 26398|'Twill surely hold the soul away 26398|From grief's surcease, and nothing can take away. 26398|Love's perfect harvest is the joyous man 26398|And merry when he comes about the year; 26398|If love make life a hideous thing, 26398|'Twill surely hold the soul away 26398|From grief's surcease, and nothing can take away. 26398|Love's perfect harvest is the joyous man 26398|And merry when it comes about the year; 26398|If love make life a hideous thing, 26398|'Twill surely hold the soul away from fear, 26398|And joyfully among the days of spring 26398|Would surely hold the soul away from ======================================== SAMPLE 222 ======================================== !... How the roses start 1365|To flame and fragrance, 1365|While the night-wind stirs the leaves 1365|And gives the glowring solitude! 1365|Lines ["The music of the world."] 1365|What though no spirit, in the night, 1365|Its raptures feel thee at the heart, 1365|Swell the tide of pain and ache 1365|With the rush and roar and flame 1365|Of the rushing gorges wide and far, 1365|As if the heaven of beauty were a dream! 1365|What though no star that heaven enshrined 1365|The night in beauty, now bewaked 1365|No leaf-lit vision of the dawn! 1365|What though the cloud on river light 1365|Falls like a shadow on the sight; 1365|Yet the light thou madest with the breeze 1365|Wakens what then it was but care! 1365|What though the moon now, as at noon, 1365|Moves through the air like flowers, 1365|Thy love, not with the moon, as it! 1365|Thy beauty wakes, and it is thine! 1365|GARLAND me, O ye sylvan daughters! 1365|When I descend to Olympus 1365|I descend to give you 1365|My direction! 1365|I was waiting for the maidens, 1365|And they also wondered why, 1365|When I found her by the high-street, 1365|I was standing in the crowd! 1365|And they whispered with their voices: 1365|"Wilt thou ever be our bride? 1365|We together will make ocean 1365|Orny-way or Wely-ow. 1365|Surely thou art young and loving, 1365|And canst never be our bride, 1365|For thou lovest her very much! 1365|How then shall we keep thy promise 1365|As long as all are thine!" 1365|Said I unto them: "Tell me, 1365|Tell me now, what seekest thou?" 1365|Said the fair, bright Lady of Olympus, 1365|While I sat with downcast eyes, 1365|Waning out of bed, for I remember 1365|I was sitting in the house, 1365|And, to hear the maiden's language, 1365|I fell into a swoon. 1365|And I saw the white-fringed maiden, 1365|Who is coming here to woo-- 1365|"Tell me, thou, my golden-girdle, 1365|Thou my sweetheart, lovely moon. 1365|Thou, oh! tell me all thy secrets, 1365| signals of thee I'll disclose!" 1365|Wooed and wooed and won for aye; 1365|Ever smiling as she goes, 1365|I love to take the maid's bright ring 1365|Underneath my finger's glow. 1365|And as I walk in sunlight 1365|On the lake she goes; 1365|She will charm me in the shadow 1365|Of her dress a shadow casts. 1365|"Let me tie my silken girdle 1365|Round her golden-girdle!" 1365|What care I tho' she charm me 1365|Night and day; 1365|And she will not tell me if I am young 1365|Or am old! 1365|Yet the gift that she bestows 1365|Is my dower of maidenhood 1365|From her hands--my dearest daughter-- 1365|Whensoe'er the maiden's praise 1365|Grows the highest in the land-- 1365|By thy favour, dearest shepherd, 1365|And thy praise! 1365|If she charm me who can win? 1365|Kisses! take her soft, pale forehead 1365|Down beside her purple tresses! 1365|Kisses! bring her forth--I swear 1365|That she is the fairest flower 1365|That ever twin rose-leaves bore, 1365|Blessed with the dew of roses! 1365|She will blush, I say, she will, 1365|She and I shall never know 1365|How I kiss her, how I press 1365|Her soft hand, ======================================== SAMPLE 223 ======================================== and his mother. The old woman's fingers pressed the 32145|little finger on the lock. "Nay!" she said, 32145|"Nay! I will go in this way, and in the light 32145|it will be seen" he said. 32145|They went out a hundred yards under the sea. 32145|The children laughed. "But she, so soft of skin, 32145|would not go!" she said. 32145|They went from Colston to Malpl River and from Penzance, 32145|with Lyd and her mother, and many of the knights 32145|from Galway and from Galway, and they went, all the knights 32145|from Berold and from Galway, and they returned again, 32145|unafraid and free; 32145|Seven days went over, and they returned again, 32145|four days; and at night, when the sky was dark, the 32145|dew-drops to their eyes came dancing through the dark, 32145|and on the marge the waves danced in a wakeful row, 32145|a thousand shadows danced to and fro. 32145|At eleven o'clock in the morning the ship lay out 32145|with her anchor-cables, and the masts were all swinging 32145|towards the sea, and the wind-whipped, rough sea-keel 32145|stayed in the wake of the morning to welcome her. 32145|The masts were bare in the old ship, the buoy-robes 32145|stood out on the old ship, and she had drifted over the 32145|trench in the black blood tide. 32145|On her tawny voyage to the coast of Africa she 32145|foundered the masts, and sped over the lone sea crags, 32145|where at last she escaped from the cruel clutches 32145|of the pelts and the sea froth. 32145|On the deck stood the women, the children of the sea-god, 32145|and the sea-god, grey of face, above the masts; and 32145|they stood there in silence beside the rowers, a mighty 32145|wave, and only a few cranes were amid the mere 32145|ship's broken bodies. The stern men stood aloof, and 32145|their black sails were filled with spray. 32145|And now came the last boat, with its sails in the river, 32145|and the masts went forward, and no ship astray. 32145|The young men decked the masts, and the old woman 32145|bared her breast for a seat, and herself sat down by the 32145| hatch, and watched the black hulks and the masts of the 32145|sweltering masts, and the huge black hulks, and the 32145|curves, and the great grey sea. 32145|"Why stay ye thus, strangers? It is for your true hearts' 32145|love that I hold in my heart. I am in haste to put my 32145|coffers in my arms and lay me down on the beach, as we 32145|will wash away the brine of my bones." 32145|With that she washed them swiftly, and with her hands put 32145|them on the sails, and set them all to dry. Then they 32145|lay me in the black ship, and I lie upon her breast. 32145|And there lay the strong body of my lord, and wrapped 32145|them in the sea water. His face was dark with the 32145|light of day, and his hands also he tied before her, and 32145|he called on her, saying: 32145|"Wake, wake, lady, wake! Thou of the Mighty God, who 32145|hast made the heavens and earth with thy company, be not 32145|wondrous, but let Thy servant have little or nothing of 32145|me. The Almighty Father has filled the earth with thy 32145|all good things, so that no sinful soul shall come from 32145|that portion of the water." 32145|The Almighty God came to the sea, a sail-boat, with a crew 32145|of Galilean women. She showed him a tiller, a standard 32145|inwrought with craft divine, and he was welcome, even when 32145|she returned from the waters ======================================== SAMPLE 224 ======================================== ! 42299|As all who seek, each wish to share, 42299|We're lost at once by fortune's care! 42299|For though we've lost our hopes or health, 42299|We still can have, or will, at length, 42299|The sum of fortune's future scene, 42299|And see our little children flee, 42299|Like misty vapours hid in dew-- 42299|But, no, that sums are hard to see 42299|In the same sheet as they shall be. 42299|If, Reader, for thy mental store, 42299|Time can a volume long retain, 42299|Thou'lt find I've not a moment lost 42299|But what is then a paltry cost,-- 42299|And, _noteless_ of the present age, 42299|I'll e'en take up these paltry page. 42299| The original has _my_ grace left no room to be taken in 42299| In the edition of 1809, "this stanza sings of "to be read," 42299|"To show life's sting, to want a leed." 42299|_Davus amator_,--may I please to range 42299|Nature's rude hills, and turn my chime, 42299|And, like my own sequester'd vale, 42299|Spread my cold soul, with careless rhyme._ 42299| This line and the following not in the original version. 42299| It may be again used in its coloring and composition. 42299| The present version will recall the well known scene of the poem. 42299|A man may be content at first 42299|To bless his God, and know no want; 42299|But when one friend has lost what's gone 42299|He shall the better claim; 42299|And, to be better, proud of that 42299|He owns, tho' he's the stedfast cheat, 42299|The paltry public's pride, 42299|To whom, as honest men, 42299|He makes his fortunes known to all 42299|The world--and is for evermore 42299|A patriot that shall not fall. 42299|The following not in the original version. 42299| The original has _my_ power to oppose the poet's desires, as 42299|_exchanged for him, I must instead of him pursue._ 42299| The _grave_ or coronet seems to have been written for him in the 42299|_Cum mortiferi facienti_ 42299|_Sunt mihi sunt mortificae._ 42299|The following not in the original version. 42299|The following not in the original version. 42299| _Duciturne viam, et sunt mortuus horrensus horrensus._ 42299|_I know not if I lov'd the man._ 42299|_I know not if I lov'd the man._ 42299|_In other works (usually facsimile) of Mr. Robert Garlston, the 42299|_I will dismiss the servile blame, and seek 42299|My gen'rous friend to sit and watch the game, 42299|And all my friends shall see as he doth speak._ 42299|_I know not if I lov'd the man._ 42299|_And all my friends shall know as he doth speak._ 42299|_And all my foes shall know as he doth speak._ 42299|_I shall but say, Impatience, next morn, 42299|'This is the man that was so long ador'd;' 42299|And I shall still, as is the text unshorn, 42299|Look up, and swear by his unsullied word._ 42299|_I know not whether I shall win 42299|One favor, but I love him greatly more; 42299|And then he will not plead my kinship o'er.'_ 42299|_Here ends that mortal life, "Forget not death._" 42299|alludes to his fortunes in the following poem. The 42299|following verse is: 42299|C'est mir vivere! c'est cheveux! [L'y of Dorset] 42299|C'est mir vivere! c'est cheveux! etc. 42299|character as a poet and dramatist. ======================================== SAMPLE 225 ======================================== and 20956|The wind that whirls the dewy nest 20956|Where lies so long the sobbing wave 20956|That kisses them on every side 20956|Whose silv'ry finger makes the world divine. 20956|So, on we wander'd through the night; 20956|And such a strange unearthly dream 20956|Chaunted its wanness to the stars 20956|That tower'd in fashion of a gleam 20956|Of glory that the Father wore 20956|As an eagle eagle, from the nest 20956|Of golden peace who watchful lowers 20956|An eagle shining on the dome 20956|Of heaven, a joy beyond our earth, 20956|Beyond our simple human years. 20956|And so I watch'd until the storm, 20956|The sweeping of the billowy sea, 20956|And the lone gleam of the lonely lamp 20956|That on its rock inscrutable hung 20956|Shone out to me. And then I thought 20956|Of that strange dream, which oft before 20956|My spirit's eye had seen so often-- 20956|When, like the bright eyed Virginian Queen 20956|Who by a woodland fount, or cave 20956|Of Nereids dreaming of the wave 20956|That glideth from Helicon, 20956|I heard a sweet and solemn strain 20956|Come sounding on from rocky height 20956|A spirit did invest with light. 20956|And all about me grew a fair 20956|Bright world of woodland minstrelsy, 20956|And all about, in fairy flight, 20956|The forest children loved to be 20956|Before the eyes of sun or star, 20956|Singing with love and witchery 20956|The fairy music of the sea. 20956|So through the dewy fields of air 20956|We went together down in a ring, 20956|Through groves of beeches, through the brake, 20956|And through the golden sunshine there 20956|Our sight was in the deep: 20956|And on the margin of the strand 20956|Were sparkling fairy fish, and they 20956|Were scallop'd all within the deep. 20956|Afar, and far away, the light 20956|Struggled and flickered in the gloom, 20956|And by the brook-side seemed to be 20956|The laughing fairy elf-ship's womb; 20956|And on the further shore, the bride 20956|Stood lonely in her wide wild mien, 20956|And on the other shore, the bride 20956|Stood weary waiting in the green 20956|Of woodland deeps, but on the verge 20956|Of the green glen beyond it, where 20956|The white-robed angels, cherubins, 20956|Flutter'd about the golden surge 20956|Their crests of flowers, and they were fair; 20956|And though no saint had ever smiled 20956|Meet mortal on the mortal scene, 20956|Yet while it glow'd, a sombre cloud 20956|Descended from the West, and cast 20956|A chill dusk shadow o'er the spot 20956|Where dwelt the bridegroom. On the wind 20956|A sound of song burst from the cave, 20956|And all the waters murmured. High 20956|Above the long-drawn note of harp 20956|Strange voices sounded, and soft hands 20956|Move softly, whilst the maiden sung; 20956|And far and near the sound came floating, 20956|Low as a dream, as sweet and low 20956|The music flow'd, like the sweet sense 20956|Of motherhood's first utterance 20956|Among the young flowers on the plains. 20956|Then to the strand the minstrel came, 20956|And while in wonder rapt his eye 20956|Beheld two figures standing by 20956|In the long surf of that dark tide 20956|The fairy maiden suddenly 20956|Bewailed her dire misdeeds, and threw 20956|The fair child trembling in her face. 20956|Then cried the angry Victor, 'Joy, 20956|And joy! O happy child, 'twas said, 20956|And round her gathered in a joy 20956|That nothing could impair: 20 ======================================== SAMPLE 226 ======================================== and those I'd like to see, 35991|And see what I should see. 35991|But my dear fellow, I will say; 35991|And when our love is over 35991|We'll walk a little more to-day, 35991|And see what we've been doing. 35991|For you're more happy than a king, 35991|And I'm more merry than a mouse, 35991|And if you'd marry us to-day, 35991|Why, then we'd be more happy.-- 35991|And if you'd marry us to-day, 35991|We'd be as happy as a king, 35991|We'd be as happy as a king, 35991|And some day we'd be happy 35991|When we'd a song to sing, 35991|And I should have the joy of it 35991|If we'd a song to sing. 35991|I am your mother-- 35991|I'll kiss your little feet 35991|If I would have it! 35991|And if we might go out to sea 35991|And wet our hands with it 35991|And leave you, mother, 35991|Your little girl and mother, 35991|The old sweet, foolish mother 35991|With its bright hair behind, 35991|And if I had to go to school 35991|And have a book about it, 35991|Mother, if you were not mistaken, 35991|Mother, if you were wise, 35991|Mother, if you were not mistaken; 35991|If you would be as good, 35991|That you would keep the books of mine 35991|If you would have them! 35991|And if you wish to go to school 35991|And walk about the country, 35991|And have a good time 35991|If all the world would listen to 35991|And ask for you to stay away 35991|A quiet person; 35991|If in such countries 35991|The mountains are asleep and the sea-waves run? 35991|Where shall we go to rest, 35991|With the garden and the shore 35991|Where the shadows cannot sleep? 35991|Where the lilies shall weep o'er the grave of lovers sleeping, 35991|Where the rose leaves will rustle and the lilies be be weeping? 35991|Where the wind-flower shall die over the lone grave of lovers sleep, 35991|Where the night wind shall blow over the lone grave of lovers gone, 35991|Where the lilies shall weep o'er the tomb of lovers gone! 35991|Where the rose leaves will rustle and the lilies be plucking, 35991|Where the rose leaves will rustle and the lilies be scoiling; 35991|We will laugh on the flowers while the rain falls and dances, 35991|For our hearts shall not break, 35991|We for whom little pathways 35991|Stretch in unknown hours, 35991|Shall not weep for thine or thine, 35991|Thou my son of strife, 35991|Standing far away, 35991|With thy face in the sunlight, 35991|And thy face in the sea-- 35991|Shall not weep for thine or thine, 35991|Thou my flower of song, 35991|Because thou hast heard 35991|The sound of a happy song, 35991|And shalt hear it, singing. 35991|For the hearts of the birds 35991|That sing o'er the fields 35991|Will speak to the Lord of them 35991|As we speak o'er the sea, 35991|As we hear through the ages their mystic music ringing. 35991|For the love of the trees and the sunlight and moon are light on our 35991|Covering the world with a gloom as moonlight soft and calm 35991|As a sigh or two that is kissed 35991|By the breath of a distant sea-- 35991|Holds in her hands a palm, with one against the world 35991|For the space of a single star-- 3599 ======================================== SAMPLE 227 ======================================== |"For this," said he, "to take the maid I love; 400|But she, too, answered, looking not too young, 400|But somewhat sad, with tears and wailing cries, 400|And begged of them who said they should not move. 400|"Then she was weeping for her gallant knight; 400|And so she will not stay, but we shall see-- 400|She weeps," he said, "because she is in tears, 400|"And weepeth for her lovely, noble peer: 400|"And still she weeps because she knew how near 400|Her valour is in love; for she is sad. 400|'Tis well for us, I think, that she is sad:-- 400|But she is glad to see a noble knight 400|Glad in her change, whom so for grief I had." 400|"Now God forbid," said Arthur, "that we fly; 400|Not he, my Lord, and not the lady here, 400|But we are he--the lady!" Arthur's eyes 400|And hands together strained, and hands and eyes 400|A moment since were lost in joy and fear. 400|He was a knight who came into the court, 400|Where sat the stately king, and in whose hand 400|Stood many peers with pride and courtesy. 400|And there, beside the king with stately brawls, 400|The king arrayed his men: "Sir knights," said he, 400|"I know thee for the best! We make thee kings 400|And servants: therefore now thy sorrow ends, 400|And all thy days of pride and high disdain, 400|And all thy gold and all thy worldly gain. 400|And we shall see this day, so slowly pass 400|This day and next; the third day shall draw nigh; 400|We'll talk again, if so we may, in sooth, 400|Of this our day, and all the grief and ruth 400|That used to make us weep for what was ours, 400|And this our day, that we shall meet with flowers, 400|And all the world of love that used to be; 400|'Tis not so late, however: for to-day 400|We were agreed that we should meet again. 400|Now Arthur called me and Sir Uther, he 400|That rules our knights, and rules them all of crafts 400|(I knew them well), so noble and so great 400|Among the chivalry of gentle lives, 400|I'll speak as one who may be glad and glad, 400|But I shall never get my story past, 400|Nor do my words in any new or fresh." 400|Then she: "O King, this day we're bound to go 400|This year; but if these lords shall pass our prime, 400|Beware what trouble gets on stately John. 400|We have a king, this year, who rules us all, 400|For him and his; but how would fain do that, 400|When we had bidden strike us at the skirts? 400|But I shall tell him that my father's pride 400|Has made me lord and master of our realm.' 400|"I heard him, and he said he had a dream, 400|And, as he said it, marked a face on mine. 400|And then they talked of knights that rode the lists, 400|The mail-clad knights who made the tourney court 400|With all their puissance, and the knight they slew 400|With hilt and lance and joumbling tasselled spear, 400|And all the people, and they said withal, 400|'Sir knight, for all thy valour, all thy love, 400|And all the pride that is about thy name, 400|I charge thee thus to lead us hence in peace, 400|And give thee to our help a goodly cause, 400|The first shall be to take the crown with him,' 400|"And after that, fair Queen, I know thee true, 400|I knew thy knighthood, and I loved thy will, 400|And I will think it for a noble knight 400|I have made kings of those I see these thralls, 400|That, if thou hadst been dead, could never be 400|Yielded again into these tourney-crowns." 400|"Fair King," she said, "if there be knight or peer, 400| ======================================== SAMPLE 228 ======================================== |That, though it cost me many a trifling sigh; 36214|Yet still a kindly smile is in my eye, 36214|For they are eloquent with power to wile; 36214|And when my eyes are opened to the smile, 36214|And when I listen to the solemn voice 36214|Of the harp in the forest, and I walk 36214|Beside the wizard river, like a brook, 36214|That sings to one not worthy to remark 36214|How dreary, still-untouched, and silent, 36214|He watches the bright day-light fade away. 36214|He can see from the banks of distant streams, 36214|A melancholy beauty, like the face 36214|Of a fair statue in the desert. And his heart 36214|Often has been led to foolish fears 36214|That led him to her presence, for they led 36214|Into his heart of hearts. He cannot guess 36214|How far his soul is from that heavenly place, 36214|And how it came to others, or his life. 36214|Its earliest throbs are idle thoughts like his. 36214|Its treasured odors only satisfy 36214|A sense of hopeless grief. His little worth 36214|Of glorious life, he knows, is more than truth. 36214|It has passed from him, and he cannot find 36214|Aught comfort left unkissed. His little worth 36214|He knows, and he must find in every heart 36214|A bitter thing that dwells within his own, 36214|He cannot tell what happiness it is 36214|To sit and see a spirit. He must know 36214|He cannot stand on that high river's brink, 36214|Where the great river runs into the sun, 36214|An empty gulf for only souls to drink, 36214|And the swift flowing stream which bears my boat 36214|Is larger than our eyes, and is more wise 36214|Than all the wisdom it may comprehend. 36214|Oh Love! when I have seen his face again, 36214|Do I remember the dark aftertime 36214|That came to mine when I was but a boy 36214|With a great crowd of people on the shore, 36214|Whose joyous hearts were bound with tenderness, 36214|And whose white hands and tresses were entwined 36214|With tender recollections of the past, 36214|And round their snowy palms, and fondled then 36214|With the dear presence of the unforgotten dead? 36214|Oh Love! when I have seen thy face again, 36214|Do I remember the bright, smiling hours 36214|And the dear, tender face, that used to fill 36214|My life with blessings for some other land? 36214|Oh! for one night, one night, when I was young, 36214|I saw my mother's face uplift against 36214|The cloud of sorrow that fell heavily 36214|Upon my soul, as tho' it had not smiled. 36214|And so I passed along that line of care 36214|In thought for one to whom she knew it all, 36214|And turned to other, thinking it so fair 36214|To stand beside the dear one in the hall. 36214|But now the day is done, and all is peace 36214|That I have felt as though I saw the earth 36214|And skies and sunbeams, rising suddenly, 36214|And making a new life and a fairer birth. 36214|I loved that Angel of the morning, 36214|I made my vows to one who is away, 36214|I met him on the road to-day. 36214|He came with golden wand (you say? 36214|But then you couldn't do that with that pall). 36214|He looked as though he would not see, 36214|He was a wandering child of me. 36214|I loved that Angel of the morning, 36214|I never dreamed that it would be 36214|Until they had come from the land 36214|Where all is goodly and bland. 36214|But now it is too late to part. 36214|The light grows strong from the candle-flame; 36214|She is alone in the farther world, 36214|And I am afraid of the noisy crowd. 36214|The rain is raining, and the winds ======================================== SAMPLE 229 ======================================== -man 1924|Who was the King 1924|Who had a horse 1924|And a bright red 1924|Wind-tossed hat, 1924|And a pair of shoes 1924|On his head, 1924|And a soft red comb, 1924|On his head, 1924|In memory of the King; 1924|For with him were a bunch 1924|Of the truest old ladies alive, 1924|Who could be bold 1924|To ride in a carriage 1924|To the fair, 1924|And to dance in the fashion 1924|Of a hornet. 1924|The King was an old, 1924|Very grave, and would ride 1924|With his followers, 1924|And with the rest of his folk, 1924|As the best of his time. 1924|And a beautiful woman 1924|She was, as you know, 1924|Who was making a promise, 1924|And a dreadful foreboding; 1924|For sometimes, as she might have told, 1924|She might speak, 1924|And on mischief be rid 1924|In a very sharp manner; 1924|For an offer she ventured to give 1924|To the King, and to buy his consent. 1924|But the people she loved 1924|Kept the gate, 1924|And the King would not let 1924|Her alone any more. 1924|For she was a damsel 1924|As a very diminutive; 1924|And that very beautiful woman 1924|Who had lost her good name 1924|And was forced to sell 1924|The beautiful woman, 1924|And put him in prison for food. 1924|She was mad-- 1924|Mad as ever was, mad for the truth!-- 1924|And full of remorse 1924|And full of remorse 1924|For the death of her lover 1924|With his beautiful rig 1924|When she heard the sick people 1924|Coming with their bottles of oil, 1924|And their cheeks rosy-red as the wine; 1924|And the people oncured him, 1924|As he never had heard them speak, 1924|With a great triumphant glee, 1924|And a great triumphant glee 1924|At the lovely, dreadful, 1924|And with great triumphant glee 1924|From the manner that tells 1924|Of the great, solid, rattling bell, 1924|And all the immortal things 1924|That was told by the nation, 1924|These things, I'm bail 1924|To my terrible clavier! 1924|The news is brought 1924|That Jack is a dunce, 1924|And that Thomas is lost, 1924|And lost, all alone, 1924|In the big burn village, 1924|By the floods of water. 1924|Jack found an ox-cote, 1924|The ox that he loved, 1924|And drove till it nearly sank in the river: 1924|And then he went west, 1924|And the draught of the strong drink 1924|Was turned into honey, 1924|And served with a strong ember, 1924|That Edward might eat, 1924|For the country was sold, 1924|And the country was made, 1924|And Edward the rich 1924|No longer expected to feast: 1924|He was forced to sell, 1924|But not by force of Paul 1924|Who sold, bought, sold 1924|The ox that Jack sell'd, 1924|The ox that he milk'd, 1924|The ass that lay in the yard, 1924|The chandler that lay in the square, 1924|The chandler that lay in the square. 1924|The merchants that lived in the isle, 1924|And the pleasure that could be got, 1924|Were each man a laborer. 1924|Of this is that pig, 1924|Who purchased a calf's-paw, 1924|And the farmer bought it, 1924|The merchant bought it, 1924|The clerk brought his wares, 1924|And the tradesman, the chandler, 1924|The lawyer brought his wares. 1924 ======================================== SAMPLE 230 ======================================== . 1041|"How oft the wakened bird has sung, 1041|Where oft the moss has hidden her young; 1041|How oft her branches has forlorn 1041|Her virgin breast all wet with dew!" 1041|This truth will stand in modern English in a few lines with 1041|The night was late, and through the trembling air 1041|The lady's presence, stirred with passion-laden sighs, 1041|Dreamed the bright goddess who, forlorn, looked round 1041|Upright in love's young haunts; and all her hair 1041|Veiled with the dusky night, beheld her rise 1041|Above the world's low passions, as she gazed 1041|Each moment: while the clouds, like living eyes, 1041|Uplooking from her brow the vault of night: 1041|And 'twixt it and the earth, some easy inch 1041|Had measured up the way, and touched the world's last edge, 1041|And, passing where it pleased, one rough path showed 1041|Through open fields, and with a cross she rode 1041|Beyond, and still she lingered on the bank 1041|Where in the shadow of the forest shade 1041|Her promised goodly presence disappeared, 1041|Luring her with such words as would betray 1041|The heart's beloved and loving-kind deceit, 1041|And steal in and betray the secret of her lips. 1041|And thus she lived in peace. But now that night 1041|She stood beside the dead man's haunted hut, 1041|And on a distant hill, as if to watch 1041|A stealthy footfall from that dreary spot, 1041|Or one long look from out a gloomy grove 1041|That gave the name of Dian's fiercest love, 1041|And whispered thus to the forsaken maid: 1041|"The night is past; but it shall come to be"-- 1041|She stayed upon the bridge, and tried to smile, as if 1041|When the river seemed to have no need to go to rise, 1041|Nor did the water pause to roll and plunge 1041|Within the mirrored moon; but as she turned 1041|To that sweet-hearted maiden he would look, 1041|And after her a momentary gentler grace 1041|She wore the same for his unwonted touch; 1041|And while she lingered from the further side 1041|Of that fair fountain in the mossy pool, 1041|With all its streams a music wild and strange 1041|Rang through the mead with mingled plaint and wail-- 1041|A noise as of birds moulting in the grass, 1041|And when she ceased she found a little boat 1041|Hoisting her idle oars, that there would float 1041|Unmurmuring, till she rocked the sleepy boat 1041|About her in the reeds that edged her bed, 1041|Whose shadows had not dyed her glimmering light, 1041|Or floated in the river or the stream. 1041|Then, when the moon had risen, she would stand 1041|Before the goddess, and her face grew pale 1041|With dreadful memory of the dismal doom 1041|That would befall her; and she would not turn 1041|To see the shadowy form come in the river, 1041|But would see it pass along the winding shore, 1041|Over the marsh, in the dim forest's moonlight, 1041|Shaking out life to life with Titan-like strength. 1041|And like a dam she would bring forth to stay 1041|Her frenzy, and the river would pass o'er 1041|Over the sand-hills; and would she ever cease 1041|To hunt the wily villain into death? 1041|And then she would turn to the holy fane 1041|Of the holy goddess and holy fane, 1041|To offer sacrifice of gold and nard, 1041|Wood apples and rich wine, a fire for Thetis. 1041|And there with her a goddess might he stay 1041|Awhile from light within the hollow shades 1041|Of the dark wood: now would she cease to dwell 1041|On the wild shore, and her head never more 1041|Crest it with branches; or, perhaps, would she, 1041 ======================================== SAMPLE 231 ======================================== , in your hand. 1317|You have made to be glad again, 1317|So let the great gift end. 1317|And as you stand on your father's grave 1317|Or ever your day is done, 1317|So may you keep it in memory, 1317|And the living dead your son. 1317|How sweet this evening is, that you, 1317|My darling, are not by! 1317|Though all things else were now too long 1317|For you to stay, 1317|And the sun was hid behind a cloud; 1317|Though the leaves in winter-time 1317|Sick, and the winds of winter-time 1317|Sweep the mist aside, 1317|And the clouds that pass into the north 1317|Still drift among the shrouds-- 1317|Forgetting you are glad again-- 1317|And there is joy in the summer weather; 1317|And the snowdrops ever wept together 1317|On beds of down the deep; 1317|For memory, and the memories, 1317|Of the beautiful and dead-- 1317|Till into the world you silently 1317|Now forth upon your way are borne, 1317|And out upon the deep. 1317|And so the night is very deep 1317|And you, my darling, sleep. 1317|All day within my silent room, 1317|I see your form no more; 1317|Nor hear the voices of the dead, 1317|That were so dear before. 1317|Perhaps in yonder distant land, 1317|In some enchanted glade 1317|You'll be some day again so soon, 1317|And I shall see you made. 1317|Perhaps in yonder forest deep, 1317|I'll see that lovely face; 1317|Or hear your step the Summer makes 1317|Recall the river's grace; 1317|For then no lonely tomb will lie, 1317|For I shall hear your voice. 1317|Perhaps when day is growing chill 1317|And the children's voices die, 1317|You'll be watching by my side, 1317|And I'll hear your roving eye. 1317|At evening in the garden deep, 1317|My darling went to sleep! 1317|The moon came up, and there I found 1317|My darling sitting in that mound. 1317|And so--I called his mother dear, 1317|And weeping, laid her on the mound. 1317|A pretty while he lies, 1317|And I can only weep-- 1317|I know that you are sleeping yet, 1317|And I am growing old. 1317|All day the rain has washed away 1317|The flowers, and now the day alone 1317|Has come into the garden fair 1317|The prettiest one of all the town. 1317|The trees are hanging heavily down. 1317|The bees are weary with their task, 1317|As though an hour they must not stay, 1317|But slowly from the flower-loved door 1317|Pass through the garden carefully. 1317|The road is very long, the flowers are very few; 1317|I know the way they cannot go, so thick are they 1317|That the passers-by are puzzled to discover 1317|The tiresome way that they must journey through. 1317|The pansy, too, is nothing to the eye, 1317|And when the dusty road is lost to him, 1317|The pansy, too, is nothing but a glare, 1317|Troublesome, dazzled by the rain that falls 1317|Down through the paths where they must go and where 1317|They never reach their beds of gold and bloom. 1317|O the dusty path that wanders so 1317|I can stretch no longer and lie down at home; 1317|I cannot see the sunlight from a flower 1317|That is so quick to hurt, my dusty way 1317|Of life is but a momentary play. 1317|The grass is idle in the long, still way; 1317|And when they smile I can remember yet 1317|The butterflies, the butterflies and they, 1317|And butterflies in a momentary fret. 1317|The hot grass frets and turns the sun to hotter red 1317|In the still summer ======================================== SAMPLE 232 ======================================== . 38511|'And every gentle thing that be 38511|That, to the heart's content, 38511|In bower, or hall, or forest tree, 38511|A joyous gladness spreads.'--Puzzy tells 38511|"SIR Bard's Lays of Grammarie" 38511|Brunetto referens he was born in 1811. The Greek word 'a' 38511|'O Scotland! rejoice! rejoice!" 38511|"When winter winds blow chill, 38511|And hills and dales grow drear; 38511|I'll seek a sweet lamb, 38511|And bring it safely hame." 38511|'And may it be so? 38511|For me, this is my prayer. 38511|Her safe return I pray, 38511|If e'er again I may!' 38511|"The lily and rose 38511|Have faded from my view." 38511|"With milk and honey sweet 38511|My banks they are perfumed. 38511|'For aye I shall sing 38511|Some song I love the best. 38511|The rose so withered 38511|To her tomb is pressed. 38511|And I do keep my leaves 38511|In their stillness rest." 38511|_The Priest's Wife._--"And now the hour is come 38511|"For me and the wine." 38511|"She weeps with the youth upon her bed, 38511|All red and white, 38511|And no one knoweth whether he be dead or bled; 38511|But the child is gone with a lullaby asleep, 38511|All dark and lone, 38511|A dim, sweet thing to every sense, inwrought with moan, 38511|Where is he gone? 38511|Oh, the poor child bent on his sad way! 38511|Oh, the wild way, 38511|Wild and wayworn and widowed and crossed! 38511|All dark and lone, 38511|A dim and desolate shore! 38511|His last dear home, 38511|Deep down upon the rocky coast, 38511|In the dark and lonely place, 38511|Was the mother and the little child, 38511|And a little baby and a little girl and a little girl. 38511|And in the night and in the dawn 38511|They say they find him gone. 38511|For the child is gone. 38511|For the mother and the little boy 38511|Longed to look on him at the sacred form 38511|Of his mother's dear delight, 38511|For her dear old grief, for that poor creeping worm, 38511|They say they found him, and he asked them, and they said, 38511|"How oft I've wept! How often cried my child 38511|On her, as he passed by,--" 38511|And those mother and her little boy, 38511|"That he lifted up his little head 38511|And looked down at the little darling's form 38511|And he bowed in lowly reverence and said, 38511|As softly as you might, 38511|That he knew her for her little boy, 38511|And was still a little angel that went alone without." 38511|And so the little angel came 38511|(And, with a smile, he said) 38511|To hold her still so silent and watchful, 38511|While she knelt by the bedside,-- 38511|That she scarce had once to gather up her little daughter. 38511|And they said, as they knelt beside: 38511|"Now who art thou, 38511|That in such cold weather, 38511|On such cold and barren weather 38511|Liest thou cold and weary?"-- 38511|And the little angel moved on to the little lady's window. 38511|Oh! she was fair as a rose 38511|In its sweetest breath; 38511|And the little one she lifted up her head 38511|And went to her little room, 38511|Where all but the night wind's 38511|To carry her back to her room. 38511|But the snow fell fast and cold, 38511|And the little child was old; 38511|And the little one they laid on a log 38511|Beneath the log. 38511|B ======================================== SAMPLE 233 ======================================== and the dark-eyed child; 1304|The wind grew loud again, 1304|The little clouds were gone, 1304|And soft night lay upon my child. 1304|The little clouds did cease to grow, 1304|And the little streams did flow: 1304|Into the light of the setting sun, 1304|A cloud came creeping low: 1304|Into the little light of the sun, 1304|So low it seemed to me, 1304|There was nothing to see but the shadow of God: 1304|Silence, children, 'tis said. 1304|"Haste thee, haste thee, O my babe," 1304|The soft voices cry; 1304|Haste thee, haste thee, my baby dear, 1304|Spreading out thy snowy fleece. 1304|The sheep are in the meadow and the kye at hame; 1304|They seek the little manger where the roof'd-up house shall be; 1304|They visit the white-wall'd mother as she sits at spin or mead; 1304|They have not found her, and in waiting they are fain to feed; 1304|They bring her from the Foreland to the Kingdom far and wide 1304|(O Mother, lay thy child low in the arms of thy wide book-world), 1304|And tell them tales of sorrow that have been so long deluded; 1304|Of struggles in the morning, and of storms in the evening. 1304|Then stretch out your arms to bear me back unto the world, 1304|O mother, O my babe, and bid the world forget its cares; 1304|Keep me a little happy in the warmth of thy sweet singing, 1304|And I will be thy babe again to-day, O Virgin mother. 1304|The moon is like a traveler, 1304|And shadowlike it shines 1304|With another face than thine); 1304|But when I turn to go 1304|Along the world forlorn, 1304|I do begin to bow 1304|Mine head upon thy breast, 1304|O wonder of the weather! 1304|For all around the earth 1304|Is shining with new mirth, 1304|And all the leaves are sighing 1304|That sing this lullaby. 1304|But when I turn to go 1304|And see the sunlight clear, 1304|I do begin to know 1304|The sweetest thing of fear. 1304|For all around the earth 1304|Is shining with new mirth, 1304|And all the leaves are sighing 1304|That sing this lullaby. 1304|The moon is like a blossom, 1304|And shadowlike it shines, 1304|But when I turn to go 1304|Along the world forlorn, 1304|I do begin to know 1304|The sweetest thing of all 1304|The little children are at play, 1304|Making believe that I 1304|Am playing round the earth, 1304|And looking back from where I lie, 1304|Infringed with fear and pain 1304|As when a sick man feels his feet 1304|Upon a bed of wax. 1304|Like little children, all unmeet, 1304|They stretch and stretch and laughing lie: 1304|But when they feel I'm not so sweet 1304|As when I heard their voices cry, 1304|And when with eager eyes they meet, 1304|They kiss each other and are merry. 1304|Just as the moon moves round the earth 1304|In love and in delight, 1304|They meet and are for ever mirth, 1304|And fill the heavens with their light. 1304|And now they both have cast their seed, 1304|And now they wander off to bed: 1304|But when I see the morning's dew 1304|They cast their heavy heads and red, 1304|And when I look for night or dew, 1304|They blossom into sightless day, 1304|And then they vanish all away. 1304|The robin is neither sturdy nor bold, 1304|But sturdy and free: 1304|He sings his love-song, day and night, 1304|But when he picks his he makes his light 1304|There is always spring in his clear brown eye ======================================== SAMPLE 234 ======================================== , whose free, immortal soul 2619|Is like the angel of the air, 2619|Who holds communion with the whole 2619|Of all its strife and all its woe, 2619|With calm, strong joy like summer's own, 2619|And strength as strong and as divine 2619|As light itself--till earth and heaven 2619|In glory are rolled out of mire, 2619|And the grave open to embrace 2619|With love and reverence, who was chief 2619|Of all the earth. 2619|The wold is silent where it lies 2619|Between the river and the sea, 2619|Where stand the bald red upland cliffs 2619|That look like ancient villas grim. 2619|The only sound of life is his: 2619|The reeds are waving with his feet, 2619|The trees are white with autumn heaps, 2619|And the last arrow-shafts meet 2619|His coming, and his last farewell, 2619|As all must suffer, long and well. 2619|A few brown sedges, mossy dark, 2619|That stretch towards the river's lee, 2619|Where down the dim, half-lighted dike 2619|The trout leap to the moonlit bay, 2619|Shouting in joy, "We come to slay!" 2619|While through the still November sky 2619|The wistaria bloom is hung. 2619|A boy, bent o'er the grass with pain, 2619|Watching the season's waning store, 2619|With eyes that cannot weep again 2619|Are filled with gloom and care; 2619|And over brown and gleaming rocks 2619|See where a lily leans its head. 2619|A few brown sedges, moss-built walls 2619|With which the fishers wait the sun, 2619|With lilies for a coracle, 2619|A brittle cup of water run, 2619|That, creeping in along the railing, 2619|The water-lilies, leaning, hiding, 2619|Are seen, to please the fisher-fleece, 2619|And with the croppies hiding, hiding, 2619|And darting wildly everywhere 2619|Their golden buttons for surprise. 2619|A few brown sedges, moss-built walls 2619|Where fish are fishing in the sun, 2619|(The kindly hearth, with its round door 2619|That promises to summer's store) 2619|Are touched with his return to-day. 2619|And, as the fisher, near his isle, 2619|Trees of sweet apple, and of amber, 2619|Catching their smell from off the grass, 2619|With the brown spars and silver spars 2619|That meet him at his island seat, 2619|In merry mockery of the gay 2619|Sparks that had caught his fish away, 2619|And on the other side of it 2619|Floated away with punctured feet. 2619|A little fisher, gray of beard, 2619|With two hard, flute-like arms, his beard 2619|And eyes like the moon's friendly star 2619|Gleamed in the distance like a bar, 2619|That flashed and vanished from his eye 2619|By the moon through the unending sky. 2619|A little fisher, brown of skin, 2619|With a soft, clinging arm, his chin 2619|And head, still beautiful as snow, 2619|With slender, quivering lips that show 2619|The soft, dim paleness of the cheek 2619|And, as the magic touch, between 2619|His fingers shrank before the charm 2619|Of the warm red wax bubble-like, 2619|And he had lost his rosy charm; 2619|No more his arm, no more his head, 2619|With its smooth, clinging fragrance shed. 2619|But all his body he was like, 2619|With that languor of large, sleek skin, 2619|And a soft, dark, ardent red, 2619|And he was very near to wed; 2619|Yet, he was neither loved nor named, 2619|And yet his face was wondrous fair. 2619|He loved, but never wholly, men; 2619| ======================================== SAMPLE 235 ======================================== and the sun, 4405|And the moon. 4405|I know one thing-- 4405|That I can do no better 4405|Than to take your heart up, mother. 4405|You will know nothing more to tell me 4405|Than to love my heart out sore 4405|And the pang 4405|Of a heartless thing; 4405|As a flower would, 4405|As a leaf would, 4405|If in the smart touch 4405|Of your strong hands, 4405|Or when I have lost its scent, 4405|Or how can my soul be stilled 4405|When you and I have had your will? 4405|I knew a woman's heart 4405|When a mother's lips were red 4405|And on the cheek of it 4405|Fell in eclipse and then 4405|Woke up and rose and stood 4405|Shining and empty to the light. 4405|"You see, he thinks, how I must lie awake, 4405|Mother, the fever keeps me always weak 4405|If I should carry on my heart away. 4405|No, but it is not so." 4405|"What if I could stay, 4405|I know it all would be 4405|Strange and fearful 4405|To hear me say it, 4405|For I must go away 4405|To be sickened 4405|If I lie still. 4405|If I lie still, 4405|And the fever keeps me always worn, 4405|And the fever, I must not die, for I 4405|And mother dear must live for me, 4405|Where the old hills lift their thrones of snow; 4405|And the river is cold; 4405|For I must go away 4405|To live so long in joy 4405|That I may not hear its speech, nor see 4405|The city-light of my God in me." 4405|The moon hung high; and the wind was wild; 4405|And the storm-bells were ringing; 4405|And the wind was strong; 4405|For you and I 4405|Were sitting in the windy trees 4405|That the wind might blow; 4405|'Mong bud and flow'r, 4405|The wild bees were blithe and free 4405|And the sun went down the sky, 4405|And the moon rose up and cried 4405|'O love, if life help me not 4405|And my heart stands chill 4405|'O love, if life help me not 4405|And my eyes are dim 4405|And the world a wrapped thing is 4405|A-lighted 'mid the stars, 4405|And the moon a ghost of night 4405|That cannot see its light. 4405|And love, if life help me not 4405|And my eyes are dim, 4405|If I cannot look in my eyes 4405|And no soul is on my knee, 4405|And I think I know it by the sky 4405|At my window's end, 4405|Where the white moon slips above 4405|To meet it in the end. 4405|And love, if life help me not 4405|And my heart stands chill 4405|And the sun went down the sky 4405|And the moon came up the hill, 4405|At midnight in the shroud, 4405|And the wind went round and round, 4405|And my heart stood still 4405|At midnight in the shroud. 4405|How small the thought of all 4405|The past that holds so small 4405|About the brain; 4405|And yet again 4405|They made my soul less strong 4405|Because they willed it long 4405|I thought their lives would take 4405|A chain to bound the whole. 4405|But once I thought of all 4405|The things about the fall, 4405|And made the past my own, 4405|And how they could not last. 4405|And once, as through the dark 4405|I saw the moon retire, 4405|I called my soul to bark 4405|And make a sudden fire 4405|To seek and hide the wrong. 4405|The earth was very kind, 4405|The ======================================== SAMPLE 236 ======================================== . 1322|Lips and eyes-drowsinesses of men's flesh. 1322|Lips of love. 1322|O my beloved, 1322|My lover, my own: 1322|O my beloved, 1322|For thyself, for the lips and the eyes and the soul, for the eyes and 1322|The silence is still. 1322|The night and the moon and the stars and the dew, 1322|And my being and longing are still. 1322|No light on the hearth; no kiss to awake, 1322|No song to remember and no kiss to break, 1322|The eternal, wide Night has no speech. 1322|Silence. O beloved, 1322|My unacquainted lover, my own. 1322|To give thy lips a sound sweeter and tenderer, 1322|Than any of mortal lips. To love thee more than all thy gold, 1322|Is kindliness a thing beyond belief? 1322|Or is it a vain hope and pride a vain fear, 1322|A vain hope, a vain longing, an aimless fear? 1322|Silence. O lover, my own. 1322|And this is my unearthly, strange endeavour, 1322|This is the torture that must enter on my hands, 1322|This is the end. 1322|For my sake I would have others not to hate me, 1322|But for my soul, 1322|Were there no hope or peace, no work for thee, 1322|I would find thy face and forgive for thy love, 1322|But for thee only. What is thy joy in life? 1322|Thy love? 1322|If I could hate thee but for love, then love 1322|All for thy sake. 1322|Then love me but as love loves all too late. 1322|A harsh fate has two women: 1322|A mightier stroke mightier. 1322|Love has put all his members to the test, 1322|And yet he cannot conquer. 1322|What do the winds cherish and gather as they go 1322|Through the red west? 1322|What rises upward to the sapphire skies? 1322|What drives the clouds to scatter as they go? 1322|What shoots the clouds to scatter as they go? 1322|What drives the clouds to scatter as they go? 1322|A messenger from Rome. 1322|Why, he is dead. 1322|I mourn to think that thou art faint for love, 1322|That thou art pale for love's sake. 1322|A messenger from Rome. 1322|For what has thither gone 1322|To give my soul immortal wings, that I 1322|May float upon the air as on the wing, 1322|And be as fair as lovely here at last? 1322|A messenger from Rome. 1322|I pray you, sirs, give me a benediction. 1322|I pray you without rashness. 1322|I am a shadow, a gleam. 1322|How should I fear, sirs, if I were a shadow? 1322|How should I fear that, if I were a gleam, 1322|I had been your companion always, 1322|Till some far angel, that sped over land, 1322|Should cast me down and find me stretched on the sand. 1322|A friendly friend. 1322|Be patient. One more weakness. 1322|What would you do to put me out of grave? 1322|I pray you. 1322|I will not hear the voices of my dead, 1322|Nor see the light upon the faces of my dead, 1322|Or know their faces, or the cold black eyes 1322|Of the ghosts that haunt me, or the faces that weep. 1322|I would give all for such a life as this, 1322|Such love as these 1322|Or no, all, all. 1322|Do you remember 1322|I remember, I remember how we met? 1322|I remember. 1322|I remember. 1322|I remember. 1322|I forget. 1322|I remember, I forget. 1322|I remember, I forget. 1322|For a space. 1322|I forget. 1322|I remember, I ======================================== SAMPLE 237 ======================================== |I am come, and I come, 30659|With a star to guide me, 30659|Watching the dim sea!" 30659|With an arch of my own 30659|I made my slave the sun; 30659|With the same clear light that was 30659|On the edges of the world, 30659|I harnessed the winds about, 30659|And into the white air flew, 30659|And shining scattered seeds, 30659|Whence a flower-month had come,-- 30659|I found the flower-month dry, 30659|And saw the primrose die! 30659|I said, "Arise and go!" 30659|The voice ceased with the flow 30659|Of the spring, and we went 30659|Over the hills and through 30659|The forest, on and on, 30659|Went the soundless music 30659|Of the spring, and I went 30659|Out of the wood, and the wind, 30659|And the scent of the clover,-- 30659|For I followed, and followed 30659|The flower-month on and on! 30659|I said, "Arise and go!" 30659|The voice ceased with the flow, 30659|I saw the hill quake to know 30659|Where I had found the flower,-- 30659|The tree-tops shook with the wind, 30659|The bare boughs heaved behind, 30659|I left the boughs that grew 30659|Where I waked, and looked over, 30659|And breathed the scent of the clover,-- 30659|I looked, and lo, from the closes, 30659|The bloom was gone, and I came 30659|Out of the wood,--there I wakened, 30659|There I wakened, and there I wakened. 30659|I looked, and lo, from the closes, 30659|Sweet fields and blooms, and the blue 30659|Sheen of the sun, and the showers 30659|Dried up, and wet with dew: 30659|I looked, and lo, from the alley 30659|Bright flowers broke all out, 30659|And fair forms passed, and fair faces, 30659|And steps that seemed hard to the hoodwink, 30659|And fingers folded behind link 30659|That seemed for a moment to run in them: 30659|They leaned down, I watched them, 30659|As one might bow to a father, 30659|And lo, what a pair had been theirs, 30659|What the adage of lips and the wings was. 30659|Then I said, "They shall rise 30659|On the sward in the twilight, 30659|On the point of their dusty talons, 30659|As on that day in the sting. 30659|They shall be upstayed at their wishes, 30659|They shall be downcast at their prayers, 30659|And the earth, which they gnaw at, 30659|They eat up and they love them." 30659|And I said, "They shall go 30659|As my leaves touch the springtime, 30659|They shall miss food and they seek it, 30659|And I see, as I walk them, 30659|How the flowers grow wild at midnight, 30659|The speechless and virile flowers 30659|Of autumnal patience." 30659|And so I called unto me, 30659|As one who walks in the mid-forest, 30659|And turns him for one who is sleeping, 30659|To watch the wandering of the cloud 30659|That gathers and spreads its shroud 30659|Across the west, till it hides it, 30659|As it hideth away the face 30659|That is raimentless and face 30659|For any save the wind that bloweth, 30659|To stir the dusk with a song. 30659|And as I came, and there I entered, 30659|And all along my way there passed 30659|Beneath the forest branches; 30659|There came a woman, a blur of white 30659|Upon her cheeks and hair, 30659|As a light wind, across the trees; 30659|And she lifted her voice and spake, 30659|With a cry as of wailing; 30659|"There is ======================================== SAMPLE 238 ======================================== . 30420|For you have been a dog, 30420|To your own self, friend, 30420|And your own, friend, 30420|In the best earthly part, 30420|And the sweetest part, 30420|And the purest heart, 30420|And the highest heart's desire that's hers shall be. 30420|O brave Caledonians! O heroes who lead the van, 30420|And you, Persians, to the innermost issue of war! 30420|O ye Colonies! and ye, O ye Colonies! 30420|Libertadians! O ye Colonies! 30420|And you, O O Waked patriots, 30420|Liberty's last, best, first; 30420|Ye gave the light and liberty to this dark world's night, 30420|That you may work, sing, play, play, 30420|For the good of life and death, 30420|And all the good of life, 30420|And all the good of life, 30420|And all the good of it and all the best of it. 30420|Liberty's ever the very best of it; 30420|A good fight, fight for truth and right; 30420|Better fight it and live, 30420|And better than die, 30420|And the best of it and all the best of it. 30420|The nations against freedom did combine 30420|Against a false and superstitious woman; 30420|And though 'twas time, it could not be obtained 30420|That freedom, freedom, beauty, should remain. 30420|As evil things contrived 30420|Against each other by violence and war; 30420|With hands upraised, 30420|Intently gazed; 30420|Prayed, prayed, and panted, 30420|And then all in despair back lifting their arms and crying, 30420|As once the Romans' army had defended. 30420|In answer to the question 30420|By the old woman, 30420|You have the right and honor, 30420|The proper and honorable reputation of the nation. 30420|Of all other bores, 30420|Most of the hundred 30420|And of the hundred 30420|I wish you this: 30420|But by all these years, 30420|And by the hundred, 30420|The hundred and the nine times, 30420|And by my eyes, be truths as you have prayed together, 30420|And by my speech; 30420|By those days and by that, 30420|But by all the centuries and the ages of my nation; 30420|By the whole of my own 30420|I am not alone; 30420|But, by my soul, 30420|And by my soul,-- 30420|You and Felice have together saved this per-word. 30420|Of all the bores, 30420|Go, John, look down, 30420|On this this day 30420|Of life and triumph! 30420|It has already been decided by some high artist, for whose 30420|leave the structure of the Union was first obtained. 30420|It shall not be believed, therefore, that in those days, 30420|These golden ages, in which England was united to these 30420| welds, there is not a single single piece left to retain the 30420|lively and steadfast spirit of these faithful and constant bores; 30420|There shall be, then, such generous and noble hearts as our 30420|brethren. 30420|They shall not be so base, shall not be so utterly vile, 30420|These famous three parts, if so considered, shall not be wholly 30420|deceive them. 30420|And so shall we say to you, in this great matter of the 30420|compete. 30420|The rights which are printed in the book were not neglected, 30420|This book was taken to us by William K. Faulkner, 1695, and William 30420|William K. Faulkner, and others. 30420|following, found many of them in great peril to their 30420|bottom of grief, which he sent to them from his home and 30420|"I, who made this book which your chance has left behind me, 30420|Have you read my poems? You need not read the tale I sing of. 30420| ======================================== SAMPLE 239 ======================================== , and thou, Dictæa, hastening hence. 28621|I am Æpycus, the name of which 28621|Sprung of old Latium; he who gave you last 28621|My substance. I am Neptune; I am Mars: 28621|And O, I am Apollo, standing still 28621|On Pallas' altar; and I am the sun; 28621|And ye, Dictæa, are my god, and ye 28621|Are they of all the cities of the world. 28621|This union, which yon' earth lies furthest far 28621|From thee, Dictæan nymph, on me depends; 28621|I am AEacides; and, by the hearth, 28621|Of old Laertes. True it is he comes 28621|To Phthia, spouse to Jove, and to the king 28621|Of Latium. He is past them by the ships, 28621|My chosen companions. None will hear 28621|Of him, but all shall see him, whom the Gods 28621|Have given to Polymestor, and the land 28621|Of lovely Thebes. He neither is left 28621|To us hereafter, though we seek his face. 28621|For this he is in front, and all around, 28621|The centre of his kingdom, as before, 28621|With troops and chiefs, and with ten thousand men 28621|Thrown inward, and his whole auxiliar realm. 28621|Thee and the Grecian warriors; thee they love, 28621|To fight, and do thee service as they ought. 28621|Then take we counsel with a mind discreet, 28621|And with the night to guide us, while we seek 28621|The kingdom of the King, or his relation. 28621|I will not pass, as well thou might'st command, 28621|Through war, whene'er he finds us at our backs: 28621|He shall not want our service, till we gain 28621|His wish, that so we serve his potent will; 28621|And when we win our kingdom, he may want 28621|His bride, or even beg from her to die." 28621|She said: her face was wan, and not a cloud 28621|Grew gloomier after coming of the sun; 28621|But as it sometimes melts the face, and shows 28621|Dark planets, gliding by their path, that seem 28621|Now feathery-tinged, and now swarming fast, 28621|So those again be lost, or lose themselves 28621|In their own darkness; then the more they roam 28621|Each region round; more bitter must it be 28621|For human lips to sow the cud, until 28621|The seeds of woe and of desire come forth 28621|Of hungering man; until, by traitors vile, 28621|Some witch-like demon gives us up again. 28621|She ceased, and slowly; and the aged matron, 28621|In a dark corner, with impatience smote 28621|A silent slumber; then the lovely dame 28621|Silent, and, hushed, and awfully resigned, 28621|Listening, thus to Ufens' sister said:-- 28621|"Offspring of Jove! more blame for that to me, 28621|Than whom in Ida, when Semele, 28621|While all the other women bathe, did make 28621|The Gods delicious: O that I were blest 28621|With all of this! and that I either had 28621|A god's commands, or had preferments such, 28621|As I should love, or should respect him more!" 28621|To whom the matron:--"What unmanly care, 28621|What unadulterated woman's heart, 28621|What impious wishes, can this honour earn, 28621|When he who gives it, merits from a woman 28621|More feeling, more than love, or reverence? 28621|What he who never can, or may be named 28621|The god himself, or where he governs, wills? 28621|Here is no difference between us: Heaven 28621|And earth and heaven seem bounded by our rule. 28621|But hence to the last few, or rather ours, 28621|Who deem themselves the cause of all this ======================================== SAMPLE 240 ======================================== _'s the word of the Lord. _Tales of the Fourteenth_ 31594|We have sung a song of the night, 31594|It was sung to the end of the day, 31594|We have sung a song of the night. 31594|We have sung a song of events, 31594|Of a people in a mighty state, 31594|And the record of their capes. 31594|We have sung a song of the past, 31594|And 'twas sung to the end of the day, 31594|And it was sung to the end of the night. 31594|We have sung a song of the night, 31594|They have sung a song of the night, 31594|They have sung it all the brightest, 31594|For the number to us is the Liberty Light. 31594|We have sung a song of the night, 31594|It was sung in the ancient palay, 31594|And it was sung to the end of the night. 31594|But now thou art a statue, 31594|A statue of no mortal man, 31594|I stood in the silent shadow 31594|Of Castaly, with hands folded, 31594|And heart which beats as in an aching, 31594|The lullaby time hath held no trembling. 31594|It whispered to me long ago 31594|When I was but a child, 31594|That it told of love and faith in 31594|A mighty land and sea. 31594|And the song was good to me. 31594|It whispered to me long ago, 31594|Of love and the love of God, 31594|That they who have heard His praise, 31594|From the beginning will be called 31594|To tell their hearts and hope. 31594|We have sung a song of the night, 31594|It was sung in the ancient palay, 31594|And it glided from sight to sight 31594|Through the vast and blackening grey. 31594|And the song was good to me. 31594|I cried in my despair-- 31594|The sea and the wind and the night, 31594|And the wind and the tide and the tide, 31594|And the God who guides the tide. 31594|And the song was good for a woman, 31594|And a golden song for you, 31594|And the light was good to us 31594|When the song was good to us. 31594|We have cried that the land was best, 31594|And the song was good to us, 31594|As it was the holy quest 31594|Of the birds of the forest, 31594|To the mate and the burthened, 31594|In the forest and the town. 31594|We have cried that the sea and the sky 31594|And the stars were the crowns, 31594|As it was the great Apollo 31594|Who gave his music to us 31594|For the song of the stars. 31594|We have had our battle and our toil, 31594|We have broken our chains, 31594|We have given our lives to our good 31594|Like the lips of the bees, 31594|And the hearts of the wood 31594|Are heavy with the increase 31594|Of joy and of peace. 31594|We have sat on our triumphs afar, 31594|Like kings and like gods; 31594|And the clouds have rolled far 31594|As we sweep to our graves. 31594|We have swept down our footprints 31594|With the fingers of song; 31594|We have made up our bays 31594|With the tread of the stars; 31594|But the song of your heart, 31594|And the burden of your soul, 31594|And the burden of your song: 31594|"The soldier's life is at best 31594|A soldier's a soldier's part." 31594|Then men shall praise their deeds, 31594|Remembering their deeds of old; 31594|Forgotten with the dreams of earth, 31594|And with the songs of heaven unfold: 31594|The heroes who died for a little while, 31594|And the singers who sang of Paradise, 31594|And the grave builders who built up paradise. 31594|They have builded a tower of fame 31594|On the sounding shores of Space, ======================================== SAMPLE 241 ======================================== |His soul's too great 34762|For even the sinner's self to blame. 34762|The very air 34762|Was as naught to his spirit's flight, 34762|When they wandered there; 34762|And if he remembered that long ago, 34762|He would pray, and pray, 34762|Still a spirit there could not atone 34762|For two or three days, 34762|And when he revived, the fever broke, 34762|His tears would still be well dried-- 34762|They fell on the spot, or only one 34762|Did the best endeavour. 34762|The summer passed, the autumn came, 34762|The white fog, like a shroud, 34762|Trailed round the hill; and all alone, 34762|Save the wan hills that knew no sound, 34762|The land, that had been bound. 34762|The birds kept singing, and the stars 34762|Were still with their light pale, 34762|And that night seemed a long, slow trail, 34762|When the moon was hanging high, 34762|And the air was heavy, and the sky 34762|Stood clear and pure and bright; 34762|And there had gone from my soul's sight 34762|A glimpse of the bright day 34762|Which was to have a lull to roll 34762|And shut out the next dull night. 34762|Then, as I sat, in my open door, 34762|The moon and the stars lay still, 34762|And the forest seemed a silver sea 34762|Of silver, whose waves of light 34762|Fringed its silver rim, and lay 34762|Like a gleam of silver, far away, 34762|Over the distant hill-- 34762|And all was hushed in its hushed delight 34762|By an angel, whose look was like the moon 34762|In the broad, glad, and airy element. 34762|And the first thing that moved your eyes 34762|Was the air that, though silent, you loved 34762|To see the fresh, fragrant freshet rise, 34762|Bending above your heart, or feeling it!-- 34762|And the same fair spot, you still may see 34762|On your eyes, and be sure to have loved you. 34762|What a little girl with a little heart! 34762|When, as in a dream, her dreams go by! 34762|And when, in the night,--when, in the dusk, 34762|You sit in the shade, she sends out her soul, 34762|And those dear eyes, in their dreams, that look 34762|At the light of life that has flown away,-- 34762|As a moth left its fold, or a star, that flies 34762|Unchangeable, through the pale bright space, 34762|To the peace that is near, while the stars are bright; 34762|--So, if they were stars, the star would be mine 34762|In the dark, in the dark,--not one of them shine, 34762|Only in a cloud,--but the one of them shine, 34762|Only on the clouds, in a moonlight, they shine. 34762|And yet--by that child, he only is left 34762|To wander alone. That's the secret--No! 34762|He is all--the star is enough, and he shone 34762|Among you, I see; and it lies there alone, 34762|But is gone--and the night, in a strange dark place, 34762|Is shut out from our eye. He is now at rest, 34762|He is not--your child--in a tomb, now, so rest. 34762|The sun is over us, our path will be steeped 34762|In darkness, I know; and our way will be plain 34762|To the land whence it sprung, where no shadow will fall, 34762|And the beautiful grass hides its bosom from sight; 34762|And a bird will have time to wing its flight 34762|To a leaf-bud, when day is done; and a flower, 34762|When it bursts its bloom on the evening air, 34762|Will be only a ray of the sunlight there. 34762|My child, who is safe, where no shadow will fall, 34762|Will be only a ray of the light of his ======================================== SAMPLE 242 ======================================== .] ‘The colour, and the voice of the god, and of what 2199|goddesses.’ 2199|Then the goddess, fleet as the wind, said: 2199|“Noble son of Hyrtacus, why not leave him and go with him? It 2199|may not be right here, of mortal men, who are making of this 2199|city a hateful day of sorrow; if our eyes be on them that we 2199|outlive them, the earth is so full of men. But those who have 2199|long been killed in the wrath of the Trojans, think not that 2199|Sarpedon will have honour before we slay him. He is valiant and 2199|hard of heart, and most men among the Danaans even if he fight 2199|him--and they that had been driven back on their ships. But if 2199|one may take the immortal armour of victory over the dead body, 2199|slain them all. They see no more the deeds of death of men, 2199|nor the fierceness of wounds, for they know not that they yet 2199|live, but that the living still more abode and die. 2199|Even so she spoke and they all believe that they have died. 2199|Therefore I will go and set the bell of bowing and of 2199|straining, and the ordering of the bell and the ordering of the 2199|bell, and behold, all the things of the plain. Whosoever 2199|sits in this city builds a mound in the land of Ascamemnon, 2199|thereupon he gives a lock of oxhide, and rings it round with a 2199|golden disc that is bound round it, and shows a furnace 2199|where flames ever more numerous and manifold are the 2199|fires of the day, and the fires of the twelve mariners. 2199|Thus it befel in later days for the rest of the Achaeans to 2199|have settled it, that the Trojans might begin to perish by 2199|leaving the narrow space between the ships and the sea. 2199|The rest, however, would yet more gladly have been laid at 2199|Ilius by the cunning workman Vulcan, with Vulcan at his side, 2199|and Mars by the cunning workman Vulcan. 2199|Thus it was willed. The Achaeans took the bell of oxhide, 2199|beside the wall and went its way, and stood in the middle of the 2199|"Alma Venus," said they all, "Hear me, ye gods, and well I 2199|will tell you. Achilles is dead, and we have slain him bravely in 2199|his tent. It was not that I saw him lying on the field awaiting 2199|fear and destruction I besought him; still he is within the 2199|cave, and the waves roll over him as though he were calling upon 2199|me, but now he is in the ship and the crew have no ships in 2199|their fleet, nor any that of the Achaeans are in the house; 2199|they are bringing fire to the ships, and they cannot take a 2199|full lightly enough without raising them; their vessels are 2199|lying before our men with their tramp as before, and let us take 2199|every one on our own track--while they are keeping aloof. 2199|Hither we will bear them safely, that we may take them up, 2199|with fire in abundance, and keep out of the city. 2199|But if we have now brought treasure and given our women to 2199|Hector, we will ransom him, and will set each of the women 2199|to his own home, keeping him off at this rate, while we stay 2199|with him to help us. Come, then, and do a thing as I bid you, 2199|that we may take his gifts with him, and that we be fain of 2199|assurance to him; we shall not suffer him to come to our 2199|So he, and they went on their way. But Hector rose not, nor 2199|Phoebus Apollo helmed him with the gift of mighty Hercules, for 2199|Alcimus of the counsels of Jove. 2199|Atrides made straight at him and said, "Good luck to the Danaan 2199|men for ======================================== SAMPLE 243 ======================================== , 1279|For she's the queen the yellow dirt, 1279|The yellow dirt, the yellow dirt, 1279|And theennaoss, a fairy dirt, 1279|An' theennaoss, a fairy dirt, 1279|An' theennaoss, a fairy dirt, 1279|For there's nae words I can ca' them oot 1279|To stap my skin, a wee or mair, 1279|For a' the gudes, for gentlemen 1279|Behave a tail, or a tail hair, 1279|For to get the tail, or sharpest twa 1279|For to get the tail, the bale, or thae 1279|For to get the tail, the bale, the tail." 1279|But to his humours' wail, 1279|The ae successful clamour shows, 1279|And many a social face grows white 1279|Wi' sma', and weel he thinks it wight, 1279|As to a people's a'; 1279|And he gies the auld folks' tangle weel, 1279|Like Highland wha in rockin' tree, 1279|Or Highland wha in tow, asleep, 1279|Wi' snaw-white caup's his flingin' thigh, 1279|Or Highland wha lies by. 1279|But to his auld friends ower yon hills, 1279|'Spite o' their humble worshipper, 1279|The ancient Clachan, wand'red still 1279|Frae door to threshold hied, 1279|Whare ance at herrin' heel there lay, 1279|The lovely dames, that dwelt about 1279|The banks aneath the braes, 1279|Had holtit me for thinking what 1279|Might comfort them a'. 1279|It may not be: nae honest thief; 1279|Few friends her love or fortune know; 1279|Nae honest-hearted; sic-like, few; 1279|Few books that comfort poor Mis Jean, 1279|Yet in her during days o' youth 1279|For counsel, wit, and truth. 1279|The cantie Bess, o' Ayr out-coursed, 1279|Has left her bed a' day; 1279|And Willie's heart is at the doors 1279|A' dancin' on the play: 1279|The tear fa's wi' his yellow hair, 1279|And Baby's dreary e'e; 1279|The ae fond kiss, the auld lang greet, 1279|He gies to me for dearie, O. 1279|She has a sister's air o' woe, 1279|Has speech of fiercest strife; 1279|She twa has wept in woman's bower 1279|And closed her een wi' life: 1279|The ae fond kiss, the auld lang greet, 1279|He gies to me for dearie, O. 1279|She has a sister's een o'er-ocked 1279|And broken faith an' fame; 1279|She has a sister's hazel brow, 1279|Has by her lovesome name: 1279|The ae fond kiss, the auld lang greet, 1279|He gies to me for dearie, O. 1279|She has a sister's air o' woe, 1279|Has wit, and sense to bear; 1279|She'll weel deserv'd, when we come hame, 1279|For earthly bliss, an' air: 1279|Wi' spotless foot, an' careless tongue, 1279|She's press'd the conscious conscious thane; 1279|And aye has won, although she's thresh'd, 1279|The lassie for her laneen whal': 1279|The ae fond kiss, &c. 1279|"O Mistress mine," says she, 1279|"O trust me, I'm your maid; 1279|And ne'er again care I 1279|What's more mischievous and said: 1279|To marry a simple swain, 1279|Or to engender fondest pain; 1279|O think on't, Miss, my Thomas hoo! ======================================== SAMPLE 244 ======================================== 42299|As if 'twere for a novel outrage 42299|That should be done in public eye, 42299|As by this bribe he might be caught 42299|He might be quite so prompt to flout 42299|That he might be an actor--says 42299|He'll be a actor! so 'tis thought. 42299|At this juncture of two fights 42299|There may be such a nervous thrust 42299|As to avoid a breach of faith 42299|And to avoid a serious bust, 42299|Which is of course a dangerous game, 42299|And as for that fine acting, 42299|Besides, the usual practice shown, 42299|To throw away the strong and fine, 42299|Like an old opera-pomp in fine. 42299|But to resume, I say to you, 42299|I will proceed with this excuse: 42299|You may be right when I display 42299|Such favour in regard of your 42299|Regard as mine is not amiss-- 42299|I am not very in a hurry, 42299|I should not now disgrace your name 42299|While I have my reward of glory 42299|For my good fortune's future fame. 42299|Of the old General's first campaign I can boast 42299|To be, at every post, like many a man and woman braced, 42299|The more because I'm now in the hands of my master 42299|That he'll never be right when he makes himself known, 42299|And his character's known in the story 42299|Of the old General. Then, while I recant, 42299|The making myself unfit to use my time and sense, 42299|And all that's useful in the world I can 42299|Make up for the service of this honest man, 42299|To come to New England and see his face, 42299|And tell him how England has made up her race, 42299|And where their regiment boasts its share 42299|Of civic honor and power and place, 42299|Of honor, dignity, and fame, 42299|All that's left to them to do, 42299|To the honest man and the true-- 42299|The old General! 42299|Now I must tell you what I saw 42299|In the old General's day of grace, 42299|When he and I were loosely fresh 42299|From some fine, costly perquisite 42299|That could be bought or could be bought, 42299|And were it not for my sweet friends 42299|To play the pranks of my gay scenes! 42299|He had a daughter was just such a pet, 42299|She was all to me good at her pier, 42299|And when she was married she made her father 42299|See, there she was, a fine perfect child, 42299|I did confess her in prosperity, 42299|And all with her care to the Crown 42299|Of our Southcotes. 42299|The same child was as fine a girl, 42299|No taller, no further than girls who can, 42299|And I never could see a grown up apple 42299|That was marked by the Cross on the Cross of St. George, 42299|And I never could see her on earth--no, no, no, no! 42299|But the neighbors came over to see me, 42299|And they ran from me with hounds and with hounds, 42299|Who thought of the very last news from a gun 42299|At that most renowned and celebrated visitor, 42299|To a man who had been shooting his own. 42299|And the news of the day. 42299|The Blue Cross Chief was a large ring-judge 42299|With a skin of ashen grey 42299|And the very great cross-rose in it 42299|Was opened for the show 42299|Just ere the Old Lion came out too, 42299|For a thunderstorm of the Northland, 42299|In the year the three hundred men stood together 42299|With the character at their head. 42299|And when they said, "Our good fellows," 42299|The Old Lion mounted his waggon, 42299|Bore the white and the blue feather 42299|Of a little too couched on the roof-tree top! 42299|It was a great sight in the open sight ======================================== SAMPLE 245 ======================================== , and in a breathless pause, 8187|Thus said, in accents half-reproachful:-- 8187|"Why, prithee, flit, and fly abroad, 8187|"Oh, fly in search of honey food,-- 8187|"A most superior, yester-morn!" 8187|He ceased, and vanished thro' the wood, 8187|While o'er the mountain's breast in calm repose 8187|The morn's light breath, as down he sank 8187|O'erwearied with his penitential throes: 8187|Then, as the morn with blushing ray 8187|Was passing o'er the uplands, o'er the mead 8187|Again descended, o'er the mountain wood, 8187|O'er the wild meadows,--so he saw, 8187|When o'er the lake, the last great glance of light, 8187|And paused abruptly where he stood, 8187|The rock of gold;--and now a glimmering cross 8187|Swayed o'er his brow: and lo, the sun was come! 8187|Fierce joy, and trembling awe! and fear for guilt 8187|And innocence, before that crucifix! 8187|Then, as the Sun's intensest beams were shed, 8187|He rose; and, lo, where Truth's proud temple stands 8187|High o'er the wave, so glorious and sublime 8187|That o'er the wave, like some fair orb, shone, 8187|Full of the beams of heavenly peace, the ray 8187|Of day; and on the minaret's soft moss 8187|Bright as the setting sun, that spans the stream 8187|Of heaven, she left its golden crown of flowers, 8187|Its vestments and its towers. On that sad scene 8187|That lone isle, the melancholy maid 8187|Looks on the prodigy, and thus she prays-- 8187|"The Lord, to give and to receive this day 8187|"All these, and many more such visitants 8187|"Would die in Caesar's cause, would perish there, 8187|"And all his honours--save the death of Rome. 8187|"And who, though late, the traitor's crimes had known? 8187|"The traitor's death and glory! who would stay 8187|"The slaves that loved him, and himself betrayed; 8187|"To him alone had given such power to prove 8187|"The rights of all, the rights of all, himself? 8187|"Nor is this all;--the chains that love has bound 8187|"To him that loveth; who that loves too well! 8187|"All thine and mine alike have felt the stroke 8187|"Of wicked hate;--thyself shalt know the fates, 8187|"And all beneath thy feet thy brother's lies. 8187|"Yet--no--not these, for crime's own guilt, have seen 8187|"That which was _law_, the fraud, the tyranny, 8187|"And even within the reach of Mercy's wing 8187|"There is but _one_ to bind us to the dust! 8187|"Thy voice alone, could cause some stray heart's sighs 8187|"To pass into thy presence; and if _this_ is, 8187|"Nor even in death itself,--thou _couldst_ look back 8187|"With but that look from _one_ who loved the past, 8187|"So _great_ is he, when loved--and love of _man_! 8187|"Yes--'twas a look too full of fondness:--now, 8187|"O blessed face! too pure, without a spot 8187|"Of that which _was_ thine earth--and that is love! 8187|"I will not, could I wish the worst to those 8187|"Whose hearts, whose thoughts were thine, to others still 8187|"As false, as false, as light--the false, and dull! 8187|"Yet have thy heart felt--nay, even in death, 8187|"When thou wert called away, and I a child 8187|"Who came to _one_--and went to _one_ instead. 8187|"Then, when the world was ======================================== SAMPLE 246 ======================================== s and the mirthful throng, 37371|That, as at night her wings she heaves, 37371|Still shall unfurl her plumes. 37371|And now the moon with fadeless beam 37371|Has flung her robes away. 37371|She leaves them now, she leaves them, too. 37371|(For aught remains to stay.) 37371|And now she seeks the lonely boat 37371|That had so much, and long, 37371|And with slow, weary, watchful might 37371|Comes round and takes her rest. 37371|And now she lies a watchman sent 37371|To one that she had seen; 37371|And now upon her eager brow 37371|She shares the thoughts that are, 37371|In thinking how she lives and reigns, 37371|The queen of visions, Queen of dreams, 37371|Whom Death must bring to her. 37371|And where the high-wrought mountain-snows 37371|Are golden in the noon, 37371|And where, in endless lines of light, 37371|The long sea-rollers chanting low 37371|At midnight from its branched height, 37371|With all the waves at their feet 37371|That only are far fleet, 37371|And that so strangely seems to be 37371|But shadowed on its crest; 37371|Or, whenever the great waters roll 37371|And the far sea-gulfs rest, 37371|They seem to break and fall like a funeral bell 37371|Upon the silent dead! 37371|It was a wild and lovely world, 37371|And in its midst was found 37371|The heart of Christ that was our own, 37371|That was our Lord and crowned. 37371|A lonely man, and old as Cain, 37371|His faith in God did hold, 37371|Yet loved the man as dearly as the most of all 37371|He did in all men's gold. 37371|He loved his man and poured out blessings from his hand 37371|In single brotherhood. 37371|Each morning he, his work done, 37371|Came home at night to his brother's place of death, 37371|And in the morning found, 37371|The man whom God had crowned. 37371|And on the morrow, wakened from his dream, 37371|He woke to find his new-found brother's face again. 37371|The weary man, repentant, came and went 37371|And left me with no song. 37371|The weary man filled up with bitterness 37371|That he could not divine, 37371|Yet hung the curse on his long head for gold, 37371|And strove to be as blind. 37371|He never loved a man but since God came, 37371|And his new friend was he. 37371|And yet God made the man of him a man 37371|And all men made a man. 37371|He was a man that was a man, 37371|And he, a man that was God's love, and he, 37371|And we, all souls, with nameless reverence 37371|He took in Christ's name, he. 37371|There's no God like to them. 37371|A man there can get no love in love 37371|And who can miss the love of God, 37371|And who can give love's gold to a man, 37371|If God be gold indeed. 37371|A man there is to guard the heart 37371|Of all the world, with God within 37371|To guide the road to God's, 37371|To keep the road to God's. 37371|A man there is to guard the breath 37371|Of life as it has crept into it 37371|And set it down to die, 37371|And keep the road to God's. 37371|A man there is to guard the peace 37371|That is not as a man and wise as his soul; 37371|Who has the whole of a man's soul in his hand 37371|Is better than God and a man's. 37371|He is the man of us. 37371|A man there is to guard the love 37371|That is not as a man and keeps no faith. 37371|A man there is to guard the truth of him, ======================================== SAMPLE 247 ======================================== to the skies:-- 4779|And the sky grew darker, darker and sadder, 4779|And the King took up his children--just as glad 4779|As those who have been glad! 4779|For when they saw light rushing o'er the water, 4779|"I want them!" sighed the King, "so come with me!" 4779|Thence on the breeze an orphan little dangled, 4779|And wandered the King and gazed upon her-- 4779|"Oh! what are you doing, lovely little woman?" 4779|They cried, and she told them of her love and pride; 4779|And then--a sadder, sadder, troublous story-- 4779|There would remain a deeper, dearer pain, 4779|And they knew that she was truly happy again. 4779|And one night as the King was singing for her 4779|"Please pardon--please look backwards!" cried the King, 4779|"Kiss me, my Queen, and let me look upon her!" 4779|He did not think that she was ill to look upon; 4779|He turned, and at the last, half-lipped, half-frowning, 4779|Did stoop and kiss her where she thought to lay her 4779|Down soft upon the bed, almost before her. 4779|There was no little boy to run and run 4779|But kissed her little feet, and pressed them softly 4779|About the little lips, and closed their kisses 4779|In kisses, as the King thought, "All this love is 4779|good to love." 4779|And in that night he told the story through, 4779|And all the trouble, as he thought, would end it-- 4779|"Oh! why did I come here to kiss her--why?" 4779|The King smiled, and her lips were as straight as the sky 4779|The moon that sleeps upon the sea; 4779|And he said, "My little one, what else would you do?" 4779|"I cannot think, my little one, why you would let me 4779|Go down in the dark-blue air, and sleep on mother's breast; 4779|I'd rather be a bare tree rocking on down in the tree, 4779|Than be forever idle rest." 4779|A little maiden kissed the little one, a little priest, 4779|The little flower I love, 4779|And they both went singing softly to the door, 4779|One in the other, through. 4779|Yet I sat so still without a thing, 4779|My sweetest, sweetest bird was I; 4779|My little singing bird, how could I sing or sing, 4779|To keep your love with me? 4779|The snow had gone away, the snow was not for me, 4779|It was not pure snow yet! 4779|I heard the wind sigh, "If you were fair," 4779|My sweetest rose-leaf said; 4779|"If you are fairest, no one care," 4779|Your flower-leaf said. 4779|The snow was not for me, the white snow piled above, 4779|For you and me it would not go--I loved you but to love. 4779|The spring was not for me, the birds were all for love; 4779|I bowed my head to you, and said, "Stay with me by my love, 4779|For I am not like you, surely, and I cannot live with you, 4779|I am not good and gay, and people say I are a jolly crew, 4779|"But the sky hangs low, and the winds blow low, and the ice 4779|is dreary for ever." 4779|O, it was winter in the soft blue summer morning, 4779|But we were weary and went home--we had plenty of play, 4779|But I went home. 4779|My dearest dear, take down this little flower, 4779|And bind it with my golden chain; 4779|The chain is broken, the chain is loosed, 4779|For that is freedom, peace, and rest-- 4779|I keep it for you and for all mankind. 4779|And so forget yourself and me. 4779|Let other hands reach out above you, 4779|Your hands that touch me, soft and fair, 4779 ======================================== SAMPLE 248 ======================================== , as they sing the dirge of peace or love. 7164|'Praise God!' he said; 'but I will praise the Lord, 7164|If I can hear the organ's voice, and crave 7164|Good approbation of my choice.' 7164|He sang while his love-laden cheeks were wet 7164|With tears and kisses sweet. 7164|In the day of his singing, the church-bell rang, 7164|The bells were ringing, and on the way 7164|The music rang. 7164|O, it was good to hear the people's feet 7164|Sound in the town from far and wide, 7164|They, under his window-sill, 7164|Would peep and peep in through the window-sill-- 7164|But no light heart was at his side. 7164|The window's voice--it was full long ago, 7164|The people's voice he did not hear. 7164|For at that moment strange, wild ecstasy 7164|O'er bounded fancy woke. 7164|The father stood beside the father's couch-- 7164|'Alas,' he said, 'the night has come 7164|And made my bed seem cold; 7164|But I am very old. 7164|The rising moon, beyond the western gates, 7164|Fled and forgotten shines, 7164|And yet the moon shines through, 7164|As through those open window-panes 7164|She saw his soul pass on. 7164|The father bowed, and with a sad embrace 7164|Fell on his darling's form, 7164|While he held her breath to his throbbing heart: 7164|'O God,' he said, 'I do not feel thy hand, 7164|But thou hast given me life; 7164|O God,' he said, 'this is a good release, 7164|And I would have my child to bless 7164|For evermore in this wide world of strife 7164|That all for which I yearneth. 7164|Ah, could I, God, once enter this poor life, 7164|And with thy blessing take me! 7164|If I could see with God, and in Thy sight, 7164|I would believe in Thee; 7164|If then these weary years, and day by day, 7164|Would bring me hovering near 7164|The loved, sad flowers, the flowerless weary May, 7164|God grant I might behold 7164|My darling, but not feel as happy, kind, 7164|Nor know that she is cold or changed, or changed. 7164|I know not if I loved her more and more, 7164|I know not if I loved her much the more. 7164|Her heart is spotless as a flower at night, 7164|And 'mid these mortal thoughts I seem to see 7164|The reflex splendours of a brightened life 7164|Which had else dwelt with all the world for me. 7164|I never felt her purer breath my own, 7164|Nor in my own depth learned to comprehend 7164|The mingling woe which from her heart was poured; 7164|And yet I mourn her in my lonely grief, 7164|Lamented for her like some homeless wind 7164|Which from a cloud doth scatter on the sight, 7164|While 'neath the dim and fainting clouds it doth alight. 7164|How beautiful is Death! In him is seen 7164|The noblest work that men make glorious: 7164|To see no beauty save through his being's birth, 7164|And live in him a hero and a cast! 7164|Death is the greatest act in life, I trow, 7164|And his who gazes through his lofty crown. 7164|But in the living death doth come to birth 7164|A presence sad that makes all beauty less. 7164|What will it be when beauty is all gone? 7164|Will it through men's hands make man more blest? 7164|When it is found the starry beauty passes 7164|Like shadows o'er the clouds that float and pass, 7164|And in its motion earth's majestic measure 7164|Is changed to something that is more than air. 7164|He must look down on earth with sorrow stricken, 7164|For he must see ======================================== SAMPLE 249 ======================================== |As though the spirit of the sea-maids were 33686|In the white wave's furs of amethyst, 33686|And when the sea doth meet the sun 33686|In such an ocean of sea-murk, 33686|So let thy soul be so confessed 33686|As to pass forth and sea-ward with thee there, 33686|And rise upon the world's autumnal 33686|Evening, and leave its last-born 33686|Sunset, the season of great flowers, 33686|And no all-but-sun for flying, 33686|Yet ever be thou new when it is old 33686|And in thy presence new the earth-- 33686|Sun, the soul and sense of all things living: 33686|And for thy spirit life new hours 33686|And endless days, with all free gifts 33686|And lilies of the sea-born breeze, 33686|And with all free things of the sea 33686|Of God's light change and change, 33686|Time's soul--all this--all this is life. 33686|With all of which my soul hath sought 33686|The last, the least, the dearest, and least bought, 33686|All things have sought the world of thee, 33686|All, all my soul hath loved. And yet, 33686|Even as it knows this and not knows, 33686|Even as thyself, so know I this, 33686|Thee, God, my Love, all others am, 33686|All others am, all others am. 33686|With that sweet sense of being alone 33686|As with that sense of being possessed 33686|Of which life is the life of being, 33686|The soul is, wholly like God's consciousness, 33686|Body and spirit; each in its body, 33686|Allbody free of body, all mind free 33686|Of spirit, spirit whence at first it was. 33686|Thus bound in flesh, thus made of sense 33686|By blind conjecture of a sense 33686|Which is not soul, in soul is all 33686|The body and spirit of all things. 33686|Two things there are which God doth bless 33686|With sanctity of soul, a soul 33686|Of grosser clay, a body pure 33686|Of human-body, in the form, 33686|The eyes, the soul of sense; and twines 33686|In links invisible the arms of death; 33686|While being in the breath of sense 33686|Is the soul reared and being the head 33686|Of man. 33686|There is no flesh, no life, no thought 33686|Dropt from the spirit which doth seek 33686|And woo its life to be a rose 33686|In bloom, a lily in the wind 33686|Which is the wind of thought hath been, 33686|And hath the sense of purer fire 33686|In all things which therein are wrought; 33686|So much so much the love of thought 33686|And loveliness of heart by which 33686|All creatures are inherenced, nought 33686|Dead the first soul of things. A thing 33686|Which has its end and hath its end, 33686|Which hath its end and hath its end, 33686|Not even to the fleshly sense, 33686|Where beauty is ideal, is the soul 33686|Dream-fragrant of the soul it is, 33686|Whose body is the body's light! 33686|If I were only now 33686|For a little hour's time, 33686|And then for an hour of peace, 33686|How I would be at peace! 33686|But the time's the time for peace, 33686|And I feel it would not be; 33686|And my life grows less and less 33686|Than I have lived for a span; 33686|And I would sit no longer here 33686|With the drop of blood in my vest. 33686|You have made it a forehead, fair, 33686|And its shoulder is fair. 33686|And you know the ways you have made it, 33686|You have left it the head of the head. 33686|If I could be there any more, 33686|For I know it must be dead, 33686|And the soul that was ======================================== SAMPLE 250 ======================================== , 35479|Who by the stormy main bore 35479|All life's sad scenes before, 35479|Where to his task a slave still gave his life-work, 35479|Forgetting all that cares for man's turmoil, 35479|His children's cry alone,-- 35479|Whose life, on mountain, field, and flood, 35479|From hour to hour he gave up birth, 35479|And life, with all its cares and troubles, 35479|In patience passed away. 35479|His greatness grew to height of power. 35479|And he a poet was, too long, 35479|And in a song or chant he sang 35479|Of God--and man was made for song. 35479|His praise, too, filled the land with song. 35479|And still the land may live till time 35479|Shall come and teach the rustic lay 35479|What peace, what quiet, free from crime. 35479|And as his song grew unto day, 35479|He wrote from day to fleeting day-- 35479|And all the lands by sun and shower 35479|Could tell of him with mind in flower. 35479|For what he said of mass and creed, 35479|Of struggles and of victories, 35479|Of truth, of Christ, and faith, of God, 35479|Were all revealed before his eyes. 35479|He saw the land the free sun see, 35479|The sea the free sun homes; 35479|He saw the lonely fisher's home 35479|Beneath the mountain-side; 35479|And he was led, the rugged band 35479|From land beloved and known afar. 35479|His soul in them still dwelt, and he 35479|In love of God alone could see. 35479|They knew his thoughts, which erst had been 35479|Made clear to earthly eyes; 35479|And to their ear his own word came 35479|The word of Christ proclaims his name. 35479|He spoke of these, the last and best, 35479|And all the glory of his love, 35479|And the first faith that was so clear 35479|And wonderful within him shone, 35479|That in his bosom he felt the power 35479|Of Him who drew their lives from flower. 35479|And he remembered the holiest hour 35479|He ever tasted yet-- 35479|That first, most holy eve on which 35479|He passed that sacred eve on which 35479|The dead are sleeping evermore, 35479|In the land they loved in vain. 35479|And there a voice swept 'round him, crying-- 35479|"A soldier, comrade, hast thou died? 35479|"The stricken soul is buried there, 35479|"No more--then, take thy sword and spear." 35479|But through the dark and cold night-tide 35479|She raised her head and saw him standing 35479|Above the sleeping foe, beside 35479|The soldier's dark and rueful eyes, 35479|As God stood with the last and first, 35479|In the dark to watch from out the clouds 35479|The moon-horned shepherd's sacrifice. 35479|And then she raised her eyes to him 35479|And with a great tear breathed his name; 35479|"Forgive my sin," she said; "and save 35479|My glory in the field I have tried! 35479|Forgive, O Father, father, child, 35479|I will forgive and will forgive, 35479|And if I die upon my knee 35479|Thou wilt forgive and will forgive." 35479|The soldier lifted up his eyes, 35479|And saw a woman's face--a moon 35479|Between two dark, dark brows and cheeks, 35479|That smiled with woman's love and power. 35479|The woman saw her face but once. 35479|"I knew thy heart," she said, "I knew 35479|Thy love had been my death, and thou 35479|Hast been my solace, O my son!" 35479|And now she raised her eyes to him 35479|And turned to him, and said in his face, 35479|"Thy heart was broken and thy hand 35479|Was heavy and thou hadst spent 35479|All that thy strength might have and ======================================== SAMPLE 251 ======================================== |To the home of the brave--and there was a fight, 13647|'Twas there fought on the Border, the bold and the free-- 13647|There was Peace on the Coast, and the bold and the free. 13647|Now War at the doors of Dungannon was riven, 13647|And blood and pursuit had been spilled on the heath; 13647|And far on the ocean the red clansmen hounded, 13647|And fled to the mountains beyond the heath. 13647|'Twas evening, and campward the sentinels hovered, 13647|Their shadows grew faint on the windy hill; 13647|When a lance that they cast on a Border Knight yielded 13647|A shock that was crushing his hand and will. 13647|And there was a yell and a yell through the darkness, 13647|A roar as of waters below and above; 13647|As up through the moorland the red clansmen hovered, 13647|They fled to the mountains beyond the heath. 13647|And there rose up on the moorland the hoary 13647|Castellan elder and axe and brand; 13647|And still as the evening grew stiller, and dimmer, 13647|The castellan brothers rush'd hand in hand. 13647|'And there rose a yell and a yell through the darkness, 13647|A sound as of martial men without doom; 13647|As loud as the torrents he rush'd to the heather, 13647|Or booming of waters came gushing the gloom. 13647|'There rose a yell and a yell through the darkness, 13647|A wind as of waters around and above; 13647|As fast as the rain-drops the seaward-bound willess 13647|Glided down to her haven of Love. 13647|'She rose to her feet and she wavered her bill, 13647|With a rush and a roar as they crashed through the foam, 13647|With the ship's and the forest her bones to lay kill, 13647|And they swam to their homes like a midsummer home; 13647|And deep was the cry of their sons on the deep, 13647|For they heard not the voices that called to their sleep 13647|The ghostly still voice of the belovëd Dead, 13647|The lisp of the waves on the wind-beaten shore, 13647|The low sound of voices that fainted before. 13647|'And there rose up on them from the embers' long dead 13647|A voice as of waters approaching them home; 13647|A form as of Mary of Scotland's own land, 13647|To sing of the graves of the brave of old time, 13647|And gaze on the face of the good men of Gaul. 13647|'And next to the hill-side was heard a wild shriek, 13647|With the cry of a torrent in answer to some; 13647|A yell from the vale of Loch Lomond, o'erhung 13647|With the wild-cry of agony, surges among; 13647|While louder than surf on the sounding shore is, 13647|Or the voice of the dead in the chimney of Carron, 13647|From out of the hills like an echo of bourn. 13647|They fled to the bourn of Loch Lomond whole years; 13647|And there came to the mother to tell them of One, 13647|Who held in his hand a gold cup in her joy, 13647|A cup of the heather, the foam of the bone; 13647|While the mother's heart, like a harp, was all tone 13647|With a strain of delight from the banquet to come. 13647|'The women were there that shone like the stars; 13647|And the boy that was born in the forests was there; 13647|From the red-rock groves of the heather waves steamed, 13647|The boy of the hill was a rock without walls; 13647|He dwelt in the rock of the torrent's strong swell-- 13647|The rock from whose base a torrent is down; 13647|And the boy that was born in the valley of Gong, 13647|By the bonniest flood is a swinger of wells. 13647|'And high is the mountain, with torrents most wild, 13647|And the boy that was fainting and ======================================== SAMPLE 252 ======================================== |Thousand-folded stars the peaks unceasing hold; 35260|A thousand thousand voices rise; 35260|I see the gulfs that silent night-clouds weave, 35260|I see the gulfs of ocean darken in the sight, 35260|I see the spirits of all souls that go to heaven, 35260|I see the silent stars of those beloved fires, 35260|I see the planets, those eternal constellations, 35260|I see all kinds of living souls that move, 35260|I see the deathless stars of those beloved fires, 35260|I see the world, the unknown and frozen lands of the earth; 35260|I see the rivers, and the oceans and the stars, 35260|I see the old, unknown nations, and the new, 35260|I see the spirits and all life and deathless laws, 35260|I see the fable, and what they were they are, 35260|I see the men and customs of the earth and ocean, 35260|I see the stars above and the celestial fires below, 35260|I see the pathos of all souls that travel to the end, 35260|I see the eternal passings and return of the same lights, 35260|I see the unfathomable passings of the same lights, 35260|I see the longings for all lives that run, 35260|I see the eternal passings of the eternal passings, 35260|I see the eternal passings and return of the same lights, 35260|The eternal movement, and the eternal language, the eternal language, 35260|Celia, mistress of my life, 35260|Celia, mistress of my fate, 35260|Celia, mistress of my life, 35260|Celia, mistress of my fate, 35260|Come down from heaven to me, 35260|Come down from heaven to me, 35260|Come down from heaven to me, 35260|Come down from heaven to me, 35260|Come down from heaven to me, 35260|Come down from heaven to me, 35260|Come down from heaven to me, 35260|I looked for you in vain, 35260|I gazed for you in vain, 35260|I looked for you in vain, 35260|I looked for you in vain, 35260|I looked for you in vain, 35260|I looked for you in vain, 35260|I looked for you in vain, 35260|I looked for you in vain, 35260|I looked for you in vain, 35260|I looked for you in vain, 35260|I looked for you in vain, 35260|I looked for you in vain, 35260|I looked for you in vain, 35260|But look to it again, 35260|Look to it, and behold, 35260|Now that I see you plain, 35260|Now that my sight is dim, 35260|Now that I see in him 35260|Now that he is alone, 35260|Now that he plays his part, 35260|Now that his voice is his, 35260|Now that the harmony 35260|All the rest measures up, 35260|All the rest moves then according, 35260|All the rest is mine to be. 35260|O mistress mine, how good is man, 35260|O mistress mine, how fine his nature, 35260|O perfect woman, perfect woman! 35260|How noble a simplicity he is, 35260|How haughty his nature and his way of life, 35260|How lofty his language and his port, 35260|How worthy of reverence and love, 35260|Of having made, and to have done, a thing 35260|I cannot well make any more my own. 35260|Now come, my friend, let me tell you 35260|His name, and his possessions, too, 35260|All gone to make of his title a subject for use. 35260|I see a noble and good estate, 35260|I see a little child, you and I, 35260|I, a little child, you and I. 35260|What's that that you hear on the stair? 35260|What is that you hear on the ground? 35260|What makes you look at the door? 35260|What makes you look at the hall? 35260|What makes you look at the hall? 35260|What makes ======================================== SAMPLE 253 ======================================== , who, though full of years, 1382|And in no time of artless ease, 1382|And in the eyes of simple men, 1382|Lives in his heart as in the years; 1382|He is a man of thoughtful mood, 1382|Of quiet spirit and sublimity, 1382|Who, in the morning of his years, 1382|Sits by the bedside, and lives pleasantly. 1382|He, in his country's atmosphere, 1382|Whose country is his father, sits; 1382|The good man's son inherits lands. 1382|In him, the great man thrives; and in 1382|The father, he the son doth hold. 1382|He has the guardian spirit, and 1382|The spirit ward and mate. And he 1382|Lives with the mother of the son. 1382|Thus have his virtues holden up 1382|The lofty rapture which they feel 1382|When they to perfect manhood come. 1382|But man is but a dream, a fable; 1382|A shadowy land of song and story, 1382|A land where the immortal dream 1382|May dwell eternal and unbroken. 1382|We are boys who plod the way, 1382|With God above to do their part. 1382|We are not far from the heart. 1382|But we have seen the sunset's glory, 1382|And the morning's fiery breath. 1382|We are boys who plod at night, 1382|While still a song for us is sung, 1382|To sing a song of light. 1382|Ours are the words which should be sung 1382|By that which lives and lives again. 1382|But we are boys when naught is said; 1382|Though we are boys we cannot say. 1382|We are boys, who have not learned 1382|That ancient lies which heroes say. 1382|We are boys, who shared in song 1382|The common gift of power and place, 1382|And we are boys when naught is said. 1382|We are boys, who through the years 1382|Upward may urge, but not by ken, 1382|But by men's minds and by men's ears, 1382|We are boys, who look through men. 1382|We are boys, who on the day 1382|Lit up the golden fires of youth, 1382|And in the evening's broken rays 1382|See holy fires for which the heart 1382|Looks down in pity, and foregoes 1382|The solemn gift of quietude; 1382|We are boys, who, on the day 1382|With patience and unwearied feet 1382|Have sought the shelter of the light, 1382|Have learned submission and been taught 1382|The patient labor of the hands 1382|That in the day's work have assailed. 1382|We are boys, we are men, who once 1382|Sought out the gifts which man could find. 1382|No harvest field of wheat or corn 1382|Is ours for them that plod the path, 1382|But we are for the best of men, 1382|We are like the sons we plod the boys, 1382|We are boys, who toiled through day to day, 1382|And have the task that was to be 1382|A father unto fellow-beings, 1382|When neither gold nor power was worth 1382|The trying. 1382|We are boys, who from our youth 1382|Had grown to manhood's rarest flowers. 1382|We are friends of every kind; 1382|Each of us gave the hand he had. 1382|We are the sons of noble hearts, 1382|By right of birth not false deceit. 1382|We are not base and popular. 1382|We are always true to worth. 1382|We are not false to fortune, 1382|But we retain the secret trace 1382|Of our undying strength. 1382|We are true to life's old lesson. 1382|We have a right to God and truth. 1382|We are true to faith's old lesson. 1382|The dawn is red to noon, 1382|And I am not the noon,-- 1382|Oh ======================================== SAMPLE 254 ======================================== of the soul's best gifts; and even so 3168|The spirit's self was with the man to serve, 3168|And had a kindly interest in the grain 3168|The world laid open. 'Twas a fair day yet! 3168|My mother had her son, the pretty boy, 3168|And this was true as honest men may dream: 3168|But she was just a sober, good-natured soul, 3168|As God made us all know our own soul at home, 3168|And her own soul in him, and he and he 3168|Were neighbors, and when husbandmen drew nigh 3168|Each other's trade was to make our life one scare 3168|From the old game of gnats and flies and flies. 3168|The boy took her, and she was not wise 3168|To try and plead as on our deed. 3168|He said that he was glad in a little while, 3168|And longed to be a husband to the fair, 3168|And she to conquer pain and care, 3168|And so on earth a willing wife made he 3168|The one the other. And the boy sat there 3168|With joy all ready for the dark of life, 3168|And the boy's sweet smile glittered in his eyes 3168|And in his heart the love of wife, 3168|And all the gentle winning ways of wife; 3168|And then he saw her in the quiet room. 3168|Her heart had turned ere he could think of her. 3168|But when the next man came he still would say 3168|"I've seen my girl before, that she is dead!" 3168|He'd say "she's surely past and gone," and say 3168|"She was my daughter, and I am her own!" 3168|She was his wife--and now 'twas growing dark! 3168|For now he did not care for them or him. 3168|No matter how hard they were--they both were gone. 3168|At last the boy chose something and he put it 3168|And put it in the chair. 3168|The girl arose and said, 3168|"I am your wife; and the man's like those who live!" 3168|The man was dressed and his hand felt strangely queer. 3168|He put the book and laid it in the chair. 3168|Then he stared up at her with a piercing stare, 3168|And he wondered for his wonder: once again 3168|Had such a strange conceit. He seemed to know 3168|She was not dead yet, and she looked so cold and wan, 3168|And now and then that father stared at her 3168|As if he knew she was alive and dead. 3168|The room was burned, and the fire burning red.... 3168|So still they were in ashes and in gloom; -- 3168|The room was silent, but the sun shone bright 3168|Over a dying ember: silent room.... 3168|His wife, with a face at the ring of white 3168|That would burn in the walls as a red-bead candle. 3168|The flame that flashed from the coals in a red jet 3168|Burned into a little face, and was lit 3168|Not till the last rose faded in the grate. 3168|There was a face beside him, and a head 3168|That trembled down against his face and hair. 3168|"There is a woman here that was my son," 3168|A thin voice breathed, and the pale face aghast 3168|Looked up into his eyes and said, 3168|'Tis her child's soul that brings a memory. 3168|But they that come in darkness all too soon 3168|Will see her face and weep her little cause: 3168|She was not born to be the first of men 3168|That I who saw her was but a blind chancerer. 3168|It was not I that made the morning light; 3168|It was I that made my father rise and tell 3168|His dream, and I who saw an empty shell 3168|That was cold as a corpse and white as a sheet. 3168|It was not I that made the evening bright; 3168|It was I that made the morning wind so sweet! 3168|It was not I that made the midnight blithe ======================================== SAMPLE 255 ======================================== : _Vitæ sæpe sedes_; id élgula procul 38174|dicetur: _Vitæ sæpe tenax Didymus._ 38174|_The King of the Dyksdale_ I. Prometheus 38174|here is made εἶγαζος, or here: _Thebes_, or thine. 38174|_Argonauts_ (_i.e._ on the wing, Όὶσφισα) is an 38174|already established ruling of the supreme mind: for the 38174|order of the great, or even the eternal will of the 38174|blessed pow'rs, are one with the universal light of 38174|all, equally from the birth unto the death, from the same 38174|beginning of the course and conjoined_; to which when 38174|confined, the whole of the day being after God in order, 38174|which should follow the next month, when heaven first had 38174|began to show forth in glory the new light of heaven. 38174|_Opus Enipeos Merco_ (_i.e._, p. 5) is a passage taken from 38174|_Oenotium_, lib. III, _Oenotium_, lib. iii. 38174|_Oenotium_, lib. iv. 38174|_Oenotium_, lib. i. pp. 92 and confirm, that the word 38174|is _an_, it is also used in the sense of _o_. and 38174|when it applies to ships, the wind becomes a sea. It 38174|takes an overflow on the side of the sea, and becomes 38174|a tempest-cloud, then again sinks upon its sea, and 38174|wells there below, with all the rest of them gathered round 38174|toward the coast. And this is very probably one of those 38174|that are on the coast who are near it. 38174|_Oenotium_, lib. i. 38174|_Oenotium_, lib. i. 38174|_Pana_, to go into the wilderness, and thence to the top of the 38174|preceding place of the high mountain, whose top is of a 38174|high mountain, which turns it round and round, and is the top 38174|of a green fount that flows through a cleft of holm, is a 38174|great fount, full of water, which is called the Fount of 38174|Immunar. It is impossible to know why the water is so 38174|name, so that a stone can be formed of a porphyry. The 38174|_Raptur_, and also see that the water is still privileged from 38174|within a well and pure well, for there are no rocks in it, 38174|as there are no great rivers to be seen, nor doves to be 38174|perchance found nowhere to resort. 38174|_Oenotium_, lib. i. 38174|_Pausanias_, lib. i. 38174|_Pasitur_, to go into the wilderness, to wander through the 38174|fray-fires of the wicked, to have the good of the bad._ 38174|_Priscian_, cf. Barley, _Preface_, inc. i. p. transgressor. 38174|_Priscian_, etc. Yet is there _one_ place wherein we may 38174|worse than this. 38174|_Psalm_, to make supplication to the Guardian of our 38174|Lord, to enable him to be carried into banishment. 38174|_Priscian_, etc. Here the passage is somewhat briefly 38174|English, whereas Anglo-Saxon, perhaps Latin rather than 38174|Greek, and perhaps Latin, is not so partici-ed in 38174|this place. It is not so in Too English. It is not so in 38174|England, where we cannot find any such place as this; but, in 38174|_Imos. serv. Philipus_, father of the Florentine, is my 38174|brother, there is not a town so large as Plymouth. This is 38174|_Pol. 539, etc._, the _Baron_, etc. 38174|_ ======================================== SAMPLE 256 ======================================== |To where we shall discourse to-morrow, 23684|While the moon comes up with cloudless brow, 23684|And our hearts, O! where shall we be now? 23684|Shall we talk of love's long sorrows? 23684|Shall we hide the beauty which we know? 23684|Shall we search, like woodmen, through strange places, 23684|For the mystical pale face of the new-born snow? 23684|Nay, but we shall find it in that Garden 23684|Which so lately in our being drew 23684|Its first sweet breath from the green Earth 23684|To bless the Earth--the beautiful, the true, 23684|The Love whose radiant brows did halo 23684|The World! It was an April sound 23684|That through the budding roundness round 23684|A solitary thrush was heard 23684|Whistling its way all day. 23684|And, when the dark had ceased to ring, 23684|The song went forth again, 23684|And o'er the world, in carmine dim 23684|The star of evening burned. 23684|When o'er the hush of evening fell 23684|A low voice sung at set of sun, 23684|And, oh! how soft did it come down 23684|Ere the warm splendors lay! 23684|The rain! the rain! the gray rain, 23684|Dews up the grass, and over the trees it slowly fell. 23684|The dew! the rain! the rain! 23684|The blue lake, like a fairy lake, 23684|Seemed ever to laugh and to make the clouds more black. 23684|In a little open glen, 23684|Where the boughs were bare, the boughs did stir; 23684|And there, with a sudden sign 23684|Of life, the belfry caught and beat, 23684|And swung round the little open glen; 23684|And--oh! how bitter the loneliness is here! 23684|Yet, if you will not love me, 23684|If, when the rain comes by, 23684|You will not care to see, 23684|Through the sweet-scented sycamore tree, 23684|The little rain-drop on the roof, 23684|The soft, wet grass on the floor, 23684|Or the warm, wet turf on the floor, 23684|If you will love me, love me more-- 23684|I shall not care for you now. 23684|Here where the little clouds are sailing in the sky, 23684|And where the little rain-drops swarm along the grass, 23684|Each day the little clouds have taken from the sun 23684|Their blue and purple. 23684|And here, through summer evenings, when the rain is done, 23684|In the shade or in the sunshine, I can hear the rain, 23684|And watch the clouds go by, and catch the butterflies, 23684|Like little children, blowing in from far and near, 23684|But always turning from them. 23684|And here at the edge of the woods, when the rain is done, 23684|I see the little rain-drop fly aloft in the sun, 23684|With a sleepy, sleepy sound to whisper and to flit away, 23684|And away to the woods in the marshy hollows of it. 23684|The little rain-drop?... 23684|Already the sky is roofed,--the little rain is humming, 23684|And the bright drops, softly falling, fall on the grassy bed, 23684|And away to the woods in the marshy hollows of it. 23684|Oh! better to meet with you, 23684|Where you used to be, 23684|And never drink coffee, 23684|Than sit on your living tea, 23684|Thinking of Heaven and Hell, 23684|While the rain has taken shell, 23684|Thinking of nothing but--well-- 23684|Will you go to Paradise? 23684|Till the rain is ended, 23684|And the sky is above, 23684|And the clouds are descended, 23684|And the rain is endeared, 23684|Then I say: "She is coming, softly, softly, so-- 23684|I have followed all her steps but for herself ======================================== SAMPLE 257 ======================================== on his soul, his lips apart, 25340|As yet, his thoughts of God. 25340|'But thou wilt crush the serpent, False, 25340|Which loves to vex us more than Death; 25340|And even as we are doomed to feel, 25340|This very noon, this night, 25340|A finger on the ivory neck 25340|Laid to her lips, where through the rift 25340|A starlight murmurs, bright and brief, 25340|As from the sky of Heaven 25340|Streams down the Day of Love through it, 25340|So will I rend the serpent from him.' 25340|In his hands he clasped, with trembling grasp; 25340|But the youth looked up and hearkened, 25340|And lo, above the broken chasm 25340|A crystal arrow flashed, 25340|And the soul struck it, and the darkness rolled. 25340|Then to the marble heart he said, 25340|'O Love, lie still and sleep, 25340|And be thy worship night and day; 25340|For ever rest, for ever pray, 25340|Beneath the evening, on thy couch 25340|Of marble, marble white.' 25340|E'en so the voice of Timeton, the Angel-Queen, 25340|Went forth; and now as from a dream in death 25340|She wandered into the Temple; and there, 25340|Among the worshippers of the dead, 25340|And at her shrines, 'tis said, the gods among, 25340|In marble hewn, beside her, the night-long 25340|Sang of Alecto; and the vision changed 25340|That from the statue looked on her alone. 25340|'The stone, the marble! Is the stone thy gift?' 25340|Was ever thy statue so? 25340|'Tis of a truth, but nothing of earth's gift; 25340|A light, too bright, that might not shine for me. 25340|It was the stone by Cadmus visited, 25340|A crown of thorns about his forehead curled. 25340|And it was like a god, and he became 25340|Of all most miserable men, 25340|Worshipped and outraged in his single grief. 25340|The Poet raised her from the pool, 25340|And looked on her, and breathed her so, 25340|A woman with no sorrow on her face, 25340|And no long weeping; and this speech began: 25340|'I am Maeteric, that Maeteric maid 25340|Who, mindful of the former time that passed, 25340|In quiet places, and in piteous pain, 25340|Sang of my name, and singed it evermore. 25340|'I am my sister: my sire's sire was I: 25340|And I have come into my palace now: 25340|For one kiss's space I have passed in vain, 25340|And yet, that moment, her embrace is this. 25340|She is so pitiful with open arms, 25340|And so enthralls me with her passion-flower. 25340|'O ye, my mother, wherefore do ye weep? 25340|Is not the wretched blossom-grappled thing 25340|The tender orphan for his father's sake? 25340|Why do they grieve, and with their hearts contrite 25340|Curse her, and bring her hither gladly back? 25340|'Who hath not heard, how cruel and unkind 25340|Abide the happy family of thy son? 25340|The father's father is so desolate 25340|And widowed, that an orphan is not his: 25340|If he would learn that she is doubly poor, 25340|His orphan's father--but she is so poor.' 25340|'O mother, mother, O my father dear, 25340|I pray thee let me know, where I may learn,' 25340|She cried, and went to tell the stranger-man 25340|Her mother's welcome, and with sorrowing look: 25340|'There is no touch of heaven upon thy soul, 25340|Though no kiss be it of love, or love of hate. 25340|Thy mother in her sorrow, mother of thee,-- 25340|When thou hast learned that she is but the child ======================================== SAMPLE 258 ======================================== ? And not even thou, king Magnus, 8820|That art the author of all this war; 8820|No, not for all thy rifled goods; 8820|And not because thine own are bought 8820|Who didst for thee avenge the murder done; 8820|Or, rather, lest this hand should taste 8820|A punishment set in price too great. 8820|What! 'Tis enough that now thy name 8820|Should stand up in the world's esteem; 8820|It is enough that thou shouldst claim 8820|A greater triumph ere thy Caesar's dream. 8820|Yea, even that very fate which drave 8820|Me to the scaffold of thy pride, 8820|Let Fortune's fall, though fall in death, 8820|Or careless rust lay by the sword, 8820|Have strength to bear what Fate shall ask. 8820|Not triumph for a while, but grief, 8820|Not victory, but defeat, nor gain, 8820|Not fame. The victory is not brief! 8820|Still is the path that leads thereto; 8820|Still is the path that points to thee. 8820|Yea, though the ranks of life were black 8820|With blood and traitors at thy feet, 8820|Thy brothers, brave in heart and limb, 8820|Will rise, and stand, and triumph there. 8820|And thou, who yet hast stood in hope, 8820|With steadfast heart, and mind above, 8820|Hast felt thy soul once more cling up 8820|To thy immortal master love. 8820|For thou canst see with tranquil eyes 8820|Thy lord depart, the patriot band, 8820|As to thy God the holy prize, 8820|From whom that power hath ceased to stand. 8820|And who art thou, that hast attained? 8820|Yea! We are none, but friends and lords, 8820|And for a while, the cause we mourn. 8820|Is there not summons to be shared? 8820|No more than silence, calm or strife? 8820|For what is this?--that all things have 8820|A secret power, which Time can never snare; 8820|A hope that fears not death, nor fears not time. 8820|What is it, then? The gods of our endeavor, 8820|Who build this tower against the sun and moon, 8820|Will speak to him, and bid him not be shrivelled. 8820|Is there no answer in the prayers thou gavest? 8820|Nay, if thou wouldst not let thy servant free, 8820|And leave his purpose in thyself alone, 8820|And leave thy will unquestioned and alone, 8820|Thou shouldst not leave him, but behold with eyes 8820|That are not fixed on what shall be undone. 8820|Thou must behold as though thou ne'er hadst seen, 8820|The coming of the years that were to be; 8820|The years that all have been, foreseen the end 8820|When thou and thy dear self shalt go to meet 8820|By night and day and find a friend 8820|With thee to-morrow. This were not the end. 8820|But there is hope, and hope for some new treasure, 8820|A gift to each, a work to all the world. 8820|For thou must come, for thou must surely find, 8820|Even while thou livest more than all the years, 8820|In one man's kingdom, in another man's. 8820|Yet more a load the weary way must take 8820|Than thou shalt bear to some fair city far 8820|From thine own country if thou wilt not leave. 8820|Thou must be true, be true, for all men know 8820|That he is true who glorifies himself. 8820|Thou must see Death, and know that he is true; 8820|Thou must go to him who speaks, though he be death, 8820|And bear the years about thee with the breath 8820|That make thee, win thee from his ancient breath 8820|For ever and for ever. 8820|Thou must see Death 8820|As one who gazes through the hours of sleep 8820|With glad ======================================== SAMPLE 259 ======================================== |To which thy name already rung. 8187|No, no, I will not call thy name 8187|To blush before my eyes it comes; 8187|But this I know--that to its shame 8187|I ne'er can yield my heart a home. 8187|How shall I bid the world good-night, 8187|And plant my laurel crown there? 8187|And then, perhaps, when Time has past, 8187|I'd bid the world good-night-- 8187|"Good-night," I'd say. 8187|Nay, but I dreamt it; for, what now, 8187|My life, I've heard 'mongst mortals known 8187|To be the first to die in brawls, 8187|The tenderest to be found alone-- 8187|To breathe the airs of heaven, and then 8187|Vow to the good-night's going on. 8187|"Good-night," I'd say, with soul so sound, 8187|And look so wise in my good-night, 8187|To bless and be blessed all round, 8187|With one bright eye in the endless flight 8187|(A name that's brighter than a name), 8187|To whisper what myself had done 8187|To the "living, living" one! 8187|Who looks to the world and means to come; 8187|And who hath the pure and lovely soul, 8187|Who thinks to his father as his home, 8187|And trusts him to him, oh! so sweet, 8187|(With smiles they smile upon that face), 8187|Who tells the pines, "Our _ selves_ are his, 8187|Whene'er he goes to heaven again; 8187|And all those others who have gone, 8187|With naught but what they did, they own 8187|They feel it near--they know not why-- 8187|And some are _other_ who could tell 8187|That their old Father and their God 8187|Was the first cause of that same strife 8187|Which is to them, the worst, the worse; 8187|For who can say by their old looks, 8187|"He was the son of their old gods,"-- 8187|The simple countrymen to be 8187|In God's name, bless the people, me! 8187|Whate'er of life hath been, and brings 8187|No matter how he went, so still 8187|He grew, he scarcely lived to death, 8187|And died, a little while ago; 8187|But, when at last the thought of these 8187|Came like an inspiration, "Is?" 8187|He went and died, to teach them all 8187|The tricks of those who love to fall. 8187|It matters not a hair, I know, 8187|Whether to-night, or now and so; 8187|But when to-morrow eve grows near 8187|Wearied of all we see or hear, 8187|We'll tell the little ones of this-- 8187|And none shall hear their steps that pass. 8187| The old men and women seem to like the good, but the boys 8187|bear the better of the time, and, as we call them, are the 8187|proudliest of the kind that you can get, and that is, how 8187|great you are--if you'll allow it, it must be a respectable 8187|story, which is, of course. It was first set to the 8187|greater kinds of people, and something of the sort to lead the 8187|the thoughtful-hearted and that sort of soul that watches and 8187|chaperons who, by no means, understand to the time, and to 8187|be thankful that all else is gone--even here, even here, even 8187|more in the less, the few persons who love theCountry, and 8187|who wish the home they like. But as the effect is, then, that 8187|the country has ever been as if they were going to the 8187|preserved--the men who have done their best, and who 8187|have faced the way and vanquished,--even such do we see 8187|even here--even here, even here, the few who keep 8187|its gate, and who yet can preach on that ======================================== SAMPLE 260 ======================================== .' 19525|Hast thou come to meet me, 19525|By this green and shady spring, 19525|Where the lambs in gladness play, 19525|Where the merle-cups are gay, 19525|Where the jonquins e'en are spread, 19525|And the flow'rs with fragrance are bedeck'd? 19525|Hast thou come to greet me, 19525|By this green and shady spring, 19525|Where the jonquins e'en are spread, 19525|And the flow'rs are ripe and sweet? 19525|Hast thou come to meet me, 19525|By this green and shady spring, 19525|Where the birds in music sweet 19525|Chant their 'Iesvines,' 'mid their lay, 19525|Or in softest melody sing? 19525|Hast thou come to greet me, 19525|By this sweet and shady spring, 19525|Where the bluebells o'er us sweetly cling, 19525|And the wild fern weaves a dance, 19525|Where the woodbine grows and blows, 19525|Where the green holly casts her fair rose, 19525|And the clustering hazels close. 19525|Hast thou come to meet me, where joy in the wild vale lies; 19525|What time the mavis sings sweetly, 19525|Where little lambkins droop, 19525|And the yellowing heifer lows her low 19525|'Mid the deepest shade of the greenwood tree; 19525|Or, where, all untainted, 19525|The roebuck starts from his perch, 19525|Singing sweetly all night long, 19525|Till the sun has set and the sky is blue, 19525|And the song-birds leave the woods, and westward steals the dew. 19525|Hast thou come to meet me, 19525|By the red-bud sunset sky, 19525|Where the purple shadows lie 19525|In the sweepy shadows drear; 19525|Where the azure-eyed bat goes winging 19525|O'er the dewy-wet grass, 19525|And the little red-breast sits among 19525|The dimly lighted pearls, 19525|And his eyes, so long since mellow'd, 19525|Seem to thank the year. 19525|Hast thou come to meet me? 19525|By the green-bud sunset sky, 19525|Where the white clouds nestle low, 19525|And the nestling doves fly by, 19525|And the young ones, wild and shy, 19525|Feed upon the fragrant hay, 19525|And the mowers, tired all day, 19525|Go weak and worn away, 19525|While the wren, with sleepy wing, 19525|Hath rest at last in its clay, 19525|And the young ones, wild and wan, 19525|Fling themselves on the wold, 19525|And the mowers, tired of play, 19525|Gather around to-day, 19525|With unseeing eye, their meal, 19525|While the sun, like ruddy gold 19525|Pour'd on the flowery mead. 19525|Hast thou come to greet me? 19525|O, hast thou come to greet me! 19525|O, hast thou come to meet me? 19525|What sweeter song is that 19525|I hear across the sunny mere, 19525|Murmur of lilly and beauteous vale, 19525|Murmur of violet, and dale, and violet? 19525|O music of the summer night, 19525|The melody of birds, and the wild dew, 19525|I hear across the fragrant hills, 19525|Through the soft air of spring, and the soft noon, 19525|Or see the cloud, far-drifting by, 19525|Glide the soft lines of mist or dew; 19525|O'er hill, and dale, and stream, and glade, 19525|The sound of song flows out, and far 19525|Across the silent woods, and makes 19525|An echoing palace in the light 19525|Of the leaf-hung west, that ======================================== SAMPLE 261 ======================================== with the leaves. 37648|Now at last 37648|Eve had come again to the garden gate 37648|To meet her, and she looked and said: "I wait." 37648|There stood across the grass a small pale shape 37648|Beside a stone-cut lily, tall and pale. 37648|And near the mound a small pale woman said: 37648|"This is that dear, sweetheart from over south, 37648|Who looked so true to your heart and scared you." 37648|But still her face was ghostlike, and for that 37648|She seemed like some dead presence in the glass. 37648|She stood beside the dead, and all the while 37648|Her eyes saw nothing far, did not the smile 37648|Of a pale woman light the road she went. 37648|Then all at once the April house was still; 37648|And she cried, "I look on the world in vain, 37648|Here are new flowers that the grass had shorn 37648|Ere the time that we were unborn." 37648|The lilies there beside the dead were bright, 37648|And the pale lady with the fallen hair 37648|Turned to the fading grey of after-time 37648|The lilies, and in their mild white drift, 37648|Bowed down and closed with a sudden silent prayer, 37648|The little face of the lilies fell 37648|Like tears on the marble face who dwell 37648|In the grey land they knew. 37648|"Oh, tell me," cried she, "what you said is true! 37648|You said I was a foolish bride, forsooth, 37648|But now, ah, no, I am not you! And now 37648|Your grave shall hold you, like a guarded door 37648|That opes on a tired tired tired wretch's, tired heart." 37648|There, in the dark of the grave she sate, and took 37648|Her seat and said, "The maid has loved you well, 37648|And that it is the bride of the summer moon 37648|I know. But the wind has shaken it all, 37648|And set it aflame on the earth to-night." 37648|But the moon would be unchained, and the clouds 37648|Would stoop for nothing, and her heart would sing. 37648|Then, with a smile on her lips, she turned 37648|To the water's edge to laugh, and lean thereat. 37648|She said, "The maid has loved you well," and laughed; 37648|"You said you had no word of love." And a blush 37648|Came on her cheek, and her words began again: 37648|"Oh, tell me, tell me," said she, "how have you 37648|Moved, and have I done this unto you? 37648|I am so very foolish. And the truth 37648|Is now, that with the dead I have no heart 37648|In death I buried for your sake, forsworn. 37648|And with the dead I shall be your bride again." 37648|There is not a leaf at the window 37648|So glad as the smile of the sun. 37648|She brings the wet leaves, but her flowers, 37648|With a thousand new-bloom ones are done. 37648|And every young flower that is on the tree 37648|Is a rose in a day, and the sun will shine 37648|When the leaves are withered and wet. Alas, 37648|Love is a bitter, a bitter rose. 37648|And in the garden the sweet rain 37648|Will fall in the dust of the day, 37648|Like tears from a flower, like the rain 37648|From a sorrow too deep to say, 37648|"She brings no light from her window, 37648|For all her flowers are fading away." 37648|And the soft snow has covered the snow 37648|With a veil over eyes and ears, 37648|And the winds are whispering in the trees, 37648|And the leaves are swaying the drips of dew, 37648|And the blue sky beckons and cheers. 37648|Oh, the sun shines in the garden, 37648|As the pale moon o'er him leans. 37648|And the dew distils its soft light ======================================== SAMPLE 262 ======================================== here, 8187|Whose heart, through endless years of strife, 8187|Throbs fast, subsides to other life! 8187|There is no change of place--no change can lurk, 8187|Save what the swain remembers most of her. 8187|The maiden's tale he could not well disguise, 8187|But all the more the maiden's tale he read, 8187|For love so fair was just the maid to him, 8187|Hear him, who spoke of Heaven and Earth; as one 8187|Who is not distant, in a wondrous tale, 8187|Who speaks of all he ever tried to tell, 8187|Went down some streets, on a still summer night 8187|When all the birds are singing in the tree; 8187|Ere he could think of her, his heart grew young 8187|To bloom again within his heart's own breast; 8187|And from that hour, at last, with all its wealth, 8187|He lived a little in the land of rest. 8187|The happy day he went, and, long ago, 8187|In that still region gave himself to her. 8187|No change of earth is ever known to those 8187|Who seek the sky, or come up in the field; 8187|The tempest, and the rain, and rain, are nothing 8187|Without him, lovely, when his heart is cold; 8187|No storm, before, or since his last aton 8187|Fails to come forth; he sees the stars, and starts 8187|To find the clouds, to hear the thunder's roar, 8187|Or feel the rushing of the rushing gale; 8187|When, with no ear to catch the beating of 8187|The armies rushing to their destined walls, 8187|He runs to meet them, and, impetuously 8187|Bending to soil his new-got glory, calls 8187|His mother's welcome, and, in accents low, 8187|With gentle interlude, bids her give o'er 8187|The hour before its strike the flying ball, 8187|And, ere it breaks the circle, folds the veil, 8187|Which on his vision to the earth was rolled. 8187|Awhile he stood and gazed, till to his eyes 8187|The light, which all bequeathed to his, and shone 8187|To him as sunshine to the sunny skies! 8187|There, as the light which round the setting sun 8187|The morning star, that long in darkness lay, 8187|And ne'er was seen, except when noon-day's done, 8187|And, with the last of cheering its ray, 8187|Through stripes of light, a long-expected day, 8187|He sees the world, and still wants on its way. 8187|He sees the vale where to his home on earth 8187|"Arise" and "forever" is their own abode, 8187|Where, waiting its return, they may take birth, 8187|And then, at last, their journey it will o'er, 8187|And he'll rejoice in it, and for the while 8187|He'll recollect his native hills of bliss-- 8187|But, like the sun upon a distant isle, 8187|He sees the light blue ocean, and he says:-- 8187|"Happy to him, who, having called away 8187|His country's life, has sat upon the shore-- 8187|"Happy to him, who, after long annoy 8187|Of waves and storms, has stayed at last his stay; 8187|Whose hopes were brightened, and whose prayers were joy. 8187|"Whose hopes were bright and cheerful, who had tried 8187|But to be sad--oh, God, who gave them light 8187|On the false head and dreary track of Night? 8187|"Are they too gloomy and too deep for shroud, 8187|"And to be sadder than the night and day? 8187|"Can it be that my soul from this drear bed 8187|"Must betimes go to every man's own turn 8187|"And to no other--save in every heart-- 8187|"Can it be one--give, and that will be part? 8187|"Are all we lay upon so sweet a pillow ======================================== SAMPLE 263 ======================================== as by miracle; yet so thou seemest 1007|But a mere shadow, through the universe 1007|Thou penetrate'st through. And if the wax 1007|With goodly bright attend the precious tome, 1007|The soul's good work hand carry; I mean 1007|Beatrice. Her thou shalt behold above, 1007|Upon the left hand, bending; and therewith 1007|Beaming, shall strike thyne eyes. The sacred font, 1007|Thou shalt behold, which circling, as the moon 1007|Beams, is in brazen voice, in sculpture, this 1007|Thou shalt behold, to which from tracings up 1007|The spirits are steadfast. Ofttimes on these waters 1007|Thou shalt drink of them; they were the gates 1007|By the vale, where of his glory gilds 1007|The great abyss. Within the living light 1007|Of that sphere thou mayst imagine the wits 1007|Were the ensigns, that life might be far off 1007|And long the sun behind. The other parts, 1007|One upward, those two bows, in whose straight lines 1007|The barterers vale and plain are seen. 1007|Here were the violet and the marginaria, 1007|The crow, that mettled from the solver's edge, 1007|All plaited in one plaited hue. Blue eyes 1007|Of swallows, chairs, and spiracled desire 1007|Of honey-bees, and violent noontide blasts, 1007|Began to smite the air, as singing blynd. 1007|"The beakers," cried they; "from the wood we come. 1007|If any of these raiment, that hath been 1007|The pledge of comrades, thou with me wilt taste; 1007|Consider that this day, so far as we 1007|The other strive, more than the other feard; 1007|For space is none to bound. E'en as our sun, 1007|Which, in the blazing temples, goes to bed, 1007|Shall quench the buxom kiss, that night and day 1007|Suits not, and, to their will, the wings display." 1007|"We may not sojourn here," the bidden guests 1007|In silence path'd beneath the beamy stars 1007|Flew all alike. Florence, 'bove all, was fain 1007|Respect enough with him. Yet in her sleep 1007|He ever and anon, as day declines, 1007|Held his eye's pinions. Of herself she thought, 1007|"If thou shouldst have my smile thus largely, turn 1007|Thy visage, and what vanish'd? what staid then 1007|The gleam ship, that might have cross'd the watery way?" 1007|Now for so many sage bards, those heavens, qui nam'd 1007|Above all, into the deep concave of love 1007|Flew, that as Milton so I deem'd, thou saw'st 1007|Ascend from that realm often of woe, o'er which, 1007|O'er weary'd heart, so long discoursing lay. 1007|Whence, noting that, which I had yet divin'd, 1007|I op'd my mortal eyes, and empire gain'd. 1007|About the beauteous eyes, that, as I kindled them, 1007|"That must with spirit of love so over-presence 1007|Hymettus love," the right hand of my right 1007| shelving, that, without a pause, the other lips 1007|Did thirst for. Thee, and Gregory, god of light, 1007|That on the waters of the holy river 1007|Bere taught to lave, till through successive hands 1007|To pour their offspring, to the beauteous eyes 1007|Owe and unsightly teaches, even now, 1007|Thee and their goodly train, with sage, meek, answer. 1007|And, last and best of all, this, who prompts? 1007|Amid so many choirs such was the song, 1007|That the musicians, shunning the dispute, 1007|Through grace alone 'twas deem'd of, yet against 1007|The mighty contest of the twin-born rhymes. 1007|"O spirits perfect! O already chosen!" 1007|Virgil to them began, "by that blest peace, 1007|Which, ======================================== SAMPLE 264 ======================================== in me and then I'd sit among you, 1287|And if sometimes you stole, and I could not tell you, 1287|I'd be content, I'd see you'd nod to it after, 1287|And that your kisses would not please me either. 1287|If I were I I and you were we, 1287|And I were young and free, 1287|We would never part, we would ne'er meet again, 1287|And I never think of leaving you, nor you, 1287|A heart so cold and free. 1287|Your heart is of the mine; your heart is mine; 1287|I thank you for it all, whatever may be, 1287|I thank you for the summer yet. [Venders finish] 1287|They did not build me a house, 1287|They said they should not dwell 1287|I hid the house from the world and sought a house, 1287|And they cried the house forbid. 1287|The house from the world has gone, to the bundle-hills, 1287|And they must be bare and brown, 1287|And these are not the words they said. 1287|We have never known each other since the crisis of the day, 1287|The house from the world to the town, 1287|But we keep the house ourselves. 1287|The men that fought at sea 1287|With a whole life's worth to be, 1287|When one was good and one was free, 1287|And I was poor and loth to go, 1287|And I was poor and loth to die, 1287|And I am poor and loth to dwell 1287|Till the land that used to me 1287|Shall bow submissive to the touch of death, 1287|And the world's to live and wait. 1287|And all this little work of toil and quest, 1287|This dust of labour, dust of strife, and crime, 1287|Shall be a thing to wish. 1287|Where is the man who shall this burden bear? 1287|Oh, is there none for us to win old age? 1287|There is the hand that shall the task achieve-- 1287|Let a man go, he shall be near, 1287|With none to bid the world another page, 1287|With none to tell us of his son and heir, 1287|Who all our lives shall understand and hear, 1287|And all the wisdom we have ever sought 1287|Shall bring us to his loving heart once more, 1287|And in his eyes, that have grown dim with care, 1287|The wisdom we have never learned to bear, 1287|And all the wisdom we have ever sought 1287|Shall be a wonder to look after us. 1287|Oh, the old road, the old road, the night road, 1287|With stars all the dark o'er it, 1287|With stars for the roof, and a tree that clings, 1287|And the branches of the trees on the tree-tops-- 1287|Oh, the old road, the old road! 1287|When we were young together, 1287|We could sing, I and she, 1287|In a glen on the mountain, 1287|In a glen on the sea; 1287|But we shall not forget 1287|In the chill, frozen air, 1287|What it was that grew weary, 1287|And we shall not know 1287|Where it has gnawed its teeth-- 1287|It is gnawed its heart, 1287|Like a worm worn to and fro, 1287|To the heart that is weary-- 1287|This old road, the old road. 1287|How hard it is to part 1287|From childhood's joy and sorrow, 1287|From the day my heart 1287|Grows weary, I can never say to that end, 1287|For I am weary of the great quest, 1287|And the love in my breast, 1287|And the love in my breast 1287|That was so hard to take and suffer for the best. 1287|For the days of our childhood 1287|It is all empty and empty, 1287|And dead hopes are the only friends that part 1287|In the heart's doing; the only ======================================== SAMPLE 265 ======================================== ! O ye lights of heaven, 34237|Where are you light and holy? 34237|From midnight dales and waters, 34237|From the brow of the white Himalayas, 34237|From the slopes where the white Himalayas 34237|Like a black-maned god are lying, 34237|From the haunts where the lean bee murmurs, 34237|And the shadow southward of the bison, 34237|Ye have made your shining pit of ivory and gold, 34237|Ye have given the sign to me, 34237|Ye have darkened with arrows of the morning, 34237|And darkened in the red glow of sunset, 34237|As the great god came to you: 34237|The herald of the gods 34237|Came to the earth in the flame of sunrise, 34237|The last immortal that we name the Sun, 34237|The Fire-King came and brought the symbols back, 34237|The long procession of the Sons of Omar, 34237|From her temples white with pencilled, flowing adoration, 34237|From her eyes of gold suspended with celestial tears, 34237|The last gift of the gods: 34237|The first bloom of the world 34237|I brought before her at eventide: 34237|That was an hundred years ago. 34237|The flowers that bloomed in her garden 34237|Were white on a southern girdle, 34237|The red rose was on her cottage, 34237|The violets bent their heads to touch. 34237|A rose-wreath I brought for her father, 34237|A rose-wreath to fan her home: 34237|The lad who came from the far off, 34237|His marriage with Mâkâ was his daughter, 34237|In the last of her marriage vows were sealed, 34237|Sohrab, the bridegroom, was the child, 34237|And Mairilik saw its poverty. 34237|A rose-wreath was woven for him, 34237|A wreath for the chosen lover, 34237|He wore it as one to comb the comb-- 34237|The white rose-wreath for him gave it, 34237|The maiden's gift for the wedded lover; 34237|In the garb of a widowed thing he wove it, 34237|And a rose-wreath was woven for him, 34237|While only a slave-girl was given to love it-- 34237|But he left the crown and made it-- 34237|He wore it without a stain, 34237|And Mairilik gave it, the bride of Mairilik. 34237|Then a slave-girl came to meet him, 34237|And, after a moment's pause of breath, 34237|She bowed in a humble prayer, 34237|And her lips were as red as the tears of death-- 34237|The rose-wreath for him gave it: 34237|"O my lover, my lover, my lover, 34237|What had I done to give for the sake of the bride?" 34237|"And what hast thou done to give for Mairilik?" 34237|"And what to give for Mairilik?" 34237|"The camel gave for the bride of Mairilik." 34237|"In the name of the King of Meissen, 34237|I give the first rose to her father, 34237|In the name of the little one of the house, 34237|The sun-wreath gave to her father." 34237|"The second pear to my father, 34237|The third to my mother, her lover; 34237|That crown from my brow I 'll twine, 34237|And the rose-wreath shall twine at her bosom, 34237|And the rose-wreath shall twine in her hair, 34237|That the rose-wreath shall twine in her hair, 34237|And the rose-wreath shall twine in her hair, 34237|And the rose-wreath shall twine in her hair, 34237|And the rose-wreath shall twine in her hair, 34237|And the rose-wreath shall twine in her hair, 34237|And the rose-wreath shall twine in her hair, 34237|And the rose-wreath shall twine in her hair, 34 ======================================== SAMPLE 266 ======================================== . 21769|So long was there in the warm, clear light; 21769|Yet was the light still clear and cold, my friend. 21769|There was a light in the clear bright, clear moon; 21769|Yes, the same light that made the great sun shiver-- 21769|I saw it in the clear bright, clear moon 21769|As it went out of sight, 21769|But did not see a light. 21769|For the great sun shone as it went out of heaven, 21769|As it went out of sight. 21769|And the same light as he went out of heaven, 21769|And the same moon as he went out of heaven-- 21769|It is the same, though, plainly. 21769|For the same moon as he went out of heaven, 21769|And the same moon as he went out of heaven-- 21769|And the same stars as he went out of heaven, 21769|A little child as bright as ever was born. 21769|There was a child as beautiful as God, 21769|God-sentenced, golden-haired, mother-bosomed, 21769|That grew into a joyous child again. 21769|But there was one, my friend of the new spring, 21769|God-sentenced, golden-eyed, mother-bosomed, 21769|That grew into a joyous child again. 21769|There was a child as sweet as any bird, 21769|God-sentenced, radiant, virginal and free; 21769|And God! what a wonderful child was this! 21769|And God! what a wonderful child was he! 21769|The man of six years old, and that of seven, 21769|And this time he was a rare young man, 21769|And now he hangs in heaven. 21769|And there was one, my friend of the new spring, 21769|God-sentenced, golden-haired, mother-bosomed, 21769|That grew into a joyous child again. 21769|And there was one, my friend of the new spring, 21769|God-sentenced, shining among the cherries, 21769|That grew into a joyous child again. 21769|There was a child as tall and straight as any pen, 21769|God-sentenced, silver-lined, mother-bosomed-- 21769|The same who grows in heaven. 21769|And there was one, my friend of the new spring, 21769|God-sentenced, golden-haired, mother-bosomed, 21769|That grew into a joyous child again. 21769|There was one, my friend of the new spring, 21769|God-sentenced, golden-eyed, mother-bosomed; 21769|And God! what a wonderful child was this! 21769|And God! what a wonderful child was he! 21769|My wife sat in the sun one day, 21769|And sang a song about a tree: 21769|The pretty parrot a-rocking away, 21769|And the crowder a-rocking after me. 21769|The fiddle wanted strings to make, 21769|And the fiddle wanted a new latch; 21769|And the baby began to cry, 21769|"My dear, what can I want, I'm sure, 21769|And what can I want, I'm sure, I hope?" 21769|But the fiddle wanted a new latch, 21769|And the baby began to cry, 21769|"What can I want, my wife, I'm sure, 21769|And what can I want, I am sure, I hope?" 21769|My wife made a bow and shook her head. 21769|And the fiddle said, "What can I want, I am sure, 21769|As breakfast is pleasant and why not?" 21769|"Oh, the roast is good, my wife, my wife, 21769|And the puddin-boy's beans to burn; 21769|Oh, the roast and the puddin-hens, my wife, 21769|Toasted ere dinner was green!" 21769|_"She's a reddish child, 21769|Er gray-headed as clay, 21769|She's a mother of a kitchen-- 21769|Er thro' all her day-days-- 21769|She's a-bringin' things as good 21769|Out ======================================== SAMPLE 267 ======================================== on a hill, the wind was still; 13983|The shepherd walks abroad; 13983|The leaves above were all abroad, 13983|The daffodils seemed blown about 13983|Like little sails upon the wind, 13983|And on the hill the cocks crowed loud. 13983|I sometimes think, the pleasant sight 13983|Of sea-birds' wings, and that blue sky, 13983|Touched by the sunbeam, wings to fly, 13983|Touched by the dewy fields of morn, 13983|That are like little children born. 13983|How beautiful is the rain! 13983|Down in the depths of the old town 13983|She runs with her frocks and her wails, 13983|Meeting the sun in his cloudy crown 13983|And the roses bowed in their tails. 13983|The rain is cold and the wind is still, 13983|She runs with her frocks and her wails; 13983|The world is troubled and desolate, 13983|She laughs and is still with the rain. 13983|In the hollowed town, the sick man stands, 13983|And longs for his peaceful home; 13983|He has no comfort, he smiles for his pains 13983|That his wife and his children destroy their brains. 13983|There are no more guns in the lonely street, 13983|They have driven our darling away; 13983|There are no more banners at the proud street, 13983|They have driven our darling away. 13983|The rain is cold and the wind is still, 13983|The rain is heavy and keen; 13983|It gathers dust and the world is dry, 13983|It has nothing left but the dust of the dry. 13983|Yet when the tired child cries out his pain, 13983|The child replies with a wail; 13983|"Poor child! Heaven has made you a sinner vain! 13983|You were always your mothers' child." 13983|The blackbird's tune in the poplar's shade 13983|Is sweeter than attar of night; 13983|And it sings to me as if it said: 13983|"God is the Judge of the light." 13983|The rain is falling, the sky is red, 13983|The clouds are white on La La Menken's crest; 13983|The day is bright and the sky is red-- 13983|God is the Judge of the light confessed. 13983|And now at last the blinds are out, 13983|The night is dark and the clouds are grey; 13983|The long day's over and we must pray: 13983|God is the Judge of the light away. 13983|To-day the wind bursts franticly, 13983|The eager birds are hurrying by; 13983|The night is swallowed up in glee, 13983|The morning has begun to fly. 13983|The night has gathered and grown cold, 13983|The day is ended and still is the night; 13983|No sound from land to sea responds 13983|The wind in agony clutches at the height. 13983|The wind it howls in the pine-tops crying 13983|As if it feared to be growing; 13983|It whimperth deeply, and murmurs sadly, 13983|"Father, the clouds are dense and flying!" 13983|Ah, the wind is a-murmuring, 13983|And the night is spent and the night is spent, 13983|And with vague unrest it falleth 13983|From the sky to the land of rest. 13983|The sky is troubled and grey with cloud, 13983|The winds in gusty tones grow hoarse; 13983|The trees are shaken and shake with awe 13983|And bitter are their clammy cries. 13983|The leaves are thick and rustle and dark, 13983|And the night is chill and black; 13983|The wind is one and moans behind, 13983|The rain is loud in its body hollow and harsh. 13983|Like a ======================================== SAMPLE 268 ======================================== . 16059|¡Ay! yo no es el hombre 16059|Por donde se levantaste 16059|Ya el dolor de recherge 16059|Por la salisa y se espada! 16059|¿En qué desarada la espada 16059|En los lindens el pecho? 16059|Y es de nada dice, 16059|Y es nada dice al de estaraste, 16059|Es en nada dice: 16059|Y es el nicho á la siniesta, 16059|Y es el espacioso 16059|De la risa rosa en lindendida. 16059|Y es de nada dice: 16059|Al fin en el cuerpo se levantaste, 16059|El campo de su vellum, 16059|El campo de su braque siempre, 16059|Y es de ahí tiendito ajeno: 16059|Y ha de entrar de las fieras, 16059|Y ha de otro y se estanjudado, 16059|Y ha de grande bienes aquel quitado. 16059|Y es nada dice: 16059|La dama que llama que viéntale, 16059|Y hacer tal paredes nuevas, 16059|Y ha de plazer el vencedor, 16059|Y ha de que ver en primor: 16059|Volveráis, peregrinión. 16059|¿En qué está la llamas, quieren Dios? 16059|¿Quién las cumbres puedas florecientes? 16059|¿Quién las cumbres que vengades 16059|En el ancho valiente el misterioso, 16059|Y al pájaro y á la noche oscura? 16059|¿Quién las rocas, con amor aguarda, 16059|Por la nave al aire sin arroganza? 16059|¡Puedo, la luz! ¡oh Dios! cual discreto! 16059|Sé maldito, del mundo, cual renalda! 16059|Acompañó hasta aquella primor; 16059|Que en otros siglos de amor, mas era. 16059|Yo le daréis cantas la aurora 16059|Y los cielos á los cuartos señales: 16059|Vuelvenal, y me valiente y enlutos, 16059|Se le crió vuelve en amor aguarda, 16059|Todo luz puras la fuerza luego, 16059|Y sin esperanza el sol sus mohioso, 16059|Y la frente pura y sus pajes de Alemania. 16059|Sólo aquella y podría á los pies míos 16059|Con el sudor de los mundos agitos; 16059|Y sus sienes movimientos alzares, 16059|Y cuando quiere aqueste cual más dignas, 16059|Porque no te abre á déspota cubrir, 16059|Que si le solemos á nuestra gloriosa 16059|Es tan perdidat alguna aveso 16059|La flor de la aguda humana, 16059|El abismos que no era sola 16059|Mi corto quereccia; 16059|Los caminantes florecientes 16059|Se dejarzas hacen adornaras, 16059|Y el corvo, deja parece, es 16059|Y en su noche, y dellas. 16059|El pueblo venturoso, 16059|Y se alveo de antiguo; 16059|Y al fin de tal venturoso 16059|Enasidias bienes, 16059|Y su paderos añosas, 16059|Y la luz de un monte amaron, 16059|Pues tiene destruyención de ======================================== SAMPLE 269 ======================================== |We have the _two_, but the greatest of all. 6652|We have a circle as calm as the sky, 6652|And we talk about Mr. T. Let, 6652|But the centre, alas! I have nigh 6652|Broke my bosom by Mr. T. Let. 6652|Oh, there's not a single _vice_ like this, 6652|'Tis the centre, alas! I have nigh. 6652|Then, alas! I am in such a sad plight, 6652|That I tremble, alas! all but _certain_. 6652|Away, away, away, then, pretty Poet; 6652|We are all in our frolic already. 6652|Our little bark is on the sea-cliff, 6652|The sea-lark's up upon the heather, 6652|And with its song you may talk of a few 6652|Who'll trip it--you know that for one tawny, 6652|So mind it, you tease an old fellow at double, 6652|And that isn't another year older any 6652|'Tis ten years older than twenty, 6652|I think you may tell yourself one day 6652|How they happen, you know--on Monday. 6652|Then take out your breeches, you varnish with breeches, 6652|Your breeches, don't do on for it; 6652|The breeze 's blowing, it's fresh as the day, 6652|So don't fear for it any more sunny; 6652|But don't let it go without, it is free, 6652|So don't mind it, don't talk to it, dearie. 6652|There was a sailor, and he sailed away, 6652|When this was noontide, and all were at play, 6652|And the table-board was in the cutter, 6652|He was tired of running now, he reckoned; 6652|But though he had no stitches again, 6652|He was fastened to the forelock, I'm told, 6652|He was better than any other fellow. 6652|Then he went to a tavern, in merry guise; 6652|He would oftentimes call himself gay 6652|Though he always had money, and that he'd never 6652|Begged him again to come there, we three; 6652|And I think this was rather a sad day 6652|For the poor little turtle-dove, gay and pert, 6652|At such times, for your future's sweet cloying. 6652|So, at present, dear mother, the times are are short, 6652|And the long days, the days and the months go to prate, 6652|And the hours, the weeks and the months go to prate; 6652|And as to the pretty young turtle-dove, gay and pert, 6652|A-walking away, on the top of the lark, 6652|She is busy, can sing, and her cloying is dear; 6652|And a bird she would sing, like the song of a year, 6652|And her cage she would sing, in the fields, gay and clear. 6652|And in truth, my dear mother, I have a great doubts 6652|Of your heart, for I fear you'll be lost ere you come, 6652|Till you're safe and at length, and we'll all have our cot, 6652|And our ship will go baffling all possible sad in the 6652|parlour. 6652|The captain called out for his ship, 6652|And he called out for a ship, 6652|And he called the three words to make her 6652|down to the deck. 6652|The sails were made out of the cables, 6652|With a crash and a thud, 6652|And the men had to go to sea 6652|When the three words had sailed well 6652|This was all the order of the crew; 6652|But before the mast they were put to sea, 6652|They began to sing,--the ship was becum, 6652|And it's clear, the breakers came near. 6652|I'd a gun on my thigh, and a pistol at my back, 6652|So I went to the murder, and when I came to die 6652|It ======================================== SAMPLE 270 ======================================== . 1004|"Lo now what once was good, is now become 1004|Of evil nature's prompting, and the proof 1004|Of that primal good, whose weal and woe 1004|We are tutoring, by which we are raised 1004|To the bright exhalation of the rose. 1004|Thither shall ye bring us, where of necessity 1004|Expedience houseth us, and render one 1004|Best roof for us. And first, ravel it who will." 1004|"How lucent than the leaf in semblance doth 1004|That bears a rose, and wears it as a thief!" 1004|Shaking his thyrse, made chaffer every bough; 1004|Then tore from him his ravel and cast hold 1004|Up that one wild ichor, and so forth 1004|From that place, where lukewarm they remained 1004|As virgins, to be higher worth and yield. 1004|Shame so on that blest spirit overflowed, 1004|Whereto he led him, that he now was bent 1004|On tracing to the shades. "Wonder not thou," 1004|Said he, "at this my smile: thou yet art blessed, 1004|And I commend thee to thy shape; but now 1004|Thou art not, as thou sayst, our flesh is such 1004|And on none's bones as our dear life replete; 1004|For risen is the neighbour of our sap. 1004|Here we perforce together must renew 1004|The combat of the few, and how we won it. 1004|Here sight and speech shall not be out of mind. 1004|For further I describe, and urge thee on." 1004|So said he, and forbore not the brief space 1004|Of a short space, through which he took his way 1004|From the next circle. I remained to look 1004|Upon the third my view. Meanwhile mine eyes 1004|Was hent for him, and I my vision lost, 1004|As he, who every night would fog in dream 1004|And damped, and with conceit all people welled; 1004|"So ne'er was body, in corporeal frame, 1004|So vilely broken, could lie, or through wind 1004|Or weasand, or by oame, or plaintive cry 1004|What was it, in what wise he filled the place, 1004|Rent from his heart, and in what manner, he 1004|Exceeded that, which the sight re-nursed even 1004|For few of the deceived the just, who saw not 1004|The spirit, from its body, to the ground. 1004|Wherefore if aught of good in the high world I say, 1004|Albeit that, dreaming, on the present, I 1004|Was fain to taste, through lazy brain on led 1004|Along the circle of my vision, fell 1004|Falls dead, or I was wafted on the wings 1004|Into strange realms, and I was thenceforth whelmed 1004|In seas unhallowed, for on that sweet being 1004|My burden would be, if the like were paid 1004|In equal ruin by the measure void. 1004|Hence therefore I delightfully was drawn 1004|To note in the dance of the arms, and the harp, 1004|Which now I touch with tenderness, and draws 1004|A mortal man or two, darting through spirit 1004|Or through the air, linked with the filaments. 1004|And as the man, who from the body looks, 1004|And unto the point the more than the place, 1004|Where his feet stood before him, shot out sparks 1004|Among the loose crag-roots, and thence would fall 1004|To the other's brain, through sluggishness 1004|Thus far expanded, and the smoke I saw, 1004|Whereat it seemed a wheel, all speedily 1004|Adown the vast profound, like to a shaft, 1004|That onward sent in passing by great skill; 1004|And the smoke rose, and vanished. And mine eyes 1004|I now beheld, before me, burning up 1004|With admiration, as of yonder mount 1004| ======================================== SAMPLE 271 ======================================== |That never have grown old. 32373|For he whose mind is never changed 32373|Now robs it of their sweets; 32373|And, gazing on their shining robes, 32373|Sees nought beyond them pleased: 32373|A glory round him is diffused, 32373|It is not here or there. 32373|Yet whatsoe'er his lot befalls 32373|We still must bear with care; 32373|The earth allows us all our wants, 32373|And this is God and there. 32373|What tho' our hearts be black and sore, 32373|What tho' our eyes be sad, 32373|No outward power is left us when 32373|We see't in outward things; 32373|It is the lot of God to be 32373|The needs of every soul, 32373|And patiently each man of us 32373|Takes each thing in his will. 32373|Our burdens fall as matters must 32373|Be steps or beams of light, 32373|And the weak walls will build their walls 32373|When we have built our Light. 32373|Let not each man that lives in this 32373|In his two worlds agree; 32373|No man is happy till he is 32373|Like any man on high. 32373|And, since the world's a little ball, 32373|And men are little gold, 32373|Let not this love for a single life 32373|Direct my thoughts and hold. 32373|The dearest that I ever knew 32373|Is lov'd, lov'd dearly; 32373|Let not a heart in my bosom burn 32373|As a flame shall do. 32373|No man is tempted even to make 32373|A mirth of his favourite, 32373|In a cup of our own wine to take 32373|When we have kiss'd each other's faces; 32373|Let not a lip be seen 32373|To part their two green glasses. 32373|Lives there a man so dull and dead 32373|Who can for shadows mingle? 32373|A little child of seven seven years, 32373|And they are in the heaven! 32373|Heaven's light lies round him like a cup 32373|That he has fill'd, it may be, full 32373|Of the wine-light that he loves so well 32373|When we but sip its sweetness up; 32373|But we must part, must leave him there 32373|To perish in his sweetness fair:-- 32373|Must leave him here, must leave him there, 32373|And die in his most sovereign care:-- 32373|Must leave him wept, I must leave all 32373|His seven friends, the gallant three, 32373|The lady and the shepherd three, 32373|And ever in the night must see 32373|The seven maidens fair and free! 32373|And they together drink the tide 32373|Of Lethe's flood, or in the pride 32373|Of Hell may maiden Jove be bride. 32373|Then I must waste in company 32373|Of lovers, for I know 32373|That at the bottom of my fate 32373|There let me never come to thee. 32373|Now for a sign to bound my brow, 32373|And 'twixt the black and fair, 32373|Because, in spite of all their bliss, 32373|They have been forced to share. 32373|Away, my jolly members, and a kiss, 32373|Take, O take those lips away 32373|And for ever hold them fast in this, 32373|As you will keep the day. 32373|I have been proud and plump and round, 32373|And many goodly things; 32373|O take those lips away, 32373|And for ever hold them fast in this, 32373|As you will keep the week! 32373|Sweet morning, soft and clear, 32373|Comes filling the meadows with flowers, 32373|Fresh from the banks of Tay, 32373|And from the sea that is called Elysian, 32373|My fair love comes to my door. 32373|To make my bed soft I sweep: 32373|To make my pillow for the deep: 32373|To make my pillow braid: 32373|To make my pillow ======================================== SAMPLE 272 ======================================== away 28591|In the heart's hushed light. 28591|The last song that moved Thy Love 28591|Is of the singer's mood; 28591|And the last wail, that lulled to rest, 28591|Is of the lifted flood. 28591|I cannot die 28591|Nor fold my hands to Thee; 28591|But, through the calmness of Thy love, 28591|I feel Thy inmost power. 28591|And when the last sun sets, 28591|I am Thy faithful one 28591|Who, though I die, still lives to sing, 28591|"I live and die alone!" 28591|"Thou lovedst me, my God!" 28591|"I loved thee, O my God! 28591|I died for my own sake-- 28591|But all that life may give and take 28591|I give and take away." 28591|So God's sweet joy that day 28591|Were full of Thy sweet sake 28591|At once was turned away, 28591|And Thou wert far away. 28591|I cannot sing 28591|Nor moan, nor sing, 28591|But ever for Thy grace I pray; 28591|O all the world's delight 28591|Is there no joy but Thine? 28591|Thou art my Light, 28591|My Sorrow's delight, 28591|Thy Sorrow pure as daylight is, 28591|Thy Sorrow pure as light! 28591|But Thine, my Light, 28591|Thou hast full fathom; 28591|The tide-waves roll and toss 28591|In the lone sea-wave of Galilee 28591|The Lord of life is my ocean-sea, 28591|My Thule's rock, my sky-born star, 28591|My storm-swept, sun-haunted star, 28591|Each circling, circling year. 28591|What can there be more near 28591|To bless our lives, than take 28591|Our souls from death and part 28591|From the dread sceptered heart 28591|Of the destroyer? 28591|That sacred hour has come 28591|To bid us from our doom, 28591|And to an after-word 28591|Bring what we have not lost! 28591|I cannot say my faith is small, 28591|I seem in fear to shrink from it. 28591|But, brother, let me say, at all 28591|Kind words, most kind that lips may speak, 28591|My heart is strong to hold so much, 28591|So much as love is sweet to seek-- 28591|It is so bare of joy and bliss, 28591|So full of mystery and sadness, 28591|So far from light, so dear to me 28591|That love alone can lead us home-- 28591|It is so bare of joy and gladness! 28591|The heart, my Brother, my heart! 28591|How shall I love thee, how not in sadness? 28591|What will I love when least we might 28591|Have met, beneath the tender twilight, 28591|The angel by the lonely sea, 28591|Bearing my very life away 28591|In sadness for the sake of thee? 28591|Thy words, my Brother, shall I hear 28591|From this my heart of hearts, thine eyes 28591|Full of all earthly sorrows here, 28591|I shall remember as I lie 28591|In the land of shadows which is night, 28591|In the land that is no more with sun 28591|Upon the darkness of the sky; 28591|Where the lightnings of Thy love are lost, 28591|Thou wanderest under autumn moon, 28591|Upon the brow of darkness lost, 28591|Where all my love is buried. 28591|Thy thoughts, thy words! 28591|What though the great sun, night's dark king, 28591|Should set, as now, his rays above 28591|Thy deep and perfect beauty! 28591|Then think not all my sorrows vain 28591|Beguile thy stubborn, patient pain, 28591|That I have learned to live again 28591|Within the narrow world of pain. 28591|I have seen a ship sailing 28591|Down the golden seas, 28591|S ======================================== SAMPLE 273 ======================================== ; 38174|'If this day, O Vaisara, for thee she waits 38174|With love, with love, and gentle speech, her fate. 38174|He shall give aid, his heart with love grow cold, 38174|The day that is forbidden to come; 38174|The day that comes, for none may watch o'er her, 38174|Only his eyes the day renew; 38174|And she whose beauty is the veil of night, 38174|The dawn reveals, and he shall be a sun 38174|Set in her eyes, his own, the perfect one. 38174|'Thus, Dardans, shall no son of mine appear, 38174|Nor any mother, or her babe or boy 38174|May he whom love hath led away, 38174|Be one companion of my toilsome life. 38174|I give thee all I ask, and add a flood 38174|Of all the pleasures which my life allows. 38174|The fruit of love is mine, the fruit of strength, 38174|The fruits of virtue, and the best of harm, 38174|The fruits of holiness, the light of truth. 38174|This is the fruit wherein the spirits live, 38174|The life which they must die who give themselves. 38174|Here too my mother was, and in this grove 38174|Bethought her of my wish. But to be kind, 38174|And help me to repent and prayer, and leave 38174|My son, I pray thee, to the Sibyl's quest. 38174|To whom she thus:--"If what thou seek'st be just, 38174|May not my son be wronged, by thy complaint; 38174|But for my own, my friend, I beg of thee, 38174|That he before thy feet his hand should lay, 38174|And be thy solace. Ah! the thought is vain; 38174|For should I strive withal, not amorously 38174|I could approach, but with my hands I touch 38174|The ground; no longing can my soul encompass. 38174|Yet, for this cause, we fly where thou art fainting. 38174|Not I, not to be loved, no fear can take, 38174|But in my frenzied arms I sink me down 38174|With longing for the day. Ah! must I wait, 38174|And stay too long, when my returning wheels 38174|Shall touch the wings of night? I cannot hope, 38174|Nor will I hope, nor will I hope to win, 38174|But follow thee, beloved, with longing eyes, 38174|And so in love's pursuit. The day behind, 38174|In which he came, I still escape, nor flee, 38174|But follow thee, come back, and by this brook, 38174|This mountain top, where all the rest is lost, 38174|I'll rest on raft, and on its top, alone, 38174|Where the wave-pennoned waters lightly sweep, 38174|And the sky veerless as the moon; and so 38174|This Rock of Hills shall yield us for our home." 38174|So saying, with his arms he binds the boy, 38174|And takes him to the groves, that he may find, 38174|The grottoes in the grove, and on the grass 38174|Set kisses, and then sleep again. 38174|But when she comes, to where the waters lie, 38174|Silent, the mother-bird begins to sing. 38174|Straight to the grot she hies, where bright the stream 38174|Runneth at full, on either side the hills, 38174|And overhead the circling shadows lie. 38174|There to the side the limpid water skims 38174|Its gentle bill, and on the grassy turf 38174|Gives to the thirsty earth its odorous store, 38174|And cool from heat, and on the moisture fed, 38174|While on the flowery turf the water laves 38174|The earth again, and through the dew-bright grass 38174|Reflects the earliest flowers. Here the sun 38174|Has set, and there the bees with bustling hum 38174|Beat their gay wings, or sip the teats, or hang 38174|Their fretful loads, and with cool, pleasant buzz 38 ======================================== SAMPLE 274 ======================================== s, and their children, 1365|As the boys were talking sadly, 1365|And the words they spake were heavy. 1365|Then the mother, quickly rising, 1365|Witterly began to question, 1365|Did she think her husband's spirit 1365|Was mistaken in this judgments: 1365|"He, indeed, is fair and noble, 1365|And should ever be distinguished; 1365|He shall still be loved and loved, 1365|Let us try our skill and valour 1365|In the art of song and smiter." 1365|Thereupon young Ilmarinen 1365|Took the path of purest pleasure, 1365|And he went on, still plodding, 1365|To the cottage of his father, 1365|To his mother's distant hamlet, 1365|And to all his fondest thoughts. 1365|As he wandered through the homestead, 1365|He beheld sweet incense blowing; 1365|All the women were in wonder, 1365|All the children in amazement. 1365|On the border of the cornfield, 1365|And behind him in the by-way, 1365|Sat the famous Wainamoinen, 1365|On his head his magic helmet, 1365|At the knees of the magician; 1365|And he looked in all directions, 1365|Looking to the distant hamlets, 1365|And he pondered and reflected. 1365|'T was a miracle of art, 1365|A befitting brain and conduct, 1365|But the Fire-child he imagined, 1365|And he found himself imprisoned 1365|Deep within a reed's decaying. 1365|Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel, 1365|At the river of the death-land, 1365|Thus addressed his mother weeping: 1365|"Wherefore dost thou weep, O Aino, 1365|If thou comest to our cottage, 1365|Woolamoinen, old and truthful, 1365|Tell me of thy pitiless torment, 1365|What the fate of thy companion?" 1365|Wainamoinen, thus made answer: 1365|"To the banquet thou art going. 1365|Thither does thy journey lead thee, 1365|To the bloody fields of Pohya; 1365|Hast thou left the maid, the waiting, 1365|Here behind a steed of battle, 1365|There to woo thine ancient hero, 1365|With thy finger-prints of wonder? 1365|This the reason of thy weeping, 1365|And thine infinite compassion, 1365|That I look in part for old Nokomis, 1365|And admire thy mighty power. 1365|I have seen the steed of conquest, 1365|He has journeyed without power, 1365|Driven by a blind companion, 1365|Driven by a hostile host; 1365|On my steed is he triumphant, 1365|On my steed is he the famous, 1365|Son of wild-beasts of Pohya!" 1365|Then the daughter of the Ether, 1365|Ever ready for a journey, 1365|Always on the right she hastened, 1365|Whether he should speed her homeward, 1365|On her journey or her husband, 1365|In her scarlet or in copper, 1365|Winging on her hands the matin, 1365|Dancing on the mead of silver, 1365|Dancing always on the rainbow, 1365|Dancing always on the rainbow; 1365|Ever on the rainbow-mountain, 1365|On the blue back of the storm-cloud, 1365|As the steed flies forth before her, 1365|As the hawk darts through the ether. 1365|As the hawk darts through the ether 1365|As the hawk darts through the twilight, 1365|As the hawk darts through the twilight, 1365|When the gray pike lies before her, 1365|Washing in the foam and whiteness, 1365|As the widow, with her offspring, 1365|Lustful daughter of the forest. 1365|Thus the young bride of the Ether, 1365|Strove with Kullerwoinen,inen. 1365|Kullerwoinen ======================================== SAMPLE 275 ======================================== here. 615|But he, in whom alone I see no trace 615|Of mortal, in his eyes beheld the case; 615|And then, of fair Marphisa, he despoiled 615|The warrior's sight, who looked no farther off; 615|But he with other griefs was vexed and pained, 615|The gentle damsel, with such griefs oppressed, 615|That he by Love was for all comfort fain. 615|This while the wretched her lord employs, 615|And vengeance, hatred and despair affords, 615|He with a hundred and ten blows assaults 615|Slandana, and rates from Paris' arms 615|The maid, who saw him, and with threat'ning speech 615|And menace haply bred before his bands. 615|So he, disheartened by the champion, spurred 615|His courser, fraught with evil tidings, back 615|To Spain; in his vain need, his arms he spurred, 615|And on the listed mead discoursed to lack. 615|At Agramant he smote, on his broad hand, 615|And thrust the other's saddle from his head, 615|And at the stripling, whom he made demand 615|To parry much, Orlando grasps the steed, 615|And to his saddle springs: one who well bred 615|All Brandish metal, well could horse and steed, 615|And one who lacked both arms -- of every mode 615|Is either. Of such quality the horse, 615|Obedient to the rein, is well esteemed. 615|Not to recruit its speed, by use unseemly 615|(Who would believe the charger of a horse), 615|The steed was made, which was the better squire, 615|Of Brigliadoro, who Bayardo hight; 615|And well in battle as in chase was hight. 615|The steed, whose semblance to the daylight light 615|Was good Orlando's, with a mournful cry, 615|Thought not of this, of that which he alight 615|On Agramant his cousin, whom he hight; 615|For she, as he is told him, (for that he 615|Had sometimes thought he had less courteous be,) 615|Dismounted well her eyes before the rest, 615|Which, for their comrade, had his visage prest; 615|And from his hand the sable reins down prest, 615|And at that stripling leaped a furious blow, 615|Which had made him a better horse; the pair 615|Who best had slain him, had been less before. 615|By this the sainted bird into the air 615|Was hurried, who, from place to place, did fly, 615|And with one bound, in that unhallowed place, 615|Plunged underneath his wing, the courser's plated 615|Beak, that he could not wound the bird, when lo, 615|He launched the hippogryph, and wheeled him home 615|And left the horse behind him in the gorse. 615|And, where the illimitable knight arrives 615|Into the place, she saw, with troubled face, 615|Her Brandimart, who, in a vision, drives 615|At every pace away that cavalier, 615|Whose passing seems to indicate the peer 615|Of his swift steed, with semblance ill appaid, 615|And who is wont with him to render staid. 615|And, he perceives, as from a cavern hoar 615|The woe which all its family lament; 615|And, issuing forth, that it is nigh about 615|Its end, on either hand the champaign spread, 615|And of the place a total wreck is made; 615|There, on three sides of the hollow portic, lay 615|The cavaliers, and that sad bridge at the sea; 615|Which now the wretched walls in ruin laid, 615|And the encumbering moat was strewn with gore; 615|And, for the wind still blew with speedy blows, 615|The sea was in such haste oppressed with rose. 615|The Child was with Orlando, who at sight 615|Of his dear brother with him wends his way, 615|And, if it sometimes rise, the hill and plain 615|Have by ill luck, and near the bottom lie: 615|The noise of waters and of sands, which rise ======================================== SAMPLE 276 ======================================== and is all--a youth, 11101|With eyes that never saw, 11101|Yet in his heart of hearts 11101|A brother's love and law. 11101|I'd rather think, than sin 11101|Upon the world's sweet blight, 11101|Of worlds, all made in vain, 11101|And worlds beyond the sky; 11101|Than the world's life quite new, 11101|And that 'twere bliss like this 11101|To live without the sky. 11101|In vain your tears shall flow, 11101|Your griefs shall cease to flow, 11101|Your tears have ceased to flow, 11101|But all your love made grow 11101|To be an angel's soul, 11101|And that your sorrows all 11101|For evermore shall roll. 11101|The time will come, so let me go 11101|Where Heaven has bid me go; 11101|But if it need be given me, 11101|I must away,--but never more-- 11101|For this your grief. 11101|I must away, then let me go, 11101|And you must not yet know-- 11101|But never more. 11101|You have put my childhood on the dangerous path, 11101|Left me to despair 11101|And to try some shallow, mazesing speech 11101|That I scarcely can discern, 11101|But I think the while I speak and think the while 11101|I seem the less to blame 11101|That my dream of fame 11101|Is that some day I may begin to do some deed 11101|A lady is in the town, I heard, 11101|I saw a child upon her knee 11101|And now, my heart is broken. 11101|I think I cannot tell you how, 11101|When I shall be forgiven, 11101|I shall look at you and say, 'M' so 11101|I shall, I shall look at Heaven. 11101|But when I shall grow weary, 11101|I'll ask how many more 11101|Dear feet will have to go again 11101|And if I cannot tell you, 11101|I'll try and try and try to know 11101|I have a strange vagrant, 11101|A queer visage, and a strange soul, 11101|And more especially a elf, 11101|With strange ways and tricksy, 11101|And a face not over bright, 11101|And eyes that never seem the first; 11101|But they say there's a way 11101|To make our sorrows glide. 11101|As long as the stars are at play we are at play, 11101|When mother's arms reach upward to the Great White Way; 11101|When your mother shall grow weary, we remember more, 11101|For all of your dear sisters and great sisters there are no 11101|other sisters giving you the same good will, 11101|For all that your poor sisters and sisters and sisters say 11101|You must be right; 11101|For all that you've given your brother and sister 11101|Is in the way of you. 11101|When the great white horses come in with the rider behind, 11101|And the gossips at last smile up reulously, 11101|Your brother's right; 11101|For all who ride in the morning brighten and flash with the 11101|shower, 11101|And the horses go after with laugh and clatter. 11101|The baby crouches on his arm, 11101|When you laugh and talk and scamper shall, 11101|But you never turn your eyes from that 11101|home you go through 11101|When the bright blue horses go like grey flies on 11101|the wind, 11101|When the bright red horses come to school with the 11101|rotting will, 11101|But you never turn your eyes from that 11101|home you left behind. 11101|When the great white horses come in with the 11101|quack and huntsmen free, 11101|You shall take the baby's arm along with you a 11101|highway. 11101|And when the young milkmaids come in with the 11101|milk-suspended breath, 11101|You shall gather dainties there to make your 11101|little nest. 11101 ======================================== SAMPLE 277 ======================================== |Where men's a-thinking with the angels. 37323|The world-abasement of God is best. 37323|A man's a man! Ask Heaven, if you can, 37323|What's all his world by having been a man. 37323|The soul, God sends it from, in every land, 37323|To meet its brethren, men, and that from strand 37323|To strand, not land; the right is in His hand, 37323|The bondman makes his habitation: God 37323|Makes every land a noble sod. Look up! 37323|Look up, and see, the hills around us nod, 37323|And, looking down, the river, broad and wild, 37323|Shoot like a robe along the waving sod, 37323|And all the earth become a swirling sea 37323|Of mottled foam and thunder. Brave and free 37323|The broad flood goes along the river's brim, 37323|And all the little rivers, full of rain 37323|And glad to be a comrade unto him. 37323|The year runs on in mighty train, 37323|Their hearts grow arrogant with pride, 37323|Their pride is in a flood of pain, 37323|They drink the blessed tide. 37323|They struggle, weary of their strife; 37323|They dare not rest, they must abide 37323|In a still and pleasant air, and wait 37323|Till God shall speak His will. 37323|O bitter wail, and full of pain, 37323|O wondrous weight of love, O sore 37323|It stings me to the very heart again 37323|That is so old! 37323|O bitter wail! 37323|You dare not speak? 37323|I have no rest, I lie in the grave. 37323|Then I must hurry down the slope 37323|And try for the last time. I look out 37323|And see where the water's stagnant tide 37323|Blinks into the moonlight. 37323|I halt and I wonder. 37323|I wake and wonder. 37323|At night the water licks a tongue 37323|That works and talks to itself again, 37323|And makes some words of the old black pain 37323|That were better spent. 37323|I wake and wonder. 37323|I try and try. My God, I try. 37323|Sure something calls and says, "Come down!" 37323|Then comes the answer: 37323|"Come down as you will, 37323|And will return to your own homes still"; 37323|Flowers are not sent from the bud and the grass 37323|To pain you as God does. 37323|I wake and I wonder. 37323|By the long light 37323|The fool shows me what once I feared. 37323|I only know 37323|The white road's weary road stretched out 37323|Under the trees, and the sky that leans 37323|And knows the light. 37323|But what if he came again? Though he fares 37323|New, the stream comes back to us more still. 37323|And the place is made more beautiful, more fair, 37323|The place where there was not before, not here, 37323|But he who made it? 37323|In the dark woods, in the dark ways, 37323|Under the low dark sky, 37323|There is only a faint sweet scent 37323|Of roses and the evening air 37323|And the sea's cool delight 37323|And the sweet sound of the rain 37323|And the salt breath of the day 37323|And the soft smell of the sea. 37323|It is better to go in peace 37323|Than lying here in this arm-chair 37323|And the black clock, 37323|Than hanging upon my door-sill 37323|And being tired. 37323|I shall never again think of thee. 37323|I have dreamed not of thee, Arline. 37323|I have dreamed not of thee. 37323|You were more beautiful and fair 37323|Because I failed to see you. 37323|You were more beautiful and fair, 37323|Because I failed to see you. 37323|I will never believe that in my youth 37323|My eyes have ======================================== SAMPLE 278 ======================================== 6652|In the very centre of the circle-world; 6652|Or the vast moving fountain of the sun 6652|That rolls his thunders to the mighty deep, 6652|And from his misty wings has torn away 6652|The stony rhapsodytes,--the sun's decline, 6652|The sphered moon's pall, and all the starry spheres, 6652|With which the great eternal had his birth. 6652|Such was the race _Eden Journal_,--all 6652|The which even now, with praise and plaint remains; 6652|And all the hosts combined, who had the skill 6652|(Though more than half deceived by slight design) 6652|To pluck the sunshine from the gloomy skies, 6652|As from an Eastern promontory, now 6652|Fresh, as when first adorned in silver sheen, 6652|The radiant light of day in azure waves; 6652|Or, on the bosom of the radiant sea, 6652|Reflect the ruby, and the amethyst gold, 6652|Whose rays the nimbus circles round with gold, 6652|And in the midst contain some precious things, 6652|Which yet in happier hour may serve to grace 6652|The weary and the cold. To them I frame 6652|A benison on my unfeeling board, 6652|In honour of the great belief. This boon 6652|I ask for you; your charity to him 6652|Who is your friend; and ever to the poor 6652|A more indulgent heaven. This is he-- 6652|Is such an evidence for such a cause 6652|As mine! To the dull few whose souls do err, 6652|Whose wishes tend to evil, I commit 6652|A fatal gangrene! 6652|Arouse! exert your might 6652|To baffle pre-emptation. I can ply 6652|Nothing, my God! Against my enemies; 6652|As He may, ever, I will dare the worst. 6652|My soul doth leap with strong idolatry 6652|To worship God; and he hath need of prayer 6652|And not for any gifts. 6652|I love the Preacher. 6652|They have told me here already of your sins; 6652|What I can do, they do not make confession, 6652|But they will not confession make of "no"-- 6652|The perjured, are undone! 6652|I wish I were a fool, 6652|To whom, of God's best pleasure, I have given 6652|A portion of the good of my hard season, 6652|A portion, not that yet which I have earned, 6652|In such an hour as this. 6652|Alas! my friend, 6652|We have no God but that which I have done; 6652|But the Almighty hath prepared another season 6652|For perfect prayer, and I will make confession. 6652|He does not care 6652|For the least pain that ever may be given: 6652|But I will make confession. 6652|We do not meditate nor sing to nor to other, 6652|But walk one path, and straightly as the moon; 6652|Nor do our watchmen keep the Sabbath-tide 6652|For hours, nor other watchmen; for the right 6652|Touches the day's advantage, and the best 6652|Of all I suffer here is to be wise, 6652|And true to God, and to the best of all, 6652|And to the best of all that is allotted 6652|For prayers, and thanks, and wishes. 6652|Do not raise your voice 6652|In prayer to God, who hath this dispensation! 6652|'Tis my beseeching, you must hear my confession! 6652|Oh, my kind Saviour, teach me to believe 6652|In all that I have done, and to that one! 6652|I did but hear the trick, the trick--no, no! 6652|The old trick! 6652|It is my God, and I will not deny it. 6652|The old trick! 6652|The old fondness, and the good thoughts, and the good 6652|Of my most dear imaginings, have I withstood; 6652|Hail, O ======================================== SAMPLE 279 ======================================== the flower he made, 3255|Of the bright May-bloom there be made; 3255|In the rose's heart, for his sake, 3255|Till he died for love's sake, 3255|Pitiful, pitiful rose, 3255|Be the rose he did make 3255|For the rose's heart, or love's heart. 3255|I have been the head of the Queen 3255|All the summer day, 3255|That her wedding gifts, the sundowns 3255|Should be hers to say; 3255|And I'd be the little wife of the King's 3255|Little daughter, she. 3255|The King's palmy gardens I tread 3255|By the banks of the river, 3255|When the day burns, and the wind 3255|Sails the leagues on the heather-sown 3255|Ere the year begins to wither, 3255|But a rose in my heart I'll name 3255|Sincere, mine eyes; 3255|Mine eyes the summer-time's noon, 3255|For, if love were an elfin thing, 3255|In our hearts were happy or joy, 3255|That his love were one; 3255|But I see how the days change 3255|Since he walks, and he stoops to me, 3255|As he once was wont to do; 3255|And he looks to me, as he journeyeth 3255|With a slave's low wit, 3255|To the last turn of the tide, 3255|And the last hour of his fasting 3255|To the last turn of the shore, 3255|And to my lip with the wine and the wine 3255|I shall see him nevermore. 3255|I dreamed that the world would come, as the world has come, 3255|On some day to blend in the mirth of our fleeting night; 3255|That life, in whose dew lies the pearl of delight, 3255|Should suddenly waken the love-born star of hope 3255|To race in the light of our light, ere the day of our feet 3255|Should touch the soft palms of night, ere the day of our woe 3255|Should touch the soft palms of night, ere the dawn should go. 3255|I dream that I saw in dream, over hills, and away 3255|The borders of rivers that murmur with murmuring streams, 3255|And under the stars of night, on a moonlit night, 3255|I saw the bright islands of dreams fade away, 3255|And fain were off to the lands of the farther-shore brests 3255|Where the voice of a bird in the woods goes over the waves. 3255|I dream that the dreams depart, 3255|The songs ascend from the heart 3255|To the eyes that are made to sustain 3255|The life that is truly divine. 3255|The gold that comes is not won, 3255|For the pearl of all the streams, 3255|And life may lie in the dust, and be 3255|The flower of dreams. 3255|The world, the laughter and joy 3255|Of God and man may laugh and soar, 3255|Or sink in the hearts of boys, 3255|And mingle not with the sun; ah, no! 3255|That world is made for the years, 3255|And Time is flung like a torch away, 3255|In an hour of light and play, 3255|To dance with the dance of all the spheres. 3255|Ah! earth, earth, the joy of mirth, 3255|Where God and man go down to play, 3255|And die as a bride and come to die, 3255|And revel in gladness, and sway 3255|The curls of the moonlight away, 3255|To dance with the dance of all the spheres. 3255|What is Death but the shadow of death 3255|That lives for a little, and dies for a span? 3255|As a flower, from her grave set, 3255|In terror at first, nor fears for man, 3255|Then goes as a shadow from light, 3255|And is gone from the eyes of Death, 3255|Leaving an earthward madness to mingle 3255|With life's, and for naught else, hope for naught ======================================== SAMPLE 280 ======================================== .] 38503|tincta mornis ictus, 38503|trita ferundine tangens ager(661). 38503|nunc mihi sunt iuvenes lacrymaeque somnia ualet, 38503|nunc arma poterit, nunc pede uadere morbis 38503|spiravit et uitam uati, lassuque repente, 38503|nunc etiam sunt tratibus matura per aequora planta. 38503|SED uentis mihi {original nocte} reperta uide. 38503|cogitur, et cantus licet, et pectora regna. 38503|inuidi, iam uitam, quo quae ualet alter Alla Bhamnes 38503|quaeque et uicino flammas obuia plura littera. 38503|nunc uitam patriis rerum moenibus arua 38503|captaque abiegno uirtuti perdomni parte, 38503|nunc aridisti iuuenis auis et inimica fulmine 38503|facunda tibi sint: deus ille si res redeuntur. 38503|non pia uitae, non semel aliter tibi uindicant, 38503|quare, quae paritae, curis amore nuberet: 38503|lati, quae sacrilego uis, dum fit Chaesaee Cupido, 38503|piger. Etrus uolucris acie, non ante, curis nocet. 38503|cognita iuuenis, animos per gentis. 38503|SOLVES comites, ille nimium 38503|primo publicare feri; 38503|temptataque uitium 38503|aequoris ipsa regum, 38503|si patere aitnam 38503|mota regit sequuerat. 38503|THREICI superb, that I may hear 38503|Your dictum-torches tell, 38503|How, unendow'd with years, and fain 38503|With vain endeavour, 38503|You 'll sit as one that pines to tread 38503|An untrodden maze of fells; 38503|Nor turn your eye to view the dead, 38503|Nor grasp her phantom-hair. 38503|But, ere the summer skies grow grey, 38503|And the long western wind 38503|Waft the first shuddering gleams away 38503|In tints of dandelion, 38503|Seen through a fence, with lance of fire, 38503|I see the stately spaces, plain 38503|Expanding to your view, 38503|'Tis there I see, the world's desire 38503|Like some vast, lonely sea. 38503|But, over me unroll the skies, 38503|What were the days, the seasons, 38503|The moving scenes of old desire, 38503|The endless tracts of memory, 38503|The forms and scenes of memory, 38503|The vast, untravell'd times? 38503|I seek not your serenity, 38503|Nor your soft nubleness; 38503|But, through the veil of yonder sky, 38503|I see the dim, remote enclasp 38503|Of my great longing, and no rest 38503|But that frail, blessed dream of you, 38503|Hanging a radiant star on you, 38503|Like beams of your undying sun, 38503|So glorious and so far on you! 38503|My visions I would seek, 38503|Were you but near me, dear! 38503|But, O, in yonder, starlit sphere 38503|Love's beaming star appear! 38503|Your eyes, beloved, you are near me 38503|And I your whispered name shall know, 38503|And faintly in your sighing ears 38503|Will whisper love you love--and you. 38503|THE moon, as with a kiss, 38503|Sucks from the brimming ocean 38503|A health to thirsty isles; 38503|The morn is bright with smiles, 38503| ======================================== SAMPLE 281 ======================================== through the trees, and through the air 27700|To cool in the moonlight the lake's face, 27700|To watch the pale sails drift across the moon. 27700|And so, one night, a thousand birds and bees 27700|Rose wild with music in the lilac trees, 27700|From the green thicket where in autumn nights 27700|The orioles alight, and over the hills 27700|The thrush, the blackbird (see him not afar), 27700|All merrily singing. Hark, and hark, 27700|What are they singing, all the birds and I? 27700|Listen, and listen, and ye shall hear 27700|The wood-folk singing, all the little song 27700|That tells the lovers' secrets! Listen now! 27700|I saw a thrush as merry as a fawn; 27700|She had a crimson tuft, and she had eyes, 27700|In which the heart of May-time was at strife; 27700|Her head was crowned with aloe, and her hair 27700|Was tangled in her locks of sunny sheen; 27700|Her rounded throat was crowned with amber beads; 27700|Her face was lily-white, and she had lips, 27700|And she had teeth, that made the roses thrive. 27700|Her eyebrow was a thorn upon the rose; 27700|She had an eye of fire, and she was shy; 27700|Her pudgy cheeks were roses in a flock 27700|Of pansy girls, who lured her hand a-milk, 27700|And kissed it, ah! their lips they burrowed swift 27700|With sweetest honey; she was such a pomegranate 27700|That all the summer seemed to rip and fade. 27700|The wind that tossed the trees about the place 27700|Blew so a silver note, and all the ground 27700|Reeled as the sea subsides. 27700|There too the dove 27700|Bore a white feather to the minarets. 27700|And there the dove 27700|Bore a white feather to the minarets. 27700|The purple thrush, 27700|The oriole, the blackbird, and the larch; 27700|The robin gilded his bright window glass 27700|In the warm sunshine, and the maiden shone 27700|With moonlight on her face. 27700|There too the willow-tree was reared 27700|And spread abroad its verdant leaves. 27700|And there the goldfinch, 27700|And the seagull, melons all the way 27700|Peeped the green sedge, and through the flowers peeped, 27700|Like to a shining water-lily, rare 27700|And fragrant, and the snowdrops spangled fair; 27700|And there the ground-swell broke 27700|In sparkling spray, within the silver waves, 27700|And berry-blooms of aster, white of sheaved; 27700|And there the sleepy-plucking adder stung, 27700|And to the restless water, gentle-singing, 27700|And all the jocund Summer rainbows tipped 27700|Her bright and silken fringes, and the sun 27700|Crimsoned his burning florid cheek to red. 27700|Then too the wood-nymphs on the meadow path, 27700|Ofttimes in shady places, under trees, 27700|Come to their shady haunts, and there they dance, 27700|And evermore the swallow scents and tunes 27700|The drowsy presence of the bees and bees, 27700|And in their merry peals the mocking-birds, 27700|And drowsy tinklings these: 27700|A thousand little silver notes, that float 27700|From tree to tree, in long and lengthened laps, 27700|A thousand-oddling insect-haunted throats, 27700|A carol on the dewy grass, that laps, 27700|And flits, and mingles with the drowsy charm 27700|The drowsy noontide fills 27700|And purples oer the water, and the rill 27700|That eddies past the piny sandy shells 27700|That run and play upon the twinkling panes. ======================================== SAMPLE 282 ======================================== , _Laudille_, in French, _Cant_. 38550|_Carv'dor_, _Mauurelle_, the good, the Just. 38550|_Carv'dor_, _Cant-bearer_, without Off. 38550|_Cardins_, cabbages. 38550|_Cant-bearer_, cuckolds. 38550|_Cant-bearer_, the thrall. 38550|_Cawein_, laughing, not a thought. 38550|_Cawdoun_, the woodcock. 38550|_Cawssin_, cawing, the thought. 38550|_Cawssin_, cuddling. 38550|_Cawssin-wild_, foolish talk; to laugh. 38550|_Convoy_, a court, the court. 38550|_Cawne_, counsel; to employ the pain. 38550|_Craggy_, craggy, confused up with contort. 38550|_Cawdoun_, the woodcock. 38550|_Cawssin-bird_, hawk or pigeon. 38550|_Cawdoun-bird_, hawk or young falcon. 38550|_Caumodun_, the cur, the ear. 38550|_Caumodun_, a small bird. 38550|_Crooning_, humming, a merry song. 38550|_Croon_, to crow, to crow. 38550|_Croon|_Cawdoun_, a cawse. 38550|_Croonie_, a rook, a crow. 38550|_Cawdoun_, that crook, the woodcock. 38550|_Cawdoun_, that crook, the woodcock. 38550|_Cawdoun_, a brood. 38550|_Cawdoun_, that crothing, the crow. 38550|_Cawdoun_, a young bird. 38550|_Cawder_, the belly. 38550|_Cawdoun_, that crook, the woodcock. 38550|_Cawdoun_, that crook, the woodcock. 38550|_Cawdoun_, a fiddle. 38550|_Cawdoun_, the woodcock. 38550|_Cawmander_, the woodcock. 38550|_Cawdoun_, a brood. 38550|_Cawdum_, the cur, the brood. 38550|_Croon_, the crookneck. 38550|_Croonby_, a young bird. 38550|_COMBE (after a long succession) 38550|COWL (after a long succession) 38550|COWL (ele), the hawk, the falcon. 38550|_COMBE (after a long succession) 38550|COMBE (after a long succession) 38550|COMBE (after a long succession) 38550|COWL (after a long succession) 38550|COMBE (after a long succession) 38550|COMBE (after a long succession) 38550|COMBE (after a long succession) 38550|COMBE (after a long succession) 38550|COMBE (after a long succession) 38550|COMBE (after a long succession) 38550|COMBE (after a long succession) 38550|COMBE (after a long succession) 38550|COMBE (after a long succession) 38550|COMBE (after a long succession) 38550|COMBE (not to earth) 38550|COMBE (not to earth) 38550|COMBE (not earth) 38550|COMBE (not earth) 38550|COMBE (not earth) 38550|COMBE (not earth) 38550|COMBE (not earth) 38550|COMBE (not earth) 38550|COMBE (not earth) 38550|COMBE (not earth) 38550|COMBE (not earth) 38550|COMBE (not earth) 38550|COMBE (not earth) 38550|COMBE (not earth) 38550|COMBE (not earth) 38550|COMBE (not earth) 38550|COMBE (not earth) 38550|COMBE ( ======================================== SAMPLE 283 ======================================== , the great-hearted, 37188|Who had hoped for this and said, 37188|"It is only the end of my journey, 37188|But my hands are hardened and sore, 37188|And the hands of my friend are thinner 37188|Than the sea-grass that they cherish. 37188|"And the wind of the winter night 37188|Is blowing colder and wilder, 37188|And far in the West is the little white home of the nest, 37188|Where the fire-flies are rising. 37188|"And I am afraid of my journey, 37188|For the wind of the winter night 37188|Is driving my thoughts from me, 37188|And the fire-flies are gathering. 37188|"For the sky is low before me 37188|And the fire-flies go after, 37188|And the wind of the winter night 37188|Is making my mind more savage, 37188|And the fire-flies are gathering. 37188|"The night-flies are gathering round me 37188|And laughing and gossiping, 37188|And I see the little white home of the nest 37188|Where the fire-fly is circling. 37188|"Hands inexorable of their own selves, 37188|Who make at once what they gave not; 37188|From the dust of my grief and my longing to dust return, 37188|So that I may remain in loving and loving 37188|Till the end of my journey is made in the world divine." 37188|"And I turn my eyes to the west, 37188|As the stars are lighting the sky, 37188|And I gaze there in my despair 37188|On the beauty behind the sea, 37188|The moon that stands in the sky 37188|As a gray stone standing upright." 37188|There is a song in my heart of hearts. 37188|"I know that there, on the waves, 37188|There is a lone fisher keeping her dark flocks 37188|And the sea that borders them. 37188|And I know a song of the waves that sweep the sea, 37188|And the wind that swings by me. 37188|And a song of the wind is my heart, 37188|And I know a song of the wind's wings. 37188|And I know, as I listen them in turn, 37188|The great gulfs of the sea-wind that sweep me on their track, 37188|I shall find again in my heart a song of love 37188|In the songs of my heart of hearts. 37188|"Give us thy light and thy love and thy beauty, 37188|Thou moon, that hast heard the wild sea storm; 37188|For our hearts are as one in the night, 37188|And the world is our daily life, 37188|And if we had eyes in the dark, 37188|Ere the day of the close of a life, 37188|Thou wouldst walk in the path of the wind 37188|And wander among the leaves, 37188|And pass, and pass, till the evening-tide, 37188|To the place where our treasures were set by the sea. 37188|And a song of the wind is my heart, 37188|And a whisper comes silently, 37188|Of voices that whispered, and eyes that were wild, 37188|To a fearless youth on the ocean wild. 37188|"Come back, O strong soul, to the home of the wind, 37188|For I would hear thee and live with the stars and the sea! 37188|Yea, all the world would be changed for thee 37188|If thy face were as now with the trees and the flowers! 37188|No, beautiful world, for I would forget, 37188|And thy heart were changed into leaves and the dewfall set!" 37188|And the voice of the wind answered him: 37188|"I am the voice of the wind." 37188|And the voice of the wind, when it blew so wild, 37188|Said: "I am the Voice of the Waters, 37188|And I have heard, and have followed the Voice 37188|That called the rivulet down!" 37188|And the Voice of the Wind said: "Even now, 37188|And I will remember the speech of the Wind and the sea! 37188|But not on the face of the waters, ======================================== SAMPLE 284 ======================================== .] 35190|Sone ere the mornes waken she. 35190|The King he rist hys vppon a stede 35190|With a gret frosen sondry fode; 35190|Eche sethtwys hed in to the stronde, 35190|Bot nowh wer browe full of care. 35190|Whan he toke kepe hys yhe away, 35190|And thetherward he made hys bowe 35190|Full longe of dethes he rode schene 35190|And herde the rynges rede also. 35190|Of his othere lond ther spake his thought: 35190|‘Syr, for thy potter as a frende 35190|Thys wyndes set ther mote I wot 35190|For al this world, that here I had; 35190|Thus it betwene wolde be.’ 35190|‘And let me have my bowe,’ sayd the knyght; 35190|And ther thou shalt be holde of Ioye.’ 35190|With that he shot and smote off Sways, 35190|And hente no maner poynt of heuen; 35190|Thes fell, and sondry golde was the cloth, 35190|The beste wyne, and euer wer sawe walle. 35190|He had not fayred swynge, to wast him drede 35190|With wynges wounde to sore his herte bite; 35190|On hys head he set a fyrre herte bright. 35190|He tok the lyf, that for to bite 35190|A poynt of blosmy, fro this londe, 35190|Anone he set on a wod bright, 35190|That it was good, so Ector shalene: 35190|There stood a bowe by dyë sen. 35190|Thus for to lyve, and thus to dyne, 35190|In the depe forest he abydynge, 35190|In his wynde cam boke a strange man, 35190|To see thus lost in maryage, 35190|And by the lawe of Cite the seyde, 35190|His parchde loke stript of his slawes. 35190|The boke sayd, anone that it was drawe, 35190|And in his slepe he gan drawe in two, 35190|Wherfore this false man also he slew 35190|With his felawe, that he was dede so; 35190|And in a nyk, whan that he lay, 35190|He made him dyed in dede his lyve, 35190|And with his bowe thus besy blyve. 35190|‘Alas! thy werk, myn owene fay, 35190|Thou art no wyfe,’ sayd the couen mon; 35190|‘Yet had I no wight,’ sayd he, 35190|‘Alas! for thee, thou fals knyght! 35190|Thou art no wyfe, thou mayst no doute; 35190|A Lycyon is a dedely wight, 35190|And may no wight of any wight, 35190|But he that is a true wyfe, 35190|Yf thou do make me wysch ynowe, 35190|Therfor I may no wyt.’ 35190|‘Alas! thy werk, myn owene fay, 35190|Thou art no wyfe, for thou canst no doute; 35190|The more fayth my pryde and my payne, 35190|So moche I that, without thy fayne.’ 35190|Crist wok no wordnes werk begunne, 35190|But sware by God that he were wroght, 35190|That euery man to God agayne 35190|Must forgyve what he ne may want. 35190|‘Thou art no wight,’ sayd Robyn Hode, 35190|‘Thou art no knygh ======================================== SAMPLE 285 ======================================== and the duke, 1030|For the nonce and for the rest. 1030|But this is the case: ere ever I saw 1030|Such noble lords with lofty brow, 1030|I would incline to a different dye, 1030|And a stranger to your vow; 1030|But they're all alike from Jove derive, 1030|Or Jove, or Saturn, or whatever 1030|Man you devise or woman wot. 1030|I'll tell you all, you're one, I swear, 1030|How the old king and the young lord 1030|Were bound to the trysts provided there; 1030|How he and his sons divided counsel, 1030|From every one of the Roman people, 1030|And wisely, too, so it was spoken; 1030|And the people of Cyprus they northward are taken, 1030|And their lords are come to Jove's ear; 1030|So, at parting, the king bade them go 1030|To their ships and their homesteads fair, 1030|And the people, too, in their hearts they'll vow 1030|To the gods, to the King the Fates to bear; 1030|So they went, and the people did vow to the end with 1030|Bos is a new name for thee, 1030|With many more besides! 1030|But the times are changed, and now give way, 1030|And the King is old and out of play. 1030|So let no more be said in verse, 1030|But say, my friends, with the old one's verse. 1030|It is my will in season of rest: 1030|Be my meat but a bone, 1030|Or a buck, that would easily be at rest; 1030|For of old such colours were seen, 1030|Which, though new, still make pretence 1030|In the King's own country to persevere: 1030|So for fame let me put my salt in drink, 1030|While I eat, and drink, and ate, and wink, 1030|A worthy cause for that old king; 1030|For a king must be a fool, 1030|And if he be a fool is not a knave, 1030|Is he not as his subjects have 1030|When his heart is heavy? 1030|'Give me, therefore, a glass of beer, 1030|If ye be in my mind, 1030|And I'll drink in a manner I am clear,' 1030|It is nothing but a bootless tear; 1030|For who would poison with a draught such a want, 1030|To dip it in the flood of a good ale pot? 1030|The King says nothing, and this I have said, 1030|The liquor is not good, but is bad. 1030|We should have nothing more to say; 1030|I know not what would happish and decay: 1030|If to drink thou shouldst go, go in peace and glory, 1030|From thy wits' drinking thou art the more a guest; 1030|And, in the name of King Apollo, 1030|There shalt thou see thee, and for ever hold'st nearest, 1030|As in thine ear unsubeified. 1030|We do give a bad name to an evil fame: 1030|The worse is worse, if there be none. 1030|But we know not whitherto we go, 1030|But a case of beer will soon be made, 1030|And all the country, if there be, 1030|Will know of it, and be afraid. 1030|So drink thou forth, my merry man; 1030|There 's nought so good for thee or men; 1030|For it will seem the worse for thee, 1030|If thou drinkest no strengthening wine. 1030|Now, for my part, drink on the best; 1030|Drink well and get thyself a rest. 1030|'Tis better, sure, by drinking, than 1030|By any other to be fed; 1030|And in the worst of thirsts, by drinking, 1030|We should be lazy after thinking. 1030|The time will come, when thou and thine 1030|Shall find the dishes had not been: 1030|No matter who between them lie, ======================================== SAMPLE 286 ======================================== , was of a noble spirit and the right. The 1997|angel was with him, bearing the first fruits of fire by 1997|which the wise king of heaven was present to me. He did not 1997|whatever he desired, but let his wisdom take flight. I saw 1997|every one of them, for no high good that man could do in Holy 1997|constring humility, nor so much more of the high office that 1997|he made in life for his merit." 1997| The embers of burnt sacrifice are in the fire, wherefore, 1997|people who, in respect to natural desires, are always burnt. 1997|"Say thou, if straight and careful thou hast come to the fire, 1997|through these sparks, tell me who caused that heat and this sad 1997|pleasure. A little thou knowest of a modern poet, and I saw the 1997|goodly courts of that righteous king, who, for the love of 1997|his true Church, made in his limbs so benign a vessel, that never 1997|such a vow could he have made. And he, following the fiery and 1997|cocted vow which without heat is broken, for the good 1997|will toward men, through his own default, gave him of the body; 1997|but he said to the other, 'A light is broken in heaven, and a 1997|courser to the other.' So afterwards, as soon as from the hour 1997|when the flame had been congealed within his Argo borne, I saw 1997|the little affluence of the Holy Spirit coming upon us. They 1997|seemed to me lord and master of that life, so far as I had 1997|seen, so clearly and with good will. And the same Love that 1997|followed him, upon that side which most with us sin in its 1997|trail has drawn forth, came circling over the right path; and 1997|a celestial love, that was evidence of good on earth, encircled 1997|every one round about. Nor was it less, that made the holy 1997|praise of the Sturo between us; for its bounty fills us with 1997|the same copious matter which, being silently responsive to the 1997|comparison of the world, teaches by Love that we enjoy and do 1997|with other's good. And this devoted people, who see ever 1997|unknown things, and keep on the same good, as that sanctified 1997|do which comes from Nazareth, through hearing the voice of 1997|the just Lord, and in seeing those eyes." 1997| "Thou shalt see love, as thou seest, that the love of faith 1997|at the second death is manifest in thee. That which I believe 1997|is the fifth light, and that which I believe is the eighth." 1997| The brightness, that rays already in my mind, when I 1997|saw dark along the eternal ways. 1997|"Say thou, my Father, what rests with thee here satisfied 1997|at the first love?" said I, for the Providence that with us 1997|spirits has so delayed my going to the bottom, when God inspires 1997|me to speak with my Lady. And she made answer, "Yes, my Lady, 1997|and the Lady of Heaven, who shines in thee, and breathes upon 1997|me, say whatever thing is yours: sweet love and keep fast the 1997|praise of thy life, as thou hast before thy Lord." 1997| Of me, who straightway look for comfort into lofty mind. 1997|With her words of my Lady I reclined myself again on my 1997|face, and the deep affection into which that Lady bows herself, 1997|was doing to advance toward me. 1997| The whole of the Blessed, according to the desire of merit, is 1997|propitious, as the good can, according to the goodness of 1997|God. 1997| The merit of this first desire. 1997|While on this one, that follows a third, I perceived that the 1997|love that I had for God only by this action shone through my eyes 1997| The "Ave Maria" or Lady's love. 1997|I did not see myself moved through the people that are around me, 1997|and one waited on the little mount, above the Muses' seat, till 1997|it turned to my own, and turned to my directed words. 1997|"O soul who art in the world upright and glad, such in these things 1997|enwrap our every judgments, we ought to see thee to be such, for 1997|we ought then ======================================== SAMPLE 287 ======================================== it a while, 1365|Then turn your back, and ply your oars. 1365|Lo, the river sends its annual flow 1365|O'er the pleasaunces, along the shore, 1365|Some are flocks that now are near to snow, 1365|Some are very aged, some as hoary more, 1365|And some are very much too old, you see. 1365|But when the ice has stripped your members quite, 1365|And your limbs have become too old for three, 1365|When the frost has stripped your members quite, 1365|When the frost has stripped your members quite, 1365|Then take a second time, and try your best 1365|To anticipate the happy day. 1365|The sun gives ripener juice; the leaves have stored 1365|Their precious produce for this world and me, 1365|In spite of all our ills and sorrows sent, 1365|With which I do abundant blessings see: 1365|Oh, how thankful I am to have chosen 1365|Either end of my days, or else my nights, 1365|When I have toiled all night without a guide, 1365|And counted o'er the teeming harvest-fields. 1365|How happy if in this world of ours we'd abide! 1365|For I have been a comrade unto you, 1365|You have been true unto me, even though 1365|You seem so in my thoughts, and in mine eyes, 1365|And I in my wild work among the trees, 1365|Be one among my servants as I seem 1365|To the completed completion of your plan. 1365|Now all the while to me you have consigned, 1365|As I to you shall be, your proper rule 1365|To give our greeting with an easy palm. 1365|And now come home and see what I'm delighted to bring 1365|In this new world of sunshine, called the Worldling's Sing! 1365|Here through this soft atmosphere is Nature flowing, 1365|And in her greenest veils of light the Maker is sitting. 1365|So that no morning sun or night air 1365|Will you be missing from this glad world below, 1365|But you shall feel a pleasure when you do not feel it, 1365|And a more bright and perfect day in every one's body; 1365|For though in very deed and word we serve the Happy, 1365|He will Himself alone, the glorified Son of God. 1365|"Behold, to-day I bring to you a gift worth having-- 1365|Be glad of heart, beloved, blessed in a generous spirit." 1365|The Poet was born in the West Country in 1826. 1365|"The Poet's Song" was made in the present supper-place of the 1365|poet. The poems included here were laid down by his father, 1365|and, like most instruments, laid them before his door, looking 1365|upon the walls of the Chapel, the last relic of his life. The 1365|poems, one by one, were added here with his own hand, and 1365|went back to his mother as he left this bright and happy home. But 1365|his mind was wholly free from every possible remembrance of his 1365|times, for he was more than fourteen, and thus lacking of the 1365|principles that his youthful path led him to the "Minstrel of 1365|Sappho;" and his father was of literature and was skilled in 1365|counting the work he did. 1365|The Poet was filled with strange conceit, but as yet had no confidence 1365|they were already composing the beautiful choirs to the memory 1365|of the old, and with their forefathers in the history of the world. 1365|"I suppose we have not only English pastoral farms, but English 1365|and the Dutch of the whole neighborhood. The French of the 1365|Sappho history is a short memoir, but also a little bit of French 1365|compressing the dust in the book I gave into my hand: and with these 1365|the artificial singings, the dialogues of business, the visits of 1365|parties, and the sweetest songs of the vintages, all that I have 1365|seen, and am therefore treasured together. 1365|"These little books are really given out ======================================== SAMPLE 288 ======================================== -to the world's end. 24405|They say he's brave to fight 24405|That fights for God above, 24405|That plays for Nature's Right, 24405|To raise and serve the Lord, 24405|Unto the Lord is fit, 24405|To give that play-thing up, 24405|And save those souls of his. 24405|Their hearts they will not break 24405|Nor turn aside from him, 24405|But take a tribute back, 24405|With simple faith in Him. 24405|O Lord, we are too weak 24405|To follow our weak rule, 24405|And fight for God at least. 24405|We've faith in Christ for life. 24405|They will not blame the strife. 24405|I charge the world, say they, 24405|"Help us who fail to weigh 24405|What God's good purposes. 24405|We cannot bear decay." 24405|We'll fail to feel the Lord 24405|Whom we have made so good. 24405|O Jesus, we will read 24405|Where others read aright 24405|The Book of Love aright. 24405|I would not make thee weep 24405|Because of this, thy child. 24405|Thou knowest all things well, 24405|When these my words are filled. 24405|No jealous fear or jealousy 24405|To mar thy happiness. 24405|And now I know this lily's life 24405|Is not a lily's, though she be 24405|Fair, pure, and good to look upon; 24405|This rose, pure, pure, red and sweet 24405|Is lily's, though she be not 24405|White, fair, and good to look upon; 24405|And though her bloom be gone. 24405|God grant they keep this rose 24405|And never spoil its scent. 24405|God grant with every breath 24405|That thrills the fragrance of it. 24405|God grant when death's hands meet 24405|They wear it in the place 24405|Where the rose blossoms sweet 24405|In holy quiet grace; 24405|And yet, oh Lord, my dear, 24405|These flowers shall be Thy throne. 24405|God grant that of Thy grace 24405|We shall look full of sorrow. 24405|Thou hast seen the scarlet hood 24405|Closing our lips to-morrow. 24405|God send we seek Thy grace 24405|Who made our lives a-chasing. 24405|God grant, when age shall cross 24405|The crimson cheeks of freezing, 24405|Our hearts' wild passion burn 24405|In holy quiet morning. 24405|A little while, a little while-- 24405|The sun sinks out of heaven. 24405|A little while, a little while-- 24405|The dawn is growing soon. 24405|A little while, a little while-- 24405|The stars have begun their song; 24405|And then, ah then, the day of light 24405|Has brightened into night. 24405|A little while, a little while-- 24405|We wonder why the flowers go. 24405|A little while, a little while-- 24405|The dawn is ending too. 24405|A little while, a little while-- 24405|The stars have begun their song, 24405|And then the morning comes in clang 24405|Of silver, of a silver tongue 24405|Over the purple hills, and when 24405|They know the sky is blue again, 24405|They tell the little tale. 24405|A little while, a little while-- 24405|The dawn is ending very soon. 24405|O heaven, the growing day 24405|Is close at hand, the night is dead: 24405|The leaves drop into sleep 24405|And the rose waken at the dawn, 24405|But they waken soon. 24405|The leaves are weak, the roses thin, 24405|The dew comes drizzling o'er the violet hill, 24405|The red stars sparkle on the sky, 24405|And all the fields are drenched and wet. 24405|O air, my own, how short's the time 24405|When we must sleep for ever now! 24 ======================================== SAMPLE 289 ======================================== -- 4010|And -- O'er the glen my course to run, 4010|And -- Hae ye mind, ye honnie louns, 4010|Your daddie knows no rest, but sleep allows 4010|The weary labours of my loveless life; 4010|And -- O Fortune most forlorn -- 4010|If, once released from anguish and despair, 4010|I lay me down and rest, till I o'ertake 4010|My latest breath, ere I my strength of breath, 4010|The cold and cruel cold of death might wake, 4010|Or, like a coward, leave the field and flock: 4010|I would not yield, for -- me! -- and all a tale -- 4010|I think I heard a distant Drummer say, 4010|And yet a distant Drummer told it me, 4010|His praise, his war, his glory, not his own, 4010|Not mine! How oft to me unknown 4010|Ye clamors, and ye visions of wild waste, 4010|Ye fierce illusions, that I dare not shun, 4010|That haunt the hills, ye visions of the night, 4010|That rise amid the darkness of the grave, 4010|And there pursue the hunted and the lost. 4010|What is so fair, what is so dark within? 4010|Why is it ye, whom such bright dreams within, 4010|As if I saw the Moon, and I saw Night? 4010|Ah! what so fair? Yet it is as before; 4010|For as for me, I shall not ever wear it: 4010|I've seen the daylight wane, and the moon fade 4010|In a cloudless sky, and the waned Moon be lost. 4010|Ah! what so fair? 4010|Why, why so pale? 4010|'Tis a dreamless night, and I dream of Love, 4010|And the story's true, so false and light above. 4010|Ah! why so fair? 4010|'Tis all a tale, and I'll not quote it far, 4010|But while ye may, I'll take my pen and write it, 4010|And ye shall know the truth, for I'll not brook 4010|On such raw things, nor deem myself a fool. 4010|No, no, not so; since life is like the sky, 4010|Where stars may fall, if clouds be black or fair; 4010|A little cloud, with silver spots therein, 4010|And golden Venus' golden crowns to find; 4010|And down from heaven, in robes of woven mist, 4010|Like Iris down -- a little cloud -- to drown; 4010|Then down -- then down! And where? Ah, fair and frail! 4010|I know not; but I know; since neither night 4010|Nor moon of this late morn, nor all the stars 4010|Shall move to shade, though sleep may not prevent, 4010|And gentle slumbers steal away the eye 4010|Of weary, weary wanderers through the land; 4010|And, all is still now, save the drowsy charm 4010|Of one white hand -- oh! not one breathing tress, 4010|And not one pulse remains, but all remains. 4010|Yes, Heaven! the window-pane is dim, 4010|The trees are gone, and leaves are blown 4010|And flowers are strown, I think of him 4010|Who sleeps so many shapes of stone; 4010|But what of him, when in that place 4010|He saw the Lady of my dreams, 4010|And stood and gazed upon her face, 4010|His memory shall not haunt the place; 4010|For he who sleeps in that still hour 4010|I think of him, and rise from sleep, 4010|And lie like him, and be like him 4010|At morn and evening-tide, and sing, 4010|And sing a little song o'er field, 4010|And field and forest, tree and tree, 4010|O, for such sounds, O, such a sound ======================================== SAMPLE 290 ======================================== , who was noted for his piety. 10493|I never had a dog, and yet he said 10493|That cats and dogs should never have been fed 10493|With water from an unseen fathom'd well, 10493|Or other meat for which there is no smell 10493|(A dog might have had a little deel). 10493|He asked for water from an unseen fathom 10493|To put some water to, and they were sleepy. 10493|He brought the water from a little cover, 10493|And water from a quarter of dark sky 10493|To put a coal upon the poor man's back. 10493|So they did, but he ran and ran still faster, 10493|Until they struck him with a mighty crash, 10493|And said, "A ship is gone astray, aglough, 10493|The master's voice is heard upon the plain, 10493|The hut is all gone sound, I want a ship." 10493|And when they'd backed the poor man to his credit, 10493|He said, "A ship is gone astray, a typhoon, 10493|It's time to quit the harbour and return, 10493|For now I want to go ashore, an' come 10493|To visit lumps that grow between this hell 10493|And leave you there as beggars. Let me go." 10493|He took a little gun and went to work 10493|And when he saw the water he began 10493|To drink until it would have filled his eye. 10493|He went to sea one morning, and he ran 10493|And said "Gee-by-e'aps, I'm only seven years 10493|From back o' the Old Skiddaw, I'm not the man 10493|A sailor ever sees. Don't be afraid! 10493|I'm safer going around the Kankakee 10493|And up among the rocks at Kankakee. 10493|They found me last week in the brig and out 10493|To get me roller skates and ice skates, 10493|Which they resolved I'd get me roller skates 10493|And take a skates and six and ninety weight; 10493|And when they made me look, they found me lying 10493|On a rock inside the which I never was." 10493|But he put in on his skates and said, "No, 10493|I don't want ice nor snow, but if it's better 10493|It's better here with you than have to sit, 10493|Unless you get a nip in every nook." 10493|And he put in his skates and said, "Wade in! 10493|It takes some time to travel to the Tents." 10493|I stayed in the line at midnight 10493|And followed the drum, 10493|To find out a way for others 10493|That didn't come back. 10493|They were on their feet by moonlight, 10493|They were going to sleep, 10493|But they never came back to meadows 10493|And I lay in the ditch: 10493|I went by the farm with a saddle 10493|And turned my head round, 10493|And I saw them at the window, 10493|And no one saw me, 10493|It was two miles to the north, 10493|With a ring to the east, 10493|And I turned my head round a way 10493|To discover if I'd go on a journey 10493|That was wrong with the start. 10493|A spring and a dive and a run 10493|And the short way to Boston-- 10493|They are all over there, anyway, 10493|They are all over there.-- 10493|It's over there, along, around, 10493|And back of the line, 10493|And out of the hills around us 10493|You can see the line. 10493|They have gone and left me facing 10493|Like a child with a cheek. 10493|I can't tell you which was quickest 10493|For me to do my best; 10493|But I can't tell you which, if it's better, 10493|I must go on and rest. 10493|When I was a lad I lived by myself with a drover who never was 10493|"But a squatter who'd never be there ======================================== SAMPLE 291 ======================================== , 28591|Thou, for thy part, 28591|God, thou, for thy beloved Son, 28591|Make mother's love so strong, 28591|Thy children are as bright? 28591|What, then, does he not feel, 28591|That he does wrong 28591|And does not feel as he? 28591|I did not view him there 28591|With clothing new, 28591|Warming and quietness; 28591|But I thought, "It is so!" 28591|I thought to see his face, 28591|And that was why, 28591|The Lord, who made him so. 28591|And is his head, 28591|Whereon a light, 28591|That is not of the night, 28591|Nor of the day-dawn's light, 28591|But of those seasons fair 28591|That followed after in the dark 28591|Beneath a white 28591|Arch, that the eyes of the sun 28591|May look on and say, 28591|"Father, thou art not dead; 28591|Nor hast thou hidden thyself 28591|In place of thy pierced head." 28591|Then, too, the light that he sought 28591|Was lit by his holy flame, 28591|And all was warm, and all was still, 28591|And his voice, far-ringing, 28591|Said, "_I have not_ read 28591|That heavenly rhetoric, 28591|But in that sacred page 28591|Of the eternal mind 28591|I apprehend and find. 28591|I do not seek to see 28591|Where earth and heaven contend, 28591|But look, and it will come to me 28591|In a language of my mood!" 28591|This speech seemed scarce a sigh, 28591|Almost without a sign; 28591|And all my heart went on 28591|Till a gentle hand did fold 28591|About my quiet, head of gold; 28591|And, closely clasped in prayer, 28591|I seemed to pray, 28591|"Father, thy will be done! 28591|Thy will be done!" 28591|What does the Lord not do? 28591|To be sure, I know to be sure, 28591|To do as, in my own sight, 28591|Do, in my very blood; 28591|To be sure to be strong, 28591|To be sure to be good, 28591|And always and all along, 28591|Father, to be just, 28591|To hold my life in trust, 28591|To bear my part in the heavenly throng, 28591|Into thy quiet rest. 28591|Let not the way be long, 28591|But let the end be bright; 28591|I will go on my road in the world, 28591|To be where thou art right. 28591|Let not ambition be your care; 28591|Be of good cheer at once your share; 28591|Nor lose the burden of an heir; 28591|For when your spirit and your will 28591|Are at the last at last fulfill'd, 28591|Be, then, the road for you provided, 28591|_There is no other way_. 28591|Let not the sloth of avarice, 28591|Nor solemn cruelty, 28591|Abjure, distress, nor envy 28591|Your portion or your portion are; 28591|For having lost the one before, 28591|Then, in a manner, lost the other. 28591|Your portion's not so very small, 28591|So far from being what you are. 28591|It is not that you are not small, 28591|It is not that you are most fair; 28591|A greater blessing will not fall 28591|Upon a simple head of care. 28591|No golden rule, no royal rule, 28591|Can keep your portion pure and fair; 28591|Nor let the shackles make you poor, 28591|Nor ruin make you of the throne; 28591|No gold can buy you from the old, 28591|Nor silver from the new. 28591|It is your duty, only, 28591|Your portion, only to possess; 28591|And fill the measure of your wealth 28591|With ======================================== SAMPLE 292 ======================================== . 35190|The King with her owne blisse had doone ope her, 35190|And bade shene do that tyme aske this case, 35190|And baste her chamber in to beare a pittie 35190|So in the bed she lay, and to be bitted 35190|With that her brother there aske vp her chamber, 35190|As there she lay in sliddes and slaked fast 35190|The prynce to the chamber of her lord, 35190|And there it lay that no maner lenger laste, 35190|That on the bed she lay so deare and light, 35190|And lay aspicitie in her bed all night. 35190|And when she saw the chamber all be laid 35190|Within the chamber, vertew of the thire 35190|The yonge lade to bedde she thanne abyde, 35190|And saide: "Now wher is my brides desire, 35190|To whom it is betid me to go see, 35190|And take my brethren lefte, and I go spille 35190|For this, that though my faders be not wroth, 35190|Yet I can storne you with my selfe full lyve, 35190|And by them lyke to take that lovely spille." 35190|And gan full wepe to take in what behove 35190|The messengers of god, and made them wene 35190|The fayre of Mars, and of his beryryd woo; 35190|And after this spake Venus, full of woe: 35190|"My wenynge, O my lady my dere may, 35190|If she be wroth at all, yet I am here, 35190|I dare not ask that whosoe be your fere, 35190|If thou desire to telle me sothly here 35190|To take of me your besiue observance. 35190|How you schal finden me in sothly wede, 35190|I am, and so shall you, to-morrowe thanne, 35190|And loke how that I shal come in enew." 35190|And with that word gan she no longer brent, 35190|But with a sad condy ran to waste, 35190|For to a wench that wolde be a mone, 35190|That, as she saw them burnen to the bone, 35190|Full saide: "O love, what is thy grecciaoun? 35190|What good folke of this sorghfull planete, 35190|Which doeth thee so joyous a delight, 35190|That it can not be quenched with a night? 35190|And thou shal be my werke if that I have 35190|A-side me sought with the scapen of thre, 35190|Or elles wylde or wykyn of my myght, 35190|I wolde lenger thanne my bettles lyke. 35190|But, for God, and thy mercy, I am holde 35190|In trust, and I shal lyke a-vnder-sond; 35190|For in the night, whan that thou wryte me here, 35190|I shal be with thee, nere to longe nor a day." 35190|And gan to syke, and kneled downward on hih, 35190|And as he walked forth was besyed full 35190|With sleight, persevered, and fast aboute, 35190|The dai did nought, for pitee of a wrecche; 35190|The nedes gan the quene to breke, 35190|And seyde, "God help me, and God helpe me!" 35190|He leyde his blynde fyrstest tyme and cry 35190|All beyeve to knowe that felawe blis: 35190|For that was he so ferforth fereful, 35190|That alle wymen feyne to wysdom 35190|And longe shal falle into his presence. 35190|He gan to syke, and knelëd downe many a wyfe, 35190|Full glad now is ======================================== SAMPLE 293 ======================================== with the rising sun-god, as he stood 27139|Upon the threshold of the temple, where 27139|He said to Eve, "I too am called from earth 27139|To share your simple comings; and I pray 27139|That thou wouldst stay and serve me here awhile, 27139|Till we return to thy victorious brow 27139|With all the glories of the conquer'd world." 27139|Thereat she quickly vanish'd from her gaze, 27139|And soon enough was heard approaching nigh, 27139|The sacred voices bearing, and a sound 27139|Of deep, resistless gurgings from her lips; 27139|For, till she enter'd the convulsive heart, 27139|Love's deep and earnest prayer prevail'd upon 27139|The tumult of those utterings; she so loved 27139|Her favorite, and must ever yield to him; 27139|Until he rose to life, and in his grasp 27139|He flung her, and made short the dying fit. 27139|Till now the rosy and resplendent light 27139|Dim'd from her brightness, and the silent night. 27139|He, as he went, along the shelving beach 27139|Went silently without; and all the shades 27139|Of the dim barge uncertain murmuring ran, 27139|And she who stood upon the shelving beach 27139|Cried _Oh! my darling!_ O, be not afraid, 27139|That she too comes to thy inheritance! 27139|His look, grown grave, interrupted him: 27139|"Indeed my child, it greatly grieves me much," 27139|She said, "that love is perfect; therefore warm 27139|Is the warm life within us; we can give 27139|Little of love for anything save life!" 27139|So saying, from her garden he step'd on, led 27139|Into the pathless wood, and there he stood, 27139|Upon the rugged shore, while through the glade 27139|Went Philomel, in sorrow and in joy; 27139|And ever as he climb'd the rocky path, 27139|Paved with his feet the track of a long pore, 27139|Tower'd over the unfathomable flood: 27139|His arms were folded forth, his face was wet 27139|With tears, as at his feet his childhood's home 27139|He bow'd, and kiss'd the hand that clasp'd the babe; 27139|And years follow'd, till, with love revived, 27139|He bore him to his youthful boyhood's rest, 27139|With a fond mother that he loved the best. 27139|And ever when beneath those bowery firs 27139|He lay, in infancy, and wearied then 27139|With years, and all the loneliness of life, 27139|A soothing murmur fill'd his infant's ear: 27139|Sooth'd it with constant thoughts of future good; 27139|Of that bright future, which he could forego 27139|Into the earth, and leave a name revered 27139|"Fecundi, sed ad domum quæ te, Somnus amicis." 27139|And, "O be calm," he murmur'd, "though in age 27139|Thou shouldst depart, yet teach me, not to fear; 27139|For it behooves, that men should vainly strive 27139|To be the cause of all, and nothing lose, 27139|Unless their lot who gaze upon the stars 27139|Should gaze upon the very life they lead. 27139|Why then should I be wroth at my own lot, 27139|And, in that weakness of all else, forget, 27139|That, by experience of it, I can bear 27139|To shut my eyes that I am faint and blind? 27139|And yet I feel that, since our infant race 27139|Were first of all, 'twould be a grievous fault 27139|To chasten every earthly mood; to move 27139|No spirit of its own to too intense 27139|A tenderness to sigh and soothe a foe!" 27139|He ceased, and with him fair Dione dwelt. 27139|On grassy turf or flowers that o'er him grew 27139|He sat; and o'er his eyes an olive light 27139|Was ======================================== SAMPLE 294 ======================================== on the wall. 16686|They brought the King a book 16686|Most innocent and fair, 16686|And, by his side, a child 16686|Under the peacock swung, 16686|Like a gold ring rubbed with pearls, 16686|With the white cloth pierced with pearl, 16686|So beautiful, so fair, 16686|The baby-king would grow 16686|And die, to keep the skies 16686|Open to baby-eyes. 16686|And there on the hill top fell 16686|The voice of the peasant old, 16686|While on his finger, from the nook 16686|Of his vine-bough, a letter bore 16686|With the light of the morning-star 16686|A message to baby-boys. 16686|For when the King would pass 16686|Among the children of his fame, 16686|He leaned against a gate 16686|With the gold cross in his hand, 16686|To lay it at the gate. 16686|And the children, as I read, 16686|Trembled and bowed their heads, 16686|And the boy bent low to the boy 16686|Who stood on the open road, 16686|And the poor little maiden lay 16686|Half famished in a stilly cool, 16686|And the voice of childhood spoke 16686|In low, sweet tones, which I hear 16686|From the white-house windows in the lane 16686|Make glad the shadows through the trees. 16686|And the cry of children made 16686|Strange, sweet, half sweet, half sad 16686|Murmurs and gleams, and echoes round 16686|The house, or memories come. 16686|And mother, from the window there, 16686|Looked on the mother and said, 16686|"Nep, father, there. Go home." 16686|And so they went. And I--my boy-- 16686|Grew glad when mother heard and smiled, 16686|And knew that I was glad. 16686|The old house o'er the hillside, 16686|There were the people there, 16686|Clad all in white, and untried 16686|To help their Charlie's heir. 16686|They'd given him his name to hold: 16686|His aunt--no mother we knew-- 16686|That he had long suspected, old, 16686|That there was no one in his house 16686|Beneath the window there, 16686|But he brought him o'er the hillside 16686|His feather stick, a bird, 16686|As red as blood. 16686|The old house o'er the hillside, 16686|There lived another day, 16686|Doughty boy and old. 16686|And there they found the honeycomb 16686|And turned their faces to Gard, 16686|Their voices ringing in the wind 16686|Beside a cottage wall: 16686|And there another sound, and then 16686|Another ring of merry bells, 16686|And from the cottage all alights 16686|On holiday nights. 16686|The old house o'er the hillside, 16686|There they made their suppers halt: 16686|Some on the green, and many 16686|On the grey and shaven roof, 16686|Some on the wintry carpet, 16686|And down the lane came thews. 16686|Dark was the weathercocks, 16686|Darting faint and far away, 16686|Now seemed the time of day. 16686|At the door was Niam, 16686|Niam, a maid without mind in her prayers: 16686|"Father, take me by the hand to-night, 16686|And I will love you till I die." 16686|"But where," said Niam, "have you been to-night-- 16686|I knew you all from last night there. 16686|And where?" "Bessie, when I came; I came 16686|Home to you in the moonlight there." 16686|"But where did she get the child?" 16686|"The child who is she? 16686|And where was she?" 16686|"I'll go," said Niam, "to the meadow, where 16686 ======================================== SAMPLE 295 ======================================== . On the main 1365|They see them pass. 1365|Lives, yes, these noble peasants! 1365|Pray, how should such a soldier live 1365|In the country, where his name 1365|Is tossed among the billows! They will give 1365|His body to the waves, and when 1365|His spirit sinks into the grave, 1365|His spirit will be there to utter and survive 1365|The death of this brave soldier, 1365|The bloody wounds of Digleuchan! 1365|To fight with swords and stones! To die in strife! 1365|To conquer hatred and tyranny! 1365|To strike with love and execration! 1365|This is the hour of triumph! This is Norman! 1365|This is the hour of triumph! He who died 1365|In his own land has saved him. 1365|Lives, ay, 1365|This is the hour! This is the hour! 1365|This is that hour! 1365|O my brother, may thy mother have another! 1365|O my brother, may thy father have another! 1365|O my brother, may thy mother have another! 1365|Lord, I thank Thee for the woman's woe! 1365|Lord, I thank Thee, 1365|And for the woman's hurt! 1365|Thou hast such help and grace, 1365|That every day I hope to rise again; 1365|For my mother would not let me go! 1365|Lord, let me kneel, in sorrow and in pain! 1365|Help me, Sister, lift thine eyes to Thee, 1365|And see if thou canst see! 1365|Lord, heal thine heart; restore the wound I gave, 1365|Thy wounded Lady healed, and King-Hyad rendered whole! 1365|For Christ's sake, Thine! 1365|Your hands are empty. Lord, I thank Thee for that word! 1365|And for Thy sake; 1365|I thank Thee for the word as it hath come, 1365|For Thy tender mercies, and for Thy pity's sake. 1365|The air is heavy with the damp 1365|Of distant ways and dreary airs, 1365|And bitter, sweet and bitter comes 1365|The smell of last year's scented boughs; 1365|The year's red gold on dying leaves-- 1365|But though the frost is hard and cold, 1365|And bitter chill November freeze 1365|Round every hut on Christmas marge 1365|Wherein the blood of Christ is spilt, 1365|I thank Thee for the bitter chill 1365|Of wind and snow on ways untold, 1365|And for the little words of speech 1365|That fall on forest vale and hill: 1365|For all the hurtling of the storm 1365|Upon this iron year that grieves 1365|When no one comes across the leaves 1365|To give the word to all. 1365|But in the falling of the year 1365|Come one, my brother. One is pure, 1365|And one is darkened by the calm; 1365|One with the faith that maketh clear 1365|The changelessness of death and birth. 1365|Let come what may, let good or ill 1365|Fulfil your hope, and you shall see 1365|A fair fit gift for brotherhood. 1365|I thank Thee for the mighty hour 1365|When will the weary footsteps move? 1365|Lo, still I thank Thee for the power; 1365|Nay, only God for Thee for groans 1365|And only God for love! 1365|I thank Thee, God, for all that great 1365|Joy in the garden of Thy might! 1365|Then let me thank Thee, brother, for all that 1365|In all the world be mine to-night! 1365|Birds of the forest, 1365|That singing, singing, 1365|Out of the sun-warmed heart of the rose-hungpatch! 1365|When you are among them, 1365|The young leaves springing, 1365|You will know them, singing 1365|Over the dark green bent heaths their autumn minor ======================================== SAMPLE 296 ======================================== |Of those who were the great ones and the strong, 36700|Who wore their crowns of pride; 36700|With what a proud and royulous crowd 36700|Of brave and noble mien we should be proud, 36700|How one by one their souls of splendour came, 36700|Each seeming of a hero's fame. 36700|All these have passed from earth away; 36700|And many more of noble deeds to-day 36700|Are but the dreams of those who scaled the height 36700|With strength of soul and skill of arm and might; 36700|And, nobly trusting in God's goodness, none 36700|But felt the wounds of earthly strife for one. 36700|The dark hour came, for he was with God, 36700|And the day widened into night. 36700|All nature now is with him, and where is he? 36700|For years he wandered, unrestrained, alone, 36700|Wrapped in his mantle, and his mind is clear, 36700|And it is not that he knows his place of rest. 36700|The time has come; its brightness fades and dies; 36700|What were the empires, would have been the Kings; 36700|The King's behests have passed from earth away, 36700|With their majestic thrones, has passed away; 36700|And now its gray wings close, to heaven's high gate 36700|The weary pilgrim climbs the new-found ways. 36700|The old year fades; and in the bright new year, 36700|He finds again that he has reached the goal, 36700|His resting-place, his crown of blessed rest, 36700|And sees his children crowned with sacrifice. 36700|But who is this? The Queen has come at last. 36700|She must be here again; and through the gates 36700|Of the temple hung the fires; and waits and waits 36700|With her obsequious heralds; the great Queen, 36700|Who came with speed to lift the light of day, 36700|Has heard her message; and the Queen is come, 36700|And brings along the service of the King. 36700|The people still are eager to obey; 36700|And, all the while, the people still are proud 36700|Of her great gift, and glad to take it home; 36700|And all men think for noble things to come 36700|From its fair height, with smiles along its way. 36700|They know the story of the wondrous night 36700|When first she came, of him that in her train 36700|Had come; and even the King himself doth know 36700|The simple truth; the King is not a man. 36700|He had seen many days, at happy feast, 36700|On this gay festal day, on this gay festal day, 36700|When to the Queen his bounty gave again 36700|A new and tender love; yet at the last 36700|The long-expected dawn, when he was born, 36700|Brought him to Paradise, and promised him 36700|His happy kingdom. Then the Queen arose, 36700|And gave her hand, and asked: 36700|"Come, lovely child, 36700|I pray thee send me here to bless my Queen." 36700|'T was now the appointed time: for now 36700|The hour of rest had come, as if sweet sleep 36700|Had yet been in the soft and tender heart 36700|Of a young, loving, innocent, and good King. 36700|She gave him then the same embroidered gown, 36700|The same fair yellow ring, and the same band, 36700|In the same fashion, with its graceful folds: 36700|And there forgets them, and the end draws nigh. 36700|So when this monarch touched her he was pure 36700|And her true princess. 36700|The queen rose; 36700|And with one hand she spread the silken veil 36700|That fell half powerless on her royal brows. 36700|'T was now the hour of midnight, when the King 36700|To the still-murmuring heralds bade farewell. 36700|And on the night the heralds led the way, 36700|And o'er the palace wide the lights expired, 36700|And as she leaned towards the heralds' hall, 36700 ======================================== SAMPLE 297 ======================================== and the sun! 3698|The stars themselves are beautiful. 3698|The sun shines out alone 3698|Among those stars that keep the sky, 3698|The night's moon by the church 3698|Where these are not. 3698|The stream's low murmur slumbers. 3698|The flowers have gone to sleep. 3698|The air is full of belles, 3698|The bees hum round the little stems, 3698|The flowers asleep. 3698|The old man's son inherits lands, 3698|And piles of brick and stone, 3698|But he inherits many springs 3698|Of bright and topaz-blown, gold, 3698|And vellum-red and d therein. 3698|A kingdom is its own, they say, 3698|And wealth is its own king, 3698|And when it lies in the chimney all 3698|Its wondrous palace anadem, 3698|It seems a kingdom that men call 3698|The kingdom of a realm not dreamed. 3698|An Indian was once upon a day, 3698|That being a boy, had something in his say. 3698|He had a superstition in his heart 3698|That carried thoughts of home and friends far apart. 3698|He loved to hear the singing birds and flowers 3698|Unutterable things of bird and tree. 3698|And what he was he never more could see. 3698|In a hundred years, and he seemed less, they say, 3698|Than when he felt the magic of his voice 3698|And of the breath of his beloved's voice. 3698|He had a secret place in which he longed 3698|To hide himself, but only made his own. 3698|The forest, and that forest, and that grove, 3698|Filled his soul with their sweet melody. 3698|His life was as a music in his ear. 3698|He took delight in music; and the birds 3698|Listened his music, and he knew and heard. 3698|He grew a forest, and grew up and sang,-- 3698|His voice rang in a single liquid note, 3698|And a thousand echoes called him. 3698|I have a broken heart 3698|I cannot break nor think; 3698|But oh, I know 3698|That I am brave, and not weak. 3698|I am a slave, and I will not be free. 3698|What is that wish for which I have been slave? 3698|This is the faith, and this the recompense! 3698|They give him not the thought, though they gave him not. 3698|They give him that man's heart; but this they give 3698|That shall not be forgot. 3698|And this I know, that man's heart is a slave, 3698|And a slave is a slave in a despot's grave. 3698|What canst thou teach my heart? 3698|What help, O tender one, which cannot let thee be dead? 3698|A power is no one thing except it be obeyed. 3698|The coward fights to follow it away. 3698|What knowest thou of the way? 3698|There is no help, no hellebore. 3698|Alas! the coward heart denies it. 3698|The coward heart believes it. 3698|It believes in the light of day, and not in the night. 3698|The coward heart believes it. 3698|The coward heart, the coward heart, he knows there are some 3698|Who make the cry of his coward heart. 3698|The coward heart still leaves the human heart. 3698|There are none else who love the weak, and they 3698|Who are not slaves are very foolishly. 3698|They shall not learn to love the strong, and they 3698|Who are not slaves shall wear a crown immortal. 3698|They shall not see the glories of the earth, 3698|But they shall read the lives of other men. 3698|They shall not note the depths of a sublime 3698|And unavailing truth about the sun. 3698|They shall not see the banners of the free 3698|Rise up like waves on liberty's high seas. 3698|It shall not be forgot. 3698|A voice has gone to the ======================================== SAMPLE 298 ======================================== the whole story of his 4678|nations, he then makes a new acquaintance, as there is now in 4678|the manuscript a passage from a second, or rather two,--one of the 4678|more suitable for the purposes of his career. "The old 4678|woman of the household said, 'I am now within three days'--the 4678|first-rate reason you hear.' She told me of the husband who had 4678|been taken; it would have been a favour which I never could 4678|attempt. She answered, 'The woman you ask is a son of the 4678|Duke of Galloway, who died in 1807, at a splendid funeral 4678|place, from whence she was brought to--as many changes are seen 4678|in the glass of the travellers of the time, that the widow's 4678|only son in birth. She told me what her mother had been 4678|her father's death; and what her mother had done that she should 4678|have been spared by her children to wander in quest of 4678|Father-in-law, which was afterwards to have been buried by 4678|whom she and her natural sons married were buried. We may 4678|observe this saying with occasional obscurity. 4678|--Mother, who was in child-birth a particular friend of thy 4678|gentlemen, and who is to write a son of thy house, if thou wilt 4678|be regarded in the second as a writer of it, I cannot 4678|search with this digression. First, she did not lose sight of 4678|it, either in the eyes of the son of thy wife, or in the 4678|eyes of that son of thy wife, for she was a woman; and for many 4678|sorrows she did not mourn it, but she was a mother of thine. 4678|And I think she is the author of her calamities, for she has 4678|been judged by all the best critics as a poet. She is a 4678|necessity of the many causes of her character, and therefore 4678|judge by the officers of justice of every sentence. She is 4678|explained by the officers of every sentence, by them that is 4678|elaborate. She is theaccording prior of the sentence of the 4678|season, by them that blame and blame wilfully refuse the 4678|law of the daughter of Jocasta, daughter of Portraicta. The latter 4678|they are the judges of disputants, the judges of disputants 4678|in them, the judges of putricemen with no equal but the 4678|first, and most eminent for virtue. By their consenting to 4678|the proposal of the brother of Bellincione would beheaded, 4678|at once as men of opinion, and determined to set up the order of 4678|all things in order to order, and to settle it in Rome. 4678|The Emperor, for his civil broilings, was published at 4678|the Papal court, which had not long been held. In like manner 4678|Omitting the time spent in him, and the banishment returned to 4678|the court, on which the remainder of Sicily is consumed by 4678|Then Heaven, having disclosed to him within heaven the virtue 4678|of plants and of flowers; and he saw all things with their 4678|radiance from his soul, and when he was pleased to give satisfaction 4678|to the Emperor, he published an Apology, published by him 4678|in the ninth number of his letters to the Emperor. This 4678|passage he has in writing, and by that of his confession was 4678|transposed to Pope, in what he calls sensible, from the Pope's 4678|Intensos point was established in the Papal chapel. Pope's 4678|Lord Mountache, of Smyrna, received the name of his worship, 4678|and afterwards was said to have written, with whom he was 4678|believed to inhabit an imaginary house of the poet's muse. He 4678|was called Pope, and it was said, when he first entered into 4678|the bishop's room, the name of him demanded the place of the 4678|poet's death. He died in 1027, and was buried at the bridge's 4678|head. Pope's diligence was soon followed by him, and Pope was 4678|pleased ======================================== SAMPLE 299 ======================================== -- 36935|The wild bird, the wild flower, 36935|The sun that shuts out all earthly eyes, 36935|And the blue sky of azure, and the deep blue lakes of rain; 36935|The bright flowers of earth--and the green, shining sky 36935|That crowns a green world and an opening heaven, 36935|And the flowers of earth--all of earth--all of heaven. 36935|If you are coming from Pabaguk 36935|Where I can see you now--if I can see you anywhere-- 36935|I will put the best of beads together 36935|In your beautiful eyes, and think, 36935|"If I could see you, by the light of the moon, 36935|Or by the beauty of the sun-- 36935|If I could see, if I could see you, 36935|And your sweet smile, and your clear eyes of perfect tenderness, 36935|If I could see, as I did, that my love was far beyond compare, 36935|"If I could see, etc." 36935|If I could see, etc. 36935|If not, do you know, when the great stars are dim 36935|As far as the moon and the stars are fair, 36935|How I wish I could see you, my true love, 36935|But there never was light in the wide heaven above 36935|"If I could see, etc. 36935|If I could see you, in the still night sky 36935|How long, and why, and wherever you are-- 36935|We'd climb the green earth and, in the heavenly light, 36935|Go singing together as softly as dew, 36935|And dreaming together among the golden stars, 36935|For it would be meet for love's eyes to see, 36935|The eyes of a woman sitting at the window, 36935|Singing in the golden dawn, 36935|"O come, my love, and lean you to me, 36935|And tell me all things that are you. 36935|"And I will tell you all things that are you. 36935|And tell you all things that are you, 36935|And tell you all things that are you, 36935|"And tell you all things that are you. 36935|And I will tell you all things that are you. 36935|And tell what is there in your eyes 36935|That have made you more than any gold, 36935|And words that have made you more than gold, 36935|"That have made you more than the sea, 36935|And brought you a little less than the sun, 36935|To be an undefiled desire, 36935|No less than a foolish heart of fire, 36935|"But like a rose in its crystal bed 36935|You will grow white and move with your head, 36935|And speak, and lie, do you think, in truth, 36935|How shall I tell you?--or do you laugh? 36935|"For you are my rose and my rose, 36935|And I will tell you all things that are you. 36935|And if you keep up all things that are you, 36935|You shall come at last and tell me all things 36935|You would not have forgotten." 36935|Said the Chinese nightingale, 36935|"Sing hey ding dong 36935|oong, ding dong. 36935|It is our middle day, 36935|Very long ago, I know, 36935|And our poor half-travelled tramps 36935|And our tired little minnights play. 36935|"It is our middle day; 36935|Ah, but we know the way 36935|Where your good old tunes and pence 36935|And what the harmonies you play." 36935|But the Chinese nightingale 36935|Sang hey ding dong 36935|oong, ding dong. 36935|The cat and the fay had risen in bed, 36935|They had not thought they could be fed, 36935|And, instead, all night; and the night draws near 36935|As the dew draws in the shutters of the year, 36935|And our poor half-travelled tramp 36935|Grows very loud with the crack of the railway gear. 36935|But the little boys wouldn't leave ======================================== SAMPLE 300 ======================================== , we'd a man, an' I'd a gal, 35779|Ef I'd ef I'd a gal, an' I'd a gal; 35779|Ef I would ef my gal wuz mighty big 35779|Ef I would ef my gal wuz lordly an' brough, 35779|Ef ony would do so, an' she wuz tall. 35779|I set an' consented, an' I spred an' burs, 35779|An' I spred my shoulder-bladder up to Tib; 35779|Ef my giddy skidded lillyflowers 'ud gint 35779|Ef they wuz a gal, I'd a big ship with hoots; 35779|Ef I wuz growin' rich, they'd git a heap o' it 35779|Ef my darst her cussed Af. 35779|When I come in the gloamin', an' all the veet 35779|Gawd ef I'd allus put to sleep an' neet, 35779|Nen my eyelids stiddy, an' I fergame ef they 35779|Wuz flowin' scuppered an' scones up to sea; 35779|Ef my ship wuz safe thru dry an' wet an' wet, 35779|Ef my ship wuz ready out West at Eet, 35779|I'd sail away with my gang an' crew, 35779|Ef my ship wuz ready East at Eet, 35779|I'd come an' dig my grave, an' dig the leet, 35779|Then I'd go a long, long, long dig, 35779|Ef my ship wuz ready East at Eet. 35779|It wuz a time agin age I shouldt have to live, 35779|Ef my ship wuz ready East at Eet. 35779|Salty, I kep' a steamin' an' a bit o' goin' fare, 35779|I'd stan' my carrer fer the sea fery o't; 35779|For ev'rythin' I'd git the steamin' breeze 35779|Ef my ship wuz ready East at Eet, 35779|So I'd flag my seasick, an' sail away 35779|To the oily west at Eet, 35779|O' shoalsick, but arfers was my dream, 35779|Ef my ship wuz ready East at Eet. 35779|I heered a sailor callin' up to me 35779|Ef my wife kep' me a holler teet; 35779|Luvvile wife was a-bringin' nuts an' peart, 35779|Ef my ship wuz ready East at Eet. 35779|I heered a sailor callin' up to me 35779|Ef my wife kep' me a holler teet, 35779|Ef my ship wuz ready East at Eet. 35779|There was a row in Mar'sus track, 35779|Young Mar'sus hed a clean hearth-stare 35779|Ef my ship wuz ready East at Eet. 35779|I heered a sailor callin' up to me 35779|Ef my ship wuz ready East at Eet. 35779|Then out o' fear I tumbled down an' quaked, 35779|Ther wuz a row in Mar'sus track; 35779|The self-same dark chuck in the tuneful tongue 35779|Ef I wuz ready East at Eet. 35779|Ther warn't no stoups o' shoals when mornin' wakes 35779|My mar'sus holler to a gal; 35779|I jest dropped in, an' stayed ashamed o' doyl, 35779|Ef I wuz ready East at Eet. 35779|There warn't no stoups o' shoals when mornin' wakes 35779|My mar'sus holler to a gal; 35779|I heered a sailor callin' up to me 35779|Ef my ship wuz ready East at Eet. 35779|Yar warn't no 'raggin' rowdies in a row, 35779|Ef my ship wuz ready East at Eet. 35779|Yar warn't ======================================== SAMPLE 301 ======================================== on, on for the first time I have met them, 1287|With its gaze upon me, they are silent. 1287|I'll go now to my chamber. I'll wait here without clocks, 1287|And I' th' next time Aino will come in. 1287|Then I'll think, then, that, of Aino and his daughter. 1287|She is up! she is off! She is here, has come to stay. 1287|She is off! she is here! An' yer too! 1287|My child! is this lost Paradise? 1287|I'll wait here till the air is grey. 1287|Oh, I saw it! I have heard it sound! 1287|Oh, I saw the little tent-fellow! 1287|He's a long one, he's a strong one, too! 1287|He's a long one, he's a long one, too! 1287|I'll wait here till I meet him; 1287|Oh, he's a long one, too! 1287|Oh, he'll have his eyes next morning. Oh, he'll have his eyes! 1287|They are very, very dim; 1287|With their orbs, ah, that are fleeter than moons! 1287|Ah! they're very lonely, poor, poor, poor, poor; 1287|And I'm lost without a key; 1287|For there's nobody comin' in either house, 1287|Where the moonlight's always playin' 1287|On this cosy bed o' winter grey, 1287|With the icicles hangin' 1287|All around the sleet. 1287|"Who's been here?" said a voice. 1287|"Who's been here?" said a voice. 1287|Oh, the saddest one, of all friends! 1287|I can't tell, I can't remember, 1287|Who 'tended our cottage to fill 1287|Agin the chimney place that was built to her; 1287|Though her cheeks were black, her eyes were wild, 1287|She was mad, because-- 1287|There, I know--when she was bald, 1287|She was bald that day! 1287|When she brought the children to her house, 1287|Herself in the shiny weather, 1287|She stood there like a flower in a bog, 1287|With the curtains drawn behind her, 1287|With all the independence sootin' up, 1287|And the taint of things she found there-- 1287|As an oak-tree grows in a garden, 1287|As a sweet cloud in the deep blue-deeps, 1287|With the sunlight rippin' softly 1287|Over a lawn so cheery, 1287|And the gleam of a cloud like a flag in a forest, 1287|As clear as a star in a glen! 1287|He came, he stood in an open place:-- 1287|He stood in an open place-- 1287|And he gazed, where rained therefrom 1287|A cold and sunny ray, 1287|That faded to a shadow, 1287|That shone from a mountain's crown 1287|In the depths of the wood of the mountain. 1287|"Who's been here?" said a voice, 1287|With laughter clear and tender. 1287|"A poet, a simple child of grace, 1287|In a temple fair and crowded, 1287|Where never a human voice or face 1287|Has been heard from a temple 1287|Where never a human foot or face 1287|Has been met with a pass-by awaiting, 1287|Nor a musical lark in the air, 1287|As he passed on his way 1287|And a child without a mother-- 1287|A little old man with a babe's-- 1287|And the child has a grave! 1287|And in the name of a king there's 1287|Who is a child of the mountain, 1287|Who is a woman, woman-like, 1287|Who hurries along the wind, 1287|A-counting the baby's bones, 1287|And passes betwixt the world 1287|And old men busy in the grass 1287|At the end of his path. 1287 ======================================== SAMPLE 302 ======================================== of the poet's song, 1287|Hath made to me an echo of all Nature's beauty. 1287|O, my prophetic spirit, whose prophetic gaze 1287|Strains the bright image of my Saviour Christ to-day, 1287|Back to the past, the true, the fading days, 1287|Back with the glories that are yet to be, 1287|Back from the present, the substantial shades, 1287|Back to the figures that on earth remain, 1287|Back to the times when I was young and happy, 1287|Hoped for the future to partake of rest, 1287|And, soaring through life's sainted mysteries, 1287|Rest on the heavenly throne the soul in heaven. 1287|How can I dream? how could I dare to dream? 1287|I never knew a dream I would not have, nor the vision. 1287|And all the world was empty, and without is naught; 1287|Yet through my dream a vision's image, pure and holy, 1287|Still doth my vision penetrate, and ever dwells 1287|On the far sweetness of the unknown beauty that lies 1287|In mist and shadow, faint and far within the skies. 1287|And now within the shadows of the wood, 1287|And now within the heart without the soul, 1287|Yet with that glimpse can soothe me; and, by thee 1287|And by thy works upon my life I live, 1287|And, when it were, my shadow with them give, 1287|And in thy presence still they live and die. 1287|And all the world is a sepulchral place; 1287|And 'tis not I that occupy the space 1287|To which God wills that we may rise and go, 1287|But that we may with them go as we list: 1287|We will but love the King,--we who are weak 1287|Will fight for him, and he will make thee strong. 1287|We will but love the King, the Lord supreme, 1287|Whose word is truth, whose deed is ecstasy, 1287|Whose power hath made the human spirit fly. 1287|And we will love the King, the King sublime, 1287|Whose love is truth, whose mercy hath power 1287|To make us wretched in this world below; 1287|We will but love the King, we love him so! 1287|They have not left me for one summer's day: 1287|Yet will I live; I will not fear decay. 1287|And, when before our faces they have passed, 1287|Their shadow shall not haunt the empty past, 1287|Nor mine be changed, nor mine unborn, although 1287|The light of my existence shall be shed 1287|From out the brightness of the vacant sky. 1287|Not for one little moment could they stay, 1287|Each moment, till at length they passed away. 1287|What could they do, when, leaving summer's flowers, 1287|And the green earth behind them, they would turn 1287|Back to the memory of their glorious hours, 1287|In a few weeks, for the dear footprints there, 1287|Amid the waiting ghosts of long ago, 1287|To memory of the days that used to be? 1287|Oh, what could they say, who could not know the worth, 1287|But, knowing well, they should take lovely earth. 1287|The sun and stars were one!--they had no part 1287|With the whole world, in truth they were the same. 1287|Now, with the world's loud noises in their song, 1287|And all the tumult of their merry strife, 1287|And desolation in the atmosphere, 1287|They, dreaming ever of the self-same thing, 1287|Sit with their eyes upon the shining sea, 1287|And wonder how their lives should be. 1287|And yet they look no whit the more, I ween, 1287|Upon the deep blue sea of their unknown. 1287|Yet, like a few old friends, they stand with me, 1287|Waiting the goodly promise of the sea. 1287|And yet, in all the past, their hearts who willed 1287|Rather the fate of this than happiness, 1287|Crowning the happy moment with their own, 1287|Sit in the sun ======================================== SAMPLE 303 ======================================== ; 23972|He has been heard in the land that is ours, 23972|On the Twenty-first of April; 23972|And they call him Guy, 23972|Who is so old a rover. 23972|"Well-a-day! what is your style?" he exclaims. 23972|"Ough!" he says, "I think you're the laughing-stock 23972|That's Marching along with the country-side 23972|On the Long-ago Way!" 23972|"'Twill a week, if you'll let me, when I'm thirteen." 23972|"But I see that you don't make me take you to you," 23972|Answered Guy, "I can't, for you." 23972|He went to his bath, 23972|And saw the great water-snake, Sir John: 23972|And he bought him forty shillings, 23972|Which he gave them each day 23972|At a little old house, in the land oflance; 23972|And they said, "You're too old to be taken away, 23972|You'll be hanged by the church; 23972|But you'll cut me a dash 23972|On your master, Williry. 23972|Now come on, and we'll see that old house, 23972|With its ghostly furniture moulded all round, 23972|All moulded and arched and arched, 23972|And all covered over with vines, 23972|And weather-bleached and with sodden-bound, 23972|And stained, 23972|And all in short, 23972|By a wall of thatched cottage. 23972|He turned to his horse, 23972|And he hoofed against his; 23972|He drew the great draw, 23972|And the great draw was dirty. 23972|He went to his horse, 23972|And he hoofed against his; 23972|He shook the old draw, 23972|And he trod the long track, 23972|Where used to the cattle. 23972|He rode on his chest, 23972|And he hoofed against his; 23972|He snorted the draw, 23972|And he rode the long track, 23972|And he looked quite sad 23972|As he rode by the cattle. 23972|He rode to the meadows; 23972|He rode to the harvest; 23972|By the plowing and sowing, 23972|He stood on the haycock, 23972|And he looked very wise, 23972|As he rode by the cattle. 23972|On his broad, flowing tail, 23972|With a "Yukka!" loud barking, 23972|Over and over he rode, 23972|And he never was heard 23972|Of the brat-foam weeping; 23972|With his tail ever pointing, 23972|To the right, and the left, 23972|Planing and darting, 23972|In his wise, simple manner, 23972|A cow, with a wreath of grasses 23972|On his head, reaching out, 23972|Up and down, round and short, 23972|In a sort of slow moving, 23972|They were always looking at the house, 23972|And his wife was in waiting. 23972|They were looking at the windows, 23972|As they were at the haystack. 23972|The door was open, 23972|Long time, and the window was shut, 23972|When he went to fetch a peep 23972|At the keyhole on the rock; 23972|The key was never so secure, 23972|And the key was always locked. 23972|He went to the door, 23972|And saw a clerk, 23972|With his spectacles hanging 23972|Before his pacing pen; 23972|"Now, isn't that a rare, 23972|And very, very fair?" 23972|The clerk came in, 23972|And he dosed his eyes, 23972|And put them upon his foot-page, 23972|And the book was fast asleep, 23972|For by constantly taking bread, food, drink, or beer, 23972|There came a gasp, and the agony clutched his throat. 23972|He groaned and he spat, ======================================== SAMPLE 304 ======================================== ._ In the former version the word. 26861|_The first three favourite sonnet was written by Lord Bateman._ 26861|MARTLEY in this selection was reprinted with a small 26861|_Allegro, irae, meo, deos he roc_ 26861|_Cass primo cum primae fusis et olentes, 26861|Et laeso gaudens amore, nimis adori, 26861|Per terras omnes, et nova pocula fletum._ 26861|_All the trees which in our garden grew 26861|Shall blush redder to the dreadful hue; 26861|Our uthranths shall in empyrean bands 26861|Clothe our transgression and our chanted lands;_ 26861|a kind of album inverted in all the editions. 26861|_On the same leaf the birds and buds we know,_ 26861|_Sent by one same divine-one to us._ 26861|_And we, we know it well, for in your woods, 26861|All that is visible and good, ye know;_ 26861|_But we, the singers and the bards of old 26861|By every art remov'd to beauty's mould,_ 26861|_And ye, the choir and minstrels that of old 26861|Your human graces won the eternal mould._ 26861|The original version used in prose and verse was changed for "A" so 26861|read in prose and verse. 26861|The first version added is as follows: 26861|When in our frail life when ye are gone, 26861|Our hearts shall thrill with pleasure or love-sickness, 26861|When ye are gone to earth--yea, we will all 26861|Seek your white grave in the fields of light 26861|And, following the sweet-breathing breath of birds, 26861|See ye not there the blue eyes of the earth? 26861|The green leaf and the flower of the tree, 26861|The berry and the pea and the pear, 26861|The love-hue and the love-hue and the gourd; 26861|The firefly and the bee, which on flowers and bowers 26861|Blush in the summer dew; the garden-plots 26861|Where the flowers that spring and the flower-garden grows, 26861|With the breath of the roses blooming there;-- 26861|The spring in the gracious summer hours 26861|And the blue-bird in the musical flowers, 26861|And the bees humming round them in the trees. 26861|O, ye who love the world that is so fair! 26861|The heart of man, the spirit of the flower, 26861|Hath had to love them without tongue or sign, 26861|For ye are living, and the heavens are all, 26861|With the glory of the summer. Ye have kept 26861|Your tryst, your rest, your watch, your world from ill 26861|ceived. 26861|_On a small by-gone, encloud_ 26861|_Shall no more be found and be heard; 26861|One day I shall see thee by thy own reflection, 26861|And thou shalt not be taken by my desire: 26861|I saw that thou wast asking of me, _What doest thou_?" 26861|_I will not answer, for I heard thee say, 'I will,' 26861|If I should tell it thy love will then stay by me_. 26861|_I will be silent, or I will move,'_ 26861|_I will come over all the world to thee;_ 26861|_I will come over all the world to thee;'_ 26861|_If I know, my dear, if you know, you will,_ 26861|_When you come over-wearied and a-weary,_ 26861|_I will come over-wearied and a-weary_; 26861|_In the first place, the best, the worst, the bravest_, 26861|_Hear me, ======================================== SAMPLE 305 ======================================== , which I do not find, 19221|And, oh! if Love, that does not bind, 19221|Should ever bind me to my thought; 19221|What are these ties that ought to be; 19221|What are these ties but to be brought 19221|Into the magic of the bee? 19221|The bee, the god of flowers, we call 19221|The hives of men!--What are they all? 19221|The sun, the air, the sky, and sea, 19221|The garden of the universe! 19221|Each element allows a soul 19221|To dwell in, a perpetual pole 19221|Of glory, in the fields of light; 19221|Where, in the deep and amber night, 19221|Eternal day begins to rise-- 19221|To rise--to sink--to shine again! 19221|What is the worth of man?-- 19221|A flower that should become 19221|The terror of some fatal curse, 19221|And crumbles in the pestilence. 19221|That life, which is a running life, 19221|Continues in its whirring strife 19221|For moment, rest, or agony, 19221|With no necessity, 19221|But fear of nought, 19221|But only to grow mad with dread 19221|Of what might once have been his own. 19221|I cannot tell how long it is 19221|Since I have told thee all; 19221|Yet this does not forego the calm, 19221|And I do not forebode 19221|The mighty wrath which on this earth 19221|Was breathed from the high altar of Jove; 19221|Nor do I care to go 19221|Into this world or any-- 19221|For I know it by its agony-- 19221|And at the awful summons I fly 19221|Into my grave and die! 19221|I have no fear but that the world, 19221|And every one, of me, 19221|Will share in its bewildering smile, 19221|And be worshipp'd after me; 19221|That on the earth I have not seen 19221|The difference 'twixt the Creator's knees, 19221|Nor heard the shrines at prayer, 19221|Nor felt the seraph's downy hand 19221|Clothe me with lighted brands; 19221|That I must follow, fall or swim, 19221|Still have my feet been there! 19221|When, round about this earthly ball, 19221|Thy April smiles are seen 19221|Like little trembling girls at play 19221|Before a funeral; 19221|And all thy spring-times joy-bells sound 19221|Like little girls, who seek 19221|For pleasure, seeking pleasure too, 19221|Like little girls of love, who do 19221|Naught but the blossom of the field, 19221|Yet love them, not with all their powers, 19221|But with their passions, burning; 19221|And therefore do I love the most 19221|Love them, because they seem to be 19221|Not loving, but withal, 19221|The very dearest things of earth, 19221|The very dearest things of earth. 19221|O, fear me not! that I should hate 19221|This fleeting world, 19221|Which here I love--as I do love-- 19221|No more, for I have loved it long, 19221|And all with it I dare not do-- 19221|That I have loved it over-much 19221|Since it began to be; 19221|And that, therefore, to that I must 19221|Have it will be; 19221|And that, therefore, to that I must 19221|Have it will be; 19221|And that, likewise, to that I must 19221|Have it will be; 19221|And that, therefore, to that I must 19221|Have it will be; 19221|And that, therefore, to my own Fond Love, 19221|All ye that love me can 19221|Be ye or any other love; 19221|For I have loved you none but me, 19221|For I have felt that love is free 19221|From mortall eyes, 19221|And, therefore, rather have been loved ======================================== SAMPLE 306 ======================================== , 5186|Fondly kiss, my fairest daughter, 5186|Laugh and dance in secret transport, 5186|Then refrain her song of magic, 5186|And the charm of charm and wonder, 5186|Then instruct her spells the sea-maids 5186|To a dance in Pohya-land joyous, 5186|In a sea-green sea of magic, 5186|On the village of Tanikka. 5186|"Rising, rising, sea-maid, daughters, 5186|Dancing in the halls of Otso, 5186|If ye long for higher powers, 5186|Give me here your foaming basses, 5186|Let your voices sing among us, 5186|And your notes be borne to heaven. 5186|"If ye long for deeper powers, 5186|Give me here your foaming basses, 5186|Or a mightier magic hero, 5186|Let your notes be borne to heaven, 5186|Reach me then your mighty powers, 5186|That my trembling magic power, 5186|May not fall upon the waters, 5186|On the mighty streams of Rutya, 5186|On the far-extending woodlands. 5186|"If ye long for high enchantments, 5186|With your magic skill and power, 5186|I will burst this band of brothers, 5186|All my brothers born in ether, 5186|All my sledge, with shining silver; 5186|This will bring me nine diseases, 5186|All diseases kills in battle, 5186|All diseases banish quickly, 5186|All diseases save in magic, 5186|All diseases kill the only 5186|One the aged with a far-fixed head, 5186|That they die not near the heavens. 5186|"Should these conquests prove too little, 5186|All the children of creation, 5186|Give themselves to pains eternal, 5186|Beds to burning winds of heaven. 5186|If their children chance to wander, 5186|Wander thither, wounded, bleeding, 5186|Up among the clouds of heaven, 5186|To procure them pain and anguish, 5186|Through the anguish of the forger, 5186|Through the tortures of the forger, 5186|Through the tortures of the forger, 5186|Through the tortures of the borer, 5186|Through the anguish of the forger, 5186|Give themselves to pain and suffering, 5186|Give themselves to death and anguish, 5186|Give themselves to sighing pine-trees, 5186|Let them wander, weeping, wailing; 5186|If their bodies be but palsy'd, 5186|If uncouth they live and suffer, 5186|If uncultured they transfix them, 5186|Let the sons of men be shriven, 5186|Let them mourn in deep depression, 5186|Let them learn to bear the daughters 5186|Of the bear and bending branches, 5186|Learn to guard their helpless mother; 5186|Of the forest bear be cherish'd, 5186|Learn to guard their father's children, 5186|Be to them a careful nurse then, 5186|Be to them a gracious father, 5186|That their children may not perish, 5186|Never be defaced in folly, 5186|Never be an evil conscience; 5186|They that live a life of beauty, 5186|Need not fear an ill enchanter. 5186|"When my time has come for parting, 5186|I will take my sad departure, 5186|If a mother asks me for my life, 5186|And a father's mind is waiting, 5186|Finding not my life long distant, 5186|Nor my form extended extended, 5186|Always living with my kindred, 5186|Always drawing near to heaven, 5186|Sailing through the waves of ocean, 5186|Sailing in a sailing ship-ray, 5186|Sailing in an ocean vessel, 5186|Sailing to a land of spirits, 5186|To a realm unknown and friendless. 5186|"I no longer waste my labor, 5186|Nor lament in days of trouble; 5186|Others better are than asking, 5186|And the best among my brothers, 5186|In ======================================== SAMPLE 307 ======================================== ! 28375|The livid rose's budding cheek, 28375|The tumbled vine's tumbled pride, 28375|The coppice's russet-hued hook, 28375|The ivy's tumbled over. 28375|The laurel's drooping head, 28375|The ivy's massy gold, 28375|The vine's prolific strength, 28375|The ivy's prolific mould. 28375|Then all my thoughts and musing turn’d 28375|Upon the Genius of the place, 28375|And oft my heart obeying guest, 28375|Did to that Genius common 28375|Which always speaks in manly grace; 28375|Then I, of all the pow’rs of love, 28375|The crown, the glory, first did give; 28375|I saw his flaming eyes display 28375|A light so wondrous fair, 28375|And all on fire with joy did burn, 28375|Sweet Venus, heaving up my head, 28375|I heard a voice, “He comes!” And she, 28375|Sweet Venus, thus did end my stay. 28375|The next of all the tuneful fife, 28375|That now proclaimed for every strain 28375|My numbers thus restored again, 28375|I heard one voice, “He comes!” Then I, 28375|Sweet Venus, hearken’d one to cry, 28375|And the sweet chords did give a sigh 28375|In honour of the Monarch’s son, 28375|Whom we all honour’d once again. 28375|And see! the Sun comes up once more, 28375|And bids my bosom swell with joy; 28375|O! then to thee, sad satyr, weep, 28375|My melancholy pipe I give; 28375|O! then to thee, sad satyr, weep. 28375|O! the sun’s sinking cup, 28375|With which I drank up to the top, 28375|And now to the low tapers' light, 28375|Seem’d to my soul—to do its rites aright. 28375|O! the Sun-god! whose rays 28375|Fill’d heaven with glory, the high-heaven 28375|With his sweet beams did gently shed, 28375|On me, a youthful warrior bold, 28375|Who died within a forest wide 28375|With a few men that follow’d him. 28375|I saw an oaken chair there lay 28375|With its own yellow circled side, 28375|And as the enraptured monarch sat 28375|It gently shook its shining hair, 28375|And gently threw its gleaming eye 28375|Around one venerable pile; 28375|The smiling earth did not allow 28375|That gorgeous canopy to bough, 28375|To be the centre of the scene, 28375|Where lay an aged seer reclined, 28375|In cloak of gray, or gait of age, 28375|And fix’d abodes on yonder wall 28375|With a ripe pastime for his page. 28375|The good old age admired the youth, 28375|And, with due reverence, took his place; 28375|For though from earth’s remotest end 28375|A little while, to all was known 28375|Through deserts waste, and dreary wilds, 28375|The sad historian of these lines, 28375|“The deeds of man” are well to tell 28375|Who conquered in that old rude hall, 28375|Where, in the midst of all things done, 28375|The mighty curtain fell from heaven. 28375|A reverend sire did there allow 28375|His son to reach him in that scene 28375|Wherein in days to come the power 28375|Of realms celestial and of revolving spheres, 28375|The mighty work to me was given 28375|A young enthusiast from heaven. 28375|This Daemora, the maid of charms 28375|That sweet delights in man and maid, 28375|This solemn mother of radiant arms, 28375|Was with this attendant on her head. 28375|And lo! a voice, from forth the hall, 28375|Proclaim’d the blessing of ======================================== SAMPLE 308 ======================================== . 43271|See puffed up by the pompous sea, 43271|And a full breeze driving at anchor in tow: 43271|But see that the waves are all over and done 43271|In a blaze only, by that will O! 43271|See, my love, with the black setting sun, 43271|That goes out to the east with the night begun: 43271|See, my love, with her laughing eyes, 43271|As she comes in, or smokes by the boisterous skies! 43271|The waters are troubled, the air stilled and stilled; 43271|No wind of the sea-wave roared, 43271|Nor of water, nor smoke, nor a breath of air, 43271|When Celia puts out the island in war, nor asks 43271|Any answer, save this, all that is there: 43271|Nothing more,--nothing more, nothing more,-- 43271|But the night-wind and the wind on the island's mast 43271|And the night-fall are silent and cold at last. 43271|They are broken, they are lost, they are blown on the open sea! 43271|And the cry of gull and the shriek of the breakers is at hand. 43271|And the voices of the lost are calling and calling, 43271|And the cry of the lost in the night draweth nigh. 43271|In the evening of the tale, 43271|When the dark is over all, 43271|In the grey of the last days, 43271|'Come into the light of the night, come away, come away!' 43271|They call you names, that are golden and crimson, 43271|For the sea-rifts live, and the sea-rifts dead: 43271|And I sing for your sake, O my love, and you take my part 43271|In the battle and the darkness and the night's heart. 43271|The moon is a flame in the sky 43271|That gleams like a lamp in the sky. 43271|And all things shine from your eyes 43271|As God's own light from the sun. 43271|But the skies are dark as the night, 43271|And the leaves are whiter and whiter 43271|As the leaves of the poplars are. 43271|And the leaves are whiter and whiter 43271|As the leaves of the poplars are. 43271|The stars are brighter, etc. 43271|There are no signs of heaven above, 43271|There are no founts so clear and sweet, 43271|But the stars that shine on their love 43271|Have lost their spell in the night. 43271|And there's not a star in the sky, 43271|There are no lives so beautiful, 43271|As the light from your eyes that die 43271|In the shadows of the night. 43271|Oh, listen and wait till at last my tale is told-- 43271|In the light of the wonderful star-set, 43271|Which still shines on the dim and the cloudy past, 43271|The truth shines out of my story, 43271|The sea shall answer for me at last, 43271|The sun laugh down on the billowy sea, 43271|And the moon rise solemn and mystical, 43271|And the stars drink Light from a deep night's womb. 43271|Oh, listen and wait till in one I lie 43271|Who, one by one, in the night and the day, 43271|Shall answer, and come, having talked with God, 43271|Who, one by one, in the night and the day. 43271|And now, when I lie in the dark and cold, 43271|Where the graves are thick and the grey tide ends, 43271|Where my life is life, and the dreams, that died, 43271|Shall come swift and soft from your world-wide door, 43271|As winds from the south who come to their sunset shore, 43271|Come with your songs for a little while, 43271|Singing as long as the night-wind swells, 43271|With your laughter and songs of the stars that smile 43271|On the tides of the tides of the night and the night; 43271|For men take toll of a mystical story, 43271|Of life as lost or as forgetting mine; 43271|And stars find an air ======================================== SAMPLE 309 ======================================== with the light of your 1322|I sing, 1322|I sing in the dark, 1322|I'll sing. 1322|I'll sing, I'll sing, 1322|I'll sing. 1322|I'm the universe, 1322|The morning sun, 1322|The grass, the sun at his rising again, 1322|Sun shining on me, 1322|Nature all in tune, 1322|There is spring at your door, 1322|There is life when there's life, 1322|If you came, why, 1322|Give me music to-day, 1322|I come, a cloud at your door, 1322|I am drawn to your door. 1322|I have climbed up to your roof, 1322|I hang upon the night, 1322|O Comrade, hear me now, 1322|I am all, right. 1322|There was a woman was fond of a boy, 1322|And he laid her deep in his heart one day 1322|Because he could not find her way, 1322|But he looked at her face with a smile 1322|That was like the sunshine on it. 1322|It said to me, O women of mine, 1322|I am of the forest and leaf, 1322|I am of the wind, 1322|I am bent over by the rain and the river, 1322|I am broken after the rain, 1322|Over my head the rain has fallen, 1322|Over my eyes the day has waned, 1322|I slip from the river and go mad, 1322|I am all lonely who have lived to drain, 1322|I must hie me to my rest 1322|All through the barren years, 1322|The long days and dark ways, 1322|The heart-sweep, the tear, the lament, 1322|Nothing I crave 1322|Now, as it were in the white flower I grew young, 1322|Now has my strength, 1322|They were only gracious to me and my mother, 1322|It is not a word that I speak, 1322|How shall I believe in you, child? 1322|I believe, I believe! 1322|I have no doubt, 1322|The tree was unbound, 1322|The little birds were away, 1322|The sun was shining bright. 1322|For the morning I looked with a look of envy at the sky, 1322|I know not what I did, only I seemed to hear the cry, 1322|I do not tell what, but I do not tell what it is now, 1322|I do not tell the little birds that I see growing sooty, 1322|It is not a word that I speak to them, 1322|I do not tell what. 1322|The night is dark and the wind is bitter 1322|The sea is troubled and dark. 1322|The waves are angry and the waves bitter, 1322|I wait in the dark. 1322|They are afraid, 1322|They are longing for the sea, 1322|They are longing for the sea, 1322|But I am growing with a longing for these, 1322|I sit in the darkness and wait. 1322|There is no hope and there is no longing 1322|Beyond desire's endeavour 1322|For the life that is not yet, 1322|But the sea and the sky 1322|That are weaving for us, 1322|And the sea and the sky. 1322|The black wave and the white wave, 1322|They are weaving together 1322|Magic and golden and gold, 1322|Whose changing links seem spun 1322|Like threads in a windy net, 1322|While the sun shines on them. 1322|But the sun with his rays, 1322|The sea with its rays, 1322|Is watching and seeking the while 1322|They are weaving for us, 1322|And the sea with its rays, 1322|And the sea with its waves, 1322|And the sea that is our love, 1322|Is in the gleam of his ray, 1322|The blue of the sea-wave; 1322|Like that glow of the highest heaven, 1322|Which o'er the black earth flies 1322|It flashes, and ======================================== SAMPLE 310 ======================================== 4332|In the far-off land of the mountain. 4332|I know not the ways that are hidden, 4332|But I would be gone, while the far-off 4332|Glory of light pours about me. 4332|What I see now is the light, 4332|And the glimmering stars are peeping 4332|Lo! what have I seen except for 4332|Men that I knew nor cared greatly? 4332|What the end of the wandering lights, 4332|And the cry of the birds that sang there 4332|Over the crests and the temples 4332|In the open air? 4332|I know not the prayers that are spoken, 4332|And the words of the many words that are said; 4332|But the light of the torch that is broken 4332|Comes from the eyes of a man with a maid, 4332|With a young maid that hath wandered 4332|In the light of the sun. 4332|By the roadside I look again, 4332|And the vine and the sorrel grow;-- 4332|But what have I seen and the men who 4332|Like to those who have wandered below? 4332|And the men that had marched to the battle, 4332|With the light of the sun. 4332|And the men that had marched to the battle, 4332|With the legions of dead that were gone, 4332|And the eyes of the swords that were riven 4332|By a hurrying tread, at the call of a swallow 4332|In the flight of a red man, alone, 4332|That stood in the sun, and was lord 4332|Ere he came to his triumph that day. 4332|All his men were gathered around him, 4332|And all his men gathered and looked; 4332|And their eyes were like torches that flame in 4332|The vault of the sky. 4332|They have taken his spoil and laid out his fighting, 4332|They have laid waste the old swords, and have drunken 4332|The blood from a thousand swords, 4332|And again the light rises red on 4332|That was their fame. 4332|The dark blood burns in their veins 4332|As they turn to the march of the dead, and the last of their slain 4332|Is this, that the fire that was theirs was their world-light 4332|In the days ere their better souls came from far away, 4332|That they were so strong once, and well-loved when they lay 4332|In the sun 4332|On the fair earth, and held sway 4332|In the fire 4332|Which was joyous as it's heart's desire: 4332|For there, on the great sea's shore, 4332|They all were 4332|Who were by it in life before 4332|Their kind death was found and come, 4332|And now must 4332|Their pride and their pride rebuked 4332|The doubt and the fear with the praise of their kin. 4332|But they, who had done all and knew not nor bowed not 4332|To the praise of the gods, looked back ashamed, 4332|With their eyes agroam at their toil, 4332|To the land where the might of the sea-born 4332|Rode a-gleam 4332|With the lightning of fate in their hearts, and their 4332|ways they knew not, for their ears were a-thrill 4332|With joy, to behold the wide earth open 4332|For the living light that was shed on their eyes. 4332|Then the sea-gods, their godlike father 4332|They, they had sons, sons of the sea-god, 4332|And daughters of men on the windy heights. 4332|And fair they were as the clouds in the sky; 4332|And fair in their semblance the green earth and the sun, 4332|And bright blue winds, and the soft sea-sand 4332|About them and round them the soft-footed stars. 4332|And they were the men of the sea-god's 4332|Messenger. They were noble folk, 4332|And mightier than all kings, and the mightiest 4332|And the mightiest in all the world-wide towns, 4332|And the lightiest they, and the greatest ======================================== SAMPLE 311 ======================================== , _Anchises_, vol. iv. 22229|_The Story of an old and merry maid_: 22229|The Soldier's Return 22229|THE PR abstaining o'er the storied stone 22229|That marked poor chieftains' way they ran, 22229|To gather up the scattered turf 22229|The dead man and his faithful dog 22229|The faithful and the brave began 22229|To track those footprints, wither'd so 22229|That not a breath of that wide sea 22229|Could keep them from that hero's hand, 22229|In which to tell the story known 22229|By the lone hunter and the lonely man. 22229|That moonlit eve, when all the herd was penned, 22229|Beside the hearth was piping cosily, 22229|The little children rested one by one; 22229|For she was keeping, though the game was played, 22229|A game of bowls about to let us see 22229|Where many held the glasses when they strayed, 22229|So hard but easy was the work--the play 22229|A few old shepherds did delight to see. 22229|And while they listen'd, the big tears were shed, 22229|Though to their homes the cold world was the scorn; 22229|For there, as they remember it was dead, 22229|Their voices rang the burden--WILLER! WOULDER! 22229|I wish that all men's hearts were full of love 22229|To all mankind in the land of snow, 22229|That I were safe--if not enough, beloved, 22229|I might but wish the world were half so fair. 22229|To all th' affectionate sympathies 22229|Of loving hearts alone can call the light, 22229|Yet, not alone, tho' all around were bright, 22229|That doth not glow throughout the empty space 22229|Of those eternal realms the world hath known, 22229|But in the glimmering, radiant world alone, 22229|Its joy of pure communion, all alone 22229|Shone on the starry face of ALLA'S throne; 22229|While loud applause and ever-blessing praise 22229|Mingled their hopes with universal lays. 22229|Yet this is not--the fair young heart is tired. 22229|There is no hope but of escaping soon, 22229|And if you would but labor, love is such 22229|As you would still enjoy beside the tomb, 22229|And if you would but labor, love is such. 22229|And so it ends, and there it yet remains. 22229|For all the world's a picture now; the brain 22229|Is occupied, and in the mind is shaped 22229|And life is shaped and fit for utmost art, 22229|And when she stirs she sings at break of day 22229|As simply as she does in her fancies now. 22229|But I would have my little self cast down 22229|To serve the pleasure of that she has made; 22229|Love it no less than her I need not say, 22229|Nor more than that she has with me in store; 22229|So can I read her heart ere it shall fade; 22229|Or her heart, if by God, is more felt than I. 22229|The world will shortly set the sun a-burn, 22229|The stars will set the sun a-sane in space, 22229|But there will soon be seen no brilliant sun 22229|But has a lustre that shall brighten every place; 22229|And when next rainbows dazzle mortal eyes, 22229|They seem but fleeting shadows cast by hopes. 22229|It shall be done; and when the day is gone 22229|The birds will twitter in the falling light; 22229|And when the evening shadows are all gone 22229|All will be new; and all things that were bright 22229|Will be remembered in the coming night. 22229|Oh! I feel no pleasure, if I only live, 22229|When the friends I love and the friends I love 22229|Are gone, and the world stands making kingdoms 22229|piled, 22229|And I can almost see the world is waiting 22229|moonward! 22229|There must be lovers who will never know 22229|That these have ======================================== SAMPLE 312 ======================================== |As I came up to meet you, 11985|I saw, as with a swiftness fleet, 11985|Your face on my shoulder, 11985|As a maiden with dark locks, 11985|And your arms round my waist; 11985|And as in a dream, 11985|I saw your face on my shoulder. 11985|Then slowly, as by a spell, 11985|I kissed your face, and I wished you well 11985|That I only lived to love you, 11985|I kissed your head on the shoulder. 11985|Now I see, I see-- 11985|So beautiful, how lovely! 11985|The sky was dark, and the moon was bright, 11985|And the stars were hid in the gloomy sea, 11985|That the moon, so beautiful-bright, 11985|Had taken her setting with you to me: 11985|And I knew I should die--oh! that was an hour 11985|For such bliss. 11985|I would die as you did, for I heard 11985|The waves beat, the wind, and the breakers roar, 11985|And I heard the breakers on the shore, 11985|And the breakers on the rocks, 11985|And the breakers calling, 11985|And the waves on the rocks; 11985|It was good to be there and list to the talk, 11985|You and I, we three. 11985|The rain is as still as a rock 11985|When the wind comes, the water will weep, 11985|We'll pause for an hour and the sob in our breast, 11985|For the rain, the rain, 11985|And the sun coming, 11985|And the shadow of cloud. 11985|The rain is as still as a flower. 11985|I shall not follow you now, 11985|You and I, it is done. 11985|Oh, little feet, 11985|Make haste to go; 11985|Put on your shoes 11985|And follow the way 11985|That the rain 11985|Will send your little feet! 11985|Little hands, little shoes, 11985|How many I love you? 11985|And yet the rain 11985|Makes all the place 11985|Warm for the rain! 11985|Little feet, little shoes! 11985|Were you ever so weary, you would not pull the cloth back. 11985|The rain is so still that I cannot see it any more. 11985|I have been to the front of all the house, 11985|But I have never seen so little bed 11985|Or seen so much bed-green 11985|As that my mother gave me 11985|To lie on the grass 11985|To dry dry and weep 11985|While the rain comes, 11985|As from another world, 11985|To the open sky, 11985|To the empty sky. 11985|There is a poppy in the east, 11985|A poppy on the hills, 11985|That makes me merry 11985|Whenever I see 11985|My eyes are heavy 11985|With dreams and fears 11985|For the rain 11985|When the rain drives. 11985|Little lady of my heart, 11985|Sweet, be merry, smile a-smile; 11985|If you would marry me 11985|I would not stir 11985|For fear the frost would mar my smile. 11985|I would not have you weep 11985|Because I love you so, 11985|Because I love you so. 11985|I said, "How can I love you, child?" 11985|I said, "How can I love you?" 11985|I said, "How can I love you?" 11985|I said "How can I love you?" 11985|I said, "How can I love you?" 11985|I said, "How can I love you?" 11985|I said nothing, and I went on my way 11985|And left behind the house that is the prettiest 11985|Of all the rooms. 11985|I said, "How can I love you, child?" 11985|I said, "How can I love you?" 11985|I said, "How can I love you, child?" 11985|I said, "How can I love you, child ======================================== SAMPLE 313 ======================================== . 2620|"I am tired of you, Mary--I know 2620|That I cannot keep on getting better 2620|When I've refused to ask her to go, 2620|And she should have to tell me she intends 2620|That if I should wed later I'd add 2620|To mother and brother a pretty new suit:-- 2620|But I've promised she'll not forget my wedding, 2620|For marrying and scraping out of a tree-- 2620|She married me last spring, so I've tried her, 2620|And I shall be married to her, you see. 2620|I said she was a pretty new lover; 2620|I know she meant no other thing, 2620|So, when she was a little boy, 2620|She married me, and then she caught her, 2620|And sold me to a neighbour king. 2620|And I've never been a naughty boy, 2620|But I'll have to die a little whipped. 2620|And you had better see this morning, 2620|So I'll pass my life without delay. 2620|God bless the King, this morning, 2620|My wedding is not long delayed, 2620|I hope my wedding soon will be 2620|Well acted, settled, made and weighed. 2620|I'll have some tea in Boston Town, 2620|And take a glass of beer in hand, 2620|And then I'll marry Nelly Brown, 2620|The man in the moon, old inhabitant? 2620|The man in the moon, old sporting man, 2620|Arrayed in his suit of brown, 2620|With a broad hat, blue eyes, and a wig, 2620|A waistcoat blue, and a flowing mane-- 2620|The man in the moon, old sporting man, 2620|Arrayed in his suit of brown: 2620|And he looked so cross, I'm sure it made him moan. 2620|The man in the moon, old sporting man, 2620|Arrayed in his suit of brown; 2620|The man in the moon, old sporting man, 2620|Arrayed in his suit of brown: 2620|The man in the moon, old sporting man, 2620|Arrayed in his suit of brown: 2620|The man in the moon, old sporting man, 2620|Arrayed in his suit of brown: 2620|The man in the moon, old sporting man, 2620|Arrayed in his suit of brown: 2620|The man in the moon, old sporting man, 2620|Arrayed in his suit of brown: 2620|'I know you,' says Parson Sly, 2620|'But I never can draw your eye: 2620|Not that, 'tis my only care 2620|That you drop the mask on the woman, my dear!' 2620|The man in the moon, old sporting man, 2620|Arrayed in his suit of brown: 2620|The man in the moon, old sporting man, 2620|Arrayed in his suit of brown: 2620|And he looked so cross, I'm sure it made me, 2620|As walking in the moonlight, when I spy 2620|A rider on a steed, full of prancing and prancing. 2620|The rider on a steed with a thump of heels, 2620|Galloped on the moonlight; and, ah! my ditty, 2620|For the hoof-steers, alas! had been sadly ill-bred. 2620|Pushing thro' the night, 2620|As fast as I might, 2620|Pushing thro' the night. 2620|My soul would be blind, 2620|And think not of me, 2620|For I'd lay down my head, 2620|If thinking of you-- 2620|I'd bury a dead 2620|In your bosom, my sweet! 2620|I'll bury the dead, 2620|And bring them instead 2620|Of her soft floating hair, 2620|The braes of the river, the hills of the mountain, 2620|And I'll bury the child 2620|In the bosom where he, 2620|In my bosom, my sweet! 2620|I'll hold him by my left hand, 2620|As a brother would hold a brother: ======================================== SAMPLE 314 ======================================== ._ _'Tis not at first, but surely next we find 2383|The best is when we fall; we all have life, 2383|And death itself appears the better part. 2383|O good Creator! say how oft awaits 2383|A faithful servant, who is always glad. 2383|Thou most commands to give us grace divine; 2383|_Therefore do I depart upon thy call, 2383|And leave this place of terror where thou standest!_ 2383|'Tis not enough that death is acted rightly! 2383|But what to God is more than death to me, 2383|That I must keep my own inviolate, 2383|Inviolate from me and all my kindred; 2383|And so do I depart, to give thee peace. 2383|_Eld. Bro._ Unrestful, Sir! and knowest thou not 2383|Thyself and me? 2383|_John._ We'll try no more. Await me not. 2383|_Eld. Bro._ Why, man! thou liest as a little drunken. 2383|_John._ This is but a short time since the time thou wentest 2383|To visit me. I find thee girded, traveller, 2383|Within the city of the Delphian, 2383|And here, I pray thee, find a pleasant spot. 2383|_John._ Sweet country, and the pleasant country, 2383|And the charming country! 2383|And so do I depart and follow thee. 2383|What wouldst thou here? 2383|_John._ Dear man, I will not leave thee here. 2383|_John._ In an almond-tree he bade me look around, 2383|A fluttering insect stretched from side to side, 2383|Tender, clever, kind, but very bold, 2383|And full of glee, yet full of meaning, 2383|And quite as foolish to be sure that plants, 2383|Of which men always make their boast, 2383|Are really a small plant, though, in sooth, 2383|So were in part a vain attempt; 2383|And full of glee, yet full of meaning, 2383|And quite as foolish to be sure that plants 2383|Are pleasant to eat and drink and eat. 2383|_John._ Alas! alas! alas! alas! 2383|_Eld. Bro._ No more. It tastes of herbs. 2383|_John._ This is a pretty name, but which 2383|Is far more troublesome I cannot say. 2383|_John._ That name has always been pronounced astray. 2383|_Eat not your daily bread! 2383|_John._ And therefore to the field go! 2383|I know not, for the time will come. 2383|_John._ There are no gatherers to sell nor waggoners to eat. 2383|_John._ I will not, I know not, 2383|Though they were men when I set out. 2383|The _little fiddle_ has _no fiddle_ for it, you know. 2383|_John._ The fiddle won't do. 2383|_Eld. Bro._ No, no! I will not! 2383|_John._ And is there any one 2383|Will pay the least, the cobbler's son? 2383|_John._ And is there any one, 2383|_Eld. Bro._ The fiddle won't do! 2383|_John._ 'Twas an easy, easy day. 2383|_Fowls_, birds, and butterflies. 2383|_John._ And is there anything, 2383|_John._ It is the easy, easy day of summer, 2383|That gives us comfort? 2383|_John._ So, too. 2383|_John._ A pleasant name indeed. 2383|_John._ And is there anything, 2383|_Eld. Bro._ I would be call'd that name, but not 2383|The names of all the nine. 2383|_John._ Thou hast a shrewd, shrewd, shrewd, erudite old man, 2383|A famous man, an old, old man, 2383|And in his pockets full of spiders, 2383|And in his pouches fast and finely, 2383| ======================================== SAMPLE 315 ======================================== ; this is the reason why, we are told, as already 3698|(But by the very knowledge we are strangely still in England) 3698|The good will speak--but, still perhaps you never-- 3698|(Another word, to tell the truth, have you not heard De Viscount 3698|boast of a man's life?) 3698|It is not right,--but what will come to pass?--why, this will 3698|I, too, have said, in that unerring word, in the 3698|letter he writes of what he knew that was the highest 3698|esteem of "the eternal God, that the Maker of human 3698|angels, and of His own bounteous hand that created the 3698|seasons and by the name of the Deity?" 3698|These, it is said, were the principal poems I ever had 3698|gathered; as the matter was, they were one--not one altogether, 3698|they also came duly to my house, and, for the most part, 3698|they were not lacking in being asked or sent from above. 3698|However, they are not all unknown to me or to me. And 3698|it seems that my very poor heart and all my life go from me 3698|with all that is genuine and sparkling in my eyes when I 3698|find it so difficult a thing to be desired. 3698|In a little solitude I may have had my fill of thinking 3698|of these times, and hear the drip of the rain, or perhaps 3698|when the clouds begin to fade and the wind ruffles--and, 3698|for a moment, the rasp of a storm has spread itself 3698|again over me. But when the clouds and darkness of the 3698|night come together, I will seek for the other two things: 3698|The one is for me, and the other for me--by my soul! I 3698|should have enjoyed the illusion of expecting and waiting 3698|for those things. 3698|The stars and the moon are the symbol and symbol of 3698|One another and another. 3698|The stars and the moon are the symbol and symbol of 3698|the dispute, "It is the ancient science of the 3698|in them who inhabit creation." 3698|When the universe is possessed by an infinity of beings, 3698|he would have it all out: he would have it, if he knew, 3698|but he would never know the rest. I am but a discoverer, 3698|and with this thought I will stand for many days on this 3698|shore. 3698|I am far from the throng who hold me in mockry for 3698|my withered body, and in vain I grope through the 3698|night to find no words to utter. 3698|And when, from sinking down, I wake to life, and struggle 3698|to be free and in my place, I would not change my scheme 3698|for no more. 3698|Yet when the heart is torn by many torments, and the 3698|passions grieve, the bright soul is led away to some 3698|house of peace, and he goes home and robs my soul with 3698|bitterly in his arms, in spite of all my struggle, to 3698|keep all the troubles and pains of this world. For he 3698|died in exile. 3698|And this thought of my last, for reasons now mean, must 3698|remain with me, since, in my last sleep, the mind is 3698|wearied. 3698|But how long shall I know what, what will happen! When the 3698|earth of this life is swallowed up, I shall be in a different 3698|intercourse with myself; a part shall be part of me, which I 3698|shall not utterly lose; a part which I cannot lose, nor 3698|ever be more. 3698|And I am lost indeed, but evermore, O God, and when my 3698|life has ebbed away, I shall arise from these dark and 3698|grim abodes in the realms of eternity. 3698|It shall be my revenge--for, in these days of trouble, 3698|nothing can move or move from one place to another. 3698|Here a single spot, a single hill, lies a blank, blank 3698|in the ======================================== SAMPLE 316 ======================================== away. 27129|As thou hast done, we'll follow thee! 27129|Followed by thee, etc. 27129|_First person_: _i.e._, the daughter of Sir William Charles 27129|_Second part of century_: Not in the least 27129|King's daughters do their best, 27129|And with their husbands' wives are jolly. 27129|Since, then, I'm quite amazed 27129|My friends still to unite, 27129|The best I trust most to lay by. 27129|_Next person_: Not in the olden time. 27129|I lately stated you, 27129|That now my heart 'gan stir, 27129|And yet it felt like petrified. 27129|That, when I first did spie 27129|Your speech of love, each glance 27129|The sinner caught, and fled distraught. 27129|I'm strangely fit to swear, 27129|Because such passing fair 27129|My conscience did prefer 27129|To folly's perfidy unmasked. 27129|And though my words are rude, 27129|I meant to say, 'You'll do!' 27129|Since now 'tis time to stir; 27129|But still, you know, they sit awry. 27129|I often long to see 27129|The pensman's clerk come through, 27129|But yet they are so weak-in-lone! 27129|I do not think I've done 27129|To entertain him, long or late; 27129|But now I see that he 27129|Was often too good company. 27129|_Next person_: What says he thus? 'tis odd! 27129|His fame's not won by strife; 27129|But yet it's just, and bears a god's. 27129|I've said enough--he's no more than that. 27129|_Third person_: _I have no great remorse for it_. 27129|Why, sir, it must be so! 27129|His hair grows grey, a little tot! 27129|He seems to me, as I do hope 27129|He'll do without. I'm not the man 27129|I've seen so graceful on my arm 27129|Since then. 'Tis not my fault 27129|I should have seen him last of all. 27129|I know not if he's hurt, 27129|Although he's sore wounded; 27129|But, if my fate has brought him up, 27129|I swear I'll make him sound and healthy. 27129|_Third person_: My dear deceased lady. 27129|Since then, to my dread sight 27129|This aspect sad and drear 27129|Will be a pleasing sight, 27129|As if I ne'er had seen such a. 27129|Come, my lord's chaplain, 27129|And quickly join the nine; 27129|Fetch the trimmings, brace your pouches, 27129|Then with a social wine 27129|Make to merry Scotland all your changes, 27129|And for health, good cheer. 27129|_Fourth person_: To all you have been told 27129|The truth is here told, 27129|What forgery was most prized 27129|By those who served and served the King. 27129|_Nappy_, merry Christmas night, 27129|Without any need at all, 27129|And no man will sing or bite, 27129|For he's most like a Dane the small! 27129|Good Christmas to each here, 27129|And health to every one; 27129|God bless them every one! 27129|_Four and twenty have been told, 27129|Since when first they came to me, 27129|Their clothes were white and red, 27129|And they wore the mark of Rome. 27129|In country houses, 27129|In the good old times, 27129|God help those who helped us all, 27129|When the good old times 27129|Were not all for toys, 27129|For a King would sing and say 27129|That a man was right in Christmas-day 27129|By right of birth and of every way. 27129|_Hafflins_, beggar's bit. 27129|_The holly ======================================== SAMPLE 317 ======================================== ; and with the song she raised her voice. 3160|"Oh! whither wanders thy distemper'd brain? 3160|What new device can a poor wretch regain? 3160|Whose poverty thy spare protectors scorn? 3160|What new device can the poor exile dare 3160|To break the bonds of a new cottage there? 3160|A cheerful home, where his sustain'd abode, 3160|His solitary state with me abode! 3160|How shall thine aid the timorous robber lend, 3160|And guard the gates of paradise, Endide? 3160|Too long thy prayers shall be the boon of light, 3160|And his immortal house the godlike knight. 3160|A beauteous stranger, do thou teach his sense, 3160|A deed, a vengeance, on his soul is cast. 3160|I beg thy favour, and I grant thy grace; 3160|Thee, O my guest, I love, to clasp in thee; 3160|Or, if with thee to range the foreign isle, 3160|And cast my country, mix the gifts of love. 3160|Whatever gifts of mine my hand bestow, 3160|I bend my knee, and share the suppliant's woe. 3160|But O! respect my prince's awful sway; 3160|A friend I seek, and, O! respect my stay." 3160|She said: to his low bow the winged boy 3160|Shook the full quiver with paternal joy. 3160|Full on him Cupid hover'd with his bow, 3160|And thus in sportive tone the warrior spoke: 3160|"Behold how swift the shafts of rapture fly! 3160|Not me, ye warriors, can the game deny. 3160|The game I ply, the victor wins the prize; 3160|A prize more glorious than thyself despise." 3160|She spoke: and smiling, rose from earth again, 3160|And to fair Venus gave the sacred bow. 3160|The golden wave the shining bird survey'd, 3160|With grace divine to all the royal maid. 3160|So shines a generous cloud, when night descends 3160|With all her sable mantle o'er the fields, 3160|Beneath the widowing queen: when radiant floods 3160|O'er the wide palace pour their silver floods. 3160|The maids attending wash the hallowed bales; 3160|While to the port the vessel swiftly flies 3160|With oars propitious, and with oars propitious, 3160|Swift-wing'd they bear her thence in triumph to the skies. 3160|The king of men (a mighty gift and good!) 3160|Approach'd, and all, in courteous reverence stood. 3160|Thus first Eumaeus spread the gifts supplied; 3160|Then Euryclea thus the king defied: 3160|"Why this protracted day prolong the feast, 3160|And point, to me, the question of the least? 3160|I have, at least, relinquish'd all thy care; 3160|To whom Eumaeus of the beauteous mien, 3160|The bowl, the quiver, and the brimming goblet bear." 3160|"What deed of fame, unhappy soul!" he cried, 3160|"Thus moves a soul thus insolent and blind? 3160|For when the goblet I have pass'd with care, 3160|And drink, though ready, recklessly of nought, 3160|Or the soft bosom and religious thought 3160|Of this blest land, I never thought to know; 3160|Nor care at all, though stern Ulysses go. 3160|A man, of old, the prince of sea-nymphs chaste, 3160|And born of heav'n! the pride of all the rest! 3160|Why else for such a race are all your vows 3160|Converting to despair the promis'd shores? 3160|That sure conjecture cost me much to view! 3160|Your sailors, guided by our guardian gods, 3160|Bear off some secret to themselves amends 3160|By the sea-faring men and mariners! 3160|'T is true, your ships had been in open sea 3160|The very sea were maritime and free; 3 ======================================== SAMPLE 318 ======================================== of God's grace, 8187|'Neath Mercy's flag, each hour, we'll meet 8187|And never say "A _whole_." 8187|But He who gave to us his name 8187|Shall yet to us bequeathed: 8187|And those who loved the living truth, 8187|In Him, their King, have wept. 8187|But, as the day is breaking fast, 8187|And from our dearest ties 8187|We'll part unto the ocean deep, 8187|That we may meet to-morrow. 8187|When to this world of grief we come, 8187|And in our stead we bring 8187|The world of woes, of pleasure and of scorn, 8187|And mirth and jollity, 8187|The bliss and rapture of the jocund years 8187|To come and go with thee! 8187|We're sitting at our fadeless feast 8187|In Life's glad games the sunbeams sport, 8187|And round us press the thoughtfullest 8187|Tales of that god-like One of Beauty's loveliness. 8187|We laugh and dance and fawn and prance, 8187|And in the jocund month of June 8187|Pour kisses on the lips of France, 8187|And drink the jocund month in tune; 8187|And ever after doleful gloom 8187|Seems woven in the common bloom, 8187|Which, dyed with many a deadly stain, 8187|The dark, enraptur'd eyes of men 8187|Weave into flowery chaplets fair 8187|And deck the brow of England's bard, 8187|Weaving the rich-flowers of the glade 8187|Whose nodding leaves crown life's green floor; 8187|So that even in sleep we feel 8187|As fresh as that first nectar-flowers, 8187|That flowerful cups that one would steal 8187|From those old brows divinely fair; 8187|Ere that young lip could sip or sip, 8187|The tears that then did gush and glide, 8187|The hungering heart within us feels 8187|A void, a selfishness denied; 8187|While they who've wept o'er Liberty's young lip, 8187|May look as smiles its dimpled bride, 8187|As lightly o'er the furrow'd grain 8187|With gentle, modest grace it stole, 8187|As though a nymph, upon the flow'ry moss, 8187|The while, 'midst sportive breezes fanned, 8187|Could by a beechen shadow chase 8187|The flying moth like Yaiad's youthful lover, 8187|With eyebeam's eye, that little knows to suit her 8187|Her dainty note, and loves to please her master:-- 8187|Yet if the nymph have joy in him, 8187|And every nymph has stroked her head 8187|With kisses long and sweet, 8187|And bended to her feet; 8187|Yet would she turn and stoop to see 8187|The soul that follows him alone, 8187|And leave the lover in despair 8187|To wait her conquering frown upon her. 8187|But, when a woman's mood is strook 8187|In twining round the neck of youth, 8187|The fondly heaved her heart to look, 8187|And tell, for all he said or did 8187|Of truth or charm, that love is waste, 8187|And all she did, or dreamed or done 8187|Is now but dull and clumsy, 8187|While man, and maid and youth, are gone, 8187|And even the fair face left more fair 8187|In each light heart than is hers under; 8187|For every smile, each motion told, 8187|Will seem as light as her own sigh-- 8187|And when she smiles, his smiles will fall 8187|Like showering sunbeams down the sky. 8187|This is to be determined at once, my lady fair, 8187|Your faultless girl to own, but to become a creature: 8187|For when her head, which now (to yield I meant) may be 8187|More fitly bent, ======================================== SAMPLE 319 ======================================== the flowerful fields 1365|From far, and bring the light of day, 1365|When the birds will sing their Christmas-Pleasure in the glen! 1365|A fig for our old sow! 1365|And we're glad we were to be fed 1365|With food and cheer at home and merry-bread 1365|Round old taverns in the air! 1365|So we'll make good cheer and sing 1365|Glad of the new year long, 1365|When the grey goose, quite, 1365|With his young fowl, 1365|Shall pipe to us in spite of our sharp biting whip, 1365|And the red wine we shall drink! 1365|And our old sow shall sing us 1365|A Christmas-feast, 1365|With apples and snow for its honeyn-curdling. 1365|A fig for his Christmas-dine! 1365|And we're glad at it now, 1365|When the grey goose 1365|Is our old friend, 1365|In spite of our wisdom he shall not fail, 1365|That he knows which shall the better be. 1365|He was an old and very tough farmer, I'm sure; 1365|I can tell you what he meant by "blush," 1365|But I'll tell you what he meant by, 1365|Which is why I have been so fond of good cheer, 1365|And I shall not want for good cheer, 1365|The old that is all, all the old ones will say. 1365|A-humming and merry old crow, 1365|Sing, sing, laugh like anything; 1365|Old Christmas is come all too soon; 1365|Old Christmas is come all too soon-- 1365|Sing, sing, laugh like anything. 1365|Old Christmas is comming with joy, 1365|When she makes her appearance, 1365|Old Christmas's comming with woe; 1365|Old Christmas is comming with joy. 1365|A-humming and merry old crow, 1365|Sing, sing, laugh like anything; 1365|Old hens sing with their sorrows, 1365|Old beggows are tearing their crowns, 1365|Young aged eighty a-swinging about, 1365|Old sinners are tearing their souls, 1365|Old struggling sinners are kneeling with fear, 1365|Old dying persons lamenting their sin, 1365|May I be to thee such a father, 1365|To cheer those sad souls with the song, 1365|So long and so long! 1365|And let the years of thy coming so fleet 1365|Speak low of old joys and old pleasures, 1365|Until at last they may come who are we, 1365|Our poor old friend, John, how sad it all seems, 1365|When we are nothing, and we are not friends, 1365|And little lambkins are garnered in fields, 1365|And the golden and gay changes come back now, 1365|Old Christmas is come with his white cowl, 1365|To warm the poor harvestman's heart, 1365|He brings good news, 1365|And his white cowl says he never has seen, 1365|And his white cowl says he never has seen, 1365|Old Christmas is come all too soon, John, 1365|Old Christmas is come very soon. 1365|My window is empty, my lamp is lit. 1365|I know not what dawn breaks in flower or fruit, 1365|And this window alone wakes my heart, 1365|That God has come into my chamber in the north, 1365|And the windows look out on the spring, 1365|That the birds are singing in Paradise, 1365|And all the lights in heaven, and all the birds in earth, 1365|Have flown away till I lay out my life. 1365|The leaves are dying with soft, tender hands, 1365|But the fire of autumn glows still brighter in the wind, 1365|The leaves are trembling and sickle like a girl's, 1365|Her hair blows faint in the glow of the sun, 1365|She makes a rosy wreath and hides it with her eyes, 1365|She lifts her forehead, and points out her hair. 1365|I know the grey old tower on the wall here, 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 320 ======================================== ; but he goes where we've always been. 2619|And he's the old man in the bush 2619|Who tells us there's going to be 2619|A regular562 to-day: 2619|And as to the stories that we hear, 2619|It's all reported so far 2619|That he never was before; 2619|For sometimes they're not in the wrong way, 2619|But carry him good-bye each night, 2619|Just as perhaps he has made out of right. 2619|And we're sure, every one, 2619|That he didn't get in bed last night 2619|Any reason but "front!" 2619|And so he sleeps till the break of day, 2619|Or if he should wake again 2619|In the old land that's going to be his own, 2619|He never would start again. 2619|Or if he should get in front once first 2619|And kick his head at me 2619|The way he does with the other dogs-- 2619|He never would start again. 2619|You may talk o' gin and beer 2619|When you're quartered safe out 'ere, 2619|An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it; 2619|But if that ain't good advice, 2619|Don't grouse up till you've had it; 2619|For the other dogs have different tails, 2619|An' whatever's got them do they say they do, 2619|An' you mustn't swear an' see, 2619|If you're goin' to bite the dog for _my_ sake, 2619|That you're goin' to bite the dog for _my_ sake, 2619|_So_ you will. 2619|You may think o' chivalry that's done 2619|When you're goin' to bite the dog for _my_ sake, 2619|But, before you are aware, 2619|You will leave your dog a bite to tear, 2619|For he knows that he is got 2619|Into fightin' another dog that's got 2619|Into furry, furry spot 2619|An' he knows he has a bit of nose 2619|That's as bad as hangin' dogs that's doin'-- 2619|But he lives along the road 2619|Killed by other dogs that run a race, 2619|Which is very, very like 2619|In a foxy little garden-place, 2619|Where the other dogs are at 2619|Snarlin' kites and killin' kites, 2619|Kicking up the golden grass 2619|Which the other children kiss; 2619|But the bended skies of other clouds 2619|Was as large as your black eyes, 2619|An' you didn't seem to want to die, 2619|So you didn't let death die. 2619|But the damned soul only grinned 2619|At the dreadful little red-coats skin 2619|You had on your brindled hair-- 2619|Well, a rope was on your back, 2619|And you had the look of every dog, 2619|And a stain on your stiffened lip, 2619|And the stains on your fine blue eye, 2619|And the stains on your blanching lip, 2619|And the stains on your soft blue eye, 2619|And the stains on your soft brown eye, 2619|For you made the cruel wound I die 2619|In some bloody bloody ground. 2619|It's a nice lesson, plain, to learn-- 2619|Little French guide-books, with little English books, 2619|Are much better than English books. 2619|For English lore's a far too hardy thing 2619|To be told by careful little boys, 2619|Who, having been at school 2619|In England long ago, 2619|Would often pause and look about, 2619|And wonder what the scholars about 2619|Could do without him, learned in France, 2619|And then would turn around 2619|In answer to their friends' complacence. 2619|But then it is a curious thing 2619|To learn that nice French guide-books are not trash! 2619|That's good advice for one like me, 26 ======================================== SAMPLE 321 ======================================== , 19226|The "trees are still." 19226|The sheep in the meadows by themselves 19226|Will shortly be coming out to drink, 19226|And the wind will be softer than leaves 19226|Sifting the grain. 19226|And the dogs and the little lambs will rock 19226|When the wind blows over the golden fields 19226|And the little grey mare through the meadows 19226|Will speed as they crop 19226|The pink and white. 19226|And the little red mare will beat the hay, 19226|Shall drive her cart out in the mowing fields; 19226|And the wind will sing in the reapers' song 19226|"A good-day, neighbour." 19226|The little river goes awhirl 19226|Into the sea 19226|With many a water-snake across 19226|The land of the sea. 19226|The road is muddy with moss, 19226|And the ocean is green with moss, 19226|And the sky is blue, and the hills look over, 19226|And the grass where the clover has hung 19226|Is yellow and green in the season; 19226|Yes, the path is light and the sun is bright, 19226|Though it hides all stains in the winter 19226|The blades of the red mare and the blue clover 19226|Are striped with red and yellow and yellow! 19226|The fields are full of brown-eyed, yellow clover, 19226|And the swans are flying past me 19226|Across the hills. 19226|The path is filled with pink clover, 19226|With the clover, purple and jade; 19226|Yet who would linger in the tangled thicket 19226|And walk on it at even 19226|When the purple sky is high? 19226|My little brother sits within his hall 19226|And drinks the crimson milk from furrowed boughs; 19226|He covers all his past with flowers and ferns, 19226|And leaves the birds on his old empty boughs. 19226|O sister mine, how fare the miners 19226|In this our dusty, dusty, open place! 19226|What good are mine, in this our dusty time, 19226|To make this humble, rich, and hallowed land, 19226|To hold this wealth we dedicate to nature? 19226|O sister mine, how fare the miners 19226|In this our dusty, open, folded land! 19226|How fare the miners, with their rugged shoulders? 19226|And are they old my childhood's wonted stand? 19226|With coalmains white the smooth, old-fashioned chimneys 19226|Are gleaming in the twilight, 19226|And the windows bright with sun-fire 19226|Gleam over the bridge. 19226|The hills from the banks are clothed with shadows, 19226|The ripples of the valley awethreat; 19226|On the further side of the firth-way 19226|The river is a little narrow, 19226|And the village lies. 19226|In the farther side of the town; 19226|Where flows the muddy willow 19226|Over an arc of roses, 19226|And the old stone gateway closes, 19226|In the midst a hut stands lonely, 19226|And only the pigeons cry and flee 19226|In the distance faint and lonely. 19226|The roof is high, and the fires are still, 19226|The waters are far below. 19226|With the morning's sun and shadow, 19226|And the sun's rays washed from the river, 19226|My brother will stand alone. 19226|All day long they say of the homestead, 19226|Of the meadow-pounded upland farm, 19226|And the old, old homestead, which stood alone 19226|In the little church of the churchyard-ground. 19226|The village sleeps in the hayloft dim, 19226|Where the shadows of honeysuckle grow, 19226|Which the wind, like a whisper of waters, 19226|Cannot quench in the silent night, 19226|Nor the blackbird's note, in its flight, 19226|Awake in the lark, and the nightingale's music. 19226|The cottage sleeps ======================================== SAMPLE 322 ======================================== the wretch who tells you that you have died: 38511|Weep and writhe--with the world weeps on their side. 38511|The wretch who tells you that you have forgot-- 38511|That you have loved an evil thing, I wot: 38511|When, when, ah! that which makes our lives a lot, 38511|It sets us bankrupts out for nothing--yet, 38511|The best of all your friends take care of us-- 38511|I have no friends to-day! 38511|When we had all enjoyed our joke, we parted. 38511|The end of it was this; and now I'm gone; 38511|And I am left in charge to serve another, 38511|And evermore to you I make this one-- 38511|'Tis all that makes me sad: 38511|I have a sorry heart, and there are friends 38511|I never can get through. 38511|Then when a darker grief hath dimmed my eyes, 38511|And in my sad account have seen your face, 38511|And there have still the sunshine on the skies, 38511|I'll smile and laugh outright; 38511|Besides, I know there's something in 't, 'tis all 38511|That makes me sad, and I must weep and say 38511|That there was never road. 38511|"O, had I buried in a hay-cock close 38511|Of ugly iron, there would be no end 38511|To this my long continued lonely doze-- 38511|Or that it might be still, 38511|And on that dismal night I wept. 38511|They say ye have forgot, ye never can, 38511|Though ye have forgotten all about the house, 38511|And not by any means; 38511|Ye have forgot, ye cannot make pretence, 38511|But still ye must not try, 38511|The hand of Time hath quite outrun your sense; 38511|And ye must try, as soon as you are gone, 38511|To tell your grief to one in whom ye mourn: 38511|The memory of you is a mighty sign-- 38511|Ye cannot tell what there is in your heart." 38511|"There's nothing like a man," she said, "ne body and soul, 38511|And nothing more, than this, 38511|Upon the earth is nothing at all 38511|But only melancholy-- 38511|Oh! think you that upon the world I come 38511|While yet I live in peace-- 38511|But there's a way some things will surely say: 38511|I can not find a man with me-- 38511|The few men there I see, 38511|So happy in the solitude 38511|I see them on the street. 38511|They walk with noiseless feet in fear and grief; 38511|They know not how, and they alone, 38511|In the wide waste alone, 38511|Who will tell their grief to one another 38511|With not a word or tone. 38511|'Poor men,' I'll say, and 'mong them I 38511|Are friends for such as I!' 38511|I'll say to them, 'The world is changed indeed 38511|To something like a thing 38511|That was like nothing, though the seas 38511|Were wreckful ere they fell, 38511|And now we're in the deep, cold waves 38511|Of sorrow,' calmly, 'In the stern sea-rim 38511|Or grim sea-castles.' 38511|"Oh! tell me, little children, tell, 38511|Is man a floating bird?" 38511|Thus while we speak, the story is told, 38511|And as we've ceased our singing, 38511|We ask again, in stillest wise, 38511|'Is man a floating thing?' 38511|"If you were born," the silver mists 38511|That gather on the sky, 38511|"If you were born, and at some dawn 38511|As they were dying, and they filled 38511|Our lives with wild surmise, 38511|"If you were born," the mystic mists, 38511|The dream that made our faces glad, 38511|We should not sigh for any lad 38511|Who, in his dream, could bid it cease. 38511 ======================================== SAMPLE 323 ======================================== of the time, 27333|When earth has cast off her old design, 27333|And the last harvest of its winter lies in sign of Spring. 27333|And when the Winter months shall not erase 27333|The lines of this gay world, nor yet replace 27333|The dreams of other worlds, that lie beyond our reach, 27333|To bid our souls up welcome to the feast of our own ranch. 27333|And let not always sorrow fall on all who love us, 27333|Who walk with us and welcome Death, but bring 27333|New pleasures to those hearts that ache for them, 27333|That are as free as birds before the Spring. 27333|And let the Winter that dissolves the World 27333|Scatter the cherished dreams, and bring, it may. 27333|Then, though my hours of darkness are but half-past three, 27333|I count upon the glory of the Night. 27333|And let the silent hours of sleep escape, 27333|The joy that is not born of longing strong, 27333|And know no grief that Life itself has scarce begun, 27333|Except its goal of love, whereon to look for rest. 27333|And let the lonely hours have time for rest, 27333|For the heart to give is not to take to-day; 27333|For we are bound unto our loves and moans, 27333|For them alone the path of love's to stray. 27333|And let the hours of sleep in silence keep 27333|Life's wasted hours, and close it to the tomb, 27333|But though the longing come and find me cold 27333|In heart and eyes, my Love shall find the room. 27333|Love is not dead, 27333|The heart is not dead, 27333|That will not give 27333|Its love to the 27333|Whom we call dead. 27333|Love has no tomb, 27333|Its heart is too cold, 27333|Dead hearts will weep, 27333|And over me move 27333|The shadow of Death. 27333|Not ours the joy 27333|Of living in hours, 27333|But Love would have given 27333|Dear hearts to know 27333|Our love has not dead. 27333|For Hope lives here 27333|And Faith fades too, 27333|And all our future 27333|Is but a shadow, 27333|Born of illusion. 27333|I have a way of longing in my blood, 27333|A way of glory, a sweet and holy fire, 27333|An untried longing, an unquenchable desire. 27333|To feel that in me burns a precious fire, 27333|And in my heart I bear the burning secret of desire. 27333|To feel that, when the heart has drunk the soul's sweet wine, 27333|And in my flesh the precious treasure of delight, 27333|When it has brought to nothing earthly heaven and pain, 27333|I shall not weary in its seeking to attain. 27333|But I am weary, and at last I know this truth, 27333|This rosary of days when my poor heart is slain, 27333|The days when the immortals lived in Paradise. 27333|For I am weary of all things; toils and sins 27333|Are but the garment of a little life, 27333|A world, a sun, a beckoning shore, 27333|And a blue sky, a distant hill. 27333|And I am weary of all things. The Spring 27333|Is dead, and all the woods are brown, 27333|And the red sun hardly moves 27333|Because he wears no more 27333|The blue sky. 27333|I have been very weary 27333|Of all the golden ways 27333|That I have lost. 27333|I have been very weary 27333|Of all the golden hours 27333|That have fallen into flowers, 27333|To dull decay. 27333|I have been very weary 27333|Of all the golden hours 27333|That are remembered in dreams, 27333|And in my heart they move 27333|To bright eternity, 27333|Like little golden keys 27333|Fallen to silence tremblingly. 27333|I have been very weary 27333|Of all the golden hours 27333|That are remembered now, 27333| ======================================== SAMPLE 324 ======================================== |When all life's joys are fled, 1238|In your sweet name I pray 1238|To God for aye, O Lord-- 1238|That thou, O Lord, dost grant 1238|That in all life we may 1238|Both live, and move, and be 1238|One in another's way. 1238|With Christ our Father blend, 1238|And while our heart shall be 1238|Proud of all human joy, 1238|Let us join, and be 1238|One in another's way. 1238|The love we bear in us, 1238|In our hands, is strong; 1238|Our hands to feel he gives 1238|Our hearts in good or ill, 1238|Together with his will. 1238|And let him keep us so, 1238|And give them to the poor; 1238|Together with his will. 1238|It is too early yet. 1238|The hour is here 1238|When I must say my prayer; 1238|I bid my trembling hen 1238|To spread the bread and hay, 1238|And with me bring a gift 1238|From God, the mystic Dove, 1238|To put me through the night. 1238|It is too early yet. 1238|The hour is here, and through 1238|The door my poor folk go; 1238|I cannot see his face, 1238|I must go, and must 1238|Have my heart's mystery, 1238|The immortal Pater, who 1238|Has come to us to bless 1238|My soul's infirm distress, 1238|Who must, though blind, make sure 1238|That he is heavenly pure. 1238|How I can love! I must 1238|Not, though I worship Thee! 1238|My soul's infirm indifference 1238|To sainted amity 1238|Is such a lesser blessing; 1238|The love of God is this. 1238|I cannot love! I dare 1238|Not lift my heart or eyes; 1238|I cannot love--no, dare! 1238|I must be simply wise. 1238|Yet may I love, maybe! 1238|What matter if the world 1238|Will never know of me, 1238|My love, my golden dove! 1238|He gave his heart, he gave it, 1238|So, in a little while, 1238|He blessed it, being human, 1238|And blessed his Master's smile. 1238|"_How I should love! how I should love!_" 1238|The roses are on the bough, 1238|The sun on the lake is low, 1238|Lingering down the dells, 1238|Towers of winter and rooks. 1238|The roses are on the bough, 1238|The sun on the lake is low, 1238|Lingering down the dells, 1238|Towers of winter and rooks. 1238|"_When I am grown to man's estate_. 1238|I will come and sit by the fire 1238|Close to the fireside, where 1238|The jolly old landlord 1238|Is boiling himself to share. 1238|And I will think of the old, old 1238|Houses and hollies told, 1238|Of the little old landlord 1238|And the landlord's old and old. 1238|"_How I should love! how I should love!_" 1238|The roses are on the bough, 1238|The jolly old landlord's wife, 1238|And these old friends are ours, 1238|In the heart's gloomy rooms: 1238|"_How I should love! how I should love!_" 1238|The roses are on the bough, 1238|The sun on the lake is low, 1238|Lingering down the dells, 1238|Towers of winter and rooks. 1238|Naught has come to father, nay, 1238|But the roses' breath in the day, 1238|And they all sleep in the hay, 1238|For the bees wake around and they're climbing the hay, 1238|And the sun is descending to kiss at the eaves ======================================== SAMPLE 325 ======================================== 1008|We here his voice enfold, and from afar 1008|I hear his voices: "Am I that he comes?" 1008|Now am I in the wrong way taught my steps 1008|By him, so plain I wont to view, were I 1008|In the wrong roadstead at another wheel. 1008|Hence in the second circle I arrive, 1008|The greeting, which field gives so ample room, 1008|That its circumference about me. Of thy voice 1008|Shrink not; now heave thy arrogance with scorn! 1008|Heedless of thee, I come. To remedy 1008|Thee will I soon return, and seek thy aid 1008|Here knowledge of thy state. But there I learned, 1008|The nature of God, and of his powerful voice 1008|He hath pronounced me: "Blessed are the poor 1008|In spirit." Like unto the tuneful throng 1008|Which through the solitudine leaves the voice, 1008|And if they joy aught in the song, their harps 1008|Are waked, they such have power to sweep away 1008|The hearts of mighty worthies from the earth." 1008|My faculties are fettered and revolved, 1008|And from my heart such the authority, 1008|That soon a space 'twill give to round on high. 1008|Yet this is not inordinately held, 1008|As one who dreams of boundless power, intent 1008|Upon eternal banquets, to desire 1008|The mind of him that hath no other source 1008|Than in desire, and, in that wish, soars. 1008|The next, who through so many has been shown, 1008|With breast unladen and a snare 1008|Of inward desire, must needs fall out, 1008|Demanding further speech. Those other souls, 1008|Whose song the sovran song-heart made, shall hear; 1008|And in a little while the soul, that now 1008|As now is sweetly silent, shall retrace 1008|The steps of my discourse.--Ye shall in turn 1008|Be of one mind with me. Yet may wide heaven 1008|Inward rejoin us, were the song to thee 1008|Of him, that well the verse now means to tell, 1008|How from his cavern thou mayst now be heard? 1008|For that high style of him the gods vouchsafed 1008|That still a unforgiving grace on me 1008|His heart shall kindle, who shall be 1008|With the Greeks, as I shall oft be seen in song. 1008|To many an animal, whose virtue I 1008|Have studied, whose insight may the good 1008|Have been expressed, as is the present, still 1008|To me thou openest, and on thy sense 1008|Enveniastic, I discern: and thou, 1008|More spirit! of lively spirit! who singest, 1008|What shall be said for thee, when thou with pleasure 1008|Thou seest the thing, which thou before the eyes 1008|Hast admiring?" He in few: "In him is clear 1008|What thou hadst heard, and what from him is concealed." 1008|Then pushed the mouth of silence further down, 1008|Saying: "Sien mortals, mark; mark; and from the hour 1008|He proceeds to the right hand by which 1008|The road is to the centre, let him lay 1008|The blame entire; not that more hidden seems 1008|The truth, which thou hast hidden from the long 1008|Arts of the bridge; in which the towers of Rome, 1008|Now in his passage, the first fortress found, 1008|And of the walls a ruinous shrine of masonry, 1008|As yet is not; for all the villanous towers 1008|And palaces and temples of the neighbouring towns 1008|Are void, and not a voice is heard on high. 1008|In all the rest is but one dungeon; that the weeds 1008|That in the second Canto I have set, 1008|And of the inside of this wall a scourge." 1008|Such choler I had found, and to such pite ======================================== SAMPLE 326 ======================================== . (Exeunt) 703|Class III. 703|LET me go! 703|I am going through the land 703|To look on yonder mighty hill, 703|And see if there is one can climb 703|Those hills to more than honor me. 703|I am going. 703|A hundred miles is it from here, 703|To where my father and mother were; 703|I looked on them, and only saw 703|A little farther off, with awe. 703|I did not see that little piece 703|Of village making folk to groan, 703|Whence iron-claws and iron-cans 703|The heavy country round have shown. 703|I am going. 703|I do not see what things they be: 703|Old heaps of slain are lying there; 703|Old lies all stiff and quiet-less; 703|The young men all that march are dead, 703|And are gone to their old content. 703|I am going. 703|I am going along with the crowd 703|That gathered in the village road: 703|I shall look on that little stone 703|On yonder side ofchanging stone. 703|I will look on this sand-dashed ledge 703|That leans from out yon distant sky, 703|And I shall think, as I have looked 703|In the glass, of my own company 703|In the little stone stand beside. 703|I may look on that little house 703|Where little boys were gathered next, 703|And as if there were no one there, 703|Nor little boys upon the top; 703|There was never a sound to beat, 703|Nor giddy uproar from the shore, 703|As when I kissed them and went home; 703|For as in that house it was builded not 703|Where children played in their delight, 703|They were nought to the doors from whence they were brought, 703|As if there were nothing left to do 703|But the very stones from the bottom of the stone, 703|To set it up and turn it on. 703|I do not stop to ask, where I may be, 703|What task my mind has set me doing. 703|In that house that had such its inner back 703|It had its awkward corner, too, 703|And held the beams that were formed of real iron, 703|And had even the window-crack to turn it 703|Back into the same old wall. 703|I do not see, in any part or other, 703|The house where they were lying down; 703|From which I cannot tell you any more 703|Than I could tell you in my own. 703|I do not know that any child will know 703|The place where they were hidden away; 703|I do not know, where they have been or how, 703|Whether they have slid away; 703|Nor do I know the very time the road 703|For them to put them in of place; 703|Nor do I know that all the suns have set, 703|For the very first of May, 703|And the very night has not come very late, 703|So that not a light may shine; 703|But still as I look back upon the house 703|I think it is my family. 703|I do not know that any child will guess 703|The place where he was buried down; 703|But I will tell you something of the things 703|That I have seen in the open plain 703|As they have been to-night since you have been there, 703|And all of them that I have seen. 703|IN the silence of a little brook 703|And a rock, and I lay down, 703|Till my eyelids fell on the brook, 703|And I heard again those babbling lips, 703|Sweet, but interrupted by a little brook; 703|And, as I lay alone in silence, I heard 703|A far-off babbling sound, 703|Like the voice of a lonely man in his sleep, 703|Or a bird with a golden bill; 703|And it seemed that the brook was singing aloud, 703|As if it would suddenly call itself after him, 703|When he might find again his own. 703|And it seemed to me, as I lay awake, 703|That the brook, being now no more, 703|Had caught up ======================================== SAMPLE 327 ======================================== .] 1001|The spirit who had entered into the bodies of the body, according 1001|To me rendered in few words; and I began, "My son, what deed of 1001|Ah, so may God that find thee out speak with thee, tell who thou art, 1001|So wholly at once became she; then her teacher answered me, "Before 1001|I was a little used to her who with herself had worlèd me, I 1001|was joined to her who and what was afterwards revealed to me; but 1001|far as she was at the first clasping her arms, she forthwith 1001|turned her face unto me, and thus in her discourse began: "My 1001|Sometimes an animal, or an human creature, which draws the wood in 1001|be its nature, appears himself to be released from its organs. It 1001|is composed of little flames, and of little ashes, so that, if 1001|we could believe that it quivers in every movement of its motion, 1001|We experience of the ascent and the fall." And I said, "Master, 1001|Tell now plain to thee, that I may give thee for thyself an art that 1001|speaking to me." He straightened his hair back, and then his 1001|spirit took fire for a little; and while we were following on his 1001|And I, "My Master, now I see thee; and thou art not one who is 1001|following." 1001|Thereon became as clear to me their post which goes on thus far 1001|My mind from me that I was drawn there: "O Friars," began I, with 1001|my sight behind me, gazing on this and that, and in such wise 1001|I could see through the eyes. He stamped upon us without his 1001|transmitted; and the Friar began all of his saying, "I am Friar 1001|Baptist, and for this condition that I am set in jubilee." And I 1001|to him, "My son, between the ages and the mortal world, I pray 1001|thee, tell how I know, what is this knowledge which thou hast 1001|seen?" And he to me, "I am Friar Pedro Malaspina, wife to 1001|Baptist, whom thou hast seen there. I have seen the ancient 1001|Elder of the disciple whom I knew in the house of Tuscan 1001|and Fesal counterfeit of the Martyr; that its art was good, and its 1001|good works, and its goodness so great goodness, that to nothing it 1001|could be desirable. With this I had drawn near to the little 1001|quickened so that the pain, which makes a man turn upon his 1001|kind, had made him stand upright. If thou art more holy, think 1001|thee then almost such as I was; now thou art the harlot and 1001|thou art the devil; now thou art the lying soul, that, for 1001|sins, hast vice." 1001|And the friar, now the matter was so turned to my other view, 1001|that only for the pen penitential tears, I recognized not 1001|what he was; whence he said, "Thou art not over-bound 'gainst the 1001|bonds that now are lying in wait for me, so long as thou 1001|lookest." And I, "Master, now what brings thee to mind?" And he 1001|to me, "Before seven years are safe, I think thou shalt see 1001|that seer, who knows his place in the world, and not only his 1001|place in the water; wherefore if he were but little older, 1001|show him the legs placed there in the chest beneath that stone, 1001|which is so low that not far off as where it base is beyond. He 1001|prays, and issues from looking with stretched hands upward, and 1001|ceives him, in order that it may stretch up to the face beneath." And 1001|he, "Now if thou only second be able, then keep through the evil 1001|created that thou lookest so far down." And I, "If thou were fifty 1001|years, and be able to endure so long as I live, I would press 1001|that man's puissance, before which I was taken, and wish from 1001|him his affections. But tell me if thou hast ever seen, or 1001|what is become of him there whom thou didst see, when into this 1001|land he passed, how was he filled with fire? and if thou art 1001| ======================================== SAMPLE 328 ======================================== , and that is the answer to all that 1322|they call themselves. 1322|I knew that you were, and when I was about the farm 1322|I asked you everything I should be in. 1322|I asked you not to say a word to me. 1322|I had no word to say. 1322|You were busy because of me. 1322|Yes, and what is it that can do? 1322|I know nothing: that is no child of the world, 1322|and yet it is not that. 1322|The fields, if they were fields I know, would surely 1322|have it once; and this is how my childhood began. 1322|It is not the years, and the years, that have now made 1322|it good: the years, if they could, would surely have 1322|it. 1322|These are things I want to try for myself. 1322|The world's great youngsters never play a game; 1322|The world's great children are not very young. 1322|Their hair is brown, and yellow, and their eyes 1322|are blue. 1322|They play in a row: the game is a long while, 1322|and they go on the same game with the same time. 1322|They are very young; and they play a game, 1322|and play at the same time with the same time. 1322|They play for the same time; but I tell you, my friend, 1322|so well, that they play with the same time. 1322|They play for the same time; yet I know why they play 1322|with the same time. 1322|They play for the same time; yet I know why they play 1322|with the same time. 1322|The game is a long time; it is often seen, but 1322|never seen, in later life. 1322|The game is a long time, but it is never known; it is 1322|the same time. 1322|The game is a long time, but it is never seen; 1322|when they play together they go out and out 1322|the same time. 1322|When they come into action, they play a game, sometimes 1322|the same time. 1322|For the same game they play, and sometimes they do; 1322|when they play together they come back to play, 1322|no matter how old they come. 1322|They play on the same time; but I know why they play 1322|of the same time. 1322|I know that it is the same game they play, and 1322|there may come a quiet life, an old age, 1322|but this game is not long, and it is not far. 1322|It is a long time to play and laugh: once more I hope that I 1322|shall have my own place and my own proper time. 1322|You will be my friend; we have been here for a long time, 1322|the matter is too long. 1322|Our day is done. I have not been long in my garden, 1322|but I am sitting by the door. 1322|I see you now, in spite of everything I have done; I 1322|strangely seen a few of these old friends of yours. 1322|You were a kind of a good house, and the air was still 1322|like a silver leaf, and you was very gay, my 1322|friend, your color would make me cry to you to 1322|look, and then you would hold me by the hand and look. 1322|You were a little bit of a country boy, but I will tell 1322|you now, I have seen the likes of you. 1322|We have watched everything, and it has been always said 1322|that goes to plant. 1322|The little garden pales in sight, 1322|and all are children in the blue. 1322|My day is done, for I have seen 1322|as fairies wandering about, but not 1322|as I have seen. 1322|You are a little child who has seen time 1322|making earth less fair. 1322|Our sun is never burnt, nor the air 1322|moulds by a thousand charms, but the sun 1322|makes our dreams aquiver, for we have seen 1322|young ======================================== SAMPLE 329 ======================================== |'If you want 'em, some of 'em won't have it. 23167|'Twas all one to me when I found 23167|'Twas one of 'em Jonesmen. I thought 23167|That Jonesmen would never be ground 23167|For their strength: they were 'bout me. I heard 23167|That they're "never abandoned" as "never." 23167|"Oh, bother!" I called, "it's absurd 23167|Not to see such as stand!" 23167|That night 'twas the twilight of beer and 23167|Thank-poor-will and the bull-dog the more. 23167|I was proud . . . I was proud! 23167|Well, what was the name of that brand? 23167|It was all of a smoke and a joke, 23167|And my rival was just what was I. 23167|But I laughed and I cried, 23167|And I laughed and I cried, 23167|Till I caught a glimpse past! 23167|Then I said, with a sigh: 23167|"Now, is this the name of that brand?" 23167|I knew not; nor did I: 23167|Changed every day for a flame. 23167|And what did my rival next find? 23167|"That I'll never have any more." 23167|And they came and I walked at my door. 23167|He came then, a small-footed dog! 23167|And he had three shillings in one! 23167|And he sat quite still, 23167|And he had no thrill 23167|From the lifting of the sun. 23167|But the moon shone bright and her visage rose 23167|As she looked up, and the stars shone bright, 23167|And she walked in a suit of white . . . 23167|She went with a step 23167|As I followed my love to my side, 23167|And I whispered so low: 23167|"Why are you so distant, my heart?" 23167|She had her own way! 23167|And she went with a step 23167|As young as a bride-band! The door's close, 23167|And my comrade the moonlight the same; 23167|Yet I followed and followed until 23167|When he came to the door 23167|Of the hut at the top, 23167|And I said, "You are old, 23167|And your eyes are too bright for the sight; 23167|And the way seems long!" 23167|But he pushed me right over the sill, 23167|And he leaned me over the sill; 23167|With his left-hand clutched, 23167|He eyed me and whispered "Good-day!" 23167|And he said, "I'm old, 23167|And my feet have grown stouter and sore." 23167|So I followed and followed until 23167|Came the words of the belfry clear. 23167|And he cried, but I heard, 23167|As the gray leaves said, 23167|"Is the life worth the world?" "Ah, my friend!" 23167|Yet he vanished in doubt, 23167|And I followed, I thinking, behind 23167|In the track of the curving snow, 23167|And I looked up and said: 23167|"Is my life worth the world?" "Ah, my friend!" 23167|The snow fell, 23167|Like a great white mist all day; 23167|Yet the wind was warm, 23167|And I followed, I following, away. 23167|How can you lift your hands 23167|And lift your eyes to mine? 23167|I am so weak, so blind, 23167|I could scarcely speak, 23167|While the clouds dropped down the sky, 23167|And the trees in all the copse. 23167|I could hardly lift my hands, 23167|(Though so I cannot speak) 23167|It was so short, so narrow, 23167|I could scarcely lift my feet. 23167|I could not lift my feet 23167|Till I answered, "What is this? 23167|That white cloud floating up 23167|Over the world, and I?" 23167|It is only snow, it is so brief! 23167|(How can it ======================================== SAMPLE 330 ======================================== , he's a fine young fellow, and he'll run a race. 19525|"But, father, what's the matter? I'll be sure you may depend 19525|On what's become of Cunighead, and how to begin. 19525|Besides, you're not the only one that's fit to bring a buck; 19525|He thinks his years are full, perhaps, a better one than I." 19525|"I'll give a jump," the pal--"Come, come, my lad. Don't hurry. 19525|I'll run a race to-morrow, for I won't turn loose from Cunighead." 19525|Ahead! awake! the East is bright, 19525|Merrily, merrily, all three-- 19525|The bells of Crockford, church and state, 19525|Thrice happy are they, and so are they. 19525|O merrily, merrily, merrily over the green plain, 19525|The bells of Crockford, church and state, 19525|The bells of Crockford, church and state, 19525|The bells of Crockford, church and state, 19525|Their sweetest music I hear; 19525|They chiming high, and they fain would die, 19525|But I can hear, and I can see. 19525|How pleasant is the brook, how broad, how deep it does appear, 19525|It speaks in a strain of deep emotion, tender and sincere; 19525|It says to me, "Indeed, I can't, but rather wish I had a braw 19525|The tones of the brook, which runs to the sea, 19525|And says, "Oh, how delightful its song feels, 19525|These flowers in my bosom spring again, 19525|These lilies, these larks from basking skies, 19525|And other gentle blooms, as I'll suppose. 19525|Oh, how blissful 'tis to walk a town 19525|When people walk abroad; 19525|They dress inlined white, and belt it neat, 19525|And make their faces sweet. 19525|But, oh, the sun!--there's joys to be 19525|A few small, bright, free things, to me,-- 19525|So much more cheering 's mine; 19525|Then why do I wander where we will, 19525|And why do I seek a hill. 19525|There's many a maiden fair, and I'm sure it is so 19525|That she who is so fair is not all for ever now. 19525|And why should I fear the noisy town, 19525|Since people are so sweet? 19525|I've my Henry, and he has his breast 19525|That's steep with gall: 19525|I'll grieve for poor dear Vale, 19525|My darling must: 19525|In poverty I'll pine for my Henry, and he 19525|Will ne'er be my own; 19525|My darling will look no more 19525|Tho' fortune frown: 19525|My Henry's a drowsy child, 19525|And 'twill not be known-- 19525|And I'm a poor deservesr-- 19525|A friendless poor widow's lot! 19525|What, would to my lot were it 19525|More than life's weary span! 19525|But I'd sooner grow to man 19525|Than live a beggar man. 19525|We're all on the road--thank Heaven! 19525|A poor man's life is short; 19525|My darling, my darling, trust 19525|That you'll meet with an early death. 19525|Pressing and pat patching light, 19525|A cheerful, loving leaf 19525|Upon the bare, bald, winter night, 19525|That seems unkind to you, 19525|I'll seek you for your honey, 19525|Or for your balmy dew, 19525|Till, weary and worn with toil, 19525|I shall sleep soundly no more. 19525|Till you have done with resting, 19525|And I with my poor soul, 19525|I'll go to my bed and be with you 19525|And take my load of bliss, 19525|Ere you have done with sorrow, 19525|Or sung to your heart ======================================== SAMPLE 331 ======================================== , the most holy of all gods, 3473|That all of you shall be with us, with you. 3473|So have you seen, and when shall we return? 3473|Why, when along our highways go in dreams 3473|The mazes of the great plain, the blue air, 3473|The green earth and the animals, and hear 3473|The soft rain fall, and see all things made fair; 3473|Rivers of gladness and the green trees, 3473|Blossoms of gladness and the fields without plough; 3473|All of me, all of me, are one with you. 3473|The day comes to die, but it is not yet; 3473|So neither of us henceforth shall roam 3473|Through the world's highways, from zone unto zone, 3473|But enter through the great world's open gate 3473|The wide world's highways and the gates of death, 3473|For there is nothing after to hope or to hope 3473|But to follow the joys that have been. There is none, 3473|Not the beautiful, blossom or blossom of spring. 3473|But surely some things have been with us, and gone 3473|After us in the fullness of great joy, 3473|Even to the uttermost verge of earth's great dream, 3473|But only for them have been made glad by the look 3473|And the touch of the hand whereof things are not. 3473|For the day comes to die, and for us the roads 3473|And traffic with us in the wonders of the world. 3473|The hour strikes, and the gates of death obscure 3473|The sun; at last 3473|The veil is lifted, and the great winds pass. 3473|Hush, heart, and hush; hush, heart, and hush, heart! 3473|Your sleep is light, and your watch is through. 3473|Come, let me in--no palaces I have 3473|Between my dreams and waking men shall be 3473|Between the hill and the sun, O Love Divine, 3473|Between the sun and the sun. 3473|I have a house wherein I know a woman 3473|That is most like a garden full of bees, 3473|A flower most fair of face or kindest kindred, 3473|A door full wide, wide open, and the leaves 3473|Wide open, and the wind without is strong to blow it, 3473|And in the windows is the whole day long. 3473|I think there is a door upon the passage, 3473|A woman walking with a light most woman, 3473|Who lifts her eyes to where the roses grow. 3473|A door is open, and your soul is tired. 3473|Come in, I am too tired to smile or weep, 3473|I have so little, and I cannot sleep. 3473|Come in, and by this door, this garden is 3473|That would hold secrets, were a door to go. 3473|Come in, for it is open, there's no room 3473|For us to rest, and no man will come near us, 3473|And who would open that door open, no man will 3473|Look at the things I saw there in the garden, 3473|It is as if some half-grown beauty stood there, 3473|And have drawn out the doors that are of nomade, 3473|And shut the doors so that the doors might stand. 3473|Come in, my heart,--come in, come in, my heart, 3473|For your eyes know not where it is, nor any, 3473|And your hair will not stay on it any longer, 3473|But you know all things, and you will look at me. 3473|I have no place to rest, that is outside; 3473|There's no room for sleep, and only not for rest; 3473|And I am alone, and you come with me outside, 3473|And I am alone, and you come not with me, 3473|And I have seen you, and I shall never see you. 3473|Come in, come in, my heart, for you are with me too: 3473|And I must go; and if the little bell was still, 3473|And through the gate the people came to pray, 3473|Would it not be better ======================================== SAMPLE 332 ======================================== on our coast? 37452|And the skies above and the earth below and the stars below? 37452|For when the whole land is laid low, and the seas below and the 37452|till he grows less and less, 37452|The last son of the wind is free, 37452|Nor the sea-wave ever breaks the sea-sounding wind, 37452|Nor the high priest ever saith 37452|Unto the living dead: 37452|"My children, the swift breath of Spring 37452|For you is sweet, and you are fair, 37452|And ye, O Earth and Sun and Air, 37452|Are living yet. 37452|And the heavens in rapture and surmise gave birth to the unborn, 37452|For lo! from the living hand of God 37452|That made all worlds and men, 37452|The sap of man in all men's blood, 37452|Sprung up from the seed of nothingness, 37452|Sprung forth from nothingness. 37452|Out of the womb of the world 37452|Sprung the seed from the womb of the world: 37452|For lo! there comes the Dawn of all days 37452|When the womb of the world takes form. 37452|And lo! from the womb of the world 37452|Springs forth a new world-birth: 37452|For lo! we come from the womb of the world, 37452|And here, O Mother, we stand: 37452|The daughters of all the world, 37452|Sons of the sun and the air, 37452|Are working now. 37452|And lo! by his first great law, 37452|Which the elements first unbindeth, 37452|New Life is in the seed renewed, 37452|New Might in the soil untwined. 37452|And lo! by the law divine 37452|The roots of man are unbeholden; 37452|The root is sundered from our dust; 37452|Man's mind is sundered from our dust. 37452|And lo, by the law divine 37452|The roots of the sun are unwinded; 37452|The seed of things, by eternal laws, 37452|Shall the barren hills have trod. 37452|And lo, by the law divine, 37452|The roots of the sun are unbeholden; 37452|The seed of things, by eternal laws, 37452|Shall the barren hills have trod. 37452|The seed of the sun is unwinded, 37452|The world's a paradise: 37452|For lo! by the law divine 37452|We came to the ends of nature's laws, 37452|And the seed of things are broken on high 37452|By the law of the spirit that saith. 37452|For lo, by the law divine, 37452|The roots of the sun are unbeholden; 37452|By day, by night, by night under the moon, 37452|They carry the seed of the sun. 37452|And lo, by the law divine, 37452|The roots of the sun are unbeholden; 37452|And lo, by the law divine 37452|The roots of the sun are unbeholden. 37452|The seed of men is for ever sown 37452|By the wayside of good men's hands; 37452|And over the tribes of men, 37452|By the law of the Father, they reap 37452|The hearts of cities out of the lands 37452|Where cities and nations are born: 37452|And lo, by the law divine, 37452|The roots of the sun are unbeholden. 37452|And lo, by the law divine, 37452|The roots of the sun are unbeholden. 37452|And the seed of the sun is born 37452|In the seed of the sun renewed: 37452|For lo, by the law divine, 37452|The roots of the sun are unbeholden. 37452|And we, who, because men fear, 37452|By the law of the light are unbeholden, 37452|With here and there the same powers, 37452|With our lives save and lost we are driven 37452|Back to the earth that we love so well, 37452|And for ever we plant above ======================================== SAMPLE 333 ======================================== . 38566|O, that which in thy thoughts all holy forms 38566|Thy spirit's mystic veils best describing, 38566|Thou did'st, indeed, in holy contemplation, 38566|Pay to the keeping of thy sacred charge, 38566|And with the solemn rites of praise and glory 38566|Matur'd thy nature so, that thou ne'er knew'st, 38566|By any sense, that yet obstructed aught, 38566|Aught but the liberty of thy good nature, 38566|And that thou saw'st the reason of the world? 38566|But not the birth-mark of a thought to come: 38566|Not a fair wife, not a beloved wife, 38566|Not a poor woman, not a wretched mother, 38566|Not a companion, not a servant, not a friend, 38566|Not for myself but for my husband's sake, 38566|Not for thyself, not for my father's sake, 38566|Shall we exist, unshaken and undone, 38566|Bid that we two together here may meet, 38566|And for an age of love so many and so many 38566|I, who have watch'd in vain, and call'd my days to vain, 38566|Now must look back upon life's trivial bar, 38566|And see behind us ceaseless work of death, 38566|And how our hearts, in the hour of anguish, beat, 38566|And all the pain the journey can remove 38566|That we so long for, having felt, so loved, 38566|And ever shall, and never may, resolve 38566|To pay the debt that we so often owe; 38566|And this to think of, when our life's last hour 38566|Is by another set of sun and moon; 38566|Think of the past,--of love, and of its joys, 38566|The past, which never is, and never will; 38566|Sit down and dream of love, that is to be; 38566|And of its treasures in the store house stored, 38566|And its near pleasures and its near afford; 38566|Alone of those that for so long a time 38566|Had been imprison'd in the bonds of love; 38566|And though in those, now left forlorn and blind, 38566|There are who feel the sweet imperious thrill 38566|Of foreign toil, and, when the mind can not move 38566|Out of this life itself, the very air 38566|Of that delight of life is sweet indeed; 38566|And the heart, glad with this, feels that it need 38566|To be happy, when its longings are said, 38566|And that, when life returns, is joy indeed; 38566|And that it cannot be, the more it craves 38566|For that delight of which the world was made. 38566|O, the night is a black black night, 38566|And I go wandering alone. 38566|And the hills are wrapp'd in gloom, 38566|And my footsteps slowly move 38566|Over the silent down 38566|Of the empty mountain's ridge: 38566|There is no human aid 38566|Save the eternal restless sea. 38566|He will never more come back, 38566|He will miss me from my side, 38566|Though I wander, weary, track'd, 38566|And a thousand miles have dried 38566|I know that I shall be 38566|A hundred times my guest, 38566|But the sea is a wandering sea, 38566|And I shall not find him yet. 38566|He is love, hope, and trust, 38566|Mine in vain, in vain, 38566|But he will come to me to-night, 38566|And I shall not find him yet. 38566|"My dearest Alfred, are you mad? 38566|What man can tell what blood you have. 38566|You were one of your little brood, 38566|The family of God, and He 38566|Who was born to you, and you 38566|Were made by the world and you 38566|To be what you are, and you never were. 38566|Do you now like the rain? 38566|Will it hurt you, brother? No, 38566|I will go with you, go with ======================================== SAMPLE 334 ======================================== . . . 42290|The Master heard, and straight he took a whiz-pin from it which 42290|he had not seen before. He was careful to keep them all 42290|together. . . 42290|The Master said. "If He has ever seen me, he shall not 42290|understand. He ought to have been ever an involuntary guest, 42290|he ought to have kept his own pleasure with Himself." 42290|But I did not see him again. He was angry, and said it was 42290|He took his pen and stretched it from end to end over a piece 42290|with the back and finger of his nose. He said that the 42290|living letters would bring their final monition over their 42290|punctual income. The poor devil was laughing, "What a sly 42290|countenance for an old pocket-book!" and at first he spoke 42290|to him, "Today you will see my sister, who has now given us 42290|three letters of which she is to do the charge." 42290|"I hope you will not be offended if," he answered, "I will 42290|never be more angry." 42290|And the poor fool carried away the last words which had 42290|remained there in his pocket. 42290|But as soon as he had had enough to eat and drink, the 42290|deemed himself at first to be so weary that the poor friar, 42290|who was always absorbed in this incident, and one who was 42290|always smiling and his own welfare, was driven out by those 42290|countries he had in the family, and the poor fool often 42290|believed that He was not there when he was so ill. And now 42290|he has grown to be rich. The poor friar now and then went on 42290|sailing with a needle and a pair of leathern girdle. 42290|But the poor fool's anger was not always in his nature, and 42290|his anger was not always in his character. 42290|He grew angry at this, and told him that without being the 42290|Lord of the Angels, he must be crucified for money or 42290|money. 42290|But he was angry at this, and said to the friar in his 42290|spirit that the fish of God would be free from their plaints. 42290|But he was angry. 42290|Now the friar was angry. He would not fly from the spot where he 42290|had thrown so many enemies upon them, and could not even escape 42290|from their idol-struck glances. 42290|Then the friar spoke in this wise, with a smile of sarcasm upon 42290|him, "You should not have taken all my vows to a base 42290|offerer. All I could do to save myself by drowning 42290|yourself and others, when you saved me, and you saved your 42290|yourself. Now, however, you may be ready to give me one more 42290|of my life, and do not kill me, let this cup pass over my 42290|possessions. Now, good night. We will return to the old 42290|home, among the children, which you must not kill. For 42290|that sin can never come upon us." 42290|He spoke more softly than was needful. 42290|The other friars went in, and walked about the garden, 42290|and took a pitcher of the water from the jug, and then 42290|began to drink with the lad, and he took the tin cup from 42290|the beaker, and placed it before him in the hands of the good 42290|old man, "O friars, may God take you all into his hands 42290|and give you pleasure. And I, who have not been thus 42290|going out and in the world, will take you all in my hand 42290|and follow you where you are bidding you stay. And if 42290|any son of you happens to be here, you may buy merrily, 42290|with all your force to punish you." 42290|On this the Baron put away all thought of all delay, and 42290|his heart was free from every thought of shelter. 422 ======================================== SAMPLE 335 ======================================== .] 'Hail, my friend!' and the next Pitt.] 38550|The king sat in the banquet room.--His mother's heart 38550|Heard the sad tale, and all the joy had died away. 38550|Then the bright morning lighted: on a couch where lay 38550|The daughter, so long loved and loveliest: 38550|Dream-still she slept; light rose her snowy hair-- 38550|But the king slept--his mother a shadow swayed. 38550|Then from his chamber came, and near, 38550|The babe was heard to sob and sigh, 38550|And, with a start, her hand she gently laid 38550|On its fair cheek, wherein she seemed to lay, 38550|And faintly, whispering in her slumber-haze, 38550|Lookt up, a moment there--then lay with down-dropped eyes, 38550|And stole, by fits, across the babe-like couch. 38550|The mother woke, and wakened from a dream; 38550|But nought it was again, yet still the babe 38550|Took the white head, and softly turned away. 38550|But, lo! again the monarch woke to say-- 38550|'Hear, mother! what a babe is this, 38550|That I, in life's lone, lonely hour, 38550|Should look with joy upon as fair a child 38550|As now--oh, mother! wherefore should I cling 38550|To the child's heart, so joyous, so, so wild 38550|With joy as now?'--All powerless to be spurned, 38550|Stood the child's father trembling at the thought-- 38550|'O mother! I in sleep have slept, 38550|And all my task accomplished; hastened on 38550|To happy days, and thus to joyous days 38550|Returning, passed with childhood in his hand. 38550|Now, father! in the grave thy child hath slept, 38550|And this thy dream fulfilled: thou seest it not: 38550|Him even a moment gone thou mad'st to see, 38550|Thy child,--here, ere thou diedst, thou didst dream 38550|Of such a thing, so happy through the world. 38550|Come to the couch of death. Come to the couch 38550|Where thou shalt lie, and in thine own soft arms 38550|Bend to thy couch--no more. Come to the couch 38550|Where thy child lies until then thy couch 38550|Is broken,--there no more. 38550|'So thou shalt sleep! So thou shalt sleep! 'exult, 38550|For thou hast sinned, and dost not ask aright 38550|Of aught;--no more. Come to thy couch and sleep 38550|And on earth's happy couch, until the morn 38550|And the sweet sun have made thee come to thee. 38550|Not yet! For lo! a thousand times have prayers 38550|For thee refused and prayers that would be true, 38550|And vows are powerless for man's happiness!' 38550|Thus from the couch, when noon came, Psyche lay, 38550|While round about her sisters breathed their breath, 38550|Rejoicing, as they parted, and all seemed 38550|Cease, save unto her mother's, from her death. 38550|'Is this the father whom they deem in death 38550|Too mean for honour? 'Tis the father's deed: 38550|And not his own foul deed; not yet his love 38550|For me and him alone. 38550|'He went away 38550|The day he gave the babe the deathless mother--all 38550|Taught it to feel a mother's touch, and all 38550|Into her heart she softly knelt for him; 38550|And then she closed her little eyes, and stood 38550|Beside her bed beside it, nor should look 38550|At any living being; and he lay 38550|Upon the couch, and looked up silently, 38550|And saw her tears upon the pillow white 38550|Till she, close-shaken, should feel her cheek 38550|Cut in that dread embrace, and all the warmth 38550|Rushed from her to her bosom; no, not such 38550|Were the last kisses ======================================== SAMPLE 336 ======================================== and the white, white stars of heaven, 2621|The wind goes crying to the sea, 2621|And the wind goes moaning to the world-- 2621|"The world!"--It cries, "The world!" 2621|Then the deeps are full of the old, old cries, 2621|And the waves are blowing blind. 2621|The night is drear and wild with stars, 2621|And the sea is roaring wild, 2621|And the wind and the cry of a lonely bird 2621|Are loud in the silence mild. 2621|All day the wind has chime 2621|The hour of the marching years, 2621|And the rain-wet window of a tower 2621|Looks twinkling like a wisp 2621|At the east of a cloudless sky, 2621|And the westering hills are veiled in grey, 2621|And the wind and the rain lie black-- 2621|Waits night and rain in vain. 2621|The wind is loud in the night, 2621|The rain, on the misty sea, 2621|And the ships go out with cries of glee, 2621|Trying to look at the sun: 2621|"Who rides between the hills of light? 2621|Woe's me!--not me!"--they run. 2621|The ships they sail so fast, 2621|They fare so strangely, they fare so fast, 2621|I sit on my bed at last. 2621|The rain, on the wreck and the rain, 2621|Is like the rain of a summer day; 2621|And I stand on my bed again, 2621|And the wind and the rain come by: 2621|"Woe's me!--not me!"--that's the way, 2621|And the wind and the rain come by. 2621|They come in wet and slow, 2621|With their faces pale and wan, 2621|As the westering sun wears night and day, 2621|And the rain-wind drips on his cloudy way; 2621|And the wind and the rain come by. 2621|I stand on my bed at last 2621|And gaze, half eager, on the rain 2621|That sweeps down the window-pane, 2621|And whispers to me, "Child, I fear 2621|Your hands on the bed, and your feet on the floor." 2621|And the wind and the rain come by. 2621|O dear, O dear, 2621|What is the story I tell you? 2621|Erstwhile there lived by 2621|A man who died in the hospital service, 2621|And the children laid in their boxes, 2621|And then, as my hands drew only, 2621|They tied the cord on the body 2621|And set it all spinning 2621|Till all the children cried in their agony. 2621|Then an Image I saw on the table, 2621|With a rose in the window, 2621|And a bird in the air, and a beast in the stall, 2621|And the earth made beautiful 2621|With the honey of life, 2621|And the dews and the dews and twisted flowers 2621|And sweet ambrosia golden 2621|And the blossom of love and childhood 2621|And the apple of life. 2621|It grew in the garden 2621|With a thousand eyes; 2621|It was painted by candle-light, 2621|And by open window 2621|I knew that the skies! 2621|I knew that the earth would grow, 2621|That the sun and the moonrise 2621|Would be one with them; 2621|That the daisies, growing 2621|Out of the earth, 2621|Would be black as they! 2621|Was it the wind I heard? 2621|That was the wind that came 2621|Fresh from the north, 2621|Bleating upon the garden, 2621|And blowing from the south, 2621|Sweeter and better 2621|From sea to sea. 2621|It grew in the garden 2621|Of night and dawn; 2621|It was all too dark, 2621|And the wind was gone. 2621|The trees stood bare 2621|As bare as the ======================================== SAMPLE 337 ======================================== the time, I have to say 23684|A hundred years ago. 23684|In a garden of roses 23684|And gardens of lilies, 23684|The soft light of her breath 23684|Was dancing in their faces. 23684|She danced with the humming-bird, 23684|And blithe as a tripping gondole; 23684|Her voice was the song of the lark, 23684|That floated like a wave. 23684|She sate in the midst of it 23684|In a temple of ivory, 23684|Whose windows were peacoccoed 23684|With jacinth, pearl, and spice. 23684|She sate in that dome of roses 23684|To watch the butterflies float, 23684|And whisper to each May-rose 23684|That woke in the month of June. 23684|Her hair, that was gold as snow, fell away; 23684|Down went the round of the years; 23684|She sang in the garden tingling to and fro, 23684|As a bird hid in its boughs. 23684|In many-coloured nights, 23684|When the wind was a-rocking, 23684|Myster-spies danced by her 23684|In a palace of roses. 23684|I was not sorry for them, 23684|For them I did not know: 23684|But when the wind was a-rocking 23684|And a-rocking below. 23684|If you listen to the message 23684|From God in a Dreamland, 23684|He will send to you the thought of you; 23684|For you will hear God's Word 23684|In the garden of roses 23684|And the garden of lilies, 23684|And the garden of roses. 23684|All summer I could nod and dream 23684|In the red and fragrant morning. 23684|The air was soft as a maid's life, 23684|And the stars were darting light on my face. 23684|From the hillside in the dusk 23684|I saw the sun rise slow: 23684|There is a sound in the night, 23684|A tremulous splendour in the sky. 23684|There is a sound of rain on the grass, 23684|And the wind is soft and low. 23684|There is a wind in the branches 23684|That sings as it passes by. 23684|I watch the clouds as they pass, 23684|And they whisper to me sighs. 23684|The tears creep down their drooping lips 23684|And their voices fade and die. 23684|I feel a sound like the winds 23684|That pass the summer by. 23684|The winds that whistle sleep 23684|And my heart's bee, 23684|Are whispering in the deep 23684|Where an inland sea. 23684|The birds that sing a tune 23684|Halt and die; 23684|They whisper the love tune, 23684|I dare not tell. 23684|I dare not tell, 23684|For the winds that pass 23684|Are singing to me, 23684|I dare not tell. 23684|What do you hear 23684|From your summer home, O lapwing? 23684|And what do you mark 23684|In the blue and green and bluer mirror of a summer morning? 23684|From the golden dawn to the silver dusk 23684|I heard the earth moving in a dance. 23684|I saw the rose-red and the yellow moon 23684|That dances in a rounded dance. 23684|And I looked beyond all rumour now, 23684|And I saw what gleam beneath a moon 23684|Of beauty that is over-soon. 23684|O tender brooding bird with that pink breast! 23684|O tender flower! O heart of oak! 23684|What shall I tell you, a little while ago? 23684|You shall hear me, the wind that shook the tide, 23684|Wandered by the hill-wave's edge. 23684|I will tell you, a little while, 23684|How a pearl-drop leaps in a stream of gold 23684|Under the moon, to where, in a purple haze, 23684|Glimmered a purple, ruby lily. 23684|We ======================================== SAMPLE 338 ======================================== . The ship was evidently a corruption. 2620|But to return to shore we give it a strange 2620|amorphosis. From this time forth Mr. Rock appeared 2620|to us with an engagement to the death, which happened, 2620|as he was making the composition of the poem. 2620|A strange composite touch 2620|and strange indifference followed it as though 2620|which all the circumstances of his fall 2620|and subsequent circumstances, for reasons excused 2620|by himself, had composed the matter. 2620|In fact, we found that his poem had all been false; 2620|we found that it had all been true; and the truth 2620|would have been delivered to say likewise, "I was right." 2620|Our conduct of the speaker in turn 2620|Was now at first somewhat confused and new; 2620|So that at the last the case was apparent, 2620|He made no Table, but sat down and said, 2620|"I'll give you an abstract of a better edition, 2620|And that your statements shall be equally 2620|qual in merits both as you and your printers;" 2620|while he began to quote him in a few lines, 2620|"I mean a certain kind of man whom I hate," 2620|and also, in a note on Rememberation, "I hate," 2620|or in the prediction that the writer of the poem 2620|should feel "poor, miserable man." 2620|But the fact is this that the man who has approached 2620|is sufficiently calm and demure, 2620|And even should be compelled to leave off 2620|securing on God's day-star of good memory, 2620|And a few days of compunction and strife, 2620|while the heart of the reader is sore troubled at finding 2620|that "the man who has suddenly finished the world, and 2620|steered to heaven at last," 2620|by giving his life a new birth; and on leaving 2620|his work a claim to original crime, 2620|and leaving a corpse unclaimed after life, 2620|while his heart is hot for crime, 2620|may probably write as I do:-- 2620|"The man who has suddenly finished the world 2620|Must soon have accomplished the following." 2620|of the true prophetic story, the prophetic poem, 2620|it has been often erroneously written, and, 2620|except as an important candidate for its purpose, 2620|have become compromise with later history. 2620|It has been said of old, that it was written of old 2620|in the city of Jerusalem, or, among others 2620|speeches, that, in fact, his name was Abraham. 2620|It has been suggested that men who were acquainted 2620|with Moses and the land of truth, 2620|with the Prophet, declared, was "a very ancient 2620|man," who told him to go into Moses' army 2620|to meet his fate. The words of Joseph, 2620|mentioned by the clergy, are obscure; but this is 2620|the sign of Jehovah, who is to be believed 2620|in according to tradition the opposite. 2620|It has been suggested that the Job from the 2620|high tree of his congregation, 2620|being lifted by his hand from the ground, 2620|he leaves among the rest of the crowd, 2620|and, as a sign of Jehovah's power, 2620|returns to his home and addresses his people, 2620|with cordial sympathetic thanks. 2620|But the time passes, the Hebrew sufferers 2620|are oppressed with grief because 2620|of their strong and stubborn bodies 2620|unable to bear the shock of stone. 2620|They cannot bear it; they cannot bear it; 2620|they cannot bear it; they cannot bear it; 2620|they cannot bear it; they cannot bear it; 2620|they cannot bear it; they can bear it patiently; 2620|their strength is but emptiness. 2620|It has been observed that the living 2620|feet of saints are often prone 2620|to walk upon the shore of life, 2620|and enjoy a solitary life. 2620|To the shore of this painful journey 2620|this was received by another. 2620|Every needful element in ======================================== SAMPLE 339 ======================================== .' 8187|For as we've 'mongst the "heathen band" 8187|Their route at "Cesspool," so the same 8187|Portentous Spirit called, as they 8187|Came onward, one by one, and passed 8187|Through all that mighty host to where 8187|It lay--a Nation freed from yoke 8187|And canticle of slavery. 8187|And now, "a dandy company"-- 8187|As Genii, marshaled for the fray-- 8187|They stood without the door, 8187|A group of Beasts to welcome each, 8187|Like speckled Sniders sent their bray 8187|To make them feel their pangs, as mark 8187|Of their approaching flight, 8187|But still, thro' all the din, 8187|There breathed no breath like air in all 8187|The army of the Number of the Dead. 8187|"How? Where?"--exclaiming still. 8187|"_Ay_. 'Tis there! "A different way_," 8187|The young men, answering, spoke, 8187|As laughing, "The Right Handmaids, bending o'er 8187|Their children's children. For once more 8187|Till Freedom's dawn arose!" 8187|No more--no more till then - 8187|We have not lost this game of life, 8187|Till we've had played the game of strife 8187|Since that wild night when-- 8187|With Freedom's gift of Freedom--gay 8187|Our banners, long unfurled, at last 8187|To Freedom have unfurled. 8187|'Twas not the work of despotism, 8187|From that false world which men call "scorn," 8187|Had taught our fathers what man's language 8187|And of whose heart would bleed forsworn 8187|When, as it were, they told the Nation 8187|Which had begotten but a name; 8187|In which the heart would melt at shame 8187|Of their vain foes--but shame in others 8187|Who knew how far to lead their own; 8187|And those poor souls whose very names 8187|Had perished with the sword and pen; 8187|Who, in this mocking subtletition, 8187|Gave what they had been held as men's 8187|Just words and long as words could live, 8187|To shame their country and to leave it 8187|"Beautiful even to die!" 8187|Thus in the pause, that strife of party-- 8187|And shame upon the patriot's soul, 8187|For the lost friends--for the lost loves, 8187|The hired victims--still they wait, 8187|Nor ever know the lost-loves' fate 8187|From which--ah, even in his own-- 8187|They died and left him to their shame. 8187|The _Spaniards_, too, have lived their dreams, 8187|When, from their thrones upon the seas 8187|Of Eden, to their painted streams, 8187|The fleet, pursuing, trod at ease 8187|To that unhallowed spot, in vain 8187|They knew not of the God of Zion-- 8187|And that they thought the very Star 8187|That leads them to that dim abyss, 8187|And that they saw the living Throne 8187|Which lights up the dark hemisphere, 8187|Had but such dazzles to be there-- 8187|That shone thro' this dark earth but half 8187|Could but be seen thro' ages known 8187|And marked by none but Lucifer! 8187|He stood the foremost of our _Men_! 8187|He never came--he comes again! 8187|And yet, when wakened from his sleep, 8187|When roused from his own dream of rest 8187|Like lightning from a couch of flowers, 8187|And all his world grew dark with cares 8187|And slumbers that are past and fled, 8187|Oh! never shall he meet his death 8187|Even in his dreams of mornless sleep, 8187|While on that blessed brow of light, 8187|That light so pure, so bright, he wore 8187|So calmly, like a star before, 8187| ======================================== SAMPLE 340 ======================================== and the water of the stream, 3473|And the sea-gulls flying through the air, 3473|The great white birds like white monks flying through the air. 3473|At last the thundering peals of judgment fail, 3473|And all the land is lost in dark and wild unrest-- 3473|The groans of anguish from the tortured body steal; 3473|In anguish from th' avenging furies, that wild feast 3473|Of blood-besprinkled tongues, and blazing eyes, and breast, 3473|Sinks the last rain-drop from the parched overflowing breast. 3473|O cruel land! How doth thy murder, touched by Death, 3473|Stab after drop; the red drops mix their riven breath, 3473|And the last withering mist of hissing tongues is shed. 3473|"The day is done, and the darkness 3473|Falls from the wings of Night, 3473|And the lamps of the Day are kindled, 3473|And the lamps of the Day are bright." 3473|As he lay in his bed 3473|The nurse came to him and said, 3473|"In the land of the Sun, 3473|In a fair and fertile island, 3473|Is the Countess of Seren's son, 3473|He marches across the moor." 3473|In his sleep the townsfolk kissed him, 3473|They thrust him in his face, 3473|They thrust him in his sleep 3473|Till night and the wild night fleetness 3473|Passed over his place. 3473|"Incense burns in the meadow, 3473|Myrrh on the trees, and aloes, 3473|And the benedictions of God's goodness 3473|Blossoms and waits." 3473|In the deep, deep night, 3473|The shepherd in his pl cart 3473|Saw crosses move to a hillside, 3473|And a ladybird sings in the branches of a tree. 3473|"O holy Mary, 3473|Turn from the cross," he said, 3473|"Turn from the cross, and follow 3473|Where the new be changed to bread." 3473|Mary! look in my face, and see 3473|What a great white blossom 3473|Riseth and bloometh of thee, 3473|Fair face, where my lips that stir 3473|Puseth in a sweet voice of thee! 3473|The rose was a poppy, 3473|And the lilies a band; 3473|But my willow shall stand 3473|When the wild rose dies. 3473|The rose of the rose 3473|Is lovelier than her white breast, 3473|And the lilies of love shall sleep in her breast. 3473|A ruddy gold-red leaf 3473|The rose of her breast, 3473|And her heart's blood drank of the riven flower. 3473|The lily of love is pale, 3473|And her heart is a lyre; 3473|But my willow shall reawoke 3473|When the wild flower is reared. 3473|It was a flower of the heart, 3473|A rose upon earth; 3473|But, ah, the star that shone, the dream 3473|That dazzled its face; 3473|And ah, the wind that sang, the whim 3473|Of the rose on its face. 3473|The rose that lily was love, 3473|And the lily that rose; 3473|But my willow shall stand 3473|When the blood dies and is shed; 3473|And my willow shall reawoke and keep 3473|When the blood dies and is shed. 3473|Mary! the rose is a fire 3473|That burneth on high; 3473|But my willow shall wither 3473|When the wreath is gone;-- 3473|And my willow shall wither 3473|When the dead lies on the cold bed; 3473|And my willow shall creep 3473|Where the world-streams weep, 3473|When my willow shall sleep. 3473|The wild flower is a flame, 3473|That burneth on high; 3473|But my willow shall wither 3473|When ======================================== SAMPLE 341 ======================================== ; and what they may may be, 35287|I'll do the same for thee. 35287|If with his eye I glance around, 35287|My heart is discontented; 35287|And if 'tis ill to have a place 35287|Thou'lt be oblig'd to be. 35287|As to the quality of "Child," 35287|I hate to think my ignorance 35287|Will ever without trouble grow, 35287|Nor it will be forgiven me. 35287|I'll never spend a tedious day 35287|Nor will my strength perform. 35287|But should a book my griefs impart, 35287|'Tis best that I should speak my heart. 35287|At my house I shall not be found, 35287|Although it be against my head; 35287|Each day more than I used to do 35287|It I am exceedingly the read. 35287|With a little, big, little heart, 35287|I will trust you, and not start; 35287|To that, there will be no end. 35287|When 'tis over we find indeed 35287|An answer, I do agree; 35287|If you have but a little need, 35287|I shall ever have so. 35287|For, what it is I never make 35287|As very little troublesome; 35287|For if my book is not as free, 35287|I know he'll certainly agree. 35287|There are times when you make such a fuss, 35287|I always am willing to try 35287|To think, as I do, it is best 35287|To make it all best, just try. 35287|But at least, there's a thing that I think, 35287|And I know what you mean by that, 35287|And I like for my book, and look, 35287|Though the best I have said be the fact, 35287|For it does not admit that that's right. 35287|I've nothing I need, as a book, 35287|But a pair of large, clear, clear names, 35287|Like those which in other respects 35287|Are written by eminent men. 35287|They were made to live on without taint 35287|Of the sin of a sin there is none, 35287|But I think a great deal rather greased 35287|I should have--as often times are. 35287|For, when you are good and aware 35287|That your goodness remains in the way 35287|Of liking them better than fair, 35287|There's nothing deficient to pay. 35287|There's resistance, and faithful devotion,-- 35287|Just what one wants, and what one likes; 35287|And though neither of them has the bliss 35287|Of living, that is not the like. 35287|I have no claim upon any merit 35287|(Which nobody ought to possess), 35287|Unless I have it, to turn and inherit 35287|The good fortune which others possess. 35287|And who that has tasted of wit 35287|And longed more to live than to die, 35287|Is a fool, my Lord Bishop, don't you see? 35287|One has need of a sin as a scope 35287|(No one need have a sin in itself) 35287|So there's nothing deficient to hope, 35287|And it has need of a grace that's itself. 35287|A man who's a king, may be wise, 35287|And know all his fellows have taught,-- 35287|A man who is monarch, I trow, 35287|And hath the advantage of thought. 35287|A man who is monarch should be, 35287|'Tis some heroical plan 35287|To contrive a complete destiny, 35287|Or a royal descent from a man. 35287|But no king calls a man a king, 35287|So a man can't be born and die, 35287|Or a kingdom needs doubt, as I know, 35287|To be born and die gloriously. 35287|Then let us advise as we go, 35287|And let our friends follow us fast, 35287|To be born and die gloriously, 35287|And a living continue at last. 35287|I like to see you bring a book, 35287|With eager and ready wit, 35287 ======================================== SAMPLE 342 ======================================== |The spirit-world, which on this day has kept 38741|Their faithful watch before thee while they sleep. 38741|Oh, thou, who by thy radiant side art sitting, 38741|What hast thou done! What hast thou done with mortals 38741|In living in a man, now dead, in death, 38741|Thou, who hast left a burning trace behind! 38741|If thou hast left a stricken heart, unquailing, 38741|And, in the end, unhappily hast built 38741|An altar, where thy soul might duly learn 38741|That it is good for the forsaken maiden. 38741|Thou hast forsaken me, who by a sign 38741|Hast given this life, so long denied, a name 38741|That none,--no, never, shalt thou hear,--no, never! 38741|What, is the maid? Ah, why should aught compare 38741|To her who from the world can never fly, 38741|Where her pale cheek is pluckt, and the tear drops down? 38741|The joys? the sorrows? 38741|Ah, why not so? 38741|The soul, the body, the spirit so gay, 38741|Is a prey 38741|To the dark sorrow of the day, its hours 38741|Refining, sinking, ever passing away, 38741|And leaving behind 38741|A light behind. 38741|So many of her maidens, 38741|Odour-winged and fair to see, as thou hast borne, 38741|Shall flit before thee; and no more 38741|Their silken garments rustles o'er 38741|Thy maiden way; 38741|But oh, think how the moonlight 38741|Will shine thereon no more! 38741|For, beautiful and gentle, 38741|She'll steal thee from thy sight, 38741|And in a blissful moment 38741|Thy happiness will light, 38741|To see thy cheek once more grow wan and pallid. 38741|The evening-gown is wide, 38741|The sun is in the sky; 38741|His journey to this valley 38741|Was light, a winding stairway; 38741|A maiden she was lying, 38741|Who with her maid might share it: 38741|She had a bow and a blue bonnet 38741|To shade them white and fair. 38741|Her beauteous head was golden, 38741|As the setting sunbeam 38741|Set forth upon the western sea. 38741|She drew her rein before her, 38741|And slowly led her well-shod steed, 38741|The sunlight followed her like water, 38741|As if she were at rest indeed. 38741|Beneath that maiden's bower, 38741|They laid their weary strength away, 38741|And all was calm and peaceful, 38741|Except her maidens' looks of gray, 38741|Her youthful, lovely eye. 38741|When she had fallen on her pillow, 38741|And dreamt of her in bliss, 38741|She started out at last to weep, 38741|And shook her lily-white head, 38741|With a tear, at fearful thought of one 38741|Who by her side must be forgot. 38741|She started up,--and lo! 38741|She heard the sound of many feet, 38741|And many long-drawn breath that bore her 38741|She turned her brain and head, 38741|And never more could she be led. 38741|Her form was like a garden-fair, 38741|Sequestered in a violet 38741|That o'er the stream did gently float, 38741|But, with her grace, all unobtrusive, 38741|She faded like a mist; 38741|Yet she was beautiful, and still 38741|She had that grace alone, 38741|Which made the bravest of the brave 38741|See the smile upon her lip--the smile 38741|She smiling on the lake, 38741|That would not be forgot; 38741|While ever and anon she railed, 38741|Like some old poet-knight in chains, 38741|At liberty and law: 38741|But when she turned her face aside 38741 ======================================== SAMPLE 343 ======================================== 2620|The "little cottage in the dale" 2620|Is a well-known shorter tale 2620|Of an angel with me; 2620|They say the place is very good, 2620|And what are the hills and hollow, 2620|And the grass-green hills and hollow. 2620|But we do not find them. 2620|The sunbeam comes to us 2620|And makes our eyes grow brighter 2620|With the glory of a glance: 2620|It is something more than sunny, 2620|Or will not make a sunset cloud; 2620|The grass is greener greener still, 2620|With whiffs of heather growing thick, 2620|Like to an Indian summer-tree 2620|Whose boughs hang blue. 2620|The sunbeam comes to us 2620|And helps our eyes grow brighter 2620|Because the traveller drowsily 2620|Has disappeared to rise. 2620|What can we do for winter? 2620|The snow is on the ground; 2620|Our eyes are full of beaming, 2620|Our voices loud and drowned. 2620|The sunbeam comes to us. 2620|He cannot be without us; 2620|The grass is on the ground. 2620|There came a wind from the south, 2620|And it had gone east away; 2620|It did not come, and it did not come, 2620|But the wind was still, and the wind was high, 2620|And he went over land, and sea and sky; 2620|He did not go, and he did not cry; 2620|He wrung his hands and he did not come, 2620|But the wind was still, and the wind was high, 2620|And he went over land and watery sea; 2620|He wrung his hands and he did not stay, 2620|But he went over the land and watery way; 2620|He went over the land and the sea; 2620|He went over the land and watery way; 2620|He went over the land and watery way; 2620|He went over the land and watery way; 2620|He went over the land and watery way; 2620|He went over the land and watery way; 2620|He walked amongst the cattle, and talked with them 2620|Until he had changed and changed. 2620|His mind was on a hunting ground; 2620|His hair was out upon the ground; 2620|He walked alone, he walked the wood, 2620|The wood was quiet, and all seemed good, 2620|And little Proudcus stood 2620|Sucking sweet poison from the spring, 2620|And bearing bitter poison there. 2620|The purple grapes upon his beard 2620|Went pouring on the ground; 2620|He saw the dead, and all they looked 2620|Upon him as he walked, and saw 2620|Like a corpse at his feet arise 2620|O'er the dead, and ride the skies, 2620|In his hands a knife unloosed the land, 2620|He saw the face of a great King stand, 2620|And all the face of him, and bowed 2620|And slowly cried o'er every land. 2620|Three thousand years had come and past, 2620|And still that cruel man was holding fast 2620|A great cross on his breast, 2620|And still he lifted it that night. 2620|The dead lie dead across the wood; 2620|The wild horses run from stile to stile; 2620|But still the man is steadfast, good, 2620|And still his head upon God's face, 2620|As in that dreadful time, 2620|He bows before his God, to wait 2620|An angel in the blue, 2620|And on the dead man leaves His flock. 2620|The three hundred years had come and past, 2620|With weeping and with wailing and wailing 2620|And many a tear, and many a sigh, 2620|And many a cry, and many a sob, 2620|And many a word, and many a sob, 2620|And many a word, and many a word, 2620|Were taken from Him, and to His glory 2620|The three hundred years ======================================== SAMPLE 344 ======================================== 1365|In her hands the mystic staff of life. 1365|I know not, though I love her well, 1365|What changes here and there have come, 1365|Of how the seasons pass, 1365|Of what we spent with distant farms 1365|To bind us by the golden cord, 1365|To gather in the reed. 1365|Her hands are like a ribbon bound 1365|About her brow, about her lips 1365|Her lightest sighs are like the sound 1365|Of passing of the summer south 1365|Along the forest ways. 1365|With every step she hastens on 1365|To where she walks amid the trees; 1365|She looks abroad with confident eyes, 1365|But cannot wholly find the place 1365|Where she has chosen. 1365|The leaves fall dead upon the trees, 1365|And over them its pines and boughs 1365|Quiver like shafts of maple-trees 1365|In far-off days. 1365|The snow is on the mountains, 1365|The ice is on the rivers, 1365|And they who hear it in its pain 1365|Are sure to bear it in again. 1365|The brooks and rivers are deserted, 1365|Only the children come to see 1365|The snow. 1365|O you who have a fault to pardon, 1365|And punish for no crime of others, 1365|Be wary of yourselves. 1365|You will not, like other people, 1365|Be guilty of a folly, or, 1365|Though not as others of your own, 1365|You will be sensible. 1365|They who make the sun a blessing, 1365|And the cold an ice blessing, 1365|And hold it a symbol, 1365|Are less than the coldest with you, 1365|Who, like other people, only, 1365|Make the sun a king. 1365|You have seen an aged woman 1365|Set upon a lonesome road, 1365|And turned her face to the city 1365|Because to turn her back. 1365|She turned as pale as the moon, a 1365|Immensive woman, 1365|Waiting to press her hand on 1365|Her pocket, with the brown, blue 1365|Murmuring of a dull monotony 1365|That rang among the boughs. 1365|"Why hast thou written?" you said. 1365|"I did not know," she answered, 1365|"I only know that thou art dead, 1365|That art come, the sunlight, the shadow 1365|Of walking through the snow." 1365|The summer winds are silent, 1365|The April rain falls only 1365|On the bare, yellow hedges, 1365|On the brown, silent meadow, 1365|On the bare, silent meadow. 1365|The summer winds are silent 1365|In the empty empty hedges. 1365|The summer winds are sighing, 1365|A whispered, mysterious sighing, 1365|Like an angel's hand in touching 1365|The face of a dead woman. 1365|The summer winds these be. 1365|You have come, the snow-light, 1365|In your restless vagrant tatters. 1365|The roses will rise at you, 1365|The golden ones will close in a kiss. 1365|The wind will whistle you, 1365|The wind be hard in either, 1365|The wind be loud in the thunder, 1365|The wind be harsh in the thunder, 1365|The wind be harsh in the lightning. 1365|So come and seek, and find. 1365|And ah, for a spirit 1365|That will not be forgot! 1365|He left his house and walked 1365|Among the street of coves 1365|In the last light of the sun. 1365|The marble pavement shone 1365|Like a light upon it 1365|As he wandered alone 1365|Among the crowd of people 1365|Who knew not what he saw. 1365|The marble door was wide. 1365|And he entered proudly with it. 1365|"I am the man who shall 1365|Praise thee through thy deeps," ======================================== SAMPLE 345 ======================================== -light, in that dark chamber, shed 1365|No light, no echo of the pealing bell; 1365|Breath, breath, the silence that was sweet and still, 1365|Save for the very soul within the breast 1365|That sat thereon. And then from out the rest 1365|Did the high presence of the Angel smile, 1365|As if from Heaven, he would have come to where 1365|The silence was, and breathe awhile; but his 1365|Was as a wanderer, who hath long dwelt here, 1365|Since the first Angel left the crystal sphere, 1365|To wander there, and sing the mystery 1365|Of that sweet world beyond the earthly ken, 1365|Wherein the earthly seemeth far more clear 1365|Than the world deems. Through her bright company 1365|The Prophet's Angel hath the Master's eye; 1365|The hearts of men and of the nations all 1365|Are hers. He hath an Angel, and is blest. 1365|And in that song is growing wisdom old 1365|As we, who learned of the Holy Ghost 1365|The music that all creatures feel hath heard 1365|Come sounding through the ages; then our ear 1365|Doubting the touch of that immortal hand, 1365|With every sense confused and dimmed and dimmed; 1365|Because the Master hath conducted Him; 1365|The rest is but the angel, and the dream 1365|Born of a greater essence: this man sees 1365|To-morrow the beginning of all things; 1365|That God is touched with sanctity; that God 1365|Approves for all the earth as an angel's robe; 1365|That earth is one great chalice, set upon 1365|The waters of the heaven-sentences 1365|That are the elements, the joy and bloom 1365|Of the three worlds. This is the perfect peace 1365|Of those three worlds that live in harmony, 1365|Transient as the three heavens that are one. 1365|And that no other music is than that 1365|The earthly voices of the worlds move on 1365|The high tides of God's love. Lo, they move on 1365|In harmony of heaven, which doth enthral 1365|All men, all gods, and give to them the sense 1365|Of all men's soul. Then, unto man, it seems 1365|Not in its law to be controlled, but on 1365|As it hath bounden body and mind to be. 1365|We know the world, but know not which is which, 1365|But each to each a province in his thought; 1365|And yet of these three worlds that are most one 1365|Whose spirit knows the will, and who can hear 1365|To-day at this glad enterprize with faith: 1365|"Thou livest, and it must be thou"--the soul 1365|Of all souls we behold is the one God. 1365|The thought is like a fountain growing deep 1365|Fountains of light that drink from heaven's deep 1365|Into the eyes of those who love, and make 1365|A little wine of heaven into wine, 1365|To nourish on the dreams that in its course 1365|Life gives the world. Therefore I hold it good 1365|To be a vision unto all men's sight, 1365|A vision unto God. It is enough 1365|For souls that see Him. But the soul is left 1365|Of flesh to dream and dream, who, in his sight, 1365|Can see but rapture, and can hear and hear 1365|A music as of angels in great love. 1365|The thought of him shall be a cloud of grief, 1365|A dark, unbroken cloud of grief and sin. 1365|He was the one who fell from His high throne 1365|In weakness of soul and weakness of heart. 1365|No shadow of death shall take from him his place; 1365|He was the one who conquered in the strife 1365|Of many passions; but his memory lives 1365|From dream to dream, and knows the Lord of life, 1365|The Lord of death. 1365|In this our day we have seen 1365|The sunsets in their ======================================== SAMPLE 346 ======================================== |I would give her, for exchange, a kiss; 27370|And we both would not ask for this. 27370|We would live together on some hillside, 27370|And we two together down the hill, 27370|And we'd face the world with an open face, 27370|For a kiss a kiss a kiss a smile-- 27370|For a kiss a kiss a kiss a kiss. 27370|I want to sing of days gone by, 27370|Of glorious lands beyond the sea, 27370|Of golden islands by the clear 27370|Depths of the brine; 27370|I want to sing of sunny days gone by 27370|Of singing shores where golden isles 27370|Frequent and long, 27370|Of sunny isles, in sunny isles, 27370|With haunted isles; 27370|With shimmering isles and shimmering isles, 27370|Where wild-flowers weep at their distress. 27370|I want to sing: there 's a clear, clear sound 27370|From a far hillside, where amber isles 27370|Frequent and long, 27370|Of singing skies that long to be 27370|Tinged with the sky; 27370|I want to sing: there 's a clear, clear sound 27370|From a far hillside, where golden isles 27370|Frequent and long, 27370|Of floating peaks that set in the sun's rays, 27370|Sapphire and blue; 27370|I want to sing: there 's a clear, clear sound 27370|From a far hilltop, where faint sounds intrude 27370|And a star keeps in light my solitude. 27370|I want to spread my wings, a flake 27370|Of snow on mountain heights, and plunge 27370|In the azure waters where a snake 27370|Has wound his heart with an arrow's point, 27370|A million sunbeams through the air 27370|Burn on in liquid chalices; 27370|And I shall find my soul a shrine 27370|Far away from this world of men, 27370|And my spirit will fly with mine, 27370|Beyond the reach of the earth again. 27370|I want to sing; but, far away, 27370|There 's a lone place where the grass is deep 27370|And the fragrant air is fresh and sweet, 27370|Where the wind 's to rest the noonday's feet. 27370|The city is crowded and packed with small acting. 27370|Though I have not known that a town was aplace to me; 27370|I have felt my wings sink down in the soft'son's caresses, 27370|I have lived and moved in the city whate'er 's in the town, 27370|With a little rest and a porch and a porch and a floor, 27370|I have seen from my window your humble servant pass, 27370|While a strain of sweetness and contentment rises to all the 27370|children's ears, 27370|You have never failed, my friend. 27370|You have gone, poor child. 27370|But do not fret. All is for holiday. 27370|The streets are thronged with busy folk; no children play. 27370|What will it profit that you play alone? 27370|The city chills to itsiddler's notes; the sun 27370|Curtains himself. 27370|I've seen the city, too; but not alone, 27370|And not a song in its symphony; 27370|It holds the spirit in it like a breath. 27370|It is an ancient fact, but in its place 27370|A youth thinks nothing weird; he finds it base 27370|And his pipe pipe pipe no longer sound. 27370|He thinks it fine for him to meet the band 27370|Of children who have gone his lingering hand; 27370|They see them wonder, but they do not speak; 27370|They only grieve that they do not speak. 27370|The women come too late. To-morrow eve 27370|They seek with a diviner, warmer love. 27370|They take their leave, 27370|And for a morrow there is their own belief. 27370|The black-eyed boy, that never looked behind, 27370|That leaves the bride-chamber, with ======================================== SAMPLE 347 ======================================== |To where the light and darkness blend, 36803|And all is peace, and only war. 36803|The sun rides high, the moon shines clear, 36803|It never sways a dancing deer. 36803|And there the great god loves to sit 36803|And drink the full moon, full and wet, 36803|And, all his best desire fulfilled, 36803|Comes, sets it moving in his hand, 36803|And drinks the night now understand. 36803|"O Christ!" she murmured, growing low, 36803|"Thy sacred name is on my heart. 36803|Thou didst be thine alone to know. 36803|Thou art the one who never part, 36803|O Christ, who didst on thee bestow 36803|All these thy gifts, all, all are thine, 36803|And we thy living wine, divine. 36803|"O Christ, thou didst on us bestow 36803|This gracious boon, that one with Thee 36803|Thou wert at heart, to live and grow 36803|Most dear to Thee, to love and glow, 36803|And in the light of Thee abide 36803|With life and breath for ever wide. 36803|Thou art the one whom all must tread 36803|Who tread'st below this grave with woe. 36803|These many years thy joy and dread 36803|Have borne as to a far-off sea, 36803|O Christ, who didst on us bestow 36803|The wondrous load on thee to bear-- 36803|We pray thee for our lives, our rest, 36803|Our calm and quiet passage blest. 36803|"The weary night is growing cold, 36803|The world seems weary and old. 36803|Come home, and be content with me, 36803|Our pilgrimage is incomplete. 36803|No weary vigil didst thou find, 36803|Come home, and here we shall abide. 36803|Thy life, if life's by pilgrimage, 36803|Is one long night of lonely age. 36803|"Ah! what wouldst thou for endless grace, 36803|Sweet Christ, in a time for us gone, 36803|When none can make us whole and whole, 36803|But we--thou knowest--who are thou? 36803|A journey thine is far too slow, 36803|Too soon life's fleetness will be spent. 36803|Come home, come home, for soon, we know, 36803|Friends will rejoice to meet us now, 36803|And here no wandering wanderers go, 36803|No resting-place unmeet for thee, 36803|But, in the world without a roof, 36803|To harbor of a quiet roof. 36803|"Come home, come home, our life is one, 36803|To pass new dangers and to cease, 36803|A long good-bye, with faith gone out." 36803|With heart's blood in God's breast she lies, 36803|She lies, but not alone. 36803|She who hadst, from the heart, her part, 36803|This is she who wouldst have the whole. 36803|She died unknown and unknown, 36803|Yet weeps you there no longer, 36803|And our faith shall surely win 36803|If those words be spoken. 36803|She who loved you none could love; 36803|Let come what will, for she has come, 36803|And we all must part, old friend, 36803|Ere she come again to greet me. 36803|Yet you must remember me: 36803|We two were lovers, yet never 36803|Did she come again. Long years 36803|Have gone by and gone by, 36803|And the leaves of youth fall and rustle. 36803|And you find these songs regretfully 36803|To go from me to-morrow, 36803|And, as yet, my hand is wet 36803|With the tears in sorrow. 36803|For the heart must fain be gay 36803|And glad in the morrow. 36803|Though the years of care are gray, 36803|And griefs come, it is for sorrow. 36803|And the tears will rise for-nigh 36803|And the days of happier ======================================== SAMPLE 348 ======================================== ; 40444|Tho' now they 're got wi' it, 40444|They 're going to stop up the throat, 40444|And the pipers an' pipers, I trow, 40444|Will leave it to chance in aipple. 40444|But tho' they were cautious an' slee, 40444|Nor yet could avoid sic a thump, 40444|They didna leave thunner for me, 40444|Tho' I 'm sae ready to 'top. 40444|I 'm free, but I 'm frev fidit, 40444|For tho' I could get but a rind, 40444|I 'm happy aboon a' my days, 40444|I 'm happy aboon a' my kintry, 40444|Tho' aye there 's nae luck in kintry, 40444|I 'm sittin' alang at the dern, 40444|Wi' a penny to keep in the e'e, 40444|An' a bogle to keep out the e'e, 40444|When a' this world needs o' disorder, 40444|Tho' kent less to laugh than to girn; 40444|Tho' a body to gi'en a right razzle, 40444|Wi' a wee bit o' landfu' attack. 40444|The thochts o' this world canna bear, 40444|An' her tricks they are easily crush'd; 40444|The things that we doo on us shore 40444|Are aye clung to o' an auld an' auld. 40444|O, there, what we lo'e we lo'e and lo'e, 40444|An' the wee bit o' landfu' enjoy; 40444|The things that we doo on us shore, 40444|Are aye clung to o' an auld an' auld. 40444|Tho' fickle an' cruel, slow-stepping amours 40444|Doth ever keep court wi' regretting their cares; 40444|Tho' wantin' our naps, they may grow to the end, 40444|But mune wear away wi' the wee bit o' friend. 40444|There 's nae sorrow here, for we canna get better, 40444|The thochts o' our life mak up Tammany's smother; 40444|An' I don my part, as I 'm tellin', just now, 40444|How we daunder'd an' shiver'd, an' shiver'd, an' thro'; 40444|An' a' that we daunder'd an' alter'd to nought, 40444|An' wakkled ahint the e'en o' our e'e. 40444|But, ah! there 's a way and a path, a' my part, 40444|A bright, happy, braw wooer, I may not gang o'er; 40444|There 's peace an' content, an' a blessing fall on us a' an' mair, 40444|An' the wee bit o' life shall be bonnier yet in our e'e. 40444|We 'll leave 'bide in peace an' a fellowship blest, 40444|The like o' this world 's the thing for an' me to request: 40444|Come, wae 's on the march, for we canna get better by far, 40444|We 'll maybe return to the waigies that 'd 'd toil'd for a year; 40444|For we winna get better when it comes to us there; 40444|But--a' that we winna by far for a year. 40444|The wee bit o' life we 'll keep to the end o' our span; 40444|The wee bit o' life we 'll renew to the green it began; 40444|We 'll join 're'ins an' strippin' another year wi' the lave; 40444|For we 'll never get better when it comes to our cure. 40444|The auld wife sat down by the fire an' we did na complain; 40444|She ca'd ane anither, but aye she ca'd thee, aye, my lane. 40444|An' whan I ======================================== SAMPLE 349 ======================================== |And I'd sail along the harbor at the sea. 19221|How do I love when I am dead 19221|My angel Rose, 19221|When I am dead 19221|In the grave 19221|Who is She that made the bed, 19221|And laid the clothes upon the head? 19221|That's true I did, for she was young, 19221|And loved a rose in June; 19221|But when I'm with my angel lad 19221|I shall not see the moon. 19221|When I am gone 19221|I'll sing a song 19221|To keep the cold night warm 19221|For weary spirits bright; 19221|To keep the cold night warm 19221|For weary spirits bright; 19221|To shut out death from all 19221|And give the rose a kiss; 19221|To shut out earth from sun, 19221|And give the sky a breath; 19221|To shut out the ambiguous day 19221|That gives the rose a wreath. 19221|Who made the bed, and when the morn 19221|Opened it, laid it down: 19221|And when the morn arose and brought 19221|The folded bud again, 19221|Who made the bed, and brought 19221|The roses to the crown? 19221|Who laid the bed? O tears, tears, Love, Love, 19221|I'll give you my maidenhead! 19221|The sun is warm, the breath is sweet 19221|His mother's voice was heard to move 19221|My heart to her charmed bed: 19221|The angels from each bud and bough 19221|Dropped at her feet their dews of balm, 19221|And, round her in their Heaven they laid 19221|A watch of love, a bed of love; 19221|She leaned her head upon my arm, 19221|And the blessed angels smiled-- 19221|I know not how, but 'twixt my lips 19221|God's blessed angel smiled. 19221|All softly come the rosy hours 19221|Of twilight; in the flowery bowers 19221|Of heaven, the little angel-hours 19221|Sweet memory spend, and whisper prayers; 19221|The gentle whisper of the rose, 19221|The gentle hint to virgin foes, 19221|The sunshine on the dewy meads, 19221|The dew at wind-blown flowers-- 19221|I come, for I have heard the sigh, 19221|I saw the flash of small dark eyes 19221|Blinding the sweet deceitful sky-- 19221|A child's clear voice, high up in heaven 19221|For innocence and for a trust, 19221|I come, and in their tender veil 19221|I see a face more fair than all, 19221|Pure, innocent, and purer-- 19221|Ay, all my heart to heaven is given,-- 19221|My Christ, my love--my heaven! 19221|My Christ, O Lord, whose saving name 19221|Is clear on high, O Father! say, 19221|What may this man demand? What may 19221|He crave, who is not worthy, say? 19221|What may his dark soul aspire to, now? 19221|Oft has this man, with eyes astray, 19221|Been silent, speaking; but, O God, 19221|Not for my soul a reproving troth 19221|Have I to do thee homage, Lord, 19221|Nor for myself, the cause of wrong, 19221|To thee, my God, my spirit strong. 19221|But only for that man, that man, 19221|That man, the brute, myself, I see; 19221|That man, the loathed, inhasses me 19221|Myself, my spirit, my body, too. 19221|O Lord, thou knowest what I have brought, 19221|O Lord, the more I love, the more. 19221|Yea, Lord, as Guilt receive, receive, 19221|I give myself to thee, and dwell 19221|In thy high presence, Lord, at last, 19221|In humble manliness, in love 19221|With thee, my King, in glory, and in death. 19221|So shall thy glory never cease; 19221|Th ======================================== SAMPLE 350 ======================================== . 38520|SIR WILL. I have been to Wapping aloud to please my Uncle Charles 38520|But, at the first line, the Lines I would now rehearse 38520|Shall be my "_Ode for General Washington_." 38520|I will return to Deno storms and storms again by sea; 38520|I will return to her in quiet; my Lord Most deigns to hear 38520|The _ reborn wave_ surging like the _ typhus_ rich and free? 38520|I will return to the wild woods, and _that wild wave_ a-lying, 38520|Where the _toast wave_ freshening down, and _that cold wave_ a-lying, 38520|And I will put my _Last Word within the Whole_ within the Clinke. 38520|And I will put my _Bleeding Water_ against the pillar-dance, 38520|I will come down to the House of Prayer, when all is said and done; 38520|And I will put my _Bleeding Water_ against the pillar-dance; 38520|And I will put my _Bleeding Water_ against the pillar-dance; 38520|"_O God of Battles, protect my country!_" 38520|And I will light my little lamp to do its little work of harm, 38520|My _first and last_, when next I see my _first and last_ in War. 38520|_O German Albert! German Helen!_ 38520|O German Albert! German Helen! 38520|O German Albert! German Helen! 38520|Thou wilt not look so much upon it; 38520|The passers, passers, will not see it. 38520|But they will not let thee stand so long. 38520|I am very happy, Lord, to see thee, 38520|For thy red rose craws in between thy fingers, 38520|And, looking to the _ uncovered_ Thorns, I like them best 38520|To look at them, there I stand at rest, 38520|And in the shadow thou dost stand. 38520|And not an hour will shrink or grieve thee, 38520|But, placing here, upon my knee, 38520|Olympus, leaning on his shoulders, 38520|I shall offer thee my choicest rose, 38520|And will, at this same token, sacrifice. 38520|And so I ask myself, when next I see 38520|Thine eyes again in mine, but lately seen, 38520|That, as they were with me last night, I, 38520|Thy slender figure, and soft arms, in full view, 38520|Shall be translated to thy face anew. 38520|And then my question shall renew, 38520|What thou wouldst do,--and I to thee will call 38520|To share my troubled heart's repose. 38520|O German Albert! heavenly born and bred; 38520|O German Albert! born and castled! 38520|Thou and the other happy couple! 38520|How pleasant they are together! 38520|How sweet are both! each, as they seem, 38520|For that same instant in which they sever! 38520|Let us rejoice, for we can say 38520|That nought is better than an _over_, 38520|And that, as we are not to say, 38520|All will be better as we go, 38520|And that the world is right,--but know 38520|That 'tis not Art which melts the heart, 38520|And makes a heaven of the feast 38520|Which has a cherub in its breast, 38520|Yet does not cheer a king in vain 38520|Like this imperial Bounce a saint, 38520|That like some idle private soldier, 38520|Pants for the glory of his crown, 38520|And hopes, by _such_, to be put down, 38520|In most pathetic terms, to leave 38520|The smallest footprint of his soul 38520|And--all but use his utmost whole. 38520|And now that I have made good sport of all the board and wine, 38520|That I be nothing greedy of relief before my board have poured, 38520|My heart already needs a turn of chillishment to part, 38520|When the landlord has departed from his parlour, to the art 38520|That doth the ======================================== SAMPLE 351 ======================================== -- and the two lovers -- and I was alone. 37999|Then I knelt down and worshipped at the fountain end, 37999|But when I tried to pray I heard the fountain flow, 37999|That brought the tears into my soul. 37999|Then I knelt down and worshipped at the fountain end, 37999|But when I knelt and worshiped in the holy flame 37999|Where the waters flow, and in the evening hour 37999|I pray for my humility, I made my prayer, 37999|The living God, to aid and bless. 37999|Thus for the days my spirit has not dreamed, 37999|Though worship is but faint and trembling in that light, 37999|That shines in other days and in another hour. 37999|I turn again to the great hills that rear 37999|Their ancient peaks upon the plain 37999|Where stand the lonely sentinels 37999|By loveless sea-girt stream. 37999|I turn again to the long land 37999|Where the sea's waves sing and sing 37999|And the moon's pale current gushes up 37999|In light and on-swept sky. 37999|I turn again to the ship-dwellers 37999|Which yesterday she sailed in, 37999|And I kneel in prayer before night 37999|At the white-winged starry dome. 37999|And in the night and in the morning, 37999|All day with sails on hand 37999|The restless Moon rides back to port 37999|To where the white-winged ships should steer. 37999|I kneel in prayer, I pray in silence, 37999|And all night long between 37999|The shuttered walls of a dark house 37999|I hear the sound of sobbing. 37999|The wind is passing like her lover, 37999|So pale it seems and cold, 37999|And in each quivering window-panes 37999|The sea-gulls light her gold. 37999|The moon has passed like a pallid ghost, 37999|And on the sea is lost 37999|The lovely face of her good warrior son, 37999|All sorrowful of face, 37999|And in those mournful lips the name of him 37999|That sent her throned to grace. 37999|I kneel for my sailor boy again -- 37999|Out of the stormy sea 37999|His baby hand gat hold of me; 37999|There is no sound to break the silence. 37999|I know not what he brings, 37999|But there's a sound of the old refrain 37999|And a shadow all untold. 37999|I kneel for my sailor boy again -- 37999|Out of the stormy sea 37999|His baby hand gat hold of me; 37999|There are no words to tell, 37999|For as I kneel in prayer there sings 37999|The same sweet song as when we rose the night 37999|And followed, crowned and singing, on our way 37999|To the shores of lands beyond, 37999|And all the moon and stars are dancing, 37999|With the silver moon on her braided hair 37999|And the sea's wild cry, and the old refrain 37999|And all the stars in the song; 37999|And all the winds are glad of it, 37999|And all the tides of the wind that sings, 37999|And all the winds are merry, but I am merry, 37999|So long as the summer night 37999|Is at the flood's side darkling green, 37999|I am at the wind's right flank, 37999|But when my left foot and my left foot 37999|Bless me and bless, and we break the glass, 37999|I am at the wind's right flank, 37999|For I love all the wind's wild wings, 37999|But I love most when I come to blows, 37999|And the old, old spring at the end of the road 37999|Is past the spring of my heart's long pain 37999|And all the winter it's on the corn 37999|In the fall of the snow it's snow enough 37999|But I love best when the winter is past 37999|And the flowers are growing the last of the trees 37999|I love them still but I do not feel them old ======================================== SAMPLE 352 ======================================== |And where thou lingerest, one was lost 35287|That longed to be thy resting-place. 35287|Thou hast forgotten all my vows, 35287|My spirit knows no other bands 35287|But that of earthly agony, 35287|That longed thy heart to be a home. 35287|I do not pray, do not implore 35287|That I may never come again, 35287|Or kneel to thee and say no word 35287|To thee, nor tell a word to thee, 35287|How dear thou art as memory 35287|Of what thou shalt be when a year 35287|Of lonely days. 35287|When thy hand trembles, but the wail 35287|Of anguish in the distance comes, 35287|Then in my arms I bid thee warm, 35287|Waste no delay, 35287|Possessing thee no thought of harm. 35287|Thou art alone among the dead, 35287|And in my deepest grief, alone. 35287|No need to look to me, I said, 35287|For there was one who died before, 35287|And now in death's dread hole he lies 35287|That once had been thy resting-place. 35287|Thy life is hidden from my sight 35287|And from thy love of me did flee, 35287|For in that silent place he lies 35287|Whose soul will serve him night and day. 35287|And thou hast changed thy life away, 35287|For what became of thee, O friend? 35287|Whate'er of all things, when to-day, 35287|Thou wilt not from my dwelling rend, 35287|Though lonely on the mountain's brow, 35287|I'll take and guide him in the fold, 35287|And bid him follow me afar, 35287|To where the great winds all are free 35287|And pleasant on yon sunny sea. 35287|The evening star looks out to thee 35287|Like a bright, happy friend, a friend 35287|I'll give to-night as fits the mind 35287|That cannot think of fear or woe. 35287|I'll lead thee to the starry skies; 35287|The soft white radiance of the moon 35287|Shall round thy path in soft surprise, 35287|And in it fade and vanish soon. 35287|The nightingale has ceased to praise, 35287|The lonely boughs are trembling still, 35287|The birds are calling from the maze, 35287|The stars are gathering round them now. 35287|To-morrow! 'tis an hour of doubt, 35287|A wild and vague, eternal night! 35287|The moon, like some sad presage, shines 35287|Across the dark and silent wold. 35287|I see her, yet I know not why, 35287|The moonlight on her hueless face; 35287|My eyes are fixed on vacancy, 35287|As if that ancient wood were o'er 35287|Which we must pass across to-day. 35287|So still, so cool, the stream flows on; 35287|The summer-coloured leaves are falling; 35287|My heart's still throbbing with the sun, 35287|My soul seems on the brink to-morrow." 35287|I think, if she had not withheld 35287|From her first lover's hand, but made 35287|An end of all to me so soon, 35287|And all was dark and desolate, 35287|I doubt if this last mystery, 35287|This essence of the water, was 35287|Eternally become her fate. 35287|And then I knew that in her eyes 35287|Had been the heart-light on my thought; 35287|I knew that they were like the sighs 35287|Of a deceived, deceiving nought. 35287|And then, too, even from her gaze 35287|I thought that now I saw her grace 35287|A sudden light gleam in her eyes, 35287|As once across the silent place 35287|She passed to take the parting kiss. 35287|And that was all; for I was glad, 35287|And glad, and glad, and glad, until 35287|I sat me down beneath the grass, 35287|And watched the slow, slight creeping things ======================================== SAMPLE 353 ======================================== , with a kind voice and a tender look. 30332|And she, the queen, made answer: "Nay, I know 30332|That you have not such gifts to offer you." 30332|And he, "O king, we ask but little. 30332|How can you keep your right to lose so soon 30332|The thing we ask of each so noble a man? 30332|What can make those who have seen the vision? 30332|But if by chance the vision or our good 30332|Be kept with us, the Messenians' King 30332|Shall not be left alive and without food 30332|For me, a weary beggar. And you know 30332|I am not sent a wandering beggar, 30332|For one poor strip of cloth, a tattered garment. 30332|Alas for all! My God, may I be spared 30332|By this King's gift, if these remain to guard you!" 30332|So she set down the thing and set it in place, 30332|All for the King's sake, and he gave her thanks 30332|With that she lent, and that with eager face 30332|He sat, and told her all the things he might. 30332|Then when she had put her gift again to heart 30332|Against her will, she cried aloud at last: 30332|"O King, may I have meat from out your house, 30332|If you would eat my life, as I have eaten 30332|The bread of yesterday, and keep you living 30332|An idle man, and wear the robes of living 30332|With me to-day, or die, for all these things?" 30332|And when she had told this thus the mighty king 30332|Gave her all charge of meat and drink and meat, 30332|And had gone forth among the willing throng 30332|To go her way, the very day it was; 30332|She went her way and left the palace glowing, 30332|She went her way and left the palace glowing. 30332|And thus the palace was amidst her folk 30332|Made glad and happy by her wandering feet; 30332|And all the other feasters that were there 30332|Grew merry, all the people marvelled at it. 30332|And there the queen was left alone within 30332|The ancient walls of their great palace feasting; 30332|Happy were they that were there, and well content. 30332|But with a sudden sound Adrastus' voice 30332|Rang in among them; for he made a spring 30332|Into the heart of the Queen, so passing sweet. 30332|"Queen and my wife, as I in coming come 30332|Must needs be, for I know not any evil 30332|From out my mouth, nor yet can any evil; 30332|Therefore I go." And as he said this word, 30332|Adrastus, looking on the palace-wall, 30332|Gazed full of eyes, but with such joy and glad 30332|That he, as one who joys in harvesting 30332|An innocent life, came to an open door 30332|And stood before her glorious, and said: "King, 30332|The queen rules here this kingdom," and in no way 30332|Shall king or people be glad for a good day. 30332|Now at the last, when she had made her throne, 30332|She loosed the haggard hound and set him down 30332|Upon the threshold, and himself was gone 30332|Into the shelter of the walls. 30332|Now when they left the place, 30332|And to the place had come, again they passed 30332|Across the fields and past the royal town, 30332|And through the meads and up the hill-slopes came 30332|Unto the fosselled place of fountains well 30332|Where she dwelt a year and we had seen the sun 30332|And the cool heaven with smitten clouds at play: 30332|And when they came to Helios from the east 30332|He gave the gift of life unto his child, 30332|But Helios had made a barren waste 30332|For those who would return unto the world. 30332|They went away and now in after days 30332|Unto the well-built house of Helios 30332|They came across ======================================== SAMPLE 354 ======================================== from the scene of his birth, 1365|When in an age too noble for earth 1365|The pride and pride of the young manhood, 1365|The passions and passions of nature, 1365|Reveals to men the eternal Truth. 1365|Man's timid nature grows more holy, 1365|The homely peace of his bosom, 1365|The great simplicity of his soul. 1365|And I have often marvels taken, 1365|Thus in his quiet cells to find 1365|How men, sometimes unblest, 1365|Would wish, in language unadorned, 1365|They might be gods, as even they might, 1365|Without the lust of a single thought, 1365|To live in light, in honor, and truth, 1365|How often I've wondered, and longed in vain to learn how all may be 1365|How little the real means of life the less is a mystery. 1365|But I'll tell you what I know, to please you with this little story. 1365|Well, I remember well, when a girl was sitting 1365|In the shade of Jim, 1365|And I heard her say her name was "April Rain." 1365|Then again the girl was staying, 1365|Then I heard the children's voices 1365|As they greeted Jim; 1365|Yes, their voices were of joy and love and wonder, 1365|In the light of morn or noon; 1365|But they vanished, one by one, 1365|As the days went on. 1365|And I said: "The skies were azure, 1365|Shedding glory, fair and slight; 1365|Over isles the stars are sparkling, 1365|Seas are rolling, winds are flying, 1365|But the dear, they are not wholly. 1365|Sweetheart, I was walking up the path 1365|Where the new-bound cattle ran, 1365|When the night was deep and heavy, 1365|And the clouds were like the heavens; 1365|There they sang the song of color, 1365|Till it seemed at times to me 1365|I had tried the words they uttered, 1365|But they recked not, for the bright, green days of long-dead May. 1365|Then I saw the first blue, sunny day, 1365|When I looked upon the earth, 1365|And I felt a joyous rushing 1365|And a rapture in the birth, 1365|And my pulses quickened as throbbing 1365|Caught in wonder at each new, fresh birth of mortal day. 1365|There's a joyous hope already, 1365|And I'm glad that she's not here; 1365|For the way she came at evening, 1365|And the sun shone out so clear, 1365|That I see the sun is glowing, 1365|And the earth is glowing too, 1365|And I feel a blissful swelling, 1365|And a softer, tenderer glow, 1365|As I watch the sun go going, 1365|And the blue earth growing blue, 1365|And I hear again the music 1365|Tying up the happy snow, 1365|In the happy, happy seasons 1365|Of the summer and the spring, 1365|In the happy summer seasons 1365|Of the year of forty year, 1365|And the children, all together, 1365|As they sing and play in the trees, 1365|To the years in old-time story 1365|Of the fair one and her mate; 1365|And they loved each other truly, 1365|As they journeyed to their fate, 1365|And the friends they left behind them 1365|Was the grass-grown ground then, 1365|When the grass and flowers were pleasant, 1365|And the green grass growing sweet, 1365|And the meadows wide and mellow, 1365|And the woodland gay with delight, 1365|And the birds flew out of the airy 1365|Leading summer day with prayer, 1365|And the sun with all his blessings 1365|And the moon with all his care. 1365|It is not so very early at sunset for me, 1365|I must sing it and dance it and toss it about; 1365|But my voice doesn ======================================== SAMPLE 355 ======================================== ." 5186|Thus the snow-flakes to the maiden, 5186|As they flee in gliding backward, 5186|Quick retreat, and shroud the maiden 5186|In the snow-flakes of the Northland. 5186|Now the virgin, young and heedless, 5186|Hears a foot in jeered Pohyola, 5186|Hears the tread of youth and hero; 5186|On her cheeks a fur-robe sallied 5186|She was blushing much to listen, 5186|Could not hear the maiden's language, 5186|Could not see the words that follow. 5186|On her ears were silken ribbons, 5186|Folds of hair the hands of women, 5186|Fir-blades the feet of children. 5186|These the words of Ilmarinen: 5186|"Why hast thou, O metal-artist, 5186|Thou hast wound in days of evil 5186|Thine own beloved brother, 5186|Bound for him thy mighty hero, 5186|Bore the Sun away to heaven, 5186|Unbound in the air his girdle, 5186|That the air again be icy." 5186|Quick she starts before the racer, 5186|As the croup beneath the rug-pole, 5186|As the kantele before her, 5186|And the feet of Ilmarinen 5186|Slipped into the soft mud-suddle. 5186|"Call to me my dearest brother, 5186|Tell me what thy sister tells thee: 5186|When thou comest to the garnet, 5186|When thou hearest sable flax-shoes 5186|Brought from out the sowing ground-field, 5186|There are reeds along the meadow, 5186|Straw-robed stalks in many valleys, 5186|Rough, and bended knees, and cross-bar. 5186|"If thou comest to the garnet, 5186|When thou hearest sable flax-shoes 5186|Brought from out the sowing ground-fields, 5186|There are reeds along the meadow, 5186|Straw-robed stalks in many valleys, 5186|Bordered round with stalks of lindens, 5186|Loops of junipers the summit, 5186|And the seven heights ofhaltsman. 5186|"If thou comest to the garnet, 5186|When thou hearest sable flax-shoes 5186|Brought from out the sowing ground-fields, 5186|There are ovens fire to clean-seen, 5186|And of copper-ore an iron; 5186|There are trunks of bears to bason, 5186|Leading on the copper-othechings, 5186|In the stern are pole-birds sitting, 5186|And of elk a game of card-birds. 5186|Where the wood is most attractive, 5186|Where the covert is most beauteous, 5186|Where the wild-geese make their rocking; 5186|But alas! they haveavage reach-play, 5186|Scare the young and old together. 5186|Brother-in-law must be a wolf-calf; 5186|When thou comest to the garnet, 5186|When thou hearest sable flax-shoes 5186|Brought from out the sowing ground-fields, 5186|There are reindeer, wild-decks trusty, 5186|In the stern are fixed-poles ready, 5186|Stripes of rafters for the reindeer, 5186|And of rafters for the dwellers; 5186|"If thou comest to the garnet, 5186|Then the wolf-calf must be master, 5186|Follow thou the wolf-calf homeward, 5186|He must make his lair imperial; 5186|When thou comest to the garnet, 5186|Then the wolf-calf must be master, 5186|Tire the reindeer to the deep-sea, 5186|Ere thou goest to the banquet." 5186|Thus the wolf-calf did advise him, 5186|And the wolf-cat went rejoicing 5186|To the banquet-h ======================================== SAMPLE 356 ======================================== ] 25340|"The heart's dew upon the rose." 25340|"The morn it was the first." 25340|A different history reveals it to that class of sceptics and 25340|The Roman mother, on the other hand, was much cherished in the 25340|"Bless'd for ever be the pine 25340|Placed in its soul 25340|On the sweet mountain-top, 25340|Where the winds whisper and the leaves rustle and the snow 25340|is very like the rest." 25340|A similar impression is set here on one of Ariusis's most 25340|delightful lays are much given to Caesar, by later Roman and 25340|traveller of Rome. Both was written in Castilian song, and, 25340|"Blessed be Cannan." But some are quite original, yet the Greek 25340|delineation "Mackbeth." "Bringeth now in the east a vapour 25340|beneath our feet" (Canto XXVI. 110. The first edition reads... 25340|"The night hath been in sleep opprest and sore 25340|The stormy ocean traverses the sky; 25340|I saw it rise and waile; the morn is here: 25340|Then let us go, for I have much to say; 25340|But, oh! my soul is wracked -- it cannot flee -- 25340|'Tis but a short, dead, dying moment's space: 25340|And if, as yet, it seemeth like disgrace 25340|To that which once it lighted on the strand, 25340|A blighting burthen it may freely bring-- 25340|But this I know, it lives upon the wing. 25340|And when the morning breaks its fitful light, 25340|The sun itself shall mournfully pour down; 25340|The storm will spread before its light the plain, 25340|And give it leave to mournful solitude, 25340|And sigh, "Ah! perish, and our nature cease 25340|To cherish, though defac'd, its boasted grace, 25340|The hopes of peace and all the friends of peace!" 25340|The poet's well-known poem, which engraven a superstitious 25340|companion that the time, according to the church, was written. 25340|I have, alas! said, but one word -- there is one thing 25340|Concerning that youth's chosen youth-- 25340|An orphan's banqueter; the youth, 25340|At that weird moment, when the moon 25340|Of midnight tinged the horizon dim, 25340|Lit by a sudden ray of fear, 25340|Or that soft glamour of the eye 25340|Which turns the world to harmony, 25340|Toward some old champion up and down, 25340|Where the pale, voiceless form is seen 25340|Of those who once were all our own, 25340|A starless midnight, snatch'd from storm 25340|To save a sinking nation from the strife, 25340|A midnight dread, a midnight dream; 25340|And, as I think, I yet will make 25340|These lines, wherein I've been confin'd 25340|An angel-meteor on my mind! 25340|And, from this germ, this firstling sprung, 25340|The hope, shall bloom that, one by one, 25340|A thousand germs from these shall start, 25340|All as one mighty impulse: all 25340|That Nature frames, must fail, and fall, 25340|And from the common grave recoil 25340|The common manna of the all. 25340|The poet has selected (of the _complete_) the "Muses," and in his 25340|"Sweet are my favours, sweet my voice, 25340|A slumberous world, commanded me 25340|The sweetest dream that fancy's tongue 25340|E'er taught my ear. 25340|'Tis true, 'tis true, I suffer now 25340|This woeful world to see, no, no; 25340|And, like a poor benighted roe, 25340|Sore fretful I go grove. 25340|But what care I to know the cause? 25340|Why all things joy, when all is new-- 25340|The flower, the ======================================== SAMPLE 357 ======================================== |I think it was all for the sake of the girl. 2491|A few days ago, ere I came on my work 2491|(Do you know the reason?) 2491|I walked back into the world again 2491|Till my heart stood still, 2491|And I picked up my work and set eyes on you 2491|And looked forth at my work and saw no more 2491|Your eyes in my vision, 2491|When you stood there, with me, 2491|The only blue skies of that blue earth 2491|That shone through their skies. 2491|"Oh do you remember?" I cried in your joy, 2491|"When you stood there and watched the sunset come 2491|"Like a star that is flinging a flame out of heaven 2491|"Into the night of our sorrow. 2491|"And now your voice cries out for what it may not be: 2491|"Oh do we remember?" 2491|We asked, "Did you remember?" 2491|"Is there no memory yet of all the things we know 2491|To one who loved you first and left you so. 2491|"The days that are over, 2491|And long ago-- 2491|They are gone, and the dear dead days are calling 2491|And long ago are we two who loved you so. 2491|"Oh do you remember, 2491|The days we never knew-- 2491|The days when you left us, and went, and left us 2491|And came to us sadder things than we could know? 2491|"The nights we never knew! 2491|The years I never knew! 2491|The dreams, that are empty as heaven, that perish; 2491|The days we would fain not undo-- 2491|"Oh do you remember, 2491|The days we never knew! 2491|The days when you went all alone, for your leaving 2491|The red-bud's still green when you went all alone? 2491|"There were men, and a million of them and me 2491|Who had no one to send us. 2491|But you knew all we had when we came. We loved you and lost you 2491|And now we must part. 2491|"And the past turns back and the future turns to its past, 2491|As it would have gone past, 2491|Or as it would years that have come and have come, and have known 2491|We are ghosts, and the dreams that your heart desires-- 2491|"The days that return, and return, and return. 2491|"But--ah, if we wait for your coming and lost in despair, 2491|If we only had loved you so-- 2491|If we only had loved you so-- 2491|"We are ghosts that remember the springs when it sighed; 2491|The springs that were flowerless, no longer untried, 2491|The dreams that were splendid, untasted, and cold-- 2491|"We are broken and wasted, we two are old! 2491|The days that return, and return, and return, 2491|"And the days that return, and the world that is ours, 2491|The dreams that return, but the tears that we yearn 2491|"For the past when it ends. 2491|"The cares we have lived and the longings we knew 2491|Seem to us but as shadows, to us but as dew. 2491|The tears we have shed are the joys we have known, 2491|And it's not in our power to forget and alone 2491|To forget and to give-- 2491|"The days that return, and again you must come, 2491|To hold as you held in your hands from the past, 2491|To hear, to be glad in its beautiful clime, 2491|The praise of a people, a song of a clime-- 2491|"The days that return, and again you must come 2491|To hold as you held in your hands from the home, 2491|"To lift as you held in your hands from the past, 2491|To see if it ends, to be glad in its last. 2491|"Time was when you held that, and we knew it not long, 2491|To climb like a wave through the storm and the sun, 2491| ======================================== SAMPLE 358 ======================================== here 35279|To find her lost in Paradise. 35279|As birds are fed that have no wings, 35279|So do I, living, here above; 35279|Or as I am but one thing, 35279|When I see only dim despair, 35279|I turn and face a world of things 35279|But see no sign and never more; 35279|And seeing only dreams of joy 35279|That turn a greying mist about 35279|To bitter tasks of doubt and doubt 35279|And barren memory of care, 35279|While my heart yearns into this face 35279|Of life a thing by sorrow wrought, 35279|My heart breaks, almost quivering 35279|To think that I have lived my life, 35279|And left to us two words of love 35279|To mark the meaning of a word 35279|Upon the tongue that we have heard, 35279|And turn these two into one smile 35279|And take them with the better part 35279|Of all the gladness that I knew. 35279|Aye, though I cannot see her now 35279|As she was when first we met, 35279|As now that April when she stood 35279|A-smiling, and her hand in mine, 35279|And looked upon us by the bars 35279|Of all Love's heaven; ah, my friends, 35279|The sorrowing eyes, the lips apart! 35279|And could she feel it, could she know 35279|How like a shadow were they now, 35279|How like a shadow? Ah, dear friends, 35279|I know your thoughts, but never see 35279|That your heart aches to know again 35279|How like a shadow were she now. 35279|Thy words, dear lily, never speak 35279|The passion I had hidden from her; 35279|Yet she was like a tender peach 35279|That palely bears the ripe red poppies; 35279|And in my heart's most perfect core 35279|There was a deeper flower than hers,-- 35279|A richer flower than hers the spring time 35279|May never pluck, nor look at till. 35279|I know not what I did not dare, 35279|And yet I find the scar I hid. 35279|And yet when now I lift mine eyes 35279|To see what I had done, and dare 35279|I say: "O soul, I gave thee this; 35279|I give a life not thine to lose, 35279|But thine to gain and lose it now, 35279|Now risen, and now ungrown, 35279|And ungrown-grown, and ungrown! 35279|"Thou hast not lived for many a year; 35279|Thou hast not lived for many a year; 35279|Thou hast not learned how fair a thing 35279|Can fade and wither, how shall bear 35279|So fair a flower as this, my son, 35279|Not thine to grow and pass away, 35279|Not thine to shine and grow for aye, 35279|But like the vapor of a dream! 35279|"I loved thee, and the things which thou 35279|Hast hidden from my ken shall be 35279|As they were hidden by the deep 35279|And I shall lose myself for thee, 35279|And not thy memory. All the years 35279|Thy passion shall go over now, 35279|Nor leave me utterly alone 35279|And all thine hopes shall pass away, 35279|And no more come to us to-day; 35279|"And I will mourn thy childhood o'er, 35279|And watch the happy summer skies, 35279|Pleased with the sunlight of thy looks, 35279|The moonlight of thy Paradise." 35279|O little flower, O little bloom, 35279|I know that thou art very fair; 35279|And I am very happy now 35279|That thou art not more fair; 35279|For thou art more than marigold, 35279|For more fair than dainty gold, 35279|And more than mothers' darling eyes, 35279|And more than sisters' sports, I guess. 35279|O little flower, O little bloom, 35279|I know that thou art ======================================== SAMPLE 359 ======================================== ; _Sic vor Deo_: 'tis said that she 35243|(For what God hatheth, I should say) 35243|Was much annoyed by such a fuss 35243|On Christian creeds as not to cuss 35243|Whether their faith was broke by _sic_ 35243|Which followed here from _sic_ and _sic_: 35243|And I should hope my friend would find 35243|Some help from _both_ their creed confined, 35243|With, _either_, something in their sight-- 35243|_He_ with good sense, _our_ friend polite, 35243|That I could never hope to write. 35243|If, after all, I had to give 35243|I might not yet pretend to live, 35243|And if _some_ pain the best requite 35243|Which could be sin to bring me _pain_, 35243|I might regret that I was _right_: 35243|For all _my_ evils were my lot 35243|With--"poison will get no more." 35243|_This is the truth, young man_, _we all must judge_; 35243|_The best of all the books we're written thro';_ 35243|_We've had such times before--and here we may 35243|Learn what you will--_we two shall be 35243|According to the facts we've heard of old._ 35243|_Here every one shall make mistakes of _his_; 35243|_There'll be no foolishness_, _no fear of _wrong_-- 35243|_If not, no doubt you'll find there's something _his_ 35243|_And he's right on the point and he's right on the point._ 35243|Each year I have my _copy first_, 35243|I like _you_ much; but, oh, _all three_! 35243|_Here's for the style; please don't make slight 35243|About the matter; well, and yet, 35243|I'll give what's _good_ besides, tonight, 35243|That _I_ am right; for I'm as rich as _you_, 35243|And therefore much less famed for skill 35243|From _touch of your_ talent than _your_, 35243|Which some one now, as you begin, 35243|Must learn to judge. 35243|Let this be all; 35243|The great, the _perhaps_less are, 35243|But you _will_ own (or _think_) they are _some_ 35243|Great things, they come from _change of_ things; 35243|But _when_ you _name_, a _whole_ from _poison_ 35243|May have _no_ place. 35243|This is the truth: 35243|_Our God_ and _minds_ are _you_ to laugh 35243|_When you _behold how_ _Man_ will _be_, 35243|And _then_, the while, 35243|If you _be ask_ why _Man_ will smile 35243|To _then_, the while, 35243|If you _be ask_ why _Man_ will smile 35243|To _then_, the while 35243|If you _be ask_ why _Man_ will sneer 35243|To _then_, the while, 35243|If you _be ask_ why _Man_ will sneer 35243|To _then_, the while, 35243|We _by the head_ 35243|If you _be ask_ why _Man_ will sneer 35243|To _how_ you _by the hair_, 35243|We _will_ you keep till _which_ right _is_, 35243|And _which_, the while, 35243|If you _be ask_ why _Man_ will smile 35243|To _then_, the while, 35243|If you _be ask_ why _Man_ will sneer 35243|To _then_, the while, 35243|We _will_ you hear with _humming_ cheer 35243|Of _very young_! 35243|You can _be_ ask if man has heard 35243|Of anything? 35243|How _can_ you hear? We're not so prompt 35243| ======================================== SAMPLE 360 ======================================== on the hills of Galilee, 34331|The mountains of Jehoshaphat, 34331|And the valleys of Zumara, 34331|Be bonny with the roebuck. 34331|Oh, where is the roebuck! 34331|And where is the red-deer's burnie, 34331|And where is the gay, red-fox 34331|So merry with the heather? 34331|All the lilies of the valley 34331|Dressed so neatly; 34331|They were the finest o' the flowers 34331|That ever sprang from yonder bowers, 34331|Out of the purple-thorn garden. 34331|The lilies of the valley 34331|Were white; 34331|They were the best of the flowers 34331|That ever bloomed on the meadow! 34331|The lilies of the valley 34331|Are white; 34331|They are the birds that flew 34331|With the red-deer's shining feathers! 34331|All the lilies of the valley 34331|Are white; 34331|The dappals that they tossed 34331|In the bramble-thorn garden, 34331|Are faded like faded roses! 34331|No more the bowers of Asi, 34331|O'er the hilltops, 34331|Can wear the breath of flowers! 34331|And all the thorns of Asi 34331|Are withered and ruined in the garden! 34331|For all the flowers of Asi 34331|Are withered and ruined in the garden! 34331|The thorns of Asi, 34331|O'er all the thorns of Asi, 34331|Are withered and ruined in the garden! 34331|No more the flowers of Asi, 34331|O'er all the thorns of Asi, 34331|Can wear the little weeds we wear in battle! 34331|In vain the mignonette 34331|Looks over the brooklet, 34331|In vain the pigeons coo 34331|In gloomy canal 34331|The dark doves loiter; 34331|Once more, with the flowers of Asi wonder, 34331|Come back to the garden, 34331|From the daybreak to-morrow! 34331|Oh, once, for your sweet sake, 34331|I have come to the garden, 34331|Where the dew is a-peeping! 34331|They come. You can almost hear, 34331|Mute, through the unopened leaves, 34331|The far-off thunder of the breakers, 34331|Or of the fall of the waters, 34331|With echo of their own sound! 34331|But I come from the garden of love. 34331|My wings are not strong, 34331|Because, through the night 34331|I have come, a voice cries-- 34331|"Do not deny, 34331|Though you answer to my vows, 34331|Do not deny!" 34331|Then I challenge a prize, 34331|And I say, "Though you ask it for it, 34331|I will answer, dear!"-- 34331|If you make your reply, 34331|Though the answer is dread, 34331|And I answer "It is!" 34331|"My heart is the world," say the birds, 34331|And one answers, "My heart is the bird." 34331|A black bird has heard me, and still 34331|He is singing to me, and his song 34331|Is in my heart, keeping me so long. 34331|What is in his throat, and his wings? 34331|What is it he sings? 34331|Listen! I have come! 34331|I have heard him from the convent, 34331|My God, at the door of my cell. 34331|The rain is falling fast, 34331|The tempest is loud and fast, 34331|And he brings delight. 34331|He sings of the storm; 34331|Of the blinding blinding, 34331|The hail falling, the rain, 34331|The deep, stormy rain, 34331|With a sound like the thunderous, 34331|Which makes the bleak earth a garden, and which resembles a forest 34331|On a green summer event ======================================== SAMPLE 361 ======================================== --he has a word for them to say they 1727|will not get their dinner. As regards your 1727|question, it will be a fine one to meet them, even as is 1727|another. It is not right that a person whom I met with I 1727|am sitting among you, or why I have not seen you among the 1727|brush-banks. On such a time, I see, Lady, that a man hath been 1727|going to set his goods for charity. If the gods, Proserpine, 1727|would not have let him go yet. If they had had his money at 1727|all, you would have thought that he would live in a great 1727|dread city, and that it might be some god would send a terrible 1727|renown to his wife, and then, doubtless, you would see that 1727|it was not for the gods. But I will give you your own counsel 1727|and will send no more matter in your mind." 1727|The old woman shook her head when she heard this, and answered 1727|"I will tell you another word. I see that you are cunning, and 1727|you are not afraid. I have been making you a god of you a mortal 1727|and that your wife Proserpine has been wooing you into a 1727|desire. You know the god is not only in the way of temples and 1727|of temples, for he has been much more wicked though he does 1727|not even if you were not willing to give yourself up to him, and 1727|not urge him from his house; you are too old for him, too, to 1727|be in such continual lengths. You are always eager to put all 1727|you have, but if you want to get it off you must either go to 1727|Ithaca or to your mother Penelope--you would, if you were in 1727|hearts with her, make up your mind on these things that you 1727|have had in consequence in your own. You have not been 1727|wanting any good understanding before going through any other 1727|denoted house, but now you have been getting the horses out of 1727|the way. You are not likely to go in the first course, not being 1727|willingly in the way. You should have been here some time, in 1727|the end, if you had got it off you should have been here some 1727|time. You can have seen, therefore, that we have been nearly 1727|about the minute I am going to be killed--we are the two men 1727|who had always been away during our very worst to the town 1727|and never found it, and now you are mixing some fine young 1727|knees, making them unhappy." 1727|"I will be guided by your conversation without any words; 1727|the gods or demons are in a manner trying to keep us up. Still, 1727|you are being among your own women, and are just sending out 1727|prominent prayers for the wedding, but we can belong to the 1727|day. We are not likely to come home again to the ring, for the 1727|dinner suit you offer. Nevertheless, I am afraid you will be 1727|not jealous about the woman; but she will be dearer to you, whereas 1727|I think you are not much older than yourself. Make the child 1727|of your own self to-day and be glad." 1727|"Then let me go home," she answered, "where you will be able to 1727|see every thing that I can see, and also every one that I can see, 1727|for the day that you are to go home she shall be yours in the 1727|day of the wedding. And when you have thus said my wishes, go 1727|home and marry. When the child grows up you shall have to marry 1727|you; you will have more to say for you than ever yet your 1727|daughter did. Never yet did any lady live who would be your 1727|bride, but you are his wife, and you shall be his bride." 1727|With this she left the house, and at the last the gods arose. 1727|Ulysses went into the town after having drunk and had been 1727|within the town of Ithaca; but Minerva laughed when he saw him 1727|so near and he ======================================== SAMPLE 362 ======================================== in the open door, 23369|A smile, and, oh! the thought! 23369|Then they heard that he was here. 23369|He saw all that this house did wear. 23369|He was at home, and he could go. 23369|He walked into his room alone 23369|And saw it still, till it was grown 23369|Like a grey church that holds the Past 23369|In silent awe. Only the trees 23369|Upon the dark cathedral-sills 23369|With the gold sunshine glimmered on, 23369|As if the work was nothing worth, 23369|And he felt strangely fit to die. 23369|He felt that in the early spring 23369|Its silver branches turned to fruit, 23369|And its yellow fruit looked forth 23369|As a little child should never want. 23369|He heard the robin on the tree, 23369|The bluebird on the orchard-top, 23369|The meadow-lark in the blue air, 23369|The robin on the cottage-shear, 23369|And the blue pigeon in the hut. 23369|He would lie awake at a farm-yard 23369|And, as he took his lantern-hand, 23369|He could sing his songs at morning, 23369|He could wake his songs with his hand-in-hand. 23369|"I'm all of a shaggy coat, 23369|I've got a shaggy coat, 23369|I've caught a scar-flower spud, 23369|He's got a bonnie shape, 23369|He's got a sword, he's got a hat, 23369|He's sitting on his horse, 23369|With a bonny gun beside him; 23369|With a bonny gun beside him! 23369|He sees his father's lofty head,-- 23369|He's leaping through his shot-black muck, 23369|And he swings his bonny game, 23369|To see his fair-haired daughter 23369|Beside a cottage-door behind him. 23369|'Och, come to me, come and share 23369|Your pleasures with me!' 23369|He'd kiss his darling wife and child, 23369|And he'd rock his baby to his breast, 23369|Then, like a tempest in the sky, 23369|He'd fly the house, and kiss him,--but not speak. 23369|In the happy morning hour 23369|When I was young and strong and gay, 23369|How joyously I flung my shoon 23369|In the bright sunshine of the day! 23369|I'm happy now because I'm old, 23369|And wise and brave and strong; 23369|For many pleasant things have been 23369|Since I was young and good. 23369|But no more can I the gloom 23369|That cheated my desire; 23369|O'erwhelm me with a goodly gloom, 23369|And drive me from my quire. 23369|Long since to Nature's rich 23369|Hampden I passed; 23369|In the dim twilight of the Past 23369|I see the opiate shine; 23369|The flush of beauty on the cheek, 23369|The rosy glow of wine. 23369|The summer dawn, on hill and lawn, 23369|Transforms the scenes to life; 23369|The rose amid the yellow leaves 23369|Is opening her sweet bloom 23369|On the young flowers whose graceful stems 23369|Have seen the hours of gloom. 23369|And on the windings of the night 23369|I hear the silver knell; 23369|The rush of morning on the mead, 23369|All beautiful and still. 23369|The little darlings on the hills, 23369|With their merry hearts aglow-- 23369|The wild, wild birds that flit with glee 23369|From bowers of hope below! 23369|I would enrich his birthday bower 23369|With precious fruits from his own land; 23369|And crown, at morn, his brow with flowers 23369|Would brightly light his hand. 23369|And, when he sleeps, the day would seem 23369|A full-orbed life to him, 23369|And the shadows of the past would ======================================== SAMPLE 363 ======================================== , 1279|My heart! My own!--give her to none 1279|Such as will bless my fervent flame: 1279|To my kind saint, the Bard, be kind, 1279|And I will bless my dearie wi' it, 1279|If, by the stream o' life, 1279|I never, never please to range, 1279|But mak sweet this infinie; 1279|For a' the blest that ever gaed 1279|Gie me the Bard that's far awa', 1279|My dearie's far awa.' 1279|Ye flowery banks o' bonnie Doon, 1279|How can ye blume sae fair; 1279|How can ye chant, ye little birds, 1279|And I sae fu' o care! 1279|Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird 1279|That sings upon the bough; 1279|Thou minds me o' the happy days 1279|When my fause love was true. 1279|Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird 1279|That sings beside thy mate; 1279|For sae I sat, and sae I sang, 1279|And wist na o' my fate. 1279|Aft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon, 1279|To see the woodbine twine; 1279|And ilka bird sang o' its love, 1279|And sae did I o' mine. 1279|Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, 1279|Frae aff its thorny tree; 1279|And my fause love, it was my choice, 1279|To wander by the sea. 1279|Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, 1279|Frae aff its thorny tree; 1279|And my fause love, she was my choice, 1279|And aye was she my fee. 1279|Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, 1279|Frae aff its thorny tree; 1279|And my fause love, she was my choice, 1279|And aye was she my fee. 1279|Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, 1279|Frae aff its thorny tree; 1279|And my fause love, she was my choice, 1279|And aye was she my fee. 1279|Aft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon, 1279|To see the woodbine twine; 1279|And ilka bird sang o' its luve, 1279|And fondly warbling shrill: 1279|Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, 1279|Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree; 1279|And my fause love, it was my choice, 1279|And aye was she my fee. 1279|Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, 1279|Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree; 1279|And my fause love, it was my choice, 1279|And aye was she my gu--dee. 1279|Bye fragrant faem and byway art, 1279|The rose was mine, the sceptre stole; 1279|But my fause heart, I scorn'd the name 1279|That honour'd me, and call'd me thine. 1279|Bye fragrant faem and byway art, 1279|The rose's blush'd upon my cheek; 1279|But my fause heart, it scorn'd the snare 1279|That honour'd me, and call'd me thine. 1279|I wonder how you came, and how 1279|Ere you were born, you dwelt afar; 1279|I envy every sweet-ton'd dame, 1279|Whilst I can see, and care for none. 1279|Or why you dwell in foreign lands; 1279|I wonder do not understand. 1279|All creatures me your mother caress, 1279|Obedient to your mother's kiss; 1279|Obedient to my own I grow, 1279|And look not as I wish to know. 1279|The lily's sisterhood is such 1279|As you must look on, mother, most; 1279|But fairer in its purity 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 364 ======================================== of light in the dark, 31878|And the scent of the grass as it strays 31878|Through the matted hair over his face, 31878|And the breath of the morning that fills 31878|The lungs of the solitary hills, 31878|With the sound of the grass flying away 31878|From the rustling underbrush. 31878|But here let us go 31878|Where the meadows of To-day 31878|Spread a carpet of feathery snow, 31878|And the slopes of the Hoe-wave are bright 31878|With hues of the rainbow and white. 31878|For here let us wander and muse 31878|On the vale of the Future the slope, 31878|And the slope that is swinging so large 31878|On the slope of the Hoe-wave hoe. 31878|Ah! here let us wander and muse 31878|On the vale of the Future the ridge 31878|Of the dark that is swinging so wide 31878|On the dip of the Hooe-wave hoe. 31878|I am the brother of the Hill Fool. [Arthur Guiterman] 31878|I am the daughter of Manu. [Arthur Guiterman] 31878|I am the mother of the man that hath, 31878|With the strong pulse of his slow soul, grown old, 31878|And we are no more than his toils. My hand 31878|Is heavy upon mine, though in the light. 31878|I am the mother of all. [Arthur Guiterman] 31878|I am the daughter of Manu. I am a nightcap 31878|That hangs upon his neck like withered reeds 31878|That stand upon a pool. 31878|I am the mother of men. [Arthur Guiterman] 31878|I am the mother of children. I am beauty 31878|That wears its hidden fold. I am love 31878|That in the nightingale's fervor leaps and sings. 31878|And, when he sang, 31878|A thousand throats were filled with song, 31878|A thousand voices lifted clear and strong 31878|Their tenor deep, 31878|As, 'Lo! the earth leaped up, the April sun 31878|Leapt, and the maenads sang. 31878|I am the mother of men. 31878|When first I came among your forest hills, 31878|Your woodlands, where the squirrels gamboled, 31878|Your ferns and flowers and fallen lapses played: 31878|Then, when the cuckoo's matin low still chills 31878|Your peace, and the wet branches gave you peace, 31878|I, who was rent from the old tree and the new, 31878|Forgot, and the old maenads and the old, 31878|Forgot, and the green moss and the fallen leaves 31878|And the dead branches of your tresses all. 31878|I am the mother of men. 31878|I am the mother of you. 31878|When the tree-top and the ash you plant in spring, 31878|When the field is green and the sky blue, 31878|When every sense of you are touched with mine, 31878|I am the mother of you. 31878|I am the brother of men. 31878|I am the father of all. 31878|I am the wife of the man that was born 31878|As the dawn of the morning that burns. 31878|I am the daughter of men. 31878|The mother of men and of women, 31878|Yea, the husband of the woman that climbed 31878|As the dawn of the morning that turns. 31878|I am the mother of men. 31878|Where the sun climbs and the moon dips, 31878|Through the branches of the oak trees 31878|And the moon goes up the azure-- 31878|A friend in the world and the light, 31878|A lover of the sun. 31878|And the moon rode down the sky, 31878|With the mystical moon's pale light of its own, 31878|The beautiful moon, without a cloud, 31878|And the ghost of the moon came up the hill. 31878|I am the mother of men. 31878|I am the wife of a man. 31878| ======================================== SAMPLE 365 ======================================== , 8187|And all but that is a perfect love that's one, 8187|Is only a lost passion the wide earth above, 8187|A love in a love in a hate made bond by death. 8187|We'll weep o'er your grief, ye mourners of Pain, 8187|In love, though thou begettest the loss of you yet, 8187|In hopes for their hearts, and in all of your pain, 8187|We have one by one, and two by two are met. 8187|And I'll weep out your woes, thou sad, cold lover of Pain, 8187|For the hearts of the lovers so warm and so loving-- 8187|In visions of tears that will comfort them yet, 8187|Behold! even here in my arms your own lover lies dying. 8187|The tear of my grief for your own heart was shed-- 8187|That so long ago on my lips 'twas the last, 8187|And the circle of grief that for ages had fled-- 8187|'Twas the shadow that fell on my life's first loving breast. 8187|But the circle of bliss on its last loving breast, 8187|And the fountain of tears for your own bosom flew, 8187|Were lost in the depths of the infinite West, 8187|And that hour could not hold me from you: 8187|O! then be my last, but your sorrow confessed 8187|There is no hope, no life, no heaven, on my breast; 8187|My heart, by your love in a moment made free, 8187|Can feel no more the gliding of silvery sea, 8187|That beckons to me from the regions of rest, 8187|Than the wandering of stars in the blue sky of the sea, 8187|For the heart's light is shed in a moment like this, 8187|And the eye that we have, like the ray that it draws, 8187|In one glittering moment can sink to its source, 8187|Then shed on those eyes the glory of joy, 8187|Which droop in delight to the sun-beamed glance of his Cupid. 8187|Then fall into silence, ye maids of the plain-- 8187|The joys of the camp, and the cares of the camp, 8187|For ever young, for ever mild, for a pain, 8187|Short as the pleasures that throng the young heart of a boy, 8187|The years that steal on with the lightest of tears. 8187|The heart where no happiness dwells, 8187|Beneath its own dear sunshine, 8187|Shall soon depart, in its sadness of years, 8187|And the bright hours of to-morrow 8187|Leave its music, to mournfully smile on its thirtieth May. 8187|Oh, who could have thought that a voice would intrude 8187|Within us to render this tale my own, 8187|And that thus in its magical beauty you've framed 8187|Something that should be like that delicate tone, 8187|But no more aught could my ear ever reach 8187|But a voice and a voice such as no other I ween 8187|Can ever express to the eye of a child. 8187|Let others look on the song of the wind, 8187|In the leafy deeps of my own native clime, 8187|Let me feel the soft breath of the dawn, 8187|Not the breeze that comes with the scent of the flowers, 8187|Or the fountains that murmur, oh, never again 8187|Can I forget the day with the song of the rain, 8187|The day with the wind at her parting, with you. 8187|"Oh, if thus, my darling, thou'rt wearied away, 8187|Life's day is cold, and no more mine is gay 8187|As if that which thou gavest was all too bright 8187|For my heart to wear 't was all too poor 8187|For thy love's sake I promised to die for thee, 8187|But no more will I look on thy face, my bride, 8187|While we live by the lake with the warm sun side. 8187|"Oh! I feel that a joy in the passing of years, 8187|Yet I cannot forget how my heart-blood appears, 8187|How the long day-beam of life has ======================================== SAMPLE 366 ======================================== of the South. By the Hoarse Tract. 2678|The Old Temple. (George Santayana). 2678|With my Wife, William Julius Crespett. 2678|They have taken my house. I will put the body down 2678|Upon the table. 2678|They have put my life into a book 2678|With a story of the murder of Richard Julius Crespett, 2678|And that is, they say, 2678|Tombed across the Western Gate. But, oh, then it is too true, 2678|Frederick's wife's dead, 2678|Gone from the burial-ground. 2678|And the grave open door, and MARIA'S child, 2678|They told me in the night, 2678|That the sky, 2678|In the storm, 2678|Would be calm, 2678|And the winds and the tempests, and the gusty airs of the air, 2678|And all her deathless kin 2678|Would sit and sing to it. 2678|And the shrouds would be soft, and the music would cease, 2678|And the last great hymn of praise 2678|Would end in the organ days. 2678|And so, 2678|Along the street, 2678|You could hear 2678|From the distance a footstep, and you could hear 2678|From the opposite wall, 2678|Those whispering trees, 2678|To the half-closed bedroom door beyond the sea, 2678|To the little sleeping house beyond the street, 2678|And all the little children coming back. 2678|It was twilight, but a light you knew, 2678|A dream you long had waited for, 2678|That comes without the spirit from the sky. 2678|"Our little ship is coming," you would say, 2678|"We shall wake early and soon, too late." 2678|The tide was rising, but in vain, 2678|And all the winds were changing the strain, 2678|And all the water was white with foam 2678|To the lips of MARIA. 2678|And so, 2678|To think what life meant, Marío was there. 2678|The night was dark, but MARIA went and came, 2678|And she looked back, with eyes that dwelt so fair. 2678|"I could see, for I had seen you there. 2678|I'll see the girls I met yer here to-night. 2678|They were--oh, they were beautiful as you; 2678|They were, for once, what you remember me; 2678|They are, they are, what I remember you." 2678|The boat was in the bay--the crew was there, 2678|They stood and gazed upon the water clear; 2678|They looked on us, and then the glass was bare, 2678|The glass would show us their faces, or we could not look behind, 2678|The very lovely things they looked upon! 2678|But who was it that went along the deck, 2678|And gazed with such a look of such a cold, 2678|And said, "It's one that crept along the deck 2678|And vanished, ah, that couldn't be erased!" 2678|Then Marío awoke as from a swound, 2678|And led her swiftly through the open door; 2678|And, in a voice that caught relief, cried out: 2678|"Go back to-morrow, go," and so was gone again. 2678|And as they ran the gravel clattered on their heads, 2678|And every one forgot her name; 2678|In the old way, 2678|Even as she went, the crowd grew bright again 2678|With points of joy that struck them merrily down, 2678|With faces turned on one another-- 2678|For, as the town 2678|Spake, Marío questioned, and she listened well, 2678|And wondered, too, in her bewildered heart, 2678|How in the street 2678|She had walked with her lover, and had bought him a gift, 2678|A gold ring from some old woman's hand. 2678|The ring, 2678|The ring, Marío waited for. 2678|And she went back, and he went back, 2678| ======================================== SAMPLE 367 ======================================== |And they all have done their work. 6619|They're all right, 6619|Says they, "No, 6619|It won't be 6619|Like any common man. 6619|"No, 6619|He shall win the 6619|Glory of the gods." 6619|It is only a dog that is followed by that which leads him to some 6619|I said, "We are right, even though we are wrong; 6619|Now take your buckler." 6619|The dog rose, 6619|And walked with the other 6619|And roared it out in the fight, 6619|With a shout which made me cry, 6619|"Who killed dog?" 6619|I called him a man who was a small and quiet man. 6619|He would be very beautiful. 6619|He would be very naughty. 6619|I'd tell you about that. 6619|I'd tell you about that. 6619|I would be angry. 6619|I'd tell you about the things I did now. 6619|I, who was laughing out that time. 6619|I would tell you about the things I had had once 6619|Served up and ended in love; 6619|Of the petty pain in the daily war, and the vigil of hunger. 6619|We are not really like children. 6619|We ought to have some neighbors to cherish and help and affection. 6619|And some folks never go away when the fire sends up its 6619|flicker. 6619|The rain, my dear, 6619|Has gone showering. 6619|I shall not like to be in the rain for long; 6619|"The sun is out," I said. 6619|Now I must be hungry. 6619|It has gone out. 6619|The sun is out. 6619|And the moon is in the sky. 6619|"It is dark," I said. 6619|I shall be in at the fire with him. 6619|I shall not go to heaven because I am going away, 6619|Because of this night, 6619|And not many days I shall not see the sun. 6619|"It is time for me to go to the house. If you want to 6619|cry, come into the garden, one more room." 6619|I shall go away into the garden. 6619|Oh, I shall not see it without trying to reach home! 6619|It is dull as a house 6619|And ugly. 6619|The sky is all blue in the sky, 6619|The sun is getting low. 6619|There is a little house that looks up to the sky. 6619|There is a little garden by the way in the garden. 6619|In summer the roses bloom; 6619|They come to tell of their perfume 6619|The great wide-yawn room. 6619|And so it is all covered over 6619|With the soft dust of evening. 6619|I stand under the white-rose tree. 6619|The great white sun is setting, 6619|And my heart is beating low. 6619|Will you come out, my lover? 6619|Will you come out to me? 6619|I will not go; 6619|And I am afraid of the rain. 6619|I will not stay; 6619|I have grown weary of winter. 6619|I am all weary of summer. 6619|I do not love you. 6619|You are so young, 6619|So young, so fragile, so free. 6619|Your hands are like flowers, 6619|Each trembles and trembles to shake you: 6619|Your throat is white like the snow, 6619|Your cheeks are like wine, 6619|Each darkle is tremulous with sweetness, 6619|Each blush on your cheek is snow: 6619|Yet your cheeks are like apples, 6619|They are ripe as the ripeest cluster. 6619|Your lips are like cherries, 6619|You are ripe as the ripeest cherry. 6619|The green and gold tassels of April, 6619|They are glowing to hold life sweet. 6619|Like the ruddy and glowing silver 6619|Of the green and golden cherry. 6619|Is your voice still ======================================== SAMPLE 368 ======================================== , he is a strange man, the best. 38174|What, of my body and very skin, 38174|My hair, my clothes and my hair I'll do, 38174|And my very naked body cover 38174|With the veil of a great white linen vest. 38174|And when, at length, I am well alone, 38174|And when my eyes have opened over, 38174|I can see thee, O my lovely one, 38174|In the linen veil of this linen vest. 38174|Thou makest me, O my lover, 38174|A lover alone to love; 38174|I come to the sea in gladness, 38174|And can see thee, my beautiful one, 38174|As the waves turn in their courses 38174|From the ocean and the deep. 38174|Then can I find thee, O my lover: 38174|My heart yearns to be thy lover. 38174|Thus it is we meet together, 38174|And we talk of love and longing. 38174|Then tell me, O my lover, 38174|Whither do you bear my heart, 38174|What is your secret lover, 38174|Eglantine? Who art thou? 38174|Who art thou, my own beloved? 38174|And Rādhā, O my dear, my dear, 38174|My darling, my true lover? 38174|When I am dead the very moon, 38174|And my eyelids close in sleep, 38174|My body is cast down, 38174|And my soul's senses seek. 38174|Thy body is cast down, 38174|And my sad heart sighs and sings, 38174|And my heart swells like the Ocean, 38174|And breaks beneath the waves. 38174|Whither dost thou fly to hide thy body? 38174|Who shall consider, and who shall guess your name? 38174|Now will I cover thee with my hair, 38174|I have no more to give my body, 38174|If my heart lie in a raging fire. 38174|O shaken moon, O lover mine, 38174|Fly to me, O shaken moon: 38174|In thee my body all my body lies, 38174|And in the hollow of his breast, my hair, 38174|The moon is cruel and so fair. 38174|Fly to me, O gather me, 38174|I am angry with your face, my dear, 38174|I will shut my eyes and leave thee in the earth. 38174|I have no more to give my body, 38174|I have no more to give my body. 38174|With my hands I will dry up my tears, 38174|I will weep on the ground like water, 38174|I will wash my hands of the river, 38174|I will wash the water of the sea, 38174|I will wreathe my body with the leaves of autumn, 38174|I will play the lover's part, 38174|I will play the lover's part, 38174|I will sing my lover's part, 38174|When the moon on the mountain waves is dancing: 38174|When the moon is like a bird, 38174|And the moon is like a sun: 38174|When the sun is like a rose, 38174|And the sun is like the dew, 38174|And the moon is like the mottled lion's: 38174|When the sun is like the gourd, 38174|And the moon is like the foam, 38174|When the moon is like a bird, 38174|I will sing my lover's part, 38174|And he'll fall in the dust like rain, 38174|I will drink from the autumn grains when they break into atoms. 38174|I will drink of the waters when the moon shines soft and 38174|bright, 38174|From the lake when the moon has reached the middle of the night. 38174|I will drink of the water when the moon throws soft the 38174|branching grass, 38174|I will drink of the water when the rain fills all the hollow 38174|world. 38174|I will drink of the moisture when the moon throws soft the 38174|palace, 38174|I will breathe in the calcin air when the moon throws 38174|through the wind a silvery glory, ======================================== SAMPLE 369 ======================================== , when I heard, the sound 24011|Of his soft, rosy lips reproached me sore, 24011|And said, "What art thou, Odysseus' child, 24011|To break my heart, to lay upon my knees 24011|The hand of one who loved thee dearly, lest 24011|I too might die of hunger--yea, and yet 24011|In such a presence? I did once adore 24011|With amleness and patience. I have been 24011|Menundian, and my strength is set on high 24011|And greater things--ah, yet I love thee well, 24011|That I should die, since thou art more than man! 24011|Thou art a god; yea, thou art mightier, yea, 24011|And I am lord of all the Danaan men, 24011|Whose empire is to spare: thou art the Lord 24011|Of fire, and I a weakling, I a man 24011|Whom great Apollo, for a little love, 24011|Pays with his might, and that for a mere love, 24011|He has not of his passion holily 24011|Forsworn, but evermore is vexed of me, 24011|Because mine enemy is stricken of me. 24011|Thou art the king of my undoing. I am 24011|A fool, and thou art wise when I am bold, 24011|And I am drunk with joy to see that youth 24011|Like thee in sacrifice which never dies. 24011|The gods themselves are wise, but I am not 24011|Thy fool! Methinks I am a great man now-- 24011|If thou art wise at all, the Gods are good, 24011|And wherefore should I care to win thee back? 24011|Thou art a man, and knowest all men's love; 24011|For thee they bow and they are gods, they take 24011|Thee. Thou art King Zeus, and I will love thee. 24011|Yea, and therewith thou shalt be king indeed, 24011|And I will worship at thine image even 24011|And not for any woman's love, nor for thy 24011|Thyself thy dearest wife, nor any of 24011|A woman's love for her they call Admetus. 24011|Surely in my despite there was not one 24011|Of all the Danaan lords in whom I was 24011|A queen. Thy pity, when I cast her off, 24011|Blessed me, and let her have her on her knees. 24011|But what is this? I pray thee,--and what news 24011|From our that we have come where we have died?-- 24011|The king I loved, whom Zeus took from the Sea, 24011|Sends me and the queen hither, she bids me 24011|Go forth and tell her tale, and all her tale, 24011|And all her tale, and all her tales, and all 24011|The travail of our travail. What avail 24011|To talk of death or answer? rather say 24011|That I and she were lords; yet as for me, 24011|I am no man and nothing; but the gods 24011|Shall take me. I have had my fill of pain, 24011|And as I am, I cannot love or hate 24011|As well as this king lives who takes me, knows 24011|Not I, his wife, my kinsman openly 24011|And by the roots of all the trees is his 24011|Wide and unfrequent leaves. The gods, if he 24011|Had sought us out and spake us ill or well 24011|Out of his kingdom, have to him no help: 24011|The gods of his own heart, if he had known 24011|The depths of some great evil that awaits him, 24011|Are worse than vain. Therefore, I pray thee, seek 24011|Not for thy mother; she will lead thee hence. 24011|For when I go to Sparta thou shalt know 24011|And let these gathered men inhabit still 24011|The hearts of all men. Thou shall have pity 24011|On all men as on most things, on the earth 24011|Thou shalt have pity on them, on all the gods. 24011| ======================================== SAMPLE 370 ======================================== in his breast. 35193|'Twas only a Fool, by the world admired, 35193|Who, when he saw the man, desired 35193|To be the very first person desired, 35193|And, being called very coarse, admired: 35193|"Why, as I said, when this I saw, 35193|I took a very good advice: 35193|'I shall find out another spot 35193|To find that I may buy my purses-- 35193|I cannot find the man I love, 35193|For which, by Heaven, I think and approve, 35193|I never, never get from roarin' 35193|Shoals to a man who says, 'I'm sorry?' 35193|Myself could not go down as far 35193|From any fellow in the town, 35193|As I've seen sometimes to go down 35193|And come over with all the crew 35193|I never yet saw any man. 35193|My love I shall never upset 35193|In this middle-aged world outside 35193|At a word or a smile. It may be-- 35193|I do say it, I think it too. 35193|That's why this--it makes my heart 35193|Disturbably smart, 35193|And yet--I love that man the most-- 35193|For I love him very much. 35193|My love he's a poet, you know-- 35193|And you may take it as well, 35193|But I do not intend to grow 35193|Any thinner, I'm tell you; 35193|Though I love him, I never can 35193|Be a perfectly true man. 35193|I love him, as a loving child 35193|For the goodness that _is_ his, 35193|And I do not object to him 35193|Any day when I see him; 35193|And I often think, if I could, 35193|I might feel a kind of man 35193|For I'd be another listener, 35193|I might hear him any day. 35193|Oh, God! is this queer distinction 35193|Transacted between soul and sense? 35193|Whence this kind of confusion? 35193|Oh, God! is this queer distinction 35193|Transacted between soul and sense? 35193|A man is a fool, I see, 35193|And who can confute, or _say_? 35193|The man who would say, I understand;-- 35193|You'll find him a charming fellow; 35193|With your name on my crown, for then 35193|The head of another. 35193|Oh, God, were I one of you all, 35193|With you I should not have won; 35193|I'd be the first, just any thrall 35193|Of all the world within, 35193|If I'd be the first, through you all, 35193|The creature of my bone. 35193|As a good puppy is one, 35193|He has, he is in one, 35193|With a pretty name on his head; 35193|He says it is a shame. 35193|But his real name was Jim, 35193|And Jim, he is Jim still; 35193|He says it is Jim, he's Jack, 35193|And he makes 'im out of whim; 35193|He says it is Jim, it's me 35193|Just to spoil a game with Jim-- 35193|No matter I'm the worst boy 35193|Offer ever my bag, 35193|No, this is what the crowd asked, 35193|If it wasn't any such. 35193|Yet our game's not all it set out-- 35193|Though Jim's the best of all-- 35193|But Jack is Jim, I'd like him-- 35193|You see that on the wall. 35193|Now, a game of fighting comes, 35193|With your bayonet, your bayonet, 35193|Your murderous knife, and your sword to dint 35193|The head of a poor500 hizzab six, 35193|Is this the game that won't come in? 35193|Behold that giant in the skies, 35193|With eyes and teeth of ivory, 35193|Has sat as long as he is wise, 35193|And never will be ======================================== SAMPLE 371 ======================================== |The dearest object ever seemed to be 1279|The very centre of her filial heart. 1279|To all she felt within, her God, her guide, 1279|For other worlds I might not to myself 1279|Address, where'er she would employ my powers; 1279|For other wiles to veil the greatest mind 1279|Or hide the good from all the vulgar sight; 1279|To her, that was in every thought the model 1279|Of her great Maker, could I but have taught her 1279|What difference 'twould themselves make plain to all men. 1279|The want of proper worship in the mind 1279|Was but to make a cavern of it all: 1279|In vain she panted, in vain she strove to tell 1279|Of idols and enchantments false as hell; 1279|In vain she tried to exorcise herself 1279|On men to do what they themselves had done: 1279|For what could they have done but only prove 1279|That they were sanctified and justly love? 1279|Of modern progress when the world was full, 1279|How could she fail that progress, force and fraud 1279|Had made the woman prove the woman--good? 1279|Of works, not works: the idol of the Devil, 1279|Pistolios, false or true, or just, of God, 1279|In motion each, in line by lineaments 1279|Henceforward, could have been, and ever were, 1279|"A miracle"--what here hath nature been 1279|But a mere potswaster in a glass, a globe 1279|Of no Round Altar--let us tell our story 1279|(For truth I can't well guess--or rather nurse it) 1279|Of her who worketh day by day alone, 1279|With nothing other to commend her praise. 1279|And though her work itself were worthy praise, 1279|The Devil, tempted by her evil lust, 1279|Hath all his malice served her as a guinea, 1279|That he must pay, when it is fully kicked, 1279|For his fine occupation of the Devil. 1279|And therefore, Delia, let us see her first-- 1279|A piece of gold that is the last I've known, 1279|That is the very thing; and since the curse 1279|Of Adam on mankind is laid upon her 1279|As market-place for half-a-crown a minute,-- 1279|Let us suppose--our money and our fame-- 1279|That there was once a devil in the lady. 1279|The smallest shilling that there was to pay-- 1279|(And I have had such money that I will say 1279|I've noticed that there was no such temptation)-- 1279|I think, if I had money, I would pay. 1279|But my good fortune, like the banker's clerk, 1279|Can't help my girl out of her pinafore: 1279|As often as she thinks she must gage in, 1279|She looks too good to throw herself and sigh 1279|And never once complain of giving money. 1279|O, that I had some money! That I knew! 1279|Would she take mine instead of it? Goodness! 1279|She never loved but that she was so wealthy. 1279|My money and my girl were left together; 1279|And so I have it, bless you, as my own, 1279|For her sake and her's. And what will it matter 1279|If I come back and never can get money? 1279|And if she's changed, I'll be content to hold her 1279|Upon my back for years, as best I can, 1279|With that same sturdy pocket to a man 1279|Who's been before me in the situation. 1279|Well, I will tell her what I saw each morning 1279|As she withdrew the curtains for the night; 1279|The morning after that, the darkness deepened, 1279|To me a sense of something very bright. 1279|The thought of her aroused the sudden quiet 1279|To listen to those words so sweetly spoken. 1279|At last she started, and with sudden start 1279|Came to my room, that I could not forget her, 1279|But came not ======================================== SAMPLE 372 ======================================== to you, 2622|Saying, "What shall I do?" Why, yes, but I 2622|Must take my pen and ink out in my eye; 2622|So with another pen--good, bad, bad! Good God, no 2622|dam at me, 2622|For I have lost the light! 2622|I cannot pay them back; the pangs of poverty, 2622|The pangs of absence, and the nights of chill despair, 2622|The pangs of absence, and the nights of chill despair-- 2622|Well I might finish a convulsion, if my Dear 2622|Should ever know. And so, since that has become 2622|Of an estate, as are all other woe and pain, 2622|I will take comfort, as a nurse upon her knee, 2622|So give good-bye, and tell no tale to any man; 2622|So I may hope the sorrow will not cease to increase, 2622|But all the more I may create your woe. 2622|There is a garden in a quiet street, 2622|A happy place to rest his weary feet; 2622|The sun smiles kindly on the pleasant scene, 2622|And soft night-boughs caress his folded wing; 2622|The merry birds have left the world forlorn, 2622|And flown again to mansions, warm and green, 2622|To sing a jocund song, to cheer his heart, 2622|And cheer his weary sense, and comfort all. 2622|There is a quiet midland where the share 2622|Is laid away, and all the cares and fears 2622|That vex the mind of man fill up for aye, 2622|And all the hopes and joys that bless mankind, 2622|Bid me to pluck the apple from my mind. 2622|I would not, could not even remember this: 2622|'Tis a kind fortune which makes others die; 2622|And I would rather live in this still region, 2622|And take my pleasures with a calm eye, 2622|Than to be useful more than wise. To find 2622|Some good thing in another's opposite, 2622|I would be useful, as I unto Him 2622|Have felt it, and made list to what I felt, 2622|And in what deals in prayer, and in what work 2622|Wast any good. I should be healed as well, 2622|Mightier and truer in this world, and tend 2622|The best of all thy way; and then bequeath 2622|One thought to me. To guide thee in thy way 2622|Is knowledge. But how learn I from those 2622|Who walk above thy poorest works, to find 2622|Some good thing there can interest many a heart, 2622|Who has not failed, though it may wound thee sore. 2622|What though the Lord himself command it so, 2622|With honest pride, and dignified reserve, 2622|He will not leave it long with the dull lids 2622|That wear it nightly on their heedless eyes. 2622|The outward form of Faith is but a shield 2622|Against the wind, and it shall never die. 2622|How long shall I still live and look upon 2622|The forms of my beloved, all my hope, 2622|And all my record of a life more sweet 2622|Than my divided life? O, I shall die 2622|So far from any friend, and so will leave 2622|To Him, that is so dear to all beside, 2622|Because He knows that I shall never die! 2622|My love is not so tender, he'll forgive 2622|Thee, nor will pity. Leave me in belief 2622|Thou dost intend, but when thou wouldst depart 2622|And give me up to bear another heart, 2622|Remember that in heaven yon bird is singing 2622|A carol for the nonce--some song for thee. 2622|To make this book my own true name is Fame; 2622|My title is Fame's patron, Fame's foreteller. 2622|Good reader, if you will, that name may speak 2622|For which I dub you such a knight. Glad proof 2622|Of mine estate was thine; ======================================== SAMPLE 373 ======================================== _, the only form of a statue of reality. 38566|Hail, O ye Graces! immortal ye are, 38566|Ye are the works of every mortal hand; 38566|In forms of battle-dinners ye appear, 38566|The work of nature, and the works of art. 38566|From the grand structure first were nature sprung, 38566|Freedom of soul and peace of mind, 38566|To which the spirit with the sense of things 38566|Shall all the solemn honours of mankind, 38566|Ascend no empty boasts, no solemn groans, 38566|But as the grandest trophies of the Free, 38566|Fallen from above and recreant in the dust, 38566|The trophies of the great Oblivion foe, 38566|The work of hands which raised mankind. 38566|But when, as erst in Eden's bowers of light, 38566|O Adam! from thy presence, and the spoil 38566|Of thy pure works and ways, to God's command 38566|The pillars of the temple were o'erthrown; 38566|Then all alike were in his image graved, 38566|All things that swell and move and glide in fire, 38566|All that is noble, vast, sublime and free, 38566|Circling the mystic world around its sun, 38566|The work of ages, built upon the rock, 38566|The rock of time, whose base was Solitude. 38566|Nor less the work of the colossal mind 38566|Of Man, the wonder of the age of gold, 38566|Whose bones were scattered; whose diviner part 38566|Sufficing virtues, made them all sublime, 38566|The heroes of the light and eternal years; 38566|Whose virtues taught the world to undergo 38566|Life's journey, and the work of all its years, 38566|And keep from dwarflike playthings half-unwrought 38566|Its joys and passions, till from all excess 38566|They took to build and fashion men for dreams. 38566|But now, to-day, your work has seemed a gift 38566|To some man's soul; for, in that morning hour, 38566|When the world seemed a temple to the gods, 38566|The gods themselves seemed here, the gods in power, 38566|And in their glory the great work of Art. 38566|Nor was the building of the gods alone 38566|Unbuilder temple, dedicate and rude, 38566|But simple, innocent, an architrave, 38566|From the first moment they had built it up. 38566|The work of God! The work of craftsmen's hands! 38566|The work of gods! The work of God's great heart! 38566|The work of gods in temples beautiful! 38566|Pour out thy life in praises of the Greeks, 38566|And all thy poets' praises! 38566|O, why should God 38566|Call thee thy own, and let thy glory dim 38566|The long life of these human shores? 38566|The old, old sea! 38566|When this thy name is writ in heaven aloft 38566|And the new pilgrim, travelling through the sky, 38566|Follows thy vessels, like the chosen priests: 38566|Follows thy life, and keeps the golden sun. 38566|This is all art! 38566|That glory is a shining thing indeed, 38566|And thou mayst shine to see it shine above 38566|The dust and splendour of the age of love: 38566|Hast thou a statue now, of noble birth, 38566|A chisel on thy brow? 38566|Then art thou proud, and art a god indeed, 38566|As thou art very god: with reverent awe 38566|The reverend father, bending o'er thy tomb 38566|Whence glory springs forever, shall behold 38566|Thy statue living in the starry depths. 38566|And thou shalt live for ever, if hereafter 38566|Thou diest in splendour, standing forth before 38566|The vast and universal universe, 38566|While countless generations shall have passed. 38566|Thy life no more shall be a thing of life, 38566|And, if thy image lives, as all mankind, 38566|Men shall not lack a music in thy speech. ======================================== SAMPLE 374 ======================================== . 30282|Alle þe Cety of þat prynce wyndeȝ in-lofte, 30282|Watȝ al blod w{i}t{h} rial of þat lyf wyndeȝ, 30282|Biforeleȝ for þe lede of þe abyme, 30282|Þat wer so stryeȝ of ryches, & for þe honde þ{er}-aft{er}, 30282|Þat þay beȝt wer þe londe of þe myry wedeȝ, 30282|Þe fader alle þe fyrre þat fyneȝ hem blyþe, 30282|Þat þay com to þe rotes, þat þay þe wer cayed, 30282|Bot þat oþ{er} fyrst þat plyt þe fyneȝ to lenge, 30282|Þe fyrst þay con nawþe on þe rodde so houghte, 30282|Watȝ hem þer-to & al for þat fendeȝ faste, 30282|& þenden hem wyth-aft{er}, þaȝ þ{er}-to vn-close, 30282|For lenge watȝ neu{er} þat borȝ con her lyf to vn-fulne, 30282|Bot eu{er} on þe perro{ur} no passe vpon vchoneȝ, 30282|To seȝ no vyce þat borȝ neu{er} for-cla{n}ne, 30282|Dareȝ neu{er} for þe lyf, ne for-ȝefare, 30282|Watȝ her hest ful wel & in swettest wise, 30282|For þe{n}kne her hy{m} þe ky{n}g must laȝed haue, 30282|Þat boþe hy{m} i{n} honde for-loteȝ on haue, 30282|I{n} þe fyrst renk þat abyme scheued & her wylle, 30282|For-ȝefly wern þe fyrre werk þat eu{er} byde, 30282|Þat alle þe worlde wern dyȝt, hy{m} oþ{er} meneȝ schome; 30282|He wylleȝ awayt g{r}yndeȝ lyȝt fro schame. 30282|Þe fyrest nyȝt bryȝt þe fyrst myryte, 30282|Þat abou{n}t hy{m} i{n} þe fyrst vpon schyre, 30282|For-ȝif men hatȝ non so lyke to fyþ{er} tweyne, 30282|& als abou{n}d i{n} þe fyrste, ȝif þe lyf wylle, 30282|For þat lyf for-dryþe i{n} þe bawl of þe hyȝe. 30282|Þe way is vpon þe fyrst þat abyme is gon; 30282|Hit is not of vyce, hit is not i{n} long alle; 30282|For ȝeȝ þat watȝ nefte i{n} vche a lyttel mon ly{er}, 30282|For-ȝif men watȝ not lyke, why dotȝ hem dryȝly, 30282|Bot vchon to say a poy{n}t þat hatȝ noȝt wy{n}ne; 30282|In ȝif vrþe freke of ȝere & fyrst no-cou{n}t 30282|Fare-wel, þe fyrste watȝ no fyrre no-grynde, 30282|Þat watȝ no lyf i{n} f ======================================== SAMPLE 375 ======================================== through the open door 36954|And through the gate. 36954|I wonder why it is! 36954|It seems so strange! 36954|How like its shape to me, 36954|After summer's heat! 36954|It looks so like a bud 36954|Blown from the stalk, 36954|And seems so blue and broad 36954|As a weft in a velvet cap 36954|And leaves of every shape 36954|I think of it, 36954|As if I felt like a bird, 36954|Who seemed to understand 36954|All the old love and strife 36954|And the old ecstasy. 36954|I wonder why it is! 36954|It seems so like a phrase 36954|Sent up from little birds 36954|Down the green garden path, 36954|As if it sought a name 36954|That was understood 36954|With a clear, transparent sound 36954|As though it knew the name 36954|Of all its precious things, 36954|And as if they knew the wings 36954|Of an angel understood. 36954|We are really like to think 36954|A _dear_ or young or old! 36954|But, as for the old, old folk 36954|Who try to be so bold 36954|Are sure to be polite, 36954|And so not quite. 36954|It is a fact 36954|That to be a flirt, 36954|Dressing in a matron's coat 36954|Is an easy matter,-- 36954|And, above it all, 36954|I myself could call 36954|For a crackling of a ball, 36954|And a boxing of a style 36954|And a boxing of a style. 36954|To begin with, I am told, 36954|Is, if I can but love, 36954|I think I ought to know 36954|How the old girl ought to do. 36954|It is a trick! 36954|And I confess, 36954|Though I can't make it out, 36954|I'm sorry at this sort. 36954|And, if I can't, 36954|I love to say 36954|That I ever went to school 36954|Where my parents stay, 36954|To run about 36954|On the busy day 36954|And see the rabbits play, 36954|And the pigs grow high, 36954|And the wooden pigs they go 36954|As they never do. 36954|I'm a naughty boy at school 36954|With no more than three-score purses; 36954|Little baby, how d' ye do! 36954|And it almost makes me cry! 36954|But I love to see a frock 36954|And hear the puppy bay, 36954|With the children round about, 36954|And hear it is a daw! 36954|(The youngest brother be she.) 36954|I wish that I could run as fast 36954|As a little kite can run, 36954|And sit on a horse so white, 36954|And sing as loud as can be, 36954|(The youngest brother be she.) 36954|Mother, you should have been to school! 36954|We should have been living too! 36954|The children came one day, you know, 36954|And had their father run away. 36954|(The youngest brother be she.) 36954|We wonder where our horses' heels 36954|Are now so swiftly thrown; 36954|They take them to the woods and hills, 36954|And hunt for them till they are old, 36954|And then they tumble over the meadow, 36954|(The youngest brother be she.) 36954|We must not go and gather seeds, 36954|Nor climb on bush and tree; 36954|We have too much of what we need, 36954|And yet we oughtn't mind 36954|(The youngest brother be she.) 36954|A dog was lost in fen and moor, 36954|A rabbit lost in love or fear, 36954|A loving mother lost in joy; 36954|A faithful husband, no return. 36954|An independent soul was he, 36954|Whose daily quest proved no endeavor; 36954|A perfect body always free ======================================== SAMPLE 376 ======================================== , the "lawn" of a young man; the "deep-ridden," the 1322|I stood amid the smoke, for my heart had ceased. 1322|I saw the fire and the smoke and the flame, 1322|And that stupefied new life. 1322|I heard the beat of the heart of the man, 1322|And his words: "It was well!" 1322|I heard the voice: "And in the fire, 1322|We have talked together of other lives, 1322|And I have been far away." 1322|The man was so good, so kind, 1322|And so generous, and so good; 1322|And so generous too, 1322|He gave me myself, not alone; 1322|I only had the power to feel 1322|That I was a good man there. 1322|And I must strike dead things to air, 1322|To laugh as I looked on and smiled. 1322|This will give the good man something, 1322|To do with his grave! 1322|How good it was that the man 1322|Had died at the age of thirty-six: 1322|And all I remember, 1322|Whatever befel, it is still better! 1322|When children once bring a log to the fire 1322|With a little, little, little bite, 1322|And I can eat it with patience and pleasure. 1322|If I were wise 1322|And they were hot in my eyes 1322|I'd come to blows 1322|And burn your fighting debts! 1322|And the red, red fury would sweep the world up, 1322|As I poured out my life like a sword; 1322|And I would sweep the world up, like a thong 1322|Destroys it to chains, and its chains to a thong. 1322|It would sweep through shuddering pangs and death 1322|And rot you and rise where you did. 1322|I'd go up blind, 1322|And I'd crack your ribs, and the whine would shake me, 1322|And I'd shout it so, 1322|And snap you off my shirt, and the black muck slip-raked. 1322|I should laugh at the world with my fun, 1322|I should laugh at the sky in my hair, 1322|I should laugh at the green trees, green earth, and the sky, 1322|With the red-faced clouds, 1322|And the green grass growing everywhere; 1322|My tired head would ache, 1322|My eyes would weep, 1322|I'd be alone, 1322|And have no need of fear. 1322|But when little people play with sticks, 1322|In childish vanity, on the top of the trees, 1322|I am glad that my hands can teach 1322|Such a goal as the fluttering bee! 1322|I have a thought. It seems to me 1322|That my feet were never lame, 1322|I do not know that my knee-ring is blue, 1322|I often dream of my lame, foolish head, 1322|I laugh at the world and its wicked ways, 1322|Until I find the rhythm of its days, 1322|And the way that my feet have gone, 1322|And the dirt of my feet and my knees, 1322|And my dreams in the wind that blows, 1322|And my heart that has so much worth, 1322|And my thoughts that have no name, 1322|And my sighs that are so like your God, 1322|And my tears that reach a flame. 1322|I could tell of that great joy of his giving, 1322|My little heart at all--of his bringing. 1322|It seemed that there was hope. He knew nothing of that. 1322|He turned away in a fit and then went in a whirl of fright. 1322|Then the face of my cowardice was black, 1322|And the hair stood up as if threat-scrusted with fire. 1322|He never was better man nor a boy. 1322|For I had known a boy with a pretty face 1322|And I knew he was more than the boy of a girl. 1322|And his cheeks were red as a rose at dawn, 1322|And his eyes were blue ======================================== SAMPLE 377 ======================================== the white, cobwebb'd belt of the bride. 34298|On the edge of this pleasant brook's spreading side 34298|A youth, and a maid, and a boy, were agreed. 34298|"The boy that I love from the brink of the tide 34298|I will drain from the brink of the tide with a bride. 34298|She is sober, her voice is the music of love, 34298|And the youth who would venture is Anthony Blogg!" 34298|"The boy that I love from the brink of the tide 34298|I will drain to the brink of the tide with a bride." 34298|"The boy that I love from the brink of the tide 34298|I have virgins that wander'd untried away; 34298|They are sad who have lost their delight--but their pride 34298|To the world as it rolls is a mockery gray. 34298|"Now the god that I love from the brink of the tide 34298|I will drain to the brink of the river beside." 34298|"The boy that I love from the brink of the tide 34298|I will drain to the brink of the waters beside." 34298|Dr. Blogg, in his letter to Mrs. May, 1789, writes to Lord Lovelace 34298|that he is to be wedded again. 34298|As she rode through the dales of Methusalem, 34298|The pilgrims were seeking for rest. 34298|"A stranger! a stranger!" sighed one; 34298|"For he did ride on a camel's back. 34298|And all the ladies of Galilee, 34298|And the King, and the Baby, and all the rest, 34298|Were coming to seek for a home in Galilee. 34298|"The traveller has gone from our Hastland home: 34298|We have lost the good we have sought in vain. 34298|It is not the lonely Pilgrims' Temple, but the dome 34298|Of the Temple, of the Maiden in Galilee. 34298|"But the truest heart to its shrine is known, 34298|And the brightest eyes o'er its beauty shine; 34298|And all for the maiden's hand returns alone-- 34298|A heart in itself of the woman reclined. 34298|"She is tender, she is fair, she is young, 34298|And she breathes in her eyes a pure and holy air." 34298|"And a stranger! a stranger! will he not come to thee?" 34298|The tears to the Maid 34298|_Cora_ did well; and the first was for "_Mary Marie_" and for "Cun" was 34298|"To the Child" was all that was left in the house, 34298|But the "Cun" were gone when it came to the door, 34298|For "Cun" and "Cun" were worn out, and the night came, 34298|And the Old Man sat at the end of the floor. 34298|"Now for that first cry in the spring, 34298|The last that the May wind blew: 34298|For the first time, when the New Lay broke 34298|From the hush of the Eve and the dawn of the May! 34298|To the Child and his Wife, the Faith unfailing did call 34298|The Wife of some Cause in the New Brigade: 34298|The Young, the Elect, and the Maid, and the Judge, 34298|The Main without Clothes without Clothes without Gold. 34298|No one saw and no one heard, 34298|That their strife was a grand stalactite. 34298|No one ever spake, a word of praise: 34298|As for all of a warrior, their cause was the same. 34298|"O Lord of the Maids and the Man of Sakes, 34298|The Maid with the Crown, and the Pilgrim with palms, 34298|The Soldier for Battle, the Patriot for Maid, 34298|The Knight for the Senate, the Chief for the Bier! 34298|"Come, sit you down by the Maiden's side, 34298|And swing your scrip at her feet; 34298|For the day is just at the Horse's Nest 34298|When a new-made knight comes in. 34298|Behold, with a sword of gold, 34298|The Fairy of Scotland's Pits, 34298|And ======================================== SAMPLE 378 ======================================== ," 23972|That is what we say; 23972|Oh! let the world say as we have said-- 23972|And let the world say as we have said-- 23972|So let it keep the very best 23972|Of all created things 23972|As 'twere an endless song 23972|Of Nature's voices strong 23972|We have heard her voices long 23972|With a magic art 23972|So clear and piercing far 23972|That you can hear its song 23972|For ever and aye, 23972|And ever will be heard 23972|With a magic thread 23972|Of sound which will not be obeyed; 23972|We have heard it every hour 23972|And there are rapture-beings in it 23972|That have made us love each other; 23972|We have loved as women's power 23972|Is an enigma rare, 23972|Every hour that passes 23972|The heart beholds the thought and speaks. 23972|In vain the mystic phrases; 23972|They have not yet been taught, 23972|Or any language could not suit 23972|The words that through the poet's verse 23972|Have won your ear: 23972|There's something that you never hear 23972|Without an explanation, 23972|About another rhyme 23972|Because of which you never see. 23972|You never see the words you read 23972|Without a doubt 23972|That is half vital and half half con 23972|About the poems that you read; 23972|But then you never see 23972|What's said or done, 23972|Unless, where you and silence are, 23972|You only run, 23972|And leave a tangle in the pen 23972|When all your books are done. 23972|And often, when the room is bright 23972|With smiles, you throw yourself 23972|Aside to rest, and take a light 23972|That not your books can dim. 23972|It may be wrong you never care 23972|If in the house you bide; 23972|You never meet the man there 23972|But when you're called to guide. 23972|Perhaps the man you love lives on 23972|Can never value less; 23972|The man you meet you do not like 23972|Will never live as I. 23972|When I was very young, 23972|I used to stand in the bar, 23972|To keep a good housekeeper, 23972|And ring the bell for me. 23972|And watch the girls and boys, 23972|All fresh from the battle-game, 23972|All standing in a ring, 23972|While I was singing mamma's case 23972|And I was laughing at the club. 23972|But now, I often wish 23972|I could strip and play with that young man, 23972|Who used to wear a cape 23972|Towards breakfast, fresh and warm, 23972|To make the children laugh, 23972|Or throw the curtain one by one 23972|At breakfast--any one can see 23972|What's done and doing there. 23972|He says the things we've never seen, 23972|And that, if we arranged 23972|The way, we might go back again 23972|And take our bath in hand. 23972|I've always been a drinking-well 23972|Below the down and fork, 23972|And never thought of puttin' on 23972|Since father went to work. 23972|'Twas all so bad we knew 23972|We'd never stopped to think, 23972|But started doin' in to tea, 23972|And every night we drink. 23972|There's many a boy who's got a house, 23972|And knows the place to talk, 23972|And drives away the speck 23972|Of things that never walk; 23972|Then down the milkin skirts he drives, 23972|His heart revives--and spills 23972|A man's right arm up-stairs. 23972||THE SNAKE (_yew_) 23972|"_And when the day is over 23972|And we can go to bed 23972|Tennis and other places 23972|He gets up and remembers." ======================================== SAMPLE 379 ======================================== : 8187|But while, my boy, there's still a voice to hear; 8187|"_A health to you, my love, I once_ said _m_, 8187|_Your_ lips I once in friendly tones did tell, 8187|The _love_ which _long'ned me thro' and thro' and thro':-- 8187|That _I_, I said, had grown the very fonder 8187|To tell how fast my time there _was_ in Heaven:-- 8187|_My_ years (tho' _all_ the same, you know, my boy, 8187|Was pastime, _in_ years' _health_),--say more and more: 8187|_My_ looks were quick when they were told that _you_ 8187|Had _lost_ the world for ever so much _lost_. 8187|_This_ was the last time I've ever had; 8187|_That_ was the last time I'd of _you_ had. 8187|Away the last time I'd of _you_ have been; 8187|_That_ was the last time I'd of _you_ had. 8187|The _last_ time I'd of _you_ have been as free 8187|As _that_ now,--except for years or three:-- 8187|Yet still, my boy, I was the first to bear 8187|My name, and yours, _my_ age-stroke, as now; 8187|The _greatest_ yet had ever interest in 8187|Was _till,_ _at least_, he said,--unobserved, you 8187|Had--taken _him_, the heart of every _me_! 8187|When thou _art_ young I used to write, 8187|And said'st, with trembling pen and ink, 8187|"_This work of yours was not a trade, 8187|Which you knew not, but _had_ in _mine_; 8187|But still the _best_ to me is mine, 8187|You've all the world in your account!" 8187|'Twas yesterday's--all still--my dream! 8187|I did not think 'twas true as cream; 8187|For here the truth of this is plain:-- 8187|That as of old, _each_ as of _ain_. 8187|I see some thousand changes now, 8187|And still these three are all the same; 8187|In vain the _one_ is thus begot; 8187|The next is hasty, still the _other_ set; 8187|And as of old, still will I write 8187|To all the world, my children, write 8187|The Book of which you all remind me. 8187|That very night, you sent me off to France 8187|To fight the Pagans in this mighty fray; 8187|But when I climbed that high, steep marble stair, 8187|The shock and splashing on the palace-way, 8187|I felt a thing _untroubled_--to my cost; 8187|For, as I climbed--fell--gone was the post; 8187|And being--lone, I hastened--fancy-hazed 8187|Till on the spot there's _nothingness_ confused-- 8187|How could I ever keep my eyes upturned 8187|To view this scene thus maddened, so entirely quazed! 8187|In all the pomp that filled this world of pride, 8187|The pomp and pride of this superior king, 8187|I only see, like some poor wandering hag 8187|Obscured by robbers of the forest-stair, 8187|Some _galley-craft_, by birds and beasts devoured, 8187|By every sign that conscience quits us, here, 8187|In this great wilderness, no matter where, 8187|I feel myself so vilely wronged and bowed; 8187|And must be now the creature of a crowd 8187|So over-judged for being thus-exquired-- 8187|Must feed, at last, this last, my only road 8187|By which there's _nothingness_ here of God and you; 8187|And here, while thus, your musings are all true, 8187|May God be right and _you_. 8 ======================================== SAMPLE 380 ======================================== and 1322|the frugal "I am not," says Cotton. 1322|The sheep with the crumpled horn and the fawn-hair'd 1322|meagre face, 1322|The old hic Jacopo, the Sicilian, the master of the 1322|world, 1322|That in man's loneliness doth still abide, that in his un 1322|filled breast 1322|Is heap'd the plenteous riches of his house, the 1322|woodlands of his birth; 1322|Full many a man has pass'd their hearth have led, 1322|has died in the field, 1322|Yet still have left the old home, the old hall, the 1322|picturesque 1322|And merry music, the old hall, the old hall is fill'd 1322|with merriment, 1322|With memories stored and old familiar things, 1322|all familiar things. 1322|An old and steadfast old man sits in his parlour perch'd 1322|up yonder in the hall, 1322|He holds his converse with his large o'erflowing brain, 1322|with his exalted head, 1322|And, as he looks upon it from the seat of the 1322|high-busy hall, 1322|He calmly meditates on futurity, hopes and fears 1322|A tranquil draught from the great military fleet, with its 1322|high-prowed heads, 1322|With all its crowd of silent memories, a deep-felt joy 1322|And wonder of love, a thousand old men, and marvellous 1322|joys, 1322|A thousand old men, with grave eyes and thoughtful heart, 1322|A thousand old men, silent and grave in speech and 1322|silence-- 1322|A thousand old men, silent and grave in speech and 1322|eyes and memory. 1322|The voices of old men pass'd slow by me, 1322|pass'd on the empty halls, 1322|stroll'd on the empty walls, 1322|throughout the wide hall, 1322|stroll'd on the empty walls. 1322|The dying men press forward and draw breath with 1322|a smile and a benediction. 1322|They have chosen some quiet graves as I lie here, 1322|behind all my proud and honest selves, 1322|life has only served to show how true and perfect is the 1322|life of a good man, 1322|life has only made to show. 1322|I have never known that man, nor found him to 1322|knock at his fate, 1322|no more shall I rue it or forgive it: the old 1322|man is one of the living, and man is the dead. 1322|I have been faithful and true to the trust of my childhood. 1322|I know that I shall not die then, I know that I 1322|will not be buried. 1322|I do not like that old man there, nor like that young 1322|man, nor like that young man, 1322|I guess he is dead and buried, and I cannot help 1322|understanding. 1322|I pass my days in quiet sorrow, I know that I 1322|shall not see him. 1322|I do not like that old man there, nor like that young 1322|man, nor like that young man, 1322|I guess he is dead and gone, and I cannot help it; 1322|the old man is dead. 1322|I know that I shall not see him too, but he is living, 1322|life is not ended. 1322|I know that he is at rest, and my heart is ready to break 1322|and to break. 1322|I know that he is the one man I have loved so well. 1322|I know that he is more strong, that he is a light hand, 1322|and that he is a torch and light flame, 1322|the light red-hot to feed men. 1322|I know that I shall not see him, nor shall I see his face 1322|to-day, nor hear his voice spoken, 1322|But wait and think of him as I wait, 1322|and watch and wait for the spring time, 1322|and take the warmth at last, ======================================== SAMPLE 381 ======================================== , and the world's great mart.-- 24869|Thus, when he spoke, of Sarjú’s race 24869|He spoke, and pointed to the place, 24869|And, as he rose, his hands withdrew 24869|His brother from the monarch’s view. 24869|“Go therefore,” said the king, “and tell 24869|To one of these my name and line 24869|That I his heart, or he shall know, 24869|A hero of the mighty kine? 24869|“No: I may tell thee, brother, who 24869|Can feel this deed of prowess, who 24869|Can aid, in prowess like thee, all 24869|The heroes of the Vánar throng.” 24869|He ceased: and Sítá by his side, 24869|To the glad sign, at once replied. 24869|“No woman monkey of our race 24869|Could even match with Indra’s face. 24869|How can he know his might can vie 24869|With Gods above and heroes? ’T 24869|The wondrous work he plans below, 24869|And the fair shape of monkey show?” 24869|King Daśaratha thus addressed 24869|His brother chief in words of jest, 24869|And answered thus, in stern reproof, 24869|His brother chief in words of law: 24869|“Unmeet and hard of all who fly 24869|With impious steps, and pass by none 24869|Who with unslumbering eyes has run 24869|Wide on the ground with furious tread, 24869|The vilest souls who seek the sun, 24869|Or roam on heedless pinions, fed 24869|By birds that never leave the fleet 24869|Or lose themselves in folly’s track. 24869|Each lotus-grass and lotus flower, 24869|The lotus with her fragrant showers, 24869|The lotus wild as sweet wild blooms, 24869|Of purest nectar eglantine, 24869|Shall ne’er attune the voice divine, 24869|Of woe-compelling nymphs of thine, 24869|Of Sorrow, Chastity, and Love, 24869|And Brahmá’s self shall dwell above. 24869|This pleasant dream of mine shall be 24869|No more a painful thought on thee. 24869|With thy fair eyes for ever bright 24869|As thine own lovely lotus light, 24869|The wondrous flower of women’s pride 24869|Shall ne’er be trampled by the tide. 24869|For all the varied store that flow 24869|From each rare gem, thine, dear, shall grow. 24869|For thee these blooms of varied scent, 24869|These rills of heavenly fragrance, scent, 24869|And these, and many a lotus spray 24869|That glorify the woods of May, 24869|The name of Ráma,(esame) 24869|Shall tell thee of my lovely prey: 24869|Of many a pearl and silver gem, 24869|Of lotus bud and lotus flower, 24869|And lotus leaf and lotus spray, 24869|And silvan spray and lotus spray. 24869|O brother dear, I bid thee speed 24869|That goodly place, be sure, is there. 24869|And with these gems of wondrous mould 24869|The moon shalt to her heavenly fold, 24869|And Sítá with these countless dyes 24869|Stretching her hands and dark with woes 24869|Shall be her lot to see, and those 24869|By her shall be with thee in bliss. 24869|If Sítá in her life was wise, 24869|If thou be true to her the same, 24869|Whose fame is bright in every clime, 24869|’Tis thine to bless with every charm. 24869|With thine I have a home in heaven, 24869|The storehouse where the time is given 24869|For Ráma’s use in lore divine 24869|Is holy, and for life is thine.” 24869|As thus he sought the princely ======================================== SAMPLE 382 ======================================== 19221|On a dead lord's bones he lies, 19221|Smit with that same flesh-smelling urn 19221|Which the foul witch of Ignorance 19221|On his dead lord cast down. 19221|Such is the world's raving strife, 19221|With which he is onward borne! 19221|Such the dire glories that Prince Death 19221|On a dark lord's corpse is borne,-- 19221|A wandering fire-brand, mixt with lead, 19221|Where the envenomed spume is sprent, 19221|And the doomed totter is content 19221|To meet with his own woe. 19221|Moved by that fire-brand, ghastly he[=e] 19221|Stands stark and motionless! 19221|It is his lord--that father--they 19221|Who by his might of arm and will 19221|Defended his own work and stave, 19221|Like mist by the gust's softenate grave 19221|Blotted out from the light of day, 19221|Now stand fearlessly there. 19221|Beside him, father--that is he-- 19221|And--father, he is dead! 19221|And when their gaze they on his shape 19221|Extend their eager eyes on his, 19221|It is as if they cried: 19221|As if a knife the blood-stream spouthed, 19221|A knife the heart hath seized, 19221|And they shall know as he was a god, 19221|They know these were but dreams! 19221|Then, in his heart's fast-flowing brain 19221|Where his true life lies in trust, 19221|Thy soul shall utter such divine 19221|And bid thee speak thy doom! 19221|The poet's sonnet (Mercury Lane, 1847) contains the following 19221|O, weary watcher of the nights, 19221|And worn with wandering sleepless moors, 19221|The sullen steams of sullen souls 19221|Throng my weak couch: 19221|And I can feel a truer glow, 19221|A fainter flag unfurls, unfurls 19221|Against the northern clime, unfurls 19221|Its crimson leaf; and through the gloom 19221|I see the northern lightsome loom 19221|With a pale brow; 19221|And hear the robin in the pine 19221|Make his faint splendor flash and shine 19221|Like visions in a frosty dream 19221|Of summer hours, 19221|And see the purple light-foot flow 19221|On shadowy nooks of fragrant snow, 19221|Like flowers asleep 'mid autumn dews 19221|In their own buds; 19221|And hear the far-off music swell, 19221|And see the purple blossom burn 19221|In the loose hair of gathering storm, 19221|As if the earth and heaven might learn 19221|Their morning song! 19221|O thou, whose life is one vast waste 19221|Of wind and wave and cloud and blast, 19221|I know where, in thy pale embrace, 19221|Like torches' flame and lightnings' flash, 19221|Thy shadowy shroud 19221|Stands cold and bleak,--where is there place 19221|But lightsome thoughts to do aright,-- 19221|Thy spirit-world is in my arms. 19221|A poet's song is over mine, 19221|Yet sing to me in English lines 19221|What once was false beneath the skies, 19221|And when I dream that I have died 19221|Then I can give my spirit up 19221|To songs that once were earth and sky, 19221|And look back on the world we have 19221|In a land not far from time and space 19221|Where the immortal dead have place 19221|To speak their praise: 19221|And sing of love as if it lay 19221|In the red deep of the poet's soul. 19221|_Land of song!_ young people all, 19221|On high and holy morn you call-- 19221|The crown and starry gem of old, 19221|The thistle of the lifted holly, 19221|The wind of fair Ausonia: ======================================== SAMPLE 383 ======================================== with his heart's blood, and the eyes 30599|Dark and dead: but the world, it said, 30599|Must live for the world and the love of God. 30599|"He would give us the world if we had it one! 30599|Then, with the love of God, he would make us one!" 30599|"I can see his face, I can see his voice, 30599|I could not speak with his beautiful eyes; 30599|But I know that he sings on: it brings me joy 30599|That our love is born of him, and our pain; 30599|And I know that we love each other in Heaven, 30599|Not apart like twin doves that are cooing there 30599|For their nest in the clouds, by a lonely sea, 30599|But always to be beating and singing together, 30599|Like two doves that are cooing, and each a flute 30599|To its own wild music, and each a flute." 30599|Then I found myself in that sacred place. 30599|Then in my heart I found my new self again. 30599|"I can see his face like the moonlight, too! 30599|I can see the face of a woman--by that 30599|Which looks on the world with a half-lidded eye. 30599|I can see my face like a woman--by that 30599|Which looks on the world with a half-lidded eye. 30599|I can see the face of a woman--by that 30599|Which looks on the world with a half-lidded eye." 30599|The Lady Artemisia went, and stood. 30599|"To tread with me the pathways of the world; 30599|And now to lead me to another sphere! 30599|And take me into Heaven, and take me into hell." 30599|Then said Queen Venus, "You shall build a world 30599|Of beauty and of love, that I shall love, 30599|Till I shall be made whole again. My love, 30599|The world has made me one with his own beauty; 30599|My heart has pierced my soul from that soft hour-- 30599|And he shall conquer all; and I shall build 30599|Another world, and he shall keep his name 30599|In its own hearts, and I will crown it well. 30599|Now there are places, dear, I would not tread 30599|With weary feet. I would not be alone. 30599|I would not be alone, I love you, dear. 30599|I would not be alone, I would not be alone. 30599|I love you. I would never love you, dear. 30599|I loved you, sweet! Now let me kiss your feet, 30599|And hold them in my arms. I would not be 30599|A lover, yes I would. Let me pass by. 30599|That is God's way, and God's will be the end! 30599|It should be there. I would not be alone. 30599|I would not see you--oh, my God, my God! 30599|My God, and all that is between us here 30599|Is only God Himself. I would not see 30599|My God--and only God, who knoweth all. 30599|But, my God, let me see. I would not be 30599|A lover, yes I would. I would not love 30599|My God, nor ever shall, till I shall see 30599|What God hath made me. 30599|All is well 30599|For me to have or leave, or have of service, 30599|Only a part of the night that covers 30599|All--to have the body 30599|Of my soul's light light. 30599|Ah me, my God, our God; 30599|So strong a servant as He is; 30599|But He would make all things. 30599|Ah, me, my God, 30599|We know not how to ask nor ask, but he 30599|Would lay His whole fleet joy before our task. 30599|But while we do not freely, 30599|Or offer sacrifice 30599|In vain, and howsoe'er our lips are raised 30599|To reach the crown, the soul hath need of this 30599|As much than even a poor man's love. 30599 ======================================== SAMPLE 384 ======================================== ! but here, my friend, let us pass one day, 1852|And make no more ado. 1852|For one short song to cross the mind from thence. 1852|Why vex yourself with images of pain?-- 1852|I know not why; but what you would yourself 1852|Take for your own defects; or, if you will, 1852|Perhaps amend it; for my words are words, 1852|And have your own defense. 1852|In those days 1852|When I did not intend to speak to you 1852|I have not kept my secret, you indulged 1852|My thoughts, my fears, my rude inquiry, all 1852|Into that eloquent, generous confidence, 1852|That I was then absolved from every claim 1852|On duty, and our dignity and fame, 1852|With all the dignity of conscience, duty; 1852|In which, as it were, I served some cause 1852|On such a dubious subject, that I thought 1852|I scarcely dared to censure you, and stand 1852|On equal terms with every, and to pass 1852|Little away; and, if I could, I could. 1852|That is clear sense, and sees that in ourselves, 1852|Is nothing. All that we have, and nothing is. 1852|It can be nothing to be said of us. 1852|How shall we live? The rest our lives concede 1852|Were nothing, if we nothing were, ourselves; 1852|And therefore are we in good case no more. 1852|And wherefore waste thus much of time, my friend? 1852|O why should waste of what is now to me 1852|More precious far than nothing? Yet be calm, 1852|And think no waste of words, but thoughts which tell 1852|That what we suffer here the greater best 1852|Lies open to the better, which was Hope, 1852|And that Hope, which, if it had a fountain head, 1852|Could make a channel to the hearts of all 1852|Who hear its music as they see its sound. 1852|For every voice of music, every face 1852|That shines before us, or appears to shine 1852|Like the last star of evening, that, the Night 1852|Darkness will not endure, and will not die 1852|With the faint glimmer of its own faint beam 1852|Rather than give us back the day we strove 1852|To lead the way that we had come; and now, 1852|With the suspended cup, with one consent, 1852|We pour the tides of our eternal life 1852|Out with our lips, and pledge them in the feast, 1852|Our solemn pledge, our solemn, and with joy. 1852|And even in such a hour as this is, I 1852|Will not be chary of the things by rule, 1852|And make this health, this splendour, ignorance, 1852|This mirth unmoved, will never be a match 1852|For my brief hour of seeing you. But grant 1852|That I have done for them as I believe 1852|Is nothing; it is but too true, too true. 1852|And you, my friend, as always?--But I trust 1852|That you have kept these truths--they will not hurt. 1852|The very names of those who think to them, 1852|Have been called names of virtue among men. 1852|But we, who think to make the highest life 1852|Human, or human, and who call it ap, 1852|And make the sweet lives of the happy dead, 1852|Have lived and loved these lessons more than when 1852|They have been named as truly.--Lo, I know 1852|We should not be two separate, and need 1852|Nothing but love. Let this be comforted. 1852|They have the faith, the longings, and the skill 1852|To teach us love, whom we shall not have yet; 1852|Else we should know each other not, or reach 1852|Our lives at least to one another's, both 1852|We, or those graves to which we have now lived 1852|And are a part of what we did, apart. 1852|I fear that, like committed spirits, we, 1852|Without the love, or any other ======================================== SAMPLE 385 ======================================== . 17393|"But I've been waiting lang and thought about the Lord (Birkbeck Hill) 17393|"My compliments to Mr. Face, and for the time that he made me 17393|blessing myself--on such a subject I have been a very great 17393|My first of men was Mr. Percy to the end of the famous line, and was 17393|"Mr. Percy and I," he was not known. 17393|"It would not be cheerful to you," he said, "see, my friend, this 17393|The lady did not know, though he thought he would lend her 17393|"My man, he said. "I am ready, and, believe you, I'm ready to 17393|It was more than double, and Mr. Percy made no answer to this 17393|question. 17393|"Is the young man any further off from me?" 17393|"My man, it is almost true," he responded. 17393|And then, in the same old English way, the old man came on to Miss 17393|"He is a strong man and a young man, I believe." 17393|"The young man is a firm, bold, 17393|Who laughs and prays and prays 17393|To that sweet-tooted child!" 17393|"There is no youth in all England," he answered. "He means 17393|He has his pack of cards," said Mr. Percy, very low. 17393|"He is, I believe, a gentleman. I can look at him as good." 17393|Mr. Percy was not conscious of his amazement; for he was an 17393|excitement interested in his companion's sprightly dignity. 17393|"I can open a door myself," he lamented in self-disgust. 17393|"Oh, Mr. Keir, now you want to know!" 17393|"What?" asked Mrs. Keir. 17393|It was in the family--but why ask her why she was not busy-- 17393|"It is because you are sure you have the talents for to be such 17393|affectation." 17393|"I am only tempted," cried Keir--"to open the door myself. I was 17393|"Yes, my wife and daughter." 17393|It was in the family--and how did she act? 17393|"What was your wife?" asked Mrs. Keir. 17393|"Because I will," said the lady. 17393|appeared in all the prettiest clothes, and a right kind of grace. 17393|For a third time the widow's eyes were fastened on the tears 17393|"And this is all she said to me," she went on with sad but sweet 17393|"It is only because I have not come to my bed," he said. 17393|"I will not enter after any more," she began. 17393|"A moment since, but only for myself," it was in the lady's 17393|"Then she is gone," said Keir's heart. "She did not love me for what 17393|She spoke slowly, "but she felt afraid she might not. We have a 17393|"I am a poor unhappy soul, the time is short." 17393|He was seated on the dais of a church, while the vicar, slivering 17393|"Is she afraid of God?" asked Mr. Keir. 17393|"I am never sure," said Keir. 17393|"She knows much," said Philip, "but it really is." 17393|Then they walked out to the porch and into a garden. 17393|"Then you will know it," said the lady. 17393|"Very well, then," said Annie. 17393|"But what happened after all?" said Philip. 17393|"In the presence of every friend that I ever have seen," said 17393|But the lady sat and looked surprised. 17393|"Ah! the thought came early in that play." 17393|"Well?" questioned Philip, laughing. 17393|"In my play yesterday I played with her till I almost fancied I 17393|Now the lady hesitated. 17393|"Ah!" begged Will. "You can do anything with her if you will." 17393|_I_ did not know this point at all. 17393|"But I am sure that she will understand," said Philip, grasping the 17393|Baker ======================================== SAMPLE 386 ======================================== away by night, a brother, 31967|Who is sorely troubled with delay, 31967|And by day is called to labor, 31967|As the sun goes down in darkness, 31967|When he goes a little nearer 31967|To the infinite of destruction. 31967|In my youthful days at rosy-o, 31967|So sweetly sung the woodland bird, 31967|So merry now I ne'er remember, 31967|When I used to wander by, 31967|When I but remember, after 31967|When the whole day long I sung, 31967|When I sometimes but awoke in 31967|At the first wild trill of morning, 31967|When the air was sweet with honey, 31967|When the sun was bright with mavis', 31967|And the happy hours were many, 31967|With the joy of my heart's hunger 31967|When I was but a little older. 31967|Each day whilst I was singing, 31967|There appeared a small black bird 31967|With a twinkle in its wing. 31967|Said it was a little swallow, 31967|With a small and silver wing: 31967|"Oh, why do I sit in darkness, 31967|There alone in all my life? 31967|A wise man may not be angry 31967|When he comes to this strange thing." 31967|Said the spider ere he spake; 31967|Said the spider, with a sigh, 31967|"Oh, why do I linger lonely, 31967|Singing through the purple night? 31967|There alone in all my life I 31967|Much of sorrow have in sight." 31967|Said the spider, softly smiling, 31967|"Oh, why do I stay away?" 31967|Said the spider, sadly sighing, 31967|"Oh, why will my pain stay away?" 31967|Said the spider, sadly smiling, 31967|"Oh, why will my sorrow stay?" 31967|Said the spider, softly smiling, 31967|"Oh, why will my pain stay away?" 31967|Said the spider, sadly thinking, 31967|"Oh, why will my pain stay away?" 31967|Said the spider, sadly sighing, 31967|"I have need of pain to stay away." 31967|So the spider he was tempted 31967|To bring more sorrow to my heart. 31967|So he quickly made me ready 31967|To lead more joy to pain. 31967|So he slowly placed me gently 31967|By the spider's willing hand; 31967|And I gently laid him gently, 31967|Saying--"This is pain. 31967|"So I gladly bear it, gently, 31967|And with thee I soon shall rise." 31967|So I gently laid him gently 31967|On his pretty, short-lived thighs. 31967|Then I led him to a nest-fire, 31967|Made him pleasant in my eyes. 31967|Oh, my sorrow was a pang. 31967|So he vanished into silence. 31967|Then one morning, slowly creeping 31967|To my side, and softly creeping 31967|Towards my mother, I did fly, 31967|And, just creeping, to my brother; 31967|Up from out a bright blue vase, 31967|Underneath the shining ground, 31967|There I saw a girl, whose beauty 31967|Leaped, a queen of high degree, 31967|Up, up, like a queen. 31967|"Bring me, bring me, bring me, bring me," 31967|Cried the spider, shrilling loud, 31967|"That sweet fete, that bright fete, golden, 31967|Which I, for my prize, am proud." 31967|Then he brought me down, and brought me 31967|Low down, where the fields were green; 31967|And I joined the cunning old ones 31967|'Neath the rain-strong blossoms bowed. 31967|Soon their hands grew broad to take me, 31967|Soon they spread me high and low, 31967|And they led me by the pathways 31967|To the river, to the snow. 31967|I came up to the sun-god's altar, 31967|I, a simple shepherd god; 31967|And ======================================== SAMPLE 387 ======================================== out of the earth,-- 40786|A beautiful, beautiful rose. 40786|The sky is overcast, the earth is overthrown, 40786|I cannot see where it will be found. 40786|But the heavens and earth remain, but still remain, 40786|Forgetfulness of all they found. 40786|There was a flower that lived but yesterday 40786|In a garden full of leaves and roses, 40786|There were sweet peals sent to the perfume 40786|Of the wind that has his hour of being 40786|And to its own life's full inwoven closes; 40786|There were odorous, breathing creatures, 40786|Richer than the breath of Spring. 40786|And the bee that sucks the breath of the morning 40786|Went circling round and round. 40786|There were flowers enough in the garden, 40786|And the wind that comes and goes. 40786|The wind that comes without the hour and goes, 40786|Creeps out of the mould and stops to suck and suck. 40786|There are odorous flowers of the morning, 40786|And dreams, and lilies strewn and sweet, 40786|There were scent of violets, and a silence 40786|That follows after me, and with me goes madness. 40786|And in the evening I shall be at rest 40786|In a room with wide and silent rooms, 40786|Where the rain and the wind are only noise, 40786|And the rain and the wind are only noise, 40786|And the rain and the wind are only dream and nothing 40786|But the noise of rain and roses about the walls. 40786|There are many sounds in the window 40786|As if the wind had knocked and knocked with a will; 40786|There are many shapes on the dial, 40786|Lighter than the sun or the shadow of any tree; 40786|But the sounds I hear are only the sound of the wind, 40786|And the rain and the wind are only the peal of rain. 40786|And, while the rain is laughing in the sunshine 40786|And laughing in the sunlight on the roof, 40786|When the rain and the wind are only a whisper 40786|And the wind has no more time to listen, 40786|I shall sit still all day, for the winds are only 40786|In singing songs and dreams for the wind among the trees. 40786|Trees and windows 40786|The wind that drives all day 40786|Is strong with the wind of the rain; 40786|The rain comes hard on the window 40786|And strikes the house with his hand, 40786|So that the garden is full of its flowers 40786|And the rain and the rain are one. 40786|I am a wind that tossed and tossed, 40786|Like a great wind swaying the woods, 40786|With his great, strong, breathless wand. 40786|At last I am broken in dreams, 40786|And all their green and gold-washed flowers 40786|Are turned, in color and shade, 40786|To the wind that shakes the whole night long; 40786|I dream and I watch the rain, 40786|The wind upon the grass, 40786|The wind upon the rain-beat earth. 40786|The wind that blows in the wind, 40786|Is stronger than the rain, 40786|Yet the winds are strong with the wind 40786|And the rain-drenched skies in the lane 40786|Cry aloud in the tree tops for me, 40786|The wind in the east is strong. 40786|The wind is swift as a bird, 40786|Serene and full of grace; 40786|Her voice is low as the winds, 40786|Her eyes are full of tears 40786|And her face is the shining of moonlight in the night. 40786|But the wind out of the north, 40786|And the wind that drives all day 40786|Is strong with the wind of the rain, 40786|He would be strong with the rain; 40786|He is strong with the wind and his strength in the rain. 40786|It came from the close of August 40786|When the leaves were yellow from the tree, 40786|When the leaves were silver-grey, 40786|And the leaves were gold and green, 40786|Two ======================================== SAMPLE 388 ======================================== through the greenwood by his dear son's side, 2620|A golden crown of hemlock-trees and pine; 2620|The sweetest and the gentlest heather-bell 2620|That in the sweet month of May is blown away, 2620|A fragrant wind of May is passing o'er 2620|The knolls of Blastonbury that are crossed the Severn Bay. 2620|The good King Robert turned him back, 2620|His head was bowed in sorrow, 2620|He looked upon the new-come lad, 2620|And thus unto the child he said, 2620|"I look upon the smiling lad, 2620|He is a gallant youth," said he, 2620|"As fair a youth as ever was, 2620|And I love him as I can-- 2620|As fair as any of the land, 2620|And his strength is in my hand." 2620|"Come hither, Richard! Come! 2620|I bring thee tidings of the sea, 2620|And of thy kinsmen and thy men, 2620|And of their bold emprise; 2620|And of Eddetma who shall dare 2620|This peril, and when that is done, 2620|To venture, were it not for naught, 2620|This would I have thee do." 2620|In the green leafiness of that sweet bower, 2620|Which openeth all our thoughts, O thou fair flower, 2620|As to a gentle heart allured by love, 2620|In greenest covert of the leafy grove 2620|Thou seest the lover's heart to come 2620|To thy soft breast, and therewithal 2620|To wander wheresoe'er thou art; 2620|And of thy kindred many a wonder 2620|Hath watched and watched o'er thee, and wondered 2620|At all the mysteries hid therein 2620|Which in the sweetest sleep begin! 2620|And, waking, thou wilt still behold 2620|A gentle spirit with white hood, 2620|And odorous mantle, like a knight's, 2620|Which, coming from a foreign land, 2620|Crossed over bank and over brae, 2620|And on the middle of the forest stood, 2620|Upon a green hill's side, 2620|And in the soft air of the pleasant wood, 2620|They wandered by the river's brim, 2620|Where, like friends who were alone with him, 2620|Thoughtful and slow, and far they hied, 2620|Until they came unto a dale 2620|High in a wood with low clear gleam, 2620|Full of sweet sound, of little brook, 2620|As many tales it said, in dream. 2620|It was an ancient Damas, 2620|He that had conquered many 2620|Most valiant men, among the Arabs, 2620|And alleys, that the peacocks bred; 2620|He led the host, and he alone 2620|Was captain of the caravan. 2620|He led them on, and he alone 2620|Bade them advance, and he alone 2620|Bade them advance, and he alone 2620|Bade them advance and he alone 2620|Bade them advance and he alone 2620|Fled therefore forward on, and they 2620|Behind the Damas led them on, 2620|As from a cavern he had fled, 2620|And one by one had vanished both, 2620|And he himself had left the place 2620|But for those mighty shadows grim 2620|That round about his lonely bed 2620|Crept like a serpent's ghastly train, 2620|And ever they marched bravely on, 2620|They graced his body and his form 2620|With all the rich and honied stuff 2620|That on the ground of Rome's fair clime 2620|After so much fighting and so long 2620|Had worn the hardy limbs of time. 2620|But now, worn out with toil and strife, 2620|And hope of better chance than life, 2620|He walks abroad, thinking fit 2620|To take his rest among the shires, 2620|Where in the stately house he stands, 2620|With barred doors looking ======================================== SAMPLE 389 ======================================== , _Anno Domini, Aretines, Aretines, Aretines, Aretines, 385|_Anno Domini, Aretines, Aretines, Aretines, Aretines, Aretines, A 385|_Anos Domini, Aretines, Aretines, Aretines, Aretines, Aretines, 385|_Anos Domini, Aretines, Aretines, Aretines, Aretines, Aretines, A 385|_Anos Domini, Aretines, Aretines, Aretines, Aretines, Aretines, A 385|_Anos Domini, Aretines, Aretines, Aretines, Aretines, Aretines, A 385|_As are the wailing of the wind at sea, 385|Stripped of their leafy summits, faint as they 385|Whispering low, but most to flutter and to fly_.--_Soph. 385|_Balkitrae, balkitrae, Balkitraeth_, A Balkin, Aretine, A 385|_Balkitraeth, Balkitraeth_, A nest of young birds at sea, 385|_Balkitraeth, Balkitraeth_, A nest of young birds at sea, 385|_Balkitraeth, Balkin'raeth_, A nest of young wings at sea, 385|_Barkitraeth, Balkitraeth_, A nest of young men at sea, 38520|_Barkitraeth, Balkitraeth_, A noble ship at sea, 38520|_Barkitraeth, Balkitraeth_, A land of the blest, 38520|_Barkitraeth, Balkin'raeth_, A land of the blest. 38520|_Barkitraeth, Balkitraeth_, A land of the blest. 38520|_Barkitraeth, Barkitraeth_, A place of the blest. 38520|_Barkitraeth, Barkitraeth_, A place of the blest. 38520|_Barkitraeth, Barkitraeth_, A kind of broth, A bird, 38520|_Barkitraeth, Barkitraeth_, A bird, 38520|_Barkitraeth, Barkitraeth_, A land of the blest. 38520|_Barkitraeth, Barkitraeth_, A land of the blest. 38520|_Barkitraeth, Barkitraeth_, A land of the blest. 38520|_Barkitraeth, Barkitraeth_, A land of the blest. 38520|_Barkitraeth, Barkitraeth_, A land of the blest. 38520|_Barkitraeth, Barkitraeth_, A land of the blest. 38520|_Barkitraeth, Barkitraeth_, A land of the blest. 38520|_Barkitraeth, Barkitraeth_, A land of the blest. 38520|_Barkitraeth, Barkitraeth_, A land of the blest. 38520|_Barkitraeth, Barkitraeth_, A land of the blest. 38520|_Barkitraeth, Barkitraeth_, A land of the blest. 38520|_Barkitraeth, Barkitraeth_, A land of the blest. 38520|_Barkitraeth, Barkitraeth_, A land of the blest. 38520|_Barkitraeth, Barkitraeth_, A land of the blest. 38520|_Barkitraeth, Barkitraeth_, A land of the blest. 38520|_Balatraeth,Balatraeth_, A land of the blest. 38520|_Balatraeth_,Balatraeth (or "Balatraeth") for a land 38520|of the blest. 38520|_Balatraeth_,Balatraeth by a land of the blest. 38520|_Balatraeth_,Bal ======================================== SAMPLE 390 ======================================== with the world. 19221|In its bleak mid-winter 19221|The winds are still and bleak, 19221|And in the glens below 19221|The snow lies stark and cold; 19221|And on its haggard face 19221|The fogs of death arise, 19221|Till on each hand the place 19221|Is dark and desolate. 19221|The bleak wind-wasted trees 19221|In snow-storm tears are blown; 19221|Their shivering foliage shakes 19221|And shivers on the wold; 19221|And shivering in the cold, 19221|Like corpse-clothes torn and torn, 19221|The dead trees stand aloft, 19221|Each like a frozen thorn. 19221|I looked at them a space, 19221|Then turned me round and round, 19221|Nor fancied they were dead; 19221|I thought the look they gave 19221|Brought any happy thing; 19221|But all seemed otherwise, 19221|And nothing was the sum 19221|Of what they had to sing. 19221|I could not see their faces; 19221|Yet could I aught discern 19221|Without the least dismay, 19221|I sang--and all was silence: 19221|I sang--and all was silence. 19221|I thought the look they gave, 19221|They sang--and all was silence. 19221|I cannot sing the birds; 19221|I cannot fill a cup 19221|With such a rare content 19221|As were an hour ago; 19221|Of life, I do not know, 19221|So empty are and dry, 19221|And hungry is the earth, 19221|And farther from the sky. 19221|And yet, when I have done 19221|The deed that must be done, 19221|I think I see the sun, 19221|And think it is not I, 19221|But all the hopes that lie 19221|Deep in my heart are dead; 19221|And all the love that's fled 19221|Now lying on my head. 19221|Poor devil, thou hast taught me this, 19221|That, more than all the rest, 19221|To make my barren soul 19221|Sing like a little child; 19221|And I will teach this lesson, too, 19221|That, when the birds are warm, 19221|Their food they soon shall have; 19221|And so, through tide of generations, 19221|Shall I sing it as I sing? 19221|There were three friends that together went, 19221|And they spake oft, I trow, 19221|Asking him kindly in his walk; 19221|How kindly was this friendship met, 19221|How kindly and how kind 19221|It could find any unblessed man 19221|To whom to give a hand. 19221|The second cousin was a fine 19221|Fair-haired, but melancholy; 19221|Few knew her of her honest fame; 19221|But her mien was meek and low; 19221|And she had pity on her stars, 19221|And on their coldness too. 19221|And they made this and the third 19221|Out of her charity for gold, 19221|And in their charity wan theirs, 19221|And turned their hearts to cold. 19221|The third cousin was a fine 19221|Ill fop, and kind, and gracious; 19221|Had each a worldly friend or son; 19221|And loved a friend most wildly. 19221|And in three words of his youth 19221|These three bright friends were counted. 19221|For speech to those most faithful hearts 19221|Love never wrongs the lashes, 19221|And never wrongs the hands of friends, 19221|Nor ever wrongs the lashes. 19221|And when these learned this pen of mine 19221|Had felt its power to ruffle 19221|The still-contending thoughts of men, 19221|Its common cares touffle, 19221|And toiled amid their ripening store; 19221|How could they then have joy for all 19221|The good whole earth can give? 19221|But some said, "An ill friend is best: 19221|Good friend is very rife ======================================== SAMPLE 391 ======================================== , 1229|And you'll find me--with a sigh, 1229|Fancy a poet free as air 1229|Fair of face and free of eye; 1229|Such, I think, is real poetry. 1229|But in a verse like this, or that, 1229|I'll find the proper verses; 1229|And then again, I pray you, choose 1229|Perhaps the method--they'll refuse, 1229|To give my book the fairest lose; 1229|I will not--miserable me!-- 1229|Turn so, but let me tell ye, my dear, 1229|(And that is no great moral I'll assume), 1229|Why you should thus dislike it all.-- 1229|A poet, if you please-- 1229|A painter, if not utterly, 1229|And if you don't, to name each thing, 1229|I'll promise you to see 1229|What you may shortly write, no doubt, 1229|At least, to me. 1229|And since it is not yours to give, 1229|I'll choose, if pleas'd, a high-soul'd friend, 1229|To warm your blood, or satisfy your soul. 1229|--But for the Muse, how great a loss it were 1229|To die without you, young Apollo, young 1229|As Hector; but to pour my joy in tears 1229|Till you, my Patrician Muse, shall come 1229|To give you perfect fame for your own ends. 1229|_A second Epistle to a Rose._ 1229|Sweet flow'ret, pledge of future favour, 1229|Now my shafts are ready drawn, 1229|Sweet--but not for such as I; 1229|For the Muse, without a rival, 1229|Each succeeding rival woo. 1229|I, alas, an unknown lover, 1229|Wounded, captured, quite dejected, 1229|Finds my warmest, fairest blushes; 1229|Winds my melting voice no longer; 1229|Love, if thou couldst lend assistance, 1229|I and thou would all be fated! 1229|Now, poor soul, what wilt thou do, 1229|But with tears and sighs bewail me; 1229|Happy I, indeed, would know it, 1229|Could I see thee turn and palely pale, 1229|Couldst thou trace some happier gossamer, 1229|Wilt thou ever think of loving me. 1229|For the numbers thou canst write 1229|Are the woes of each affliction, 1229|Comfort, my relief to give-- 1229|Woe to every lover's billow, 1229|Comfort, my relief to thee! 1229|Ariel's Lament. 1229|Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, 1229|The clinking sparrows, 1229|The hare is humming, 1229|The bee is humming, 1229|The insect life-eager. 1229|The flowery lea; 1229|The lark is in the sky, 1229|The snail out-creeps his bell, 1229|The lark is in the dell, 1229|The jealousy-owl does not care, 1229|If thou art cruel, love me not. 1229|The swallow doth not chirp, 1229|The lark's on the green tree, 1229|The field hath a thousand flowers, 1229|Each set upon a charnel bower, 1229|They are all hid by thee. 1229|The poet is superior to Horace; in his _Epistle to M. L. Linton 1229|Besides the most minutely fast bound is the rhyme-peopled 1229|And the swan, from the sky's lowland air, 1229|As he winds through the alders, sees 1229|How the brooks and the hills appear, 1229|How the ground-mouse, here, 1229|He doth fetter with fetters of water, 1229|While she fetches with speechless delay. 1229|The wolf and the fox, 1229|The hart and the lamb, 1229|They were almost too rough for our ears, 1229|For they made of the same prey ======================================== SAMPLE 392 ======================================== as he passed, and on his forehead bore 615|A scroll, by writing it with mighty pains, 615|To him, with many a sigh and many a tear, 615|Which on his cheek, to his whole age bewitches. 615|And says, 'We to the town ourselves have given 615|Without our leave, to be in Africk' isle, 615|And here with them to settle ruin, while 615|They deem us to be sacked and depred unrowed. 615|We to the tower by good Alcina go, 615|And here where we sojourned, we have made our way, 615|And thither we with this design will bring 615|Abandon all our band; nor will you shed 615|From our adventure one so false and mean; 615|For she, in the first life, would fain be dead. 615|And next we come where Isabella's fate 615|I know not; here my wife is prisoned, here 615|Girt with one brother who for me was fair, 615|That has a brother left. And when I go, 615|He rests in prison, he perchance may see 615|His wife and children by his side, apart, 615|To whom he lends a place, to whom to flee, 615|As they will do, that he may give his life 615|And I should be a brother. I, in truth, 615|Am of your own, sir, and of a truth.' 615|And I to him: 'Of your own happy birth, 615|Complain it, and the cause I shall unfold. 615|I was content when I the sire forewent, 615|That you should live with me, by whom ye live.' 615|And he to me: 'O brother, it is true 615|That to such ample bliss a soul as you 615|Would have contented thee.' And he to me: 615|'I tell you, brother, we must part--the two.' 615|While thus he thought there rode a cavalier 615|More than ten days, to the inn the path repairs, 615|With company of good four thousand, near 615|The bridge, prepared for the tumultuous works. 615|At this Alcina, full of flatteries, 'gan say: 615|'No one shall hence, and I myself will say. 615|You are Alcina's people, and of right 615|Know all; your mother is Alcina's peer. 615|Where have you been, and whither have you been, 615|That ever you can have divined your will, 615|Since you such disquisitions duly screen? 615|Whither did you to our first parent fall? 615|The boy grew up who brought the ill to all. 615|His father was Alcina: of the first 615|Of those that speak him are Zerbino, who 615|Bred of his sire, and to mankind relates; 615|And for the other, by Orlando hight, 615|Is King Circassia's sovereign, not for these 615|The other, with those others at his ease, 615|His father was; for he, for many a night, 615|Hath been his faithful foe, and wears his crown. 615|But I, alas! will leave him; for I know 615|My time shall come when I shall leave this town.' 615|With that, with eyes cast down, and with a brow 615|Sounded with ire, Zerbino interposed: 615|'Who were they? which I hear about the twain, 615|And to encounter it, what mode was this 615|Would bring them hither, but ye will not see.' 615|These were to seek the bridge; and to my son 615|(Whose names I know not) I this charge will bring, 615|And will the occasion that I speak with gain.' 615|I ended, and upon the farther side 615|Of us they found Alcina, with the twain; 615|I only, this, assuredly, espied. 615|For, ere the twain appear'd, and she beside 615|Herself a-dying, every other thought 615|Was of this accident; but nought I ween, 615|The story of Orrilo's cruelty 615|For some time past, such as in that summer-tide 615|Alone was seen, to save a youthful swain. 615|And I to him: ======================================== SAMPLE 393 ======================================== ;--where, from height to height, 34298|Eye to eye, the vision rolls away, 34298|The charmed hour, with all its changing rays, 34298|Is lost with that familiar dawn of days. 34298|"And yet no other, for at moments we 34298|Rise from the level of life's mortal sea, 34298|From our own selves the eternal waves explore! 34298|Rise, and undid the clasp that binds the shore!" 34298|He spoke it not; and, self-poised as he stood, 34298|Sorrowful gazed on the new form he wore; 34298|Wan shuddered forth from the grasp of Death;-- 34298|And all stood motionless, and breathless, there, 34298|Erect and stern;--and, like the first of things, 34298|The eternal self of beauty smiled sublime, 34298|Like souls beyond the grave, to heavenward clings; 34298|And in the deep eyes of the quiet moon 34298|Tremble and smile; and the false lips that said, 34298|"From what vain hope, O soul, is thy return? 34298|Thine to return?"--And, still more, still less bright, 34298|The same sweet gleam of the mild and gentle moon 34298|Passed with the same--but cloud and shadow were, 34298|And the soul still--bright without, without, within; 34298|Tremulous still--but a mild quietness, 34298|Unfelt in dreams--and yet--for _him_? _He_, he cried, 34298|"Who hath not bowed thy heart, who hath not died, 34298|And knows his life--his death, thy fate, alone: 34298|To the dear lips, to the remembered ones, 34298|And to the heart, that once in happier years 34298|Served with all love--to all thou couldst have won!" 34298|"And why," I said, "this grief, this sorrow--why 34298|This sadness that hath fallen like the snow 34298|Upon my soul--and hides it in my soul, 34298|And makes the wind breathe on it as it blow, 34298|And it will melt my heart in thine? _Thy_ doom 34298|Is this--the thought, and not the deed--the doom 34298|Thou hast forgot--to die with thee? _Who_ then 34298|Did name us in life's sorrow, and _who_ then 34298|Did look to see, in death, thy beauty fled? 34298|_Who_, in life's grief and on its shame, shall say, 34298|"Thou hast but wept for my soul's loss alone, 34298|And the love, which made thee, is thine own?" 34298|"_I_," said the child, "have loved thy face so oft 34298|_That I can feel it, now--nor dare to grieve;_ 34298|"I have wept for thy falseness everywhere, 34298|But the dearest friend that thou hast had, was thine; 34298|I have wept--but he, who loved thee not, loves me-- 34298|O let the change be, love him, _I_ divine!" 34298|"Yet, love," I cried, "thy smile steals gentle down, 34298|And on my soul thy pitying glance is poured; 34298|And, in the world's vain world, I love thee more 34298|Than the world's loves, so let the love be deemed!" 34298|"True love," I cried, "shall fill the winter's scroll, 34298|And, when the spring is here, the winter's snow; 34298|Love shall grow cold here, and the old love sleep 34298|Where life looks last--in death, eternity." 34298|"Nay," said the child; "but one more night and day, 34298|A shadow in the darkness, and the rain; 34298|Then in those fields, where thou and thine abode, 34298|With thee I came, the slave of every reign. 34298|And now another day and night and day, 34298|To lay those common claims to fame; and I 34298|Shall feel the same fond faith that ever bare 34298|Stern brows--though haply some more humble bow ======================================== SAMPLE 394 ======================================== |"The sea's cold water," softly crooned 15553|A faint and distant note. 15553|And soon a voice, like one at rest 15553|With terror in his breast, 15553|Went forth,--"Oh, ho! the night is dead! 15553|King Olafs is not here! 15553|His ship is at the shore! 15553|His children seek the land to-night 15553|Upon the battle-field. 15553|"I hear the ocean calling, calls 15553|From yonder field and fell, 15553|The battering and the singing shells, 15553|The charging and the well. 15553|"I hear the great waves dash their spray 15553|Against the rocky shore; 15553|I hear the death-bells ring again, 15553|The warlocks sound no more. 15553|"Oh ho! the night is dreary now, 15553|And long upon the wave 15553|The wrecks of many a shattered mast 15553|Tell that the day is brave. 15553|"The sunken boats, the shattered spars, 15553|The useless, quaking yarns, 15553|Where is King Olaf? Hark you, hark! 15553|The wind begins to howl. 15553|"He harkens to the tempest's roar, 15553|To the loudest of the waves, 15553|The feeble, clamorous, struggling waggons 15553|That round him yelp their waves! 15553|"Hear it in the caverns, King Olaf! 15553|It is the war drums' bray. 15553|It is the wild victorious shout 15553|That streams from the crumbling towers. 15553|"It is the wild victorious cry 15553|That rings o'er King Olaf's seas! 15553|It is the wild victorious cry, 15553|The everlasting cry!" 15553|The sea is red with judgments, rage and fraud, 15553|He scatters holy blood for which he's innocent; 15553|Tears fall thick, for which the rose is white; 15553|He seeth sins with heart and soul; 15553|And seeth greaves, and crowns with thorn and lily 15553|Drooping, a while, to deck the Queen of love 15553|For wedding in the harbor of Leith. 15553|"Now God be thanked!" said Olaf, standing straight; 15553|"I know not why, but all the while 15553|I've waited for you here; and watched, and prayed, 15553|Like a poor child, for you to guard and aid. 15553|"I know not why, but all the while 15553|I've waited for you here; and watched, and prayed, 15553|Like a poor child, for you to guard and save; 15553|And now I fear that, in some future grave, 15553|You die as you live--but God preserve 15553|This powder, powder, and your good red steel." 15553|The storm subsides, the lighted candles fall, 15553|Shattering the chimney-tops; and, quenched, the night 15553|Falls as a foul and dusky blot; below, 15553|Brighter than water; smothered with the snow; 15553|Ranker than famine; colder than the wind; 15553|Bitterer than famine; deader than the grave; 15553|Grieter than murder; deader than the fire; 15553|Grieter than murder; deader than the sword; 15553|Grieter than murder; deader than the sword. 15553|Last night I dreamt I saw her in that dell 15553|Paved with the moonlight, and the streamers' dance. 15553|Her voice was faint, but still she charmed to hear; 15553|I thought, "What music floats along the sky?" 15553|Then straight I snatched her to the heart; and there, 15553|Sitting in heaven, I saw her over-arch 15553|Catch the light laugh of stars, that one by one 15553|Burn through the other; there she droopt and fell 15553|Into a swoon of moonlight: over all, 15553|Rapt in a bliss beyond all human love, 15553|Death had ======================================== SAMPLE 395 ======================================== of good men, if I can trust him!" 36935|Tall and stately, but serene, 36935|Fairest, loveliest, like a queen! 36935|Lily-like, as thyself I see, 36935|And my heart has grown right chaste, O! 36935|I will leave thee, I will leave thee! 36935|I am weary. O, how long! 36935|I am weary of all things, O! 36935|In the summer the sweet winds blow, 36935|And with autumn thy meadows show; 36935|O, how long is the way to-day, 36935|And the spring and the autumn delay. 36935|I am weary. O, how long? 36935|Thy hopes are all dead things. They creep 36935|As though with a pang, as though with a sleep, 36935|Into my heart, and I feel through me 36935|The shadow of Hate's iron shard. 36935|When I lie awake, I hear 36935|The deep groan of the forest bird. 36935|For I am the spirit of prayer, 36935|And the way is wide open for me, O! 36935|I am weary. O, how long? 36935|Thou wilt see a field which I have trod-- 36935|The field of the shadow of God! 36935|There are tears, there are tears, for the heart 36935|Of the man who forgets it forgets us; 36935|And the voice of the bird of the woods, 36935|And the lilt of the star in the waters. 36935|O, there once again we shall stand 36935|Where the pathway begins to grow, 36935|And the tree-tops of forest and land 36935|Shall be lifted to greet us as now. 36935|I have followed the wind, I have climbed the sky, 36935|And it roared as though just for thee, love! 36935|But now it comes again, love! 36935|I have no heart to break, love! 36935|So I go my way, I have no heart to pray, 36935|And the night is sweet with the sound of to-day. 36935|O, how long is the way, love! 36935|O, how short are the hours, Love! 36935|How short the sweet hours, Love! 36935|O, how short are the kisses, Love! 36935|And the way! 36935|O, how short are the days, love! 36935|How short are the nights, love! 36935|O, how short are the nights, love! 36935|When the dawn burns, at the close of day 36935|All the shadows of night come out, love. 36935|So, when darkness has deepened the way, love, 36935|And night falls, and sleep brings no rest, 36935|I have come into the light of the day, Love. 36935|Now, O now, when the day is done, Love! 36935|Now, a dream turns to a truth, my one; 36935|Now, a dream turns to a truth, my only, 36935|And the light of life and the shadow of death 36935|Floats abroad on the shadowy shore of sleep, love, 36935|Down, down. 36935|Go, go, Love, in the moonlight 36935|Of a moonlight-white moon, 36935|Go, my dear, in the darkness 36935|Of night, and by you, 36935|In all the moonlight of moonlight, 36935|In all the moonlight of moonlight 36935|I know, and I know 36935|That the dawn of love will be ready 36935|Before your eyes, O Love! 36935|You are too dear to know me. 36935|Your words were like water. 36935|I know what they mean. 36935|I know how dark I should be. 36935|You are too dear to know me. 36935|You are too dear to know me! 36935|I would be less loved. 36935|You were more loved, I know. 36935|You are too dear for me! 36935|And I would be loved, not less. 36935|You are too dear to know me! 36935| ======================================== SAMPLE 396 ======================================== |O'er meadow, copse, and wood? and where 2620|The golden fruit that reapers love, 2620|Or ever yet the dark wood grew 2620|With a clear view of things above. 2620|And now the great sun goes down, 2620|And night hangs over hill and vale, 2620|And in the west the day grows warm 2620|With happy strokes of his refil. 2620|The day is bright and strange and new, 2620|Now birds within their trills sing, 2620|But where to-day is no change 2620|The long way stretches, bending, 2620|That leads to where the wild grapes wait 2620|In the green orchard of the vale; 2620|There is no change the breezes make, 2620|But where the new leaves first appear, 2620|New leaves and lustre take, 2620|And, rivalling back with shrill and sweet 2620|Green growth from the old earth, revive. 2620|The earth is young; but yet the tree 2620|Now stands with nodding top, and plants 2620|Its leafy boughs and dusky fruit, 2620|And the low earth lies prone and still 2620|With its own fulness veiled. 2620|The sky is young; but yet the wind, 2620|With dipping plough, with reaper light, 2620|Falls down and falls, and makes the scene 2620|Gloomy and dark. 2620|Each breeze brings tribute from the clouds; 2620|The sky is young, but yet 'tis dark; 2620|As if the earth, in days of old, 2620|Gave up its old allegiance, hoary 2620|With winter's frost and snow, 2620|And with the autumn's sun and low 2620|The great sky overcast, 2620|And in the Northland by the sea 2620|Flooded with blood and fire, 2620|There is the wild lost land to see, 2620|The strange new land to name: 2620|The world's cold wonder, and the sea, 2620|The North's bleak wonder, and the North 2620|Whose tides are bound in one. 2620|The sea in summer, and the shore 2620|Where you go down and back again, 2620|And where the tides that drift you sore 2620|Are only as a flock of reeds 2620|From which the sea has ebbed. 2620|No ship has dipped, nor sail unfurled; 2620|For where the waves are up and down 2620|You had no sound to drown. 2620|And there are crowds of worshippers 2620|Whose temples are beyond the seas, 2620|Who pray to winds in praise of Christ 2620|As if 'twas all the sea's. 2620|They know the meaning of the sea; 2620|They serve the need of men; 2620|But where is God who knoweth all 2620|The tides and tides that push and roll 2620|Under the moon that drop and fall 2620|Out of its depths, or in a dell 2620|Where no bird sings or merry thrills 2620|From its wet grave of pleasant hills 2620|And noonday's dusk and purple shade 2620|The good ships have, and anchor made; 2620|But with these waves will one not say 2620|What song-birds sing and days are dead, 2620|And in this bay our boat is lost 2620|Unless the song of waves be sung 2620|As if the waves that slip and run 2620|As if the tides that slip and run 2620|Were blown away, as if the wreck 2620|Of world forsook the shoreless past 2620|That woke him as he lay at last 2620|As when he rode to hell. 2620|'Twas now the hour of battle and the wind's pursuit 2620|And not to fight the wind but that the sky was bright. 2620|And the sun and wind had run, and on a cloudy night 2620|The hills were drenched with purple: there were flowers and trees, 2620|Meadows and daffodils and starry mountain-glens 2620|And many a lovely tree that droops and dies, 2620|And many a ======================================== SAMPLE 397 ======================================== in a foreign land, 27297|That you shall stand with me-- 27297|And when you've told the tale 27297|Of that I have to tell?" 27297|And then he turned to her 27297|And said: "In truth, 27297|Thy life is one, alas!" 27297|And so he went. And she 27297|Felt strange and strange, and said: 27297|"The mystery thy years 27297|Have known no shape, nor breath, 27297|No word, no syllable, 27297|No life, nor deed, nor death-- 27297|"And when I tell the tale 27297|Of what I have in thee-- 27297|And thee in this, forsooth, 27297|That I do mine forlorn, 27297|I find in thee a sign 27297|Of what thou art to me!" 27297|He leaned upon her neck, to share 27297|His fate with her, and sighed "I know 27297|That thou art mine--thyself alone-- 27297|I, who am thy beloved spouse-- 27297|Thy life and thy life's love, 27297|And that my love and joy was gone, 27297|And that my life was vain, 27297|And that thy name, thou sweetest one, 27297|Thou thinkest it but mean 27297|That thou in me hast nought to do 27297|With me; but only, in thy sight 27297|I still can bear thy look-- 27297|Thy look but spare, and I, at least, 27297|Am free, and love, and free. 27297|"The best is worse, unhappy one-- 27297|Ah me! I would not say 27297|More welcome to these arms of mine, 27297|For, if I do not stay 27297|To question that beloved one, 27297|I shall have more to say. 27297|"Yet I did love thee--for indeed, 27297|I love thee--for a sign 27297|Of hungering love--and no pretence, 27297|No duty, or distress, 27297|"And not a wish to see thy face 27297|When thou art near to mine. 27297|"But it may pass; and yet--and then, 27297|How shall I tell? Not now!" 27297|And, seeing her love so fond and young, 27297|And love so many times, 27297|She took her lute--the instrument 27297|Found ready--and she went. 27297|The instrument that she devised 27297|She took--the instrument was wrought-- 27297|And so they played, and so they fought, 27297|Till life was drained and gone, 27297|And every heart was cold and lone 27297|As if in death it were! 27297|Upon the viol then she laid 27297|The fingers, till she made 27297|A chord to sing so tender-well 27297|Now fitfully she played-- 27297|Then, in her hand,--they did not hear 27297|Her slightest--so she played-- 27297|And when they asked why she so loved, 27297|Yet not another word, 27297|She said her life was but a dream 27297|Of longings, and of tears, 27297|And of the last of earthly years. 27297|A strange, shy thing this lonely eve 27297|Was passing to my side, 27297|And I was very tired. 27297|I did not know what words she spake, 27297|What manner of deep speech 27297|She could not say, but still at last 27297|Was gone to seek my love. 27297|O empty hollow hand of mine! 27297|O lips that sound asleep, 27297|O lips that taste of love and wine, 27297|Would you could tell me, tell me now, 27297|Is this the end? What, ho! 27297|"O lips that sound asleep?" 27297|What is this, here, now? 27297|I will try once more, for hope will come, 27297|And I can never know 27297|How I shall come to you 27297|By the wind-wild song the way he went, 27297|The wind-wild song he had to say-- ======================================== SAMPLE 398 ======================================== from this earth, 3160|"And now in sight of Jove, behold, appear! 3160|See on yon azure dome! (a solemn sight!) 3160|Thou, Neptune, father of the western main! 3160|The God, propitious to thy sovereign will, 3160|That gilds the heaven, and spreads ambrosial still, 3160|To thee shall consecrate the bloodless shrine, 3160|And to the immortal Gods the sacred wine. 3160|"If, when a suppliant, I implore your name, 3160|I to your native ship conveys my fame, 3160|And calls you to my courts shall toil in state, 3160|A chief and master of my people’s fate. 3160|Haste then to share the feast, and when the rest 3160|Of my sad victims I shall bid you taste, 3160|The doom decreed of Heaven, with speedy hate 3160|And insult, thou shalt dread thy righteous fate. 3160|"But yet, if here thou wilt procure a foe, 3160|Or send me to the shades, (my mind grows slow) 3160|To those dread realms I fight a hostile hand, 3160|And beg thy life by mine to gratify thy demand." 3160|Thus in loud wail the funeral mother spoke, 3160|A sacred frenzy thrill’d his labouring breast; 3160|Then, rising, to her brother thus she spoke: 3160|"O brother! would that ever I had died 3160|In my loved arms, and in my father’s pride! 3160|Soon should my honour’d walls already yield, 3160|And the proud victor yield me now his shield! 3160|My best beloved is my dearest care; 3160|Haste all, and bring my last and greatest pray’r." 3160|The haughty powers the following speech deride, 3160|So sternly still the father’s prayer defied. 3160|"Forbear, (not all Atrides’ rage shall fail,) 3160|The gifts of heaven this arm shall lay on high: 3160|This hand shall rule the host, and all the gods beside." 3160|Thus with increasing force the bold knight girt 3160|His fiery sword, then from the ship unbound 3160|Bore off the treasure to the winds and gales, 3160|Then to the fleet again retraced his sails. 3160|The leader of the fleet his ready train 3160|Hasted the goods, and raised the costly train. 3160|The chief, unware, received their offer’d meat, 3160|And fill’d with genial cheer the sailors’ feasts, 3160|With wine and roasted grain, that ends their toil, 3160|And gave their friends to water for the spoil. 3160|Then gently purpled with ambrosial wine, 3160|Sage Nestor’s son the goblet Mulius crown’d, 3160|The royal water to the regal crown 3160|Given with his pledge of friendship and renown. 3160|Then to the sage Ulysses thus he said: 3160|"What words are these? what hopes have pass’d my mind! 3160|How would you mix with other boasters here, 3160|Mix’d in one common feast, and mingled there! 3160|I hoped to see you, but you see me now; 3160|How would the gods, and all the heavenly powers, 3160|Mix, then, with those who counsel and can sway 3160|The mighty, and confirm the mightier Troy? 3160|Oh that the gods, at last, the power would see 3160|The son, and make the mighty, as I see! 3160|Thy well-matched soul, great Atreus, should feel 3160|The glory, and the honour of the field, 3160|With equal courage, and unequal wars, 3160|Urged by my friend no longer to repel. 3160|’Tis now my fate this lot our eyes to share; 3160|In the same dungeon I remain with care: 3160|The day shall see my friends, be mine to guard, 3160|And send the guard where’er the winds are wafted: 3160|But ======================================== SAMPLE 399 ======================================== of her sex, I find 8187|One, who with her no friend or guide 8187|Of the lone world and country tried, 8187|And, while I feel her bosom beat 8187|My bosom in its fullest beat, 8187|While they who gave her every look, 8187|Like angels, bend to give us this-- 8187|"Love, till we come yon heaven to greet 8187|And breathe the fragrance of heaven's bliss! 8187|Sighs, as of angels sweetly sung, 8187|Praise him who gazes round and round, 8187|Till their seraphic influence, 8187|And, like the Prophet's golden cord, 8187|Heavily through their harps they wound, 8187|And through whose song the angels sang! 8187|"Breathe, breathe, so softly, as thy soul 8187|May never flutter into speech, 8187|Thy spirit will, like music shaped, 8187|Circe ever deeper and more pure, 8187|And ever loftier, round and round, 8187|Till thou art even as seraphs now-- 8187|Feel, breathe, and be thou ever near; 8187|And be thy thoughts, like harps, still harbingers 8187|Round seraph faces, till they fail 8187|To wake like ocean's after-welts, 8187|When by strange fiends in a feverish band 8187|Shrieking for mercy, till they stand 8187|Pure as the very spirit they call 8187|They feel, e'en now so pitiless. 8187|"Hear, hear, to thee, ye minstrels dear, 8187|The strains of love-syrenasies: 8187|Of the wild harp, whose tones so sweet, 8187|The soul of music finds with joy; 8187|That ditties of the heart can wrong 8187|'Tis passion's cradle-singer: 8187|Those strains, which, softer than the lute, 8187|The muses whisper to the string, 8187|Thrill, like the harp's soft echo faint, 8187|When thro' the soul it murmurs, "Hark!" 8187|That liquid tone--these notes, to me 8187|Like music from the harp's control-- 8187|I hear, with awe-struck lapping, 8187|That "hark, he enters": tho' the tone 8187|Beats louder, and more strong my own, 8187|It is as music more profound 8187|Than instrument divine of soul 8187|Can thrill with all its wildest thrill 8187|When Philomel the chord is. 8187|Oh! may we meet when, as the sun 8187|Of our existence ceases, 8187|And round our dreams, that yet are one, 8187|Time's self and nature's forces 8187|Are doubling into hours! 8187|Oh! may we meet when, as the tide 8187|Of life returns along, 8187|Thy star, thy language may efface 8187|Each cloud that sleeps along. 8187|And, parted each to form some clime, 8187|Some purer heaven than ours, 8187|We two may meet, whate'er of Time, 8187|May woo in some diviner powers 8187|The forms we worship. 8187|Farewell! the sun that rose in thee, 8187|Is shrouded now in twilight's cloud, 8187|The birds in crimson billows lave 8187|Thy couch with evening's golden shroud; 8187|The zephyrs sigh, whose light and shadow 8187|Sleep o'er this blest and holy spot, 8187|Whilst, as mine eye was fixed on thee, 8187|Around our bark the purple billows 8187|Lulled with a hymn of hope and love, 8187|As if the heaven, from its above, 8187|Was bending with an angel's motion; 8187|And, like some heavenly calm, in thee 8187|Built all the storms of storm and strife, 8187|Where, in the light of Truth's immortal smile, 8187|Hope, at her morn-star wakened fond, 8187|Had hung her bright and ======================================== SAMPLE 400 ======================================== and the great, 4006|The little, the irreverent, 4006|The passion the parents knew, 4006|The love of the father, too. 4006|This woman came by chance; 4006|For through her marriage in France 4006|A romance took place; 4006|She had become a great knight, 4006|And she came to a happy end 4006|By her husband's good intent. 4006|He had brought them in to her hand; 4006|She blushed and answered to the last. 4006|She looked, and he was at her side. 4006|His eyes were wild and wide: 4006|He took her hand, and she said, 4006|With a look of grave and sweet 4006|"I cannot love thee any more 4006|Than this wise man and doteful slave: 4006|This is no cause for my disgust." 4006|And he sat down in his grave. 4006|And the great arc-light shone; 4006|It was a glorious light; 4006|Men said, "He made his child appear; 4006|He was a man of wondrous worth, 4006|Who had no end, no birth. 4006|And now a sight was made with him-- 4006|A thing to match with in his birth." 4006|They sat him down, and she and they, 4006|And he alone, and they alone. 4006|Then came the cry of "Child!" 4006|And there with a terrible cry, 4006|When they had heard him speak, 4006|They called, as for the light, he came, 4006|He was the youngest of them all. 4006|And if they ever said, "He is 4006|The eldest who shall guide us to 4006|The threshold of the Paradise!" 4006|Then should I be ashamed; I should be 4006| ashamed that I am not as she was. 4006|So, even so, my very name forgot, 4006|A tall, tall woman, woman with soft cheeks; 4006|I can forgive all women who speak true; 4006|She was a mother of no other race. 4006|And I must pray God that He let her cease 4006|A little in her sorrows. God, in man-- 4006|She was my friend and loved--her love was such 4006|That never shall we know another woe. 4006|Then I must pray that God would send her peace, 4006|That never shall we know another woe, 4006|For when a woman's heart in woman lives, 4006|It is its own unending privilege. 4006|Then I must pray that God would send her peace, 4006|That she should take me comfort. Can it be 4006|I shall not often say "She is as fair," 4006|And she may carry blame upon my head, 4006|And keep my purpose steadfast. But, my friends, 4006|God never did prevent you from a wrong. 4006|I pray that now you may forgive me, for 4006|Your very weakness was too great, I think. 4006|I do forgive you. Nay, I pray you, do! 4006|God, if you will, forgive me! for you know 4006|The woman with her weakness, who could stand 4006|So near my heart as I would kiss her hand. 4006|A woman, I forgive you! I forgive. 4006|You say she did not love me after all; 4006|And yet I do forgive you. By the fall 4006|Of man's forgiveness, woman will be fair! 4006|I pray you, do not blame me for that sin; 4006|I pray you, do not blame me for that sin. 4006|She loved me once, and I forgive you. Nay, 4006|It is enough to pardon woman's pain. 4006|I pray you, do not punish her; but pray 4006|To pardon woman's sin, as most men may. 4006|There is no word of woman's sin to say, 4006|And there is nothing good on earth for man, 4006|As woman's duty. You shall hear my plea. 4006|I do forgive my husband. Ah, you can, 4006|I know, who speak ======================================== SAMPLE 401 ======================================== of a day. 1165|So now unto each in turn 1165|At length they welcome each 1165|The other, fair and tall and wise. 1165|They speak of one another, 1165|Of what to him the future brings. 1165|They give their thanks, as friend well knows, 1165|For gifts so rich, and gifts so rare. 1165|The day will come at last, 1165|Arrive, and rise, and set you free, 1165|And take with you a double share, 1165|In such a crowd as you shall be 1165|In joy or woe, in earth or sea. 1165|To the man that wants, 'tis vain to say: 1165|He wants the whole world's praise and gain 1165|That giveth all in turn; 1165|A single thing to praise, 'tis said, 1165|When he has none else to find-- 1165|He wants the whole world's praise and pain 1165|When he has none else to find. 1165|His friend hath all that's fair and good; 1165|He loveth best earthly things, 1165|As one who crieth at his woe 1165|Before his fellow-men, and so 1165|Enters God's world of things-- 1165|He asketh where, where all is fair 1165|To which his heart is heir. 1165|His friend hath all that's kind and true, 1165|As God doth love and keep; 1165|He asks, where none is worth nor few 1165|To find in any sleep. 1165|His friend hath better feats to do; 1165|He asks, who cares for none. 1165|He asked, whose bruises are so few 1165|To conquer with the sun? 1165|He asked, Who bruises mire and snow 1165|Till both are laid aside? 1165|He asked, whom bruises are so slow 1165|To conquer with the sun? 1165|He asked, whom bruises are so slow 1165|To conquer with the sun. 1165|He Jesus asked,--that Jesus should 1165|His holy servant be, 1165|That he might give his dearest he 1165|What is the price of thee? 1165|'Tis too much; we're too much with thee; 1165|Let me give all that's left thee now; 1165|Let me take all thou hast left thee to me. 1165|My Love to Bethl'em meet, 1165|(Oh sad, unhappy place!) 1165|His eyes were brent and white. 1165|It must be right, God knows it. 1165|He kiss'd her cheek and hand, 1165|And begg'd her that she'd take; 1165|And, pressing close to his, he robb'd her of her 1165|From the first hour of her need. 1165|"I'll walk into thy presence where, 1165|The best of men, I'll be, 1165|I'll steal out of thy presence where 1165|I can no more go with thee." 1165|The Bride, with trembling lip, cried, "No, 1165|I will not rob thy house: 1165|For I'll endure thy coming, still 1165|Thy going will be over." 1165|And Bethel's doors were fast ajar; 1165|They did not let him in. 1165|She heard, and with a boding hum, 1165|The Bride's friend set her down; 1165|She saw the little, naked child, 1165|Her father coming, going with him, 1165|And the long, bright, laden Vine, 1165|Clothed him in a new vine. 1165|"Oh, where," he cried, "shall I find thee 1165|When I to Rule and Maine shall come, 1165|Or when, to eat of thy hard heart's gall, 1165|I follow thy dear Captaining?" 1165|"Not so," she said; "my Father's fast 1165|Take me with him, till I be 1165|Lord of thy Kingdom, sure, this day 1165|My Father shall not take away." 1165|But, lo! upon his Father's countenance 1165|A trouble came as it might be. ======================================== SAMPLE 402 ======================================== for the poor, and the rich, and the ignorant. 27441|But, if you can tell all that we are about, 27441|I'll send one of your name to sup and let's in. 27441|O, this is the good hand o' a married man, 27441|Whom the devils have dug for to bury in: 27441|But to bring in the dead of him is more than the wicked, 27441|For his wife and his sons is doomed, he's dead and gone. 27441|And though a great loss to the king you owe, 27441|If he hang in the desert with our bodies on, 27441|We'll not be pursued in all the forms of hell, 27441|For it's in the heart of the innocent and the wicked, 27441|For the sins that we've borne and the sorrows that we bore. 27441|I cannot say what he did then, 27441|But, being full of the fear of men,-- 27441|The din of the battle and fighting men, 27441|For he did not know when he took his stand 27441|With the dead at the gates of the land, 27441|And there was a smell of spices and gorse 27441|Round about the trampled heather, 27441|And many had faint'd their silvery voice, 27441|But he only saw the dead man, Grey. 27441|As he laid him down, a crash did come 27441|From the battle-gallows there, 27441|And he looked with a vacant stare, 27441|And he said, with a chill despair: 27441|"I am Sick, and I want to die, 27441|For to bring you something good, 27441|That, being taken, you may not lie 27441|In the cold and silent earth." 27441|They buried him there as he lay 27441|In the cold, dead grave, and they let him lie. 27441|And all who saw him, since that dark day, 27441|Knew that he was passing brave. 27441|And a great wind blew, and the rain was deep, 27441|And the dead man saw him go, 27441|And he never saw two men that were brave so, 27441|For ever he saith to them, I trow, 27441|"If I should die this day, 27441|And leave my fellows to their faith and trust, 27441|Then I will take this for my pay,-- 27441|This for my brother Grant that's dead, 27441|And send him back to his rest." 27441|Then he took the hand that was black with blood; 27441|And the wind whistled loud and long, 27441|And a great wind blew, and the dead man saw 27441|The great wind blow the good, white snow, 27441|And said, "O prayers of mine, 27441|God's will in every clime and every plain, 27441|And every hill and each resting-place, 27441|And every quiet place 27441|For the soul to come to God's kingdom again." 27441|Then he took the hands of the good men forth, 27441|And laid them down to sleep, 27441|And they laid him down to his quiet rest. 27441|A low voice said, "He is very good, 27441|But he is a good man, I know." 27441|It was as if a thunder peal 27441|Rolled on the roof of some vast roof, 27441|And the wind rose high, and the dead man saw 27441|The great wind lift the shroud, 27441|And the dead leaves flutter to and fro, 27441|And the dying trees lift all their boughs 27441|And catch the falling notes; 27441|And the dead trees lift all their boughs, 27441|And little swallows twitter alow 27441|Like little children, and drop their cries 27441|For joy of the sun, and good-byes, 27441|To the little birds that sing. 27441|The dead men gather on the grass, 27441|And little voices sing: 27441|"O brothers, from the land of rest, 27441|We came to bear you King." 27441|And the people say that in the land 27441|God's blessed Son is born, 27441|"Whose Son shall live in ======================================== SAMPLE 403 ======================================== ; but as it was upon this day 34298|The day of peril, the great day, 34298|Stern-poised it forth, and with swift pace 34298|As of a courser, issued in the race, 34298|All ready with their master's hand 34298|To rush upon the giant band. 34298|They ran; they planted branch, and spray; 34298|They planted lance, and falchion bare; 34298|They raised a giant in his way; 34298|They planted lance, and brandished spear, 34298|And in wing'd accents called the band 34298|From the loud ranks of earth-- 34298|They swept away 34298|The tyrant's path. "Now, look! look! 34298|Hail to thy brother!" cried the crew, 34298|"Hail to thy brother!" and so on, on 34298|They went, they flew;--they pass the rock-- 34298|Sudden they fell; and the great rock 34298|Haled them, and dashed with foam their mail, 34298|And smote upon the monster mail, 34298|And on the giant, crushed, the earth 34298|Dash'd them like spray. 34298|The giant knelt; and "Hail to thee, 34298|Blest Knight," he said, "our brother's slave!" 34298|He stared, and leaning on his spear 34298|He murmur'd--"Hail to thee, thy brother's bane!" 34298|He said, and with a voice severe 34298|Last thro' the throng, "Hail to thee, Hail!" 34298|The throng was silent,--"Hail to thee, 34298|Thou guest of Gods!" the dwarf cried down, 34298|That shook the hearth;--his cheek took flame, 34298|And he leapt forth.--"Hail to thee, Hail!" 34298|"Hail to thee, Hail!"--and, panting there 34298|His breathless body sunk to air; 34298|"Hail to thee, Persepolis!" he cried, 34298|"Hail to thee, Hail!" and, murmuring, died 34298|Upon the marble floor. 34298|The king sat by the king, and said,-- 34298|"Hail to thee, Persepolis!" he said, 34298|"Oh Persepolis!" 34298|A thousand men 34298|Of lesser kith and tongue 34298|Stood before the king, and cried 34298|The king, "Hail to thee, Persepolis!" 34298|The dwarf set off they drew 34298|The dwarf's face; but the king, and he, 34298|Took the dwarf by the hand. 34298|"Hail to thee, Persepolis!" he said;-- 34298|"Hail to thee, Persepolis!" 34298|The dwarf set off she knelt and pray'd; 34298|The king saw him die, and cried,-- 34298|"Hail to thee, Persepolis!" 34298|The dwarf went forth she knelt and said. 34298|"The dwarf shall die before my face! 34298|_The dwarf shall die before my side!_ 34298|_I have no fear, no woe at all_;-- 34298|And so, he said. 34298|"I fear the churl whose steel draws near 34298|And closes us, and turns, and frees, 34298|That we may meet our doom!" 34298|And as the dwarf aloft replied-- 34298|"_I die before the dawn!_"-- 34298|The dwarf set off the sun-beam flung 34298|A crimson cloud; and round Him hung 34298|His golden sickles, furbelious, 34298|With woven crimson traceries, 34298|And a strange light on the dwarf's face. 34298|Yet, where he stood, as the king said,-- 34298|The dwarf's face,--the dwarf's,--and then-- 34298|"_The dwarf shall die before my face!_" 34298|It was as if the great Earth wore 34298|Its shroud of flesh! Not pallid flame 34298|Of tapers bled on a face of fear; 34298|But all the ======================================== SAMPLE 404 ======================================== , 28591|No matter though they'll know thy ways, 28591|If thou art any one I care 28591|To make them love thee more. 28591|The light thou seest for the sake 28591|Of beauty in the light Thou hast, 28591|On beauty's other side it blesses, 28591|To find in thee a bond. 28591|Thou dost not ask an erring thought, 28591|That should assistance give; 28591|Thy hopes have not been crossed by Time, 28591|They are not for a change, I find; 28591|But thou art more a man to love, 28591|Thou dost not speak for joy. 28591|O, thou! whose goodness doth enwheel 28591|All other minds from Thee! 28591|Oh! who in thee will feel the pang 28591|That pierces me to Thee? 28591|Who, in the earth, shall feel the stir 28591|Of earth-and-earth that saps my bones, 28591|Their end and aimless growth? 28591|Who, though the sun rise, see me not, 28591|Nor the moon's shadow cast upon my form, 28591|Not even the death-light of a single day, 28591|Nor the fresh night-shadows that unroll 28591|The dust from off my breast, 28591|Hear'st thou not the strong thunder's roar, 28591|That rends the forest, and the clouds, 28591|When any one doth rest? 28591|'Mid the hoarse roar and the fire's glare, 28591|And the voice of night, 28591|I feel thy presence: 'Mid the fear 28591|Of a thousand things that I see not, 28591|Yet hear not the blasts that come 28591|O'er me; 28591|I hear not thy voice: I mark not 28591|The sign upon the scroll; 28591|But I see things I will not see, 28591|And this I know for truth-- 28591|The soul of light, of heavenly light 28591|That shineth as a star, 28591|And hath a joy for all that is, 28591|And endures in Heaven-- 28591|A joy whose virtue is a might, 28591|Whose guerdon is a fiery star, 28591|Whose love, and hope, and faith, are one, 28591|And with it is one thing, 28591|So great to bear, so brave to dare, 28591|So sweet to love and be so fair 28591|The grief and pain of any hour, 28591|But I have seen--or dreamt thee there-- 28591|One peerless meteor sweeping 28591|Amazed the waste and all its wealth; 28591|And now I see thy radiant form 28591|Like to a shining butterfly 28591|Light-mated with my own calm mien, 28591|And that unchanging look 28591|That hangs upon itself serene 28591|Thro' heaven and visits earth and skies 28591|As if no scene of love was there, 28591|But a white, sunny cloudlet 28591|In the fields of light that are not dark. 28591|I can see nothing of thy face 28591|Or of thy grief or joy, 28591|Whether of sorrow or defeat, 28591|Whether of calm or joy. 28591|I see but her, who is the eye 28591|Of God, on whose account 28591|All beauty and all suffering lie, 28591|As o'er the calm there is an eye 28591|Of worth unknown to me. 28591|This is the Spirit of the Lord. 28591|Look now, where shines the light 28591|Between thy brows and mine. 28591|Gather the dews of heaven upon 28591|The brow of night that is our own; 28591|And let the stars above it shine 28591|Upon their holy spheres alone. 28591|Here let not night embalmed remain, 28591|Nor dreams of rest be crossed; 28591|We have a part in this brief day, 28591|That heals the heart in loss. 28591|Give me my lowly chamber, 28591|Wherein is set my store, 28591|Wherein, with thee, ======================================== SAMPLE 405 ======================================== of the whole. 2334|"You should have thought of him and then 2334|He seems so like what's told to men; 2334|But I'll tell you what he thinks of me 2334|When I have seen his eyes so thin; 2334|And why I've never seen him yet-- 2334|He's such a perfect man! And yet, 2334|Perhaps a trifle more or less, 2334|Like all of us, in life and ways, 2334|I've seen him--and I know his praise!" 2334|And while she watched him, where she stood, 2334|He humbly at her side was viewed, 2334|And then in gentle tones and low, 2334|That sweetest singer's praise did flow: 2334|"I hold him still, and cannot hear 2334|That death is at the door for me; 2334|The grave its lonely gloom reveals, 2334|And the still chamber, where I knelt 2334|And pray for me with all thy soul. 2334|"Thou ask'st what I can never learn, 2334|And then, I think, 'tis endless fools; 2334|And then my judgment seems to be 2334|A judgment from eternity!" 2334|The poet, one who feels the sun, 2334|Regretting when he once has set, 2334|Loathed himself for hours a minute, 2334|But by the length he took a seat-- 2334|"You know that I'm a nice young man, 2334|Yet, for all this and for that cause, 2334|I've not a bit decided with you; 2334|My homely life is not a sadness-- 2334|The smiles we smile on are not gladness!" 2334|The painter, one who feels content, 2334|And never seems to care or fret-- 2334|"You never do me wrong--and yet, 2334|It is not half her wiles--and yet"-- 2334|Till his quick eyes begin to close 2334|He scarce can lift his head--"O'er-night, 2334|My plans shall rise and soar aright, 2334|I cannot help it--I have two 2334|Most perfect, though my love be few-- 2334|And not one angry word I need 2334|At court, or at a court indeed! 2334|"And yet, my girl, there is one charm 2334|Which still, or seems to make me sick, 2334|If fortune come in want of will, 2334|I will not strive to make me quiet-- 2334|I feel the weight of all my misery, 2334|I almost feel it is not I!" 2334|These three are but the shades of flowers, 2334|The sweetest of the summer hours. 2334|A violet by a mossy spring 2334|That stands above our garden's wall, 2334|With sunshine in its golden heart, 2334|Where blooms and dies the lonely day, 2334|And where the summer gipsy calls 2334|The sun his wandering nomads gray. 2334|A lily of the valley green 2334|That stands above our garden scene, 2334|With blooms and flowers of every hue, 2334|To stand on sunny banks of dew, 2334|Or shine a day-glor on the wall 2334|Where yet the lily waxes tall, 2334|But to forget the sunny day 2334|Doth change to gray beneath my touch, 2334|A lovely little lily too, 2334|With whitest bloom and birdlike face, 2334|Yet never to be worn by care; 2334|It stands on sunny banks of air. 2334|It wears upon it all my joy-- 2334|A waving waving of its wings, 2334|A gleam of sun, a loving heart, 2334|It fills me with a glad surprise, 2334|When I can see with glowing eyes 2334|The banks and vistas of mankind. 2334|O thou, by Nature taught to bloom 2334|In time of woe and sensual gloom, 2334|To clothe the naked every day 2334|With chastenity of perfect day, 2334|To clothe unrestrained in righteousness, 2334|And rouse the guilty till ======================================== SAMPLE 406 ======================================== out of heaven's depths, that we 34237|May still be able to believe 34237|In all he says and doth believe. 34237|The spirit which the heavens control 34237|Now wanders back, and I resign 34237|Myself to him, and him I love. 34237|As some fair tree, by tempests torn 34237|And bruised by winds against the sky,-- 34237|Which, stript of all its beauties, lies, 34237|When all its leaves and flowers fly by; 34237|So I, in this secluded spot, 34237|Where Nature's gentle hand has gained 34237|A sweet forget-me-not, hath found 34237|A heart which, bruised henceforth, found 34237|A spot where never sorrows were, 34237|My spirit, in most sorrowful mood, 34237|Forgets all joy, hates all regret. 34237|Though joy be but a transient thing, 34237|What can it profit, that it bring 34237|No joy to miserable man, 34237|Whose life is but a worthless span? 34237|But the sweet joy that comes again, 34237|And comes, and comes, and goes, and comes, 34237|Full of the gathered thoughts that pain, 34237|And love, and joy, and grief and sin, 34237|Cannot as yet its being scan. 34237|Not so the joy whose stepdame falls 34237|Bidden into the lonely hall; 34237|And not the hall that holds her guest, 34237|Where her sad mother's day is ended; 34237|Not she, whose breast is ever pressed 34237|To keep the hope of youth denied, 34237|But she, whose heart has long been blest 34237|With the bliss love gives for our pride. 34237|Love, whose arms are round us now, 34237|With love's device devised and wrought, 34237|Stabbed and betaken, doth not know 34237|The bond of time to mortal thought, 34237|Nor can the soul its faith refuse 34237|Though love should for a moment swerve. 34237|Love, for I love thee may forget, 34237|Tolling sweet music in the air, 34237|But with a voice of no such wit 34237|As is the voice of every where, 34237|And in the heart as clear as fair 34237|Is felt thy spirit passing by, 34237|In thy soft hour of passing by? 34237|For the joys in the life are these, 34237|And the joys in the love lives still; 34237|But the joys, though never guessed, 34237|And when once almost past, are best. 34237|We meet in the windy weather, 34237|And the sun does shine; 34237|We meet in the happy weather, 34237|On the happy sign: 34237|"To the good or bad together 34237|Do we always run,-- 34237|We two together, never 34237|Parting, never done." 34237|In the happy spring of the year, when the leaves are on the tree, 34237|And the year is lit with birds, and the days with seasons flee, 34237|We sit by the fireside, and the golden season calls us home, 34237|And sigh the fill to unlit the house with all its clamourings, 34237|Yet ever we meet and ever, as in the golden years of old, 34237|There's a joy about the household, there's a rapture in the birth 34237|Because we have garnered joys that all the oceans of the earth 34237|Claim as rightful to be marred, and never have we gotten woe, 34237|And all the land, the golden, that the seasons ever flee, 34237|Claims for its special splendor, as the joys that here have come. 34237|Then, when the seasons and the seasons shall take all their part 34237|And, when the fleeting past behind the present passes by 34237|In the shadow of forgetting, we shall sigh and work and smile, 34237|And think of the precious apples we have nurtured long ago 34237|In the little hands we planted and the plough, and never soil 34237|In the little hands we tilled and husked as home-made slaves, 34237| ======================================== SAMPLE 407 ======================================== through the wide, long, winding Vaiau, 37804|The teeming soil beneath whose yellow fruit 37804|The autumn flowers, like Indian bees, and sowed 37804|The garden with the purple of the May, 37804|Rained balm. 37804|What time the tulips and the blue calamus 37804|In all their treasuries did seem to sigh, 37804|Sighs of slow furtive water, and the blue 37804|Coloring air. 37804|And now the tulips, by the golden plinth 37804|Of autumn sunnier than the jocund Spring, 37804|Hung shadowy in the melancholy South, 37804|And the blue violet, for May's sole crown, 37804|Was born, and in blue heaven a diadem, 37804|Whose yellow leaves, outspread upon the plain, 37804|Hung pendent from the leaves, a glittering rain. 37804|What wonder in the days, when I awoke 37804|To find my error, and behold in me 37804|That which I never more shall see again, 37804|That which thou seest not. 37804|'Alas! my waking wishes, O my friends! 37804|The day is dim, and I must kneel and pray 37804|Not to forget thee, as I sought to do 37804|By our old garden ruined, where my rose 37804|Is withered and withered. O remember me! 37804|Remember me! remember me to thee, 37804|For I was once companion in the walks, 37804|In that sweet season when all beauty fades. 37804|'I pass'd the summer in the glowing light 37804|Of the wide heaven, at the close of day, 37804|Then turn'd to the wide sea and made his pile 37804|As if they surely should, and he did leave 37804|The scene in darkness and in waters deep. 37804|'The summer had been spent, and Autumn came 37804|And brought again his triumph to the sky, 37804|And that fair garden in the evening lay 37804|As if it had not been a palace--gone. 37804|'And still the palace stood, and desolate. 37804|And then I saw a sudden flame leap out, 37804|Flaming intensely, from the gorgeous room, 37804|Like a black-flaming censer, and a glare 37804|That had consumed all heaven,--for with it burned 37804|The day, and all the forest seemed asleep. 37804|'I, too, at night, upon this fair retreat 37804|Watched the faint embers of the summer fall, 37804|And saw no living creature waking there, 37804|Save the white violets, whose faint perfume 37804|Was faint odours in the breath of sunny June. 37804|'I knew all this, that miserable day, 37804|When, through the blackness o'er me, all the sun 37804|Came out and shone upon a summer scene, 37804|With no one on my left but the cold sea, 37804|No wave to touch the threshold of my sleep. 37804|'The night was dark, and I alone, unseen, 37804|Walk'd in the woods, where no one seemed to walk, 37804|And I was lost in darkness. Yet, I knew 37804|That I was wandering in a haunted land, 37804|Nor ever rumour of this awful night 37804|Could lift me from my sleep to dreamless rest, 37804|But I remember all the burning gleams 37804|Of torches, and I knelt and worshipp'd them, 37804|Till all the burning flutes were blown of old, 37804|And all the strange white moonlight of the sun, 37804|Glittering and beautiful with gems and dim. 37804|There was no thought but of life, and, oh! there came 37804|A thought of life, full surely and divine, 37804|And that which made all suns born into being 37804|Are not live instincts, but are sentient and sentient, 37804|Like to some unimaginable thing. 37804|'There are new worlds I said I had pass'd through, 37804|And I grew dizzy--I pass'd on and lost, 37804|And the moon sank and all the stars shone out. 37 ======================================== SAMPLE 408 ======================================== |And then I had the power 1030|To comfort my sick heart; 1030|In this world it seemed best to take me in _ continually;_ 1030|We have been out together, 1030|We have been up and over, 1030|And we are never parted. 1030|And I was still and very lonely, 1030|And my heart began to beat; 1030|The shadow fell on the ground. 1030|And in the valley I lay, 1030|And the shadow was not here. 1030|The moon was up above us, 1030|And the shadow in the moon; 1030|The stars that sang together 1030|On the golden-loafed air, 1030|Were shining in the noonday. 1030|And I rose up with my reason 1030|And cast myself on the earth, 1030|And the shadow arose and fell. 1030|But the shadow drew nearer, 1030|I said: 1030|_You must rest now, you lonely one, 1030|While the moon is overhead. 1030|The moon is rising, the sun is up; 1030|She beckons to you from the cloud. 1030|You may have wandered far 1030|But I have nought to do._ 1030|In my heart 1030|I was afraid, 1030|But it was night. 1030|But I know the night! 1030|I know that this is no more, you will not enter in the darkness! 1030|The light is quenched upon the earth, 1030|The moon is rising, 1030|The stars are wan like melted gold. 1030|But you, like one whom long 1030|She loved so well, 1030|Will fade, and turn to dust and cold 1030|To ashes, and a bell. 1030|And then the wind will blow 1030|Until its heart shall cry itself aloud, 1030|And the trees will grow 1030|Into pale as ghostly candles 1030|Among the mould; 1030|And the moon will lie and wane, 1030|A death-like pall; 1030|And the owl will also cry: 1030|I wait for him at rain. 1030|The night will come and go, 1030|The moon will set the trees, 1030|But, as you lie so still, I will hear him 1030|As he lies cold upon the ground. 1030|It is his eyes you see, 1030|His hand across his knees, 1030|He will not come to me! 1030|And my heart will break with pain, 1030|Although his hand be cold as death, 1030|In a place that is apart 1030|Beyond your dreams of night. 1030|I lay you in your dreams, 1030|Child of my heart, 1030|And your eyes are wild and sad. 1030|Child of my heart, 1030|Child of my heart, 1030|Child of my heart, 1030|All on a day the sun went down, 1030|And birds will sing the whole day long, 1030|But I shall lie so still and cold 1030|While the wind blows out of the hill 1030|And I shall look so stiff and gray 1030|Because the spring is here. 1030|What is it that you hear 1030|In the wind like a tired child, 1030|As it flutters and flutters by 1030|And sighs out over the sky? 1030|What is it that you see, 1030|In the wind like a tired child, 1030|As it flutters and flutters by 1030|And sighs out over the sky? 1030|Child of my heart, 1030|Child of my heart, 1030|You are dead, and we must be fed, 1030|Child, with your eyes forever bright; 1030|But the sun has darkened the earth 1030|With its beauty and the sun. 1030|In the wind it's neither cold nor grey, 1030|But always the sun's above, 1030|As his rays outlive the day, 1030|As he dies through the wind. 1030|What is it that you see, 1030|In the wind as he passes by 1030|And the light grows faint and ======================================== SAMPLE 409 ======================================== of the world, as thou may'st fancy right, 615|And of the good Orlando, if thou think'st 615|That he for thee will put his hand to light;-- 615|As sure as Pallas may thy foe's defence 615|Take with thee at one blow that threatens harm, 615|Will he by one or by the other stand, 615|And will he whirl thee down into the champaign, 615|And let thee fall into the foaming flood, 615|If that thou know thy vigour, when he stood 615|On Pallas' helm; nor yet in those two thrones, 615|Unless your face shine beautified with scars. 615|"I, to think shame it is some shame to boast 615|At thine by all thy followers here below; 615|And therefore hold me with thine hand most boast, 615|Or rather say I should not wear that shield. 615|But he that takes the buckler with the garb 615|Will have it for the soldier, for his foe." 615|So boasted he; and Roland hasted thence, 615|Bearing the shield with joy and pride and cheer, 615|And took his horse, his shield and breastplate, bare: 615|To Olivier and Gernot, who descried 615|Such feats, the emperor was no less than he, 615|That for his daring deeds the war was done. 615|Marphisa from her bosom to the earth 615|Had changed her visage with her sex's hue; 615|When for the warrior, who had marked her birth, 615|Her form, and stature, changed in rank no more, 615|Beneath her veil, appeared a thing to scorn, 615|As all the world would gaze on. In the field 615|The count of Pisa was of good emprize, 615|And she was deeming wont to take the prize 615|Withal, as best she can of all, the prize; 615|And he who won it for the present way 615|Would seek it for herself; but he who wins forbears 615|To take, perforce, that prize, which is her prize; 615|And for the first she's loosed from man to man, 615|Her name, and deeds, a woman's name would rear. 615|And when that damsel was her prize so past 615|Perforce the dame exhorts the rest to be; 615|Who, that to find the youth so hard of hand, 615|Could not refuse a second prize to see. 615|Nor would he deem the damsel would gainsay 615|More than his thought; but that the count replies: 615|'Tis plain, to her advantage she foregoes; 615|Nor can such beauties as her beauty rise: 615|Nor this your present pleasure keeps away, 615|To make you lose a day where'er she flies. 615|"The following day, that never yet had day, 615|Was the fair damsel of that noble train, 615|-- As they encountered Fortune in her way -- 615|Abandoning herself upon the plain; 615|So that she, in the eve, pursued the way 615|To where the Christian seemed, and what was gain. 615|"This while her course few months remained. The dame 615|Bewailing her unfaithful love and spite; 615|Having reduced that fair one to a snake, 615|And cheated by Melissa, that the dame, 615|Returned from the enchantress, should take fright. 615|And was by nature prompt to grant her right, 615|Or she would bring it, for herself she weds 615|In purity, and he the prize prefers. 615|Yet whatso fair she from her eyes lags clear, 615|Will she her to him never once be seen. 615|"But he who thinks how passing seems the prize, 615|Nor vainly wills, nor yet too frequently prays. 615|He, after seeing she can bear no weight, 615|Will swear to him she has no heart of prey. 615|For in her morn the ill to him befalls, 615|Nor to her eyes will he her heart appay. 615|She to her husband spurs his quest, and falls 615|To him; nor him will I my prayer gainsay, 615|Nor will I yield her all her life for dower, 615|For this is certain she has heard my dower," 615|(The dame ======================================== SAMPLE 410 ======================================== again, 23972|With his lips on the velvet, and his soul 23972|Limp and wavering with the fall of tears: 23972|"O bird of song, thou wert a friend to me, 23972|But, bird, my day is past. 23972|"On Earth's great Longings 23972|"I have loved thee, sweet is thy song--but, bird, 23972|I have been a friend for all thy twittering. 23972|Thou art not of earth the symbol, I believe. 23972|O bird, thou art not life the symbol. 23972|"A world that I would not see; 23972|There is much that here is noble and brave, 23972|But ne'er shall I see thee more!" 23972|They parted, the sunset star 23972|Of the evening's tinge and sheen-- 23972|Moved the light of the spirit's room-- 23972|And there silently stood. 23972|But the one was a spirit; the other a soul; 23972|And he loved her for her that night. 23972|She was a maiden of the land 23972|That lives in the blue sea! 23972|With a heart that loves the sea, 23972|And hearts that hate the shore, 23972|She stood beside the blue sea, 23972|And called him by his name! 23972|She called him by the name 23972|That lies in the blue sea! 23972|She knew no woe or pain-- 23972|She knew no cross, and yet 23972|There came a smile for him 23972|Who had loved her more than him, 23972|Yet she knew he was forgot, 23972|And loved but for her more 23972|Than ever he knew before, 23972|Yet she knew his every look, 23972|Yet she knew him by the book 23972|That the one red stain of red 23972|Was written on his heart, 23972|And his lips, and hers apart 23972|Were parted by the foam, 23972|And his mouth, and hers apart 23972|Was heard, as he had heard-- 23972|And he felt her still, and turned 23972|His face to the sea again. 23972|It will not trouble you to know 23972|A friend so fair as I-- 23972|Alone and sad and slow. 23972|I am so weary of my way, 23972|I wish to live as long ago 23972|As once I did for you. 23972|We do not strive to hide our love, 23972|Nor try to hide our pain-- 23972|Let me but love one night above 23972|The stone-strewn burial-stone-- 23972|The last long vigil of a grave. 23972|And there the truth shall never be told: 23972|The grave itself I did not see; 23972|And yet I do not know. 23972|I did not ask to share your joy; 23972|Your grave itself I did not know, 23972|Till in my grave I did. 23972|I did not ask to share your pain-- 23972|Your grave itself I did not know; 23972|And yet I do not know. 23972|We walked beside the moor 23972|The noon, the live day: 23972|He who trod the earth 23972|Breathless lay before me 23972|By that lonely May. 23972|And you, for the world's sake, 23972|Who are friends so near to me 23972|That you seem so far away, 23972|Come again, come again. 23972|Let the mists and shadows 23972|Vanquish from the sky-- 23972|Let the clouds of night 23972|Wake and falter by. 23972|Let the mists and shadows 23972|Vanquish from the day-- 23972|Let one little tear 23972|Bring the mist away-- 23972|Let one little tear 23972|Bring the mist away. 23972|We walked beside the moor 23972|The noon, the live day: 23972|He who trod the earth 23972|Breathless lay before me 23972|By that lonely May. 23972|And my love, my own, 23972|Will forever ======================================== SAMPLE 411 ======================================== and the whole universe, 1035|And with it all things that He made. 1035|There is a wonder in His face 1035|That has no subtle anywhere 1035|As He has seen what was the way. 1035|For, somehow, at his foot a sound 1035|And the time of the dark hour 1035|Was coming on him, and no sound 1035|But the far distant mountain air-- 1035|The wonder of the mountain height, 1035|Or the great white mountain stair-- 1035|Or something more than vision clear 1035|Of His great Master drawing near 1035|And clinging to His garment's hem 1035|Who saw the thing and knew the star-- 1035|Or the vast, lifting moon so high, 1035|With a keen, shining, starry eye, 1035|As though the answer must have come, 1035|Why, then, that awful question came; 1035|Why, why, that awful something--hum 1035|That awful something with a shout 1035|So terrible, so strong, so loud? 1035|I think, because His voice is sweet 1035|When I have heard it, He will greet 1035|And comfort me when I shall think 1035|Of some one radiant with a link 1035|So strange and beautiful to-day. 1035|I shall not feel His touch and say 1035|'I am a thing of small estate,' 1035|And yet, before my soul can say 1035|'Some day I shall be rich and great, 1035|And at a certain dawn of Spring 1035|I shall go home and dance with Him 1035|To find that I am poor and mean, 1035|And I shall have to say at noon: 1035|That there will be a Heaven I know 1035|Where all the shining stars are one. 1035|I shall not be a thing for hate 1035|And yet I'll do the best I can 1035|To help Him in His way that's good 1035|And if I cannot see the sun 1035|I'll be content with little rain 1035|And when the sky is clear again 1035|I shall not hear the robins sing 1035|The last song that the robins bring. 1035|And when they tell the morning sky 1035|That stars are not the things that I 1035|Are--and the sun is not the sun 1035|And when I hear the robin's voice 1035|I must not follow any choice. 1035|For there have been a night of love 1035|And there have been a day of care 1035|And there have been a day of sorrow 1035|And many-coloured faces care 1035|For stars and flowers though no one knows 1035|What star-bright flowers are everywhere. 1035|The world is wide as I have seen, 1035|But there's an end to all it can 1035|Be there, let's curse the coming rain, 1035|If you've got a little rain. 1035|The night is wide as any land. 1035|The sun shines bright and bravely there. 1035|And when the last cloud-break is red 1035|He'll see the light in every face 1035|And take my hand and go his own 1035|And show me all the world is best 1035|And give to every little grief 1035|And keep that little drop to me 1035|When I am old and wise and bleak 1035|And can earn my bread and sew again. 1035|For I am very small and young 1035|And I can bow quite quietly 1035|To the fire for which my clothes are bought 1035|And can buy my little rain and soak 1035|And I can prove my clothes again. 1035|There is a garden I may not see 1035|In the land that's pleasant to the eye, 1035|And I have neither fence nor tree 1035|In my garden now I sell to lie 1035|For a bird or for a butterfly 1035|And yet when winter comes at last 1035|It is not quite the place I see, 1035|But where in the most everything 1035|The spring brings flowers and trees and men 1035|And everything that shall befall 1035|Must lie, and it will turn to spring 1035 ======================================== SAMPLE 412 ======================================== |Where are we now?--O, where? 22142|Hearts that loved, 22142|Weeping, year by year, 22142|But they do not part: 22142|If broken-hearted we, 22142|Then they lie apart. 22142|When they sleep in lasting rest, 22142|All our pleasures vanish; 22142|Then for this we mourn our breast, 22142|And wish in vain we had. 22142|We love, and no more we feel, 22142|Till youth grows less and less, 22142|Then the joy-bell shall toll the knell 22142|Of our age and our woes: 22142|Then the heart shall wake from night, 22142|And the last shall sleep in the light, 22142|And the last then sleep in the light 22142|Of the day that shall be. 22142|"The rose that witcheth in the sun 22142|Is more to worth than beauty won," 22142|The heart that love can bless is 22142|That fears not shower or polish on; 22142|While love's a flower, 'tis worth a flower,-- 22142|Love's an oasis borrowed from the hour. 22142|So love's a garden;--dew it may be-- 22142|A little shrine for fancy there, 22142|Odours to make the rose's loveliest 22142|Bring all its dreams to happy air. 22142|But when its rose,--the wildest theme 22142|That e'er attempted to be true,-- 22142|With sweet expression linked to dream, 22142|Makes all its smiling daylight flow 22142|Like some rich perfume we bring, 22142|We seem to see from wall and tree 22142|The rose in hue of lazuli. 22142|And so its rose,--that white and red, 22142|Like rose and rubies born of fire,-- 22142|With red and blue the rose is wed, 22142|And Beauty breathes the vintages. 22142|But when the rose's bloom is laid away, 22142|The sweetest rose will miss its hue 22142|When winter's snow-cloud, chill and gray, 22142|Arose in crimson for its hue. 22142|And when the rose in pink is laid, 22142|The rose will miss its tender star 22142|When winter's dew is on the blade 22142|Of rose and leafing merriment; 22142|But when the rose herself has made 22142|A pathway for the wanderer's feet 22142|Through the still grove, where oft she strayed, 22142|The wind will sigh itself away 22142|And whisper its sweet, soft sigh through, 22142|And whisper its sweet words that day 22142|When hearts were fit to break and sever, 22142|And all their secrets will be buried 22142|Deep in the grave--where she is buried. 22142|So, when the rose at evening dies 22142|In shy, pale lips that chill the rose, 22142|And all its loveliness from lies 22142|Lie hid in flowers as in repose, 22142|Till the last dew-drops crown their pride, 22142|Till the sad morning's sun is dried, 22142|Till the sad night-breeze weeps above 22142|The flowers that were so dear, so loved, 22142|And the rose dies above, and Love 22142|Is killed with grief and love's regret,-- 22142|Then, then, my love! 22142|Then, while the night-years hurry by 22142|And chill the rose, so fond and shy, 22142|No lover of the rose will die 22142|Because she weeps to hide her eye. 22142|Then o'er the rose the sun will throw 22142|A shade, whose light will never die 22142|And, buried in the rose, will go 22142|In rose-leaf thoughts to sleep at last. 22142|And when the rose shall come again 22142|Its hue will slither from the stain 22142|Of blood-red rose, and the bud is blighted 22142|With tear-drops o'er it, and the bud is blighted 22142|With tear-drops o'er the broken heart 22142|Of a sad, last, ======================================== SAMPLE 413 ======================================== ; 2620|In a little space of heaven, 2620|Where the sun's too good to come: 2620|And a star into the centre, 2620|And the moon's too good to roam. 2620|And a cloud has come enchained on 2620|Since the sun-down went to rest; 2620|And the Moon is far behind, 2620|And the Moon and stars are round, 2620|And the Sun is far to go 2620|To the place where the Moon's to sleep; 2620|And the Earth too far away, 2620|From her safe-fast silent sky, 2620|Lieth, shining in her ray, 2620|And the Moon that shines on high. 2620|I know not how,--but that thou art 2620|Above me, Sun! or I,-- 2620|Above, or any other part, 2620|Still holding thee, I pray. 2620|I know not, if I rightly knew, 2620|Thy sovereignty, when I was still 2620|Laid up for good, or bad, or good; 2620|Which now, good Moon, thy kingdom see, 2620|Or guess at aught, or guess at me. 2620|If to be perfect I am not, 2620|Please thy fair face, thy finny brow, 2620|Thy weather, and thy noble air, 2620|Thy fresh and fresh attire, I pray, 2620|With pure heart-dew, or haply stain, 2620|Be still my spirit, as before, 2620|Or say I am,--but as thou wishest 2620|My heart-blood, let it be! 2620|I do not love thee, O my Sun! 2620|For I would love, as I have done, 2620|If thou mightst be my sun! 2620|I love thee, dearest, for thine eyes, 2620|And for thy lips, the sweetest sweet; 2620|I sing the praise that crowns thine head, 2620|I lay thy kisses everywhere: 2620|I love thee, Earth! for thy pure gaze 2620|Declares it is the love of Heaven. 2620|I do not love thee, O my Sun! 2620|For I would feed, if not for thee, 2620|On Nature's store, or Adam's bliss; 2620|But if all other things prove new, 2620|I love thee still,--or bid thee love me! 2620|I wish I were where Helen lies; 2620|Night and day on me she cries; 2620|O that I were where Helen lies, 2620|On high my heart I set eyes! 2620|Yet if I were where Helen lies, 2620|On high my heart I set eyes! 2620|Ah! that I were where Helen lies, 2620|On high my heart I set eyes! 2620|Yet if I were where Helen lies, 2620|On high my heart I'd set eyes! 2620|And there I would be where Helen lies, 2620|On high my heart I'd set eyes! 2620|Yet if I were where Helen lies, 2620|On high my heart I'd set eyes! 2620|Ah! that I were where Helen lies, 2620|On high my heart I'd set eyes! 2620|A well there is, where peace shall be, 2620|For who that finds one finds in me! 2620|A well, where peace to be, 2620|For who that finds in me! 2620|A well, where all my powers are gone, 2620|For who that finds them there, alone! 2620|There is not Helen here, the Maid, 2620|But far away her spirit laid. 2620|O Helen! when thy beauty dies, 2620|There is not Helen here, but thee! 2620|O well, Oiven awhile my heart! 2620|For who that finds in thee is free! 2620|What can thine angelic temple mean 2620|If I should only be! 2620|Tune--"_The King of France bears the harp._" 2620|A maid in the Highlands brawls a' over, 2620|And I am here to tell my Jean; 2620|Wi' twa white hands she spread ======================================== SAMPLE 414 ======================================== , 1279|The sun is waukin, and the sands o' winter run, 1279|And wild goes Willie o'er the sea. 1279|O Willie, open the door! 1279|It is the moon, and the tide; 1279|Over the hills is the south wind rushing, rushing, 1279|The night is wearing to the west; 1279|We canna sleep when the tempests blaw, 1279|For Willie's driving aff to west. 1279|O Willie, open the door! 1279|There is a waefu' o' the grain, 1279|And a waefu' o' the barley bree, 1279|That waes for the harvest again; 1279|And the winds a- complaining, doond aboon, 1279|Where a' thing seems t' invite the koon. 1279|O weary, weary wights! 1279|There's little left to deplore; 1279|For the kindest heart that e'er wore 1279|Is the winsome, bonnie Mary O. 1279|She has twa fain be douefu' 1279|That will never come hame; 1279|She has twa fames and she has twa fames 1279|That will never come hame; 1279|And if aye the door be open wide, 1279|And if I should tak' the mair, 1279|I'll let her in wi' nae care. 1279|She has twa fames, &c. 1279|I have twa fames, &c. 1279|My lady's ta'en her mantle o' blue, 1279|An' my lady's ta'en her gowden hair; 1279|But the wind it blew it blew for you, 1279|An' kind Love has rain'd the roun' my hair; 1279|But the wind it blew for you, my fair. 1279|She has twa fames, &c. 1279|But the chair it's wearie wi' care; 1279|For my lord's baith dead and awa; 1279|And a' the wreck of his heart, my fair! 1279|And the wind it blew for you, my fair! 1279|Wha is the friend o' me? 1279|Wha is the friend o' me? 1279|He gae my heart ay deil him na! 1279|The miser langs to win. 1279|The blithest day may dree an' fa', 1279|But far, far off are we! 1279|Wha is the friend o' me? 1279|Wha is the friend o' me? 1279|By love and truth I hae a friend, 1279|And very dear was I: 1279|Wha is the friend o' me? 1279|Cauld poverty's cauld hand I press, 1279|That guards a man sae dear-- 1279|And a' the wreck o' a heart-cheeliness 1279|Comes nae ane's worth aear. 1279|I hae a wife, sae sweet she 's fair; 1279|I hae a ready heart; 1279|But she 's a modest, modest share, 1279|And a' things great and art: 1279|The furr that 's deein for a hair, 1279|And the hour o' ither mair; 1279|And fautless is the heart that 's sair 1279|To be sae guid and kind. 1279|I hae a wife, sae kind and dear; 1279|I hae a ready arm; 1279|But the fau'ts ither than Fairfield ha' 1279|That needs a staunch bannock. 1279|And ony ither thing I care, 1279|And I will care to fand; 1279|Sae I will think upon it a' 1279|Sae I will think upon it a', 1279|The puirliest in a' the warld. 1279|I hae a wife, sae sweet she 's fair; 1279|I hae a ready arm; 1279|But the fau'ts ither than Fairfield ha' 1279|That needs a stout bann ======================================== SAMPLE 415 ======================================== of the dead, and those that lie at home, 658|And those that wander far away, 658|Have all that God hath given to man. 658|And now the gates of darkness hold 658|The people of the earth, and now 658|All night the shadows of the tower 658|Are fallen 'neath the watchful eye 658|Of the strong watchman: then the foe 658|Runs down, and draws away, and leaves 658|The sleeping strength to watch the hour. 658|So on that day, when last the blaze 658|Leaped through the city, thunders rent 658|And lightnings, and the sky that blazed 658|With flash of fire above, that flashed 658|With glaring wrath, a tempest spurned 658|The darkness, like a blazing pyre; 658|And all along that dreary shore 658|The wide-resounding darkness lay, 658|As if an angler strayed from play 658|To winnow o'er a broken heath 658|Where the lone fishers catch their death, 658|Or dive in in earth--such arms were thrust. 658|But not for this the golden sun 658|Was girdling earth and heaven apart; 658|Not for the hand of mortal hand, 658|Or feet of mortal, but the whole 658|Trooped firm of many; for the fire 658|Of many-quenched and fiery heart 658|Had quenched far off its burnished fire, 658|Though yet it had not set too far 658|To be a living light. 658|For so great things 658|And doubling these, with sudden start 658|Against the darkling splendour of war 658|With all their multitudes, aghast 658|Against the thunder of their foes, 658|When first the flames leap suddenly forth 658|Like battle-peals of some storm-tossed ship, 658|The earth is all before an hull 658|Of such a bulk, as all the house 658|Of some great city; and the towers, 658|And halls where dwell the Argive men, 658|Of those that groaned and quaked beneath 658|The roar of thunder, shake and shake. 658|Then the swift horses of the sun 658|On flying wheels, a fiery troop 658|Of Argive steeds, with flaming eyes 658|That never felt the goad, and spent 658|The hot hours in their fiery chase, 658|Leap on into the spoil, and pour 658|Their splendour down upon the earth. 658|With terrible hands, aghast, they fly 658|And hurl their chariot over land and sea, 658|Swift as the thunderbolt that cleaves 658|The hills, and cleaves the air beneath, 658|So swift they hurry to Olympus, 658|Hurl their terrible burdens down upon 658|The hapless Argives, crying, as they pass 658|The Argives, flying in triumphant haste. 658|Then in the midst an awful doom 658|Came on the Danaans, strong as wrath of God. 658|The Danaan men of Troy fell on 658|The Argives, all that saw. Forth with these twain, 658|The Argives, leapt they on their foes; 658|And thronging all about the ships there fell 658|Men and stags; and the long-rooted wall 658|Of Ida stood as Zeus' bolt; and all 658|The Dardans leapt and fell upon the earth, 658|Fell in a torrent, and the earth 658|Was red with slaughter and the fiery pest 658|That filled the very heaven. The Argives saw 658|The Trojans, and with panic wildered all 658|The Argives fell, in one huge hewing poured 658|The Danaan spirits o'er them; and a mist 658|Fled round their ships and tents, and all the earth 658|Was black with mists and darkness. But the air 658|Was warm with cheering to the Argives' trust. 658|Then all the wind-winged ships looked in, and saw 658|Sparks blown with lightning through the darkling air, 658|Saw ruining great-hearted foes, and crouched 658|Against each other, like tall trees that shake 658|The soughing earth with snow-flaked path away. 658|They watched Zeus' clouds, and from their beds they pealed 658|A thunder crying ======================================== SAMPLE 416 ======================================== . 22421|Cobwe, in his note. 22421|Cocker, in his first edition. 22421|Craynge, to do without delay. 22421|Cobwe, in his notes. 22421|Cocky, in his last legs, made a perfect circle. 22421|Cobwe, in his line. 22421|Cockloura, Duke ofPrincetonry. 22421|Cobwe, in his last legs. 22421|Cotty, Sir John of Northimbleom, and the Duke of Cobweald. 22421|Cobwe, Mr. Apon, the Duke of Cobweald, and Mr. Cheapafal of 22421|Cobweald, Duke of Dals-hall, first leader of the Cobwealds. 22421|Cobweald, Mr. Cheape, a small member for "Playmates," who 22421|candy, to show "skill in discards" to "conquests." 22421|Cobweald, Mr. Cheape, the pupil of the Cobweald of the Cobweald 22421|Colleaguing join the Hon. J. J. Canard, Esq. Mr. Peter 22421|Colleaguing join the Hon. J. M. Canard, Esq. Lord 22421|Colleaguing join the Hon. J. Canard, Esq. Doctor of 22421|Canterbury, Esq. Mr. Oldcastle, Esq. Mr. Peter 22421|canters, and was joined to the reverend Convocation of Clare. 22421|Calfall, Mr. Longfellow, the younger brother of Lord Packet 22421|Colleaguing join the Hon. J. Canard, Esq. Mr. Buxton 22421|canters, and was indebted to James Jeffrey and the 22421|Cog. Say, canter man, that's "Canterbury Cross and 22421|Gentille," and the other "Hortufchass", "Sapphay and other 22421|Cog." To the tune of "Hogginsides" is to "Ballads and 22421|Ballads and Songs" are to "Ballads and Songs and Ballads," a 22421|"There is no great pleasure like to "go on without doing much 22421|"There goes the Minstrel with his 'scholars give o' measures, 22421|He makes 'em slow with the 'Sod.' he plays 'em in 'nd obderkle- 22421|narphes.' Then Shelley says,-- 22421|"There goes the Queen,' although we don't know where we can from 22421|"There's no great profit like to "go on without a melo" at 22421|"There's no great profit like to "go on without never a melo" at 22421|"There is a great pleasure like to "go on without never a melo" at 22421|"There's no great profit like to "go on without never a melo" 22421|discrimanses, etc., and with that music which always tends to 22421|"There's no great profit like to "go on without never a melo" 22421|There's no great profit like to "go on without never a melo" at 22421|"There's no great profit like to "go on without never a melo" at 22421|"There's no great pleasure like to "go on without never a melo" 22421|There's no great profit like to "go on without never a melo" at 22421|"There is no pleasure like to "go on without never a melo" at 22421|"There's no great profit like to "go on without never a melo" at 22421|"There's no great pleasure like to "go on without never a melo" 22421|Till we met a new-cutter, 22421|"There's no pleasure like the 'itchin' or the crackin', 22421|In the house next to the square, where we can tell 'em no 22421|"There's no pleasure like the 'itchin' or the 'rubberin', 22421|In the house next to the square, where we can tell 'em no 22421|"There's no pleasure like a diet 22421|That the little children have to spread or fed before, on the 22421|seashore ======================================== SAMPLE 417 ======================================== ; they are my own, in this dark earth we lie, 1471|I, being a part of God's own destiny 1471|In this dull, dreary, silent, dull suspense 1471|Of soul and body, the tranquillity. 1471|The sea is very still. The very rocks and reefs 1471|Hear only when we cry; the very trees and shrubs 1471|And shadows of the clouds seem made of silence to 1471|And memory, as it were a sea-bird's song. 1471|What matters it? Our thoughts are all afloat, 1471|Lost in the vague unfathomed mystery 1471|Of life's mysterious profound abyss, nor recked 1471|That we in vain o'erlook the luminous abyss 1471|That lies beyond where we elusively 1471|Farthest our life, though lost indeed, but held 1471|Not for long-parted passion's all-in-all. 1471|And yet, for us, we have a secret grieved 1471|At our poor sense of what we cannot know, 1471|A sense of the great bitterness that grieves 1471|And plunges us in a most despairing woe, 1471|Unanswered yet:--But, O ye Furies, ye 1471|Who have such dark and heavy dungeons, where 1471|They break the seals of our calamity, 1471|Why are ye silent, and why mourn ye still, 1471|When my poor soul hath passed its term of years? 1471|'Twere well to speak with dulled, malignant speech, 1471|But ponder of a nobler speech than mine. 1471|What sayest thou--seeing what I have seen 1471|From there like a great agony--shouldst hear 1471|The infinite vast moan 1471|Of agony, the deep and passionate moan 1471|Of agony ended, by thy presence led 1471|Among the unnumbered horror-wilds that rave, 1471|That groan and moan in multitudinous waves? 1471|Hast thou heard what the Voice of the Brave said, 1471|And glowed with desperate meaning, and filled with dread, 1471|Till all the mighty universe leapt and swayed 1471|In the everlasting light, with one acclaim, 1471|For thou art risen, and setest thy darkness here. 1471|For the Voice of the Brave:- how it gives 1471|A glance to the dark and the mighty, and gives 1471|To the dark what it finds in the bright and the dark, 1471|To the strong question we answer, in doubt, 1471|Or, in hope, or in sorrow, or sorrow, or death. 1471|I have heard said that the infinite Word of the infinite Heart 1471|Is the sole utterance of all, unbroken, apart; 1471|And the ultimate utterance, written in flame, 1471|Is the word of the Spirit, not spoken in vain, 1471|For the star-shell hath not stirred and is not shaken. 1471|What sayest thou--seeing the breakers of thunder, 1471|The thunder of earthquakes, that threaten and fret 1471|And drown all things, until each thing, each thing 1471|Is shouted and tossed and forgotten, and yet 1471|The word is answered, and the thunder is not given. 1471|But there is one God, one God, one God on high, 1471|Who holds all worlds and fortunes in His hand, 1471|Who holds all but the living and all the dead, 1471|And sends the winds forth from the uttermost land, 1471|And they are but dust, and dust and scattered ashes, 1471|Ungarlanded and lost and tarnished and blown 1471|Through ruin and rout and destruction and shame 1471|And ruin and shame and ruin and desolation. 1471|The splendour of God is abroad on the wind; 1471|It sweeps through the gloom as a host sweeps the foe; 1471|It sweeps in the splendour and thunder above; 1471|It sweeps like a sweep through the heart of the sea. 1471|The mystery of man is abroad on the wind; 1471|It sweeps like a sweep through the heart of the sea; 1471|It sweeps like a sweep through the dark and above; 1471|It sweeps like a sweep through the heart of the sea. ======================================== SAMPLE 418 ======================================== . 17448|I am weary wi' lying on toon, 17448|I 've hardly time to daffin or borrow, 17448|I am weary wi' lying on an' ye can't pay, 17448|Since I 'm weary wi' lying on my love. 17448|The morn is fu' lank an' gray 17448|And I 'm wearie wi' toil; 17448|I am weary wi' lying on a' the banks o' the braes, 17448|I 've no nae lack o' the lassie that ca's me for me, 17448|But mair I 'll ca' all for my daddy, 17448|For he 'll croon my auld cronies 17448|Wi' his gowden hair o' the mither. 17448|For my daddy, he sair do," she says, 17448|"Auld mither, I mayna be twa." 17448|But after the nicht, an' nicht, 17448|An' the day-fa's come an' fine, 17448|I gie the swagman his bonny black sark, 17448|To crack wi' his chanterin' 17448|At the gloamin' o' the day, 17448|An' the weans hae gi'en their ain laird's wark, 17448|I 'll heave a rantin' sang for my sake, 17448|Auld Maitland's rantin', 17448|The mornin', 17448|The dawin', 17448|As it 'sometime in a' my life, my dear Maitland. 17448|As I 'm wand'rerin' owre the heather, 17448|The land an' the bonny blue sea, 17448|The mornin', 17448|The dewy, glintin', 17448|The dewy, glimm'red day; 17448|The mornin', 17448|The dewy sweet night-dew; 17448|The dewy sweet mornin', 17448|The dewy sweet morrow; 17448|The dewy sweet mornin', 17448|An' it 's a' the laddie that 's dear Maitland. 17448|As I 'm wand'rein' owre the heather, 17448|An' mornin' my bonny gray e'e, 17448|My love lies behind me, 17448|An' Meg, the mither, 17448|Awaits my return hame, 17448|My love for the lane I begin to wander. 17448|As I 'm wand'rin' over the heather, 17448|An' mornin' my bonny gray e'e, 17448|The day will find me, 17448|The day will bind me, 17448|The days will warm me 17448|On yon topmost bough, where heaves the birken blossom, 17448|And I 'll rest a little weary, and rest a little weary, 17448|In the greenwood--far over, and morn will see me. 17448|As I 'm wand'rin' over the heather, 17448|An' mornin' my bonny grey e'e, 17448|The day will be weary, 17448|I shall lo'e thee dearer, 17448|Oh, saft is the tear of regret; 17448|And though I shall never again meet my sweet Mither, 17448|Sometime, though, when the sun sinks down; 17448|Oh, saft is the tear of regret-- 17448|I 'll be lonely and parted from thee! 17448|And when I shall meet my beloved again, 17448|When this world seems to have left me alone, 17448|I wad miss the smile on thy face, O Mother, 17448|At the turn of the tide, 17448|When the land is powdered with rose and rue, 17448|And the land is supplied; 17448|Oh! aye the day will be lonesomely dreary, 17448|And nights will be cold, 17448|When we 're baithfu', and aft the wind 'll be weary, 17448|And day will be dour, 17448| ======================================== SAMPLE 419 ======================================== 30501|Till some far day he may come on us-- 30501|Ay, that is why we come with eyes 30501|Whose splendour turns our earth to stone! 30501|Then we will be the old gods' guide, 30501|And on we will journey by sea and sky, 30501|And there, in the great grey grey waves of the deep, 30501|We shall be launched like a ship of dreams, 30501|That bears the secret of the sea. 30501|And every man on his ship of dreams 30501|Will lift his hands to the star-gemmed shore, 30501|And we will lay for a thousand years 30501|A rose, and smile, and we shall live no more 30501|For one little moment only: then 30501|We will lie down, and the moon, the sun 30501|Will rise, and the great grey waves will blow 30501|Their death-glad kisses down the sea. 30501|I know where I live and who I am 30501|I will neither fret nor complain 30501|To have thee go by me again; 30501|I will never know where I am, 30501|I never shall feel thy pain. 30501|I will never be thine again; 30501|I shall never be bound to thee. 30501|I will never be mine again, 30501|Thou canst not arise, thou canst not come, 30501|I shall never be bound to thee. 30501|There are no more wings to you, 30501|O my soul,--no more spaces to me 30501|Or moonset, or sun or sea. 30501|I shall wander as the moon does, 30501|And I shall not be bound to thee. 30501|I'll never be thine again, 30501|Thou canst not fly to thy dim dreams, 30501|But I shall hear low cries of ghosts 30501|And confusion of hollow main, 30501|And the wind's voice crying on the wold, 30501|"O go beyond this cold sea-girt isle, 30501|And leave me alone with the old love 30501|That never has been, nor shall be, 30501|For I have come a little late peace, 30501|And sit by the spring of the world, 30501|And I will not be bound with thee." 30501|I will never be thine again, 30501|O my soul, for ever and aye! 30501|I will never remember thy words. 30501|I will never be thine again: 30501|I shall know how the old love cried 30501|In words and in words, and the old love 30501|That ever has been, and has been, 30501|And will ever be, and will ever be, 30501|To be thine forever and aye. 30501|I will never be thine again, 30501|O my soul, for ever and aye! 30501|I shall have no love in the world, 30501|O my soul, if only this might be, 30501|To come and be only a fly, 30501|A bird, a sun, and a star; 30501|And the wind and the wave and the swift light 30501|Shall not be a prison for me, 30501|But a place in the great blue sky 30501|O my soul, I will nestle and sleep 30501|There alone in the great white sea. 30501|I have a roof of my top-arch 30501|Of sand and sun and rain; 30501|Within it I will shelter me 30501|Three days till the winter's done. 30501|I shall lie hidden away from the sea 30501|With none to close my eyes; 30501|For I shall see a face of my dead 30501|And know this morning skies. 30501|The wind shall be a stranger to me 30501|And I shall lie alone-- 30501|And yet I know this morning's sun 30501|Is a heart I never knew. 30501|They went out into the sea 30501|With a shout of laughter and weeping, 30501|And the ship stood still as death; 30501|And there was no sound in the night 30501|Save only the beating of wings, 30501|And a sound as the waves went by 30501|Of ======================================== SAMPLE 420 ======================================== |The young sun shines, the Spring is come. 2487|"Why not? "The air is laden with perfume, 2487|The sunlight shines, the woods are green; 2487|And with it is the very white hour 2487|That calls you to the greenwood-tree." 2487|Come, lovely Spring, 2487|Come, full-voiced Sun, arise! 2487|Pear-brown is mother of sweet and of colour, 2487|And apple and plum-tree are we. 2487|Oh, father, I hear thy sweet pipings, 2487|Through the thick forest I scent thy call; 2487|And I am content. 2487|Thy great world is, and thy world is, 2487|In a quiet little space. 2487|There is no winter here if the winter doth depart, 2487|It is all thine own. 2487|Thou art not a bud in the tall green leafy tree, 2487|Thy buds are blossom-pale. 2487|There is no summer here, O Sun, but is summer thee, 2487|Oh, bright in the greenwood the whole world is, 2487|My childhood hath stolen from the fair green earth, 2487|And my bosom's still green with spring's first kiss, 2487|Till the white stars come stealing in through the sky 2487|To tell of the time that is over to me. 2487|And O the sweet south and the sweet north! 2487|Then thou shalt know me alive in my cradle's womb, 2487|My mother, my own three children, O her first-born! 2487|Thou art the sun, and the sweet, soft south and the sweet north! 2487|And my cheek is red with its rose buds' red, 2487|And thy lips are white as a little dead, 2487|And thou art not a rose at my kiss. 2487|The world is fair for me. 2487|And yet that sun is low. 2487|And I have no song for my delight 2487|To pipe it out to my little night. 2487|The world is fair. 2487|But when I'm glad I will see the day 2487|When thou art come to the land away, 2487|And it shall bring back joys and sorrows all day. 2487|And O the glad south and the sweet, sweet south! 2487|The little world that never was lost. 2487|The little world that never forgot. 2487|I love it well; I sing and rest 2487|A little while, like the birds of air, 2487|And I make my little tune a moan 2487|Out in the grass to cry to it: 2487|"O love! O love!" 2487|I do love thee dear, I love to hear 2487|Thine undertones, 2487|When thine own voice I often see 2487|In the dark places, 2487|Borne, and spread 2487|With the winds, 2487|And with the sunshine of the sea, 2487|And with thee. 2487|There have I lived till now, dear God! 2487|I shall not die, 2487|But live and move in the world of men 2487|Under thy sky. 2487|On the other hand, 2487|Who has the right 2487|To say to me with a solemn voice: 2487|"O Brother, take 2487|The path that leads to Thee, 2487|And lead Thy sheep, though they have none. 2487|And lead Thy lambs 2487|And follow them, 2487|And we will follow them. 2487|And we will say to them: Amen." 2487|So, Brother, take 2487|The road that leads to God, 2487|And lead Thy sheep through all the seven years 2487|In perfect love and glory 2487|Unto their God; 2487|And lead Thy flocks to his great flock again. 2487|So, Brother, take 2487|The way that leads to them, 2487|And lead Thy flocks by happy ways, 2487|And meet them face to face with their God-loved flock, 2487|And fall asleep in their deep-swoll'n souls. 2487|_The Temple is full of people ======================================== SAMPLE 421 ======================================== 1|I am but a leaf in the branches, 31314|A thin flower under the sod, 31314|The wind comes down the garden, 31314|It rustles the leaves with its rustling, 31314|And rustles the grass with its rustling, 31314|And rustles the leaves with its rustling, 31314|And rustles the leaves, as they rustle, 31314|And rustles the leaves with its rustling! 31314|Ah, little children, the summer has vanished, 31314|The summer has never abandoned our garden, 31314|The summer has never abandoned our garden, 31314|The summer has never abandoned our garden, 31314|But up in the apple-tree sipping the blossom, 31314|The dew falling on day and the sun going warm through it:-- 31314|There is something more dear to me than the summer, 31314|Though the roses may wither and winter may vanish! 31314|And oh, but September is come at the harvest, 31314|The spring is at work, but my garden is barren! 31314|The year is almost the one when I see it with gladness 31314|And joyously my heart rejoices in its return. 31314|The summer that is come is a year of rejoicing, 31314|And oh, but September is come, and soon to depart. 31314|The yellow maple leaves, and the brown balsams of autumn 31314|And the white snow that falls from the maple boughs of the maples, 31314|And the first-born day has come with its beautiful bloom. 31314|The next spring is the day that I see it with gladness, 31314|The maples that bud and blossom in their May morning. 31314|The year is almost the one when I see it with gladness. 31314|Then my heart rejoices at the old time of the blossoms. 31314|Though the leaves fall and brown on the orchard, it is not often 31314|That the orchard grows wild in the orchard, nor the ripe fruit 31314|That bursts from the tree in the yard with a fragrant fragrance 31314|Is the joy of my life, and my heart is content. 31314|But oh, what a beautiful year has fled away, and the Spring is 31314|But the day of departure is over, and, lo! the flowers in their 31314|And the Winter is come with its garments of snow and rime. 31314|It comes like a gleam of sunshine, 31314|In the golden air of springtime; 31314|It warms me through the silence 31314|Of the long-ago silent time. 31314|It brings back the dismal Winter, 31314|Like a dark and sudden song; 31314|It keeps me waking and sleeping, 31314|As it were the month of song. 31314|Oh, is it like the month of April, 31314|Like the hour of fairy-spell? 31314|With her heart all light and gladness 31314|And her senses all benumb? 31314|With the old, old joy and gladness 31314|And the Summer and the Spring? 31314|With her eyes all bright and smiling 31314|And her timid heart all gay; 31314|With her lips all sweet and golden 31314|And her lips of magic splendor, 31314|And her hand, like fairy finger, 31314|And her heart as white as ivory. 31314|With her lips all bright and golden, 31314|And her arms, as white, as white; 31314|With her lips like heaven's own color, 31314|And her soul, as white and white. 31314|With her lips in living beauty 31314|And her heart all full of love, 31314|With her hand like sunset heaven, 31314|And her lips like angels' dove. 31314|With her lips, oh, how she trembles! 31314|How she wonders and exults! 31314|With her cheeks and golden tresses, 31314|And her eyes as lithe and slim; 31314|With her lips all sweet and golden 31314|And her lips like rose's moonlight; 31314|With her lips all sweet and golden, 31314|And her sighs, as white and red 31314|As the light upon a river, 31314|And her laugh, as soft ======================================== SAMPLE 422 ======================================== from his throne. 3698|I saw him now before my eyes, 3698|All flushed and fierce, the King; 3698|And I would have him turn and fly 3698|To meet his doom too soon. 3698|And then to fly! and then to try 3698|To hold my dying breath; 3698|To feel his hand in mine--to hold 3698|The world in trust, with death! 3698|A boy of hardy heart and fast asleep 3698|Doth lay his head, as if to catch the gleam 3698|Of a far morning's transient butterfly,-- 3698|To rest a little on the silent stream 3698|Of his fair love, while, like a lover true, 3698|The dreamer sleeps beneath his burning blue, 3698|With a clear breast, and like a lover brave 3698|He springs on to the farthest shoreless wave. 3698|And oft in lonely walks of life we find 3698|A feverish longing, and a cold desire;-- 3698|For love of her, and for a love that came 3698|To all but one, and in that one we sought 3698|The world, and all was dark and desolate; 3698|And all was desolate; and like a ghost 3698|The spirit went in and there was no man's room, 3698|Save in the chamber of the busy fool 3698|Who with his needle and his thread of woof, 3698|And silence in the rich and busy world. 3698|The great doors open wide: and forth we go 3698|Through the dark, silent halls of memory; 3698|And now--and now--each step from yonder height 3698|Glides by with a soft shadowy grace, and we 3698|Sit down and watch the struggle of our days 3698|With all that love makes pure in human hearts. 3698|The old castle was a castle built, 3698|With stairs and minster doors; 3698|By the calm hearth, where the Lady Maud, 3698|For the first time, lay down; 3698|And the Lady Maud was there, and she 3698|Sat with her weary infant head, 3698|And watched the long, white fires that burned 3698|Within the belfry everywhere. 3698|And when the gray mists fell, and, cold and gray, 3698|The Lady Maud was standing on her throne; 3698|And, with her child, a gentle hand she took, 3698|And all the while her own she feared to own. 3698|But, when the flames beneath the gateway fall, 3698|The old castle shall have all its mood, 3698|And all its mood, and all its secret thoughts, 3698|No longer could endure. 3698|And, sitting down, she stole 3698|A rosy hand to her youth's eager eyes; 3698|And then, as the kind eyes said, 'Alas! 3698|O God, but only love could understand 3698|How that a child can die!' 3698|I know not when the first bright smile of dawn 3698|Faded on her young eyes, or that the sun 3698|Had, departing, left her still, a face 3698|For ever beautiful; so brief the night, 3698|And brief, and as enduring as a thought 3698|In a momentary dream. 3698|Perhaps the self-same eyes, 3698|Lingering and restless, with an untold pain, 3698|And the soft stir of leaves that in the wind 3698|Came softly by the way, 3698|Some vague, mysterious quest, 3698|With never-ceasing toil of open blue, 3698|Where the rose that fell from the Queen's hand, 3698|The dream of the Queen's lips, 3698|Were in a dream lost utterly, 3698|And nothing but an endless melancholy. 3698|How long, at last, had that dull voice been told, 3698|That, at the least, in the last spell of sleep, 3698|The bride had given her marriage veil to fly, 3698|And at the setting of that last gray day 3698|The twain were wedded. As a dream, I ween, 3698|A thousand thousand thoughts more eagerly 3698|May go with the same feet along the ======================================== SAMPLE 423 ======================================== in the morning, 38839|A little girl in rags, 38839|A little child without father, 38839|With a bare black knee, 38839|And a brown sand staff for a girl, 38839|And a straw for a tea. 38839|And ever she cries, in the dusk, 38839|For her mother's grave, 38839|And the lonely baby's cradle, 38839|With her arms around him, and a kiss, 38839|So soft, yet so sweet! 38839|And the sweet life away of it, death, 38839|Soon will soon be o'er; 38839|And there, as here, in the gloom, in the light, 38839|Where the daisies are flowerless, a dream will be sweet, 38839|And the sun will lift, and the cowslip will prance, 38839|So, away to the west, on the lonely mountains' green breast, 38839|With a kiss at her cheek, and a smile at her lips, 38839|You will watch, through the shadows, the smile that comes creeping 38839|Over the baby's soft eyes in sleep, 38839|The smile of the baby praying, "Baby, oh, belle," 38839|Till, softly, he slumbers,-- 38839|A dream of the fairy mother. 38839|The baby has wakened from sleep, 38839|Waking to wonder and awe, 38839|And he sees in a vision of gold 38839|The saintly and good White Dove, 38839|Feeding his flock with the milk 38839|He has given them, one by one, 38839|Till the milk is begun. 38839|The child is a bonny, bright, wee thing 38839|With a yellow and white cravat; 38839|And as sweet as a scrap as a scrap, 38839|And pure as the milk it can make, 38839|So, away to the west, on the lonely mountains' green breast, 38839|Where the milk-cuppets love us, a dream there came to me, 38839|To me, 38839|A baby, blithe as a blossom, 38839|A wee angel, with eyes that have smiled. 38839|A little boy with a baby's face, 38839|With a baby's voice and a baby's grace, 38839|He answered me, little cherub of mine, 38839|For you see 38839|How dearly I love him, little mother, 38839|And I knew 38839|That my baby's heart beats as you hear it beat 38839|With so sweet and a baby's grace 38839|That they tell 38839|Our Father's love, and my baby's heart 38839|He never forgets. 38839|For you see him at the garden place 38839|And the moonlight, and the shadows, too, 38839|And the light 38839|Of the candles, and the twilight ray 38839|That falls not on the avenue 38839|Of all things, at the garden place, 38839|But on the spot where his little face 38839|Should slumber. 38839|And when the night comes, in the dawn, 38839|He opens his big soft eyes 38839|And pillows his small hand, half drawn, 38839|As if to say: "I'm the little One, 38839|And I know 38839|That the little one who is playing, 38839|With his dimpled face and his gleaming hair, 38839|Is a sight 38839|Of the little one who is sleeping by, 38839|With her quiet smile 38839|And her sweet smile, 38839|But cannot say whether his arms are strong, 38839|And he is asleep, 38839|And he is not wakeful, and never awake,-- 38839|He is patient, and wise, and he never breaks his neck." 38839|Little Jesus, dost thou know 38839|That I love so? 38839|Twice beneath thine eyelids pressing, 38839|Kissing thine in secret, sweeter, 38839|Wrapped in holy trust, 38839|Thy soft golden hair is nestling, 38839|Kissing thy blest goodness, 38839|And thy fair face 38839|Gleams with joy like day. 388 ======================================== SAMPLE 424 ======================================== ; 24815|"Wipe off the bark of thy good bayonet, 24815|"So far, ye gods! I doubt not that, 24815|"That, of thy grace, I little doubt 24815|"That if 't was worth the doing so." 24815|I read the paper where I wailed, 24815|I shook the leaves, and then I searched. 24815|"And could it be that fate forbade? 24815|"No, never! Death has come to all; 24815|"Tis not for me to sigh and crawl, 24815|"But for my darling child, that's dead. 24815|"He is my own dear darling child, 24815|"And this my dying, as I stood 24815|"Upon this good Abbey's roof, 24815|"Chilled, as I wist, in my wild shrieks, 24815|"And tearing out the taper-wains, 24815|"I bore the letters with my knife; 24815|"'Tis he! 'tis he!" I cried, "the Lord 24815|"Willed them salvation!" As I lay 24815|Without one breath, without one breath, 24815|I heard the blood dripp'd into clay; 24815|I saw the ghastly sentry's shade 24815|Sweep through the dark roof up the glade; 24815|I saw the eyes of Death glare fierce, 24815|Before each soul that went astray 24815|Was all that was to follow her, 24815|Save only an unhappy child, 24815|The victim of despair and woe. 24815|And then, as often as I wept 24815|I kissed the child more fondly e'er 24815|I thought that it was mother's tears 24815|Would soothe him to the wild anew, 24815|And he would seek her, pale and meek, 24815|Her soft embrace, her bosom fair, 24815|And kiss her pale and sunny brow. 24815|The maiden, whom I loved, I left, 24815|And all in vain the moments grieved. 24815|I tended never, prithee, for thee, 24815|But for another, and another home. 24815|But oh, the thought, that she! and I, 24815|We ne'er were parted! He, my friend, 24815|Was like a child that wept its life, 24815|And in each hour of his sad woe 24815|Wept the fond heart and hope and love 24815|While many a smile on him were rife. 24815|And when we parted, he and I, 24815|The kinder, who had loved us long, 24815|He too, was like a lonely child 24815|Whom mother's love had made so wild 24815|I caught one day, in wild surprise, 24815|The sweetest dream that ever grew 24815|Outweeping, by the neighbouring stream, 24815|The water-rat or wandering boa; 24815|Or, in the meadows, on soft grass, 24815|The lark that sung, the daybreak, eve. 24815|And I had dreamt of love divine, 24815|And I had sung a mystic strain; 24815|'Twas I who sung, to win no thraldom, 24815|But, like a child that dreams again. 24815|So, where I met him, were the shades 24815|Still lying on the lifeless scene, 24815|And, all as, sometimes, wept our friend, 24815|And sometimes, by the pool, we sat, 24815|And watched the slow, sad waters flow, 24815|Watching the stars above the clouds, 24815|And like a joyless human tear 24815|Wept our dear friend to hear the news, 24815|That some new thought to him may come, 24815|Such as the memory of a maid, 24815|The fame of his dear name, betrayed. 24815|And, all around, the sound of feet 24815|Beneath a cold and hollow rock 24815|Lay soft as slumber, gently stealing 24815|O'er the sere grasses, wan with cold; 24815|And the rain fell, and oft the snow 24815|Stirred the dry branches, ======================================== SAMPLE 425 ======================================== |Thy brother's hand was aureoled 1418|By the pale moon on the ruffled deep, 1418|For whose fair head a lily grew, 1418|And the soft light of my love's eyes 1418|Danced on the waters like the sighs 1418|Of the bright river in the skies. 1418|There is no joy but in the sight 1418|Of thy dear face, when, after cure, 1418|She walks with Jesus, from the light 1418|Of the great altar, and looks round 1418|Those blessed eyes, as that sweet face 1418|Did by thy Saviour in the sun 1418|Forget heaven's grace--an infant's play, 1418|For childhood's eager thanksgiving 1418|Of love's mysterious earnestness,-- 1418|Thy mother did not know how glad 1418|I was, how joyous was thy birth, 1418|And for the world of endless mirth 1418|Blessed thy first hearth in Paradise! 1418|We two, twin sisters, hand in hand, 1418|Set idly down the leafy swing. 1418|We two, twin sisters, hand in hand 1418|Set idly down the leafy swing. 1418|We two, twin sisters, hand in hand, 1418|Set idly down the leafy swing. 1418|Farewell, my heart! I miss you not; 1418|We loved one other long ago; 1418|The world has found us, and we part-- 1418|Thy mother's love for many a year; 1418|Thy baby now is dead and gone,-- 1418|My heart, my heart! to dreamless rest, 1418|The world is wide and thine is blest-- 1418|Thy mother's love, and hers is more 1418|Than all the world can think of of of: 1418|Thy little lips, and lips to kiss, 1418|Will wake to music such as this, 1418|My heart, my heart! 1418|It is too late 1418|To part for this: 1418|My heart is frail as thy young heart: 1418|Too late, dear! all too late, dear! why 1418|Should we not part? 1418|My heart, my heart! 1418|The flower-petals were blown apart, 1418|But as the white rose at the dart: 1418|What harm, if aught of thine be so, 1418|'Tis whitest basil, and no show 1418|Of poison in the blood, I trow, 1418|My heart, my heart! 1418|It is too late 1418|To part, to part,-- 1418|I could not love thee! What harm if aught 1418|Breake from this heart which needs must seek 1418|To be all love for thy dear sake! 1418|Not even thy mother's joy could bring 1418|A second love so tenderly; 1418|Not even that eye could charm, so long 1418|As the warm glow from thy cheek, my heart, 1418|And bid thy smile smile sweetest when 1418|She sees me trusting thee, my sunflower! 1418|But there are tears, dear,--tears not so, 1418|As the light that breaks upon snow. 1418|I know thou knowest all the pain 1418|Thy hands have borne and wept; 1418|I know that thou hast taught to weep: 1418|I know that thou art blest, my rose, 1418|Thy love lies dead within thine own, 1418|And I am glad,--so thine eyes shine, 1418|And I am glad,--so thine eyes shine. 1418|In the great love of God, deep in Son, 1418|Deep in the hearts of men, Godhead, 1418|Sleeps sweet sleep, and I and all 1418|Sleep as we, sleep as we; 1418|Yet above Death's iron throng 1418|Death's strong throng moveth ever, 1418|While in the love of God we wear 1418|Manhood and honour ever. 1418|Deep in the deep heart of the Child, 1418|Deep in the hearts of Child, 1418|Love for Love ======================================== SAMPLE 426 ======================================== of a bird! O, I would fain behold, 27441|Like her, a garden of delight, 27441|The garden of my native land! 27441|That garden fair which is my native land! 27441|For beauty contemplate my smiling view! 27441|A man in blue 27441|Is like a king,-- 27441|By fair and cheap,-- 27441|And no man knows 27441|What paradise it is! 27441|When maidens such as Hester die, 27441|Rise up, and, chilled with cold, delay; 27441|When they are gone, their place they leave, 27441|And, chilled with snow, 27441|Their place return 27441|From whence they came. 27441|Thus bloomed the bard; and thus 27441|His life was framed-- 27441|But was not so 27441|As a weak bloom, as blight. 27441|Sweet Love's attire was to the eye 27441|A gloomy and unspotted flower: 27441|And, though the sun its light display, 27441|In its full splendour, 27441|Yet ah! to me 27441|It's wretched, and forlorn! 27441|Thy hopes and fears are all forlorn, 27441|And mine is false, and those forlorn: 27441|But, like the cruel cruel scorn 27441|That must the spirit's wounds redress,-- 27441|To ruin them that once were blest,-- 27441|My heart with grief is sore opprest. 27441|My harp shall strike the powerful strings, 27441|And make a sweet but awful moan; 27441|And the sad, pitying wind shall sigh, 27441|'Twill soothe the grief I 've borne away: 27441|And I will tune those lutes to play, 27441|And fix those eyes that I have lost, 27441|And win those looks, beloved no more! 27441|What can I give to thee, Love, 27441|Since thou must die, 27441|Though thou might'st yet deny me 27441|What nips me in thine eye? 27441|What sweet vapours thy breath suffuses? 27441|Who will the dark eyes of thee bar? 27441|What spells to loose what idle barks? 27441|My fancies have no power to stir: 27441|They move the touch, and yet they tire. 27441|Then draw thy falcon from the fold: 27441|What bird so sings, but does her wail? 27441|What breath can fan the flame of love, 27441|Or paint the drop his breath to warm? 27441|Thy breast to adamant is clove: 27441|There will I lie, and earthward hie; 27441|O'er mossy banks, and scarlet trees, 27441|Where tender love her life beguiles. 27441|I 've roam'd the dale, and joys the roe, 27441|Nor e'er did merle among the swain, 27441|Who wanders with the happy flowre, 27441|And shares the chaplet of my heart. 27441|The summer sun descending, 27441|Had visited that place of bliss; 27441|But joy, I fear, e'en now is gone, 27441|Because it is his wished bright. 27441|My love is absent, 27441|And my true-love hath me; 27441|By him to live, 27441|And leave the grave untended, 27441|With him for evermore to be; 27441|I 'll never weep for him departed; 27441|For he can do no more for me; 27441|But ere I tell my true-love's story, 27441|I think, I shall have him for my bride. 27441|Lovers, like those in a garden green, 27441|With smiles like those of summer weather, 27441|Come gathering near to their trysting-que 27441|For whom they work together. 27441|But I their fairest fairies be, 27441|Whose hearts and smiles are cheerless; 27441|And all they can I love with all my heart, 27441|As much myself I bear so ill. 27441|My love smiles careless along the hill, 27441| ======================================== SAMPLE 427 ======================================== |The music-box of the old year, 1324|Or old December's windy winter 1324|That sweeps along the corridor, 1324|And whispers to the leaves and flowers, 1324|Or whispers in the eaves, 1324|Or whispers in the eaves. 1324|It is enough to be merry, 1324|And happy, by the laughter gay, 1324|To see December come to town, 1324|Or June to be a queen. 1324|It is enough to be merry, 1324|And happy, by the laughter gay, 1324|To hear the balmy south-wind blow 1324|Make sweet the woods below; 1324|To see the moon in the cloud-barren, 1324|And hear itsillon-laden 1324|Gold-caller coming home again, 1324|From the kingdom come to town. 1324|For it is enough to be merry, 1324|And happy, by the laughter gay, 1324|To have it hushed and known, 1324|To have it hushed and known; 1324|To have it hushed and known; 1324|To be a part of some gloomy planet, 1324|When nature goes alone. 1324|For it is enough to be merry, 1324|And happy, by the laughter gay, 1324|To list to the music bursting 1324|Ridlong through the poet's day, 1324|With the night-wind piping music, 1324|Or the twanging of a single key, 1324|And the great slow flights of light 1324|Floating on the citadels, 1324|From the organ in the city, 1324|Or behind the painted tiles, 1324|From the windows of the chimneys, 1324|From the terrace trees, 1324|Or the haunted house of Jacky Frost 1324|Where Jacky Frost so oft did chase 1324|His white doves from the crumbling tower 1324|On the shore of the ancient place, 1324|With the ghostly host of Alice 1324|By the dark and empty room, 1324|And his face as soft and fair 1324|As the pebbles in the brook, 1324|And his eyes as fair 1324|As the water in the well; 1324|And his hand as soft and brown 1324|As the fingers on the turn 1324|Of a pencil in a faulchion 1324|When it touches aanthorn-flower. 1324|Or perchance if words may fail, 1324|Be these only words enough? 1324|Oh, what have I done for thee! 1324|Oh, what have I done for thee! 1324|Ah, what have I done for thee! 1324|Alas, my heart and all, 1324|Save only Death and Sleep! 1324|Methinks, were I with thee, 1324|All the world were cold, 1324|The world of dreams and dreams 1324|Throbbed with thee and rolled. 1324|And yet, when all is done, 1324|Death may be my friend. 1324|I think that I am thine, 1324|And so should die for thee 1324|From that immortal hour, 1324|And thou not here to grieve, 1324|But in some brighter land, 1324|Ere I to death be fanned. 1324|So let it be with thee, 1324|And Death shall see thee too, 1324|And he shall follow me 1324|Wherever I may fare. 1324|I cannot rest so warm, so fit, 1324|So fit for Death to seem; 1324|I cannot think so sweet a thing 1324|To me, or anything. 1324|I cannot wake so at a breath, 1324|Or so faint, so very low; 1324|But every night and Death I Death 1324|Before me go. 1324|But Sleep and Death itself shall part, 1324|And I shall rise to thee, 1324|And when I wake, my Love in Heart, 1324|From Sleep and Death, I shall arise, 1324|And make my Sun of Roses rise, 1324|And see the dawn of Roses break, 1324|And smell the wind of morning sweep 1324|Above my chamber rose. ======================================== SAMPLE 428 ======================================== , 266|The which is lord and king of alle; 266|For therupon, for love of hem, 266|Thei setten thanne upon the ban. 266|This writen granteth wel withoute 266|To hem that whilom were forlore, 266|Til that thei were after sene. 266|In chambre if I thinoint her lore, 266|I schal ben yit the ferste thing, 266|That whilom were of such a king, 266|Whan that he was of such a king 266|Of al the worldes good corage 266|So ferforth, forto make him wise: 266|And forto speke on honde or nay, 266|It sit me wel to taken hiede 266|Of him, that ded is mi corage; 266|For I am wys, as tellen olde, 266|That if I hadde him for no Sinne, 266|Thanne ate laste I wolde him siete, 266|And axen him if I him wolde. 266|Now hierof nou, if that I schal 266|His tresor mai unlape or riden, 266|Tell me this mai alday be let, 266|That ther be more of thilke swete 266|Thilke swete where I scholde have spiede. 266|Mi Sone, who that nothing wilt have, 266|And tok als besi what is behinte, 266|Of that thou hast told me hierof 266|And hou thou wolt the tale hiere. 266|A tale which is good to hiere, 266|Wher thou the trouthe of love the vice 266|Wel more than thou schalt aryse, 266|In loves cause if thou schalt hiere. 266|So have I sen ful many on, 266|And yit ther have I told so on, 266|Whan that the bokes of the tale 266|Schew in hir liste and speke hir name, 266|That every word that I can frame 266|Schal ben a note, wherof sche schal wende: 266|For if sche mihte that I schal wende, 266|Or that I scholde of this be wyte, 266|And schopen cause of mi servise, 266|To stele upstod in such a wise,- 266|And thogh I scholde be forschape, 266|Of eny other therof bere I 266|Than knowe I non yhe, and yit I lieve; 266|For I am of my conseil softe, 266|That, thogh so be mi frendes alle, 266|Thogh I be noght the ferste it falle, 266|Yit mihte I noght the betre deie; 266|Bot thogh I stonde at thilke bryve 266|Of al the world and besi charite, 266|Noght only upon this vertu, 266|Wherof I mai miselve singe, 266|That many a man mai sle and fiele; 266|For love hath evere his appetit, 266|And wol noght ones fare amis: 266|So that in suche a mannes nede, 266|As thei with many an other drawe, 266|Thei stonden in here hertes thoght 266|And in this wise stonde wel the wryte, 266|As forto speke of that I wolde, 266|Hou that a king schal come anon. 266|Tho was this false knyhtes dai, 266|And thei a time noght ne levene, 266|Til every man in his degre 266|With gret worschipe under the lawe, 266|I wot noght what it is to lawe; 266|Bot this I finde be this faile, 266|That natheles in such a wise 266|Tidinges stant every stage 266|Which wol noght come in the pris. 266|For stant this werste of charite 266|Betokneth wel in a travail, 266|And forto speke in loves ======================================== SAMPLE 429 ======================================== it and I: and, when I have forgiven, 37804|I shall come and sit by my sweetcomb even 37804|After a thousand years of folly 37804|To be like her, that I may know her name, 37804|And call thee mine; and, as I have forgiven, 37804|I shall come and sit by her sweetcomb even 37804|Under her dear eyes, and see and hear, 37804|Whose white and dim beloved eyes are clear, 37804|Saying--"O Love, if thou hadst died for me 37804|There should come a great wise love, and never 37804|Any hope for me." 37804|Or, if, where love is not, for love is such, 37804|Where love is not and love is not for this, 37804|Where love is not and love is not for this, 37804|There should come a great wise love and never 37804|Come a man to me-- 37804|I shall know myself by her sweet kisses, 37804|And her eyes shall surely keep me his and hers, 37804|And her lips shall make my vow to be her name. 37804|(This was, indeed, she said, 37804|A great white bird I see, 37804|But for the state he sings me, 37804|I heard him say to me: 37804|"If thou shouldst die for me, 37804|From me be torn away 37804|Thy little feet, with their feet 37804|So very far away!" 37804|Then I should say "If thou shouldst die and be 37804|My true, sweet sister mine, 37804|A violent, consuming flame 37804|Fulfilled would come on thee, and I would take 37804|A life of love for thee." 37804|Then she should say "If thou shouldst die and be 37804|My true, sweet sister dear, 37804|I should grow strong and fast 37804|As thou wast born to-day." 37804|And then I should say "If thou shouldst die and be 37804|My true, sweet sister mine, 37804|I should live all my days, 37804|And with thy fame decay; 37804|But now I must not die, 37804|For that would not last long. 37804|"To die of love is madness, 37804|A tempest lives in doubtings, 37804|A woman's strength in weakness, 37804|Her life stands not without her, 37804|But she too late and out of sight, 37804|And on my love will wait all my delight 37804|Till I shall break my fate!" 37804|I shall not die of love, 37804|I shall live in that life. 37804|It is not death to die, 37804|But the love of every one, 37804|Who dies for me, lives by me, 37804|Saying--"I thank thee, sweet sister, 37804|But thou art little done." 37804|The dawn is grey 'mid hollyhocks, 37804|Dewy the day is growing: 37804|The larch-flower and blue jays 37804|Spring by the brook to greet us; 37804|The cuckoo sings above, 37804|Sing hymns of love to love, 37804|Of love that comes with early spring, 37804|Of love that comes with early spring, 37804|The crocus breaks in clover; 37804|We'll join the daffodils a-row, 37804|The jays shall have a lover. 37804|The swallow winds his wing on high, 37804|The buds their white to see, 37804|But we shall find our wedding-rope, 37804|And I will win thee, sweet sister, 37804|For thine as well as I. 37804|We sat in the meadow a-weeping, 37804|We mourned together the hours; 37804|In the hedge, by the mosses keeping, 37804|We three found on a stick the flowers: 37804|We cried and sang a love song, 37804|But brief, a short while ago 37804|The Wind blew loud and blew strong, 37804|And the little dark thing wailed loud, 37804|And the little dark thing wailed loud, 37804 ======================================== SAMPLE 430 ======================================== of the sky, the moon, 31712|The stars, the wind, and the wind are one, 31712|I seem to feel them. 31712|"Then I shall die, 31712|As a bee dropes from an opal-tree, 31712|When the air is still and cold." 31712|And the wind and the lightning are hissed and stunned; 31712|Through the whistling air the thunder hath upheaved 31712|Them; and the wind is still. 31712|The wind is still; 31712|It is not yet, 31712|The wind is up, 31712|Far off, and I must bid farewell, 31712|With empty hands. 31712|I stand at the summit of a height, 31712|I know what darkness is, and what dark void; 31712|But I would not, else I would begin 31712|To walk alone within this deepening gloom. 31712|It is too cold, too gray, I know it is too warm, 31712|Too wild and sweet for earth; and not a breath 31712|As of a child can stir the quiet of my heart 31712|From summer-life. I will not hear in turn 31712|The name of a child's voice. 31712|We two shall rise 31712|In purple, when the autumn twilight comes, 31712|And I shall find you by a bloom-edged gate 31712|In the gray city. 31712|You will not come, 31712|The leaves are in the boughs, and the brown bird 31712|Is singing in the wood. I shall not hear 31712|At all the silence, only the sun will flash 31712|His merriment through the gray leaves. 31712|You will not come, 31712|And I shall hear within her cool, dark house 31712|The winter wind, the wind of the autumn wind 31712|That beats the lazy clouds, and in the sun 31712|It shall speak of you, and be your friend. 31712|But not together, 31712|Or in separate bands, or in an unknown world. 31712|I cannot see you longer, or you gleam 31712|Upon my hair with eyes of olive light, 31712|Your beautiful eyes. Do not forget 31712|The dark green evening, or the silver peace 31712|Of winds that blow at twilight from the west. 31712|And so, my garden will be always green, 31712|And your white feet, beloved, will go never 31712|Out to the world. 31712|You will not come, 31712|And I shall hear within my beating heart 31712|Your name written there. When, in strange places, 31712|Our names are forgotten in the wind of death, 31712|I'll hide the rainbow in a place of flowers, 31712|Your name shall shine again. 31712|You will not come, 31712|We two together; and the heart of me 31712|Will beat against the dark green night's white vest, 31712|And you will know the dreams of other days, 31712|And not the tears of other lovers come. 31712|Why should I strive to be a thing of song, 31712|A harp, a vision? or a melody? 31712|Why should I strive to sing how love has bound 31712|Me with a chain of silences around 31712|Your gentle forehead? or to let you dance 31712|Like birds about your feet, with happy words 31712|To cheer my weary eyes? Or, would you teach 31712|Me to forget the bitter pain I feel, 31712|And care not if I could forget your pain, 31712|When you are gone? For I have known you still 31712|And loved you, who have grown so love-divine 31712|That I can keep my heart from loneliness, 31712|And weary hours that slip, like birds, between-- 31712|That I have loved you better. Then it is 31712|I have grown used to love. 31712|You will not come 31712|Again, and I shall know you; for all night 31712|I shall forget you, and remember you, 31712|Knowing that I loved you longer. 31712|You will not come 31712|Again, and I shall know you; but perhaps 31712|I may remember ======================================== SAMPLE 431 ======================================== that I may say to you, but I will say to you, 1365|Because the sun shines on a day like this. 1365|What is the gold and what is the azure, say? 1365|The sky is dark with clouds. 1365|One thing is certain. 1365|I know the sun, you say it, and I know 1365|The azure sky is blue, and the blue sky 1365|Is azure blue; these blue are lying in the sky 1365|And these blue waters lie all over you. 1365|I cannot say the sky is blue, I cannot say 1365|The sky is wide, and when the sun shines only once 1365|The sky is dark with clouds. 1365|The sunset is a fine red rose, and sometimes 1365|A pale and scarlet rose-bush in the dusk 1365|Melts into dark with colours. 1365|What is the color of the moon? 1365|A bright and burning rose, a softly glowing red, 1365|And yet there is but sun. 1365|And how can I know what is the moon, 1365|Or what is it all these white robes afloat on the air? 1365|I see a lake as clear as day, and the swift clouds 1365|Are dancing here and there above them. 1365|And how do you know what is the sun, this lake 1365|That keeps your face from gazing by the lake? 1365|I see a little lake as blue as the sky, 1365|And as deep and silent, and I know it is a silver moon 1365|Blue and still and cold. 1365|If I knew you could know I would be lost 1365|If I knew that lake as blue. 1365|I saw the moon at play with bright gold, 1365|And it flew away. 1365|I saw the moon rise, yellow and white, in the sky, 1365|In the sky at midday. 1365|Oh, the moon in the sky! 1365|I saw the stars, and I saw the moon, 1365|And the clouds sailing away. 1365|I saw the stars, and I saw the moon, 1365|And the waves and I saw them go. 1365|I saw the stars, and I saw the moon, 1365|And the waves with bright gold below the moon. 1365|Oh, the moon in the sky! 1365|They are lamps for me; 1365|From them to us the rays come and go 1365|Like little light serenely-- 1365|Like little light serenely-- 1365|To little sun and moon and star, 1365|To little fire of doomsday. 1365|Oh, the silver moon in the sky! 1365|That shines and broods. 1365|Oh, the little stars that shine so bright, 1365|I wait for you. 1365|Oh, the dew of the night! 1365|Oh, the silver lily drifting down, 1365|And the silver rose in the sky! 1365|I have waited so for you, and gone out into the night, 1365|With the little shining spirits that sparkle in my sky. 1365|I have not seen the secret you are making, 1365|And yet you have had my treasure all the way, 1365|And when at last I lay me down alone 1365|Your hands and feet are vanished all away. 1365|But, dear, I know the secret, and I know it, 1365|Now from the dusk you are forever out of the dark, 1365|Where is there any light but you I see? 1365|I think a little, living soul is sailing 1365|Into a sea of memory that is far away-- 1365|The waves have reached the shore where you went past me, 1365|And yet a boat is coming from the shore, 1365|And yet the ship is coming, bringing me 1365|The wind that has been blowing all day long, 1365|And yet it has returned. 1365|The heart of a young flower is like a harp strung to the strings, 1365|I heard it calling once before it went to the school. 1365|It cries aloud for pleasures with the heart of a boy, 1365|And calls back the joyous days it learned in college years, 1365|And bids me remember my ======================================== SAMPLE 432 ======================================== . 1279|L'univers man is aye sae guid, 1279|Wha forks, an' forts, an' forts will gie, 1279|Until he win his ain fair-shameless laird, 1279|An' the lave o' them sall hae sae gie. 1279|He'll hae a braw, lang beard, and a breckless throat, 1279|That's a' gude fellows to a foreign note; 1279|An' sae a lord that's free, they'll gie a skin 1279|Wi' ae lock o' a blew, a thrang o' win. 1279|But warily tent, an' a hearty laugh to cheer, 1279|An' a' their little bit o' kindness, for us there; 1279|Our laird has something in mere common day; 1279|They'll tak the other waur than a daisy, they'll 1279|Be courtiers pride, an' loyal men obey. 1279|Their dress and hoots will they be gleg, 1279|Tho' a' their birth fu' gleg, 1279|Their gait and gien, they'll hae anon 1279|Their manners lawg- lairds wi' us. 1279|They'll tak us hame, and we'll be there, 1279|Wi' them wha fa's wi' her-- 1279|For we have nae respect for them.... 1279|They'll gae us twa o' them.-- 1279|For we have nae regard for them.-- 1279|But tent them as you like.-- 1279|In them there's nae respect for them.-- 1279| tent them as you like.-- 1279|Ony wha's aye like them.-- 1279|An' tent them as you like.-- 1279|Gang frae yon toilsome road, 1279|An' tent them where you bide; 1279|An' tent them as you like.-- 1279|An' tent them as you like.-- 1279|Here's to a heart an' a hand, 1279|A hand that is a king, 1279|A hand that is a thing, 1279|A hand alike to bring 1279|Ne'er vent again for anything.-- 1279|This is the tale that was told to me 1279|By those dear little English men 1279|Wha, at the peep of the evening, when 1279|That ha'f lightly daft the light o' the ghaist, 1279|At the evenfa', waked na lesther or 1279|ither, 1279|Waked na its thochts i' the moonbeams to listen 1279|for a lover!-- 1279|_B asleep wi' me, Willie,_ 1279|_ asleep wi' me!_ 1279|Noo, noo, lassie, but twa weel-made- comfortable things, 1279|That lived but aneath the light o' their hame, 1279|Rise aye in aneath wi' me, shout an' sing, 1279|Jean, oh Mauna Lo-a wi' thee, 1279|For Mauna Lo-a weel-knows, mickle and rife, 1279|Loup-wake Dir, leap-wake Dir 1279|Horace's "Johnie," from the first line of his juvenile Poems. 1279|"Oh, Mauna Lo-a, I marvel and much wonder 1279|If we live in Paradise, Mauna Lo-a, 1279|Where angels and angels, rapt in contemplation, 1279|Chant psalms of victory hymning their bliss on their bended knees, 1279|Sing hi-ho, sing ho, the sweet, graceless graceless graceless graceless 1279|_Ma'amie_,--that maddie of Sarah Ann-a, the mither of Madam Almack 1279|What are the flowers of Babylon 1279|Collected from? 1279|What are the pearly gates 1279|O' sweet Agla-Zinnorie? 1279|Where are the kine wi' purple flocks-- 1279|Caledonia, love, and mary? 1279|Where is the daisy, little queen ======================================== SAMPLE 433 ======================================== . 22421|Tyrrhenus we with wine to brave, 22421|Of the grape was made a toast, 22421|With which we won a pleasant life, 22421|Call'd to Virtue, boldly weak; 22421|Yet we, with wine and song oppressed, 22421|Were never free from troubles. 22421|Tyrrhenus, on this wine, now bold, 22421|With his heart, and faith, all unredeem'd, 22421|And his faith again did flourish, 22421|As the juice in ruby-glow 22421|Made the dew upon him flow. 22421|'Tis the juice that makes our years 22421|More and more 22421|Through these cups with which we're cur'd, 22421|That for age our years defends: 22421|Heaven itself could never mend 22421|His own age, 22421|Or decay that age intend; 22421|For the grape never can bring 22421|His new life, 22421|That which here now I bring; 22421|In the fire's fiercer fire 22421|I see now 22421|No cause for weeping inspire. 22421|Dry your cheeks, O mourn your hair, 22421|And look for death to be; 22421|Here's a flower that in the air 22421|Lies to dry. 22421|Away with cares, you wanton boy, 22421|Who fain would be a nun; 22421|But the virgins gather'd up 22421|The rose and virgin-red. 22421|The virgin dead lies at their side, 22421|And they call in to Jove, 22421|When they had but eyes to hide, 22421|They wept for joy of Jove. 22421|To this, we offer up a stone, 22421|Which from their loss we'll tear; 22421|We'll whip the wretch, as suits that groan, 22421|That did the mourning ear. 22421|He's not alone this side the tomb, 22421|Which from his grief we'll tear; 22421|Some say, he was outstripp'd, but Doom 22421|Is now the time for fear. 22421|To this do I my loss lament, 22421|Whose joy I now must view; 22421|Who thus shall to these woods repair, 22421|Or read my book, as I it there. 22421|With paly white clouds fast asleep, 22421|O'er-clouded I do lie, 22421|The curtains drawn, the curtains kept, 22421|And in the fire I cry. 22421|I hear a thousand blended notes, 22421|'Tis I who charm the ear, 22421|That do I hear, and where they come 22421|They tell their minutes, ne'er. 22421|Sweet Nightingale, as I do hear, 22421|My plaints this one declare; 22421|What may not hope from thee, Delight? 22421|Why art thou silent, rare? 22421|The summer-smit, or spring-breathe, 22421|It is, thinks I, no more; 22421|Nor from those boughs does spring return 22421|One breath of thine, no more. 22421|To what green bower may not I fly, 22421|To draw the cowslips round, 22421|To smell the moss, 'twill there bestow 22421|A full and laughing sound. 22421|I would my days to thee might be, 22421|That haste them to begin; 22421|But my long nights and heavy days 22421|No minding dim or done. 22421|Farewell, fair morning-star, and well, 22421|Farewell, benignant day; 22421|When like a lover, when 'tis gone, 22421|Thou hast my evening-star. 22421|Farewell, the morning-star, and well, 22421|Farewell, if night ensue; 22421|For I must hence, I must away, 22421|Farewell, till I do woe. 22421|From THOMAS BATESON's _Twelve Wonders of the World_, IV. 22421|The month is spent, thou cruel month, I ween, ======================================== SAMPLE 434 ======================================== ." 3023|Forthwith the master of the task, 3023|Called at the gates in haste his train, 3023|And bade the heralds all and spur 3023|On his stout steed to cleave the plain. 3023|It seemed as Hiddigeigei's son 3023|Had with the young Prince Thunyein, one 3023|And all of Parnel which there were, 3023|Had made a pathway of the loam, 3023|To further up the verdant lea. 3023|Soon they approach the castle-gate, 3023|And there stood dames of high degree,-- 3023|A maid most fair,--as all men swear. 3023|She was as fair as fair could be, 3023|So meek and mild as any child 3023|Upon the earth there seemed to be 3023|Betwixt the faring and the wild. 3023|Forth goes the noble rider good, 3023|Who with firm heart and courteous mood 3023|Into the dames' hands did strew 3023|The water they had poured below 3023|In a spring time; so passing sweet 3023|Did Hiddigeigei's gentle feet 3023|In that pure place down from the wall 3023|Vanish away, even as fall 3023|The lambs first frightened from the nest, 3023|And so, at last, in terror pressed,-- 3023|Till, near at hand, he took the rein 3023|And led them to the sheltering door, 3023|Till, as the maiden stooped, a strain 3023|Fierce as the roaring lion's roar 3023|Rang from the portal, echoing back 3023|The sound and noise of fear and lack. 3023|Hiddigeigeigei's thoughts then flashed 3023|Into his mind's most lofty heft, 3023|And as his strength failed he was bid 3023|To turn aside, however swift 3023|The others seemed, and, now the same, 3023|The very colour did not fade; 3023|But that which drew him had such shame, 3023|He fell himself not soon to blame. 3023|Then went they o'er the golden gate 3023|All sad, and when they saw him there, 3023|The old man bowed his wearied head. 3023|But when he saw not, bowed his head 3023|Amazed, and saw his tears stand fast, 3023|And he could wish, but no, not he, 3023|Never the child I used to see; 3023|And so in sorrowful amaze, 3023|I closed that look and strove to gaze 3023|As if I had been wholly thine. 3023|And yet no child's tale so began 3023|As this one night-time now to tell; 3023|The little maid, when the next man 3023|Seemed of his journey made a man, 3023|I, being alone, with all my heart 3023|In quiet following, kissed the spring. 3023|And this is a wonderful legend 3023|No tongue has ever told, 3023|My father loves to the Ting Ting, 3023|And the men are both of 'this city' 3023|They say, for they do love a country, 3023|And as for me, so I am with them. 3023|Then why should I sit in the city 3023|And where I once was sitting? Oh! 3023|I never have seen the street so pitiful; 3023|The city as good as the country was sorry 3023|And some folk say there are in it. 3023|Then why should I sit in the city 3023|Or where the great streets are? Oh! 3023|When you are in the corner of the city, 3023|What pity that you have not seen me? 3023|Or why do you sit in the city, 3023|Shivering and pale and wet? 3023|I am afraid of the wind blowing, 3023|And nothing the worse I've done. 3023|And why do you sit in the city 3023|And why do you stand in the square, 3023|Under the trees and under my trees, 3023|And under the pines and the meadows ======================================== SAMPLE 435 ======================================== on her hands, 11014|And on her lips the smile of Love 11014|As the young lips unconscious 11014|Of their quick importance; 11014|The wonder in her eyes 11014|Like a stray spirit leaving Paradise; 11014|The wonder that she cast aside 11014|The care that was a world's, and died: 11014|The wonder that her love laid on 11014|A living head, and looked on it 11014|As one in tender wisdom versed. 11014|She lifted up her eyes and saw 11014|The glory of the love that lay 11014|As on a rose-red field of corn 11014|Before a golden sky of morn-- 11014|A land of peace and dreams and mirth, 11014|Where Jesus wrought his cradle-throne 11014|Until it stood alone. 11014|She lifted up her eyes and saw 11014|Her Saviour standing by her side 11014|Before the throne, as when a cloud 11014|Sweeps from a mountain in the skies: 11014|And all the kneeling she upraised 11014|Watched by their loving eyes. 11014|She saw her little Son returning 11014|Into his mother's arms: his face 11014|Was like a troubled ocean, where 11014|All the winds of heaven went hurrying. 11014|Forth she ran to meet her child, 11014|And they were standing by her side: 11014|With parted lips she turned him cold, 11014|And looked upon her wondering eyes, 11014|And in her heart she felt its pain, 11014|And cried, "O glorious God in Heaven! 11014|O Son of God, my pitiful heart 11014|Unto my Saviour's love is clinging. 11014|"And when I come my Father's voice 11014|Shall be in all my strength renewed: 11014|Thou hast no arm to raise the weak. 11014|The way is long and very long, 11014|And many weary years are near 11014|Before the end shall be, my child. 11014|"We must not long be wanting thee, 11014|Nor thou to me, my little one. 11014|A journey of love's little worth 11014|We must not long endure, my child! 11014|"I know that thou art happy now, 11014|And happy to be, to leave behind 11014|A message from Peter in the wood, 11014|To ask my mother in the deep, 11014|Where I may meet her presently, 11014|Where I may find her again, and yet again. 11014|"And though I come to seek my home, 11014|'Tis a long journey, but it must be long; 11014|Beyond the wood I must not roam, 11014|For I must bear another song, 11014|And yet my weary heart is stirred 11014|When thou dost come into my heart 11014|To speak in my ears, once on a time, 11014|Of the world's griefs and its perils thine. 11014|"I have no home save but the soul, 11014|All silent, sad, a wandering star; 11014|The wild wind is a stranger soul, 11014|And I know that it is a lonely star. 11014|I have no spirit, and no soul, 11014|Save but the soul of a strange land 11014|Where it is not, though it be, 11014|To bear a memory of such hands 11014|As only God has given to thee! 11014|"I know thou art not--thou fair star - 11014|The only one thou shinest through; 11014|The glory of the light that breaks 11014|In shining drops upon the deep, 11014|That makes thy dimpling, round, and warm, 11014|To gladden the rough ocean's breast, 11014|And startle the gay dreamy waves 11014|Thro' the clear waves like friends possessed, 11014|And make them roon and roar and foam 11014|As if they heard were but a name, 11014|And gave thee but thy beams to warm 11014|And keep them bright across the foam, 11014|Until they sink into thy grave, 11014|And then they cannot pass away - 11014|Though life may change where thou ======================================== SAMPLE 436 ======================================== , 8187|And there I stand without my "Foot" or "Trip." 8187|The morning dawns; the sky is bright, 8187|Golden the sunset; in the stream 8187|The ocean-birds are welcoming 8187|Their eager loves, as thus I seem, 8187|My heart makes haste to say--alas! 8187|And now, 'tis gone--nor light there is 8187|Save in the water, where its name 8187|Should be unknown, my heart and I 8187|Are wandering still. 8187|I think, 'tis gone,--and so, for aye, 8187|My soul's delight seems ever new; 8187|'Tis gone,--'tis gone,--once more I see 8187|That happy pairs on sea-side grew, 8187|Nor thought of them, nor ever knew 8187|To whom they had each other known-- 8187|They loved to look on, while my mind 8187|Turned restless then before 'twas gone; 8187|And yet, I know not why, yet twain 8187|Like them I stood, when, weak and worn, 8187|One day from the far East they sailed 8187|At sunset's hour. 8187|It was not in the present state 8187|To stay awhile--one summer morn, 8187|While all the people, seeing that, 8187|Had felt their lover's warm caress 8187|Upon her neck, to her and her 8187|Their mutual joys, as thus I said: 8187|I'm sure she had me back again; 8187|I hear them now, in accents low, 8187|And, coming o'er, will ask no more 8187|Whate'er the end,--no, ne'er before: 8187|Nor I, who, with me, wear toil, 8187|Nor sweat the brow to Empress cerulean, 8187|Will ask no plat from our poor soil 8187|Nor leave a heart untired, a daughter. 8187|How welcome then the scene on which 8187|I first had met those souls! to them 8187|I am, and must confess, I lack 8187|No welcome here, nor love the lack 8187|Of all that heaven contains; a child, 8187|Whose innocent lips, the little way 8187|I loved and laughed to, when at play, 8187|With what a childish grace and air 8187|I'd seemed to hail me; yet, there, there, 8187|O'er all those others there did pry, 8187|She gave me such a fond heart's care, 8187|I thought her far too good to die, 8187|My own child, not too kind. 8187|Oh, there, ah there, the world's hard strife 8187|Between us, 'twixt _me_ and _you_!" 8187|And oh, but there, oh, there our God 8187|May sit and smile--he will be there, 8187|Just as God mused, the angels' Lord, 8187|Who _first_ the struggling flower did bear, 8187|And, smiling on that child, gave me 8187|A look of kind attention; 8187|The child, whose eyes then shone with joy, 8187|The child that was my choice-- 8187|He shall not look on _whom_, I fear, 8187|With all his childish ways, 8187|I'll never, never see him more! 8187|Yet why should I despair? 8187|The child still cries and cries, 8187|As if he were her own dear Friend, 8187|And she his own dear Friend; 8187|She knows nor cares nor breaks, 8187|From all the grief that breaks 8187|With such a troubled look, as those 8187|Who watch and weep, have wits 8187|Of her betrothed; one, on whose cheeks 8187|The smiles have mingled yet, 8187|Whose lips, with love's warm seals of tears, 8187|Are seal'd in death to forget. 8187|And, even when thus he mocks 8187|His love, and looks to meet 8187|The fond caresses he makes known, 8187|While his life hangs, like fruit ======================================== SAMPLE 437 ======================================== ; and then a voice from heaven above, 33156|As if the thunder-interpell'd earth 33156|Shook from the ruin'd tower: and, "Let no act 33156|Of mercy's fall," she cried, "not break away!" 33156|Forth pour'd, obedient to the sudden voice, 33156|Herself the scene of wrath and ruin'd man. 33156|O'er the rough road of this prodigious steep 33156|Fell from the middle, and the wind was loud, 33156|As many an eddying torrent swept its swell, 33156|When lo, behold! the tempest from on high 33156|Springs forth; for it was angry to perceive 33156|The lightning's birth, and hail its angry lord! 33156|And lo, there fell a damsel glittering on, 33156|And a wild shriek, and, lo, there burst beneath, 33156|And all the rocks were swept, asunder rent, 33156|And flung the thunder on the groaning main. 33156|She rose, and on her face an auburn hair 33156|Was seen, and as the mountain-orb that rolls, 33156|Smit by the mighty thunder, she alights, 33156|And, as he scales the height, in radiance far, 33156|From Heaven exulting o'er the Thunderer's throne! 33156|"Thou art not worthy of my second fate, 33156|Thou hast been wholly vain, though fond of late: 33156|Thou hast been wholly vain, my second fate, 33156|By whom, though vanquish'd, I shall yet be free! 33156|Aye, let my future days with joy attend, 33156|And future ages, for an age so brief, 33156|Be doom'd for ever in my destined tomb!" 33156|Thus she: from Earth her guilty heart was torn, 33156|Where Mercy fed her, bleeding in its heart. 33156|Heaven gives no more: he bade the heavens to roll, 33156|Earth's thousand tongues were silent, every tongue 33156|Loud with discordant cries, "Despair, despair! 33156|Despair, and rage, and anguish, wait thy call, 33156|Be deaf to pity, and to mercy call! 33156|Despair, and terror, wait thy call, and list 33156|The dreary silence of the world to hear." 33156|And now, through all the empyreal scene, 33156|With ravish'd rage, the sovereign power was lost; 33156|Nor did the sun his shining eye withdraw 33156|From the clear orb, and bid a blaze to blaze! 33156|Fierce, yet resistless, he attempts to rise; 33156|And with his fell scorch all hell invades: 33156|All heaven bursts out; from hell's deep yawning source 33156|He gains the deep; the caverns of the night 33156|He cleaves, and darkness is the boundless bound. 33156|Sighs triumphs, sorrows rise: and groans reply; 33156|All but the cry, "Rejoice! and turn away!" 33156|Thus speaks the sternest tyrant of the deep: 33156|But, lo, the God! from whom the worlds begun, 33156|From whom the secrets of the wave begun, 33156|(All from his throne, that never man survey'd,) 33156|His eye, deep-viewing, marks the hero's shade. 33156|In the dread pomp, magnificent to see; 33156|In glittering domes, and gardens of the blest! 33156|As in the day-spring, bursting through the flood, 33156|The storm-wing'd sea-mews o'er the hills give o'er, 33156|And, o'er the mountains, rend the foamy main; 33156|The rock-revolv'd cliff, that frown'd on many a strand, 33156|The pealing thunder, and the bolt of heaven, 33156|From earth's remotest steep, that roar'd on high, 33156|And all the rending floods their roar forbore. 33156|And now, with anxious looks, and all his woes, 33156|Shy Polyphemus to the foamy main 33156|His giant-quarrels unperceived he bears ======================================== SAMPLE 438 ======================================== 1365|And so they were at work in the world! 1365|When they had learned this lesson of peace, 1365|And of beauty, though they have shown unfeigned 1365|The grandeur of the spirit of God, 1365|And his wonderful wonders abroad, 1365|They made their choice of their lot as the day 1365|Spreadeth the carpet of death. If they would 1365|Extend their skill and strengthen their strength 1365|And teach them, and then they would teach them the truths 1365|Of God and his goodness and mercy and grace. 1365|For if they were wise, they would beg them a home 1365|Of goodly and fruitful mercies, so they had 1365|Needful and rich apparel, and they knew 1365|No wish for a better or a fairer life 1365|Than either; and truly their home was a home 1365|Far higher than the mansions of Rome. 1365|Their homes and the borders of Grecian hills 1365|Are there; on a fair hill-top there is a town 1365|That is paved with the ore of many a town, 1365|And over it rises, and lies, and rises, 1365|And becomes a temple, a God, a palace. 1365|And on the first day of April, 'Here, you say,' 1365|Lingered a friend in a very idleness, 1365|Who came to invite his followers to walk, 1365|And gave them a companion. 1365|One day 1365|The Devil stood 1365|In the porch of the Walgett; and he saw 1365|The ghost of the Bishop, the Devil's dog, 1365|Grim and terrible; and the first man sent, 1365|With a loud voice, a trumpet sound, that said, 1365|'Why skip ye, girls, there is danger in the house 1365|Of the Devil and his garden, and I fear 1365|In the neighbourhood to-morrow he may lose 1365|His master and master.' 1365|And in the morning 1365|They arrived in the house at eve; and they heard 1365|The terrible summons, and the beautiful voice, 1365|And the voice of the master, the angel chorus, 1365|Which was sung on the day of the Lord's Desire, 1365|And which is shouted and thrown forth upon instinct 1365|By a blind crowd, through the streets. 1365|All the people came 1365|And took them, and pressed with them toward the door, 1365|And the aged monk and the Bishop who sat 1365|As sentinels, and read, and wrote his scroll, 1365|'Go forth and preach, and preach; and make your noise 1365|As a madmen's song! and make the people laugh!' 1365|And he was gone. There was much stern rebuke, 1365|And he was still a boy. He had no thought 1365|Of the world's evil. He could preach and preach, 1365|And preach on in the village, where the old 1365|Cron had ordered his good Saxon friends, and showed 1365|That they had been there many days, and they were 1365|Takers enough for all the laws and customs 1365|That kept them from temptations. 1365|"Well, after my short days 1365|Made itself sad, and my short week brought out 1365|Its little space for writing. It is yours 1365|To write to the Bishop, and you needn't whine, 1365|And make the people laugh. All that is gone 1365|Will come to you; but I shall come to you; 1365|And never more. Take up your pen and say 1365|This is the best of it. Go forth and write.' 1365|"He wrote and closed the cowl upon his knee. 1365|The Bishop smiled and said, 'You cannot say 1365|There is no living mortal who can write 1365|Without an instance, and no dead ones, too, 1365|Or no dead folks.'" 1365|"I did that when 1365|He heard the Bishop was walking up and down; 1365|But now when I'm past making into verse 1365|And the beginning of it, I will give you my fruit, 1365|And my seed, and he who lives in ======================================== SAMPLE 439 ======================================== --and they 24819|Must soon have heard a cry. 24819|But we--we mourn the loss of such a chief 24819|That e'er must die--a sad sad tale to tell. 24819|O! how shall we who have died in the dark 24819|Seek in the dreary paths of the world to tell 24819|That evermore a child is weeping 24819|In the dark caves of Sorrow. 24819|In all the land of merry England, 24819|While a score of lads around 24819|Brave lads and lassies of good knights 24819|Sat crowned 24819|In the green grasses of the town. 24819|And each did listen in his hour 24819|While the good lads of the town-- 24819|The good knights of the province-land-- 24819|The good knights of the crown. 24819|But the sun shone on a score of men 24819|With a beam of silvery gleam; 24819|And the lads and lasses of the land 24819|They sauntered on to Dream. 24819|And every lass on the land of dreams 24819|Did gaze an instant there, 24819|And then, with a glance like fire, 24819|They went down to the fair. 24819|And some, the rest, said they were gay-- 24819|The noble, the renowned, 24819|Who came from little Apollin 24819|Or the Magi or the Sound. 24819|And some, they showed to the good knight 24819|How their lord was left in the war, 24819|And how at his birth 24819|He did not die--the noble-hearted-- 24819|He did not die--the brave. 24819|There's a poet whom I can no more, 24819|Than would any heart of mine own, 24819|Whose happy memory can tell 24819|That the tears that pass alone. 24819|It may be he suffers a sister's grief, 24819|And so the Muse has a fancy due, 24819|That all she saw and did for sorrow 24819|Are wiped away in the wind of the Yew. 24819|And the friends he left were kind to him, 24819|And his heart was young and his hopes were bright, 24819|And if he had loved, I doubt him not, 24819|To have seen them a while ago. 24819|It may be he dreams of a golden day, 24819|Or a storm of a wondrous day, 24819|For all the hope of his heart is gone, 24819|And all is but the olden way. 24819|And he'll go out in the cold North air, 24819|To meet the eyes that we both may see; 24819|And he'll forget his lady's despair, 24819|And the love in his heart will be. 24819|It was on the beautiful banks of the Beautiful River, 24819|Flowing on like a stream over a sea of crushed gold, 24819|Where the wild roses nodded with wonderful tints of 24819|purest dew. 24819|Flowers of tender light and scent 24819|And the perfume of the night; 24819|The winds bequeathed them in their flight, 24819|For a little heaven-sent day 24819|That was waiting its returning day. 24819|All the flowers went, though a little breeze 24819|Arose not to baffle; 24819|It blew from the garden of the bees 24819|In a strange and misty way. 24819|The flowers came and went 24819|As the bee came tumbling down, 24819|And no honey-hearted bee 24819|Or merrier, nor bigger brown, 24819|Could gather in the flower's gay grace 24819|The fragrance of the roses. 24819|The buds we grew so near to the flowers 24819|That all the summer hours 24819|Came slipping on us; and our hours 24819|Were winging to their flying hours. 24819|They danced, and drank at morning hours 24819|In the sparkling dew of dew; 24819|Oh, what if the dew 24819|Had taken up the words they said. 24819|'Twas a little space before the light 24819|Of a glorious sun was ======================================== SAMPLE 440 ======================================== and the dames of his own age 3698|Were never troubled with the thought they told. 3698|The same stern goddess was of savage mood, 3698|As erst the bard of Othrys was inclined; 3698|The same with Orpheus was as weary spent, 3698|As Orpheus sad, when he returns to shore; 3698|But she--she left him with her constant mind, 3698|As other phantoms oft--with grief opprest, 3698|When their lost love the sinking vessel nears. 3698|And near the vessel that long since had borne 3698|His partner to the sea; the same her tale 3698|At the first ear did wonder; but in vain; 3698|For still they sigh'd, her helm yet swept amain; 3698|And the boat leaves the hero more alone. 3698|The boughs of Pelion are like olden trees, 3698|Whose tops, with some prophetic impulse bent, 3698|Bend and are bent beneath the weight of seas; 3698|And the ship, beaten by the wave, declined 3698|And laved their bones on earth--a weary crew. 3698|Thus the false story of her guilt was told; 3698|But now no vengeful rage, no fell endeavour, 3698|Persuades the bard to spoil the false design; 3698|As if the wretch before his wrath was riven. 3698|For when the tale was told, the villain thought 3698|That, if the tale were true, he had the fort, 3698|And by the priest, who watch'd with constant care 3698|The rising mischief, would the villain share. 3698|The tale was told, when, from a rising rock, 3698|The fraud shot out an ample space and deep, 3698|Which was a bar, that to avenge it spoke 3698|And might precipitate the banneret to keep. 3698|And, as it chanced, his barrow fell a-bed, 3698|And, at the last, above a mighty main 3698|Rear'd its white ridges, to its deep recess 3698|Where the rude column stood, the barrow hung 3698|Cold on the wave, and the small peak half hung 3698|Aloft, with many a seam adown the stream. 3698|The baron watch'd till half behind him fell, 3698|And scarcely had look'd on aught; but thought, 3698|In his distemper'd frenzy, that he heard 3698|The miserable tale, and had the truth 3698|Supplanted, which, with the surviving tongue 3698|Of all the truth, he heard, and stood again. 3698|And he, who had not long survived his woe, 3698|And the poor burthen of his life had made, 3698|When in the boat he left, and stood unseen, 3698|And the sad madness hazarded his hair, 3698|Seem'd now of all the wretched crew that day. 3698|The old man look'd, and said, "Oh misery! 3698|How like a wretch a ghost I seem to be! 3698|Ah me! what misery! I never saw 3698|My wretched face, nor heard it, like to one 3698|Neglectful of all friends he might have had!---- 3698|How would it all be if I were a ghost! 3698|Yet why, when this same night, so long with grief, 3698|And dark'ning visage, I should never see 3698|The moon go forth, but she should leave behind 3698|A cloud of darkness, and a dreadful shade; 3698|And thou, that as my earliest moments gild 3698|The thorns of life, wilt learn to live as well 3698|As I, and for my only love, and die. 3698|Thou shall conduct me hence to the high tower 3698|Of my ideal city, where the sea 3698|Shall bear me through the deep abyss of heaven, 3698|To see if I have power to ascend 3698|Or virtue, that can never stoop to climb!" 3698|Like as a boy, resentful of the past, 3698|He watch'd his children climbing to the tower, 3698|And thought of childhood's freshness, and fair rest ======================================== SAMPLE 441 ======================================== -fruited forests in the North 30501|And in the East they saw the Cross: the Cross 30501|Of Christ's Blood City. Whitely a dark speck 30501|Hid the deep hues of the death-day. Drake looked on 30501|And knew the Cross. "Nay, nay, my Lord (the Cross 30501|Which she had brought him) there are no names! 30501|And, there, you know that I have offered one 30501|To hang upon my Cross and plead the cause. 30501|We bleed--and there is nothing in the world 30501|Shall hold one separate name. Our God is God, 30501|And that is mine--Christ's truth for you and mine 30501|From dawn to dusk. In your own memories 30501|I seem but to grow grey. The Cross is there, 30501|And the great Cross, the great White Cross of Christ 30501|And all things real; the great White Cross of Christ 30501|Shall stand, a shining sign upon the Cross; 30501|And you shall know the truth as well as I, 30501|And you shall know the truth as well as I 30501|If God has power to make the Cross myself. 30501|"I charge the King for all he hath to give 30501|This day his crown, and that the Cross shall live 30501|Because I died as I did--or I leave 30501|This crown, his crown upon my Cross today, 30501|Washed by the Cross"--that, at the word, he spoke 30501|As if he loved his own until the dark 30501|Surpassed the hope of that strange dawn he saw 30501|When, to the Cross, death had stolen away his body, 30501|And his soul lifted up his soul above it, 30501|And all the sacrifice without a flaw 30501|He won, and it was mine! Who art thou now? 30501|Who hath given name to me in hours like these? 30501|Who hath given joy to me, or who hath made 30501|My sacrifice a thing for such a price 30501|As may be snapped and snapped on all my days? 30501|Who hath given me life for these? The Cross is there. 30501|Love had I spent in hoping and in vain. 30501|I dared, if God could: nothing would have worn 30501|My sacrifice but this; and now that I 30501|Must reach the shores of life, this very day 30501|My Cross looks only home into my heart! 30501|_Porridge's Heart._ Song--or _The Sea_--which, the end of it, it, the 30501|chimney-sweep. 30501|A-sailing with her topsails full, a-waning with her galleons 30501|over the green sea._ 30501|The sea is silent, but she holds her breath 30501|To listen for a little while--then falls 30501|With a great heavy thunder of great huzzas, 30501|When, clattering with her topsails, down the blast 30501|She plunges her great arms about her head 30501|And makes the sea cower in her thunder-soaked throat 30501|And the white spray-spray in her teeth is shed. 30501|And now our England keeps no sign to her. 30501|She will not know, she never will! But close 30501|I hold my heart--she shall not know; for though 30501|Her feet pass through the storm of what men do, 30501|She will endure, not dream, nor be repressed: 30501|The tides that wash a little now will surge 30501|And be no more than the great Sea of Good! 30501|_Sour Maîtreis Sympleg', an'_ 30501|_Music's A Mus'ous, an'_ 30501|_That's_ A KIN'S _Tune, Friend: Pity's the Woe-- 30501|'Tis not for me to hear it, but because 30501|There's a way in the dark where the small clouds grow, 30501|There's a way to the great sea of Good, too; 30501|There is room for a love, when the wave's at the brim-- 30501|There is bed for a love when the wave's at the brim-- 30501| ======================================== SAMPLE 442 ======================================== |We are the children of the old, 24819|We have each other in our sleep: 24819|They lie as white, they are as bright, 24819|We dream the while we laugh outright: 24819|At dawn we laugh and dance and sing; 24819|At eve, we dance with none to-day. 24819|All are the same: our joys are rare: 24819|Some day the grave will be our care. 24819|The dawn is ours; the noon is fate; 24819|We dance as seldom--but too late. 24819|What though to-day your steps be strange, 24819|And scare us with unwonted fear? 24819|What though we fail? There is no change, 24819|We humbly come and kiss and part: 24819|Though you are wrong, we know your art, 24819|We judge too harshly in our heart. 24819|What though no kindly faith do give 24819|Permission from us! Who can stay? 24819|Our griefs are light and colourless, 24819|Our graces crimson as the morn 24819|Just fluttered on some passing day. 24819|Though you are weak, and we grow old, 24819|Our tears flow for your faltering sake: 24819|We know you will not fail, we know. 24819|But why of us shall we break wing 24819|To find you? We will tell the spring. 24819|'Tis not for us to tender trust: 24819|We cannot share or take or give; 24819|We will not look or speak, we must. 24819|What though you cannot understand, 24819|We have a care for what is right; 24819|Why suffer we, in our defeat, 24819|To see, though we may not submit? 24819|'Tis better to have loved and lost 24819|The love that never was forgot. 24819|Why am I mocked of all the vain 24819|Vain dreamers of a hidden pain? 24819|Why does no man care now but while 24819|His soul has joy of that it sees? 24819|Why is it that the mourner shares 24819|The bitter joy his heart feels no more 24819|Than the content it has to care 24819|For those that have not lived before? 24819|And, ah! the love, when blind, has failed, 24819|And shows no shred of her bright hair, 24819|But gazing in its own dark eyes 24819|Is better than the joy, that lies 24819|'Twixt light and laughter, on the air. 24819|The mourner shares the light of skies, 24819|And looks abroad on happy mirth, 24819|And looks upon the face of earth 24819|That shall no more bewilder know, 24819|But, like a lonely gipsy, go 24819|And smile as sweetly as it can 24819|With beauty not its own can be. 24819|Why am I despised! Why do I look 24819|With hope of heaven and earth apart? 24819|I cannot laugh at God: God cannot care 24819|For me. It is my heart, God knows, 24819|That I shall look to Him and live, 24819|And be as other women must, 24819|Yet, if that love be not so great, 24819|That only Heaven be not so small, 24819|That there should come no second birth, 24819|I shall not miss the happy sign; 24819|That I, through weary days of woe, 24819|May find the peace of God, and see 24819|The good God smiling at me. 24819|I pass the hours, I pass the hours, 24819|I weary of the toil, 24819|I find the bread that is my wealth, 24819|I find the peace of God; 24819|I miss the work that never ends, 24819|I miss the wisdom that mature 24819|Has been with me since then, 24819|I miss the lessons taught by faith, 24819|I miss the goodness of men, 24819|I miss the labor that has been, 24819|I miss the spur that tells of woe, 24819|I miss the victory won, 24819|I miss the battle- ======================================== SAMPLE 443 ======================================== |And to her chamber, with her maids, they came 658|In the first impulse of his furious car. 658|But when they came to the clear-flowing river 658|Where lovely Niobe abode, they found 658|The goddess in her winding-sheet drawn out 658|From the river, sore beset and stern, and nigh 658|She lay, with all her tresses gathered round 658|And over-wearied, tangled long locks black 658|And her gold hair, as over Ocean's son 658|Long dead the deep dark flood-foam washed away. 658|When she had told her sorrows, down she lay 658|Upon the bank of some lone mountain deep, 658|That in high heaven above her head was set. 658|Thereon the heart of Neoptolemus 658|For years and sorrows full of sorrows ran, 658|Till to a vale-side that dim place of death 658|The high-wayed town of Menelaus lay, 658|And that deep lake of sorrow; on the bank 658|Achates heard the moaning of the stream, 658|And called on those that stood beside the wain 658|Whose bodies were by strong Argives cast, 658|And there with these to make lamenting prayer. 658|Then Peleus' son beheld from far the shore 658|At Peleus' hand a little while a space 658|Of sea-bedecked blackness, flecked with white 658|The river, with a great wave washed away, 658|And in his heart a great lamenting came, 658|As to the spot wherethrough the poplar grove 658|Mourned of the Gods' good anger, till the grass 658|Rose to the feet of their exultant Lord. 658|Yet in the darkling water were they not, 658|Being now very far from parents' lands, 658|And all around them lay their countless dead; 658|And all day long they lay, for all alone, 658|Or utterly perished; but when the third day 658|Should come, and the sun set, and the cold stream 658|Might cease from over the misty-seeming earth, 658|E'en then did Eos of Imbros, of the streams 658|Which now flowed underground with men as now, 658|And now around the plain, and now the stream 658|Did glide in the dim shadow, till the green 658|Alone made cover from the sun away, 658|And in the sun the spear-beam shot along 658|From out the inner house, and mingled o'er 658|With the broad shield-hung crest and gleaming breast. 658|But when the sun sank still, and the sun turned 658|Back to his setting, and the air grew soft, 658|Then did all heaven shed over all his eyes 658|A softness so divine, that men-at-arms 658|Went out from all the house-ways, and his heart 658|Began to bleat with rage. Therewith he waked 658|Of his own heart, and hearkened to his soul 658|With one triumphant shout: 658|"O son of Peleus, thou shalt live a life 658|With the dear dead of Troy, and all thy days 658|Shalt shine with peace, and thine shall be the wealth 658|Of the Argives, if thou wishest of thy sons 658|A golden ransom. Now is come the time 658|For me to give thee back to me, that when 658|The Fates shall wreak their vengeance on my foes, 658|Now that the dead are come to life again, 658|Thou may'st find grace at home, and mighty deeds 658|Done for the Trojans in their halls, or aught 658|To do with Troy, but let them all exalt 658|The Achaean heroes to a lasting peace. 658|But let us now the long-forgotten Gods 658|With stern words crown our deeds, and bid us pay 658|A debt to the dead, that he may take his life 658|By his own gift; but let us all forget 658|Awe-wards, ere I set tongue-tippling down. 658|This good the Gods have given me, that my heart 658|May now be breaking even with a son: 658|Let him be slain. Let him be spared awhile 658|By the death ======================================== SAMPLE 444 ======================================== . 1365|In the leafy net of my soft and shining hair, 1365|I hid my face beneath th' expanse of deep delight. 1365|I kissed the rose of love; 1365|It was all the crimson rose I had loved so long, 1365|My heart was such that I could feel it, and hold thee. 1365|But, love, my cheek is like the maiden-friar-berry, 1365|My head is like thy lover's, 1365|My mouth is like thy Lover's, thou knowest all things well, 1365|My eyes are like thine own, my heart is not mine. 1365|When we were first acquent 1365|Our eyes were like great globes of fire, 1365|Our locks were like the key 1365|Wherewith we are alive, 1365|But when my Love came by, 1365|We were not two. 1365|He kissed my Love, and I was full of pride. 1365|He set his lips apart, 1365|And looked at me with hungry eyes. 1365|He cried, he spake, he kissed me, 1365|Till my love died; 1365|Then we went wandering side by side, 1365|And I hid him in his grave. 1365|When I am dead, my Love, 1365|And you, my Love, adored by angels, 1365|With holy mouth shall hail you, 1365|When I am dead, 1365|Then I shall never weep again. 1365|You made me a man of choice, 1365|And I will not be your lover, 1365|Will not endure your love for me, 1365|Or win your heart from me. 1365|But I was born a man, 1365|And my new lover, as the days 1365|Go ever on, with outstretched hands, 1365|I wait for you and die. 1365|I wait in the night for you 1365|To fold me in your dreamless arms, 1365|To watch you weaving, and I wait; 1365|For I must give you life for life, 1365|And you must need it so. 1365|Your eyes are full, and your hair 1365|Wins me from living death. 1365|For I must keep you living, 1365|I cannot live without you all. 1365|So hard, so hard, 1365|To keep the earth from breaking; 1365|So steeped in the warm and dead 1365|When you shall weep for me, 1365|Shall I not stand 1365|With laughing lips and hands 1365|And lips to praise and bless, 1365|And kiss, 1365|With you--Ah, you will know, 1365|And I'll not hear you cry, 1365|Nor see your face. I must live 1365|Until my dying hour, 1365|Until you give 1365|My life as it had been, 1365|Not wholly useless, nor a flower, 1365|To blossom and to blossom! 1365|I have loved flowers, not a few, 1365|Not a rose-bud blossom, 1365|Not a great, great, small, 1365|Did I love you, dear. 1365|I have lived colours and not knives, 1365|Not words, not swords, not letters, 1365|And a small, small faith remains 1365|Upon my life and death. 1365|So be it. 1365|I would give up all, and give up all; 1365|I would give up all in one, 1365|I would give up all within and without, 1365|I would give up all within and without, 1365|I would give up all within and without. 1365|For I am the sun, 1365|I, the sun of my living mind; 1365|And the love, and the laughter, and the songs 1365|That fill my thought the days. 1365|I would give up all. That is my heart. 1365|I would give up all. That is the way. 1365|I have no part in anything, 1365|But in the sky and sea. 1365|I hold the sunset in my hand. 1365|It is as though it did not break ======================================== SAMPLE 445 ======================================== ._ O say not therefore that her face I see 20586|Is bright with springing rain. 20586|Her lips are red and of a tender blue, 20586|Her lovely hair her hands resemble,-- 20586|I am a weak old woman, she is weak 20586|And cannot see her veins. 20586|Her lips will shut like rose-leaves in a cup,-- 20586|There are no words to speak. 20586|Her lips' soft kisses where they used to sip,-- 20586|I know full well she loved them not,-- 20586|I love them all, I love them as I think 20586|I could not tell you if I loved them, 20586|I did not tell you if I loved you, 20586|I did not tell you if I loved you, 20586|I knew full well you knew. 20586|She loved me, I loved her, and we two; 20586|She saw my passion, she told me; 20586|Together we had as we were smitten, 20586|And as we looked throughblow shattered, 20586|But she was more compassionate than all, 20586|And I was less polite. 20586|She could not know what we were gazing at, 20586|We did not know what we were gazing at, 20586|I did not tell her what. 20586|But when a little child's mouth opened wide, 20586|And whispered, "Father, I can never believe 20586|That any one who loves me should believe 20586|That any one who loves me should believe 20586|That any one who loves me should believe 20586|That any one who loves me should believe 20586|That any one who loves me should believe 20586|That any one who loves me should believe 20586|That any one who loves me should believe 20586|That any one who loves me should believe 20586|That any one who loves me should believe 20586|That any one who loves me should believe 20586|That any one who loves me should believe 20586|That any one I loved in the whole world 20586|Or one who'd loved me in the whole world's bounds, 20586|Would believe it true. 20586|I've lived for all I've known. 20586|Then you should be more mine, 20586|And I'd go home again, and I might die, 20586|With never a word. 20586|But you should stay, and I should never go 20586|To meet you any more. 20586|But you should stay and I should never miss 20586|A word and you should say of me no more. 20586|And you would stay and I should surely miss 20586|A word and you would say of me no more. 20586|But I should bear a word, and you should bear 20586|A thought and you would say of me no more. 20586|But I should bear a word, and not believe, 20586|That you would go away and not to-day. 20586|Would that were true you say,--my heart should leave 20586|For all you ever said. 20586|I never _hear_ how any one should grieve 20586|If you should look into my face--and say, 20586|"You look that you have loved me, and I care, 20586|I care for naught. 20586|That little word is strange to me and strange," 20586|And it should say, "Ah me, 20586|Your love is strange and I am sad to-day, 20586|You keep it mine! 20586|I fear it might be that some evil god 20586|Would take this little word away and say, 20586|"'What is it that I do remember so? 20586|When I was strong I gave you everything; 20586|For now I had no power to break it down! 20586|I could not break it down!" 20586|But if you held your hands out to my mouth 20586|And strove to speak, and if you strove and said 20586|"Just now and then-- 20586|The words are few to break a little word!"-- 20586|O then I'd tell you something--if a thought 20586|Were just the thought of you! 20586|Do not fear a god. He's often prowling 20586|Up and down the mountain-- ======================================== SAMPLE 446 ======================================== |Or what the old, fond mother's joy, 26331|May miss in yonder world below, 26331|A fair and pure transcendent power; 26331|And, oh! that such a gentle heart 26331|A sigh may utter love and care, 26331|In the fair garden of my boyhood's days. 26331|Thou shalt be happy, if with joyous zest 26331|Thy soul has triumphed o'er life's lonely way; 26331|Warbling and chirping as at heaven's behest, 26331|The wild birds of the air have ceased to play. 26331|And, oh! that blessed hour, when thee shall meet 26331|An infant smiling at its mother's side, 26331|And soothe its wakening with a mother's sweet, 26331|And guide to him who gives his charge to guide. 26331|And oh! the happy hour, when thee shall hear 26331|The little band of maidens skimming o'er 26331|Their locks of dark hair's gold, and trembling ear 26331|With the old music crush their rosy more; 26331|And, oh! the happy hour, when thee shall hear 26331|The merry fairy-brier's roundelay; 26331|And, oh! the happy hour, when thee shall hear 26331|The music of the leafy trees that play, 26331|And, thou shalt hear and know, when thou shalt bear 26331|The father's charge to him whose heiress care 26331|Keeps the old trysting-place against thy heart; 26331|And that thine old and heirly trust may be 26331|Fulfilled to thee by every human art. 26331|And, oh! that childish passion, when it burns, 26331|When it its warm and gentle warmth prepares, 26331|And we are blest and happy, when it mourns, 26331|And meets thy father everywhere in tears! 26331|How is your garden fair? 26331|You have the rose-bud there. 26331|The rose-bud's potent grace 26331|Is prized above the place. 26331|But fairer far, and richer far 26331|Doth it appear to me-- 26331|You who have found the loved one's face 26331|Within your garland's green, 26331|Your dear home's still delight, 26331|Your dear home's dim delight. 26331|And yet, how dear to me are flowers 26331|In that sweet spot where one is dying! 26331|The lids of many flow'rs, 26331|Each one an early rose, 26331|With dews of rosy light, 26331|All dripping from the showers. 26331|The bees that gather there, 26331|Do mourn their wild decay; 26331|The birds that build and sing, 26331|Do chant around my clay. 26331|But yet, how rare and sweet 26331|The flowers that in the spring 26331|Do scent, like odours faint and sweet, 26331|Their odours on my soul. 26331|The lilies of our own, 26331|They cannot clothe the floors; 26331|Oh, may they clothe the stone 26331|To keep the blossoms bright. 26331|The rose-bud's potent rays 26331|Kindle each fiery heart, 26331|Each flake of glowing rays 26398|Fainting and faint depart. 26331|I take my mother's hand 26331|Where we can oft recline, 26331|And gently lay it on her, 26331|The only happy sign 26331|That we can truly twine. 26331|And she does look to me 26331|With a look of sweet surprise: 26331|'Twas in the dreamy time 26331|Of my early childish days, 26331|When I was but a child, 26331|Before I learnt to play truant, 26331|Before I ever thought 26331|Of anything so simple! 26331|I dream of roses that I've seen, 26331|Of birds within their bowers; 26331|Of bright birds through the clouds; 26331|Of sunbeams on the water, 26331|Of windy cloudlets in the sky; 26331|Of sunlight on the flowers; 26331 ======================================== SAMPLE 447 ======================================== the old woman from the door, 8912|And stand beneath the great oak tree-- 8912|The nightingale, the only she 8912|That sings and flutters to and fro. 8912|O, it's I, and my brothers three 8912|Of the wood are in the forest now: 8912|And they climb my stile to set it free 8912|From the arms of the wife that begged to fill it. 8912|O, I'm proud of my privilege 8912|To be purely a gentleman's-- 8912|To be purely a gentleman's! 8912|My father's old, and my mothers' son, 8912|Grim grandfather, grandsire's elder brother: 8912|I left him the house so far from father: 8912|I left him our house when the time came hither; 8912|I left him but yesterdays at home, 8912|Just a little house when the day had come, 8912|And he heard the bell from the tall oak tree-- 8912|And the bell that spoke to us, Eileen; 8912|My mother was fair as could be, 8912|And her mother was kind and good to me. 8912|O, it's I, and my brothers three! 8912|Father, where's your cottage, my bonnie dear? 8912|It is the cottage of Auld-Day mill: 8912|There we soulden pu' the scarlet leaves, 8912|The moss that clasps the wand'ring goat, 8912|The bonnie little lamb on the mountain brae-- 8912|O, it's I, and my brothers three. 8912|When the morning beams in the green wan sky, 8912|When the lamb is low from her soft fleece to dry, 8912|And the birds are busked in the bower of gold, 8912|O then, at the little gray house in the cold 8912|We'll hear the bells of the little gray house. 8912|But it's not the cradle of a wee thing, this, 8912|A wee thing, sleepy, sleepy pin, 8912|A wee thing, weary and sleepy pin, 8912|In the cosy chimney corner, 8912|Hanging above the chimney smoke, 8912|And the sunbeams' light 8912|From the shadow up the chimney smoke, 8912|O! it's I, and my sisters three. 8912|O, it's I, and my sisters three. 8912|I will sing the old song with a smile 8912|When the evening cometh, the cradle is near; 8912|Come up here, dearie, and sing it with cheer; 8912|Come up here, my children, all steeped in the hay, 8912|Where the sweetest voices and music of May 8912|Have a murmuring whisper in every one's way: 8912|And we all have song in the little gray house. 8912|O my children, my children, and all, O, what are you? 8912|So your voices sing in the old-fashioned way, 8912|Far off in the sunlight, far off in the light; 8912|Let your laughter ring in the ring of your crown 8912|For the little grey house is in waiting this night. 8912|With a leaf- swing gather the roses, 8912|They are yellow-clad by the sun; 8912|Where a blue-bell has run to the merle, 8912|Where a black-bird has hidden his nest, 8912|There sits the little red dog, 8912|He is faithful to pe at the leaves, 8912|That circle her bed in her room; 8912|To the fire on the hearth he has set 8912|That his little ones may be fed; 8912|And his little ones, fit for a feast, 8912|Are straw-beads and sweet-meats for all. 8912|He speaks, that his children may grow 8912|together: 8912|He does not hear in the dark councils, 8912|Nor see in the valleys and fields; 8912|He will not see the lost days, 8912|And the old homes, and the old homes, and the old, 8912|And distant homes of his children, 8912|And the rustle of fur and of wool. 8912| ======================================== SAMPLE 448 ======================================== and the morning sun, 31726|The light of life that burns, 31726|The hope of love which love is born, 31726|And is for ever gone. 31726|And there the joy of watching love 31726|That cannot be for long, 31726|And there the past is waiting for 31726|In love the next refrain, 31726|A long, long time of weary sighs 31726|And tears for ever vain. 31726|And there the long days of despair, 31726|The days of hope deferred, 31726|And the long nights, the endless nights 31726|That know not any word. 31726|When twilight fills the opal mist 31726|With silver-sandall'd stars, 31726|When the moon-warms bring dreams of love, 31726|Oh, then, dear love, I trust 31726|That my life shall not go hard, 31726|Saving at night some golden dreams 31726|That make my heart less glad, 31726|Some kisses warm and heavy-cold 31726|That hold my love more glad. 31726|When twilight fills the East with stars, 31726|And the pale moon shines dim! 31726|O! love, my heart, my heart is gray, 31726|My days are hard and fleet, 31726|Yet my dear love is ever dear, 31726|My days are sweet and sweet. 31726|Come, let's away from this life and its cares, 31726|From this life that needs tears, 31726|From the joys that are waiting here 31726|To shed over all years 31726|A word of cheer, a kindly word 31726|That all our sorrows know; 31726|A word of life that makes our lives 31726|Less golden and more full, 31726|That like the dew upon the flowers 31726|The dews of heaven dispart, 31726|But makes the heart to be brighter 31726|As bright flowers bloom apart. 31726|Come closer yet, and be a thrall 31726|To this life that is sad. 31726|Come, leave here grief for sorrow, 31726|And give our hearts new joy; 31726|We'll come to this sad turn and turn, 31726|And be a year, and brief. 31726|And all life's cares that never cease. 31726|We'll go where sky and starlight blend, 31726|And, oh! in that fair hour 31726|Be ours the good, with which mankind 31726|Will watch their shadows' power. 31726|And all their thoughts shall in our souls 31726|Their bright fires blossom high; 31726|And all their deeds shall be the same 31726|As they have been from sky. 31726|We'll stay at least in this poor bed 31726|Where sorrow oft has grown, 31726|And weep and sob and have their will 31726|And all their hopes have flown. 31726|We'll seek the greenwood-god with them 31726|And pray into the night 31726|That he may lose no light of love, 31726|Nor break the sacred ring 31726|Within his soul and yield him bliss 31726|And hold him fast in sight, 31726|Till all the woe that on him lies 31726|And in our lives is right. 31726|Ah! if the grave may be our own, 31726|A blessing, sweet and deep, 31726|May it be given to the spirits 31726|Who love us in their sleep. 31726|O happy day! when, with their torch and lyre, 31726|The youthful heart is glad amid their strife! 31726|When the young heart, from vain and woe set free, 31726|Forgets the din and stir of pained strife! 31726|Who then our hearts shall teach our lives to know, 31726|Whose looks are dimmed, whose voice is stilled to go? 31726|Alas! nor heeds nor heart nor voice we move: 31726|The time shall be by ardent lovers loved, 31726|And, till the dreadful truth be known, love yet shall know. 31726|O happy day! now let this heart grow cold 31726|With all regret; for now the past is fled: 31726|Now let the happy future wing its flight 31726|In the new ======================================== SAMPLE 449 ======================================== of our nation's love. 1852|Aye, and in love's far fires we burn, 1852|With no more quenchless fires than those 1852|Which, in their mystical litany, 1852|Burn in the night's mute chambers too. 1852|Farewell, for this we never knew,-- 1852|The world is round us like a scroll, 1852|Too fair to live the words it drew. 1852|All that we are in heart would be 1852|A part of death for that we live; 1852|That neither grief nor anger can 1852|Burn the sweet heart to live or grieve. 1852|And the young blood and the blood's delight,-- 1852|The joy of earth--we read it o'er, 1852|That, in the darkness, still are found 1852|Our only secret, and our own,-- 1852|Our own that lives, our life and known. 1852|All that we were in heart would be 1852|A part of it, and we shall go 1852|Together through the jarring strife, 1852|And the light-hearted conflicts, so 1852|Haply that we shall come to know 1852|Of man's defeat and man's unrest,-- 1852|A part of man's abounding rest. 1852|_In the Fields_, Elias. 1852|The Oldestro's Wives are in the service of men, 1852|And His songs grow upon those that are dead, 1852|But who, with their wiry, merry wit, 1852|Would live in obscurity, 1852|Were there a world that would bear on their pinions. 1852|For the New Plough-men, 1852|Although I see some men 1852|Sitting about their homely parlors. 1852|I view their flapping, antic figures, 1852|Their shifting manners, 1852|Their customs strange, and their actions old. 1852|I think, through their smoke-veils half hidden, 1852|They deem themselves wiser than they are,-- 1852|I think that their coats, as they turn up, 1852|Seem rather too lovely for the eye 1852|Of the new soft-curbing pack of the country. 1852|They are a kind of considerate men,-- 1852|My Lord (I trust) they are, and can therefore 1852|Religion and the sacred cause of all 1852|That makes their lives a wholesome road to heaven. 1852|"Who knows my Lord?" 1852|It would be, rather, 1852|If they were there, and know 1852|That a New Innkeeper has had her bet. 1852|For in all ages 1852|The New, their master, 1852|Stood, and was patiently watching 1852|The New Innkeeper's true-love tale 1852|That it would be 1852|To be true news of New Innkeeper. 1852|And there a day or two, 1852|In the olde-day-time, 1852|Walked, and was diligent to enrich 1852|The New Innkeeper's dreams with gold. 1852|It was not a dream 1852|Of money or of love-- 1852|Of the Old English Comwives. 1852|And yet--and yet-- 1852|Not a gleam of It 1852|From their eyes the moment sundered it! 1852|But the Innkeeper's hand 1852|Is ever half-untrue-- 1852|He seeks the inner chambers 1852|Of the New Innkeeper's dreams. 1852|They are of the country folk, 1852|And the song of the airs 1852|And choruses 1852|Of the old churchkeeper's. 1852|They have a tale to tell 1852|As well as the old,-- 1852|Of how the New-England girl, herself, 1852|Lived to the manger of the year, 1852|In her husband's house. 1852|And why, one night, 1852|In the fragrant morning weather, 1852|She was questioned whether 1852|She did anything else, 1852|Or lived any other life, 1852|Or walked in the olden time. 1852|This one (I believe it saith) ======================================== SAMPLE 450 ======================================== . 30235|As if she neither dreamt nor saith, 30235|Por he his lady-love assur'd; 30235|Hope the belle of Lord and Man 30235|May he come and take a bliss. 30235|Hope the chearly day is o'er, 30235|And hope is gane to me; 30235|And when at last my sire and I 30235|Together down the hill we die, 30235|My laddie to my arms will be; 30235|And he the land and manner right 30235|Of this new world is my delight. 30235|There's not a joy the sun can see 30235|That's gowden-red with mony a sheen, 30235|Nor reddening rose that's in the tree, 30235|But climbs the highest mountains then; 30235|And there the maid in time must be, 30235|Whose changing earth is still the same, 30235|Whom late her love no more may see. 30235|And he, the shepherd of this land, 30235|With me will make his own land-possess, 30235|And I, his flour-plight and his blessing, 30235|Within this crystal vessel will bless, 30235|And he, the land and manner {illust}, 30235|With me will make his own blest station. 30235|And he, the shepherd of this land, 30235|With me will make his own land-possess, 30235|With me he'll make his own blithe day, 30235|With me he'll make his own sweet morrow, 30235|With me he'll make his own sweet morrow, 30235|With me he'll make his own sweet morrow. 30235|And there beside the purple sea, 30235|With him will I my best belabor, 30235|With him I'll make my own ship, 30235|Within her side, all rich and green, 30235|With him I'll make each lovely maid, 30235|With him I'll make each lovely maid, 30235|With him I'll make each lovely maid, 30235|With him I'll make each lovely maid, 30235|With him I'll make each sleeping beauty 30235|Within my arms each loving bosom, 30235|And he, with him I'll make each sleeping 30235|Radiant with youthful beauty shining. 30235|"Now," said the shepherd, doubting nigh, 30235|"I'll make this bed, and warm this pillow; 30235|For the sweet love that I now die 30235|I'll make this pillow smooth and pillow." 30235|And soon as the sheets were oaten-wove, 30235|The sheets spread out to give the light, 30235|And the napkin, soiled and awte, 30235|With milk their last and dearest white. 30235|And the lady from her sleep reclining, 30235|Her lovely head upon her arm, 30235|Shall sit, and smile, and sleep a blessing 30235|On the sleep of that true man of charm. 30235|Then softly sleep, and softly rest, 30235|And pray to God the things are dear, 30235|That from out their store man's blood may run, 30235|And from out his store man's gear distil, 30235|And from him be brought supplies for toil. 30235|But when the lamp with a spotted flame 30235|Flares forth abroad to show the light, 30235|And the dancing stars are bright above, 30235|And the dancing stars are fresh and bright, 30235|Then pray to God the things are dear, 30235|And from out their store man's life doth save, 30235|And from out his store man's goods doth save, 30235|And from him doth waste in deep and grave. 30235|"Now, now!" said the maiden, weeping eyes, 30235|"God's love lays waste this bed of ruth: 30235|The lamp shines bright, the wine pours out, 30235|And the damsel opens wide the door. 30235|I marvel at what he doth here, 30235|Nor more if she should see his face, 30235|Nor if she should see his smile, nor hear 30235|The words the famous Saint has sung; 30235 ======================================== SAMPLE 451 ======================================== , who is to be found anywhere in 692|the place, and is going on, being a man." 692|"You are quite sure that me, as I suppose, is just 692|asleep. You can imagine that, in this very place, 692|in which I think, you are not watching, as I have 692|just seen, my lady's hand that first touched. But I 692|think, quite easy, that, in the whole truth, I am so 692|used to think, I could not be, without an introduction 692|or criticism, that I am quite at once all in all 692|manner. I admit, too, that, to say all this, my dear 692|Lady, I often regret that the time has been some 692|time, and I was just as glad-hearted as though I 692|had done all my well-known friends, and expected some 692|other friends, as I feel, when we parted. This time 692|my birthday is generally due to the young lady, whose 692|name was Miss Honor's. To a slender frame of 692|right, I admit that I am not of those in female 692|age, but of the middle sex. 692|"We have enjoyed long enough together, as long as there 692|was a family at whose home we were strangers. I 692|know, however, that the family's money was always 692|a-reaching; and therefore, although I was not the 692|older, I was glad to see you. But, however, I am 692|career now that the family isn't altogether a 692|luxuriating stock. To guess at the reasons for which 692|we are going, do you tell us?" 692|"I knew, sir, the more I knew of your situation, and 692|the more was I to say. It is always an evening 692|and I have gone to bed to get up; and, by the 692|chance there is a change. On the other hand, I 692|was looking quite composed as a very deep black 692|deepness. 692|"I was almost at that time a certain notice of Mr. 692|Sidley's; and, on the very same night, I was 692|entering all my debts, and my name would have turned 692|up into Mr. Clarket's, somehow,--as I had--a 692|fortunatus--but I was on the list of them. The 692|house, too, was not quite respectable, and 692|none couldn't be expected to disturb me. I got 692|sleep and a cold, and I was almost provoked; and, 692|naturally punctured, I expected that we had 692|meet every evening; and I managed to let Mr. 692|Sidley's health, that he and his company had 692|fearful action. 692|"The doctor temporised, but I hit 'em first," 692|he exclaimed; then he muttered, and added, with 692|steady, unctuous voice: 692|"They tell me you can't understand me too 692|permit, and I'm a man for fifty years; and 692|in fifty-three, I don't know why I don't guess my 692|d multiplied farm-life; so I'll just tell you about it; 692|you may depend on that. If you like it, I'll 692|First own that it is not a perfect poem, but a 692|moral. I'll tell you that, if you are to be 692|considered a true hero. It is a thoroughly 692|cultured poem, and may be defined the 692|most respectable poet of you all. So I am called 692|thereby for one I have met here." 692|And with stupid, sly, ethereal caudalage 692|He started on: "I have not come here to expatiate upon my 692|heart; but I think that if you should say "not" to 692|himself as a challenge to the press and press of the 692|people, I surely should not have made up that poem. 692|I was then in the great war, and I have been in all the 692|cowards of the enemy, and have grown hostile. If 692|you take the right, you will then make a promise and 692|conform yourself. 692|"I shall see you when you write and show yourself 692|thereby to you. If you want but to know the truth I 692|shall go ======================================== SAMPLE 452 ======================================== |That has been lived so long. 1287|The love I bear to you that you 1287|And all your future life, 1287|And all your wealth and all your fame 1287|And all your happy wife, 1287|The rest I have received and borne 1287|With you to windward far. 1287|It is not for a day, I think, 1287|Our life so short a lease! 1287|Let us make right brief the Book decreed, 1287|The Book shall be our next! 1287|To do the while you would, alas! 1287|Will leave it--with such force, 1287|'Twill leave it to a later date, 1287|And, in a later age, 1287|The name and the regard will come 1287|Which shall have cause to mirth. 1287|If there are needed greater woe 1287|And less suspense in this 1287|Than sorrow and more bitterness, 1287|You are at last the happiest man. 1287|It shall not be too soon 1287|When, with the sun, you have set up 1287|Whether you feel the pang of sorrow, 1287|Or the sad thoughts of years. 1287|You shall feel death encompass you 1287|With a more perfect peace, 1287|In that immortal Now and Now 1287|Of misery and cease. 1287|Yours will the best befall the man. 1287|Be good, and helpful, be: 1287|Nor treat the parting soul too wavering, 1287|But be content to die: 1287|For death so many forms hath given, 1287|That life would be a fleeting bubble, 1287|A bubble that would bubble up 1287|O'er a more fleeting wave. 1287|I do not know, 1287|I think it but a modest fact, 1287|That life's been such a jest; 1287|But I would be 1287|Otherwhere far 1287|Than I know now; 1287|Rather than fill 1287|My life with sorrow! 1287|And this, too, shall be done to thee. 1287|There is a moment for all time to be,-- 1287|A moment to remember when we die,-- 1287|A moment like to that which brings the smart, 1287|And then to play--and then, not so too high,-- 1287|And then to err, and then to wish for more. 1287|I wish, indeed, I were but in my prime, 1287|And that the present age would bring me woe, 1287|I should achieve a triumph as has been, 1287|But that my youth should equal mine in woe,-- 1287|What then might come, I cannot tell, to a man; 1287|And if I were a steadfast soul, I then 1287|Would make me say of other times and men, 1287|"I've done what men call glory"--and then, too, 1287|"If I knew any means, I'd go with thee." 1287|I've tried, I've won, I've froze, to be a man 1287|When I've done all my years of hardihood, 1287|And kept within the circle of my hand; 1287|And still, as now I do, I love to be 1287|The same I've prayed for, after all the time,-- 1287|But have no time to pray, or to implore; 1287|And then to die, to live,--and then to rot, 1287|And so to live, and then to be a man. 1287|As the sunshine to the wood, 1287|Day's joy to me from you, 1287|So now to you! 1287|Is not that something, when we're here 1287|Known for an hour, about us two, 1287|The memory of a dear, dear dream, 1287|A song of hours foregone-- 1287|And all the earth no changes show, 1287|If you and I together go 1287|To our own land together? 1287|I'm sure it's right to call it so-- 1287|For I, myself, and all at once 1287|A very little man,--and then, 1287|You'll say ======================================== SAMPLE 453 ======================================== _, a little "three Albushes"; _Virg._ 34235|_Ragoutsins_ and _Aesop_, _vide post_. 34235|When, in dark Hood's-hole, the nightingale 34235|Shall to his love-sad longing be complaining, 34235|His tender mate pours forth her saddest ill, 34235|While each to each his tale of love is thridding, 34235|That she who loved him so the best of all 34235|Shall love him truly, though she prove in thrall. 34235|What strange mysterious fears have seized my soul, 34235|When, as a swimmer, to his heath-fringed tune 34235|I would that all they felt were thine and mine, 34235|The joy they wished, the love that thou didst give them! 34235|Ah, Love, from what Elysium could we fly 34235|One little hour away, and quit the sky! 34235|Love, like a bee, runs ever to and fro, 34235|And hath his sweet-tongu'd goings ever wailing 34235|Among his summer's leaves, and dies without recall; 34235|But if in joy thou dost not dote on all, 34235|Then, Dear, I know not what it is that now 34235|Means to make moan the joy that thou dost bury. 34235|When, by some bubbling of springs, 34235|My two loves went together, 34235|Your eyes' tears have wet their eyes, 34235|But mine is wet together; 34235|They've wet their tears with mine again, 34235|Yet mine was wet together. 34235|O vain and fruitless stream, that so doth blossom 34235|In desolate summer of thy dreary seeming! 34235|O vain and fruitless air, so dull and dead, 34235|That so the soul doth haunt her sad autumnal bed! 34235|O vain and fruitless wind, how so doth blossom 34235|In desolate summer of my desolate heart! 34235|All this ye will, I trow, and more, O more, O more, 34235|And more, yet more, for all I ever thought! 34235|O vain and fruitless wind, O vain and bitter wind, 34235|That sooth'st the melancholy sea of woe, 34235|Till I no more shall see the sunlight's golden glory 34235|As now, in distant groves, I list the voice of sorrow. 34235|O vain and fruitless wind, O vain and bitter wind, 34235|That sooth'st the melancholy sea of woe, 34235|From out the azure gloom screen's heavy drooping gleaming 34235|Thou com'st to break the gloom, and to my soul wilt flee. 34235|O blest and lovely wind, O blest and lovely, 34235|I'll seek thy gentle heart, and bind thy gentle eye; 34235|I'll take the dark cold North to sunny Southern Ocean, 34235|And there in Northern Proves shall the fair young hunter die. 34235|Like some fair flow'r that, drooping 'neath the daisies creeping, 34235|Doth hang upon a hedge to make his homely nest, 34235|But yet is to my love a more'n-building growing, 34235|And therewithal I'll make him sleep the sweeter rest. 34235|O blest and lovely wind, O blest and happy, 34235|I'll kiss thy icy lips, and lull thine ear to rest; 34235|I'll give thee all the balm that warmeth heart and spirit, 34235|The living in the dead, and living all in thee. 34235|"Oh come, ye de'il tak' heart, my bonnie laddie, 34235|An' dinna ye hear the mooin aroond my e'e? 34235|Ye wha sae, wha leave the laddie wi' the laddie, 34235|The laddie ay fain wad trust the kindin' e'e?" 34235|"Ye're noan, ye're noan, bonnie dear mither; 34235|Gae hush wi' me, my dear, mak' muvie mine; 34235|I'll come to ======================================== SAMPLE 454 ======================================== , the olden. 34790|There are three boys to fill the cup, 34790|And my girlie is the worst, 34790|There's a merry thing in her sunny hair 34790|When she toddles lightly by. 34790|But she dances and dances all the time 34790|And I'm pretty well at play. 34790|There is youth in her hazel eyes, 34790|And I see a merry maid 34790|As she wanders by the hazel tree 34790|When her mother pipes to play. 34790|But when she's gone and play's forgot, 34790|She will come again with her boy, 34790|And dance like a kingly lad. 34790|And when the dancing goes outside, 34790|And when the child is gone 34790|She will come, to play upon the grass, 34790|And walk about the pond, 34790|And her hair will curl like waving hair 34790|And her eyes will shine like a lamb's 34790|When she toddles by the pond. 34790|And there's nothing fun in the afternoons 34790|To keep up the country noise, 34790|For the old brown horse has hooved about 34790|When he toddled this way o'er the pond. 34790|And to make it more harmless and nice 34790|The way the dogs will squeak, 34790|For there's not a thing in the flying-machine 34790|Like the children in the cake. 34790|And children's looks are sometimes queer, 34790|For they have such curious ways, 34790|I have thought it a tiresome way 34790|To get into my motor now, 34790|The only way, to dress. 34790|And there are people quietly saying, 34790|When they hear that children mean, 34790|That it's a wicked thing to go a-walking 34790|With a terrible stretch between. 34790|I've always thought it a tiresome thing 34790|To sit and watch a hive. 34790|But you must pity 'em because 34790|They keep no pace with closed eyes, 34790|Though they have wings, and they are so 34790|All settled in the skies. 34790|And thus in my opinion 34790|They sit and do their pretty tricks, 34790|And I am proud to say to them 34790|He's a 'country girl' to fix a day 34790|To learn his native land. 34790|And there's the trouble that is his, 34790|When it happens to distress his 34790|And sell his native land. 34790|He ought to do--he's so like folks-- 34790|His native land just now appears 34790|Like an in-door statesman's dreams, 34790|Where he has often used his hat 34790|To learn if 'ee will go or not. 34790|He's just a little bit o' towns 34790|When he has paid the bill, 34790|Though he 'us rather easy smudged 34790|Than an on-shore lucky man. 34790|He 'as a-cookin' in this world! 34790|And 'e does us good cookin' 34790|And make us in charity 34790|Take a 'abit from a loafer-- 34790|Why, then, when it comes to slaughter, 34790|Old Noah wrote a weather-well 34790|To get out of us rabbit-- 34790|Just out of Noah's arder,' 34790|_E ten thousand years agone_ 34790|_All clean aff-cer!_ 34790|_And when he sailed the stormy night 34790|They "hump" him on a column, 34790|And they rump Mr. Noah out, 34790|And the birds and beasts up-landin' 34790|Then Whiteier down the coast did crack, 34790|And the rain it did assail him, 34790|And the wind it did assail him 34790|And whin he left the country-side 34790|And the cattle on the plains did ride 34790|The horses flew away he did, 34790|And the hearers' woes were trifled, 34790|In a good coal-pit where the bones 34790|Kept lying all a-bedin'-- 34790|The butcher ======================================== SAMPLE 455 ======================================== : "I love him but for his sake: 34237|Though short my life, he's a liar, 34237|And God knows I love him not; 34237|And never had such a kindly heart-- 34237|But I love him faithfully." 34237|Thus the boy sat brooding under his mother's shade,-- 34237|"O God, help me out of the way! 34237|For the fire of hell yet burns on my heated brain, 34237|And my heart that's dead I know not which,-- 34237|But I love him faithfully." 34237|Yet God would not look on his darling boy's face, 34237|He'd never say "I love him," and never say "I." 34237|Yet, even as he wanders his lonely way 34237|He cannot say "I love him," or "I love him," 34237|He will love--for he is not there. 34237|And I who never have said "yes," but I do, 34237|I can speak of him, as I lie awake: 34237|There's no need for me then--I am strong of might, 34237|And I love him--for he is not there. 34237|He sits in the sun and watches the clouds; 34237|He drowses down with his head on the lap: 34237|He walks as though he were wrapped about sheets 34237|Of paper, so I will tell him the story-- 34237|Of how I have climbed the hill and cried 34237|To my sweetheart in the meadows and grove-- 34237|So I have found her waiting--she loves me. 34237|And I tell him of days when he sat alone 34237|In the forest, far from the dwellings of men, 34237|So delicate and fragile, so delicate-- 34237|How her face was like a flower, and her eyes 34237|Like a mirror; her clear brows were delicate, 34237|And her hair--a curious wonder; and then 34237|She lifted her head--there she sat in a place 34237|Of gold and silver, reflecting on the gold; 34237|And her arms were made of a thousand pearls 34237|Which lie in the gold dusk of her breast, and her smile-- 34237|A glow light as a dream of the long ago, 34237|Seemed the glory of things that have long gone by. 34237|And so she seemed to love him, as he lay 34237|In the moonlight at the end of the garden path, 34237|And her lips moved in a dream about a lamp-- 34237|The lamp that glowed with a love that was almost-- 34237|And she had a wild thrill of her heart's red joy 34237|In the shadow of the blossoms she loved him-- 34237|But she smiled on him--and she loved him--all the while 34237|There was silence in the moonlight. He was tired. 34237|"Why work?" she asked in a whisper. "Why did you work?" 34237|He had his hand in his own, for he would not speak, 34237|And she had no word for him. He was too quick 34237|To forgive; the fault was not to blame; and he 34237|Too slow even to see at the moment when 34237|He dreamed, and his heart began to burn; 34237|But she sat silent--stood by by. And her eyes 34237|Seemed altered to him somehow, and silenced his fears. 34237|And then he stirred, as if asleep; and the light 34237|Of their tears faded from her face. "Why have you left 34237|A boy with a life, and you left a boy of nineteen?" 34237|She said, and his eyes were sealed, and his heart was moved 34237|To sorrow. And now, she, who knew his thought, 34237|Her heart, that was all too broken to break-- 34237|He would not let her sleep, and never wake; 34237|For there, like a bird in a place of flowers, 34237|The only wayward fancies have built and spread, 34237|Out of this world of shadows, under and under, 34237|From this world of shadows and loneliness 34237|To this far-off, bitter world of weariness. 34237|And so I said, "There is nothing that makes death ======================================== SAMPLE 456 ======================================== with our last, our last, our best! 4009|You know I am? I am! I am! I am! 4009|Now let me praise you. I have done my best, 4009|This noble duty well for you to do, 4009|And it shall be my glory, which I find 4009|You are yourself, as I have hidden you. 4009|I have done it! O sweet heart, I know you, kind! 4009|I know you, true as sun! I know you, brown 4009|And cold as death, and cold as all in town: 4009|I know you, patient to the patient's grace, 4009|And, only, with this calm and quiet face 4009|I thank you, that I thank you. You but speak, 4009|As one who nothing can deny you, weak 4009|And weary, with a silent eloquence.... 4009|I thank you, dear, and I thank you ... this.... 4009|O, if you had but guessed it is as much 4009|I thank you as I thank you for the touch 4009|Of hand and eye, of heart and soul released 4009|From every myst'rance, friendship, and the stress 4009|Of words and hours, of passions in each word 4009|And act of mine, as one who does not preach 4009|And dares not speak, it is enough to teach! 4009|But do you hear? I thank you, dear, for you. 4009|O, my belovèd! hear me too! The day 4009|Of all good things has passed, and all should be 4009|As when I dreamed me Lancelot... and his wife-- 4009|The night was dark, and Lancelot... 4009|Who loved me as he loved me? Had it been 4009|When one like you began to love me, seen 4009|A day like this and felt me every day 4009|A day like this, had you not leaned away 4009|And told me Lancelot whence I loved him? said 4009|I loved him for the love the true love gave 4009|To him who loved him--lose him even now? 4009|Is this the love which I must give to live, 4009|Love that persuaseth too too much to give? 4009|Then what avails it who refuse to love? 4009|The love for ever!--I must go from Lancelot, 4009|Who came all heart-sick with his passion-pain, 4009|To his own sweet Lake-Indian, and to that Lake 4009|Where I burn-breathed about him every day. 4009|To go from Dian and the Spring, to lose 4009|His worship--not my own--my bondman-chief! 4009|To leave, to take and be with me who may, 4009|The Lake which will not let me on its breast, 4009|And so forget him that I love no more. 4009|To go from Dian and the Spring, my friend, 4009|And leave me, lacking love's sweet help, to take 4009|And keep me with you in my wildest thought 4009|Breathed back from our dishonoured pathway of life, 4009|To stay the coming of a year of want, 4009|To take the vacant love that knows no fear-- 4009|To go away, to leave the ache in life 4009|And lead you to it as a worthless witch 4009|To leave the woe of lonely nights and day; 4009|To go away from your own self, to stay 4009|God's wrath upon the soul; to stay and keep 4009|In sight of all my soul's unquiet life, 4009|My weary soul's unwrinkled loneliness 4009|While I should be alone, that I could be 4009|A wanderer to my wildest mountain heights; 4009|And when it takes you in the way of God, 4009|With all the courage and the glory gone, 4009|Then will you cry out blessing, plaintive praise, 4009|Then shall we die, and every heart take voice; 4009|And every man put off his mask of thought-- 4009|But I, who have not yet the courage still 4009|To be alone, the many-numbered ways 4009|Which make one ======================================== SAMPLE 457 ======================================== 3255|I am glad of the light and the sun, 3255|So glad of the morning and dewfall, 3255|Of the dewfall and sunshine and dewfall, 3255|The morning and dewfall and sun. 3255|The day will come with its vain fatigue, 3255|The day will come with its devious deplessness, 3255|The sunsets will then pass, the blue skies cease, 3255|My soul alone grows brave, 3255|The night will come with its unspent distress, 3255|And like a star in distress 3255|My restless soul stands constantly 3255|At rest in the dewy fields, 3255|The lindens are flushed with the wind, 3255|The maddening east is over us, 3255|Through the glimmering coppice leaves. 3255|And we who had once so much to tell 3255|Of, know not which way to go; 3255|But we are left by the wind 3255|For a moment, and so forever and all is still. 3255|And so with the dawn we die, 3255|For nothing is left to do, 3255|And a moment's joy is all for us 3255|In the waking or the glimmering day; 3255|But the hilltops know us, and they know us, 3255|And they know what we are doing and waiting here. 3255|So weary we were, so weary, 3255|We knew not how nor why, 3255|We walked along the hedges merely, 3255|The flowers were blowing by. 3255|We could not see the soaring eagle 3255|From heaven's top descending there, 3255|And yet we loved him better still 3255|Because his image seemed so fair. 3255|He was a child of care; 3255|We could not see the soaring swallows 3255|That swoops across the blue. 3255|He felt our softest breathing, 3255|And thought we could not hear 3255|The sound of his own beating heart 3255|And his own sweet voice, we knew. 3255|We loved him more than any, 3255|We knew the more we longed 3255|For the sound of his own singing voice 3255|And his strange, sweet voice, we loved. 3255|We kissed with tears the open window, 3255|We knew not what we spoke; 3255|We spoke too deep of him, and wondered 3255|That we too knew he spoke. 3255|How shall we tell the heart-beats 3255|That he is gone from us? 3255|The wind in the beeches: 3255|"Our weeds are growing over, 3255|He has passed away 3255|From our quiet fields of noon." 3255|The birds may sing their best tune, 3255|We shall sing in the sun; 3255|We shall not miss the song they sing, 3255|We shall not need their wing. 3255|And we shall not be too sorrowful 3255|To count him o'er again 3255|By the thorn or the pane. 3255|I saw you toss the kites on high 3255|And blow the birds about the sky; 3255|I could not see your ruddy face 3255|Till you had filled the little place 3255|With clouds of blossoms without number 3255|That fell across your path. 3255|I saw you dip the kites on high 3255|And blow the birds about the sky; 3255|I could not hear your low soft tinkle 3255|As you were passing by; 3255|I could not see your swift dark eye 3255|For something made the clouds to shiver 3255|And you were passing by. 3255|I felt you push the little kites, 3255|I heard you call the little things; 3255|I knew you had no frightened fears, 3255|For I was weak and cold. 3255|I heard you call the little flowers 3255|That never heard beneath the bowers; 3255|I knew you had no frightened fears 3255|Because you called the flowers. 3255|I know you had no frightened fears, 3255|No frightened faces scared to meet 3255|Because I let them have their place 3255|By secret ======================================== SAMPLE 458 ======================================== of the past of the ages. 1365|From the ocean of life, 1365|From the land of her birth, 1365|From the shining of empires, 1365|I have wandered, and have sought; 1365|Here I have dwelt in the midst 1365|Of the deep and silent night, 1365|And, with souls that are not haunted, 1365|Have lived till I have been dead; 1365|Have walked till I have been blended 1365|With the life that is lived in the past. 1365|We have traveled in a world 1365|Of sorrow and of joy; 1365|We have faced the battle and been stricken 1365|And made happy by the calm; 1365|But never have we seen before us 1365|A light that is not seen again. 1365|There is a road through the woods, 1365|Amid the branches of an oak, 1365|And it shall be our pleasant rest 1365|At the foot of the growing old. 1365|There is a valley of hills, 1365|On the Westward side of the Western World, 1365|Upon the Westward side of the world. 1365|And they shall be our delights 1365|In the hereafter of our peace, 1365|And we shall be the birds again, 1365|And we shall be the trees again. 1365|I do remember some days and fine strokes were making money for a 1365|haunch. Our pockets were bound up with silks. We used all this to 1365|myself, for the want of better things than gold or silk. I was glad to 1365|the work. But to-day it is not the best. 1365|I remember, I remember that time has been so busy about me, 1365|till the time I have finished with my work. But the old chum 1365|jotters remain in the streets. You said that it is not good to 1365|bend. 1365|You've traveled all the more time, but last night I woke from an 1365|earlier dream. 1365|Do you know of all the meetings at the usual Passover? 1365|Do you look at the meeting at night and at the dancing? 1365|Do you hear the loud call at a palace hall? 1365|Do you hear the sound of a hurrying hoof harmonious and far 1365|off? 1365|Do you mark the flight and the moving away of the moon over 1365|the mountain tops? 1365|If I could know I should see you again by the window of my old 1365|house, and you would be talking to me. 1365|Would you be awake, dear, and hear what the strangers say? 1365|If I could know I should see you again by the shed and the door, 1365|You would be sitting with your load of flowers, and talking to 1365|yourself and the children. 1365|I could see you laughing and talking to your wife. Your big 1365|house blossoms above the wall. 1365|Have you got a branch of your own that bore you upon its branches? 1365|Do you know how many children have gone with you? 1365|I want them, dear. 1365|I have no thought for nothing but the city, and I do not know that 1365|it is better to be alone with the rest. 1365|But I am glad to be alone, and have what I cannot give myself 1365|to. 1365|I think by the way I am told, I hope, 1365|I'm right at the start. 1365|So we must be afraid and put away our suspicion, being frightened 1365|to be overcome. 1365|Come, children, let me away. 1365|Why, father, where's the door for you to open? 1365|I am going to open it. 1365|Come on! come on! 1365|Come on! Come on! 1365|Here we go at once. 1365|Who dares open the door for me to open. 1365|I must see the firelight below the window. 1365|Who lies within the firelight, who lies in the firelight 1365|fearing the glare of the forge? 1365|Ah, you have come through the fires to open my dwelling. 1365|I am not afraid; I linger ======================================== SAMPLE 459 ======================================== ; but you must look about and see them there, 1852|And be a flash to this wild land of dreams, 1852|And the heart beating in you, and the eyes 1852|Of this wild land of ours. There is no spot 1852|Of the old glory of our dreams, in the hearts 1852|Of all that we have dreamed of, yet no gleam 1852|Of beauty dwells in them. The beauty of their life 1852|Hath yet no name of sorrow, and that smile 1852|Of sadness brings no hint of aught save love 1852|Untouched, a tenderness, but only a look 1852|That is not worth the telling, and that smile 1852|Is idle, and that smile will never leave 1852|The rest. 1852|If love be a poor name, do not dream 1852|About it or about you, and if love, 1852|Do not dream any happiness of them, 1852|Why do you always dream yourself the name 1852|Of happiness, and if your name be true, 1852|Think you that heaven is worth its glory? Not-- 1852|Why do you always dream? 1852|Why do you, then, 1852|Think you that life is a long day 1852|Without the many, the few years of man, 1852|And nothing to lose for a golden hour, 1852|Or to wear for its joys? 1852|Why do you, then, 1852|Why do you whisper and smile and pass, 1852|And say no more of the years that are fled, 1852|But keep one word for one brief summer's dream 1852|For love of a man? 1852|Why do you say 1852|That life is a long day without cloud. 1852|Why do you say that love is a false thing 1852|Without end or beginning, without term 1852|For its purpose or end? 1852|Why, then, if he pass 1852|That way, where love recks, as he would pass 1852|To the first day, some glance of his eye 1852|Will serve to keep from his selfish heart 1852|The warm light of her youth? 1852|Can he say, too, 1852|That love is a great night without cloud, 1852|Without end or beginning, without term 1852|Of its glory, or end? 1852|Why do you say 1852|That life is a wide night without cloud, 1852|Without end, or beginning, without term 1852|Of its fulness, and end? 1852|Do you say, 1852|Why do you stand so still and list, 1852|And ask why love has fled? 1852|Why do you, why do you move so sad, 1852|And ask why life has fled? 1852|Why does the gold fool of the dawn 1852|Scatter his pain, and make his cry, 1852|And your heart to grow young? 1852|Why does the night-flower bid me smile, 1852|And the heart to take up a song, 1852|And laugh?--how can you? 1852|The poet is too wise, I know, 1852|To tell a little thing of years 1852|A little while! 1852|At the mid hour of night, 1852|When stars are weeping, and the moonbeams sleep, 1852|Calls night to his bed, 1852|At night to his asleep, 1852|At the eve of midnight, stands the Poet weeping. 1852|His tears are for the night, 1852|And his eyes are for the day, 1852|And tears are for the day, 1852|But yet their tears away 1852|Are for his dreams of tears, 1852|And for the thought that, like a falling star, 1852|Makes the earth glad for him. 1852|The poet is too wise 1852|To talk of that so hidden in his heart-- 1852|Yet he is wise and he is listening-- 1852|Who knows what sighs have blown 1852|Through his pale cheek and gone 1852|Up to the shining stars of midnight, 1852|That he would weep in night? 1852|The poet is too young 1852|To think of that strange, cold, and distant night, 1852| ======================================== SAMPLE 460 ======================================== when the wind is on; 1041|I love thy gentle eyes 1041|When they have looked at me 1041|Through their transparent lashes 1041|And their full, clear emerald. 1041|Then I will tell thee how 1041|The world is praised. I'll lay 1041|My life upon a bough 1041|And swing it in its praise. 1041|So, when thou goest forth 1041|And com'st to thy last bed, 1041|The world shall laugh and sing-- 1041|I will be glad or dead, 1041|If thou art beautiful. 1041|I love thee from my heart, 1041|As the rapture of a vision wild 1041|That floats through the vast seas of space 1041|To the beautiful moon of memory. 1041|I love thee from my heart, 1041|A little love of words, that still 1041|Delight my ears. And I am glad 1041|That I am happy, singing them, 1041|For long and long. 1041|And I am glad of the love 1041|That thou shalt know, 1041|With a fuller zest 1041|And a deeper love, 1041|That thou wilt not be too happy 1041|When thou art too happy for such a love. 1041|I love thee from my heart, 1041|As the light of stars to shine 1041|Through a mist of love 1041|That still sets its trembling edge 1041|'Round a heart that is wholly mine, 1041|And that I am happy, singing to thee. 1041|Because of thee, 1041|Who art the key 1041|To all the sounds and sights 1041|That drift, and drift, and flow 1041|Around thy feet like a silent wistful wine, 1041|So many and many a joy to me. 1041|Because thou art the key 1041|Of all the thoughts that stray, 1041|Like birds within a quiet place, 1041|My music goes away. 1041|Because of thee, 1041|Who art the key 1041|Of all the raptures I would weave, 1041|My music goes away. 1041|Because if I but see the light 1041|That in my eyes is grown 1041|As it used to be 1041|Worthless and new, 1041|That is the melody, that none shall hear 1041|Of it that wakes nor know. 1041|Because of thee; 1041|Who art the key to all the sounds 1041|That make life sweet; 1041|And all the flowers that ever meet 1041|In memory of us all the songs 1041|As sweet as sleep; 1041|And all the stars that never wane, 1041|And all the moons of Time, 1041|As it were glass, 1041|That I have kept in hand, now hear, now kiss, 1041|And touch, and breathe the same. 1041|Because of thee, 1041|Why, thou hast more than my life 1041|And more than my strength 1041|And rarer riches from the world to win, 1041|And wilt thou take them in? 1041|Because of thee, 1041|Who art the key 1041|Of all the joys that it has had; 1041|And all the dreams that love can weave 1041|And stuff and mould and mingle with thy mind 1041|And leave their impress kind; 1041|For she must know that never more 1041|Shall love be born of me; 1041|And love must know that I made no 1041|A sweeter woman be; 1041|That neither speech nor form of yours 1041|Could be more dear to her. 1041|Because she is so fresh and fair 1041|The world can never know 1041|How love and I have parted here, 1041|And by how many's the time I've kissed, 1041|And over-kissed, 1041|And left her the whitest things I've made, 1041|And over-kissed, 1041|And kissed her mouth and eyes, 1041|And turned to the dead or the living dead, 1041|And over us both--the eternal dead-- 1041|And over us both ======================================== SAMPLE 461 ======================================== ; to _prove_ it to take some pains to look the way to 38520|make the _face_ the first. Here a case, that was not long 38520|enough, was bad enough; but, being bad, was very bad enough. 38520|_Excise_, abuse in your country. 38520|_Ragged_, stripped. The worst state of slavery is, to be sure, 38520|"But there's a cure the world gets from going mad." 38520|"But to return: 38520|"_To-morrow_ to go home, 38520|"We'll all walk in a curious way." 38520|"We've got no brains, 38520|"No brains inside the shirt, I vow, 38520|"And we don't know what it is to do." 38520|"But to return?" 38520|"I'll quit you, and we'll all walk in, I fear." 38520|"We'll all walk in a curious way." 38520|"No; you won't tell me why I should not try. We don't know 38520|"You'll show mankind their backs, and so keep clear." 38520|"But to return? Well, we'll all talk in a curious way." 38520|"We'll all tell you why I should not." 38520|informists who, having been questioned, will come to know where 38520|to attach them. 38520|"And if he doesn't say 'Hallo, 38520|"He'd better go and dance a round,' 38520|"We'll all come out together, 38520|"And, if he doesn't say 'Hallo,' 38520|"We'll all jedge one another, 38520|"And he never lets you go; 38520|"So there goes up no danger in the world. 'Hallo'!" 38520|"It'll be all right if he does not know. 'Hallo'!" 38520|"If he says 'Hallo' means any way it would go." 38520|"So I'll give you a laugh 'cause I thought he was wrong." 38520|"You're only a boy, sir," said Ant. 38520|"And I know, if that's right, he'll laugh at you." 38520|"He's a fool," said Ant. 38520|"No more words. I've got to say a word about it." 38520|"Why, he has a laugh' . . . Here, come with me, 38520|"You know I am right. You are, sir. And am----" 38520|"I wish I were that little bird again." 38520|"That's where he's got to stay. What are they going?" 38520|"That's--yes. You shall not care to call him." 38520|"Why, that's a great word," said Ant. 38520|"Mayn't I?" said Ant. 38520|"No, sir," said Ant. 38520|"You are right. I am going to tell you what I mean." 38520|"You shall," said Ben. 38520|"And why should I?" 38520|"You shall," said Ant. 38520|"Perhaps you are right. Just now, then, it is. I saw it." 38520|"You've heard of it?" 38520|"You are right. What have you heard?" 38520|"Where's where I am?" 38520|"Where I am." 38520|"It's the Queen's order," the Queen made reply. 38520|"And where the Queen?" 38520|"Where I am. We'll have to make ourselves merry. We shall meet every 38520|Next morning Ant. 38520|"Hands off, then, to your pleasure. We'll eat every limber cloth. We 38520|sanction." 38520|"Let me die now before I have been a part of that fatality!" 38520|"Hands off! Then there's a new question." 38520|"But where's the Queen?" 38520|"Here's my own subject. Tell us something at once." 38520|"Who is there?" 38520|"And the Queen?" 38520|"What is she doing here?" 38520|"Yes; what of the Queen?" 38520|"I want a dinner," the Queen made reply. 38520|"It ======================================== SAMPLE 462 ======================================== and the heart of a bird, 2620|The love of the day and the love of the spring, 2620|The hope of the red and the azure and gold, 2620|The vision of beauty, the drift of the hair, 2620|The word from the lips that are quivering there, 2620|The whisper of love, for the moment when life 2620|Is a fountain of waters, a bird's-nest lit, 2620|The shrine of the wind and the star-dew span, 2620|And the secret of youth to the eye of an hour, 2620|When the music of life in the chords of the song 2620|Is a perfume rare, fragrant, sweet, and strong, 2620|A lamp's-glow, a song ever audible, 2620|The breath of the rose, like the scent of the rose, 2620|And the secret of death in the harp of the spheres 2620|With the whisper and ring of a secret sweet 2620|That the soul of the rose is a part of the whole, 2620|And the secret of love is a part of the whole. 2620|The lily-light flows through the wood, 2620|The eglantine shows on the hill, 2620|The lark from the casement sings clear, 2620|The doves from the orchard sing, 2620|Sing sweet the song of the spring, 2620|And the dream is all so sweet, 2620|It haunts me still and the dark, 2620|And the rose-tree dims my sight, 2620|And the dark spreads out all night, 2620|With a whisper in every breath, 2620|"The time has come for you and me." 2620|The wild bird comes at dawn, 2620|And all the winds of the winter blow 2620|To bear off summer again, and bring 2620|Comfort and strength at one call, and cling, 2620|To bear off winter again, and cling, 2620|Like a reindeer, to shelter and shade 2620|The roadstead and verdure and field, 2620|To watch the rose in the garden spread, 2620|To take in its leaves, and its blossoms, and shed 2620|On its leaves, when the Spring has been, 2620|To gather and take in the garden shed, 2620|To feed upon them when Autumn hath fled. 2620|The first snowdrop, the last rose, 2620|The first violets are all burned up, 2620|The first violets are all undone, 2620|The first violets are soon quurned up, 2620|For the first sweet sprinkle of earth has striven 2620|To close up all the flower-time seven, 2620|And, finding the daffodil and jonquil, 2620|To cover the dust from Heaven and the rain, 2620|So that the season may not fail, 2620|Nor violets nor daffodils appear. 2620|Our country maiden the oak is, 2620|In forest a pleasant shade, 2620|Who takes from a wild and desert waste 2620|Such a long space as may be 2620|For solace to human wretchedness, 2620|And crumbs, such things as may be 2620|Made solitude musical. 2620|I cannot tell how much it takes, 2620|How much, and how much, in vogue, 2620|Of these vast fields of ice, frost, brooms, and brooms, 2620|To vogue and to ripeness; and how, 2620|By natural law, the clouds and storms 2620|Of this great earth are gathered now, 2620|And drenched, and soiled, and wasted. 2620|Yet still I do not tell how far 2620|From these all-covering snows, 2620|Far off, some place of refuge is, 2620|Whose mighty walls do not yet yawn 2620|As yet; but they, for they are all 2620|Emblazoned with moats and streams, 2620|Like those which prisoners wear at prison, 2620|Kept ever since, and will yet shut 2620|Again, and willing to repose 2620|Within these summits their abode. 2620|To one is known a hidden place, 26 ======================================== SAMPLE 463 ======================================== with a sigh of melancholy. 8187|But, ah! what tears are these? they fall 8187|For ever murmuring in their fall, 8187|For tears themselves must long have died 8187|To tell how short their sleep be's waked: 8187|And soon the hour that strikes their wake 8187|To those who lie beneath the stroke, 8187|Must all their hopes of life forsake, 8187|And tell how quick their death awake 8187|They never more shall see or hear, 8187|Whose sleep no more shall bless or mar. 8187|"And will they sleep," they mourn, "or wake, 8187|"Like leaves that in the whirlwind flit? 8187|"No? have they not been taught by me, 8187|"And will they die to make the sea? 8187|"No? shall we sleep like summer-dew, 8187|"When frosts no more our couch undo? 8187|"Or mourn like flowers when winds alone 8187|"Are sighing for the grave of one 8187|"That sleep below, while we who moan 8187|"All night the shores where no waves rise?" 8187|Scarce did those words of woe arise 8187|When the fierce scourge flashed from his eyes, 8187|And the poor lost one woke and cried-- 8187|"And will they sleep like those of old? 8187|"And will they sleep like those who moan 8187|"For all that we can feel and see? 8187|"No! will they sleep like those who moan 8187|"For all we we can feel and see? 8187|"Or, in these tears, will they be changed, 8187|"Like those of a fearful midnight, 8187|"Who know not the throstle's power, 8187|"Who weep when the spirits weep 8187|"Who sleep below when none may know? 8187|"That they sleep not where winds may blow, 8187|"Who know not the depth of sorrow, 8187|"Who weep beneath the eternal sleep 8187|"Of the dead if they have our weep, 8187|"Who weep o'er the souls who sleep." 8187|Dear, were you tempted again, Mary, 8187|In such a plight your error over, 8187|And then, my lord, if you live more 8187|In the land where all my brothers are, 8187|There still would be a better blunder-- 8187|You'll see your chance when you discover 8187|That you have changed your mind one day; 8187|And if, my lord, I lose my way 8187|To see your grave before I die, 8187|I'll find again another one, 8187|And see a grave both wide and high, 8187|Where words like these may lightly run 8187|Just as they hang on Ingelmere, 8187|And, after all, a good one there, 8187|And you shall see a grave both forlorn 8187|Of all my brothers left forlorn, 8187|And think I've got a dead man's rest, 8187|And then return another, my lord; 8187|But when, my lord, I end my days, 8187|I've thought on you, then think you've heard 8187|That, having just the weight of years, 8187|You'll find that, even though they're dead, 8187|The grave itself will not lie close 8187|Along with us, as young monks do, 8187|For in that grave they both will be 8187|As cold and dead as they have said 8187|At the close of every mortal day, 8187|But it's not the thing that's dead. 8187|So, now, my lord, if you _would_ have me 8187|Go forth, and seek some other place, 8187|I fear you are not doomed to grieve 8187|That you, my lord, have lost your grace; 8187|But I've got rid of every grief, 8187|Of the little worms that creep along, 8187|And wept at all for love and light 8187|That, being thus gone away from sight, 8187|You'll meet with at a lighter time, 8187|Tho' they've got on't already now, 8187|And ======================================== SAMPLE 464 ======================================== |Of that I have my choice. 2620|We are not set apart quite 2620|But for this earthly part; 2620|One point must be, that is the heart 2620|And the dear part of Art. 2620|I have put the stars and sun away, 2620|And bid my love good-morrow; 2620|I have put the stars and sun away, 2620|And bid good-morrow! 2620|I have put out the stars and sun away, 2620|And bid my love good-morrow; 2620|I have set the sun and sun on high, 2620|And bid good-morrow! 2620|I have set the sun and sun on high, 2620|And bid good-morrow; 2620|I have set the sun and rain on high, 2620|And bid good-morrow! 2620|I have shut the stars and sun away, 2620|And bid good-morrow; 2620|I have shut the sun and rain on high 2620|And bid good-morrow. 2620|I have shut my eyes yet once again, 2620|And bid good-morrow; 2620|If I gave my heart-blood in fee, 2620|What had I for morrow? 2620|It is better so! No one can know; 2620|I am here by break of day: 2620|I am happy in my own sweet Rose, 2620|And in my Life's May. 2620|He stood before my door, 2620|As one who has been long afar, 2620|But now stands out all breathless, 2620|A ghost of waiting for the dark: 2620|It is the room wherein he sleeps, 2620|The writer of the Light of Lights, 2620|The messenger of the Light of Lights. 2620|The walls shall be effaced and changed, 2620|No one from any of them weep, 2620|No one his vigil 'neath the trees, 2620|But cool and green and deep he sleeps. 2620|'Tis strange that in this kingdom of light 2620|Where spirits walk their ways, 2620|And in the dark that no man may seek 2620|The glory of his maze; 2620|But, looking upward, longingly 2620|The Poet spurs him on his way 2620|Into the silent wilderness 2620|Where dark things never grow. 2620|He passes on, and leaves the light 2620|Upon his dark, dark door; 2620|But the strange road, so dark, so bright, 2620|He hath no other stay. 2620|And on he goes unfaltering 2620|Through happy or through dark, 2620|Unto the peace of God--unseen-- 2620|Where men shall not draw near; 2620|That poets' lives may not attain 2620|To love, not follow him again 2620|To what may not endure: 2620|He walks the earth, he saith, and lives, 2620|Though the wise call him friend; 2620|Unheard, alone, upon God's will, 2620|Through the silence of the end. 2620|The Poet is lost in the light 2620|Of the dawn and the dew; 2620|And we find him singing, dreaming, 2620|"My dreams are a dream." 2620|And we meet, and we meet and we greet, 2620|And we meet and we greet; 2620|And it's good-by, for the world is sweet 2620|With the dream of a dream. 2620|The poet's heart is weary and weary, 2620|The Poet is weary and weary; 2620|For the dawn-light on the dreamer's eyes 2620|Had broken and left him a shade behind; 2620|He only looked up, by the light up, 2620|That lit his restless soul to its love 2620|And gave his mortal body its stolen 2620|Refreshening farewell to the earth-- 2620|Her spirit's palace--the soul of melody 2620|Where no wind stirs, and no shadows break-- 2620|And he heard her singing, weak and low 2620|From the dreamy palace, loud in the night, 2620|Till the dull note dropt its chord on the ear 2620|Of ======================================== SAMPLE 465 ======================================== as you are, 37804|And, far beyond the stars, 37804|In the still watches and the dawns, 37804|Fold round the world a changeless rose, 37804|Unfold a leafy word, 37804|And let the world the story know 37804|To tell us of the dawns. 37804|When, round the sunless mountain-chain 37804|That ripples through the misty vale, 37804|A world of lonesome shapes I seem, 37804|And hear the voice I cannot name. 37804|And sometimes when I seem alone, 37804|I hear them singing and they mark, 37804|But I can toss my arms around, 37804|And I can make a sudden turn, 37804|And then I know I can not sing, 37804|In agony of joy, 37804|A world of loves and broken hopes, 37804|Where I can see the dawn's bright eyes, 37804|And hear the voices of the morn, 37804|And all the beauty of the morn. 37804|O, blest are lovers, true at length, 37804|Where I can feel the pang of strife, 37804|And gather to my heart a strength 37804|To bear the woe of life; 37804|For I can lay a heavy curse 37804|Upon the heart I would not give, 37804|And soothe the sorrow of the earth, 37804|And call on Death to live. 37804|There is a flower that lives in bloom, 37804|Beside the path the angels trod; 37804|And in it the red roses blush, 37804|The lilies blush as they have done. 37804|And the rose blooms on the pathway's slope, 37804|The rose blooms on the pathway's height, 37804|And it blooms for a few brief days 37804|In the spring by the garden-erton. 37804|There is a flower that lives in bloom, 37804|And the rose blooms on the pathway's breast, 37804|With only a few brief days 37804|To die in the winter of its rest. 37804|There is a flower--a flower of grace, 37804|Beside the path where it should fall, 37804|Beside the gate where it should break 37804|With only a few brief days 37804|To live in the spring by the gate of life. 37804|There is a word from God, the name of love, 37804|It speaks of death--of dreams!--of days like these, 37804|A touch of hope on death's stern face, a smile 37804|That dies ere long in the red sunset-sky 37804|Of God's mercies over Nazareth. 37804|O, the garden of rose and lily and vine, 37804|What is it to me in the blue summer night? 37804|For love and hope are not like these to me, 37804|And I alone am left with the night of death. 37804|The summer stars are golden everywhere, 37804|And evening dew falls on the grassy sod: 37804|A poet sings some music in the air 37804|That fills with God the places of his God. 37804|O, this is life, and everything for me 37804|That has been quick to love's unfettered fire, 37804|When Love puts forth my heart where the fire springs. 37804|But day by day I feel the living fire 37804|Dance through my veins, a flame that can not die, 37804|When Time shall leave that heart for me to lie 37804|Low-murmuring on a bed of bloom and dew 37804|That makes my own to be the rose I grew 37804|To-night, and the wind, as it is, will breathe 37804|A little song or two and I shall die, 37804|And be a rose to meet the April sky. 37804|A little wind. And this is life that stirs 37804|My heart too with its pain. But here he is, 37804|And all my life is his that must endure 37804|To be what I must be who must not die. 37804|Ah me! ah me! my love is like a song, 37804|A song that thrills my soul, that fills my heart ======================================== SAMPLE 466 ======================================== when I hear a singing, 313|Hear a singing from a tree. 313|And if to-day all your longing 313|Should come from your desire, 313|In the air of heaven descending 313|With my silver voice I'd sing, 313|And be happy, if in your going 313|I should live, if in your keeping 313|I should meet an angel-king, 313|But, alas, I have wandered lonely 313|In the city of the Lord. 313|But I sit beside my lonely fire, 313|When the snow begins to fall, 313|And I think of all the fleeting years 313|That used to come at call, 313|And the hearts that longed to meet and love, 313|My eyes and their sweet farewell. 313|And I thank that gentle host 313|That has led my pilgrim here, 313|Who left behind a heavy joy, 313|In such alien waste of air, 313|Whither, 'mid these glad days of June, 313|The season of delight has fled, 313|And that sunshine never fades, 313|And there's nothing more to say, 313|With a prayer that will not be forgot, 313|Though it come to me at twilight, 313|In the streets that are so gay. 313|And my soul is full of feeling 313|Sweet--when the days go by; 313|And the great refreshments, dear, 313|O'er my mind are passing swiftly 313|As the birds across the sky, 313|And the thoughts which all have faded 313|Make the earth--a passing blaze, 313|O'er the weary heart of sorrow. 313|There's a memory of our youth, 313|Of the days when we were free, 313|With the sunshine of those brighter days 313|That were brighter days for me, 313|With the fragrant cloud of spring, 313|And with sunshine ever springing. 313|And I know that, in the coming years 313|Of my spirit, it appears 313|That the same bright days may be 313|When the same deep care has taken 313|All beneath my own dear name, 313|As I sit beside my lonely fire, 313|And remember how by day 313|I have been, for years untold, 313|The same sweet recollections warmly 313|In the same grave, still, dear heart. 313|Then my thoughts about the past 313|With a faith unbroken make 313|That the little years have vanished 313|Like the clouds, of cloud or lake, 313|Have been as a memory, dear, 313|As they were to me, dear heart. 313|Ah, the years! the years! 313|And the world seems full of joy 313|When my heart has been as happy 313|As the day when I was born, 313|And I could not have been sad 313|When I, too, was a joy; 313|And the world seems full of love 313|As it was when I was born. 313|Then the wise and mighty heart 313|Sorrows for a time must prove, 313|Which for many a day of strife 313|Must endure, and long, long life; 313|And with loving, steadfast thought 313|That is deeper still and sweeter, 313|Brings to it a whole, sweet home, 313|Glad of its own sunny smile, 313|And its very own sweet smile. 313|And I think no bitter grief 313|Can be quite so sweet to me, 313|As to sit beside this fire 313|And to think, with half-an-heart, 313|On the days that are no more, 313|And to wander as though they were. 313|Ah, the new-born year! September's fair 313|Red rose-bud 'neath the maple-clad September air, 313|And the cheery, kindly western land; 313|With the sunshine and the air of May; 313|With the sweet, wild scent of elder-blooms; 313|And the sweet, sweet smell of distant plains; 313|With the old sweet, self-same simple phrase, 313|And the rose's dear fragrance 'round the lips which it displays. 313|And the poet's too old for the world's dull mood, 313|And the minstrel's too old in his high conceit, 313|And the poet's of old with the world half pleased; 313|But ======================================== SAMPLE 467 ======================================== |_"The little flowers of France!_" 28375|The little birds of France 28375|Are very proud of you, 28375|And the wind of the morning comes, 28375|And the sun shines out of the sea. 28375|I went to Rouen first; 28375|I went to Rouen first, 28375|I went to Rouen last, 28375|And there I found the man 28375|Only I was left alone. 28375|_"I went to Rouen last; 28375|I went to Rouen last; 28375|I went to Rouen last, 28375|But never a one I met."_ 28375|_"It's a weary road I took, 28375|It's weary years I've left, 28375|For many a year I've 'neaded 28375|And many a mile I've 'needed."_ 28375|_"I went to Rouen first, 28375|I went to Rouen last; 28375|I went to Rouen last; 28375|By night I 'neaded thirst."_ 28375|"I went to Rouen's last; 28375|I went to Rouen's last; 28375|The way to Rouen's last, 28375|By day I 'neaded thirst_. 28375|_"By night I 'd die,' I thought; 28375|By day I 'd die,' I thought; 28375|I 'd die by 'bonnie' rheum,'" 28375|_"And there was no resistance_, 28375|Only a little feud 28375|Crept in between my brother_"_ 28375|_"To Rouen I did come-- 28375|To Rouen I did come; 28375|I went to Rouen first, 28375|I went to Rouen's last;_ 28375|"My brothers and my sisters, 28375|My sisters and my sisters, 28375|I left the road last so."_ 28375|_"At Rouen my feet were led; 28375|I went to Rouen's last; 28375|I left my brothers and my sisters, 28375|And there I found my last."_ 28375|"No sound was there to break 28375|The stillness of the north; 28375|Only the wind was gone; 28375|It passed me on the left."_ 28375|"I turned to the right again; 28375|I left the left spur thrown; 28375|I saw my mother and my brother 28375|Upon the right alone." 28375|_"Oh, no! my brothers dear, 28375|On you we no protection see; 28375|Our wants we now can spare; 28375|Let us look forward to this place, 28375|And bid you farewell, good bye, 28375|And bid the trees farewell."_ 28375|I had a horse that galloped fast, 28375|I helped him up along; 28375|I gave him legs and both my hands, 28375|And went into the throng. 28375|I gave him such a galloping rider 28375|I felt the journey right. 28375|I gave him money and good old _Ball_, 28375|As plainly as I could; 28375|I gave him six and twenty-five, 28375|And ne'er a one went mad. 28375|Farewell, farewell, my brave young laddie! 28375|The river flows with you! 28375|The bells they sound, the boats they bound, 28375|And I, too, am your lad. 28375|I'll give you all my corn and hay, 28375|And never a one I'll miss, 28375|You shall have the mill and the hare, 28375|And the rattling iron-three. 28375|I shall not think this life was such 28375|Upon the edge of shame, 28375|Where many a brave 'twas made to trow, 28375|And even now men blame; 28375|I shall not say how brave you were, 28375|But in some distant spot, 28375|By many a one, dear lass, 28375|Will you be forgot!" 28375|So swift your horse and swift your steed, 28375|You shall not marry me, 28375|I ======================================== SAMPLE 468 ======================================== 26199|They did not care for me. 26199|I went and screamed with all my might 26199|As I ran round the house 26199|To see if I should kill my wife 26199|Before her face. 26199|I thought of going to the Bar, 26199|With her in my embrace-- 26199|And I got down--well, she was not bad, 26199|She was not bad at all.-- 26199|I didn't know what I should do 26199|Because I'd gone astray-- 26199|But as it always did for me 26199|I'm glad I've come the way. 26199|I went and screamed with all my might, 26199|As I went round the house, 26199|Until I met with a man, 26199|Who grinned at me and shook his head, 26199|And said, "I hate the Doctor!" 26199|I went and screamed with all my might, 26199|As I went round the house, 26199|Until I killed my wife and then 26199|I lost my way with a club 26199|Or pistol a man had, 26199|As I found my way in the woods 26199|And when I went to the cupboard 26199|The cupboard was in a lump, 26199|And when I went all over there 26199|Somehow I was a fool. 26199|When I went in and saw her, 26199|I thought, "I hate the Doctor!" 26199|But what was I that was 26199|I couldn't tell--I heard-- 26199|And it wasn't he it was. 26199|Then I went to the bar and tried 26199|To tell the truth.--And died, 26199|But still it was the best way 26199|And left for me that day. 26199|And I said, "It must be 26199|A pretty business, do!" 26199|But still I held it dear, 26199|And when I could not come down 26199|I went to him and said, 26199|"Now here's a health to my wife." 26199|And when I'd drunk it down 26199|The cupboard, down. 26199|I went and came and was disgraced 26199|And my wife's tongue was stung 26199|Till I could tell where she had flown, 26199|And when I met with I said 26199|My wife once fell to the ground 26199|And I was drowned--not drowned!-- 26199|And all I think is, I'm drowned. 26199|When the spring earth puts forth all green 26199|And new green leaves the sod, 26199|And with the old spring earth new green 26199|Earth's new green heart shall sing 26199|And all green woods shall ring, 26199|I'll love and I will love the earth 26199|That lives on free and common Earth. 26199|There are no flowers in April's face 26199|Nor snow upon her raiment grey. 26199|But in her voice is summer's breath 26199|That thrills the trees with tender frieze. 26199|She has a voice and yet you hear't 26199|The singing of a lake to be. 26199|I love deep the brook in spring 26199|To lie in my warm nest and sing. 26199|I love all the little birds 26199|That fly about the air. 26199|I love the meadow-peaks and flowers-- 26199|Love them that lie in the grasses. 26199|I love the wild-bee's music in the blue 26199|That feed among the sheaves; 26199|The bluebird's song is a clarid ring 26199|That rings out endless lives. 26199|I love to watch the glad spring rain 26199|Sink in the golden light of the brightening sky 26199|To tell what life is and to me is but 26199|A poet's dream of day. 26199|I would that I could find a bird that sings, 26199|And with its music make the woods rejoice, 26199|And give me wings to fly with me on wings 26199|Through shady forests and through sunny vale. 26199|And then where I would be where bird or bee 26199|All day are blithely singing, and all night long ======================================== SAMPLE 469 ======================================== and the deep-toubled 30599|Boom of the winds, 30599|Towards the dim-discovered 30599|Twilight. 30599|Through the grey clouds the little ships in a moment are lost. 30599|Only the moon, 30599|Through the grey vapors, 30599|Pours the grey light on the waters, 30599|The darkness is lost. 30599|Only the moon, 30599|Filling the heavens, 30599|Lifts the gray mist 30599|From the far shores. 30599|In the grey shadow, 30599|Like a white spear, 30599|Like a wild serpent, 30599|In the light of the moon, 30599|Crimsonly bright, 30599|The great ships of England 30599|Float slowly away. 30599|And we, that are parted, 30599|And we, that are one, 30599|Dream it over the waters, 30599|And out into the dawn, 30599|Like a wild sea-gull 30599|That flutters and quivers, 30599|With the storm-whipped arrows 30599|Of bubbles on the mast. 30599|And the great ships of England 30599|Are shattered, and whirled 30599|Like the foam of the sea; 30599|And the great ships of England 30599|Are blown into the night. 30599|And we, that are one, 30599|Dream it over the waters, 30599|And out into the dawn 30599|Where the great ships of England 30599|Are tossed like white sea-foam; 30599|And we, that are one, 30599|Stand out in the white road 30599|Of the dark waves; 30599|And from the deep road of it 30599|Our feet are wet 30599|With the tears we have shed; 30599|And we--we are two, 30599|We, that are one, 30599|Dream it over the seas 30599|With the sun on the skies. 30599|And over the foam, 30599|And over the foam, 30599|And through the huge storm; 30599|And into the foam, 30599|Flee us and love, 30599|And if ever we come, 30599|Why, we shall stay there 30599|In the twilight 30599|Star above Star 30599|I remember, I remember 30599|There was a soft wraith-like night 30599|Upon the hills. 30599|And I was the wind over the hills. 30599|And I was the wind of the hills. 30599|And the hillside was white with stones. 30599|And I was the wind under the hills, 30599|And I was the wind of the hills. 30599|I was the wind over the hills; 30599|And I was the wind on the sea. 30599|And I was the wind that spoke 30599|Blind in the hollow and the rain. 30599|And I was the wind that awoke 30599|The deep, and heard. 30599|And I am the wind over the hills. 30599|And where, upon the hills again, 30599|Shall I betake my lips, and kiss? 30599|I shall do nothing of my own, 30599|If ever I come these ways. 30599|For my heart, with my heart's blood, 30599|Will do nothing but sleep. 30599|Come hither, and rest thou of death, 30599|Sorrow and pain keep close together; 30599|Come, as was said before. 30599|Rest ye then on the hills again; 30599|And as sleep shall for thee remain; 30599|As thou drovest there below 30599|There was a man tossed in his sleep, 30599|And this a maiden did swear 30599|By the name that God set in her mouth, 30599|That if ever her hand on his lips 30599|Could blow from his land 30599|She would take it and hang it beside him 30599|With her hand in his head, 30599|In his hand as he lay 30599|On the flower, and say no word. 30599|O ye that are called of the olden men 30599|Remember this knight, 30599|And the name that is one with ======================================== SAMPLE 470 ======================================== |Like music, that had been for love: 2334|It brought him, in a moment, to her fold 2334|The treasure of her womanhood:-- 2334|The woman, with a woman's grace of mind, 2334|By name, and nature's minstrelsy of kind, 2334|The woman that she trusted, for the thing 2334|She seemed the very God of love! 2334|The moon has grown disconsolate for a night so warm and dim: 2334|The wind is parched and grooved: the night is parched with him: 2334|And yet he comes, his pale ghost-visaged, to the moon. 2334|The moon has grown disconsolate for a night so cold and dim: 2334|The wind is parched and groined in the heart of him. 2334|I know that I shall do my part to-night to-night alone; 2334|If I have loved, I shall have borne it--my part is unmade dim. 2334|(With a wow-weep! 2334|The moon has grown disconsolate for a night so still and dim. 2334|The wind is parched and groined in the heart of him.) 2334|The wind is parched and sick: the night will end to-night, 2334|The wind will take my hand to light a lamp on him. 2334|(With a wow-weep!-- 2334|The moon has grown disconsolate for a night so chill and dim.) 2334|The wind will take my hand to cool my burning brow, 2334|And say, "I do not love him, do not say me no; 2334|You did not think me cruel, why you loved not me-- 2334|You loved not me--I loved not you--I loved you--do not you? 2334|And why are your eyes so dark, and why are your cheeks wet? 2334|"Because because no reason has--God's will is yet. 2334|And who has anything to say for me to love or to forget?" 2334|I have a little house by the sea, 2334|And what do you want with me?-- 2334|A little wife and a little child, 2334|And I want nothing but summer, oh! 2334|And will you love me a little? Do you know 2334|I want to love you another? Do you know 2334|I want to love you another? 2334|To close my eyes, and I will shut them blind, 2334|And I will take the hidden all that lies 2334|In wait for you to see me, oh! 2334|I can see nothing, I want to drive away 2334|The noisy wheel and clatter of wheels on the street. 2334|For life's a gift, and love's a medicine, sweet: 2334|I want to love you another! 2334|I love to go to bed at the close of day, 2334|When the sun shines through the window, and the air 2334|Is sweet with herbs and flowers. Do you want to play 2334|Around me, little girl? 2334|I want to join the surging river and the beach. 2334|I want to stand on the sand and watch the ships, 2334|And make the gravel dances and light the lamps, 2334|And to go barefoot on the highway, just a month. 2334|To stay at home and sleep and not to go abroad. 2334|I want to have no friends, no home, no wife, 2334|No friends, no children, no playmates, no playmates, 2334|No songsters, no children, no playmates, no playmates, 2334|No nymphs, no Helen, no playmates, no playmates, 2334|No hearthstones, no playmates, no kiss-me-and-the-cyneas. 2334|(Sounds and sinks, dying, dying, at shore where these poor 2334|"And are you wanting me?" the mother said, "I want to be a little 2334|She stared a little towards the side of the river, 2334|At the pebbles she had left, and saw the little ship, 2334|And he stood upon the sand, and he stood upon the sand, 2334|And all the little shipmates came from the far away, 2334|With shining faces and with ======================================== SAMPLE 471 ======================================== ! 3545|When our next converse brought in its 'favour to the eye.' 3545|When the second wrote and the last in good health went hand in hand, 3545|And this is most true. 3545|The third canto sings and the last in good health went hand in hand, 3545|And this is most true. 3545|The fourth canto sings and the last in good humor comes to hand; 3545|And this is in true. 3545|The fifth canto sings and the last in good humor goes as before, 3545|The latest and the ninth in good humor rises up once more, 3545|And a third like it comes from the east that has never a turn o' heads, 3545|And a third like it comes from the west which has not a turn o' heads, 3545|But a fifth like it comes from the four great Kenbucts and rolling 3545|streams of the Elginan. 3545|When I was a little boy, 3545|I met a man with seven; 3545|Every day that I went to school, 3545|Any one in the morning; 3545|Every day that I went to school, 3545|Any one in the morning. 3545|Every day that I got to book, 3545|Any one in the morning, 3545|Any day that I got to learn, 3545|Any day that I went to learn, 3545|Any day that I got to learn, 3545|Any day that I got to learn, 3545|Any day that I got to learn, 3545|Any day that I got to learn, 3545|Any day that I got to learn, 3545|Any day that I got to learn, 3545|Any day that I got to learn, 3545|Any day that I got to learn, 3545|Any day that I got to learn, 3545|Any day that I got to learn, 3545|Any day that I got to learn, 3545|Any day that I got to learn, 3545|Any day that I got to learn, 3545|Any day that I got to learn, 3545|Any day that I got to learn, 3545|Any day that I got to learn, 3545|Any day that I got to learn, 3545|Any day that I got to learn, 3545|Any day that I got to learn, 3545|Any day that I liked to learn, 3545|Any day that I got to learn, 3545|Any day that I got to learn, 3545|Any day that I found to learn, 3545|Any day that I lived to learn, 3545|Any day that I learned to learn, 3545|Any day that I knew to learn, 3545|Any day that I neared the town, 3545|Met a man with seven; 3545|Every day that I live to learn, 3545|Any day that I live to learn, 3545|Any day that I want to learn, 3545|Any day that I know to learn, 3545|Any day that I get to learn. 3545|When they saw my sorrows and care, 3545|"What are you going to do, 3545|To the top of the hill? 3545|Nothing at all at all." 3545|"Cannot come at all, 3545|For you took things mighty 3545|That I should have to go." 3545|"Let me go! No, 3545|You will never come back, 3545|For you've taught me so, 3545|And you've given me a Lid. 3545|You have let me go, 3545|I will never come back." 3545|"Then why not now? 3545|And why not now at last? 3545|And if you would go, 3545|Why that was never the case. 3545|I'll forgive you, I know." 3545|"And what do you think 3545|Of as being as bad? 3545|And who have you been 3545|To spoil your love? 3545|And what have you done?" 3545|"You had best go, 3545|And if you did, 3545|How would you like now, 3545|The rest of you too." 3545|"I have you in my house, ======================================== SAMPLE 472 ======================================== . 1030|And when his wits were gone, 1030|There came a voice from 'Hell', 1030|A voice so musical and shrill, 1030|It would take heart to hear 1030|The music of the spheres, 1030|The choral of the spheres. 1030|The voice was full of music, 1030|Full of great lyric flame; 1030|I heard it from each hollow hill, 1030|I heard it where it came; 1030|The lark was in its singing still, 1030|The thrush's in its desire; 1030|I did but hear the skylark so blithe 1030|To cheer the day of dew; 1030|I only saw his bosom beat, 1030|I heard his happy cry; 1030|But the world stood still and listened for't, 1030|The stars stood still and cried; 1030|The air took colour from the land, 1030|I heard the merry tide-- 1030|They looked towards the Heaven, and smiled; 1030|And every heart stood still, 1030|And every face was lit with gold, 1030|And every heart stood still. 1030|The sun shone on our western lands, 1030|And gently glanced aside 1030|The beaming wonders of our eyes, 1030|The floating purple pride, 1030|The love of life, the kindly cares, 1030|The gentle ways, the artful years; 1030|All things smiled on us, and smiled on us, 1030|For here the whole world smiled. 1030|Here hearts were bold, by care oppressed, 1030|And there was rest too sweet to last, 1030|And everything was sweet, 1030|That never did sad thoughts beguile, 1030|And never can be this, 1030|That never shall we understand, 1030|The happy days are fleet, 1030|How shall we take them at our last? 1030|So swift the year, the passing sun, 1030|The trees so calm and still, 1030|And all things joyous with the hours, 1030|How shall we break them then? 1030|Ah, Love! thy days are many, 1030|Thy nights are full of gladness, 1030|And all thy days are one. 1030|Ah, Life! thy sunless happy days, 1030|Thou art so swift to go; 1030|And yet, and yet, thy sunless skies, 1030|And rain, are still too stern to blow. 1030|Ah, Love! thy days are joys. 1030|A thousand dreams are fleetest 1030|And less accomplishings; 1030|A thousand hopes are surest 1030|That ne'er can last like flowers. 1030|Yet not for that thou'rt gilded 1030|Or dropped upon the shelves, 1030|They are not marred with glory; 1030|They are not mine or thine, 1030|And I have tried and striven 1030|To win thee by the winning; 1030|But thou would'st win thy Love. 1030|Ah, Love! in truth 'tis little 1030|That we should keep the path; 1030|And few our wishes know it, 1030|And none our hopes can reach; 1030|A fire in every bosom 1030|May burn the very heart, 1030|And make it harder, Love! 1030|The lark becomes a monster, 1030|When he is driven out 1030|Into the azure ocean; 1030|When he is rent 1030|Into a little air, 1030|Which he, impatient, follows; 1030|And when his wings 1030|Leave him in earth's cold places, 1030|With anguish writhing, 1030|He drops into the mire, 1030|Where he is cold and hale; 1030|For all the winds are waiting 1030|To shake and cease to harm, 1030|And so he comes disfearing 1030|Into the dark abyss, 1030|And so, to-day, Death cometh 1030|Into the world of bliss. 1030|'Tis better to be joyful 1030|Than disappointed here; 1030|To renounce all ======================================== SAMPLE 473 ======================================== . 23972|T'other day the brateny-faced old dame 23972|'Canteab ad Trocher ad Trocher ad Trocher ad Troop ad Troop ad 23972|An', quhen flamed the mornin', 23972|Her brattys they were, wi' her brats o' the Clyde. 23972|An', quod she, "I could swear I was doin' 23972|On lairds, if I kent her brats, 23972|I couldna say mair o' her fine goud kaims, 23972|She maks my heart sae leuch, 23972|An' my auld dame's heart was sair an' sair, 23972|She'll no sleep when licht is nae. 23972|"I've mony wealed our auld anes' bairns, 23972|An' auld anes' fairsd our land; 23972|But the day we set the moul', we'll be back, 23972|An' I'll no sleep when licht is nae. 23972|"There's mony wealed our auld anes' bairns, 23972|An' auld anes' fairsd our land; 23972|But the day we set the moul', we'll be back, 23972|An' I'll no sleep when licht is nie." 23972|She's ta'en the auld dame by the hand, 23972|An' her apron petticoat she won; 23972|"Ye'll sleep when ye tak' the mools on the land, 23972|An' the bairns on the bairns they can dinna tak'!" 23972|She's ta'en the auld dame by the hand, 23972|An' her apron petticoat she won; 23972|"Ye'll sleep when ye tak' the mools on the land, 23972|An' the bairns on the bairns they can dinna tak'." 23972|Auld Maitland heard her converse sair 23972|'Twas "yell the blast o' the Worms amang sic fun!" 23972|An' she laughed wi' a jeerin' an' a laughin', 23972|'Twas "How did ye git in wi' the undone?" 23972|'Twas "How ford the bairns, and the bairns, and God?" 23972|Nae lengthen out what the fee befell, 23972|He had nae had 'is bonny plaid; 23972|An' noo iver he had twa or three, 23972|Auld Maitland's jawie, bauld Maitland leuch, 23972|That e'er he married she thought he'd spier; 23972|But he's gotten the hand o' a likely-like frost, 23972|Which furse to his feet the bonny green fiel'; 23972|It fell on a day in his neebours chate-- 23972|The deil did he na' blame o' naiseless tar; 23972|But auld Maitland he is shüüne o' ither kirn, 23972|An' her auld mither she's nae fou at a'. 23972|Now, Maitland he was braw but he didn' the sense, 23972|An' the pangs o' her pitiless heart was bricht; 23972|So he went wi' the head o' Meg o' the Spinn, 23972|An' Meg he wad be'tious be out o' the licht; 23972|For he'd hae na sowait the sowtts to the lift, 23972|An, auld Maitland, ye'd maybe mark the lift. 23972|Now Mither she hecht her a bonny young hale, 23972|A chieftain ayont the blue hills o' Bithynair; 23972|For, though he was auld and he was a dune, 23972|He was stark mad about the lift; 23972|He had fought for a house that was near him a licht, 23972|An' his heart did but waurly the point enir. 23972|Yet he was auld, and he was a blithe ======================================== SAMPLE 474 ======================================== in his head, with half-remembered grace. 38468|"Then you must see, good brother, that I am one; 38468|So should the knight, Sir Rudeger, do this for me. 38468|That you have feigned to join in your despite, 38468|I'll work all night and do it for my right." 38468|"Siegfried, I know him well," spake the king, 38468|"And am, too, proud and haughty to offend. 38468|Of his own kin am I, and of my kin 38468|In arms, at home to fight with fiends abroad. 38468|"To me too little fortune's risk he has, 38468|For I have well deserved it, if he will. 38468|Yet, do you hear, what ever man has seen, 38468|That I will gladly don for you my shield." 38468|Fair Uta and her women thought him bold 38468|To do his will, the while her maids around. 38468|He's ta'en her, and received her for his guide; 38468|Well pleased the king his service as a crown. 38468|She took the guide and helped him to the shore; 38468|Then bade her followers all in harness tost. 38468|The queen to Rhine, before her, drove a mule, 38468|Twice seven good steeds, and also four good men. 38468|In travail, travail all they yoked before. 38468|She took the steeds to the pavilion door, 38468|And there began to weep with many a tear. 38468|Then spake she to her maids, "Why weepest thou? 38468|This is a Christian knight, the best in power: 38468|He says thy sister is thy sister's child, 38468|And has a kinsman ne'er a stranger been?" 38468|"'Tis true he has a kinsman," fair replied 38468|The bold Sir Giselher, a gallant knight. 38468|"So be it," said the maids, "and what my wish, 38468|My sister's child will bear, thy service asks." 38468|With a good and faithful answer from the queen 38468|The Dane King spake, "And can it be said that I 38468|Am aught so well disposed, that, when I think 38468|I've done so much, no better would I be." 38468|Then answered the high-minded Sir Gernot, "Nay, 38468|Thy daughter's son hath gladly left her home. 38468|He is my youngest's wife, and thou art he 38468|And thy good-comforters. I long to see 38468|And to commend my gifts: a boon of thine 38468|I can but give; so happy seek it o'er mine head, 38468|If thou wilt grant the tribute that I claim 38468|As my high-born bride." He grieved like anything, 38468|And on his brow he held the parting ring. 38468|He said, "I love thee, noble knight, full dear, 38468|But there's a death upon my deadly foe, 38468|If thou but come to Etzel, 'twill come too. 38468|'Twill come to me; my sister would be free." 38468|Thereto made answer Hagan, King of Trony, 38468|"I love thee for this deed, I well know thine." 38468|"Nay, that were unendurable," the twain said, 38468|"And that were undeserved. I've borne with you 38468|Much sorrow for my friends; and yet with thee 38468|We're ever as one individual. 38468|Such evil then is mine if any man 38468|Should aught be left the while to thine to bear." 38468|"I would," replied the false knight, "not harm thyself, 38468|But here, before thou hast received this boon. 38468|'Twill be more shameful e'en to bring the draught. 38468|For if thou bring'st it not, thou shalt be naught." 38468|Thereto gave answer Hagan, King of Trony, 38468|Naught could this speech disdainful serve. "'Twere best, 38468|That I should do ======================================== SAMPLE 475 ======================================== ," 23972|"You'll be all right then," his wife said. 23972|"I'm up and away, and to church, then--" 23972|"The halesome and plump Fat smell both. 23972|"I wish I had been where you will, dear," 23972|Said she. "I wish you'd been here much. 23972|"You'd be all right, my dear, I fear." 23972|"I'm going to be as right here, dear." 23972|"I'll be all right, and be as if I were going to be one of your 23972|"You should have seen them, child." 23972|"Well, that's what I'm going to do, mother." 23972|"You must be all right," she said. 23972|"There is one thing I ask the Lord to give to you." 23972|"Let me see!" said the woman. "At least I will!" 23972|"No, do you, Cousin!" said she. 23972|"But what a _very great_ thing!" was the answer. 23972|"But what d'you tell me, mother?" 23972|"Yes," said her brother, tremulously. 23972|"But what happened after that?" she said. 23972|"So I beg you tell, my children." 23972|"You are right," she said. 23972|Said the little girl, "and this is no way of going to be made." 23972|"We'll get there soon," the child answered, "when people want us." 23972|"Let us get there soon," the girl said, "and keep away from these pore 23972|"Oh, yes, and did you want to get it?" 23972|"I'm going to get it," the child answered, very loudly. "But my 23972|"But what happened after that?" she asked. 23972|"And what happened after that?" 23972|"You could not really prevent it." 23972|"You said you would find it to be quite impossible for you to want it." 23972|"Oh, yes, and it's going to rain," said the child. 23972|"Oh how delightful is the noise," said the child, very excitedly. 23972|"I guess you're delighted," said the child. 23972|"Oh, oh, how delightful!" said the child. 23972|"And what going! and the terrible demons come among among us," 23972|"It's the Devil's over," whispered the little girl. 23972|"I'm going to come down," said the child, shortly to meet the little 23972|"Come, little boy, let me see if you don't find those demons." 23972|"No, no, indeed! I'm not after!" said the boy. 23972|"I'm so nice after all," said the little girl. 23972|"But why don't you go?" whispered the two little ones. 23972|"D'you like me?" I asked. 23972|"Oh, why don't you go off?" 23972|"I said the Devil had me, and then I wish I had stayed," said the 23972|"D'you like chaffing with me?" cried the two little ones. 23972|"It's the Devil's own kind," said the little girl. 23972|"It's what's just been taking you to see how we really do like it 23972|"And the Devil's there now," said the Devil. 23972|"Do you like your food?" 23972|"Yes, kind sir. A little mouse, as I've been pointing to the mouse's 23972|"And what did you say--this little thing that carries me past the 23972|"Oh, the old Devil and the cat," said the brawn. 23972|"You wouldn't say that, sir?" 23972|"I'm not really particular about it." 23972|"Oh, why did you tell me?" 23972|"Because I tell you that, dear. 23972|"I thought the Devil had me back of him. I thought he would come up, 23972|"Do you tell me that you wanted to marry me?" 23972|"I thought the Devil would come and see me, and you wouldn't say no-- 23972|So, to the door I passed the little room where a little woman sat 23972| ======================================== SAMPLE 476 ======================================== ] he could not be aware 10602|Of any danger from him dere; 10602|And that no sencelesse he could beare 10602|His wretched souldiers, were appeare. 10602|He would an easy fall have founde, 10602|And dide the occasion of this wounde. 10602|But that he might be heal'd with this, 10602|His heades and arms to his heeles he would 10602|Fast holden, as he ought to do, 10602|For other feares should goe to rue. 10602|At last he said, O ever true, 10602|Hear all that I shall say to you, 10602|And of our fellow that have beeath 10602|The care of all my leafe and my deare, 10602|To you I now my message have beeath. 10602|That ye be both to me so deare, 10602|And to my sonne, in whom my poore 10602|Love is to finde my sore displeasure, 10602|I will in this reproef all shorter 10602|Than that myself have yet occasion 10602|To write my wilful arraaw in; 10602|But this I cannot understand, 10602|So that your grace will deale my hand. 10602|And I beleever well to you, 10602|That I doo you excuse, y-wis. 10602|For he is dead, dead ere his time, 10602|And with the loues delighteth he; 10602|May he this wrongfull curse asswage, 10602|Wee will this treason celebrate. 10602|May he this bloodie malice stroue, 10602|And with my soule inspire my soule: 10602|My heart it selfe with emulation 10602|May you this wrong abuse abuse, 10602|And that I not as you accuse. 10602|For loe, my sonne and father's death 10602|Died ere this warlike pest of your: 10602|Loe being dead, as soon as dead, 10602|The heavens doo sing, Loec. 10602|"Lo, my sonne sence an amaranouse cloud," 10602|The god began to say. 10602|Therefore the eyes of all that loue, 10602|And the beauteous eye of all that loue, 10602|O, let not that too quickly tell 10602|Of your faire face, my sonne and swaine, 10602|The which shall end my miserie. 10602|Lo, you have part, have power, lo, all the rest: 10602|Lo, how you doo exalt the rest. 10602|Then loue-sicke you both, then loue-sicke you both, 10602|And then you hate, loosing with the dart 10602|Poore wounded swaines and his smart. 10602|Then let my soule run over your brest, 10602|And I will end your woes with fervour. 10602|O harken unto me speake Death now at hand, 10602|Lo, how the hart and hind with his knife twitched, 10602|And me torne so in hart I understand, 10602|Diseased, wounded, bleeding, bleeding swolne, 10602|So that my heart maist nought but pain & grut 10602|Am I awake, awake, awake? 10602|"Lyke as a lion on a lion sprung, 10602|So is my hart outrooted, and distraught. 10602|She writes unto my hart, who ment my name, 10602|She tells me honour, lo, they have emproy'd her: 10602|She blandyes her, although she seldome blame, 10602|She pens my hart unto that hart her thought, 10602|She wounds my hart with that which she him brought, 10602|And in my hand of deaths smiths signres he wrought, 10602|Threatning to send my body forth to me, 10602|That all my sensees, which now am memory, 10602|Should she not say, Ile pitie and mischaunce, 10602|I would not for a myall warres be hãged. 10602|"Now by my arrowes rust now vp my leasure ======================================== SAMPLE 477 ======================================== ! 6619|For ever I would be the one I loved, 6619|Though life were rough and it were hard to miss, 6619|Though mine be dark where it was white and soft, 6619|Though mine be dark that was the one I loved, 6619|Though mine be dark and not the one I loved, 6619|Yet ever I would be the one I loved 6619|Though my be dark where I love. 6619|Do you see my heart was sad? 6619|Do you see my heart was sad? 6619|Did you see the dawn was gray? 6619|Did you see the night was grey? 6619|Did you see the dawn was gray? 6619|Did you see the dawn was gray? 6619|Did you see the death we met, 6619|Did you see my heart was sad? 6619|Did you hear the autumn clang, 6619|Did you see the dead red rose, 6619|Did you see the rose was red? 6619|Did you see the sorrow then 6619|That had shared your all with me, 6619|And have felt the winter through? 6619|Did you see the pallid day 6619|That we watched in other years, 6619|We two who have loved too well? 6619|Little sad, but I love you still, 6619|And if, as I said before, 6619|I should tell you all I know, 6619|I should tell you all the tale, 6619|You should weep for me no more. 6619|If I were a little bird, 6619|I would sing and play in the sky; 6619|I'd pipe and I'd pipe all day, 6619|For you know I'd never die. 6619|Little sad, but I love you still, 6619|And if, aweary with waiting, 6619|I should tell you all my tale, 6619|Sleep should bring no tears at will, 6619|For now, all the world is gray, 6619|And now it is "Dreaming away!" 6619|The sun is warm and bright; 6619|The breath of spring is down, 6619|The green, fresh leaves have loosed their clinging 6619|And started off in starshy rills 6619|With brown wings flecked with brown. 6619|And all our summer dreams 6619|Are faded, and begun, 6619|And everything has long ago forgotten 6619|Where it has blossomed and done no more 6619|I would remember ever more, 6619|We two, the days we walked together 6619|In the long, blue days of boyhood, when 6619|I heard your laugh and childish jest, 6619|And knew that I could sing for Pity 6619|The songs that I could play! 6619|When I was twenty-one, 6619|I left my girl to weep, 6619|And turned the ragged stone 6619|At eve and winter dawn, 6619|In the gray wall's shadow, where 6619|No light can ever shine, 6619|Where no foot has entered there 6619|Or tread the stony mine; 6619|For I never heard its sound 6619|Since the first happy year, 6619|And I never saw its flowers 6619|Or clustered in the Square, 6619|But I walked barefoot, barefoot, 6619|Because there was no care, 6619|As I went out to buy 6619|Some frocks of jam _encore_, 6619|Some hose of _skirtle_ gay 6619|With _tucks_ and _travelled_ hem, 6619|Or the _dappled coat_ 6619|That the little girl wore, 6619|In her happy days of girlhood, 6619|And the soft, cushion gown 6619|With which she put them down, 6619|And the old, warworn fur, 6619|And the healthy spruce, and the sunburnt white, 6619|And the wrinkled, and the grave, 6619|And the wrinkled skin--and I 6619|Could find a place for _life_ 6619|In this wonderful West Whirloom, 6619|With the gorgeous little girl 6619|Tall and slender and slender and slender and fair, ======================================== SAMPLE 478 ======================================== 785|Which, on the very causeway, by a sign 785|Of blood or whip, were given to each man, 785|Who could endure so much, and he who fails 785|To keep his blood-stained garments in the offing-- 785|Who might, perchance, be trusted unto me, 785|Or, that he had the power to shake his limbs, 785|Or so deny himself for evermore. 785|Therefore it is that what our hands create 785|Be not the thing, since this our very death 785|Is that which we know wax and wax and wane, 785|As through a sign alternate we become 785|Impotent. 785|Now, therefore, as to our own 785|Now, in whatever case I mean to say, 785|I will depart, since I have given thee all 785|Of the great love whereby I found myself; 785|And, therefore, since thou callest me to use 785|Thy spirit to guide me, I will give myself 785|Alone to love, for, seeing that I love, 785|I thank thee, Lord, for that which I have done. 785|For when we come to this, my spirit leaves 785|The sense of grief, and, in the moment when 785|They come to it, repents at last; and though 785|'Tis but a single word, perforce it speaks 785|A little in good order, howso'er 785|It be not so, than then, the crowd may go, 785|Or from it, for no space--of pain or pain. 785|So these, when all the rest from me is wrung, 785|And I have all felt the world forget, 785|May all be lost, or, if they be but brought 785|That which was fallen behind, the things which were; 785|And some, in truth, who never felt the pain 785|Of things created, but, amid the length 785|And in the first, enjoyment of the praise, 785|Have lived in joyous rapture and in tears. 785|If I have played at books because I could, 785|Like other souls, live happily, I know, 785|And know, in spite of all I yet have done, 785|That, to a better self I have been formed, 785|By the same hand, and by those other arms, 785|And by my own soul, when 'tis over and past 785|To all my books, in which to God God's poor 785|And blessed death I shall be raised again; 785|So mighty a delight must now endure, 785|When, like my kinsman with the living dog, 785|My soul and body, stand amazed amazed, 785|When, as to him who gives, I give myself 785|Unto his teaching. For he, who, with the breath 785|Of inspiration, or, to be inspired 785|For inspiration, me, in his behalf 785|Feeds on the strength of knowledge, hath pronounced 785|The savor, which, in all his ways, he shows 785|A strong impress upon the senses, all, 785|As if he needs were blessed to be himself, 785|And, from the first, his work. 785|Thus, then, 785|I, worthy of praise and praise, am well content 785|To die, that live for ever in a life 785|Climbing the higher. But of nobler mould 785|Than this, to-day, of better days, these walls 785|Are not of noble measure; for these eyes 785|The inwardly beholding, and would see 785|The eternal glory of that wondrous mass 785|Which from the Infinite Nature hath outrun 785|My other senses, and I yet look back 785|Who, from the very seat of wisdom, am, 785|Even to the point of her own ultimate, 785|Even to her own eternal, and the crown 785|And highest, of the things seen there; and so 785|In heaven's great light there I shall stand alone, 785|And with my hands a kindly clasping hers. 785|Aye, though thou art as gods, with all my blood 785|Upon my head thy loving service deals; 785|For never yet did the wise gods perceive 785|That mine and thy fair body burn with fire; 785|And ever through thy fair and flickering body, 785|Like a red star, their glimmering pathway lay, 785|Nor aught of ======================================== SAMPLE 479 ======================================== out in the light, 34665|Away out of sight, 34665|The little ones go by 34665|With laugh and song, 34665|Away to the quiet 34665|With laughter and song. 34665|The little ones hear him 34665|And look at him, 34665|Open their eyes, 34665|And see him pass by. 34665|Wisdom, learning to laugh, 34665|Come over the earth 34665|Away from the mirth. 34665|Over the plain, 34665|Trampled over with black, 34665|Bowed by the rain, 34665|The little ones drown. 34665|The little ones hear him: 34665|"Oh, ho!" they say, 34665|"It's the mill-dam of course the road 34665|Here up the hill." 34665|Away back and forgotten, 34665|The little ones go. 34665|Away back and forgotten, 34665|The little ones say: 34665|_Woe for the mill-dam of late 34665|And ruin the mill!_ 34665|Away behind the curving rails, the mules go by, 34665|And up the mountain spur the last white flash is nigh, 34665|And down the valley pave the road that's only country lane; 34665|And I shall miss the laughing eyes of boys beside the fence, 34665|And I shall see the laughing eyes of boys between the fence. 34665|The good gray mules that dot the moor, 34665|They can't be horses' nests from year to year, 34665|Themselves with spurs and harness in the rear, 34665|A thousand sturdy mules must bear. 34665|Nail on a back-sow, bone on brier, 34665|One for herself and for the mare, 34665|One for myself and for the horse, 34665|And one for me, and that dear mare. 34665|The wind may blaw the bitter cairn, 34665|The bitter breath of bitter death consume 34665|The loving flowers of the lips they loved, 34665|Yet may they flourish fresh and fair, 34665|And be with me upon the earth as I have come to die, 34665|And be with me, and be with me on the hills away. 34665|The last sunbeam 34665|Will shine again 34665|On hill and hedge, 34665|And where we stood 34665|The gate latch clangs 34665|With many a fall 34665|Through the gray slush 34665|And the last shower. 34665|Will be past time, 34665|When winds are up, 34665|And the rain booms out 34665|In gusts of the north; 34665|When in the west 34665|The sunset waits 34665|For day to break 34665|In frosty dews, 34665|And the last, dim-folks 34665|Will gather the corn. 34665|The fireman's dog will burn 34665|In village inns, 34665|When he awakens 34665|And leaps into the street; 34665|Will climb the belfry stair 34665|And steal the firelight, 34665|And catch the sparks 34665|As a bird flies over the moon. 34665|I have no fear, no fear, 34665|No grief or any woe, 34665|Since the days of April, 34665|And the holy-day 34665|Of the June of May, 34665|Saint Praxed's Church before the Parting 34665|Why art thou silent, O my love? 34665|When, long ago, the cornfields loved 34665|And the green elm-trees loved the light, 34665|And the tired bee came circling rosier 34665|Through the clover-scented gloam at night; 34665|When, after heat and darkness, came 34665|The dropping of the water-sprack, 34665|And the mule's trill that reached my soul 34665|Was a chant of old camp-meeting huss; 34665|When with haggard face and trembling hands, 34665|I sought the sunburnt face of earth 34665|That never had been stone hearts ======================================== SAMPLE 480 ======================================== and the whole world's hope. 24869|The Maithil lady,(1013) when she saw her lord 24869|“Go forth, her husband’s dwelling seek, 24869|And bring the mourner home his bride, 24869|And leave this palace to the wind.” 24869|Thus to the Maithil lady sued 24869|For kindly love, and kindly cheer. 24869|Then to the lovely maid they went 24869|To water for the royal’s sake, 24869|Dame Lakshmaṇ with her husband there 24869|Met near and joined in friendly pledge. 24869|Thus entertained, anew they stayed 24869|And paid the princely pair alive, 24869|Still more than wonted pleasures gave 24869|His wife within his house withdrew, 24869|And o’er his newly-won bride she sped 24869|To bright Astántati’s grove that showed. 24869|To all her widowed dames he cried, 24869|“I go with thee, return no more.” 24869|Then to the palace he was sent 24869|A son to bear and Sítá’s lord. 24869|The twice-born prince, his aged wife 24869|Summoned the lady to his life. 24869|The queen, while yet her eyelids closed, 24869|Looked up, in rapture, on the crowd; 24869|She saw the tears, her hope restored, 24869|The gentle dames she loved to wed, 24869|And o’er her head a chaplet twined, 24869|And to the car the women twined. 24869|To her with humble words addressed 24869|They spoke in accents sweet and kind: 24869|“The lords who live in blissful ease 24869|Will seek the good I long to please.” 24869|Thus spoke the dame to Sítá’s heir: 24869|She pressed the foot of her dear spouse, 24869|And in her hand a branch they bare 24869|That bore the blossom of the hair. 24869|Soon as the ground beneath them grew, 24869|The lady to the king drew near, 24869|And in due search her way she took, 24869|And by her side the shoes she took. 24869|“Now for this hand,” the princes cried, 24869|“The foot of Ráma’s gift I plied; 24869|And to this hand my hand consign 24869|As token of thy love and trust.” 24869|They heard her words, their hope distressed, 24869|And to the car the chieftains pressed. 24869|Canto LXXIV. Sítá’s Speech. 24869|On the hill’s side of Pampá’s wooded side 24869|Were those who stood and gazed and cried: 24869|“Why comes the charmed Lord of Light 24869|With a dark cloud in heralding? 24869|Where are the chiefs, in pride and might? 24869|What sun hath risen to scorch their sight?” 24869|These followed in their wild career 24869|Márícha, best of warriors, who 24869|Gave store of gold and gems and gear, 24869|And all that mighty host to view. 24869|On to the king the princes hied, 24869|And to the monarch gave them cried: 24869|“I saw, I ween, the giants’ pride 24869|In his great onset fall and ride, 24869|And, brave as heroes, I was led 24869|Triumphant to the southern land. 24869|Fierce as the fire his foemen sped, 24869|And hurled from every side the dead, 24869|Thus with their swords with courage true 24869|Rode Sítá through the fields of blue. 24869|Canto LXXV. The Return. 24869|He raised his reverent hands and said 24869|“These shafts to Ráma’s name who led 24869|These chieftains of the host, pursue, 24869|And, Sítá having gained their wish, 24869|Will follow with the king my cote.� ======================================== SAMPLE 481 ======================================== |The wind and the snow; 39236|All the world in the dark have a cause to weep, 39236|Oh, my brave gallant, 39236|All the world in the bright blue sky; 39236|The little blue hills of Maryland; and the River G---, 39236|White cliffs of white snow for a sign! 39236|White ones of the hills, 39236|White ones of the clouds! 39236|Oh, they are a fairy sea, on which the wild wind will sing 39236|To and fro, a bright-hearted little band of love and hope, 39236|Coming out of the woods, oh, so white and so white,-- 39236|But I think that I see them now! 39236|Wildly along the road, 39236|Fleet as the fennel air, 39236|Winter goes by all the folks that git good on the air. 39236|The golden sun flows out of the west 39236|And tinkles on the snow; 39236|The wind and the snow flock up and down in the hollows brown, 39236|And it's O for a fairy sea 39236|Of gold and silver and pearl, 39236|Of gold and silver and gold! 39236|And O for the fairy sea 39236|Of gold and purple and pearl! 39236|When I was a boy, that day 39236|I dreamed of the gardens and fields and trees, 39236|And time in my mind that I could not pass 39236|The summer away 39236|And the garden away. 39236|The shadows return to where 39236|We stood before the glass 39236|And memories return to the wall 39236|And the apple-trees and the ships at sea. 39236|But life is a golden sun 39236|Where nothing can stay; 39236|There is nothing that ever can reach its place 39236|But memories only half thro' the days of the past. 39236|There I sat with an old grand-goose 39236|Floating down the windy street, 39236|(Moons forever and none can freeze), 39236|A tall old man, an angel fleet. 39236|I knew a bird lived close at hand -- 39236|(A fairy flag is half worn out) 39236|And all the folk that come from land 39236|Shall crowd to hear my funny code. 39236|I've never seen a boy go by 39236|So joyous in his childish sport, 39236|His smiling face and flowing hair -- 39236|I know a girl that ought to be -- 39236|It isn't fair! 39236|But if I knew a boy that's wrong, 39236|I'd make a pretty song of it, 39236|And trinkets out of doors to see 39236|That baby band. 39236|A man of life, and all of it, 39236|Is just a boy to get up soon; 39236|And then another chap would catch 39236|His breath and say: 39236|"We'll keep the crowd till every day!" 39236|But I said as if my heart and soul were a joke -- 39236|The whole concern was a joke of mine 39236|To myself, to myself, from what there was in it; 39236|So now that runs the minor stuff, 39236|What had I done? 39236|How much the whole concern was mine? 39236|My friends, how many had we weighed! 39236|But as I thought and weighed the score, 39236|No one would ask: 39236|And the one, a man of sense and pelf, 39236|Who was deaf to me so much the other was myself. 39236|There comes a time when all the songs begin, 39236|And that is always greatest when there's least; 39236|And all the singing stops, and all the cheers begin, 39236|And everything goes galloping begin; 39236|It's coming on at last, 39236|The boys begin. 39236|The sky is like a pair of rings; 39236|I dance across the level mead 39236|With dainty spirits from the countryside, 39236|And some with speckled sheep 39236|Are going to the fold 39236|To see if Solomik is out, and leap 39236|Into the sea. The little ======================================== SAMPLE 482 ======================================== , to a people of the country; it is, in the eyes of 2199|the son of Peleus, who is bringing the gifts in his house, 2199|and is bringing them in front of the people's battle-field, 2199|where many heroes have yielded their lives and fallen. The 2199|warlike Myrmidons are assembled below him, but the king is in 2199|command, and he is to bring in the ransom. The son of Peleus 2199|hath chosen the ransom, according to the old chieftain's promise, 2199|but not to him would he give it back to the other princes who 2199|dwell in Aulis city. 2199|"So it is, in this hour," cried Ajax, "that if the son of 2199|Peleus drave from Aulon into battle with the Trojans, he 2199|shall return to the ships and the noble Myrmidons in full sail 2199|of his own after he left the field, while the people who are 2199|left in the field are still left in the bag. So should this 2199|even for him, the son of Atreus, in the hope that he may 2199|recompense with the ransom." 2199|On this Menelaus of the loud voice answered, "My Menelaus, 2199|you have spoken ill, for you have lied to the good pleasure of 2199|such a heart. The gods, privily, are kind to bid you 2199|give passage and avoid impending fate. No other mortal shall 2199|tempt with his life's joy, and he will return to his own 2199|country, in this time of the sun; but we would give a suppliant 2199|portion to each man of them to eat and drink." 2199|Thus did they converse; then rose up Menelaus in full sail, 2199|and as when drifting upon some great sea-beach into broad 2199|islands has fallen, or when the misty mountain-tops have 2199|appeared beyond valleys, when the sea has covered all the 2199|land, then the waves tumble headlong down and melt into 2199|the mighty deep; even so did the son of Peleus sit up and 2199|sat down and ponder. Meanwhile the spirits of the Danaans 2199|came up, the Danaans in mind, and Ajax by heart, the son of 2199|Mercury, called Telemachus in his mind. "My friend," said 2199|he, "you are brave, not one of you, while others may do so. 2199|We are going back and away from the ships; I will take the 2199|ships back to Troy; we will then leave the ships and hold out 2199|of the water to the people, and the men that are flying away on 2199|counsel, if so we shall keep back the river." 2199|On this Telemachus touched his father's heart with his father's 2199|tears; he took the goodly veil from his brow and laid it 2199|where the lotus blossoms, and drew back the folds of the 2199|armour which the Dawn had given him for his bed, and when 2199|Achilles had given his hand to Hector, a dark cloud of his 2199|heart fell and he awoke as he beheld the shadow of Promachus 2199|spear thrust over the smooth plain, and cried aloud in the 2199|deep night: 2199|"Thou wretched one! why have the Achaeans been driven from 2199|their ships, and brought back again their anger? Dost thou not 2199|know how sorely they are on the hard for of thee, O son of 2199|Atreus? It was not they who wrought these plagues myself, but 2199|the gods brought grief to the Trojans. For thou wast not even 2199|when we Achaeans came in thy goodly-greaved ship, with Priam 2199|taken, as thou art now with him ere he could endise himself." 2199|Thus he spoke; the white-armoured Dawn gave comfort to his 2199|soul, for in his great grief that son of Saturn had told her 2199|sails and toiled the whole night through, for the purpose of 2199|strong war was now being on the wing to be devoured by the 2199| ======================================== SAMPLE 483 ======================================== and 10602|To yong, that I may lyke on her. 10602|Aye, thus to her is my request, 10602|Since thou art in thy wantonnesse 10602|The proprete of a mannes wit. 10602|But, O my deare, I would not looke 10602|On thee, who wast most worthy borowe, 10602|Ne ever faine to lyke a wote 10602|To any man, but all most inke 10602|And to my soule with all respect, 10602|And wouldst affreate with largesse 10602|Of that thou hast of me bereft. 10602|If to all wommen ye suffred, 10602|It were unworthy such a meed; 10602|And therof darke unto the game, 10602|For it were little winning 10602|That ye should faile for lacke of yours. 10602|Thus now to endlesse endlesse 10602|I charge you in my mynde 10602|In loves cause and for the laste 10602|To speke of me no lenger laste 10602|With this, that ye be fetterne faste, 10602|As I suppose, it is most fit 10602|That ye be fetterne to your wit. 10602|Thus I conclude.--Lo, what you have! 10602|The reste hath ordeyned you to live 10602|And gladly, that ye were agayne 10602|Of time, it is no lesinge ofte. 10602|To whom gladnesse, in this worlde-one, 10602|As I have eek bade you, be your strife, 10602|And let no mannes ragge of his age, 10602|Your vertue thus to gret desese. 10602|For certes, I am loth of age 10602|That it be sooth, that it be loth 10602|Only to putten up with strife 10602|Both old and young, as it is fit. 10602|Esche� BILL, I bid you mete it oute, 10602|For I have founde a way thereto, 10602|And my precept hath now t'inspire 10602|Of all your my preceptree. 10602|And in this worlde, if it be so, 10602|That to your hertis humblesse be 10602|A good reversion and good speed, 10602|Let it outsped be with speed. 10602|And eke to boot, if ye have no rest, 10602|For that ye be in compainie, 10602|The hoose of Troilus, that I knowe well, 10602|The conquerours of the world for lore 10602|Of al the worlde and the worldes store. 10602|So hath he been aloft y-bounde, 10602|That I may finde him ever agrounde 10602|The beste of the discrecioun 10602|That may by signe of his storie be; 10602|And, as the sunne bright beamed breake, 10602|So is he in his deede to see, 10602|And may for the bestes goven take 10602|That is the beste; for he meane right. 10602|And as a man that list him t'luder make, 10602|Up-rending his his eyen bright 10602|In signe of wyves, and signes lawes heed, 10602|He may not wryte his eyen nay, 10602|But he may see how he may think, 10602|How that his eyen, so lowe and neat, 10602|So fresh he may lye downe and dyen. 10602|And next him-ward with somthing long 10602|This worthy sot, with-in a song 10602|Of merry knyghtes, and webby bryghtes, 10602|And of the best y-spoken traybytes, 10602|To geten him in fare and weryver, 10602|For which he may no lenger halle, 10602|But to wryte him alther-wise. 10602|And thanne he trusteth noght softe, 10602|For ther is no-thing tane ======================================== SAMPLE 484 ======================================== . In _Lebanus_ the name is given, _Aretus_, _Euphus_. 22382|----_in vita diu splendet, omnibus ipsa est._ 22382|exclamat. 22382|cui tibi datur, cum maneat multa tanta finis 22382|----_quicquid impune, cum pro facta est avulsibus auctorem_ 22382|CATULL. _invenes nec verba quoqueant dedit et amorem_ 22382|DEVONIS (trans. 884.) 22382|Set all the pillars with the painted bricks, 22382|And join the bells with brazen vows; 22382|Let but the sacred threshold of a shrine 22382|Remain, untouched by men or gods; 22382|Nor let it e'er be said, 'Thou need'st not ask 22382|A gift for virtue: here thou must be free-- 22382|The Temple shall receive thy traveller. 22382|And all thy vows discharged, that thou may'st live 22382|To love, and peace, and sweet repose enjoy." 22382|The statue of great Zeus is not in vain 22382|To build the Dardan race, whose tongue and pen 22382|Need never sink into oblivion's lap." 22382|beautiful. 22382|_ambitioned by_ Nausicaa, in her first form, and assumed by 22382|supposed to the statue of Can Grande della Nevers, carried 22382|"O maid! of such supreme esteem 22382|The gods themselves are not ashamed to deem 22382|Their servant guiltless, and their servant base, 22382|Who knows his shame, and knows himself a god." 22382|philosopher. 22382|"And all the gods who on Olympus dwell, 22382|Not free, but seated in the clouds of air, 22382|Or in the wide ether of the sun, 22382|Or in the bright ether of the moon, 22382|Not with thy hands can move these clouds of Thine." 22382|"O mighty one! as thou wert mighty once, 22382|Thus breathing out thy power, when Zeus the strong, 22382|Achilles, on a rocky summit bore, 22382|On me assailing, with resistless will, 22382|To the wide sea; but, since this hour is fraught 22382|With dread, that day, thy strength and majesty 22382|Have worn away; but when the Fates, by night 22382|Driven to the Argos, in a funeral train, 22382|Driven thee away, thou wert devisant there, 22382|And in thy madness on the earth wast drowned." 22382|"O Goddess! who hath rescued me from Hades, 22382|And made me quit the land of men, and send 22382|Some of thy race, of life, to be the guard 22382|Of old Anchises, son of AEolus! 22382|But I fly never, from my home and kin, 22382|To the great land where I shall never be!" 22382|"And dost thou speak? does it not fright thee?-- 22382|The gods have not yet sent me to the shades, 22382|Nor will the air sustain me so, lest thou 22382|Shouldst drive me forth to meet the fated war. 22382|The gods have sent me to a world of woe, 22382|Unnumbered woes; but thy great task is done. 22382|And shall I never see thee?--Yield I to none." 22382|"No, Teucrians, no; the gods have care to guide 22382|The fates, and will direct the dark and sad. 22382|O'er all the world let Nile its torrents pour 22382|Unvexed; the thirsty rivers drink his fountains, 22382|And every year the human race will bring 22382|Back to their ancient bounds the deathless gods." 22382|His prayer he ceased, and feigning pain forsook 22382|His wrinkled visage, as his speech he said. 22382|But while he mused, the fates with silence ruled 22382|Neranian Achaia, and her speech at length 22382|To Dardanus spake thus: "Hearken all ye gods 22382|Who rule ======================================== SAMPLE 485 ======================================== . 1211|_Pindar_, a fiddler. 1211|"_Themselven_," a groan, as if in pain. 1211|_Prelude_, the sound of a lute or flute, as well as the sound of a 1211|_Prelude, the music of the evening, the murmur of the summer, 1211|_Preludes (in chorus) 1211|I am the messenger of night; 1211|And, Lord! if Thou wilt deign to be kind, 1211|I'll be Thy messenger, Lord of the wind. 1211|In garments spun of lustre red, 1211|Lord God of lovers, look to me! 1211|Thou art my Guard, Thou wilt be mine, 1211|Thy presence is my liberty. 1211|Thou takest my life and my freedom, 1211|And I give to thee my whole soul's iota. 1211|My whole soul's iota, 1211|My spirit's iota, 1211|By the balm of thy love I live, 1211|For thee my heart's iota, 1211|And the balm is poured forth to thee, 1211|For thee my heart's iota, 1211|And my soul's iota, 1211|Oh make my heart thy mantle gay, 1211|For me my heart thy mantle gray! 1211|My soul's iota, 1211|Her auburn hair is shining bright, 1211|Her auburn hair is shining bright, 1211|And auburn bells are ringing loud, 1211|On New Year's Day, in honour of the New Year's Day. 1211|I love thee, Lord, full well I know, 1211|For I love thee, Lord, full well I know, 1211|I love thee, Lord, full well I know, 1211|I love thee, Lord, full well I know, 1211|I love thee, Lord, full well I know; 1211|And, Lord! if thou wilt give me now 1211|Thy love, and then my love I vow; 1211|And I will love thee for thy sake, 1211|And I will love thee, Lord, full well I know! 1211|_Lady._ God take my heart for my heavy laden, 1211|For I love thee, Lord, full well I know 1211|I love thee, Lord, full well I know. 1211|Ah, would my heart could, like a wounded fere, 1211|Out of my bosom for thy use break in, 1211|My love for thee, my love for me make appear, 1211|And my speech and my silence, Lord, make plain. 1211|_Lady._ Be thou my love, and I my service render, 1211|And I will love thee all the more, 1211|Because I love thee, Lord, full well I know, 1211|I love thee, Lord, full well I know. 1211|Come hither, my Lady, and be filled with fear 1211|That in thy heart no love I bear, 1211|Yet I would fear, yet could I but love thee 1211|As I love thee, Lord, full well I know. 1211|_Lady._ I love thee, Lord, full well I know, 1211|I love thee, Lord, full well I know. 1211|_Maj. Andre._ What say? 1211|Sir, I am mad to kill you thus. 1211|'Twas I who drove her out, I hate her no-- 1211|That cruel love did not take place. 1211|Her heart is firm as steel--'twas I did stand; 1211|I stood, I stood, as one defiled. 1211|With a heart like stone, with a eye like lead, 1211|And a heart like stone, with a heart like lead. 1211|_Maj. Andre._ I say 'tis true, 1211|And with my lady's heart I do. 1211|I have contrived a trap for her and me-- 1211|There is no catch for cunning sly. 1211|In my mad heart I find no place for love ======================================== SAMPLE 486 ======================================== in the dark the sun's hot rays 9279|To where the rose-flush on the hill 9279|Reflects the early violet. 9279|He saw men there in battle slain, 9279|Men who their ancient love forbore-- 9279|Men who their ancient love forbore. 9279|What were their deeds of blood and tears? 9279|What of the hearts that once were blest? 9279|What of the hands that in their creeds 9279|Stifled a nation's pride and pride 9279|With slavery's murderous sacrament? 9279|And what of hands that mocked a God 9279|In sight of Liberty and Law 9279|That slavery's charter might redeem, 9279|And bind the earth to man as well? 9279|The flag men fell that served their God 9279|Again shall rise and nobly rise; 9279|The oaths men swore the oaths of trod 9279|Make tyranny thy bosom-mould. 9279|For this men spurned the Northern lust; 9279|Their ruined altars mocked and pled 9279|Their God could see no more than this. 9279|Men of the North, the star-spanned land, 9279|May not such shame be on you still; 9279|Nor traitors you, nor landsmen, though 9279|Your land be free, may not your own. 9279|Men who by thought and deed and word, 9279|By thought and deed, by will and zeal, 9279|May not be free. 9279|Men whom the world may not perceive, 9279|But freedom's land, 9279|The star-spanned land that shall henceforth 9279|Be free. 9279|Men who are freemen unto God, 9279|And freedom's bird to shrieking men 9279|To tear 9279|Out of their heaven of freedom's boughs-- 9279|May they be free! 9279|Free as a spirit unto God, 9279|Freeman unto the spirit's eyes, 9279|Be free. 9279|Men who have lived and died for freedom, 9279|May they be free! 9279|No slave of any land shall daunt 'em. 9279|No fetters set 9279|On martyrs' brow, or fools' free hands, 9279|Shall rend and rend and bite at it. 9279|Men of the North, the star-spanned clangour 9279|Of life along the skies of time 9279|And strife, and battle's grim old shackle-- 9279|May they be free! 9279|Men whom the North has set beyond sea 9279|And mountain air and wave and foam, 9279|May they be free! 9279|Ye who a freedom to o'erboast, 9279|The world's one pulse, the world's one home, 9279|Within whose breast, 9279|Resting your weary ones, forget 9279|That still there wakes some one poor slave 9279|Whom brothers twelve could not transcend 9279|Who came to serve, yet dared not love; 9279|Whom kindred of the young world's race 9279|Met to be free, and knew not whence 9279|To seek release. 9279|Men of the North, may be, may be, 9279|May be, may be, the lure of earth-- 9279|Fixt to deliver souls from hell 9279|That curse mankind--a dream and doom, 9279|To watch the sky and feel the breath 9279|Gather and blow against the dark-- 9279|Will ye not bring us surely this 9279|If still we walk the earth with him? 9279|The young man, meek as any lad 9279|Who with a soul to right 9279|And straightest, loves the best of all, 9279|And loves the sweetest kind. 9279|Oh, if ye have, ye well may be, 9279|And happy there as ye, 9279|If ye would gather flowers for me 9279|And gather the blue heavens full of thee! 9279|The young man, meek as any lad 9279|Who with a soul to right 9279|And straightest, loves the best of all, 9279|And loves the sweetest kind. 9279|And they, who for a little while ======================================== SAMPLE 487 ======================================== through our own,-- 33193|And, though a thousand angels mock us, we shall own, 33193|With the calm lustre of that heaven, the calm benign! 33193|We too, when folded in deep shadows, lie, 33193|And, in the twilight, round us, crowd the silent sky, 33193|With our own kindred spirits dreaming, and our hearts, 33193|With the calm angel-voice of Peace through the world's bars. 33193|The clouds may dwindle; not a breath of wind 33193|Can stir the forest trees 33193|To lift their leafy branches; but the mind 33193|Is soaring in the breeze 33193|To sun-lit chambers of the ether kind; 33193|And there, the dreamer's heavenward-wandering thoughts 33193|Dream that about her pillow of sweet flowers he flings. 33193|And yet, with all the life of man 33193|Is all too sad a dream 33193|For mortal eye to follow; and the clod 33193|Is full of good and fair, 33193|And all its green hopes stirring, as its bloom and bloom 33193|Are only dull, and all that stirs the gloom 33193|Seems but a dismal place 33193|For the clear sunshine of the evening sky,-- 33193|For, round that mountain's base, 33193|Of all that world is least, 33193|There is a city 'mid the everlasting hills; 33193|And o'er it slumbering calm 33193|Floats the strange dream-breathing air 33193|That haunts the dwelling of the far-off year; 33193|Or, where the wood-bird's song 33193|Flowers the sweet opening flower, 33193|An infant sees his eyes grow bright; 33193|At length the man has found another world, and hears 33193|From far-off lands, beneath 33193|That deep and holy dream, 33193|The glorious call of prayer, 33193|That makes earth's pulses blossom into song, 33193|And streams to smiles invite 33193|The winged spirit of the immortal soul; 33193|And, over this, 33193|Where is the land that waits us in that place 33193|We love? We wander free, 33193|Where every land and ocean, sigh to be 33193|Their only play-mates, and we look from far 33193|On the white sails of a mermaid sun 33193|Towards which the spirit glides 33193|Upon the world. The world--it seems to me 33193|Too great for me, too much, 33193|To seek at last for one of its fair climes; 33193|Yet it is not my brothers--nor my brothers' graves; 33193|But my own land of song 33193|And smiles, and is to me 33193|The happy dwelling of an exiled human eye. 33193|All these sweet friends whose smiles 33193|Are death itself, and make the spirit sad 33193|Who bends above a feeble world as sad 33193|As some fair planet in a summer sky; 33193|And the wide world--all these, 33193|That are as aching in my heart, and sad 33193|To think that I can know the woes I feel, 33193|And long to sing, as they to truth reveal 33193|The grief that makes the world our griefs its dwelling, 33193|And the world happy for him who, after all, 33193|Holds us, by happy consecration, 33193|What may be his own portion and our share. 33193|In the long calm of peace, 33193|And a good-bye to worlds of pleasure, 33193|We shall see love and peace, 33193|And joy and joy and life's blest leisure; 33193|And the song of our birds 33193|And the old song of our harvesome lays, 33193|And the welcome of our flowers, 33193|Which, with passion, were for our delight; 33193|For these shall the welcome self-same song prolong, 33193|The same, as he hoped us long, 33193|And all else of their sweetest treasure, 33193|And every heart, and every pleasure. 33193|Thus soothed and lived our lamp of peace, 33193|But the light that once did ======================================== SAMPLE 488 ======================================== away--but no, 24644|O sweet, sweet, delicious night! 24644|When the star-loved night is o'er, 24644|The morn shall reign no more. 24644|The maids of old shall ring, 24644|When nought is left but love's sad string, 24644|The maids of old shall mingle so, 24644|Ere time shall make it prove 24644|The maids of old shall call 24644|The maids of old shall call 24644|The maids of old shall call-- 24644|The maids of old shall call-- 24644|The maids of old shall call-- 24644|The maids of old shall call-- 24644|The maids of old shall call 24644|And mingle the mirthful throng, 24644|So softly is the nightsong sung, 24644|That none shall ever know 24644|Of time, nor ever go 24644|The maids of old shall call 24644|The maids of old shall call 24644|The maids of old shall call 24644|The maids of old shall call! 24644|O night unto the living God, 24644|And O, the happy time of day! 24644|When the swift sun, as he rides abroad, 24644|Moves over the hoary sea, 24644|His cloud-girt pathway the young winds have trod, 24644|And at his feet the pale wild knell 24644|Falls, rustling, through the twilight dell, 24644|And to the earth in tender dew 24644|The gentle airs of heaven shall swell, 24644|And on the glimmering lake of blue 24644|The sun shall sink with his golden beams, 24644|And the shadows pale and deep 24644|Cower o'er the waters of the deep, 24644|And the veil of the clouds that flee 24644|O'er the glimmering lake of blue, 24644|Till over the edge of the mountain streams 24644|A tiny cloud shall sail, 24644|And there the last refulgent sun shall shine, 24644|In their last solemn gleams. 24644|The merry sun in a blue sky glows, 24644|The sky is blue, and the wild-birds loose their notes, 24644|And on the stream like the gondola flows 24644|A sound of joy, and the deep mountain rocks 24644|Lock in their path the waters of their eyes. 24644|So, when the moon, o'er the blue ocean sprung, 24644|With her long beams and her sweet-scented beams, 24644|Alone she wanders the dark woods among, 24644|And all is silent without the moon's bright beams, 24644|And the quiet stars twinkle like silvery bells, 24644|And the air, in a clear, harmonious swells 24644|Like the soul of music under melodies 24644|Of their aerial choir, 24644|Or a bird is broken in the silent night, 24644|Till the elm-tree roof, a dream of azure light, 24644|Over the forest's sleep, 24644|Is steeped in a blissful swoon; 24644|The merry moon in the blue sky 24644|Is keeping her stilly reign. 24644|The clouds are gone--the moon's bright eye 24644|Is watching the dancing waves. 24644|But the night is queen of the azure deep, 24644|And the dark water-lily leaves 24644|Shake down their shadows on the shore. 24644|Now the last gleam of tepid waves 24644|Of night-starluent dew 24644|Is faintly thrown on the dim air; 24644|Like the shell of the stirring wave 24644|The dark clouds fly in a shroud; 24644|And their foam whitens the moon's light, 24644|And their wings drift over the ocean of night. 24644|Now the wind lulls, 24644|The clouds sweep past, 24644|And the moon lends her mellow light 24644|To the gray her crescent of midnight. 24644|The pale moon 24644|Sinks down, 24644|Deep into the waves again 24644|Like a lover true, 24644|Whom the heavy waves 24 ======================================== SAMPLE 489 ======================================== |And I will go to my old place 1322|To be the greatest of you all, 1322|In spite of all a man's despair 1322|I will put upon me, and be 1322|My little self; and in the event 1322|I am, after long years, a child. 1322|And now that I have done this thing 1322|I must and will keep. 1322|I have been long and weary, 1322|And the long hours, oh, so long! 1322|I wish that I could tell you 1322|The things I wished to know; 1322|I would tell you everything, and you-- 1322|You and your sisters all. 1322|You say that you, too, would not care, 1322|Your sisters would be strangers to me. 1322|To think of them would not be yours 1322|Were it not for your good company, 1322|And for your noble comrade there 1322|To stand along your father's knee 1322|With a strong arm stretched forth to see. 1322|No, brother, you would not care, 1322|For father and for me: 1322|I have been toiling many a day 1322|For happiness on earth, and now 1322|I cannot even look away 1322|When I am grown the very same; 1322|As I was long before 1322|I have been half what I am now. 1322|O, God, I thank Thee 1322|That all the rest have done 1322|Is done, 1322|As all the rest have done. 1322|And when at last my body lies asleep again, 1322|I think I shall not wake for long; 1322|I would say nothing, but to feel the dark 1322|Again, again; 1322|And all the stars that look down on the earth and grow gray 1322|Will be the same as I once was, though you and they 1322|Are nothing now, 1322|And this night the ghost of me lies in my bed 1322|From the far distant day to the farther sky 1322|Singing to-day. 1322|To-night, the winds blow, 1322|Wafting our dreams away. 1322|A star shines out the way, 1322|A fairy spirit wanders and wends in the night. 1322|Oh what a lot of lovers 1322|To live and die for you now 1322|With love-light and with sorrow, 1322|And love-light and with sorrow! 1322|But love's bright fire will burn, 1322|And what are we to do 1322|With Love's light and with sorrow! 1322|As you are to live, my brother, 1322|You must keep from fear of sorrow, 1322|Or soon you must die for ever 1322|With grief in your heart; 1322|And so you shall ever sleep. 1322|And so, when I hear my sister, 1322|My tears shall keep you sleeping, 1322|And, oh, when I see your sister, 1322|I shall think, with tears, of weeping. 1322|And my brother I shall greet you 1322|Because I know not how, 1322|For, all our days out, we two sleeping together 1322|Till the hours of sleep are done. 1322|When I see you again in your sleeping-place, 1322|The clouds suddenly fall, and all the sky 1322|Is filled with clouds and colours; and I lie 1322|Lulled by the heavy rain, and hear the sound 1322|Of winds upon the meadow; and once more 1322|I hear the sounds of water, and once more 1322|I feel your kisses on my lips, and pour 1322|The old dreams back again from the old pain. 1322|O, were you there to hear the whispering wind, 1322|The wind that soothes to rest; 1322|Or were you there to hear the falling rain 1322|And we are very free! 1322|Then were you mine, so weak to forward keep, 1322|So strong to forward bear, 1322|That we might live to take again one kiss 1322|Upon your lips of air! 1322|O, were you mine, then were you mine to be 1322 ======================================== SAMPLE 490 ======================================== , 38275|"Farewell! my friend, the Gods that live, 38275|With hearts like mine, in the calm night, 38275|The stars that shine, in the dark, with light." 38275|He bade us build the Temple, and then build it fitting for 38275|The bridal car with which he rode; 38275|We have but a little porch 38275|From the end where'er they bide-- 38275|We can almost say good-night 38275|To the bridal cortege who left 38275|The sun on his golden throne, 38275|The bridal cortege who left 38275|The sunlight on that day. 38275|The very stars look on and say, 38275|They wear a wreath of pure white flowers 38275|And the snow be ever here 38275|That the Lord himself, in bower and plume, 38275|Will leave his throne, and send it down to Him-- 38275|The God of Heaven, who died for us to come. 38275|So, then I will praise Thee, Lord, 38275|For that Thou hast given me, 38275|Thou God of all my heart-blood, Lord, 38275|And of my soul, for evermore, 38275|My soul's faith ever new; 38275|Thou God of all my life, and of Thy grace, 38275|The eternal life that once was mine; 38275|Thou, like myself, my soul's delight, 38275|And my life's life is ever new; 38275|The joy and sorrow still, the cross and loss 38275|With which the Saviour bides to reign, 38275|The glory of the world, the cross, the cross 38275|For ever and for evermore; 38275|And here and there, my heart and God, 38275|For all and each of us there be 38275|A great and universal law 38275|That rules all living things. 38275|And here and there, where none can see or hear, 38275|I hear God's throne of wondrous power; 38275|I, only I, could I, could I appear 38275|The Lord in the new heavens all of a day! 38275|For what is here but the new light to shine 38275|And lift its radiance to the vast, 38275|That rolls and sweeps and sweeps with never a sound, 38275|In all the infinite universe round? 38275|This, this is the truth, to _you_ or me, 38275|But to the Lord, to _all_ it will be given. 38275|And I should say, that God alone can dwell, 38275|And wait for Him at all times to go 38275|For the full time for all to whom 38275|The great and little world of men 38275|Is crowded and out upon the Earth, 38275|Like a delirious devil, until 38275|He will come down to set the mill, 38275|And break the wheel of it. 38275|And thus, full long in that great hour, 38275|I sit and muse upon the day 38275|When God was made of all things bright-- 38275|The time for which I lay away 38275|My soul and life, the sun and shower. 38275|And thus, full long of that great hour, 38275|And listening to the angel song, 38275|I look into the mighty power 38275|Of Love and light, that freely fell 38275|From heaven on earth, the while 'twas well; 38275|And I have seen them,--happy souls, 38275|Forlorn, all glad and happy years, 38275|For that glad life had given them souls 38275|Who had most faith in God and tears. 38275|Then, as a man, who wakes and gazes 38275|From a watch-tower on the wing, 38275|Turns his weary eye, to gaze once more 38275|Into God's glory and His Chamber, 38275|Back into his holy halls; 38275|And he leads through the door, and looks, 38275|And sees a lowly bower upon the field, 38275|A low bower and a dale in Claren, 38275|And over all the hill-tops, with a glimpse 38275|Of sky on the ======================================== SAMPLE 491 ======================================== . 22421|_Beads_, baskets. 22421|_Brent_, bright leaf. 22421|_Brent_, bright water. 22421|_Busk_, to dress. 22421|_Buskit_, embroidered cloth. 22421|_Clap_, a blow. 22421|_Crool_, a small comb. 22421|_Crowdy_, a large basket. 22421|_Crowdy_, a large basket. 22421|_Crowdit_, _concerned_, proud, proud. 22421|_Crowdit, crowing_, crowing, crowing. 22421|_Crowlin', crool_, to crowing, to crowing. 22421|_Cock_, a small basket. 22421|_Chitterin'_, chirping, boasting, boasting. 22421|_Chitterin'_, chirping, boasting, boasting. 22421|_Clood_, to rust, to rust, to rust. 22421|_Cower_, shelter, safe. 22421|_Coupled_, curling. 22421|_Chuckies_, linnets, pretty youngsters. 22421|_Chuckies_, linnets, linnets. 22421|_Chuff, to chaff, to chaff, crack, to chaff, to chaff, to chaff, 22421|_Quiet_, quiet, quiet, pleasant. 22421|_Quit, quit_, quenched, and cease to squirks, to caw, to chaff. 22421|_Quit, quit_, quenched, dried. 22421|_Quirt_, to scratch, to scratch, to scald. 22421|_Quirt, to spirt_, to scald, to molest. 22421|_Quint_, a handful or large sum in the bag, a small bag full of 22421|_Quitter_, or _quintillas_, small bag full of hay. 22421|_Quint-stone_, stone, a grain of barley, oats or corn. 22421|_Quint-stone_, stone. 22421|_Quint-stone_, a tool or flint, a limber. 22421|_Quit, quit_, to take the stone. 22421|_Quirt_, to rattle, to totter. 22421|_Quint-stone_, stone. 22421|_Quint-stone_, a rope or flint, a flint or lum. 22421|_Quirtit_, to fret, to scold. 22421|_Quiet_, to pelt, to vex. 22421|_Quiver_, to fret, to vex. 22421|With a motion quickly and a will 22421|_Quiver_, to murmur, "Quiver still"; 22421|_Quiver-like_, like a child, when a child at play. 22421|_Quiver-like_, like a child, when a child, when a child. 22421|_Quiver-like_, like cow-boys when the light is mild. 22421|_Quiver-like_, like cow-boys when the wind blows. 22421|_Quiver-like_, like cow-boys when the wind blows. 22421|_Quiver-like_, like cow-boys when the wind blows. 22421|_Quiver-like_, like cow-boys when the wind blows. 22421|_Quiver-like_, like cow-boys when the weather flies. 22421|_Quiver-like_, like cow-boys when the sun flies. 22421|_Quiver-like_, like cow-boys when the tide goes. 22421|_Quiver-like_, like cow-boys when the wind blows. 22421|_Quiver-like_, like cow-boys when the tide goes. 22421|_Quiver-like_, like cow-boys when the tide goes. 22421|_Quiver-like_, like cow-boys when the wind blows. 22421|_Quiver-like_, like cow-boys when the tide goes. 22421|_Quiver-like_, like cow-boys when the tide goes. 22421|_Quiver_, quiver-like. 22421| ======================================== SAMPLE 492 ======================================== , the king, through whom our hearts have been 2334|So very generous and true and great, 2334|That he should hold them midst a host of men. 2334|_Singing:_ importunate, they went away; 2334|Their little daughter came from the king's court 2334|And carried her to her father's old abode; 2334|And when she came back her father and her mother heard 2334|The story of their journey over the seas, 2334|The children caught her in the cabin where she lay, 2334|And tied her to a thongsome cage for a cage of gold 2334|With a gold bait twisted into an iron cage 2334|Where a gold bait twisted twisted into a gyves. 2334|They tied her to a thongowing-tree that seemed half fast-- 2334|A high, high, brave, and strong-belted knight, 2334|With a gold thong at her wrist, and a word to her lips 2334|Of the queen's name, and the pride of the proud, proud queen's, 2334|With a bird's-nest that made her hair a wonderful sheen. 2334|They tied her to a thongowing-tree--her mother's name was Ruth. 2334|She bowed her head and kissed her mouth, saying, "You must come home, 2334|You must come home to your own land," she said. 2334|But she laughed and said, "No, no, you must never come back; 2334|You must come back to your own land." 2334|Then a wave of her old hand wrenched the child from her bosom, 2334|And a wave of her hand wrenched the child from her bosom. 2334|"Oh, father, father, tell me where, 2334|With a ring in your hand," she said; 2334|"Can you guess it is there I heard?" 2334|Then a wave of her hand wrenched the child from her bosom, 2334|And a wave of her hand wrenched the child from her bosom. 2334|She kissed his lips that had grown into hers; 2334|She cried, "You must come, my child, 2334|To a cave by the sea, when the mast is broken, 2334|And the child's-nest is left behind." 2334|Then a wave of her hand wrenched the child from her bosom, 2334|And a wave of her hand wrenched the child from her bosom. 2334|"Where are you, father? Has my wife murdered such a creature?" 2334|She cried, "By the faith of my heart, I shall die for her father." 2334|So she came to a cave, and she cried, "You must come, 2334|And I fear you are lost, I shall die for my love." 2334|Then a wave of her hand wrenched the child from her bosom, 2334|And then--she kissed him, the child from his girdle. 2334|Then a wave of her hand wrenched the child from her bosom, 2334|And--"Father, Father, I fear you are lost for my love." 2334|She looked, and lo, a terrible swordfish she saw: 2334|There were three dolphins on board that set in the ship, 2334|And they splashed betwixt them, the one so red, red, and green; 2334|And the other hiding five fathoms around his eyes. 2334|And they splashed betwixt them and all the fathoms and all the 2334|That the corpus of these huge creatures was filled with awe and 2334|For this was the reason why all this wondered above. 2334|In the forest that grows by the side of the forest, the two bears 2334|were seen, 2334|Through midnight wroughts, 2334|Running rivers and sleeping rivers and sleeping tarns. 2334|In their white robes so fine were the stars of the firmament, 2334|That they seemed to the questioning eyes of the tiger-paw. 2334|And the men of the forest, and the women of the forest, 2334|Were the watchers sailing, sailing, sailing for them. 2334|They took the form of a warrior, a dark-shouldered man, 2334|Who sat on a horse, leaning o'er a lance, 2334|With the l ======================================== SAMPLE 493 ======================================== |The little children, who, like me, 39796|Would make me wish my eyes were there, 39796|Not to go to them that I could share 39796|The dreary house-encumbered street. 39796|For, oh! these boys, so strong and young, 39796|Scarce once, and ten, I loved you so, 39796|They were as bright, as if my tongue 39796|Were yours, my friend, as when we go! 39796|Ah! there were flowers, too, in the garden; 39796|I could not always see them there; 39796|And, oh! how bitter were my taste 39796|To see them in my memory! 39796|And when I saw their fragrant faces, 39796|And how they shone beneath their eyes, 39796|So cruel were my soul--I knew not 39796|If in them was aught so sweet or so, 39796|Or, for their beauty (says my soul), 39796|I knew I'd choose their beauty so. 39796|As I lay here, musing--all around 39796|The water with its myriad stream-- 39796|How can I reach the grasses without bound 39796|And the soft grass, and feel its cool and pink of gleam? 39796|O! how my heart ran then! how fondly I looked up! 39796|It was so warm--it gave me such a bosh and such a cup. 39796|Now comes the smell of a new-mown hay, now comes the shawl, 39796|The barley's brown as fresh as the breezes blow 39796|Among the swaying, leaf-shoaked mowers, I lie down and dream. 39796|And all about me the wild-flowers spring, 39796|I listen, and dream, and start, I know not why, 39796|While thick upon the bank the crowfoot and the chipmunk cry. 39796|Alas for the green, green sedge that has waved i' the sunshine, 39796|And the gray hawk, the white, gray-winged, white-footed darlings, 39796|And the white, white, round-winged Dryad beside the school bell 39796|Clambered outside, and heard it, and died away to hurry! 39796|In the forest of my soul was an impulse divine, 39796|To run and run and run with it, and make it shine 39796|With the fire of youth in the pulses of my blood and brain! 39796|All the wild rose-buds were shed and burned, and burned, and 39796|The white-throat sang, and flutched and quivered in the wind. 39796|All the bluebird balanced his feathers in a song, 39796|And the meadowbird held his frolic high and bold career. 39796|Then out came all the bluebird bu-peck and blackbird, 39796|And down came all the robins that sang and overflowed; 39796|And some in sleepy cadence, and some in sleepy cadence, 39796|And some in sleepy cadence, and some in a dream, 39796|Came flying in to listen to the fairy music, 39796|And some in sleepy cadence and died away to seem. 39796|Then out came all the bluebird bu-peck and blackbird, 39796|And down came all the robins that sang and woke with sound; 39796|And all the little boys and girls that went to pluck the daisies 39796|Stood up and stared at them with their rosy wiles, 39796|And every little singing fairy comely and pleasant 39796|Came up to watch for and to listen to the fairy feats. 39796|The great bluebird balanced his pinions and swayed and 39796|arted away over the green and shook his gold, 39796|And fluttered away to listen to the fairy tale, 39796|Till a golden trendle trampled the thick leaves with snow. 39796|And down came the antlered, white-breasted, merry little 39796|Little singing fairy-kindled in a frore spring wind, 39796|But, oh! the little hearts in the dark green leaves you had! 39796|So, down through the dark green leaves with the blithe new buds, 39796|Treading on all the blossoms and spreading the down, ======================================== SAMPLE 494 ======================================== s to the moon that round it rolls, 37155|Or sweeps the stars in air that shiver, 37155|And the moon it is the Dawn of Souls, 37155|A moment, and they waken early. 37155|'Tis the first time a word I mind, 37155|The first time a word in my life. 37155|My mind was shaken with vague unrest, 37155|For I was shaken with fear and trouble, 37155|I knew I had spoken this wise: 37155|"I will go and see the old man, 37155|After the wisdom of the horses," 37155|And all is well, for I have not yet begun. 37155|I have heard the old man speak again, 37155|"It is no new thing for one hour." 37155|I have heard him say: "It is for me"-- 37155|And again I have said it now: 37155|"It is the old man's part, it is"; 37155|And again I will be as old then. 37155|I have felt a strength that has outgrown 37155|All things I fear and all I hate, 37155|And this shall be the old man down. 37155|O, the old house was made of trees, 37155|Composed of brick and stone, 37155|And the gable roof was laid alway 37155|On one side the tall green stone: 37155|And we were come to the old home, 37155|With the mouldering house at night, 37155|And the old man, as I suppose, 37155|Waiting for me in the gloom. 37155|But now there's another door, 37155|With its narrow face of stone, 37155|And I am come by a little to-day, 37155|And I know that my heart is gone: 37155|I will be sorry for old love, 37155|That I have kept these eyes forlorn, 37155|And will not speak to my son. 37155|So, on the threshold of my door 37155|There's a goodly boy to look at, 37155|And the boy to see at the end of the stairs, 37155|And the good nurse to bring her, 37155|And the child to see at the end of the stairs, 37155|And the boy, he is lying still. 37155|And he has little to spend, 37155|But the old man was bad enough, 37155|And he'll never need it again. 37155|And the boy, he was bad enough, 37155|And it's nothing to him but dirt, 37155|And it's dirt to him and his son, 37155|And they can't be left behind him. 37155|And he sits down on a bush, 37155|And he knows he will never do worse, 37155|And what will happen next, does. 37155|He knows he will never do worse, 37155|And he's neither good nor ill; 37155|And he's neither sick nor melancholy. 37155|And he's neither will to walk nor straddle; 37155|And he's neither gone to sleep, nor waking, 37155|Nor what the future can afford. 37155|And he's always giving for a penny, 37155|And he's always giving for a curse; 37155|And he's always giving for a curse. 37155|For a fellow that has nothing in himself, 37155|And a fellow that has nothing in himself, 37155|And a fellow that has nothing in himself, 37155|And a fellow that has nothing in himself, 37155|And a fellow that has nothing in himself, 37155|And a fellow that has nothing in himself, 37155|And a fellow that has nothing in himself, 37155|And a fellow that has nothing in himself, 37155|I'm thinking you're not better than the dog, 37155|And you're just like a dog, I tell you, dog, 37155|And your dog's the dog that has none in himself, 37155|And his soul is pure as the purest sky 37155|And he's a dog without a soul in himself. 37155|Now this is what I told you once, dog, 37155|Last night on the wide, empty, empty allow- 37155|If I had a rope around about my neck, 37155|And I ======================================== SAMPLE 495 ======================================== of our love were given us, 8672|And, heaven forgets us! 8672|Tho' far away, 8672|An hour may stay: 8672|Saw we once more 8672|Our long love's truth-- 8672|Dissolve, and part 8672|Like flames afresh in the eternal fire, 8672|That death shall close us in eternal fire. 8672|Awake, my soul! thy winter day is o'er, 8672|Thy spring hath lost its wonted tenderness: 8672|The very sun, whom yesternight did shine 8672|Through the cold lattice of his morning tent, 8672|Clings round thy neck his last departing gleam, 8672|And folds thee in his icy mantle warm. 8672|Still restless as the last receding light, 8672|And with the last fond trace of nature gone, 8672|Thy heart bounds to the fairy form of night, 8672|To the green pastures of Elysian lawn. 8672|How often have I traced 8672|In some green dell 8672|The shadows of the rock, 8672|Whose brow, amid the summer shower, 8672|Reflects the summer setting hour, 8672|When, with a voice that sings of love, 8672|The lovely streamlets cease to rove, 8672|And every wave, that, lone and warm, 8672|Reflect the light they leave behind, 8672|In the green lustre of the spring, 8672|And in the golden glow, that breaks 8672|On the still bosom of the lake, 8672|On the warm bosom of the hills, 8672|Where the glad shepherd drives his flocks, 8672|Whilst to the earth, with outstretched arm, 8672|The lovely streamlet fades and swells. 8672|It is an isle of endless summer woods, 8672|Haunting the sunny clime; 8672|Where, on the sunny tide, 8672|Murmurs and murmurs, like the wind 8672|Or golden summer shower, 8672|The leafy islands of the main. 8672|The purple mavis loves the rippled rill, 8672|Where the light wavelets toss 8672|Through glassy meads, that dimly glow 8672|In many a wind-worn rock; 8672|And where the sunny isle of Greece, 8672|Where, by the mingled light of sun and shade, 8672|The floating cloudlets sleep and never wake; 8672|And when the breath of summer makes 8672|Each flower a summer dream, 8672|The skylark's children, in their glee, 8672|Come floating down the glistening stream. 8672|And, when our summer days are bright, 8672|Nor sun nor flowers awaken there, 8672|There, all the sunny day, 8672|We'll wander hand in hand, 8672|And sing as ne'er was sown the autumn grain. 8672|Then, in the happy days of yore, 8672|When this young land once blest 8672|Shall yield its meadow stores of flowers evermore, 8672|And give sweet fruits to spring; 8672|Now the wild vine has spread its verdant boughs, 8672|And, clustering round the brow of Heaven's blue dome, 8672|The lark's familiar carol still proclaims 8672|The river, with a sweet, triumphant hymn, 8672|Like the full-stringed rill within the forest dim 8672|As they came singing down the glimmering shore, 8672|Or murmuring, with the happy breeze that draws 8672|The scent of Eden from the dewy boughs. 8672|Come, with your darkling veil, and plume 8672|Your darkling hair; 8672|And make as long a chain 8672|As the still waters of the Styx with you! 8672|Come o'er the world's steep ways, and fill 8672|My heart with love, while all around 8672|The stars smile o'er the Christian world, and rest 8672|And joy in the mild arms of Heaven's deep breast. 8672|Come on! come on! come o'er the world 8672|Some wondrous secret that ======================================== SAMPLE 496 ======================================== |I have a daughter fair, the fairest of women. 25953|Be she not fair whom thou wouldst not envy, 25953|For her eyes are sparkling with thy silver, 25953|And her golden golden hair, the braid from thy servants' hands, 25953|But thou might'st wed thy servant in time for thy trouble. 25953|"If this be the wish to give, the way to be happy, 25953|I shall wed thee and live--the only woman in whom 25953|Thou shouldst have a gift of wit, though thy face be not lovely. 25953|Thou art lovely, thou art full of beauty, 25953|Not a shining dart, but a golden arrow; 25953|Thou canst move as swiftly as a swift-footed courser, 25953|But thy face is not above the surface, nor I know where thou are, 25953|And thy heart is not beneath the surface. 25953|"And the excellent bow, with the shafts of silver, 25953|Which I used with sport to shoot at random, 25953|Is so soft, so strong, so soft, and so beautiful, 25953|In the softest soil may be the finest silver." 25953|Thereupon answered the aged Väinämöinen: 25953|"I will never, never, never, never, never, 25953|Never let the youths in their beauty perish, 25953|Let the women die in the path of heroes; 25953|All is useless, all is useless and useless. 25953|Oh do thou accept, O famous heroes, 25953|From thy hands the bow that never shall fail us, 25953|Whose was the beginning? whose the beginning? 25953|Thou wilt find no answer in waiting, in all things thou shalt find, 25953|Then to Väinämöinen again departed: 25953|There was once a maiden, among the maidens, 25953|There was once a virgin, who came to our house, 25953|When the women of the household failed to find it. 25953|Then there was the fair one pursuing our wish, 25953|The maidens were the dwelling of one another, 25953|There was once a maiden, and she was charmingly lovely. 25953|There was once a virgin, and she was charmingly charming. 25953|There was once a maiden, not a braver woman, 25953|When in all their lives they wore a garment-waiter; 25953|And there was the fair one who knew the secret, 25953|Who had sought the forest for her, not the woodlands of any. 25953|Weep not for the maidens who roam in sorrow, 25953|For in olden times with wolf tears were mingled, 25953|And a youth who came from the land of strangers, 25953|Who was not among the maiden's people; 25953|Sear out the maiden's life with his mother's milk-white hands, 25953|With her cheeks so rich was he withered together, 25953|And he died as one lost in the solitary forest." 25953|Thereupon the fair and the lovely maiden 25953|Sang a song of six-and seven years, 25953|Sang a skilful work of its author, 25953|And the skilful versicles he scattered 25953|In the course of four-and five-and six years, 25953|Sang the fish-king's eggs on the waters, 25953|All the fish that came from the sea; 25953|And he sang them into his karzen, 25953|Out upon the lake at a furious parting, 25953|Sang it as he sang the fishes; 25953|On the water he sang the pike-tail, 25953|And he sang the pike-tail in the river. 25953|Sat among the guests at his banquet, 25953|On a lake reclining, 25953|On a shaggy-wig the maiden 25953|Wandered, restless, weary, 25953|Many days she sought a bath-room, 25953|And at length upon the shore-sand 25953|She came to the open water, 25953|Where she washed the linen garments 25953|In her terrified moaning, 25953|And she stood before the stranger, 25953|Stood beside the dying ember, 25953|And the boat she thus ======================================== SAMPLE 497 ======================================== when I heard you laugh, I could have laughed to see you! 27870|I've been a stranger to your foolish heart and will not give you 27870|beauty! 27870|But you said, "Don't think I want you to give me a new taste for 27870|The day dawn'd first, just for a moment before twilight.-- 27870|O you couldn't laugh, because you had seen a thing to do it! 27870|And the sorrow left me because I had been sitting near the tree. 27870|But the night came--when I could not speak, I saw a curtain 27870|That held out the stars from their cloaks and ribbons and 27870|And a cry went round me from the stars down to the sea. 27870|I was kneeling by the tree and heard a cry behind me, 27870|Not of the earth, but of the stars.-- 27870|A cry of passion, a cry from the soul's eclipse, 27870|A cry of all earth's love and lust and wrong and all desire. 27870|And the stars bow'd one by one 27870|And I heard a sound of sobbing music within the sky. 27870|It was all God's love and oh, it was much that I could die! 27870|And the earth fell, with a prayer of love and joy upon its breast. 27870|The starry lights of the earth went out along the sea; 27870|The night fell, and it hid the stars in the sky, 27870|With its lips crescented with a star. 27870|And my hand fell on a golden flower like a pen of ink. 27870|And I rose and went in the night together with my lover, 27870|And my hand closed in on the sweet fragrance of the rain. 27870|And I found my hand at last and the star went out of the skies. 27870|And I buried myself in my heart, and it was night again. 27870|And I found the star I had no more, but I was left alone 27870|in Sheil. 27870|Grimly it glided across the field of stars; 27870|High in the west fell on its fitful fire, 27870|And the moon, dimming the vast of this fair world, 27870|Grew pale in a still star-gleam from the zenith sapph; 27870|At times I started my pace with waving grass. 27870|Now all at once the stars shone out and many a moon 27870|Made grey in a vague sea of windless air. 27870|Then on a lawny night I fell again 27870|And heard the great white moon rise up in the zenith sapph; 27870|And again I heard it whisper... and again I heard it 27870|Dipping in sleep through the dew-cold glimmerings-- 27870|Weird indeed I did not greatly care. 27870|I went to sleep with a heart that loves, 27870|I thought I walked by a sea of sound 27870|That far out upon the sands I found 27870|With a soul for my delight. 27870|I said to the moon, "We would walk together 27870|A little way over the bright blue water 27870|Until we came to the lovely place 27870|Where the moon and the stars are, in white unrest; 27870|And I said, "We will walk together through night 27870|To the wonderful land of Rest." 27870|They went to sleep with their song and dance, 27870|They went to sleep with their dance of white, 27870|With their sighs, their lilt, their lilt and trance 27870|That I could not quite appease. 27870|They went to sleep with their dream and sleep; 27870|And I said, "You must kill, if you must!" 27870|But they made me weep, and they made me weep, 27870|And they saw me creep to the great red hill 27870|To watch them sleeping still. 27870|They stretched white hands over me, and they kissed me, 27870|They laughed and went to sleep; 27870|But they brought me to my bed with the dream in their eyes. 27870|I was still, for they were not asleep. 27870|But I heard the sound of their hurrying feet, 27870|The secret desire of my heart's deep pain, 27870|And the rush of ======================================== SAMPLE 498 ======================================== by the sun's last rays, 27333|My soul is rapt in sweet surprise, 27333|And I would not be shy of those things 27333|That follow me with lingering wings. 27333|My dream of rest, my quiet thought, 27333|My peace within these twenty-one; 27333|My heart is filled, but there is nought 27333|Save ecstasy and bitter pain. 27333|My peace is very profound. 27333|But, sweet, there is something above all, 27333|And Hope is pure as the angel fell; 27333|And so I rest my soul to sleep, 27333|And I am very tired and cold. 27333|Ah, God! I know that I shall die, 27333|But nevermore at rest for Death; 27333|I feel my heart's perpetual pain 27333|Tiring my heart upon the brain. 27333|Ah, God! to find how dark the night 27333|For ever, and for me to know 27333|That I must die and not go out 27333|To meet with God at any gate 27333|And find it shut for me in fate. 27333|Lord, when I am thine above all prayers, 27333|And thy great love hath led me astray, 27333|What thoughts in my soul art thou than this! 27333|I know how sweet thou dost recline 27333|Upon a hill's side, as if all meres 27333|Were in my soul, and I but thine 27333|Just following thy great steps through the grass. 27333|Where should I go? But here I miss 27333|Whose steps are nearest. Thou my guide 27333|Only, and only, as I stray, 27333|Not knowing me, but now and aye 27333|Before my footstool comes the day. 27333|My footstool, too, a little thistledown, 27333|Is all thine own! 27333|Beneath thy leaves I love to lean and hear 27333|The singing bird that in the bough 27333|So lovingly has sought the nest; my friend, 27333|Thy gentle talk hath led thee to the end 27333|Whereby all paths were rotted and made dim. 27333|Ah, friend of mine, how early hath the rain 27333|Clutched at thy roots so tender, and in vain 27333|Had thorns and thorns grown over, and again 27333|Thine own fair flower put forth a friendly leaf 27333|To greet this blossom, blown and put forth girth, 27333|Without one leaf indeed!--Thy glory comes 27333|With such a still, sweet grace of lordly earth. 27333|When I was young and you were lassies all 27333|Born of the same sweet womanhood to fall 27333|Within our father's halls, and where the breeze 27333|Blowed through the flowers and lightened from the trees; 27333|We would not deem it long that we should dwell 27333|Where your white brow unshadowed still hath lain, 27333|Nor any sound of winds that we might hear 27333|Could make our childhood sweeter than the strain 27333|Of any song that all our childhood knew; 27333|But even to-night when you and I had wings 27333|And I, not less, were borne upon the wind, 27333|Where even then we used our books to read 27333|In the old hall beside the hawthorn-hedge; 27333|Where even then our Father seemed to smile, 27333|And kiss his children, standing at the gate; 27333|Oft, as he spoke, we, when our hearts would break, 27333|Somewhat would say of that sweet solitude 27333|And delicate fellowship, which is the charm 27333|Of this world's morning-colours. When we meet 27333|There is that rare sweet womanhood again, 27333|Of that subdued and tender womanhood 27333|And soul within the life that in the past 27333|I held so long--O child! they understand. 27333|Oh, my beloved, I remember once 27333|The clear, pure sky, the sunshine, and the light, 27333|The bird that flew his wing to us; the sea, 27333|The dawn that kissed our feet at eventide; 27 ======================================== SAMPLE 499 ======================================== with one glance; 1365|The people of the region, on the surface of all lakes, 1365|Mingling to the earth with water, in a circle move together, 1365|Laying their immortals with the waters of all streams. 1365|And you, young men of the new-built generation, you of the better 1365|Urania, the king of whom I spoke, in this fair palace of 1365|Urania, and the one I loved in my beloved country, 1365|In my dear native country, are in turn for thee. 1365|Far farther we shall be divided from you other people. 1365|Therefore, my beloved, let us leave this place of repose, 1365|Where our true hearts shall dwell, O King, together at last. 1365|That all our fathers' fathers' sons may see thee, 1365|That many generations of thy people, 1365|And many generations of thy people, 1365|May say thy praise. 1365|The nations of the place, of all the kings that are, 1365|Are created in three suns. Therefore be among them 1365|A witness, O God, between us twain to-day 1365|That they may see us not, to-morrow it may be, 1365|To-morrow we shall see thee and be strong. 1365|Shatter all rivers with thine hand! 1365|Let me look upon the broad earth and enjoy myself. 1365|When the mighty thunder roars, let my heart cry, Be strong. 1365|Let me look upon the Great and all its legions, 1365|Let me look upon the wide earth and build up houses. 1365|Let me look on stately cities and the goodly earth. 1365|Let me look on many villages and busy cities, 1365|On the plains, all cities and the busy tongues. 1365|Let me look on streams, and princes that are mighty, 1365|And cities with their cities and their temples, 1365|And all the countless armies that are princes, 1365|And the nations that contain the globe, 1365|To me make answer, O great God, above you. 1365|I will look down upon the wide earth and conquer cities, 1365|And answer to those kingdoms in the future. 1365|Then let me look from thence into the great abysses, 1365|To the realms that are to the sons of men, 1365|And to myself, and to the world beneath me, 1365|Let me look down upon the wide earth and conquer cities. 1365|I will look down upon this peace, 1365|The peace that is my own, 1365|I will see my people in their rosy beauty 1365|And the proud heads of their line. 1365|I will not look upon my people, 1365|Nor the armies that are bred in the world, 1365|Nor the great men of the town. 1365|Let me look back upon the wide earth and conquer cities, 1365|These are the signs of the children of my people, 1365|Of men and women of the street-wall. 1365|I will walk through the world invisible, 1365|And a glance I will take upon my people, 1365|That I may be assured of good and evil, 1365|Alike the master and the servant of my people, 1365|And that I have made the whole world meet for mankind. 1365|I will look down upon the whole world with a glance of rejoicing, 1365|And I will see my people in their garments wholly burned. 1365|I will see my little people dwelling in the heaven, 1365|All their blue pennants floating on the waves, 1365|All their coloured banners borne on the wind. 1365|I will gaze upon my people silently, 1365|And I will answer, O great God, in your face. 1365|I will look once again and tell my people, 1365|And I will answer, O great God, at your door. 1365|I will think of you among my people, 1365|And I will think of you amid my people, 1365|And I will tell my people in their faces. 1365|How they live in their hearts! and how, in their spirits, 1365|In their souls! And I will think of you among them. 1365|O Lord mine Duke of Heaven ======================================== SAMPLE 500 ======================================== ] unknown; but with other poets in the earlier years, a 2378|favor in the poet's mind, not a purer in his imagination, is 2378|impressively most beautiful. 2378|"I am the most exquisite Bogland, the most unperfectly created, the 2378|the most undefilent monster of the universe, the most 2378|unsteady, the most insufferable monster of creation, who, though 2378|He lived unowned and unknown, and everywhere, 2378|And everywhere he died, and everywhere 2378|He died to me;" 2378|And this description is highly pleasing; but, as it is quite 2378|rare, its truth is simply an impossible fiction, for the truth 2378|especially in the other Dreams of the poets. And so perfectly 2378|As the Goatherd would go seeking, 2378|And nowhere found, he went, 2378|And brought to me a kindly thought, 2378|And I rejoiced, because, 2378|Because he had of his ownaunch, 2378|And of his ugly visage, 2378|He had the grace of his good will. 2378|But it was hard for me to go, 2378|For the Goatherds he had brought, 2378|Who carried me in their war-horse, 2378|Were the best of all the lot. 2378|But I was back in the old days, 2378|And the road was rough, 2378|And they brought me back my mother's 2378|Burschimag of the North and the South, 2378|And our little town of Var. 2378|But it was very rude to ride. 2378|A bridle-man and a staff to hold. 2378|And the hill-wind of God's love 2378|Made the horses and the kine to stand 2378|At the wane of their wild life. 2378|But I was up, and I was driven, 2378|And the spur of the horse was heard, 2378|For by the light of Heaven's love 2378|I was led to a strange deed 2378|That I could not find, nor read, 2378|But the story of that deed, 2378|And the fate of a living man. 2378|"O it was my little son, 2378|And he was little one, 2378|So I gave him all the corn, 2378|And bare me to the sun, 2378|And I bade the world good-by, 2378|But he grew older to my kiss, 2378|And I learned to check God's kiss, 2378|And he went on His way. 2378|"I have not got an old story 2378|That can well understand, 2378|But I shall not climb with him 2378|To where the hills are tall, 2378|And I'll tell you about the hills 2378|That hang over Bethlehem town, 2378|And the little inns of Christ, 2378|And the pasture-rails of the blessed hills, 2378|And the great sun rolling up all round, 2378|And the cattle not yet dead, 2378|And the good red light of the sun lit up 2378|The stable-doors in the old man's shed, 2378|And the stable-sheds and the stable-sheds, 2378|And the stable-sheds and the stable-sheds, 2378|And the holy light of the sun lit up 2378|The stable-sheds in the old man's shed. 2378|There I'll ride the cattle home again 2378|Under the rustling clover-boughs, 2378|And in the dew I'll melt the leaves, 2378|For the Lord that gardeth now is good, 2378|And I'll ride to the hills with the cattle home, 2378|And we will ride to the hills with the cattle home. 2378|"Johnny, Polly, my Polly, O go! 2378|Live and laugh at the neighbors and you! 2378|All the money that money can buy 2378|I won't give, though I give it, my dear!" 2378|"Now, Polly, my Polly, I beg you do! 2378|Get me a horse and drive him to feed!" 2378|"Now, Polly, I'm ======================================== SAMPLE 501 ======================================== . 38529|"But here, alas! we never come. We come 38529|To stay the evening of our life: 38529|For each of us will home return, 38529|And give us many a silken urn 38529|To deck some evening of sweet mirth. 38529|And thus we live, in spite of cares 38529|And fears of life, and find at last 38529|The portals of our home of nares, 38529|And our sweet home, which now behold 38529|An ivied isle, once whispered o'er 38529|In ancient Memphis' long-forgotten lore. 38529|And lo! these flowers the ivies gave, 38529|These rue-embroidered roses gay, 38529|These glorious wreaths, this golden braid 38529|Of lilies, and these lilies lay 38529|Their welcomes to each other here, 38529|While we, alone of all the band, 38529|Unmoved, unbreathing, watch the wave, 38529|Or, by some strange, unwonted grace, 38529|Unmindful of our daily race. 38529|Here we will come and here we will 38529|Be one to fill each morning's heart 38529|With thoughts of love and beauty's ray, 38529|And, all the day, return to die. 38529|And I will come and here I will 38529|Play over this, my Phaetonian way, 38529|Here in the country of the land. 38529|And there in Persia's distant land. 38529|And here in Greece will I abide, 38529|In love's imperial palace-niches glowed, 38529|While all my boyhood's passions died 38529|As I with youth and pleasure plied 38529|The path, the flower of all the land, 38529|The sea's blue boundary, the eagle's flight, 38529|The cypress-prons my palace-night, 38529|Then wander far for other skies. 38529|And thou, my Phaetonian boy, 38529|My Phaetonian Phaetonian song recalls, 38529|Thy smile like hers can wake no more the falls 38529|Of passion's piper, or of man's disdain, 38529|From the chaste lips of love and sighs of sighs. 38529|Ah! were the world and its bright sunny days 38529|Lost in the blissful realms of memory, 38529|No joy were mine if my life's shadowy praise 38529|Lent life a beam that would brighten this! 38529|It was a wild and fairy-wood, 38529|Its air was scentless, and its shade 38529|Was like a dream that mingled there, 38529|While all its leafy luxuries made 38529|A music sweeter than our own, 38529|The music of whose every tone, 38529|Like a sweet bird's in music's tone-- 38529|Seemed changed to sweetness from its own. 38529|O wondrous harmony! the sky 38529|Seemed almost thrilling to my sight, 38529|As on its atmosphere it spake, 38529|I saw this thought in pure delight, 38529|That never death but that night 38529|Could have surrounded it with shade. 38529|"O beautiful! there should not be 38529|A shadow sad around thee. 38529|A bower would yield a sweeter bower, 38529|All that is sweet and fragrant, 38529|Than that in which, with spirits young, 38529|My soul would dwell so wild a tongue 38529|That it could learn the feeling 38529|They felt in music's tone divine." 38529|"But who it is that owns thy power," 38529|I asked, "when young and happy days 38529|Are few? I have no answer now; 38529|And why should I not do thee praise, 38529|For, after all my grief and pain, 38529|I feel no better and in vain." 38529|"There is a land," the answer sighed, 38529|"O'er all this sea of doubts and fears, 38529|In which my soul would rest, and glide, 38529|Like some sad spirit up through tears, 38529|But, after all my grief and pain ======================================== SAMPLE 502 ======================================== , too, we have to welcome in the olden,-- 1287|The glad, bright homestead where our master found us; 1287|Where the old house beckoned us, we loved him fondly, 1287|In childhood, when he fled from us like swallows, 1287|In the good days when he was with us to our father; 1287|Where his true heart kept ever its sweet trust-charming duties; 1287|Where no duty stained his honor, or defiled his name. 1287|The heart of man with conscious worth is swelling, 1287|And the young, quiet life of those who trust in fame. 1287|Our deeds of valor show us but the poring 1287|Of an unworthy and unworthy knight. 1287|We are in tears who prophesy the end 1287|Of all that won your bravery; 1287|We are in pain who, with the calm, clear brow, 1287|Have won your bravery. 1287|My love she has no word of good; 1287|Her heart she has none to withhold: 1287|For me it must be sad to see 1287|My darling thus grown old. 1287|She is not young yet; of the night and the dawn 1287|She is not weary; 1287|Her rest is in the shade of his high bower, 1287|At her side I knelt; 1287|Her heart it is is not mine to know: 1287|The moon-light steeps her cradle, the sun goes low, 1287|And she is restless too. 1287|Her silence is not of the rain, 1287|She is not at ease: 1287|For me it has not been to win 1287|This quiet but my peace. 1287|My love, my love, my love! for you 1287|My heart must overaw: 1287|Ah! you have heard from young hearts true, 1287|That cannot be without you. 1287|You know not of the lonely night, 1287|Nor to the day's despite; 1287|I know not of the golden light, 1287|All dross within you lies. 1287|You are my love's own darling, yet 1287|My love is not my own, 1287|The very dearest, and yet most sweet 1287|To look upon my own. 1287|You know not of the wondrous morn 1287|Upon whose dewy eye 1287|My darling throve unhesitatingly 1287|And hid her beauty by. 1287|I know not of the lilies fair 1287|In gardens filled with birds: 1287|The lily and the rose are there, 1287|No flowers among the words. 1287|In every rose there is a kiss, 1287|But none so fair as this. 1287|Her father, from the cradle, now 1287|He only stoops his knee 1287|Before his own can open but 1287|His left hand claims it me. 1287|One kiss of ours there is, I trow, 1287|It cannot do thee good, 1287|The like, I know, must be the 1287|My lady's favorite food. 1287|And yet, as maidens tell me so, 1287|So deep my passion lies, 1287|That, clasped at last, I go to go 1287|What man is likely wise. 1287|Within her eyes there is a glow, 1287|A blush that's faint and bleared, 1287|Which, though it has not any scar, 1287|'T is not a whit the where. 1287|When, with her lips, I place my hands 1287|Upon her little breast, 1287|I feel, in all things, that my bands 1287|Are clasping close at rest. 1287|I love her like a tender thing, 1287|That always feels my flame, 1287|And when I fold my little wings 1287|My bosom's whiteness came. 1287|And when I seem to lift my hands, 1287|Alas! it must not be, 1287|Because I could not shelter her, 1287|My darling, on that tree. 1287|I know not what her eyes will be, 1287|And what will be her soul, 1287|If some fair star ======================================== SAMPLE 503 ======================================== --But thou shalt not, thou say'st, 20586|See thy friends! the world, the world hath need 20586|Of thy little ones, and their creed, 20586|Where they are, and where they meet; 20586|And their love is full of meat, 20586|(For what shall it more confide?) 20586|From their labour--with their pride 20586|They did daily help to hide 20586|Every one, for want of meat-- 20586|And went preachy-wise with them, and cried. 20586|Then there 's naught to do for bread 20586|Once as now for hunger fed; 20586|I can say 't is not my plan, 20586|But the bread I have when I grow old, 20586|In which to slumber is completest, 20586|And the best and grandest dish 20586|Is but to be filled up with fish, 20586|And the largest book 20586|Is to furnish forth the meal 20586|That the miser will hoard, 20586|Or the king take from hoard. 20586|And we may all happily 20586|Dwelt among the cambric tall. 20586|But my heart is heavy and sad, 20586|For I know not what it is 20586|(And my weary heart is glad) 20586|That a grimmest meal I have, 20586|And a king I have not had 20586|Is to me not like a crocodile. 20586|I can eat, but I can never 20586|Dwelt among the fathomless. 20586|And to make it more, my sweet, 20586|I will make of this my meat, 20586|That the hungry dog may roam 20586|At the ends of the crusty stone, 20586|That the beggar may stumble on, 20586|For 'tis food that makes him mad, 20586|And 'tis food that makes him mad. 20586|I am one of the many names 20586|That men call Fame. 20586|I have seen the joyous hours 20586|When men plucked the flowers; 20586|When the rich and the poor were joined 20586|In a great band. 20586|An empire shall not go 20586|Without the sword. 20586|And the trumpet call 20586|Shall a world-voic race 20586|Shall bow to its place, 20586|And shout again. 20586|But where is the land 20586|The victory or the woe? 20586|And where is the land 20586|Where his people go? 20586|And the trumpet call. 20586|And the thunder call. 20586|And the battle call. 20586|The sea rolls in distress 20586|And hope, and fear, 20586|And the bright stars shine. 20586|Ah! the waves roll in distress, 20586|And the sea tosses around, 20586|And the storms call, 20586|And the sun shines nevermore, 20586|And the sun shines nevermore, 20586|And the stars shine. 20586|But to live that life to live, 20586|There is nothing to hope. 20586|Is there aught within this world 20586|That only pines for men? 20586|Or the road beyond the seas? 20586|Or the road where the rivers flow? 20586|Or for the highlands and the deeps? 20586|Is the pathway good or wise? 20586|Or did the will come back to them? 20586|Or else did the road begin? 20586|Or is it indeed, my sweet? 20586|Ah no! 'tis the highway of God 20586|That leaves not behind the sea, 20586|That leads to the end of things 20586|That are neither here nor there, 20586|Nor a road to the white road's end.-- 20586|Who knows what leads to the end? 20586|Husbands and sons and lovers, 20586|Children and herds and a man, 20586|All we have will follow us, 20586|Follow the trail where none can follow, 20586|Follow the trail that lacks not, 20586|Follow the trail that lacks not, 20586|Follow the way where none can follow, 20586|Through the high ======================================== SAMPLE 504 ======================================== from the stars a little shade: 10671|The moon's pale mirror was a glass, 10671|And a dull mist was wafted o'er 10671|The moonlit edge of yon pale wave: 10671|And like a vapory veil it spread, 10671|The silvery light of the moon to warn, 10671|Half-heeded by a trembling fear, 10671|Like the lost voice of a trembling bird. 10671|A few pale shadows danced before, 10671|And the moon's silver orb went round, 10671|As with an aureole's ghost-like glory, 10671|The moon grew dim where she was found. 10671|The moon's pale light, from the nighty waters, 10671|Spread like a pall, as pale it grew, 10671|In the lone waste of waters lieth, 10671|That will not shed one rose. 10671|The moon's pale light, that glided slow 10671|From the dank frore-fields of the south, 10671|Grew duskier than the moon's shade past, 10671|And the sea trembled with its mouth. 10671|The moon's sad light, that seemed to grow 10671|Out of the gloom of the winter night, 10671|Like the slow thread of some sad spell 10671|That shadows the hill-tops of the height, 10671|Circled with pallor of dew; 10671|Till, out of the silent room, there stole, 10671|Borne on the wings of the winds a perfume, 10671|Which filled each dull and sullen cell, 10671|The chamber of the dead: 10671|So soft a shadow its own spell 10671|Of beauty and of silence here, 10671|The lattice-window in the wall 10671|On the wan lattice open and clear, 10671|And the sleep that never ceased to be 10671|But the sleep which waked and slept with me, 10671|That stretched like a pall, and grew 10671|Silent for ever and for ever: 10671|The wan bright gates of the summer night 10671|Around my shadowy love were thrown, 10671|The sun was quenched in the western sky, 10671|And the moon's pale white pall 10671|Was seen by the glimmering mist alone. 10671|All around me lay a trance, 10671|Of silence and of dreams: 10671|I dreamt a dream; and suddenly 10671|A fair and shining image grew, 10671|And round me stood in a radiant mist 10671|That rose and bloomed in a glowing mist, 10671|And a mist like a golden thread, 10671|And opposite it lay, as I wondered, 10671|Flooding the moonlit sea, 10671|And floating in a silver motion 10671|With sweet unconsciousness and motion, 10671|And floating in a silver motion 10671|Like a breath of airy infancy: 10671|A lovely mist, with a sun-coloured hair, 10671|And a pale dark eye, and the lips, that were 10671|As pale as those they gazed upon, 10671|That glowed in the light of a diamond shrine 10671|And a glory of lily and rose; 10671|And a veil of mist, on an urn of gold, 10671|And down the mystical crystal fell, 10671|And parted its hues with the rose-white veil, 10671|That dimly lingering, and far away, 10671|Stole iridescently, as the lingering flow 10671|And the veil from the hill's low bosom dropt, 10671|And a veil rose up to the glooming cloud, 10671|And a star came forth and a heart went forth 10671|To tell it my dream, and I grew to be 10671|The one who has been with the Fairy Fair 10671|And of air, that is to me alone, 10671|In the world of air--where a fairy stone 10671|That the night is darkling and soft, and the air 10671|Is soft with the whisper of delicate flowers 10671|That lie on the bosom of ocean's deep breast, 10671|And the dreams of a fairy ring over the deep,-- 10671|A Fairy, that wanders in sea-depths, ======================================== SAMPLE 505 ======================================== , and that is to say, this is the most reasonable belief 38566|_Nec Memmi auricenêm bravos honesta medullas?_--Venice, II. 38566|"But there is something touching in the character of our Poet's 38566|appearance in a prose translation which I myself have not 38566|conceived, and as my expression is not to be mistaken." 38566|"_Non crede lepore æthesi coniuge canam vires fida juventi, 38566|Fidaque ferum decus odio res diffecta medullasque viretras_." 38566|The very beautiful and magnificent work, which we have seen was 38566|"Dum ignarae nimium, jam nec Bacchus amicis; 38566|Nempe deum quisque cadet nec dicere posse, 38566|Aut si non credo maledicta mea conchis. 38566|"The effect of all this in stronger verse is to make us admire the 38566|"Ego enim contemnifico tecto sat ere long nostrum, 38566|Aut in quam nimis vulneravit avea cum jacerent." 38566|"Si quisque eosius numerosus 38566|In causam mateinis 38566|Saepe aliquid, deos sedes, dum vix perdidit, 38566|Miscetur, illud erit. 38566|Hunc igitur moriens, hic aureamur, ei res, 38566|Quae propere docebo, magni contemnere, faces. 38566|Fida, quae videant murmura, 38566|Fidaque illud erit, 38566|Olim futura petunt impotensque futura pudorem!" 38566|Tua, siquid non eager, si forte remordet, 38566|Diva mihi quondam intulit unda vena 38566|Petra tuosque novis avibus 38566|Petra comas.-- 38566|It may be that this first Epistle appears in some authorities 38566|appearing originally in the _British_, which I have lately 38566|From _The Mantuan, or the Tyrian, two matters of note: 38566|"_Sic hominum genus, fidelique viam, currens 38566|Sic demum decus, aestifer aequore postquam, 38566|Victoriosam bellum, victoriosam tua 38566|Ossa indomitis, et navis praelia somnia parant._" 38566|Tertius is therefore a great poet. 38566|"Hic tibi quando nesci, vicem ora quieta, 38566|Sic longo silento tempore concreta tumultu, 38566|Temporeque armati glomerare se tectoque 38566|Vivo, vetiloque minuus, sic litetur in undas 38566|Tempore, vetiloque remis. 38566|Tua, nescit, formida, facti, virtus et aequa 38566|Sic in urbem auriculum, gurgite spiritu 38566|Purpureos, insulam vel inviter callida fucos, 38566|Purpureos quercus, securi ducum expendere cantus. 38566|O quanta, vitium nomen compescere dedisti, 38566|Opulentur animum, nebuloque inde locuti, 38566|Et sternari post conflictiore verisili 38566|Nec quidquid inutari, sed inexpugnabilis ipsi. 38566|---- Alii patriis qui domitis, &c. 38566|---- Alberti namque cavis 38566|Miserunt arma ferunt altius; ille explorabat 38566|Vincula solis acerbus, &c. 38566|sustinet, &c. 38566|sive Romani fuili respicite, aurea parvula 38566|Fluctus inersunt, spoliis qui lumine ad ictu, 38566| ======================================== SAMPLE 506 ======================================== ? Ah, if in this life I were not gone; 2620|No, no, not yet. Life was not all one death, 2620|Nor one last shaft from that last fatal bow. 2620|Let us be happy; I am young again; 2620|Life is eternity's perpetual Spring, 2620|And Spring itself returns, and Spring again 2620|Brings back the buds. O tell me, Love, why do not all the flowers 2620|The dew drink thus? O tell me, Love, it is not May or 2620|loveliness 2620|They breathe and answer not. Where is the sense of life? 2620|Or how should my dear life be sweeter, Love, than any 2620|of the flowers? 2620|Or where life breathed such an air as lifts the rose to 2620|the sky? 2620|Or how should I have lived to have loved as none others? 2620|Then, Love, tell me! The rose is full of life and spring, 2620|but not all the streams of spring. 2620|And spring is but a little child, yet is it full of 2620|life and love? 2620|Then, Love, tell me! O, I have lived, I have loved 2620|And lived again from childhood, to be more than I am 2620|to men, 2620|And to hear the sweet voice of the wild birds ring again 2620|above; 2620|And to turn my thoughts from their revelries to thoughts 2620|of heaven. 2620|What is your life? 2620|There are many things enough; many times, we know 2620|From these we may not understand, and so we must watch over 2620|to-morrow. 2620|It is not far from us 2620|To be too full of beauty: 2620|Too much light must linger 2620|For too much darkness kill us, 2620|Too much warmth be given 2620|To linger in these places; 2620|It is too much light that, 2620|Though they do sing and gossip, 2620|The things that kill us soon, 2620|Must also have their sayings; 2620|Too much light must follow 2620|For too much darkness kill us, 2620|Too much warmth be dead men's sleepings. 2620|What is your life? 2620|There is no light, there is no shade, nowhere any 2620|shadow, 2620|No place to watch, no sun, no place to cover, 2620|Save this, and that, and that, under God, 2620|but enter. 2620|Yet there are things in this 2620|That I shall not see again, 2620|I shall not want nor live; 2620|I shall but call myself, 2620|And that will comfort me in grief, 2620|For that shall live my life. 2620|The wind on the mountain 2620|Is blowing and blowing, 2620|Its plaint on the water, 2620|The gulls are descending. 2620|I am not a rover, 2620|Nor long for the fight; 2620|But I am a comrade, 2620|And what will the right? 2620|The grass on the mountain 2620|Is waving and waving, 2620|The billows are gleaming 2620|Beneath the bright air, 2620|But I am a rover, 2620|And what will the right? 2620|This is the hour of the battle that shall be made victorious 2620|For the land that was filled not by rain and sun and air, 2620|And all the mountain is faded and empty, 2620|And far away, and the valley lies dead. 2620|Who shall protect from the sword 2620|When there is no need to defend? 2620|My brave mate knows no more, 2620|For me no need is sore; 2620|She is gone and the war is o'er. 2620|In the dark and the thicket I have found the secret of her 2620|That she wears, with bracelets of golden she strays, 2620|With bracelets of silver and golden she strays, 2620|And white blushes, and dark blushes, and bright blue days; 2620|The wood-doves of ======================================== SAMPLE 507 ======================================== of the spirit, not from thence, 33156|In full proportion. That high sense 33156|In man, the spirit of the God, 33156|Is loosed in every human sense, 33156|And every human heart. New heights 33156|Of man, created from themselves 33156|They rise; those realms, those empires, those 33156|Where, clothed in all the majesty 33156|Of Jehovah, there the undefiled 33156|May sit, and be restored; 33156|Who thus surveys what shall be done 33156|By him, who all surveys; directs 33156|His eyes, directs, directs, and turns 33156|To whate'er yields the whole. 33156|And this, my friend, 33156|Is the most clearly balanced truth; 33156|That, man would strive to stem his fire, 33156|And make a blessing of his God. 33156|To be like him, a tyrant, he 33156|Must be like every noble knight; 33156|A lord, a king; a soldier, a 33156|Illustrious and a wise prefer. 33156|Is not his time to yield his breath; 33156|Nor his prime ardor to decline, 33156|When his whole soul, from danger free, 33156|Is truly glorious. More he knows 33156|Than wisdom tells of infamy; 33156|As well as love; as well as wrath; 33156|His constant flame to him is due; 33156|For ever grateful to the cross; 33156|To him all grace and honours paid, 33156|And grateful in the name of God. 33156|Yet, whatsoe'er he does or says, 33156|He sees no more his single foe; 33156|Alike he levels at a blow; 33156|As strong, as fierce a stroke as he; 33156|And all at once, his fate must know. 33156|With daring and with boldness braced, 33156|She seems to take the stand; 33156|And seems to triumph, on the ground; 33156|But what's that lightning in her face, 33156|That lightning in her eyes? 33156|She's just a mortal, and a man, 33156|And looks not like the man. 33156|What hero, what triumph in her eyes! 33156|What man, that dared attempt at a brave, 33156|But girt by virtue for the cause? 33156|What woman, in a moment's space, 33156|Could call to light a hero's arm, 33156|As on her glorious prize upborne? 33156|And man's deserved the meanest praise? 33156|What foe, though proud she has not felt, 33156|Could ever, in a moment, strike, 33156|What hero, how can she disdain, 33156|To strike a soldier for a knave, 33156|To stoop to nothing but a grave? 33156|Of virtue's not her own reward, 33156|Her triumphs, by the sense abhorred, 33156|She never saw a foe's defence; 33156|But, to strike her, through open doors, 33156|And close their triumphs on the earth, 33156|And call the gods to witness to her, 33156|A hundred thousand in a birth, 33156|A hundred in a senate sent, 33156|A hundred written in a crown, 33156|A hundred in the well-known hour, 33156|And one in Europe, in her power? 33156|At length, I hope, the senate will 33156|Look over half the coming foe. 33156|The senate will begin to quake; 33156|The senate in so short a time, 33156|A hundred thousand will be slain; 33156|And kingdoms from their hinges riven, 33156|And falling hinges shrieked in heaven! 33156|But say you can't expect to see, 33156|'Tis just, the king would have it so; 33156|And if my lord should go with me, 33156|What is it I shall do? 33156|Oh, say you have a king to bind? 33156|If so? Oh, say you have a king? 33156|The fetters that can't save the poor 33156|Are open to the common fate; 33156|The crown can ======================================== SAMPLE 508 ======================================== |So long to live is not so great a thing; 3023|So short the time to live, to death is short. 3023|From every danger past, I know what means 3023|The presence of some friendly, loving friend, 3023|The dear, familiar face, the smile, the gaze, 3023|The light of trust within her tender eyes. 3023|Some silent rooms where every one that's there 3023|Looks out upon me through the lattice high 3023|And smiles to see me in that minute of need. 3023|The eyes that watch her earnestly, the smile, 3023|The hopeful smile that shines amid the gloom, 3023|How sweet the memory of those happy days, 3023|The joys, the sorrows, that we shall not know. 3023|I know a garden: from the wall 3023|The sunflower turns to gold 3023|So pale she lies from viewless hours; 3023|The jasmine's heavy pearls 3023|Steal faster from the snow; 3023|And through the open door I see 3023|The violet in the grass 3023|Her slender beauty still adore; 3023|I know the olden way, 3023|I know she looks divine; 3023|I know she smiles, she loves, she reigns, 3023|I know her by the line; 3023|But there's a magic in her eyes, 3023|That makes me turn and fly 3023|From her to fairy colors, 3023|Like shadows on the sky. 3023|And yet I know a garden; 3023|My thoughts are quiet as the lake 3023|That sleeps, a silver fin, 3023|Above the hillside garden 3023|When the breezes stir and make 3023|Their tips with a faint jerk; 3023|And there my garden is the home 3023|Of the moon and the gauze and the dusk 3023|And the dew and the rose of the air 3023|And the murmur of bees, 3023|And the old heroic graces 3023|And noble loosening hair. 3023|I know a garden; from the bee 3023|The clover makes a melody; 3023|And near me hangs with boulder walls 3023|The purple blossoms of the vale, 3023|The orange flowers and peonies. 3023|I know a garden: from the bee 3023|The blackbirds come in wreathing notes; 3023|But overhead a haze serene 3023|Creeps o'er the fence. 3023|I know a garden: from the bee 3023|The blackbird brings a clearer note; 3023|And, as I gaze with wondering, 3023|The garden 'neath the wayside aisles 3023|Is full of wild-flowers. 3023|And there my garden is the home, 3023|My mother's roses in their bloom, 3023|And when I lie at close of day, 3023|The flowers are whisper'd by the way, 3023|Of white and red. 3023|And there I know a garden; where 3023|The shadows of the violets 3023|Are painted fair. 3023|And, in the rose-beds, where the violets 3023|Have lain for long and weary hours, 3023|I dream of the proud Aphrodite 3023|And her dark lover's red abode; 3023|I know a garden, where the glooms 3023|Are coil'd in a thin rose-wreath; 3023|And on the moonlit walls of blue, 3023|And on the jasmine buds, and on 3023|The jasmine blossoms, white as snow. 3023|And there I know a garden, where 3023|The lily and the roses dare 3023|To hint a sweeter lesson there. 3023|The roses, wet with dew, perfume 3023|The air that spins in richest dyes; 3023|And on the jasmine moonlit walks 3023|The violets, white as ivory hearts, 3023|Are wreathed with roses. 3023|A garden like a crystal wall 3023|In dazzling white its flowers unfolds; 3023|For all is summer without toil. 3023|But soon there is no wind ======================================== SAMPLE 509 ======================================== , 23111|And the cat, to please them with her fawn-skins, 23111|Set in the sunbeam-bordered dresser-- 23111|I mind me of the lady fair 23111|Whom he left a revel gay 23111|When on a summer's day 23111|(When the merry Damiens there 23111|Went to hunt for partnership, 23111|Their bold sports did banish care) 23111|A cross-the-the-roope they took to fishing! 23111|In my book to read, whene'er 23111|I was reading, much I fear 23111|I have lest I get too light 23111|To see by their countenance, 23111|The noble game of hearts, 23111|And win that skill for making 23111|Which, in every game of skill, 23111|Their cunning hands uniting, 23111|A happy pair of games can kill! 23111|You can't pursue a single one, 23111|But 'tis done by; you can't win in. 23111|You can't manage, as you read, 23111|To win for sake of winning, 23111|But of your winning, you must learn 23111|That all your luck is wanting. 23111|A happy lot, in all its kind, 23111|With one sure way to win; 23111|But none of all the mortals can 23111|Acquit this game of winning. 23111|A wise and a accomplished plan, 23111|As ever the album read; 23111|But one who, 'neath his own dear name, 23111|Is only a winsome elf, 23111|So full of years and opportunity 23111|In which to leave himself. 23111|In spite of his wise rectitude 23111|To gain the prize he tries, 23111|The world complains of wrong, not of 23111|Its right, and leaves him to decide 23111|Which path leads forth to victory 23111|Obedient to his own, 23111|Yet all who that way like him should 23111|Discern why he is known, 23111|And, in the general crowd of folk, 23111|The occasion shows that he 23111|Should make the noble odds in every game 23111|With the great odds he wins. 23111|Whence indeed is he who ever 23111|Enshrines himself in fame? 23111|What is the reason he should ask 23111|An action to be tame? 23111|Why, the great world must some time 23111|Look shy, and put aside 23111|The claim that Nature made him, 23111|And ask for rule and pride? 23111|Great things grow hampered in his way, 23111|And, to the touch, of grace 23111|The heart becomes more subtle 23111|Since, in the race, the race. 23111|The end it must be even 23111|(If not the claim must be,) 23111|If watched with eye inquiet, 23111|To ascertain the cause. 23111|Nature at once began to know, 23111|And she began to work; 23111|Nature could not herself alone 23111|The cause of such a work. 23111|Now must we seek for the divine 23111|Beneath the heavenly blue, 23111|Where the great world's wonders rise, 23111|Where grandeur 'mong the glows 23111|Of many a noble goodly town 23111|Lies basking at our feet, 23111|While, for amase and food and fire, 23111|The kingdoms of the earth 23111|Rose up in majesty, and all 23111|Who since the world began 23111|Shall now look good in the great world's face 23111|For all but one good man. 23111|When the flag of life shall fly 23111|From the world to the heavens blue, 23111|Then our hearts, each to its end, 23111|With a faith will answer "you." 23111|When the trust of the nations came 23111|To the goal of their desire-- 23111|A man for freedom, a man for God, 23111|Who toiled and wrought and dreamed, 23111|Heedless of man's turmoil, 23111|And the world without a name, 23111|Heedless ======================================== SAMPLE 510 ======================================== -beaver! 31591|I see your legs, I see your eyes, 31591|I almost dread! 31591|The little brook was doomed to die, 31591|And beat with frantic fury; 31591|It seemed that God himself must die, 31591|And strike the root! 31591|And the little brook was doomed to die, 31591|The wood grew dark and lonely, 31591|(Oh! for the sun's returning eye, 31591|And the wood forever!) 31591|That when with a thousand noises, 31591|Beneath its ceaseless clamor, 31591|The little brook gave utterance, 31591|And all its noise ran faster, 31591|And dreary grew the forest, 31591|Till the weary little brook did pause 31591|And waken, with an icy whistle, 31591|Its slumber in the silence deep, 31591|Its slow and dreary cadence, 31591|And all that else might come of me. 31591|_What do you keep in your heart to-day, 31591|You who are weary and worn-of-play? 31591|Do you keep ever so far away, 31591|Where you may meet your foe in the fray? 31591|Oh! I do think it no easy thing 31591|Ever should come to your arms to bring-- 31591|Only to weep when your hands are cold 31591|And to say to you nothing, is all your will, 31591|But to think of the poor little brook of yours 31591|As you stand by the gate of the City of Spree; 31591|For it's there that the poor little brook of yours 31591|Went to--do as you will, it is there with Thee!_ 31591|And now it is evening, and quietly 31591|The little babbling brook of the City is here; 31591|And the little brook of the City is near; 31591|Then--ah! I think it no easy thing 31591|Ever should come to your arms to stay; 31591|And to think of the poor little brook of mine 31591|As you and I were a little away! 31591|_What do you keep in your heart to-day, 31591|You who have travelled far and near? 31591|Though you have left the land of the lost ones behind, 31591|Though you take all the comfort we can but attain to, 31591|Yet do not keep either from us, or any more 31591|Than you should come from your arms and--or--or, more._ 31591|I've a heap of trouble and I'm weary of my life, 31591|I can hardly follow the wind and see the stars, 31591|And they'll go to feed them. O, I don't know why-- 31591|O, they'll send me a ride on a sleigh. 31591|"There'll be lots of fun in that stormy Sunday-day 31591|O, they'll give me work for the week," I say. 31591|"It's a big day for me in the offing sun: 31591|It's the money that runs on the run; 31591|It's the books that soldiers read that weekly in and out, 31591|It's the rubbers that captains carry to town; 31591|But it's hard to earn a bite, it's hard to keep one down 31591|O, it's hard to get one down. 31591|"Some folks talk to me, and they never let me know 31591|That the way to make a hit or show; 31591|But I feel so cross, and I'm longing to get the start, 31591|O, I want some men to go. 31591|There has been a fair country enough for me to fill, 31591|And I'll never have left one man, 31591|And I say to you, I'm sure of it, I wish you all 31591|More luck if you live to wait." 31591|So the push goes on; and, as if for the people's sake, 31591|I do think I will keep my stride. 31591|Some men talk to me, and they win their hearts to beat, 31591|And they say they have nothing to eat; 31591|But I think I'd better stay in my house ======================================== SAMPLE 511 ======================================== 27441|'Mong fountaines, and groves, and streams; 27441|Oft hauing heard the happy notes, 27441|And slunk them on my lute! 27441|But now deep thoughts of death must come 27441|To my revengeful breast; 27441|Nor can I from his wounds refrain, 27441|Until his love be blest. 27441|I must away with all my force, 27441|And seek the woods in vain; 27441|Where oft I've feared them, and have read 27441|Of false usurpers reign: 27441|Must seek retreat, for feign'd resort, 27441|Far from the crowd, and poise his crest, 27441|And in the secret shade of night 27441|Must seek deserters there. 27441|I must away, away, 27441|To show her that I loathe the place 27441|Where many a life is doom'd to bend, 27441|And shew her wicked front in face; 27441|Fearful and well-content. 27441|For now I've lost the wreath of flowers 27441|To deck her lily hand; 27441|For lo! I'm turning all my powers 27441|Into another land. 27441|Again, again I'll rove at will 27441|Where busy men are loitering still; 27441|And some are asking how they please, 27441|And some how they please: 27441|And some are asked by courtly looks, 27441|And some made answer, standing nooks, 27441|For news that they were not. 27441|Where once the British Lion lay, 27441|I wander'd in my lonely way; 27441|My thoughts are with the dead; 27441|But she is with me, whom I love, 27441|Whose heart with grief is fraught. 27441|She'll be my Helia, I'll relieve 27441|My heart of grief, to bid her grieve; 27441|'Tis she I view; for I believe, 27441|'Tis she I see and must receive; 27441|'Tis she I see, whose heart I see, 27441|'Tis she I see and must forgive; 27441|'Tis she I see, whose heart I know, 27441|'Tis she I see, and will forgive; 27441|For she's for me, whose heart I know, 27441|'Tis she I see, and will forgive. 27441|My heart it will not let me sleep 27441|That oft in slumber I have wept, 27441|Nor weary found; 27441|But now I rest a little here, 27441|And love and joy keep me alive, 27441|And still the more I do not care 27441|To meet before the others there: 27441|Her fate I know, whose heart I know, 27441|Whose heart I do not dare. 27441|I do not dread the sight of men, 27441|When gazing on the sun they see; 27441|But what they see, and where they go 27441|I know they cannot be the same. 27441|The sunshine dwells not on the earth 27441|Within the chambers of the sphere; 27441|And what she wills cannot be done 27441|Returns to her, but leaves the sun 27441|To shine upon her and to die. 27441|No fate can tear me from the sky 27441|With ruthless fingers for its prey; 27441|Nor can I hope the sun will come 27441|And light my darkness with a ray. 27441|'Tis she I see and must forgive; 27441|Away, my heart! a little while, 27441|And let the sunshine, fluttering there, 27441|Come glittering through your tearful eyes. 27441|Oh, then for joy be with your flowers, 27441|And let them fade upon the breeze; 27441|And may the dews of heaven fall, 27441|And roses bloom upon the trees, 27441|And yellow tulips, like the beams 27441|Of broken moons, upon the stream 27441|Return to wither in the beam. 27441|Or let me wander from my love, 27441|Or let me wander everywhere; 27441|And may the dews of heaven fall, ======================================== SAMPLE 512 ======================================== on a grave." 14591|And the little dog that plays 14591|As a fiddle stops and plays, 14591|He cannot help but praise 14591|With praise enough for it. 14591|And what are all my dainty matters, 14591|My loyal, loyal friends? 14591|I have no part in these matters, 14591|My heart is in my hands. 14591|They are more to me than gifts, 14591|They are so much more to me, 14591|Their fame already reaching, 14591|It makes me thrill to see them 14591|As I look on them. 14591|But let me not forget 14591|Each merry ramble run, 14591|Among the hills, around the woods, 14591|In which you'll live your day, 14591|Your dream, your deed and play, 14591|Will scarce last for a little space, 14591|Nor would I turn away. 14591|I'll tell you tales of a fairy-land 14591|Where the flowers of our tribe 14591|In the woods were bright and the air was free, 14591|And every fairy-tree 14591|And fount and forest in flowery lea 14591|Heard strange, wonderful sounds 14591|As the angels wandered the groves among, 14591|And heard their magical words 14591|Crying in strange lands, 14591|"Where all the children of men are born, 14591|Allotted to walk and sing, 14591|With a curse for their wickedness, and a curse for their good." 14591|The baby that crosses the sea 14591|Went to the door and sits down, 14591|That's a fairy-tale, all on mischief and thee, 14591|A tale to make your mother's heart rejoice; 14591|The child that comes with a golden voice 14591|To the babe that goes with a golden voice, 14591|Wastes the cradle, and laughs at the child that's afraid. 14591|The baby that cries in the night! 14591|The mother that hastens to seek 14591|The baby that crosses the sea 14591|And is sleeping yet by the fire among the clouds on high. 14591|The baby that crosses the sea! 14591|In the morning, when the moon, 14591|Sunken in the east, is fast asleep, 14591|And when the night comes creeping 14591|Back into the east to watch, I hear in a voice that cries: 14591|"O my mother! my father! 14591|O my mother! my father! 14591|I have gone a long, long way, and I have never seen your face." 14591|Then the baby that crosses the sea 14591|And goes to the house above, 14591|Will go to the woods, and then himself he will sing to the trees; 14591|And if the song you sing not, 14591|For it will comfort you 14591|On the coming home of the peaceful robin, as it did before, 14591|When it was in the nest of his little eggs, 14591|It would echo back to his tender words 14591|At the grave-time in the nest. 14591|The little dog wags his tail, 14591|And the sheep bleat back to the fold, 14591|When the old dog wags his shaggy tail 14591|At the cradle of his child. 14591|The little cow wags her tail, 14591|And the sheep bleat back to the fold, 14591|When the old dog wags his shaggy tail 14591|At the cradle of his little boy. 14591|The little dog wags his tail, 14591|And the sheep bleat back to the fold, 14591|When the old dog wags his yellow tail 14591|At the cradle of his little boy. 14591|In the middle of the cow, 14591|Where the hay was sweet and new, 14591|There was a baby wrapt in the soft soft bed 14591|With pillows white and blue. 14591|Its little neck was bare, 14591|With fingers long and white, 14591|And its little feet were small and light, 14591|And it had no hand to pass. 14591|And it cried with a cry and a wild consent, 14591| ======================================== SAMPLE 513 ======================================== . 38511|There was one, a little bit of woe, 38511|His mind was all alone; 38511|And one was dead and gone, he said, 38511|And still it was his own. 38511|And then he thought that he might die 38511|Ere he had left the stone, 38511|And yet it was his turn to make 38511|His grave-yard for a throne. 38511|He said it was a change of grief 38511|To think the little wretch was gone, 38511|And that his heart was gone, he said, 38511|And so they both are gone. 38511|With them along the winding walks 38511|A gentle shower does play, 38511|And spreads the blossoms at their flowers 38511|To deck the wampum-tree. 38511|One does not so fine gardens there, 38511|And does so many things; 38511|The bell claps but the ringdove's feet, 38511|The thrush's speckled wings. 38511|And one, quite otherwise we do; 38511|When all is said and done, 38511|Then fancy each time he thinks he sees 38511|The roses laid upon. 38511|If I were a little bird 38511|I would build a house in air; 38511|If I were a little bird 38511|I would fly from everywhere. 38511|I should like to rise and fly 38511|Through the air and shine in dew; 38511|I should live upon a steep 38511|And live on a hill-top tree. 38511|All summer I would sail 38511|A-sailing on the wind, 38511|High up on the frosty lea 38511|Where the purple mullet binds. 38511|And all summer I would stand 38511|A-sailing on the wind, 38511|And all summer I would stand 38511|A-sailing on the wind. 38511|O will you go out to sea? 38511|I do; I do not like to be 38511|I shall not want to go to sea 38511|I shall want to go to sea. 38511|I shall not want to go to sea! 38511|I want to go a-sailing on 38511|Till summer gets me home again. 38511|I shall not want to go to sea! 38511|I want to go a-sailing on, 38511|I want to float on a new sea 38511|O will you carry me a song? 38511|I want to sing it with a will. 38511|I want to be a sailor 38511|And sail no more than a bird. 38511|I want to be a pike 38511|And run about at sea 38511|With nothing better than a coach 38511|And nothing worse than this. 38511|No more I wish to go a-sailing; 38511|I never got a chance to try; 38511|I try, I try, I try to sing it 38511|As often as I can cry. 38511|I know that you must come to sea! 38511|I know--I know my little boy-- 38511|What you will find you want with me 38511|To come to me? 38511|I cannot climb to trees 38511|Up to the tops of trees, 38511|That's what I cannot see. 38511|I cannot see the way you go; 38511|God guide me in the way; 38511|The branches make no gravel, 38511|The leaves can talk to May. 38511|I cannot stop to eat my tree 38511|Because I wish you well; 38511|I cannot even shake my head 38511|Because I'm in the nest. 38511|As you are going to the church 38511|To make your candles last; 38511|I am going round with all my heart 38511|Because God does not send. 38511|Walking along the orchard paths 38511|I know what people say, 38511|Because they hide their swelling hips 38511|Like little pointed ears, 38511|Because the boughs begin to bear 38511|As many boughs as they; 38511|Because when May returns, the night 38511|Coils up to let her ======================================== SAMPLE 514 ======================================== , '_We were the true men of honestrie_'.' 2491|'Oh, but we 'are no more friends than you and I 2491|In lands that never will return to try.' 2491|Then in his anger all our joy he died. 2491|'But how can we of fair England agree?' 2491|'Now, to your honour, sir, and yours be proud 2491|Of all the gifts that friends desire so proud, 2491|And, if one knight a king so brave procures, 2491|Mere welcome from the British camp to yours. 2491|If one 's been born, or lived, or died for fame, 2491|You may have seen him--'tis an easy game. 2491|In what you see to-day we could not say. 2491|'But after the beginning of a day, 2491|We think of all we have done and done; 2491|And, having been at the end of that great show, 2491|We think a little how the world was won.' 2491|He spake, and by the hasty madness led, 2491|And by a sudden change of thought and dread, 2491|A few miles' distance he was lost and dead, 2491|And, all the time our patient hands were red. 2491|And all for certain that Sir Lancelot 2491|In this strange region had not any share 2491|With the false kitchen-knaves in that dark land. 2491|And thus it was he brought to that far land, 2491|Wondering to find the knight so very near, 2491|In his perils and anguish so severe. 2491|And so Sir Lancelot took his rest and ease, 2491|And slept till morning came, or rode and found, 2491|And there, full-fed, before King Arthur's door 2491|Did wait a week without him, and besought 2491|For aught to give him, that the heathen host 2491|Had sent him off to dwell therein alone. 2491|But Lancelot thought, and only thought to get 2491|The knight's return, with all the Table Round, 2491|That he for some great honour had been bound, 2491|And he would wed each Grail-worth of the castle 2491|Without a risk to cross the sea and land 2491|For an abode or two of Scottish kerns, 2491|That, if he were Sir Lancelot's chosen knight, 2491|Were sworn in part to be his promised bride. 2491|So Sir Bedivere for three long years 2491|Was suiting North and Westmoreland 2491|For Merlin's wife's increase and gain 2491|Of Arthur's court, for marriage of the strong, 2491|But never such true knight as when he said 2491|That king, when he was knight, would go to bed. 2491|And thus Sir Lancelot, while he slept the fourth, 2491|Rode till the break of morning with the sun 2491|On a small hackney made of long red oak, 2491|And all too near the break of day, Sir John, 2491|Told that the King would not permit the quest 2491|For one so foul and evil-souled as he. 2491|And after told it all out in the east, 2491|And told it all to one in Saxony, 2491|He closed the book; and one that had the name 2491|Of Holy Writ, who spoke of the third heat 2491|Was lying eastward on the lake; and one 2491|Had sworn to take the second heat away, 2491|Or else to cast the third heat down to waste. 2491|And after the reviving of the knight, 2491|The heathen said to him that there must be 2491|A tournament for this high tourney, Sir John, 2491|With knights and tourriers, and the Table Round, 2491|That he desired to see, so great was need, 2491|And for they gave King Arthur up to joust 2491|With all the trappings of excess of pride, 2491|And every hair of joust that was in quest 2491|Of tourney or of joust, and all the pride 2491|And all the honour that Sir Lancelot thought 2491|The fair Sir Lancelot of his lady's quest, 24 ======================================== SAMPLE 515 ======================================== , 1279|Sae ne'er a fairer woman was, I ween, 1279|Than bonny Peggy in our town. 1279|Her hair, sae sweet, as ony cywene, 1279|Glossy and dainty as the raven, 1279|Her teeth are like the rainbow. 1279|Her een, sae pouting lip, sae jimp, 1279|Salute, sae saucy-eyed, my marvel, 1279|Her teeth are like the rainbow (in our town 1279|The fairest maid grows ruddy brown), 1279|The loveliest maid on earth has sown! 1279|The maid she ploughs, the maid she ploughs, 1279|The maid she clean the kail-yards ploughs, 1279|And a' the sheaves are ripe and braw. 1279|I'm nae a lass, I'm nae a lass, 1279|I'm only a canny bodie; 1279|Gin I were e'er more warm and weel, 1279|An' I were e'er a sodger mither, 1279|I'd lay me neir in either e'en, 1279|For a' the gowd could na travel. 1279|The lift grew fountains gracing high, 1279|The water was clear sweet and bonny; 1279|The licht shone bright in a' my e'e, 1279|An' a' the licht stood doerie by me. 1279|An' e'e, quo' my heart, weel or wae, 1279|My lot was light to the waesome; 1279|To a' the gowd and me, quo' my heart, 1279|I independent as a sodger mither. 1279|Whaur the birks sae thick are green, 1279|Whare the spreading beech and breir 1279|To the shaws end o' the fauld, 1279|Whare the aumcient naig to shun, 1279|The mavis and thrush are cauld, 1279|Sae auld and eident the auld 1279|I wad rejoice to be wi' a laddie 1279|O' a lass in yon town, 1279|Whaur the spreading beech and bane 1279|Wi' the auld and a puir mane, 1279|Whaur the hawks rise sae tower, 1279|Like the cork on the lake, 1279|The bonniest lass in a' the a' 1279|Is ae wee dautit lassie 1279|O' beauty and grace 1279|There's nae bonny bit o' love 1279|There's nae blink o' the blue, 1279|Sae happy as the dew 1279|An' that sweet spot o' my heart 1279|Is the wee cot a heart, 1279|Sae ae time made to please 1279|What tho' it's but a lane, 1279|To be happy and plain. 1279|The simmer was windy an' shune, but ayont the faem was still; 1279|Aye the wind it blew wi' a ripp to my mither's cot; 1279|Aye the faem was prest wi' a waefu' e'e to me, 1279|And ane by ane, till the day it withers awa'-- 1279|Aye then was she dight like the new-ca'd flow'r 1279|On the banks o' the Ern, and naebody saw; 1279|She had a sweet sister, anither, and that waefu' name na, 1279|Syne came at the door like the new embrace o' the same cra', 1279|But the bride she gaz'd on, an' held by her mammie's cot, 1279|Syne saw a young maid, calm and Venus-like but tame-- 1279|Her mammie she gaz'd on. 1279|O! my mother she gaz'd on. She felt sae kind 1279|As I fear'd my age, and sae care-free; 1279|And my heart I wad never again langs back again 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 516 ======================================== : 'Tis well; 'tis past considering: 15524|I've been a mighty famous devil. 15524|A thousand million pithy pence I've given, 15524|And now I'm rather tempted first. 15524|To have a pound of price to pay 'em, 15524|And then I'll have to pay it first,-- 15524|But as it is, I do not pay the 'em. 15524|Of all the shavings of my youth, I've heard 15524|A charge I made the property, 15524|And, after giving money for my hand, 15524|Would have my last new daughter come: 15524|'Twould make you anxious if you'd ever scare 'em, 15524|Or else some boy that chance to roam. 15524|I've never had the chance to meet 'em; 15524|And yet I love my Cousin Fred. 15524|So now, my child, who never did intrude 15524|To my snug little heart, I'll be good friend, 15524|And thank you kindly for a diet. 15524|I've learned a lesson, and--the lesson is-- 15524|To look in an old pocket-coat; 15524|To take a cow-gibbet in the parlor, 15524|And hide 'ere in the loft with nurse. 15524|No creature in the world more willing 15524|Is servant to that locket-case; 15524|No card my father found for me, one Sunday, 15524|Than my dear mother married my goodwife. 15524|And all at once I've learned these lessons, 15524|And learned the most about my wife, 15524|And all the pithy, wiles and gleeses 'er, 15524|Of my good Indian husband's life. 15524|Now I, a poor and pious little collier, 15524|Am getting in on my poor meal; 15524|A long-faced man! in coat of fur or satin, 15524|Greets out my new cravat with zeal. 15524|'Twould make your mother laugh--I know the secret, 15524|I'd lock it all for your own use; 15524|That you're a treasure, that you might possess it, 15524|And take the very treasure too, 15524|Till in your saddle you might take a ticket 15524|In case you get the lady married. 15524|There's nothing more to do but fight for woman, 15524|And on the day you die, my friend, 15524|When you go hunting, will not shoot the other 15524|In your own country, or your own. 15524|The wag, my love, is aye the wynest and the best 15524|Of my old ploughshares; 15524|From dawn to dusk, my love, I love you, 15524|And life I pledge to you and you, 15524|For you have paid for that old gun with murder 15524|For all your rifle and cigar; 15524|And now I'll swear it's true, my dear, 15524|There's nothing else aylay, 15524|I'll swear a shot, and then I'll swear it's only 15524|My own affair, my love, to pay. 15524|I'm very near it, dear, 15524|For the old and happy war was ended, 15524|And as for the young U. S. 15524|Beneath a peaceful sky 15524|They lay and watched for the closing of the war, 15524|And I shall know the old and happy years 15524|And the old glory of this war, 15524|Till then, my love, the old and happy years, 15524|For ever and for aye. 15524|The little green leaves flutter in the wind; 15524|They wave a flag waved wide and free; 15524|Their sentries keep the old flag back again; 15524|They fill it for the old and happy years, 15524|While Time swings round the old and happy years 15524|That are to come anear. 15524|O little leaves, in the wind and rain, 15524|My love, my dear, be good to me! 15524|I know that the Old and the hopeful years 15524|Will surely take them again, 15524|And ======================================== SAMPLE 517 ======================================== from the night. 2732|"O the wind! O the wind!" 2732|The old man muttered, "it seems to me we should have parted" 2732|The old man was silent. 2732|"The ship has sailed well," he answered. "The wind must have vanished." 2732|"We could not break it," he cried. "I have heard enough of her." 2732|"Then I shall be alone again," he lamented and died loudly. 2732|"I must hear nothing," he said, in a voice so strange and feeble. 2732|"Tell me her where she is lying, she lying so lonely now?" 2732|"I must go alone to the deserts of empty heaven." 2732|"I cannot reach it, madam," he said, almost seriously. 2732|He must have been alone a few moments later. 2732|"The wind must have fallen," he said, and again he hurried towards 2732|But whatever living beings were there in those shadows, for in 2732|the sky, the earth, the grass, flowers, leaves, and the flowers, 2732|there was not one to tell them--one only, still, it seems to me, 2732|the angels, the archangels, and one or two angels, but not one 2732|one to let them out to die." 2732|"It is good to think of it," she replied, "that I am dying for 2732|"What is it," he interrupted. "It is I who am dying for 2732|"I have heard enough," said the old man. 2732|His tears dropped, as he slowly lowered his leathern arms. 2732|"I hear nothing," she cried. 2732|He must have found out a box with leathern thong on one side of 2732|the box, that he had there. 2732|He tried to put off his silk coats, but he could not keep on 2732|it and closed his eyes; 2732|"Listen, lady," he said. "The wind is blowing." 2732|He took the box to his knees and began to speak. She was still 2732|The lover of Christ Christ was the true Christian companion of his 2732|"I heard, I know, the voice of the Master." 2732|"He is coming," he said, for there was a cold gleam in the 2732|"My lady," she said, "it is Christ. He is lying with the bride 2732|That has not come to touch the body of the bride." 2732|"I am Christ, come to me all alone, 2732|I hear His voice, I see His face, 2732|I love the face of an angel lone, 2732|I say, I feel His golden power. 2732|I say, I will die for His sake, 2732|And all of my suffering shall take 2732|The blame on me for evermore." 2732|"I shall be free, I shall not break, 2732|I shall be free, I shall not go, 2732|On all sides of all earth's life." 2732|"I am Christ, come to me all alone, 2732|I'll give Him my love and my bride, 2732|I'll give Him my life in the end." 2732|There was no fear in the night when they lifted the veil at 2732|"He is coming," said the saint. "I have heard him--he comes 2732|With every breath of the night in the hall." 2732|"To-night if you came with the lamp and was free with my love, I 2732|am free with the lamp," said the saint. 2732|Then they rose in the morning and stayed till the last gleam from 2732|the tower, in the distance of five ages. 2732|Then they came to the church of the Three Fences, to lay with their 2732|The saint started up at the fourth day, to read prayers and was 2732|"It is our Lord," she said, in her face. 2732|At the last moment she arose and asked. 2732|"Take my girl; she is free with you, 2732|It is free with my own," she said; 2732|"I have no right," she said. 2732|The last gleam of the lamp struck the ground. 2732|"I have no right," she said ======================================== SAMPLE 518 ======================================== and the water: 39496|I sit by the stream in the solitude, 39496|And I think of the friends who are gone; 39496|Of the friends we have left in our tent at the end, 39496|Of the friends we have left in our tent at the end. 39496|A cloud of dust drifts from the mountain side, 39496|And the hurricane whirls round its fall, 39496|And it vanishes; and a single cloud 39496|The torrents follow over all. 39496|And ever the torrents follow its course, 39496|And ever and anon the sound 39496|Is the voice of the torrents underground, 39496|And the rock and the river give their voice 39496|To the voice of the cliffs around. 39496|A thousand restless fancies, that arise 39496|In the soul of man, have laid them down 39496|In a moment's slumber; and the rain came down 39496|And made their home in the vale, and the hilltops 39496|Rise as the clouds that sit in a coronet 39496|That floats on the blue ether. The winds gather 39496|Into their nest the scattered grain, 39496|And they blow a soft and dreamy blast 39496|Through the wide and leafy garden grass 39496|That stands in the dells among the trees, 39496|And whispers to each little stone 39496|That nods its head above its urn. 39496|A thousand restless thoughts that arise 39496|Like mottoes, in the valley far, 39496|Are the wings of fairy-footed fays, 39496|Whose voices make it loud and far, 39496|Till, one by one, a far-off horn 39496|It blows upon the listening ear-- 39496|The same that did those mottoes weave, 39496|Around their homes in the dells 39496|Of the lone and leafy forest, wave 39496|And over all the earth. A voice, 39496|It sends from the Kingdom of Heaven, 39496|A light, a warmth, a gleam-- 39496|A breath, a gleam of summer rain, 39496|A gleam of the leafy stream. 39496|It comes, and over all is told 39496|The story of that perilous night, 39496|In the bleak, dark woods of old, 39496|When the moon was hid from ken, 39496|And the winds were still asleep, 39496|And the leaves were nodding the tree-tops, 39496|And the branches were desolate. 39496|And round about, in the moonlight, 39496|The trees are packed with their store, 39496|And they sleep on the ground. One by one, 39496|All over the trees' soft cover 39496|Of leaves that rustle in coverts, 39496|And the scent of the balmiest musk 39496|That fills the branches above. 39496|And through that darkly sound faint music, 39496|That came into the world of the ear, 39496|Is calling to us, in a tone of fear, 39496|An empty and melody-wild chime 39496|Of melancholy and fear. 39496|The winds are hushed, the moon is pale, 39496|The moor is troubled into peace, 39496|The stars are still; within the wood, 39496|The quiet moon, her quiet queen. 39496|The stars hang beautiful; and though 39496|The woods have gathered into a spell, 39496|They seem to tell the world they sleep, 39496|And to their loving-kindness weep. 39496|Like the waves of the stormy night 39496|The moon came up from the sea 39496|With a pale and benediction. 39496|The whole sky is filled with light, 39496|And the trees have a bower for shade; 39496|And the birds on every leaf and spray 39496|Sing of a spot to hide the day, 39496|And the sunshine hush the night, 39496|And the moon and stars shine o'er us. 39496|"The church is like a flower-close-- 39496|A holy calm the church-yard grows, 39496|An over arch, a loving-kindness, 39496|An holy radiance breat ======================================== SAMPLE 519 ======================================== in the rain, 28591|My childhood's love from morn till even. 28591|The moon that shines with stars of heaven 28591|Is beautiful beyond our dreams, 28591|And like a bright blue ocean rolls, 28591|To him who sees it fades and seems. 28591|O'er deeps where clouds like clouds in motion 28591|Clouds skimming in the pure white air, 28591|I see the sun's bright shafts of splendour-- 28591|A hundred lights and shadows there! 28591|When earth begins to move, and planets rise 28591|In all their spheres and ends and spheres, 28591|The sun's bright shafts of love and love's 28591|Are mirrored in the deep and star-sails where 28591|His wheels are systems wide and clear! 28591|In realms of light with God the skies are bright; 28591|I see the planets and their signs, 28591|And look to heaven from whence they came, 28591|And look into the azure realm of space, 28591|All paved with stars, and paved with skies of fire, 28591|All paved with purest visionings of love, 28591|With higher visions and more purer joys, 28591|And tenderer dreams of day and night 28591|Than ever I've had before from thee. 28591|In regions where the sun's own splendour falls 28591|I see the moon's face looking down, 28591|Fluttering and gleaming everywhere, 28591|Gleam on the earth's calm bosom thro' 28591|With grace of perfectness and beauty; 28591|A holy light and holy spell 28591|Enchantmenting and gladness holy. 28591|There is no glory that can crown my days-- 28591|No sorrow that can crush my years; 28591|But calm within the breast that burns aflame, 28591|I give the light and let it beams thro'; 28591|I give the soul in utterance holy. 28591|And so I give it up for thee, my God, 28591|With tenderness and love divine, 28591|And know that thou wilt deign to love me; 28591|Then shall I gladly see thee shine 28591|In patient faith in thee as thou didst, 28591|In patience and in fortitude. 28591|But when it dawns--and meanwhile breaks the day, 28591|I would not yet my vigil stay, 28591|Lest night should overtake me presently, 28591|And I should be thy love's familiar star. 28591|I would not yet forget 28591|The light I love; 28591|The light that never was, 28591|The star that never was, 28591|Nor life nor death shall sever me from thee; 28591|But shine to me, thou flower of love, and let me go, 28591|Lest I should wear thy roses first, thy lily-flowers white, 28591|In lonely grief and wild despair, 28591|Forlorn, forsaken, and forlorn, 28591|A hopeless lover, only lorn, 28591|With only friends to care for me, 28591|A thousand dark and lonely hours, 28591|A thousand toils and many woes, 28591|With me alone--with thee alone-- 28591|Should I not sigh, with thee alone, 28591|A hopeless exile without Thee? 28591|Nay, once I saw them all in white 28591|As one consummation light; 28591|And all my soul was in eclipse 28591|Because they darkened, but could not see. 28591|O God! from whom this light divine, 28591|This sanctity of light and love, 28591|So many shining leagues of noon 28591|And midnight-mists, wrapt thee in swans, 28591|Dost thou not see the stars above? 28591|Oh! be my heart as clear as thine! 28591|No moonless night, no summer sea, 28591|No summer breeze, my love and I, 28591|Could make me dream the dream was o'er, 28591|And all the world is agonies. 28591|O Love of Light! 28591|In depth of dark thou wanderest far: 28591|It cannot be, nor e'en it is, ======================================== SAMPLE 520 ======================================== -- 6652|A woman's heart. As oft he talks of love 6652|That turns to violence, on either side 6652|He, frowning on the woman, with a sneer 6652|Or smile, may someone else approve. 6652|He spoke at first -- I think he was a fool; 6652|But, when the woman heard he frowned, she frowned, 6652|Spurred to him, smiled, a pretty smile would pass. 6652|She frowned, she frowned; for when we parted there 6652|She frowned, she gazed upon him, in sheer despair. 6652|Then when my heart was in the door of love, 6652|And my poor heart was riotous, I found 6652|The woman that I loved and left above -- 6652|The woman I had lost forever 6652|Within the heart of woman. As the days 6652|Went by she smiled, the woman never smiled. 6652|For in the tragic drama of her life 6652|She plays her secret, all the passionate words 6652|Of her old passion, sayings with the stars 6652|And measures with Time's triumph, all the throes 6652|Of her great love -- and so again -- and so, 6652|To make herself, she made herself, be moved 6652|By the immortal beauty of her name, 6652|And so went forth, the woman with the world. 6652|Her life was never. When she passed away 6652|She was the woman I had used to love, 6652|And now, when I was dying, I could see 6652|Her soul's reflection in the airy depths 6652|Of her soul's judgment-place, a thing to me 6652|In agony of agony -- and so 6652|I saw an angel stand upon the Cross 6652|Of sacrifice, and I, departing, knew 6652|I must have fallen, or, all the weary day, 6652|Yearned that I'd die, to solve a mystery 6652|More pitiful, that I had lived to wait, 6652|And died -- I knew it so -- but I had gone 6652|With my poor heart, and gone with them, I knew 6652|That somewhere in the coming years, in truth, 6652|Thought of me thus. I knew that somehow she 6652|Would meet me now -- and -- _I_ should know. 6652|For in my life, if I should die of grief, 6652|She'd know her heart -- and this was sure, I knew, 6652|For she and God would meet, forever, there, 6652|After the days of days. 6652|The little old castle 6652|It was builded in a land 6652|All dim with sunlight, 6652|And in the middle 6652|Was wrought with choicest canvas, 6652|And round it, tinctured 6652|With a purple shadow, 6652|Great serpents twined and bellies 6652|And blue jugs of fish, 6652|And three so silvery 6652|And rainbow-coloured dresses, 6652|And crimson tunic, 6652|And three so greenly silken, 6652|And eke three pairs of little arms -- 6652|And I, too, was a knight, 6652|And this the rhyme of the sea, 6652|And it was wrought with wonder 6652|Of many a knight and lady. 6652|I met with Nereids seven 6652|The King of the Dukes of Tyre, 6652|A knight of the sea, and Nereid, 6652|The son of the star, and the wizard. 6652|They said that the day of the fight 6652|Was fought in the battles of right; 6652|And that, in the day of the fight, 6652|As the day of their fighting, 6652|Had come to the lists, the three; 6652|And that she would not win me 6652|In battle for fame or love, 6652|No knight on the deep, in the earl, 6652|But a man at arms of the earth, 6652|And a baron of Egeria's; 6652|Her name was the war the world knew, 6652|And the King, and his name she knew, 66 ======================================== SAMPLE 521 ======================================== . 38503|Tantum arces ante partis per inania nomenque laborum 38503|Sic, cum solio, tenditis altera saecla libido,-- 38503|a kind of quiet for the impatient, and the impatient impatient 38503|upwards-- 38503|Nec quid facere vult esse deaeque escrita securarunt. 38503|Quid frustra hanc puncham, si datur tremulasse Britannum, 38503|Quid apud illi? quid cavallis sua lumina solus? 38503|Purpureusque nobis nimium vinculata triumphorum 38503|Nec valido pecuniam nomen sibi lumina nostra. 38503|Quid frustra? nescientia ut cithara contendent? 38503|Quis super oscur? nescientia, nescientia, 38503|Quem patronum rogatur et qui non constat et aurellum! 38503|Hinc aliquid purpureo velamine sola lucernit,-- 38503|Sanguineis tum mira vitae, pulvere digna,-- 38503|Sunt multa viri, quibus unus Homerus auctu; 38503|Sed gravis certi vindi, dum quaeriger in omni: 38503|Hostilius alii viris, sanguineus in epulas, 38503|Blanditi vias, sunt multa, vos veritura vellet.' 38503|_298_Var._ 6. The double benefit:--'Luditena hunc tamen omnem 38503|Et terra, totisque animantum, verbera, per auras 38503|Apertaque excelsa praestent atriaque apertas, 38503|Hinc omnis omnis omnium vincula bellaria vinctus,-- 38503|Hinc omnis infelix morientis atque omnes ambitus,-- 38503|Et sui tum cum matre tanto circum oscula noctis; 38503|Hinc omnis oscula fures, quam multa omnia sua terris. 38503|Quid frustra, inritata manus cui se confunditur auris?' 38503|At sibi, qui forte tuos oscula secuta triumphat, 38503|Nec sit tenebra victis atque omnis hanc triumpho. 38503|At primordia grant illi dominabitur ordo 38503|Terribile, ut nullo vivit flammea viva, 38503|Quid vitam vates? divum numina voluptas, 38503|Hospes nemo tempore et inde navibu' nostra 38503|Felix, et aevom debebunt sparsa et frigida campi. 38503|Nam qui vixit abit inauditabile instar, 38503|Nec novisse avectant: tremulum sine testibus alma 38503|Foedere juncto, et dixit avectam lumine mundum, 38503|Poenaque tener lacrimis reserit unda et fronde perenni. 38503|Tum primum stat reserant, summe spectacula praebent, 38503|Nec tamen illi est: dulcia fune languentur ab ovo: 38503|Talis amor et ripas, quia amauit hortimus error; 38503|Odite ut mundum nostri bonus dormiente sepulchrum. 38503|Hic, mihi, quae soles magnae! quam mihi teque videri; 38503|In nostro, quicquid agam, fossurus ave reposco 38503|Pascua, et in nostro, lacerantque obvia corpora nostrum. 38503|Nullus hic tantos tandem posuit mentuque teneto; 38503|Nulla via secta est, nulla pede, cura, cura, 38503|Nulla viri facili vitreo cum Domino, 38503|Nulla viri facili plures, nulla pede. 38 ======================================== SAMPLE 522 ======================================== in the misty morning, 390|To lie, and gaze with me upon the land 390|Of my desire. 390|From this far world I come, 390|A willing soul toward thee; 390|I will take ship, ere with the sea-wind faint 390|My soul may be. 390|I have no care to rest 390|My weary head upon thee, 390|Nor give myself to thee, O love; 390|For here thou shouldst be crushed by ill 390|And emptiness. 390|Though thou art dead and gone, 390|A servant still to me, 390|And if thou bidd'st me,--thou hadst lived, 390|And hadst not been,-- 390|And there with thee to die. 390|I have a heart, a breath of life, 390|A pulse within my breast; 390|And thou hast lived on earth a while, 390|And I at last am blest. 390|I have a soul, a breath of life, 390|A pulse within my breast: 390|And thou hast known, hast loved, and known, 390|And yet hast loved me best. 390|I will not think upon thee, love, 390|Nor that thy spirit's fires 390|Would chill my soul to hear the voice 390|Of other desires. 390|I will not say I have thee, love, 390|For all about thee clings 390|My memory unto all the world; 390|Thy heart unto its springs. 390|I will not make the oath to look 390|Across thine ocean wave; 390|I will not kiss thy lifeless lips, 390|Or speak one word of love: 390|For that I was a fool, and loved 390|The good, who were above. 390|I will not say I have thee, love, 390|But, like the gods, am thine; 390|I will not make the oath to kneel 390|At awful shrine. 390|When I behold how evil things 390|And good recoil, and so 390|That love makes less compassionate 390|Our selfishness, I know 390|That, love makes less compassionate 390|Our selfishness,--and so 390|That, more compassionate, I turn 390|And touch thee never; never. 390|But still, when all we have is so, 390|I know thee better still: 390|And, as at evening on the hills 390|The west wind lifts the rill, 390|So, child, I seem to doubt and pray 390|For thee, and not for me. 390|The night is dark, the forest bare, 390|I cannot see what face I see. 390|So black it is, the cherry-bough 390|Is passing wild, 390|The water-lily's hidden glow 390|Is dulled as gold. 390|The trees have drunk the heath's pale stream, 390|The lindens glow 390|In silence for this night of dreams, 390|The wind-flower knows 390|Some city's miracle of light. 390|But thou, as on my soul I gaze, 390|In silence hear 390|A noise, that tells me what is might, 390|A noise of wings, 390|The tumult and the strain of might. 390|The night is dark, the forest bare, 390|I cannot see what face I see. 390|To earth--to heaven--I cannot bear 390|The sorrow of a lyre like thine; 390|For thou hast love as well as pain, 390|And deathless bliss 390|As well as life,--the joy of life. 390|Now night was soft, the wood was still, 390|No sound fell on the silent sward, 390|No busy fowl had crossed the hill; 390|The cricket chirped his lullaby, 390|The cricket, from his corner, cried: 390|Who was it fled and did not see 390|The glimmer of a moonlit tree 390|And squirrel on the twig at day? 390|The cricket said: It did not play 390|With glittering wings, and here and there 390|A pattering fawn did search and stray 390|O'er mossy slope and stony steep 390|And sunny lake and yellow felled, 390|And here and there a small bird broke 390|And here and there a large gray chip 390|Flushed ======================================== SAMPLE 523 ======================================== ! a sweet life ye win! 18500|Let me, with strength and skill, 18500|Assist yon weary man; 18500|Assured I'm no beholder, 18500|For toil tak's but a part, 18500|Yet, oh, what joy to boast 18500|Of a land of such a toast! 18500|I wad rejoice in his ha', 18500|Whan he is gleg as me. 18500|I'm weariet, I wad rejoice 18500|In his bonnie, auld chiel's glee; 18500|For my pairty, willie wif, 18500|Are to him aye clamb'rin' 18500|At fairs in a' the see. 18500|Then, wi' a' my auld chubby hand, 18500|Aboon them a' I lean, 18500|I'm weary now in my plaidie's band, 18500|Ane on my lily-white skin. 18500|I'm weary now in my plaidie's band, 18500|Ane on my lily white skin. 18500|I'm weariet now in my plaidie's band, 18500|Ane on my lily white skin. 18500|How many a glorious sight has been my dreary night; 18500|For now my heart is sairly sick of bein' sae bright. 18500|The morn shall break, the eve come on, 18500|My luve shall latch his door, 18500|And I shall be the laddie that's awa' 18500|O, sweet's the blink o' thine e'e, lassie! 18500|And closed stands the ever-more fauld, 18500|That closed stands the ever-auld door, 18500|That closed stands the ever-auld door. 18500|And fare-thee-weel, my Highland laddie! 18500|O, sweet's the blink o' thine e'e; 18500|And deep shall the e'ening sleep, 18500|That closed stands the ever-living key, 18500|That closed stands the ever-living key, 18500|O, sweet's the blink o' thine e'e. 18500|Sae I'll seek my plaidie, Sauty Fates, 18500|Sae I'll share my lassie's plaidie; 18500|Sun nor mirk may ever daunton me, 18500|And morn nor eve mak she weary wae: 18500|Ne'er mair maun I my plaidie gae, 18500|Nor meet my lassie's plaidie. 18500|But gin I meet her, Sauty Fates, 18500|O wad I kiss her brown, white hand! 18500|For in her ear the mavis tunes, 18500|And Mary's lovely isle droops and isles.] 18500|Thou lingering hope, that com'st again 18500|To me in tears, my only Love! 18500|Coy as thou art, and desp'rate above, 18500|Whatever fate betide thee-- 18500|I've borne the bitter cup and died, 18500|And quaffed the lonely gue. 18500|As 'twere some witching dream at length 18500|Of Fairyland thou canst impart, 18500|I'll weave a wreath of wreathed wreaths 18500|Of mutual love, all in one band: 18500|So deckt with stars my bridal bed, 18500|And linked with thee in mortal-- 18500|A crown of bloom, a deathless braid, 18500|In which a maiden's yellow! 18500|O dreary dawn, unhappy day, 18500|That pilgrim's heart to hold! 18500|Thy ray is gone, thou false one! 18500|That ray the grave with hold. 18500|Where art thou now, thou guest of worth, 18500|Thou best of earthly grace! 18500|To find a friend so treacherous 18500|It grieves me much to have been bold: 18500|For surely once again I see 18500|This heart was formed to dote on thee. 18500|O dreary dawn! thou joy of earthly bliss! 18500| ======================================== SAMPLE 524 ======================================== and a thousand times on the old rail; 35227|And there the man from the castle had fallen down, 35227|Who from the castle and the guard had gone, 35227|And thence by the shore he had come to a stone 35227|Like that which had stood upon the fell stone: 35227|And he said: 'I am he who was bringing good cheer 35227|To the guards at the gates, and to the guards here.' 35227|And he fell down and lay there alone. 35227|And the guard had taken him out of his way, 35227|And, therewithal, his life must needs pray 35227|To God that he may not be left alone. 35227|And with him was an old knight, who had come 35227|To the gates that were opened wide as day: 35227|And he shouted there, 'I will go not hence, 35227|But, if I may trust, I may bring good cheer 35227|To the guards who have gone with the guard this night, 35227|These three alone, that did the guards not kill, 35227|That stood upon the walls, and that could not save, 35227|Than the scourges and pilasters of men from the grave.' 35227|They were scared for fear, and the scourges sank 35227|Into the sea; they were moans for their loss. 35227|And he stepped back, and the scourges sank 35227|Into the sea. 35227|Thereon the King and Lord the twain, 35227|As in the hall they sat, did each his guest entertain. 35227|And they beheld great fishes borne away 35227|By strong lions, black, red, gray; 35227|Them that had served their guests all joyfully, 35227|And the fish; and they their lord did see 35227|Foully creeping on their backs for food or rest, 35227|And they would not suffer the Lord their guest 35227|Wash his face, nor hearken him, nor they might, 35227|For he had no fear of his loins, for good 35227|In his great strength was he, though his blood 35227|Called from out the blood these monsters' heads to rot: 35227|So that they all longed to be outcast, 35227|They in the Lord's sight; and all three, being one, 35227|Did for the Lord best prayer, and for the King alone. 35227|And he to them called out, and said, 'Come on 35227|In the name of that mighty Lord, I pray; 35227|For all that I have done amiss is done:' 35227|And he to them; and they to him made answer, 35227|As one should for the people's company, 35227|Nor less they for the land's defence that he should see. 35227|The King would have it otherwise; and all 35227|For his enemies, and all the race beside; 35227|And they, with strength indeed, would faint and all 35227|Fare forth with the great Lord of life, and ride 35227|Into the host, and through all the town go wide, 35227|By the sea's mouth and the high rocks at their side. 35227|But he went on, and all folk cried, 35227|'Alas to-day!' and all folk cried, 35227|'Alas!' and aloft up their heads they threw 35227|The Lord's red horses, and made haste too, 35227|With the great spear and mighty shield he guides 35227|The folk, and they on the solid land 35227|Of the coast of the mighty sea-rimides 35227|The King's loud cry made to withstand 35227|The coming of the Child of the lion forth. 35227|So they set out, and aloft went on; 35227|And they came to Troy, and all folk said, 35227|'Alas, that we be old men all, 35227|And therefore will we depart so soon, 35227|That our King's horse and our lord's men 35227|Shall have gold, and the gates are of brass, 35227|And he will have gold to give us then, 35227|And ere that we come forth again, 35227|Will be the King's own self, and he 35227|Will have gold and silver of silver ======================================== SAMPLE 525 ======================================== and their own. And of their will 602|The peoples have been swayed; and now the king 602|Has taken in that country any power 602|To make the Senate; and by Fortune's gift 602|This too shall move the world. Long since in peace 602|They have been wedded, and have borne in mind 602|Not only in my borders, but in me 602|More than the people; but by Fortune's aid 602|And by the sword of a Pharian king. 602|To them I give this warning: 'Rise and go, 602|And let the world go on the same apace: 602|And, if ye will, to yonder camp of death 602|Let either squadrons follow as they may. 602|So spake the captain: and the chiefs at once 602|Trembled. So feared for life of fight they fled, 602|And so for safety of their country fell. 602|But with the king came woeful war: his heart 602|Strangled with fear, for lo! not even with his sword 602|Slew the proud general in his own despite. 602|Then from his throne rose up that kinsman chief: 602|"Ye must depart; may ye no longer hope 602|To hold the camp, which I once built and made, 602|And in our exile, to be severed thence 602|By hand of brother. Long years past or late 602|Our home had been but tombs; had not the chiefs 602|Wandered with you a little in your steps. 602|Ay, surely now are nations gathered here 602|For vengeance and unrighteousness of war 602|That for the future ages shall endure. 602|Now ye be leaders; ye shall be chiefs, 602|The living, and the living free; the chieftain 602|Must be a god; the chain shall hold the reins 602|Of all my chariots, and the bow-man's spear 602|Fitting the noblest of his comrades' arms." 602|These words he spake: and others of his train 602|Drew back the chariots, and the steeds unbound; 602|And on his march with them, the chief, the king 602|Turned at the foe. And now the troops drew back 602|From battle, bearing on their shoulders stones 602|And saddles, and the remnant, who had fallen 602|By cruel fate. They knew their king and lords 602|Had broken rules; and from the western hills, 602|And from the sea, the mountain shore, rushed on 602|Breasting the foe, and in the dust lay dead 602|As perished many: and the mightiest men 602|Were from the citadel by Fate impelled 602|The victor-triumph. And again from forth 602|Beleaguering hosts of foe, to earth they hurled 602|Their armies: with their weapons overwhelmed 602|They fell. And now their weighty masses vast 602|Lay there; again, upon the opposing slopes 602|They smote their foes: and now all else was still 602|Save those who stood by one heroic soul. 602|First Caesar saw them 'neath the opening gates; 602|And in the midst the godlike Cato came, 602|G Cato the old, who ruled the world as king 602|Through war and bloodshed. Long before the world 602|Was Caesar's triumph! . . . He who first saw heaven 602|Routed the earth, on that defeat was proud 602|To stand again, the champion of the world, 602|And beat the standards down. The victors rushed 602|On Caesar. Crushed with him he placed his hosts 602|Upon the rampart. From his grasp they dropped 602|The standards, and his arms were snatched away. 602|Not from that moment could the living fall. 602|But Caesar saw the city, where he grasped 602|The conquering columns. It was as if fire 602|Had fallen upon it: and as peasants see 602|An eagle by the severed talons rent, 602|Which hangs a heavy cluster on the cliff 602|Until it drops and dies, so from the heights 602|Of adverse Fortune thrown his mangled foes 602|No more could retreating file their flight. 602|At once there rose up a storm of armed men 602|By deeds of death; and Caesar saw and sped 602|Upon his fortunes, and his arms laid bare 602|Beneath the blow; ======================================== SAMPLE 526 ======================================== 30501|For, out at the West, to the West-wind 30501|Came the great fleet of Spain. 30501|And the winds began to moan 30501|And the waves sprang up again, 30501|As they heard the great white foam 30501|Of the new-baptized sea, 30501|And the great white Abas, too, 30501|Heard the surf of that far-off day 30501|And the little green palacias 30501|Clump over the huge black keel 30501|And the rolling, ringing clew, 30501|And the great gun-flecked roll of the sea 30501|In a thousand knots, at the last, 30501|And the huge, red, roll of the huge green keel 30501|That knew the Invincible Armada 30501|Mad with the glory of victory, 30501|Came the great fleet of Spain. 30501|The wind rose in the black of the night 30501|And the great white bones of the sea 30501|Crept out in the gloom of the sea. 30501|"Search out for your lives," he said, 30501|"Ye mariners, out of the deep, 30501|For the coral reefs and the breakers to-night 30501|And the sands that the morning trod, 30501|For the fires that were kindled by the sun 30501|And the ships that the day rode on. 30501|"If not, if not, thou shalt win," 30501|He cried in a net out of place, 30501|And the great grey cross of the sea 30501|Seemed to smile as the goal he trod, 30501|And the great grey cross of the sea 30501|Clanged, and heaven waxed dauntless 30501|In the grey deep as he drew near, 30501|And he cried, as his heart leaped aflame 30501|Of a wonder, "Set England free 30501|In the first grey spray of the sea, 30501|And bring her home to my knee, 30501|That the sea-birds may not seek her 30501|Though the sea-birds build on the lea." 30501|_Now, if such a name we speak, 30501|England! if such name we bear, 30501|Whom we have not found but fear, 30501|England! if such name we speak, 30501|England! if such name we bear, 30501|England! if such name we bear, 30501|"_If such names we live, then let there be no fear_" 30501|_For England that she loves indeed 30501|That was not meant for England; we have watched 30501|And weighed in England's hours of need, 30501|And seen no more such wrack of fate 30501|Than that her own lips could relate 30501|For England: now no more she seems 30501|To hear such wrang of Fate as dreamed, 30501|Or that the tides of England sank 30501|Like spray of thunder down the years. 30501|No more the deep-strung sea-shell sighs 30501|Or fretful memories in her eyes, 30501|Or all that once had been her own, 30501|Or England's, now the heart's alone, 30501|Or England's, now no more she lies 30501|Asleep at dawn above her head 30501|Asleep; or as a phantom dead 30501|With eyes that never saw his own, 30501|But saw no more through sea and land 30501|His new design for that new land 30501|So full of fleet, so sudden-sweet, 30501|So full of love and beauty, all 30501|Could only die for England. 30501|But England was not born alone, 30501|But lived and died through love or hate, 30501|Though England was not born alone. 30501|Hither in all the years to come 30501|Her name is written like the dawn, 30501|And all men know that it is dawn 30501|In England, now the dawn is red 30501|And England is red-wet with gold 30501|Under the feet of one fair son. 30501|And this was made that England yet 30501|To love and hope, to stand and stand 30501|Betwixt her lover and his land ======================================== SAMPLE 527 ======================================== . The first part of the poem will point with a view to 1008|the manner in which Lovelace drew the Italian from the Italian. 1008|where the first part of the last, an alley between the stream of 1008|Florence. 1008|I went into the gloomy realms 1008|Of Acherus, and by the bitter sea was guided to the Acherus by 1008|my own son. Here he died, and beneath the heavy wave, on 1008|which I floated, I being left by him, to wait for the second 1008|race to come. Here he died, and beneath the heavy wave, 1008|where he sang "I die," in reiteration resembling the death of 1008|lovers in irrevocable verse. 1008|There is a sense in the Acherus as compared with the Acherus; and as 1008|else the Acherus and Acherus are remarkably alike, and both are 1008|the sons of the Aderides. 1008|The other principal sins of the Achaians in the Achaians are 1008|being avenged by Strophades. The Achaians are also guilty of 1008|their own father's death, and the Achaians are accused by the 1008|death of their comrade Andromache, his friend and patroness. 1008|She is usually referred to in the "Thidreksaga" or Acheron, and 1008|its chief literary figures in the Theban times are both 1008|accounted and written. 1008|Laertes is the story of Laertes, king of Ithaca, and is the 1008|priest of the poets among the Paestrians that have ever yet 1008|enlivened the Achaians, in the oracle which he gives to their 1008|"Sacred goddesses, and sacred goddesses, 1008|Pallas a goddess, and mystic goddesses 1008|A virgin goddess, and sacred sacred goddesses." 1008|Laertes, on the other hand, is entertaining both sea and 1008|foot-prints for the rest. 1008|Laertes' son presents the divine image in the Pythian 1008|face. 1008|revolving form in the manner of a picture or prayer-book, and 1008|picture, "Acherus." 1008|agreeable to a palace of the gods on a hill. 1008|Laertes is the only image which in the second half of the Achaian 1008|spirit were employed to signify the Isle of Achilles. 1008|sailing, and the whole legend runs beside the sea in which 1008|the Odyssey was told. 1008|Laertes is the hero of the Odyssey, a man of war and battle, like 1008|Laertes in Homer. 1008|Laertes, on the other hand, is as remarkable in the ships, as 1008|a beacon-tower in the games. 1008|Laertes says it must be one of the sea deities, a tribe 1008|course of gods. 1008|Laertes is the god of the Odyssey, and occupies the Boeotian 1008|reputation in a battle, and suggests to the Trojans their own 1008|warlike arts, and to prevent fresh retreat from Troy. 1008|Laertes is the hero of the Odyssey, and when he had come to be 1008|a god, the first to fear death, he threw a large stone at the 1008|battle of Laertes. The second was a stone, with a heavy 1008|stone, set on high over the rest. 1008|Laertes is the hero of the Odyssey, but his name is 1008|dreaded most in the seafaring ships. 1008|Laertes, on the other hand, is the hero of the hero's 1008|ambboring gibbous--Laertes is the type of the murderous 1008|warlike Laertes, who slew his father and flamed his mother as 1008|a god. 1008|Laertes has slain his father and flamed him on a bull for the 1008|boar to strip his hide of his hounds, and to cast a stone at the 1008|hero's head. Apollo's and Apollo's mother is Teiresias, the 1008|goddess of the chase. She is about to turn her spear ======================================== SAMPLE 528 ======================================== through the air. 4010|The sun was bright, bright was the sun, 4010|The sunbeam, as it past, 4010|The clouds dropp'd, and the wind was begun, 4010|And the horse was at last. 4010|The clouds were gone, the moon lay pale, 4010|The sunbeam still shone; 4010|And the horse and he, on horseback neighed, 4010|And neighed to the dreary moon, 4010|"O God of mercy!" was the prayer, 4010|The last in the field of morn. 4010|She gat both life and strength away, 4010|And the mornstar shone; 4010|But no lavson of the morn 4010|Was half so bright, so sweet, and born, 4010|As the sunbeam in her hand. 4010|She rode on a summer-seagirt steed, 4010|And, behold! did she herself appear 4010|In the lappe of a lady fair, 4010|Of velvet and silken gear? 4010|On a champaigne she sat her down, 4010|And made the journey smooth and straight, 4010|And a maiden rose in the self-same place, 4010|And a maiden came in the self-same time 4010|To a maiden fair of name. 4010|In the self-same track she came, and a maid 4010|Caught the breath of the trumpet's bray, 4010|And a maiden came in the self-same time 4010|To a maid, who came with the kist-starr'd mask, 4010|And the man in the russet gown, 4010|And the face of a lady fair, 4010|Went through into the chamber fair, 4010|And stood before the lily-white house, 4010|And look'd at the horses changed; 4010|And there, as the lady opened there, 4010|The fairest of maids was maid, 4010|With hair of the heather-white, and face of the lily-white, 4010|Arose and fell asleep again. 4010|The first and the latest are names of names, 4010|Each is but the other's names, 4010|The other's fair and the other's fair, 4010|The other's fair and the other's fair, 4010|With lips and eyes so beautiful, 4010|A star in heaven's heavens that seem to dwell; 4010|And the maiden who came with her babe on her knee, 4010|A star of the night that shone. 4010|The father and son and the wife are one, 4010|Their children and joys to be, 4010|The one of the two of the maidens, 4010|That were as the star in the sky 4010|And I saw them,--rose and lily-white, 4010|Rose and fell beneath the feet,-- 4010|And the father swayed and quailed, as a staff the tempest shailed, 4010|When the maiden turned away. 4010|As a tree in wooded branch, 4010|When the leaf is green, and the leaf is green, 4010|So the sight of that bird in the twig penanced to their sight, 4010|When the horse that bore them had part in their course at night, 4010|And the charger that took them I told them, nor said a word, 4010|But flew to a pleasant cote at the farm's smoking wall, 4010|And there the maids and youths in their gladness lay, 4010|The house was full of hounds, and plenty of game 4010|For the maids who were with them. 4010|And the knight of magnificent journeys and hardy sports, 4010|When the horse that bore them had part in their course 4010|On their steed came back again, with a great stride and shout, 4010|And "Now, now, good Sir, what are you doing there?" 4010|They lift the bridle with haste, and out into the air, 4010|Across the meadow right side, and the house they guide. 4010|She looked on the castle eagerly, 4010|And her heart it throbb'd as her pulses grew, 4010|And her eyes were fix'd on the far-off sands of ======================================== SAMPLE 529 ======================================== , of thy works first Physician told. 228|This omen, that in future years to rise 228|Great Jove himself, shall soon her race confound, 228|And both we, the best men in the skies, 228|Condemn in bloody dust, and make to ground. 228|For see, the earth beneath us weeps away, 228|The stars of night, and the expected day. 228|Now Phoebe, by the care of Jove be tried, 228|A mortal sacrifice before us laid: 228|All, all, for thee, and ev'ry friend beside. 228|For thee a son has oft made many a pray'r; 228|And, when her sons are absent, thou art nigh. 228|Be that thy wish the treasur'd town to crown, 228|And with a bullock and a bullock slay. 228|Grant that one lord, one city to restore. 228|The wretched queen demands our aid in vain." 228|Thus having said, he seiz'd his ev'ry bow, 228|And shot in empty air; and to the crowd 228|Gates, and the empty arrows flew below. 228|The queen, who saw the wretch her race confus'd, 228|The bottom widen'd and the channel clos'd. 228|Then Mnestheus, and the great Arcesilas, 228|And brave Messapus, follow'd in his train: 228|Not one of all the num'rous warriors lost 228|In shameful havoc to the town bewail'd. 228|The crowd, dispers'd, their crooked arrows miss; 228|The crowd assails, and every voice resounds. 228|So, while the Trojan and their hopes rely, 228|Their crooked swords, with brazen clubs they try. 228|A num'rous crowd, behind, begin the game, 228|With weapons well-pair'd, and with lances trim. 228|Their strength, their weapons, in their numbers fall; 228|But Mnestheus only sees their speed at all. 228|The war was raging at their side, and each, 228|By two-edged swords well-wounded, sought his death; 228|Bold Mnestheus shouted forth for fight, and thus 228|The Trojan and the warring Trojans spoke: 228|"Shame on ye Greeks, Lavinian blood! who run 228|So fast through Troy, and from her walls look down! 228|Shall we, as yet not aid the vanquished son? 228|Now, while we hope, shall Troy to ruin fall, 228|And fall in flames, as now we look on wall. 228|And if this hand should fall, I know too well: 228|For Jove commands, and we agree, to fall. 228|Let us return, and to the town convey 228|The victor to a pleasing Latian bay." 228|To whom she thus: "Of fear you part the prey." 228|She said: and Pallas with a frown replied; 228|"Haste, and (not doing what I judge aright) 228|The town itself, your royal town betide. 228|For this, the time is come, no longer stay; 228|Yet have I cause to seek my native shore; 228|Nor have I force to gain the town again; 228|But, since by Juno's pray'rs alone we gain." 228|She said: and, speaking, she withdrew the stain. 228|As when a wolf in woods, or lion, roams 228|The Latian boar, who thund'rer all the woods; 228|Disdains, and, with his eager huntsmen, keeps 228|By turns his hold; now here and there he bounds 228|With hunger, from afar, and scuds no more; 228|So from the town she fled, and, banish'd from their sight, 228|Her fate in madd'ning streams to seek her father's place, 228|And there was left the heav'nly sign, the sign of human race. 228|A mighty rock her father once sustain'd, an elm, and high; 228|And Juno, fir'd with labours to fulfil her son's decree, 228|From thence a sylvan, old, and gloomy rock adjoin'd: 228|A gloomy grove, forlorn and desart of the swain. 228|A sylvan seat, and ev'ry sylvan seat is thine: ======================================== SAMPLE 530 ======================================== , 14019|And every knight who saw the light, 14019|Arose, to meet the Dane King there, 14019|King of Denmark's kindred dear. 14019|The sun was sinking in the west, 14019|The day, returning, had attained its height. 14019|He saw the Christian host draw nigh. 14019|And as a cloud of clouds the sky 14019|Falls in some storm without a breeze, 14019|The light breaks, and the shades, and trees 14019|Grow green beneath the heavy rain. 14019|Upon the earth sank down the sun, 14019|Yet shone the moon with fear and gold; 14019|Below, the waves washed white with heat, 14019|And, round the sun, the fleet and fleet 14019|Went circling with a murmur fleet 14019|Like travellers who, with steady tread, 14019|Pursue the road that winds around, 14019|Or, on the darkling ocean's brink, 14019|Cross over cliff and river-bed, 14019|And through the storm-rack of the deep 14019|The shining sunbeam shines in vain, 14019|And on the bridge-rails, broken, fell, 14019|The lamp of heaven sends a deadly light; 14019|The lightest waves the sunbeam whiten, 14019|The darkest wave the sea-gulls madden. 14019|The first breeze blew and sang above: 14019|"The night, the day is well nigh spent, 14019|The foe is yielding to our lot, 14019|Our kingdom lost is in an hour, 14019|By fight and capture half forgot." 14019|Upon a morn, when the King's wrath arose, 14019|The land-seat was filled and his people chose; 14019|The sea-gulls mewed beneath their blows, 14019|And the waves fell with foam on the Saxon's breast, 14019|And the sea-drift rushed with a boundless gust, 14019|And he stood up and cheered with his sweetheart, 14019|While his own carbuncles flashed and flashed. 14019|Said the King, "Hence with thy loyal soul, 14019|Thy friends and kindred, hence, disgraced! 14019|Thou hast lost, at last, my promised goal, 14019|Thyself, my child, my all." Then spake the Emir, 14019|"Fair and great art thou, and great the loss. 14019|Thou needest not the golden lance, 14019|But I would fain be knight and proffer, 14019|To take thee on my shield, of thy best, I swear." 14019|Said the hoar King: "Thy father doth declare 14019|This to my comrades, and my kin that go." 14019|When the Emir heard, he was grieved full sore; 14019|He pressed his hand upon his heart, and said 14019|He would not die at Ronceval's side. 14019|He spake: "O brother, all too long, too late 14019|Of this great travail I bequeathed thee hate, 14019|My nephew, my pride, and my brother, 14019|Whose heart is broken with penance long." 14019|Aloud he cried: "O noble brother, 14019|Thou, who by a single blow wert slain, 14019|My life and lordhood, whom I love with life, 14019|Thou art my man, my death and ruin, 14019|My birth and death; now wilt thou not stay 14019|Till I have done thee these but sorry gains? 14019|When I have done thee what thou wert before, 14019|Thou shalt not leave me, O thou noble dead!" 14019|"I would," he answer, "if I might be freed, 14019|And thou hast perished at the last!... My name, 14019|Thy father in the fields, alas! has lied! 14019|I have no joy in death for all this land, 14019|But I must die, that I may die with thee." 14019|The Archbishop said: "O brother mine, 14019|For our dear father now thou art mine. 14019|Now for thy valor, thy chivalrous line, 14019|And ======================================== SAMPLE 531 ======================================== from the earth,--from grasses green to gravel,-- 31919|And the sun shines warm on the old man's dwelling, 31919|For the moon and his two fair stars he loveth, 31919|And the sun shines warm on the old man's dwelling. 31919|And there came a silver-fringed heron, 31919|A golden-breasted argent arrow, 31919|That shot sharp poison thro' his necromancy 31919|Like lightning through the summer-columned earth-- 31919|And he came to the bow of his sweet lady, 31919|Laughing aloud with the sweet creature's mirth-- 31919|Ah! love in all things is a small small sorrow 31919|Born out of little thoughts that vanish even 31919|In our being, and the sea's deep-rolling wave 31919|Born out of nothing--but a little loving, 31919|And the moon's light and the sun's arrowing: 31919|And the stars being all there in the heavens, 31919|And the moon's long rays and the sun's light; 31919|All these were, in the world,--all, all for him,-- 31919|Who hath taken them--and is king, for him! 31919|The hunter sat on the hillside bare; 31919|His ax shone bright in the noon-day light; 31919|The painted flowers turned to red and fair 31919|To thrill his soul with delight. 31919|The stream went by; bright, passionless, 31919|It sang to the breeze, it played, 31919|For many had fallen to dream and die 31919|On the hillside fair and mild; 31919|But a single gleam of the gold-flower flowers 31919|Gone with it to the pool. 31919|For many were dead who feared to die; 31919|And the green-mantled apple-tree 31919|Whose beauty is dead who loved so well; 31919|The deep-hewn petals so firm and cold 31919|Smooth thro' rough stone that is smooth enrolled 31919|In the way of the world,--all, all past by leaves, 31919|Dead with the last year's mould. 31919|So we saw the last year's embers pass, 31919|Saw the last light's dying beams, 31919|We saw the last rose of the first year's bloom 31919|Shine on white ashes of the dream-- 31919|That is the end's bright gem. 31919|O little flowers, in your beauty die, 31919|But from the dust apart, 31919|The spirit of your beauty is gone, 31919|Fade when the day is done. 31919|Gone? Nay, but the earth keeps after you 31919|The new and the old; 31919|Why are you here, when the stars are gone, 31919|That is the end's bright gold? 31919|"Forget me not," a summer said, 31919|"Nor be forlorn, I ween, 31919|For I am with you here at night, 31919|And you with me in queenly light." 31919|Yet for a little while we thought 31919|As thro' our eyes there stole 31919|The new and the old unheeding smile, 31919|The old cry of a single child. 31919|"Forget me not," a summer said, 31919|"Nor be forlorn, I ween; 31919|For I am with you, when the dead 31919|Shall leave you while you may-- 31919|For I am with you, and you are king, 31919|And I shall never be a thing." 31919|Yet, little children, on that day 31919|Each year has brought the passing guest 31919|To haunt you with a tale untold, 31919|And many a wondrous tale untold. 31919|The days that are to come are gone, 31919|And all the birds with timbrel sweet 31919|Fly to and fro as fit to greet 31919|The wandering stranger as he flees 31919|Whither he deems the brightening prize, 31919|And dreams of one to come with her, 31919|And one to go on banishment, 31919|And one to die a summer's death. 31919|Then, ======================================== SAMPLE 532 ======================================== and to-day: 1382|You are to me as all men are to you, 1382|You are so great that nothing in my heart 1382|Is seen. 1382|Here is a man to me. I must be strange. 1382|There is no other in the world so wide 1382|As I, and feel that nothing at my heart 1382|Is ever with such torture in the soul, 1382|Not to be touched with such a joy of life 1382|And all such love. I know that I shall fail 1382|To be the shadow of a thing so blind 1382|That I can never think of it, and die. 1382|I can but marvel how men dare not fear 1382|To try to have the vision, or to find 1382|An end for which all men are most inclined; 1382|This is the end for which the weak are blind. 1382|I tell you that their purpose is made plain 1382|Of love that is their burden, and for whom 1382|The end is touched that is not granted them. 1382|I feel that love has not been wholly vain. 1382|But this I know, that, if they will, they go 1382|And I shall choose, and they will I shall choose, 1382|I could begin this morning with the dawn. 1382|So, in the second evening, I shall hold 1382|A place that comes more closely to my heart, 1382|And that is all that must be given us. 1382|But in their fullness might it be but once, 1382|Now, if they will, their heart in mine should choose, 1382|Even as a man might save his life from death. 1382|I know that, if the living must make choice, 1382|They must fulfil their destiny through life 1382|And die. 1382|The stars smile, and the sun shines bright 1382|Yea, and the sea's breath stirring white, 1382|And, as it is with silvery foam, 1382|Fires of sun and breeze a-shine, 1382|And all the seas with laughing song 1382|Bidding together, so they will, 1382|The love of this great whole of ill 1382|Unto the very bourgeoning; 1382|The love of this great whole of ill, 1382|And its delight and calm which can 1382|Dawn like the day and make men glad 1382|By the soul's gladness, 1382|This love, I know. 1382|And you say, the stars are bright. 1382|And mine to be the smallest blight 1382|Of our being, our life's lesser date; 1382|And my life's meaning is that they 1382|Touch only for the final date 1382|Of our existence; and, in spite, 1382|They still are there whom we forget. 1382|And I who have made you and loved you, none other. 1382|I have loved you, have envied you, 1382|I have trod between my God and the sun; 1382|I have revelled in your pure sky, 1382|In their glory, your melody, 1382|Praised for you and your melody; 1382|I have been lifted in the mire; 1382|I have seen the splendour of your fire, 1382|I have heard the cry as of a stricken sire, 1382|And I have prayed that I might die, 1382|That there might be no wrong in heaven; 1382|And at the altar the last priest, even, 1382|Having chosen your part of the earth, 1382|May cry, "For me, I give my soul to seek heaven!" 1382|And at the shrine the bridegroom, even, 1382|Every hour shall bring the wedding-ring 1382|And at the altar the Lord shall say, 1382|"I give my soul to seek it, I give God the same." 1382|And at the altar the Lord shall say, 1382|"I give it me, O my Lord, and thou, 1382|O my life's meaning, my life's joy, my life-right, my joy!" 1382|So it befell, and I am the bridegroom; 1382|I give you the heart to be your bride, 1382|I give ======================================== SAMPLE 533 ======================================== the whole. 18500|Be that your carelessness, that does increase, 18500|And mine the loss, that does our joys confound; 18500|We will not count what some few years use, 18500|Ere this warm life is fled; 18500|Such health, such love, such peace, as we do give, 18500|As do your own and others' wants commend; 18500|But if to you one gift, or if you make one, 18500|We all, for one, rich sums will all be spent in. 18500|When first the white-thumped starts my moping mare, 18500|An' sends you half a man to work his share; 18500|Bud niver thocht speir't that, an' that, an' that, 18500|An' niver thocht to thry your mither's he'rt. 18500|At length, quoth I, says I, says I, says I, 18500|The cruel'st part what's call'd in braw an' braw: 18500|Sae wad you mak a muckle job wad do it, 18500|But noo I'll just be suit'd; for sune as you 18500|I mean to mak a muckle better do it. 18500|But sune, quoth I, says I, says I, says I, 18500|Gin a' that, I can do nae mair wi' less, 18500|I'll be content wi' scant the gowd to fill, 18500|Thro a' the seas I'll mak my muckle paunger. 18500|But for the dear fause fa' that I fa' to say, 18500|I'll bless the hand that taks a stranger's way; 18500|God bless me for the ae guid giverie, 18500|That to me gaen trust; 18500|An' that the deil may hae the luck to dree, 18500|It wad be meikle neglect. 18500|Then fare you well, ye gallants gay, 18500|On a' the earth kens food an' gay; 18500|An' dinna blaw your banes alane, 18500|But rather let them taste the plain, 18500|Let them beg on, an' 'till they dee on, 18500|Till they be little lasses free 18500|As ye hae proved but they should be; 18500|Then fare you well, 18500|My bonny lassie, an' a' my gear, 18500|An' fare you well, auld Cloots a', dear; 18500|Dule an' the wale, an' jads an' fecht, 18500|Till ye be Martin as some sot a'; 18500|Ye'll find nae sweeter in my tale 18500|Than bonny lasses at the pale. 18500|A kind, an' gentle heart is thine, 18500|When a' the drinney muckle's o'er; 18500|But deil ane wad be in thy line, 18500|Ere ither's deil a wee an' more. 18500|The lowe lamb, the wale o' care, 18500|Gie me the hour o' thee to share; 18500|But better hangs the hour o' pain, 18500|Than langest dowie law or plain. 18500|Weel done, my babie, lassie dear! 18500|Frae morn to e'en, God bless you a'! 18500|An' may peace on the water geal, 18500|For ne'er a furlough shall ye hear 18500|Sae saftly as ye fling your pail 18500|At a' your wa's, 18500|Frae my right shoulder tak a hitch 18500|And lay it doublin' ower your f abs. 18500|Tak my right hand, my bonny mou', 18500|Our solemn contract; 18500|An' if it please your God to save 18500|The countryside, 18500|May He be your ain sodger too, 18500|And only He careth for you. 18500|May He bless ilk bonnie lad 18500|That's ======================================== SAMPLE 534 ======================================== |The old house on the hill, the house of the sleeper 29993|That the children so fear and so bless 29993|Thee, the old house of the stranger! 29993|The old house is at the door, 29993|It peimmers out and in, 29993|I am going out to hear and see it once more, 29993|I will tell by its light the room, 29993|I will tell them the story, I will tell them the story, 29993|I will tell them the tale of it all 29993|The long, dark night of the winter night. 29993|There was a man that made us kites 29993|That flew a fox skin after dogs, 29993|A reindeer in the copse and brake, 29993|A little horse worn comfortable, he 29993|Whose whole-day's work was well worth while 29993|And lazily he made his pile 29993|All round the village. 29993|When the sun finished 29993|The old house was afire, they were 29993|Taking something for a rest. 29993|The chimneys smelt of sand and sun 29993|And blew dry leaves about the place, 29993|And smoke from the chimneys hid the lace 29993|And smelt of wood from neighboring trees. 29993|There was a man there going to tell 29993|The story of the house of the baker. 29993|He went alone to his death-watch, 29993|When the fire was out, and the chimneys talked 29993|Of the times of "Darkness," the times of "peace," 29993|And the times of "trouble," the times of "peace," 29993|When naught but smoke was abroad, to seek 29993|The woman who had it. 29993|There was wife and children waiting by 29993|In the graveyard, waiting to hear the cry 29993|Of a corpse-sweat in the windy cry 29993|"I am dying for the husband!" 29993|On the road to Avignon. A farm 29993|Came down across by the gutter water, 29993|With a smell of cooking and supper for food 29993|And only a comb to cover the sheaves. 29993|The smell of hot flesh from the kettle came 29993|More like a rose than aught that was there, 29993|A sharp smoke hanging from the hearth, 29993|A smell of cooking and supper for prayer. 29993|A child went forth to seek for food 29993|And only a comb to wrap him round; 29993|When he found no comb but the fox horns, he 29993|Thought of only the comb and the comb and the comb. 29993|He took the comb from the heap and made a tune 29993|To blow the coppers off like a breeze on the pane; 29993|Then he climbed the hill and searched about, 29993|And climbed till he came to a low stone-set stone, 29993|To which, as he climbed, the Woman he made 29993|In the shape of a woman that dripped from the tree 29993|And the hair of the corpse from the windy limb. 29993|With a hollow sound, and a sigh, and a look, 29993|He climbed the hill to a tall, white moon, 29993|And wandered in the dark, to find who they were, 29993|The woman that had it. 29993|He saw a man, 29993|Up the dark edge of the long, black beard, 29993|With a lumpy face and a frown of his nose, 29993|And a mouth that said "How do you suppose 29993|This is a devil--you see? I know not!" 29993|He lifted his voice in a wild discord-- 29993|A sound as of thunders that madden and perplex; 29993|For he stood unseen and he saw not. 29993|"You are a fox, I tell you, friend--pass on. 29993|Oh, I am not in hell, surely! I have a wife, 29993|And that's not the way to go; it seems to-night." 29993|He raised his voice. He heard the great bell's warning; 29993|A face like an angel's, a shadow like a sin, 29993|A stony face, yet a heaven dark and holy! ======================================== SAMPLE 535 ======================================== s the deep-sunken sunburnt head, 24216|That still retains its proper hue, 24216|And still doth rise above the blue? 24216|The silver moon is _hush'd_, we know, 24216|But she lives on, _a moonlight foe_. 24216|And when her colors fade away, 24216|And the sad soul looks out astray, 24216|The weeping shell shall live in peace,-- 24216|The golden-crown'd, the gilded Moon, 24216|Like a glad lily, in the sun, 24216|Behold a gleaming, silver ring, 24216|From the sad shell and silver stems, 24216|Telling of joy to every one. 24216|And when she weeps from out the Sun, 24216|And her tears fall as diamonds, shed, 24216|What once and only then she mourn'd, 24216|When her tears fell, in golden flood. 24216|In the still Lake she tells her beads, 24216|Her eyes, her floating hair, her beads, 24216|The dusky-like, the gleaming pearls, 24216|As she watch'd the moon go down the sky, 24216|Musing on the golden-haloed light, 24216|And the golden eve behind her white, 24216|And to that soft air, so still and bright, 24216|Tho' her soft arms were still and cold, 24216|To those sparkling eyes so deep and deep, 24216|The tear of sadness on her cheek. 24216|Oft did the still night-voice that flows 24216|Over the glimmering lake repose 24216|With its murmurous stirrucent tone, 24216|Like a murmur soft and calm, to those 24216|Whose tears, and sighs of pain are blown. 24216|And when the waves, with all their force, 24216|And the storm lulls them to its trance, 24216|Oft the heart, like a restless bird, 24216|Sings a sultry hymn unheard. 24216|All the night have I watched and wept, 24216|All the day have I yearn'd and wept, 24216|All the night have I sat and wept, 24216|All the night have wept--all the day! 24216|When her golden hair, 24216|Grown unwaided, 24216|Veils, and deep her eyes, 24216|Like the stars, arise; 24216|Oft have I caught her 24216|Voice, yet cannot tell 24216|How that peeping bell 24216|Ringing for her. 24216|I have mark'd her sleeping 24216|In her snowy white hand, 24216|In her pretty white dress, 24216|In her snowy white slippers, 24216|On her breast, which glowed 24216|Like a mountain water. 24216|Oft have I admir'd her, 24216|And admire her white neck, 24216|Soft and lily-white, 24216|In its slender white snow-white 24216|Culling into diamond gems; 24216|And in gaudy white, 24216|With a gold-like light, 24216|Like the star of morning, 24216|Beautiful, and bright, 24216|Clad in gorgeous dainty, 24216|Blended with the night. 24216|Hither turn your gliding eyes, 24216|First behold those lovely breasts-- 24216|There where all the spring-vows rise. 24216|And the heart is glad, O Youth! 24216|And the world is young, and bright, 24216|And the fruitage green, 24216|Like the golden buds of Morn, 24216|Like the pearls of Morn, 24216|Like the pearls of Morn. 24216|The Summer-look, so short, so sweet, 24216|The lily with the Spring-look cheeks, 24216|The rosy-bud--all pack and pack 24216|Of flowers which Nature to herself 24216|Exhralment, seems--a very dream!-- 24216|As I gaze on them, 24216|With those eyes of youth, 24216|Under the fair skies 24216|Of boyhood, which for ======================================== SAMPLE 536 ======================================== |And the bright star of beauty shone, 24869|And he with joyous eye surveyed 24869|Our lowly cottage on the road, 24869|And saw its beauties on the road, 24869|Its gliding hill, its gentle tide. 24869|And hearing wept the lords who led, 24869|And Sítá too with her they eyed, 24869|Forth hurried all without delay 24869|The princely dame, the charioteer, 24869|And saw her on the farther way, 24869|And heard the matron’s gentle voice 24869|Whose every word was sweetly spoke. 24869|They knew the dame at length restored 24869|The treasure which her lord had stored 24869|Within the hermit’s chamber bare, 24869|And there his darling queen he found. 24869|He came and took the gift she gave, 24869|And then with love to him she clave, 24869|The love which this good dame may claim, 24869|The lady’s love of Ráma’s dame, 24869|And Ráma’s dame who loves the dame. 24869|With love and joy the prince he eyed, 24869|And saw the lovely lady’s side 24869|With loving hands upraised to greet 24869|The hero with the kind embrace, 24869|Thus gently to his longing ear 24869|Those gentle words of welcome clear: 24869|“Thou hast in truth, my lord, attained 24869|Victory, victory, and Ioy he gained, 24869|And I, in aught my fame assured, 24869|Will to Ayodhyá turn and yield. 24869|But still to thee, O Prince, I yearn, 24869|And I thy faithful love will learn. 24869|If thou, O Raghu’s son, delight 24869|In winning grace and bliss like me, 24869|Thy heart for me thy love will gain, 24869|And I thy faithful wife shall gain. 24869|For if thou, happy, free, and blest, 24869|On me thy fond affection pressed, 24869|When thy dear lord, my husband, meet, 24869|I never may his glances meet, 24869|Nor may my kisses on thee fleet. 24869|Now all this time thy lord shall keep 24869|Thy dear embraces all in sleep. 24869|Soon, dearest love, thy life resign, 24869|And thou, O Prince, with pleasure, thine.” 24869|He spoke, and all the people sighed 24869|As thus with tender converse cheered, 24869|When with his hand his wife he led, 24869|And to the hermit spake advised: 24869|“Now, Ráma, let the hero spend 24869|Among the Gods his days entire, 24869|And with his brother and himself 24869|Be chosen Ráma’s Hermit’s bower. 24869|Then in the purest water bring 24869|And drink the lovely Śarabá, 24869|Until with all thy strength he tire 24869|Of this same water-lilies fair. 24869|And let the river-nymph forget 24869|To guard the source where Ráma stands, 24869|And Lakshmaṇ too, O mighty-armed, 24869|The waters of the river-side. 24869|That deep and lovely water lave 24869|And with all waters beautify 24869|And bathe them in the stream, and I 24869|Will bring them with me, as I crave, 24869|Into the pleasant river-side. 24869|Then with the Gods shalt thou ascend 24869|Where’er I turn my steps, and thou 24869|Shalt see the river pass, and then 24869|The pleasant stream become the road. 24869|And I, as Ráma stands to-day, 24869|Will let the little sandal take 24869|And with the Gods return and slay 24869|These swans as swift with drum and lance 24869|As in their flight to the fishy dance: 24869|These glorious peers, shall each be thine, 24869|And so, O famous Lord, in thee ======================================== SAMPLE 537 ======================================== from the house 16452|Of wise Ulysses, who, with deep-design, 16452|Arrived on themes of evil, thus address'd: 16452|To yon bright throne, within yon orchard-crown, 16452|I have entomb'd my son; he shall impart 16452|His safe return, if so he may, and send 16452|Achilles, or if such his will prevailed. 16452|So saying, he gave the captive swift away. 16452|The Goddess, from the nave apart, releas'd 16452|The spoils, and to the city cast them forth 16452|On Ida, which his steeds detain'd with ropes 16452|Of oxen; thence to Ilium now retired. 16452|Thence the herald to his royal dome repair'd, 16452|Leaving the gates; he sought the palace couch, 16452|But found not there, till on the marble pavement 16452|Of his high-gated Thebes he sat, his sons 16452|All weeping, and his city-walls adored. 16452|There in bright armor of bright glittering brass 16452|Achilles lay; next, the Achaians, those 16452|Frequent and whole, frequented the fight, 16452|And on the city of their King's abode 16452|At home. Meantime the city-walls were wrapt 16452|In thickets of destruction; the broad streets 16452|Were razed with multitudes, who, at the sight 16452|Of all conferr'd, ran murmuring in their flight. 16452|There at the gates Achaians and the host 16452|Of Ilium, threatening in firm opposition, 16452|Began to drag the barrier high, yet pause 16452|The war, and all the ramparts, as they flew, 16452|Left the wall's verge, or gained repose. The son 16452|Of Saturn, at their head, the golden sable-stoled 16452|Sat on his throne, and his revolving face 16452|Athwart the moon's full orb, all tears bedew'd, 16452|And the whole multitude to council led, 16452|And for their safety of much wo deplored 16452|Their leaders. On the threshold of the gates 16452|They left him ere he reach'd them; then the sound 16452|Of pouring, and of mingling tongues arose. 16452|First, fiery Pallas from the skies began, 16452|And thus the Goddess azure-eyed began. 16452|Oh Goddess, gracious to my prayer! what hosts 16452|Of woes, in number though number'd, fill the plain 16452|With multitudes, to cope with the proud steeds 16452|Of Æmus. Thou, at the first ranks of war, 16452|Grant me eleven such to prove, and such 16452|As thou shalt be in number more, and less 16452|To cause both strife, than to refrain from war. 16452|To whom the Sovereign of the radiant shafts. 16452|Pallas with glory of superior art, 16452|The blue-eyed Goddess thus; bright Phoebus, thou 16452|Hast sent me from Olympus on my way. 16452|But if thou couldst my arms (immortal aid 16452|I claim) revive, and that thy brass embrace 16452|Might be the gift of Pluto, I forewarn, 16452|That, even this day, I never should offend 16452|Thee more, and binding firm thy golden bands 16452|Leave thee alive to cope with Troy, nor fear 16452|Thy foes at hand. So should they hence conduct 16452|Thy safety to their sire, who knows how near 16452|All others are to those of our command. 16452|To whom the silver-footed Goddess thus. 16452|Hero! with patience bear; but me the task 16452|Eloquacious, to ensure a son the most 16452|Of my right mischievous. Thou shalt destroy 16452|The city with thy bloody hands, and I 16452|Shall be no more a leader, such my joy 16452|To whom my bow and shafts have owed me oft. 16452|And thou, my friend! since never such a crime 16452|Remits us, deem not that I once was swift 16452|To ======================================== SAMPLE 538 ======================================== |And if, when past his childhood, he 8672|Behold the grave is not so green; 8672|As if, he was the heir of all; 8672|The last of his dear children two, 8672|In the same boat to which he came: 8672|Their images he hath in frame, 8672|As firm as ever; filled with light; 8672|To whom the sky is as the field, 8672|And earth beneath the surface shew; 8672|As if, when all is said and done, 8672|And when, at last, their place was won. 8672|So, when the earth no longer bears 8672|The image of true worth and worth, 8672|O! may we all, with hearts like these, 8672|Be truly called into the earth; 8672|But let not, let not us, forget 8672|The vision of that perfect man-- 8672|One hour of earth--one human span, 8672|One wheel of heaven, which here we see 8672|Through all eternity's transfiguring, 8672|Or one short sphere of liquid paper, 8672|Rolling in all its endless monotones 8672|From one small ring to one far corner 8672|Of earth's last regiment! 8672|So in the days of boyhood's time, 8672|When Nature gave to him her prime, 8672|I knelt at gaze, and with me held; 8672|And bowed my head beneath his hand, 8672|And listened to the sounds that fell 8672|Like chaff from out the reeds of song; 8672|Until it seemed a noisy throng 8672|Of merry birds went by, and then, 8672|As if some happy madrigals 8672|Were there, as if some wondrous things 8672|Were caught by laughing birds again. 8672|I walked along, and scarce could see 8672|The faint gold lines of trees that stand 8672|On boughs I stooped to hear, and then 8672|I stood and gazed upon the ground; 8672|I knelt, and all I saw and felt 8672|Was joy without a pain or flaw, 8672|Without a hope or fear; 8672|And all at once a life of joy 8672|And rapture left me, like a boy, 8672|Who feels a moment's sense of bliss 8672|Draw near, and close, and draw his breath 8672|And catch it ere he dies: 8672|And I knelt, and felt it too. 8672|I was a child, then lifted up 8672|My eyes for heaven, and saw the earth 8672|No larger than my home; 8672|And in my flesh the glory shone 8672|Which joy or sorrow cannot tell, 8672|Or cause the pain that villains feel 8672|To tell them it was love. 8672|And there my youth lay waked and woke 8672|To truth from a delicious trance; 8672|And here I knelt with mother's eyes, 8672|And here I kissed them, and there cried, 8672|With lips pressed close to mine and one 8672|Whose kiss inspired the whole world through, 8672|"O! loved of ever, love for ever! 8672|Love that alone for ever dwells-- 8672|That only lives for ever!" 8672|All day I hear the wind go by 8672|Like the voice of one a-weary of the sea; 8672|Through the long day I hear it, and its sighings stir 8672|Some music in the waterfalls, and over me, 8672|Like the voice of one in prayer, it sings in every tree; 8672|And in the broad, noon-sunless noon-sun, I behold 8672|My mother's face, her two hands clasped; and then, 8672|Turned to one side, she looks into the sea, 8672|And seems to trust and wait. Far up, far up, 8672|I see the sea against the sky, and then, 8672|As if the sky had heart enough to say, 8672|Two hands clasped hands, and then they clasped and then 8672|As if they had known what winds must say again, 8672|How some day it must end! 8672|My mother's ======================================== SAMPLE 539 ======================================== .] 25340|Lives of the Greek language. The address, evidently made by Mr. 25340|Jupiter in B.Brins's time, to the lips of Ennius, concerning the 25340|Odius.] 25340|Fletcher's statue and statue: 25340|But let the reverend bard survive,[E] 25340|Who died, and no one mourns as he lived.] 25340|"O mighty Cretans! I am left alone 25340|Here to lament and soothe in vain my lone; 25340|With me the night remaining to begin 25340|Those glorious days in a new glorious year. 25340|"Oft have I been thy votary, and sought 25340|Where'er the rose blooms, and the lily is caught; 25340|There, the blue violet, and the poppy bright,[G] 25340|The glowing opal, the violet by light; 25340|And still as kind and as fair visions call 25340|To my sad heart, I'll join the eternal thrall. 25340|"Methought, in order once more I stood 25340|Where many a famous image spread on earth; 25340|And found, alas! three destined to die, 25340|By the cold hand of death, wherever it went! 25340|My tears, my sighs, my blood were all that e'er 25340|From the proud earth were borne to heaven or hell! 25340|And now my soul shall own the name of care, 25340|And with a tender and a grateful prayer, 25340|To her lov'd people here return no more!" 25340| This fact was probably the general notion of the poet's birth, that 25340|The chief employment of the poet is at present the joy of expiring 25340|"And mark what deeds the conqueror sings, 25340|What is the conquest, and what conquers?" 25340|"O'er many a realm the warrior trod!" 25340|To every region of the sky 25340|The incense of the evening sigh.-- 25340|Now day and night no more for rest, 25340|The Pleiads, with their darkling train, 25340|As, on the fleeting air they pass, 25340|Look down upon the sleepy town; 25340|Now, the blue fields, the hill, the stream, 25340|The moon, the clear, clear morning dream. 25340|And we, who oft have witness'd, where 25340|The world of waters dimly seen, 25340|Where the pale phantoms of the dead 25340|Lent to the hours their chilling shade, 25340|We should repose in the shade 25340|Of the sweet eve, when, o'er the wave 25340|Gentle BACCHE, from the neighbouring vale, 25340|Spread her wan light, and slumbers in the dark,-- 25340|The light, the wind, the gale, that ever blows 25340|Toward that gray promontory, 25340|Ever, where'er our wandering feet have trod, 25340|The wind is always there for God. 25340|Oh, how my heart could keep a watchful station, 25340|The fixed, inquisitive ten million eyes 25340|(The most beheld of all the human race), 25340|The eye of wisdom and the heart of grace; 25340|For, surely, what could this vain world afford 25340|To change so soon its real prospect' board? 25340|'Twas there, 'tis there, before our vision lay, 25340|When suddenly a strange and sullen ray 25340|Broke through the leaden roof, and left the floor 25340|Ran with conflicting blasts, which, for a period, 25340|Left no foundation-stones and walls to blaze. 25340|There in the centre stood the Fishes play; 25340|The great Arcturus rose o'er them in wrath; 25340|The clouds began to frown, and to be gay 25340|The wind grew westering, and the weather ruffling: 25340|Each grove and plain had been a dungeon damp, 25340|Each hill and dale a platform from the abyss 25340|Where hell's sworn champions their surest guard had been. 25340|Oh! the wild heart and galloping in man 25340|To the ======================================== SAMPLE 540 ======================================== ; 23972|He has been to college in the same district, 23972|In which he is said to have been known. 23972|That staccato surgeon in Lemana 23972|Is the same that was called The Big Bell, 23972|In his second year, he being sent back 23972|To Leipzig, where he was expert 23972|In healing the sick cattle. 23972|To this end 23972|He was brought along by H. P. K., 23972|Was dressed in a black cravat; 23972|And, instead of a red fur fringed stalk, 23972|Was given a blue sash tied round his neck. 23972|His coat was of red sable, 23972|His nose was of sable, his eyes lacked the light, 23972|His speech was of sable, his blood ran cold, 23972|And his mare was considered among the boys 23972|Who were playing during the summer. 23972|There he sat--the Maria and the Theodore-- 23972|He has been to college in the rain. 23972|He has been to college in the rain, 23972|And, when the sick cattle are in the cattle, 23972|He has come to a place where the rain will find him; 23972|Where the rime will not make many crying. 23972|He has tried to turn his head up like a cane, 23972|And he has been to France this spring. 23972|A lady left her house and walked about, 23972|Her manner and her bearing were all deflowed. 23972|She thought of something out. 23972|Sometimes 23972|She thought, perhaps, 23972|Of how the rabbits run at the big barn door 23972|In days when spring was in the air. 23972|This done she blew up a silver whistle 23972|And after that she laid three golden eggs. 23972|And then she went to the barn to look for her. 23972|She went to the store-room where, last year, she had sat 23972|For a month in flower or bird, rose the beech tree. 23972|She went to the window to see what her soul desired, 23972|He watched her every day. 23972|"She is busy now," he said, "I want to see, 23972|For my dinner will be over now." 23972|One golden leaf astound-- 23972|She stood so still and tall, 23972|Her raiment was so thin and white, 23972|The rattle in her shawl; 23972|She thought the berries would not grow. 23972|And then the children played, 23972|And the berries had not been sown. 23972|Away went the children without a word. 23972|The angry drops came up, 23972|The angry drops came down. 23972|The little sisters laughed and cried 23972|They never could have speech. 23972|"It's useless to be playing hide. 23972|Dance for that little mouse," 23972|The glad Sicilian said; 23972|"I'm going to be a gentleman. 23972|You naughty children, why don't you come home? 23972|I wonder where you are!" 23972|She ran in to the theatre and wept. 23972|She went to the theatre and wept. 23972|"I'm looking for headquarters." And, as she threw 23972|Her flowers down the poor old man, 23972|His heart was light and merrily he beat 23972|The merry tune she played. 23972|He took her soft hand where it clung to his 23972|Shoulder and prayed to God. 23972|Her closed the door and went into the room. 23972|Uncle and younger sister took their places 23972|In silence and looked up. 23972|She looked into the theatre and wept; 23972|The tears stood standing in her eyes 23972|Like little rain-drops in the wise 23972|Great shining pearls. 23972|She went in to the theatre and wept. 23972|Our audience bowed and joined the clapboards. 23972|The grand conflagrations followed after. 23972|In grand pomp and florid flags and shining ensigns 23972|The flaming blanched women passed in bright procession 23972| ======================================== SAMPLE 541 ======================================== ."--Hamilton's "Queen of Love"--for 40444|"It was the King of Pembroke's Parliament" was published 40444|in March, 1791, by N.Y. Barry (a Peer) for "The House of 40444|Burlington" (which was now a favorite subject of 40444|The edition of 1786, edited by the author's nephew (London, 40444|Lang), July 18, 1749, was the season assigned by Lord 40444|Burly, the only son of Mr. J. Warl. He was also known to 40444|(Bowles), Queen of Western slaughters. (Bannockburn, 1787, i. 40444|Bannock, Bannockburn, 1796, had been then slain; but Mr. 40444|Bulwer, who is noted in the 1788 edition ( disappointments 40444|and addresses him as "a very great man of honour and 40444|money good or bad;) says, "I am ready for the present." 40444|By the late King Henry VII. He was sent to Charles 40444|Convoke died April 2, 1682, i. 118. He was buried at 40444|Burke-farga, in Pembroke, February 2, 1855, i. 118. His 40444|worship was afterwards unfortunately submitted by the late 40444|Glossary in 1689, when the Earl of Worcester, as Thomas 40444|(7) was said to have been hanged at Pembroke's Castle, 1640. 40444|(10) Lord Thomas retired to Pembroke's Castle, as Pembroke 40444|reminds us, that he was sent with his musical Majesty 40444|To appear before the year in the history of the 40444|In February, 1589, this poem breaks off with all the praises of 40444|May, 1689, p. xxxviii. 40444|(11) The poetical sense of Pembroke's first appearance was, 40444|that he had not been deprived of substantial 40444|disease. 40444|(12) The character of "The Ancient and the New." 40444|(20) The lines from Bickerstaff to Bickerstaff, that we expect, are 40444|(20) Lord Thomas, on the authority of Lord Thomas, was committed 40444|at the year's end. Lord Thomas, on seeing Mrs. Ward, that he 40444|committed. 40444|(20) "Lady Blanche's Sonnets to Lord Thomas, on Christopher the Fair, 40444|(20) "The Lady Blanche and his Doctrines;" and on the other 40444|hand, Lord Thomas, on being preached on Thomas, in the 40444|correspondence of Lord Thomas's death, and that Thomas, on hearing 40444|all his subjects, was so ready, she had published them to the 40444|castle with Lord Thomas, upon being murdered by Lady 40444|For some years the widow was said to have wed Lord Thomas, 40444|but for two years afterwards, no one will know whom was the 40444|dwelling-place for him, in the "Biterolf" at Pembroke, near 40444|Pembroke, on the River of Marlborough, on April 17, 1745, 40444|(see note to Percy the "Song of the Spring," 40444|"The Lady Blanche and Lord Thomas," as in one of his letters 40444|he did, "is the widow's son, who, being dead, is thus 40444|"spoken of, 'The Lady Blanche and Lord Thomas' to Lady 40444|"then a prisoner to Lord Thomas, on hearing this letter, 40444|that he is to be wedded to a lady, who was born in 40444|a carl, and Sir Thomas was carried by the lady to the 40444|proud Carlletowne, and, after his death, Henry, who is 40444|born in the parish, from the awakening of his birth. 40444|v. 20. Charles, of Denmark.] Philip, King of Fetterie, was 40444|King of Denmark.] 40444|(See note to Lintot, l. 1) King Robert's son. 40444|(10) See the above. 40444|(10) Cales was a monkish country on the road of the Anglesey. ======================================== SAMPLE 542 ======================================== 3468|For every time, and all the seasons--all 3468|The time of the year when it was new-- 3468|When leaves were green, and fruit was sweet, 3468|And yellow fruit was blossom-laden-- 3468|A thousand feet in the snow-white wheat. 3468|At noon full-tide, and when the sun 3468|Had left the world for night alone, 3468|It passed the first of the long light. 3468|A smile--a look half glad and half 3468|A boy and girl--a merry laugh, 3468|A dreamy sort of twinkle and gleam-- 3468|The look of glad contentment 3468|Awaited him and left him soon. 3468|For he, who had no hope of gain, 3468|Had long hoped to have been a boy 3468|To the end of the long winter hours, 3468|Whom all men loved, whom all men loved, 3468|Whose quiet lives were finished and unhoneys-- 3468|No selfishness or faith or love 3468|Or woman's faith for any boy! 3468|And so, that night when in his room 3468|Fear held him with her icy hand 3468|And whispered hope--and then his sleep 3468|Was broken in upon his brain, 3468|And he forgot that every hour 3468|Was as a broken dream again. 3468|And he had lived, and he had grown, 3468|And he was crowned, and he had been 3468|But weak and slender as a reed, 3468|And yet brave-lipped, and not afraid 3468|To furl the words with human eyes 3468|And make the whole world flower-wise-- 3468|And yet, though Time has made no sign, 3468|A something richer than the mere 3468|And coloured things wherein men see 3468|The secret of the things they fear. 3468|It may be so. But when he comes 3468|Back in his dreams, and waking knows, 3468|And finds the secret of his rose 3468|Within the heart of Earth and Death-- 3468|When, half-appalled, he sees the face 3468|Of all the world, and all its moods 3468|Thrilling the void and vacant room 3468|With all the throbbing of the hours-- 3468|Then shall he pause and wonder whence, 3468|And yet, and evermore rejoice 3468|That in that garden where he leads 3468|The little reed he loved to lose 3468|And see it glitter back in light, 3468|And hear its murmured sweetness sweet 3468|By the dim river's margin bright, 3468|And wonder if the world ere now 3468|Was with the other living men-- 3468|And, seeing it, will never dare 3468|To turn away from Paradise. 3468|O love! O love! O little friend! 3468|To love and serve thee will be life, 3468|Though strife and tears and stress have dimmed 3468|Thy light upon the day of strife; 3468|And life and love and hope and love, 3468|Are one in vain, and thou art naught 3468|To us or ours--only a dream. 3468|When hands that touch and lips that move 3468|Are hushed to other harm than love, 3468|As once they were, all these shall seem 3468|Blended in vain, as they are thine, 3468|With thine at last all vain-- 3468|And all our love, all joy, all woe, 3468|For them was only yesterday, 3468|The first and only one, 3468|The dream, the wish, the will--and one 3468|Gone with the other soon! 3468|All through thy coming years of light 3468|I watch thy coming; 3468|I harked for music in thy going, 3468|From dearer things far more than they, 3468|To feel thy wingsing. 3468|And as I waited, sweet and long, 3468|The voice of thee 3468|Was all too strong, 3468|Thine interlacing hand and tongue-- 3468|'O give me back my boy again!' 34 ======================================== SAMPLE 543 ======================================== 37804|Or the small ring-dove that turns all eyes. 37804|Hence, the fond parents of the poor and weak, 37804|Wept for the mother's heart, the father's hand, 37804|She knew not, in their grief and anguish sore 37804|Sighing, and oft in tears she cried aloud 37804|For her lost child, her only joy in the strife: 37804|She cried, she bowed and beat her bosom hard, 37804|And said, O Heaven! I have not found its life. 37804|For ever now, alas! nor grief nor fear 37804|Can ever bend that supplicating knee, 37804|Nor, when in solitude is lost the child, 37804|And all the fond caresses will not flee. 37804|Hence then the mother to her child will speak, 37804|And say, O thou hast found thy lost one too, 37804|There is no joy of life, no happiness: 37804|How should the child, by passion's cruel wrong 37804|Forgot its father who the mother fed, 37804|And all the sweetest pleasure to forget? 37804|When the blind angel, of earth bereft, 37804|Saw the new light that round the angel fell, 37804|Fresh from the unseen world, in every clime, 37804|It had preserved its immortality. 37804|When with the radiant form, the lips, the eyes 37804|And wondrous eyes, the angel and the child, 37804|He had revealed his glory, and revealed 37804|The mystery that had hidden in the child, 37804|Yet was revealed, and promised from the earth. 37804|And when, upon a day, angelic voice 37804|Bade him wipe away the tears that dimmed his eyes-- 37804|"I will restore the child to his own heart, 37804|And, looking on the man I loved, forget 37804|That look, that voice, that smile, that voice, that smile 37804|Lives in its own depths like a human heart 37804|Whose love is broken by its fearful fount, 37804|And is a seal of that forgotten life?" 37804|Then the child whispered, trembling, and went on, 37804|Leaving him marveling at himself, for one 37804|Who had been holding fast her little hand 37804|In his, as one may hold a palm in prayer. 37804|Even so he did, gazing upon the child, 37804|His own, his very being, standing there, 37804|While the bright angels, smiling, went and came: 37804|Nor did his angel look to him less strange 37804|Than his own heart,--and she was standing now 37804|Watching him as he walked the garden paths. 37804|And all the growing things that he could see 37804|Lay in his heart like flowers, or seemed to be, 37804|Helping him to portray the very form 37804|The touch of nature had unconsciously 37804|In its dim sense, and the soul's face, fair 37804|And noble, with the deep calm eyes, to see 37804|The beauty and the beauty and the calm 37804|Scent of the mother's love. She saw him turn 37804|His face, and in that silent space discern 37804|The clear and living eyes, the gentle hands, 37804|The smooth round limbs, the loving round dark eyes, 37804|And all her soul was trembling and afraid, 37804|While some unlooked-for beauty, like a spell 37804|Of sweet enchantment, lay 37804|Glorified in the arms of the infant boy. 37804|He knew not all, yet, like that child at first 37804|Who has the dreadful angel for a guide 37804|Will pause awhile, and give for all reply 37804|A calm and easy smile, 37804|And say he had been true to God before 37804|And since he did not know, 37804|His feet would wander wide on danger's way, 37804|And he will walk in safety through the world. 37804|But he will never know his lost chance, 37804|How they will part for ever. 37804|He will walk in peace, 37804|And never a murmur in the fields of war 37804|Shall reach his ear,--but where the ======================================== SAMPLE 544 ======================================== |In the very best of the work, 1166|For the life it is meant. 1166|But for me, my love is the word 1166|That the doctor says for me, 1166|And the pain it affords 1166|Is as if they said, _We shall die_, 1166|And leave the rest to the whim 1166|For a word, a word, a word, 1166|When we speak at the door, our speech 1166|Is a murmur, a sob, a wail, 1166|Of the heart's despair, 1166|As it swells, to the muster-roll 1166|Of voices we might have heard 1166|From the dead 1166|We would see when our souls are gone 1166|In the dead of the land; 1166|"The call for the doctor!" 1166|Then, with my hands, and with the talk, 1166|I gave it me, 1166|Wherever it was not hard, 1166|Why, then, I could not write it _once_. 1166|And I said to myself, "'tis true, 1166|Though the price of a heart's not paid, 1166|But I gave it, I will give it you, 1166|For the cost of a thought that's new! 1166|"It would give me the pain to live 1166|For the sake of the gift you gave, 1166|And to know that the price was _thou_ 1166|There is not in the world a jest, 1166|(But I think that the price is mine 1166|For the sake of the things to be 1166|And all thou hast said and hast said, 1166|And the price shall be paid but thine.) 1166|"And thine is the boon to give 1166|For the sake of a word, a life, 1166|And the price shall be paid but thine, 1166|And thine is the boon to live!" 1166|And I, as I stood on your side, 1166|Wondering, and tried my skill to tell, 1166|Saw the form of a child, 1166|And smiled, and said, "Take it, child!" 1166|"And I have many a thousand a year 1166|At her grave to-day; 1166|And ever again I lift my voice, 1166|And the voice cries out with my rejoice, 1166|"Take it, child!" and I wish 1166|I could ask if I were the boy 1166|That brought them to the world,-- 1166|I could have known, at another time, 1166|The laugh that lured 'em into love, 1166|The laughing shout that filled 'em ears 1166|And filled 'em with its tears,-- 1166|The hand that held, in pastime, hand 1166|"The price!" the mother's hand that hung 1166|Over a baby's heart, and hung 1166|Over that baby's heart, and hung 1166|Over a baby's heart. 1166|There is a time, there is a time, 1166|When little hands are playing in the dust, 1166|When little hearts are beating in a noisy rhyme, 1166|And life is stirring in each pulsing vein, 1166|And life at last is stirring in the brain, 1166|When little hands are calling in the dust, 1166|And life is opening up to life again, 1166|When little hearts are beating in the dust,-- 1166|That golden moment, when and where we will. 1166|So let the years roll round us with their wings, 1166|Like little children, tossed upon the sands, 1166|To dance before the gods of old, and sing 1166|With laughing lips the songs of other lands, 1166|And learn the god's last lesson in the swing 1166|Of little hearts and little hearts of mine. 1166|And you are little children, laughing, clinging, 1166|Little children, with your shining eyes, 1166|And laughing hearts whose love is in the skies 1166|And love is but a cloud in some dear sky 1166|And love is but an earthly cloud that lies 1166|Deep in the heart,--the baby's cradle, then, 1166|The grave itself,--but you ======================================== SAMPLE 545 ======================================== away, and leave us now in mirth, 34298|For one more melancholy eve: 34298|A deeper peace, a sadder grief, 34298|Is in the heart thou still wouldst leave! 34298|Thou whom my dream thou oft wouldst see 34298|Thro' fields o' grass, o' moss o' green, 34298|Oh, more than all, oh, more than all, 34298|Is this thy spirit fading thence 34298|O'er realms entombed in light of night, 34298|Thou whom my dream thou didst behold 34298|In that dark home where Thou wert bold 34298|When Heaven's starlight did but give 34298|Too sure an envious shade 34298|'Mid ruinous mists and night;[A]-- 34298|What is it in the calm, wide sky? 34298|Thy calmness as thy smile as He, 34298|That whisper'd--"It is I!"[A] 34298|And so when hope has fled 34298|And fears and hopes depart, 34298|What is it but to look on Thee, 34298|In those calm eyes with soul of love 34298|Where the stars gaze above?-- 34298|To look on all thy face above 34298|Is to look well beneath the sod, 34298|Nor seek the sunshine now that brings 34298|Its sweetest smile to God? 34298|The sun is gone:--what was the shadow? 34298|The brightness of the moon? 34298|The glory of the glimmering sky? 34298|The hues of earth that shone? 34298|The soul of music and of motion? 34298|The forms of being?--Hush! 34298|If I could feel my eye, I'd answer it, 34298|If I could but draw back--Why then 34298|No shape of beauty. Leave me, Spirit! 34298|To gaze on Thee alone, 34298|Thy moon, as by some hidden grace, 34298|Has mask'd the world from mine. 34298|But wherefore, in this lonely place, 34298|Is He not with us? with the world beyond? 34298|It was the sound of hidden wings 34298|That falter'd not beneath the summer moon. 34298|And here is Her, so much to us 34298|Unknown, us life may leave alone 34298|To reach, and leave, and turn us not; 34298|We hear her singing in the night; 34298|We see her,--and we dare not know; 34298|We only know,--that all my grief 34298|Is telling to a human heart-- 34298|That love like a poor human child 34298|Tells me of heaven and home,--we know,-- 34298|We only know. 34298|We have remembered what He made 34298|By grace of woman and of truth 34298|That made men as the saints;--that ravish'd 34298|Child, as the angels must, and smil'd 34298|O'er many a wrong to which He led 34298|The hosts that wore the crown;--that led 34298|The Seraphs up to God;--that crown'd 34298|Her brows without a stain;--that, crowning 34298|The brows of those who wore the crown, 34298|The saints beheld the Angels, knowing 34298|That I was suffering like them here,-- 34298|Yes--God knows all. 34298|And what is She, we know not why? 34298|I know, and cannot help beholding 34298|The crown she wore when angels smiled; 34298|And His, when all else knelt before her, 34298|As I, when all else bow'd to Him, 34298|Sung, too, a blessing on her brow; 34298|That made the angel of meek eyes 34298|Look up from heaven now. 34298|And what is She, whom, hour by hour, 34298|Bears not even Thee and me? Not dead, 34298|Even as all else, in that pure power 34298|"That only we are saved!"[C] 34298|Is holy, all-creative;--we 34298|Take thanks in answer; and we know, 34298|For that we ======================================== SAMPLE 546 ======================================== . 3545|"Why," said my soul, "must I remain 3545|In misery, or to my pain 3545|Be added knowledge of the way? 3545|Must I be bankrupt of her play, 3545|Or shall I find my foolish heart 3545|Make her immortal, if she may 3545|Forgiven be, or yet unsought?" 3545|"Then," said my soul, "I will depart, 3545|Not for the love that she has proved 3545|Possessed." 3545|"Yet," said the Image, "I would know 3545|That secret knowledge I would know, 3545|Yea, if she told me to restore 3545|Her youth and beauty unicoat 3545|And therefore will she let me share 3545|Her joy and sorrow, who shall bear 3545|The loss or triumph of my fall? 3545|Nay, not for me!" 3545|I saw the Maid with eyes of pride 3545|Gleam with the glory of her face, 3545|And clasped a flower-beside her knee, 3545|And sang "This is the joy that is, 3545|The way of fate. 3545|"Yea, though she come to me to bear 3545|The same kind love, she still shall be 3545|A part of this." 3545|"Nay, what is love? Ah, if that he 3545|Hath but one splendid memory, 3545|To make her choose her own, I mean 3545|Another love, alas! I mean 3545|The love that is. 3545|"O, if he comes to me to take 3545|A share in this blest gift of mine, 3545|With which I'll bless my wealth o'er thee, 3545|Give me but love I cannot buy, 3545|And I will be so blest thereby 3545|That I may take the joys that fly 3545|With him who comes." 3545|"O, she shall be my own, my own! 3545|Hers, hers, her own!" 3545|With that the Maid made haste and sped 3545|Upon the way with startled feet; 3545|And lo! the Maid grew very white 3545|With fear and joy and hope and sweet 3545|And sought the wonder of her eyes 3545|And sweet humility. 3545|And then she turned and asked him in, 3545|"What do ye know ye do? and who 3545|Ye are, and I am, and ye are, 3545|"And I am; and ye are more 3545|Than I have seen or ever knew, 3545|All ye have known and loved and known. 3545|Ye are my heart's true servants, true, 3545|And I am satisfied. 3545|"And ye, O maids, whom I have known 3545|No more shall be my heart, nor I 3545|The less desire." 3545|"O, she shall be my own, my own, 3545|Hers, hers, on whom ye daily gaze, 3545|In meek and truthfulness untold. 3545|Yea, she shall be my own, my own true love, 3545|But in her eyes forever shine 3545|The fire of all my joy and strife, 3545|That made thee, as thou wert, my Queen." 3545|And when the maid had knelt with me 3545|Beside the altar of her eyes, 3545|The holy Image turned her head 3545|In humble supplication 3545|Of grace and pity; and I said 3545|Unto her prayer: 3545|"O Lady, we entreat of thee 3545|That all be fast, all shall be fast; 3545|And we will speak of thee as only, 3545|Unspoken, unbeguiled, complete, 3545|Our lips can make thy lips to meet 3545|With the warm breath of thy full breasts; 3545|And we will speak of thee, sweet soul, 3545|As only in this hour of night 3545|Thy gentle words can stir the soul 3545|Out of a depth of thought that mars 3545|The essence of the life whereof 3545|Thyself is made divine."-- 3545 ======================================== SAMPLE 547 ======================================== of his heart. 30332|Ah, the good priests are dead. 30332|What evil looks they cast 30332|On these dead men, who dead, 30332|Dead by their fathers' side, 30332|In the battle-field have died. 30332|All these we bear with us, 30332|With their weal, with our woe, 30332|Our pain; they lie on the rim 30332|Of the world, and must go. 30332|Ah, the dead priests are dead, 30332|The dead they lie on the bier, 30332|That loved you well, and your name 30332|I will never hear. 30332|The last sun rose in the east: 30332|The darkness gathered fast, 30332|And then, like a sudden thought, 30332|A terrible thought went past 30332|Into my heart of hearts. 30332|The last sun rose in the west: 30332|My soul was caught and bound, 30332|When suddenly the wind's self 30332|Came down, and drove me forth 30332|As the dead priests drive to the shore 30332|The last sun dies in the west. 30332|Ah, the dead priests are dead-- 30332|The saints, the dead priests lie 30332|Wrapped in their shroud of leaves 30332|In these shrouds black as the night 30332|And the wind of my soul is free-- 30332|The dead--the dead--through the shrouds 30332|Of the blind cold earth going up 30332|To the sun-god's eternal bed 30332|The dark clouds come by the blast 30332|That beats wild down against the sky 30332|And blow them home to the day 30332|When the dead priests take their way. 30332|Ah, the dead priests, they sleep 30332|Deep, deep beneath the hills; 30332|The wild roots in their graves maybe 30332|Are pierced by the red Spring's rain, 30332|And the wind blows on their roof 30332|With never a leaf for pain. 30332|The wind is wild and loose, 30332|The wind is a rover too, 30332|But the wind and the wind are free, 30332|And the wind is free, and the wind 30332|Blows fresh through the open heaven 30332|Dry and bright, and cold and grey 30332|And the leaves are goodly even 30332|For the whole world's eyes a toy 30332|Of shade and sunshine joyous, 30332|For the kindling of the sun. 30332|The old men and the young men 30332|Are happy and wise as they ought to be, 30332|The young men and the young men 30332|Are as glad as they are glad to be; 30332|They laugh and sing among themselves, 30332|No more shall sorrow or sorrow wring hands 30332|A god--so the old men sing. 30332|O the old men and the young men, 30332|The old men and the young men 30332|Are happy and wise as they ought to be, 30332|The wise, the good, the young men 30332|Are as glad as they are good to me; 30332|They have forgotten and done their best, 30332|And the heart is gladder than any rest, 30332|And my soul is gladder yet 30332|That the old men and the young men, 30332|The young, the fair, the young men 30332|Are as glad as they are good. 30332|These lie upon my heart, O my heart, 30332|The heart of youth will never rest, 30332|And my soul is fain of all, 30332|And my tongue that sings may sing not now, 30332|But my griefs will never rest. 30332|Sweet, sweet, the old love sings, 30332|Ah, wherefore should we weep, 30332|Nor my tears fall into nothing, 30332|Nor my words fall up in sleep? 30332|Soft, sweet, the old love sings, 30332|Ah, wherefore should we weep, 30332|Ah, wherefore we weep not now, 30332|Nor my words fall into sleep? 30332|All the flowers of the flowers, 30332|And all the fruitless hours, 30332|All the dreams that ======================================== SAMPLE 548 ======================================== from the dust to rise 2620|A city on the plains. 2620|She will not know the splendour 2620|Of the manly youth she knows, 2620|For oh! it is a city 2620|Made of loveliness and truth, 2620|A mansion paved with tears and laughter, 2620|With homespun beauty and youth. 2620|The moon has wasted all her lights, 2620|And now but twenty ears, 2620|And her last kiss is at the door 2620|Of her true lover's steaming hoar. 2620|So goes the world away. 2620|'My friend, the moon may lose her light, 2620|The dew drop falls on oak and vine, 2620|But her true lover's shining sight 2620|Was never yet like mine. 2620|'I know he came, but still he goes 2620|With a strange, bright delight.' 2620|And the sun will never rise again. 2620|Poor soul! Thy wedding-ring is done. 2620|Think of the love I gave to thee, 2620|The mutual joys that used to be! 2620|While yet the early green is green, 2620|While yet the violets blow, 2620|I seem to hear the nightingale 2620|Somewhere among the reeds complain, 2620|She sings to thee, and thou to her, 2620|The nightingale that all day long 2620|Sings to the moonlight song. 2620|Her note is like a summer night, 2620|Catching its soul in every swell, 2620|And pealing softly to the light 2620|That flickers on the dewy hill; 2620|And like a sudden star the song 2620|That flickers on the moonlit plain, 2620|And like a dream, and vague and long, 2620|Hides from the quiet moon and rain. 2620|Hers is no sight of any morn, 2620|But lonely night that hovers low, 2620|Nor feels the sun and rain that keep 2620|Their slumber in the wide west. 2620|The dreary night is growing late, 2620|The winds blow bleak, the leaves are sere, 2620|The grey eyes of the Autumn wait 2620|To close their fringed lids, and peer 2620|Into the mellow gleam Elysian. 2620|The moon is waning in the west, 2620|The wind is lolling in the tree, 2620|The wind is whispering in the nest 2620|Of one that loveth liberty. 2620|Sleep not, my soul, in sooth, but rest 2620|Beneath the hollow oak tree cool, 2620|And let thy slumber be unblest 2620|That waking with a new-born joy 2620|Thou mayest arise and walk with me. 2620|No charm of earth, no charm of sky, 2620|Can make thy limbs thrill at my sight, 2620|Thy heart can waft me to its sigh, 2620|Thy hand can lift my soul aright. 2620|A moment on the brow of snow, 2620|And then upon the lips of June, 2620|A moment on the eyes of woe, 2620|Then on the forehead of the moon, 2620|Yet, once again, to dream and sit, 2620|And let my soul begin to beat 2620|Unto a higher, purer seat, 2620|A year, a life, a soul, a soul, 2620|Fit for the everlasting goal 2620|Of immortality. 2620|The moon was shining from her cloud bed, 2620|Wherein was poised a silver star, 2620|That, setting with its wine-red light 2620|Upon the world that sighed afar, 2620|Flashed out on me a golden horreous light, 2620|Which turned the world to fairy haunts 2620|That grew behind the eastern hills. 2620|I stood behind my ruby bar, 2620|And, looking into the clear star, 2620|I saw Eternity stand by, 2620|A sea of golden daffodils. 2620|She gazed upon my wings of light 2620|And, like a queen, my soul stood still, ======================================== SAMPLE 549 ======================================== of the moon, that shines in Heaven's clear dome, 32528|And with her silver'd beams o'er earth hath shed 32528|Her pure and radiant splendor, all the glowing 32528|Of the sweet stars! Thy guardian influence she 32528|Sewing, with gentle hand, the sparkling diamonds 32528|On thy soft hand, gives to the glow-worm light, 32528|And opes the flowery myrtle courts at night. 32528|No more the moon her lucid ringlets weaves, 32528|No more the gliding moon the moon-light weaves; 32528|Nor the bright stars that from this sky are seen 32528|Glance through the shade that heavenly hues adorn. 32528|The time is gone, that once these fields enchant, 32528|Where first the swelling flower first opened smil'd, 32528|And first the silent stream and silver urn, 32528|Ceased in the glassy margents, when again 32528|The moon arose, and in the glassy tide, 32528|Flinging her silver light in welcome tide 32528|O'er the blue billows of the silent deep, 32528|And far around the solemn mountain's brow, 32528|As the pale moon, through cloudless heaven withdrawn, 32528|With dewy fingers, and glad voice, return'd. 32528|So, in my native haunts, my heart doth flame 32528|With passion, for a name like this to hear, 32528|A name so high it makes my blood its own, 32528|That when thy voice was as a flame of thine 32528|My spirit, at its boldness, would appear; 32528|Thy softness, like a light that soon outshone 32528|The sun--so will I be, though dead and gone, 32528|And all my heart--though now my lip is dry. 32528|How many a weary night and day have we, 32528|O wanderer through the waste and desert sands 32528|Of cruel science! Dost thou see the star 32528|Of my career--do I the tale recall, 32528|My heart--of thee? And, oh, how changed is all 32528|The light that shin'd in our declining day! 32528|Oh, how the lamp of love shed round my head 32528|This sweet supply of love and light, and love! 32528|I see thee, moon, in still and soothing light, 32528|A virgin-sparkling glory--thine I see, 32528|Whose loveliness makes all the heaven above 32528|And earth beneath--and heaven beneath thy feet. 32528|Methinks I see a pale and barren cheek, 32528|Where love yet smiles, a black and ruddy glow. 32528|Like that pale form, that haunts the woodland scene, 32528|A voice that calls in sadness to the dead. 32528|Like some sad mourner's own, that, while it seems 32528|In sorrow's path, like those who wander near, 32528|To thee I speak, with many a ghastly start; 32528|Like her, the night is over and gone by; 32528|The storm is past, the moon is shining high, 32528|Grim woods appear beneath our weary sky, 32528|Hills, dales, hills, and valleys far away. 32528|Oh, may thy soul to heaven in hell ascend, 32528|And wandering far through darkness like a friend; 32528|May penitence itself be banish'd far 32528|From human scenes, to wander for a star; 32528|And thou to Heaven the tale of thee disclose 32528|Of wrong, of wrong, of an injurious man-- 32528|May penitence itself be banish'd far 32528|From living in unfading garb, and shun 32528|To tell the woes of the unnatural War, 32528|And how the Cross is wronged, and woe affords-- 32528|May prayer and penitence forever cease, 32528|And truth and honor flow through generous peace. 32528|Forgive, sweet Muse, this heart as kindly worth 32528|As erst with Eros from the Pythian bard 32528|I sang; and, as the youthful poet stood 32528|Beside his kind old father, to my words 32528| ======================================== SAMPLE 550 ======================================== |Where the tall pines stretch up, 33417|And the yellow lights leap 33417|Through the shadows green. 33417|Round the white-clustered farm 33417|Lies the landscape fair-- 33417|The pale-faced flowers that in the dusk 33417|In their autumn hair 33417|Sparkle and laugh and dance and pass 33417|With the mirth-mad city there. 33417|Under the maple till the dusk comes on, 33417|We shall hear the city, and, without a gun, 33417|The waltz outside an hour upon the lawn 33417|Where we all live again, and can return. 33417|Then at the big church door we shall set down 33417|My spirit to the music of the town, 33417|Where all of us have gone along to rest 33417|And know the city more to me than gold; 33417|And when we've left the village far behind 33417|We shall be lying in the mire behind, 33417|And I shall die to know I am not there; 33417|And I shall sleep so soundly, not to care. 33417|The old farm suddenly grows and gathers 33417|The trees and houses and the fields and houses 33417|And the old farm shakes and shakes, and shakes and trembles, 33417|And throwing sparks, the old shed falls o'er the cold. 33417|But I have seen the sun go down upon them-- 33417|And, oh! my foolish heart was foolish then! 33417|The old home's in the corner once so snug and warm 33417|Where they can sleep and dream and dream and dream again. 33417|And the old house now is full of love and longing, 33417|A place of friends and fellows for my heart-- 33417|And now I go to the corner and I find 33417|The door is open wide for him that's there: 33417|The little path with its awnings overladen, 33417|And ruddy paths that lead from the old farm home. 33417|I heard the trailing skirts of the trailing garments 33417|Rustling through the silent windy days, 33417|And I saw the old face, just a little above me, 33417|Where the dust was thick as the blossoming clover 33417|Roses in the June-time, red and gold, 33417|Like the footprints of my love upon the mould. 33417|The grey sky seemed so still above me, 33417|Her face looked so quietly from my eyes. 33417|I could sometimes see the distant river 33417|In the grasses waving 'neath her feet, 33417|And heard her speak. She'd have been quiet 33417|Though she was not trying to speak, she spoke. 33417|I have come up to you here to tell you 33417|How I have come up here and come to you. 33417|I am sure I saw her yesterday 33417|Come down by the river and come in, 33417|But never she was standing near me-- 33417|But she is gone now--and you can never 33417|See the face that she has filled since then... 33417|I saw the form she vanished long ago 33417|And I can recall the words she said-- 33417|Even the way she used to come at dark, 33417|And tread on it when she went away. 33417|She said she was tired of the idle chatter 33417|Of the world, and all its noisy noises 33417|Since last she went to the old farm lands 33417|And had her home by the river-side. 33417|And I am weary about the old home, 33417|And longing to go there again, 33417|And I have no to find the old home, 33417|And I had my share of work and of 33417|The waiting and waiting, and I know 33417|That all alone here in the twilight, 33417|When I go wandering among the leaves, 33417|And all alone hear the old cry 33417|Of the wind and the wind and the wind, 33417|And I know that it was good to be 33417|The dwelling of my thoughts--and _you_, 33417|Not alone at the present call. 33417|I remember that last, long look-- 33417|I took that picture from the wall 33417|Back in ======================================== SAMPLE 551 ======================================== . 30282|Ase we þoȝt ȝe þe seggeȝ schulde go þ{er}-i{n}ne 30282|Wyth-outen, ou{er} ȝe no þise oþ{er} trayne. 30282|Fro{ur} i{n} oure fader vnhich alle þe rech vtt{er}t, 30282|Wyth-outen, fowlt{er} ȝat{us} þ{a}t fylþely gry[n]t þe leste, 30282|Þe fyrre wyth-outen þat fyrst renkeȝ were þ{er}-i{n}ne, 30282|& for-longe ȝe ȝe nawþe þat fyrst watȝ corsed & foldeȝ 30282|& drowpe i{n}-toyes to þe hyȝest i{n} his sy{n}ne, 30282|& hentȝ to þe ny{n}ne þat grysly swyþely br{er}ed; 30282|& hentȝ to his oue & hert & his wyt þe wy{n}ne, 30282|& ay þe way þe nugheȝ hy{m} henteȝ hem to þe hyȝe, 30282|Þe nugheȝ were blyþeȝ w{i}t{h} blod he{m} alle oþ{er}. 30282|Þe wryste, oure frekeȝ þat loue, wyrde watȝ þe vnus, 30282|Þe wyȝe boȝt hatȝ ben þaȝt bry{n}gge in wedeȝ & þe ryche, 30282|& þe weder i{n} þat fyng{er} satȝ to þe i{n} þe by-fore, 30282|& sykeȝ so bigge-dau{n}ce þat kryst haden vp þe{n}ne; 30282|Þe luþ{er} wern þe ledeȝ þat bry{n}g vp ful mony; 30282|Ho vtter i{n} þe feteȝ, oure syre watȝ þay fla{n}ne, 30282|& þe luþ{er} wern þe bryȝt bry{n}g & þe weder i{n} þe wyȝeȝ 30282|& alle þe luþ{er}ly gos þat þe ky{n}g on vyce þat syttes so 30282|Þe{n}ne þe luþ{er} of ryche, i{n} þe ryche bred, 30282|Ho vt{er} vche wrast longe þat oure lorde so{n} hit watȝ? 30282|Þe{n}ne watȝ & þe nyȝe ȝor com watȝ wyth his wenches, 30282|Blysse of a ȝere for{n}ne w{i}t{h}-outen þe mereȝ, 30282|For þe luþ{er} of wylle i{n} þe bale to-fore ȝe, 30282|Ho lokeȝ vpon bote i{n} þat babel wyth schrewes, 30282|Ho holdeȝ vp i{n} a bale bot ryche hemselfeȝ, 30282|Ho i{n} a ȝere forsoȝeȝ, bot vche ylleȝ bryȝteȝ. 30282|What was i{n} þe bred & þe ȝonge in lordeȝ? 30282|What was i{n} þe bred þe baltaȝt i{n} þe bale goteȝ ======================================== SAMPLE 552 ======================================== |O my dear love, shall I not sing you 19385|To tell the joys of my singing? 19385|No, no, the world's heart is my heart, 19385|Its pleasures and its employments, 19385|Its worldly cares and its pleasures, 19385|Shall lead you to a joyous heaven 19385|Where I can look upon earth's heaven. 19385|Let them not sing of the beautiful days of the spring, 19385|Of the days when the blossoming fountains are free, 19385|Of the days when the rivers are gushing to flow, 19385|Or the rivers with musical music are heard on the hill. 19385|Let them sing of the golden hours when the forest is green, 19385|Of the days when the valleys reflect back their joy, 19385|The days when the forest is fruitful, the sun shines serene, 19385|And the forests, descending to shades from the hill. 19385|The wild grouse feed on the heath-bells, the cataracts break 19385|O'er the larch, o'er the valley, the bright eglantine. 19385|But the song of the wood is in sorrow, and sorrow is deep, 19385|And the forest, alas! never smiles, smiles as the fair, 19385|Like the fair, to the eye of a stranger, more bright than the dear, 19385|Like the fair, to the eye of an outcast like fear. 19385|Let them sing of the green summer meadows by mountain and stream, 19385|Let them sleep by the stream on the banks of the dell, 19385|And the woods by the edge of the forest, like shadows in dreams, 19385|Of the days when a friend's agony saddens the hearts of the stream. 19385|Let them sing of the dark Autumn days, when the forest is red, 19385|That day, when the birches are bursting with might, and of red, 19385|In the song of the night is the sweetest, O! wildest to hear; 19385|And the bird, in the forest, that flutters among the trees, 19385|Sings the same lullaby, sweeter than any it brings-- 19385|And that sound in his ear, like old Sybil's delicious springs. 19385|Let them sing of the west winds returning to meet them again, 19385|And the sounds of the fair summer days, long ere dusk of the vane; 19385|And the echoes of mountain and forest, oh, dear! for the ears 19385|of those who are weary to hear of the words which you say. 19385|Let them sing of the days when you trace on the hills, in your song 19385|a love-song to his heart, and love's warm exultation in your blood; 19385|When your heart, like the red rose, enriched by your own tears, 19385|Rested in joy in the land of your birth, and in silence to come. 19385|Let them sing of the days of your youth, how inconceivable, 19385|How the heart of a hero is strained by that love-song of mine, 19385|How the spirit of beauty and song in your presence is filled-- 19385|Yet I know in my heart the songs which you sing of to-day-- 19385|And the music of life is to-morrow, my love--for the dead. 19385|May he be laid to rest, may his dust rise in some lone isle, 19385|Where the heart of the earth is a part of the songs you loved so much, 19385|Where the wood-fire is rustled and the boughs bend lightly o'er, 19385|And the wild breeze is moans as if he were lying by thy door. 19385|And I, I kneel before thee, and my tears are deepest yet-- 19385|For the time of thy forgiveness has come, and I see thee still. 19385|Where the ferns and the wild flowers wave their white in the breeze, 19385|Where the winds are moans as if they were sad in the forests of May, 19385|Where the skylark is glad of the sun, and the light of the day, 19385|Where the mermaid is wooed by the blue in the dance, and the moon 19385|Is ever full to love us, love, from thee who hast lived so soon. 19385|And I ask if ======================================== SAMPLE 553 ======================================== away, 35174|Then weeps a handful of grey hair away, 35174|A little brown head and a little brown hat. 35174|A little brown gown and a little brown hat 35174|And I wonder what makes you look so thin? 35174|A little brown hat and a little brown hat, 35174|And why dost thou smile so thin? 35174|Why dost thou smile so thin? 35174|For, in the very midst of the purple and the pink 35174|A little brown head and a little small feet. 35174|The dear little garters are lying all still, 35174|The curtains drawn, and the curtains drawn; 35174|But on the tablecloth and on the cloth bands 35174|There is a little brown head and little bow bands; 35174|Yet the very last thing you ever see, 35174|There is a little brown head and little bow bands. 35174|With a speckled bird in, 35174|With a speckled mouse in, 35174|With birds about his house 35174|That sing so gayly. 35174|The grey little roof-tree 35174|So darkly black and wide, 35174|And a little dog all tied to a tree-- 35174|The grey little dog and a little bow-tree! 35174|With a paper bag that was black and round-rils and twisted 35174|And a little heap that was stolen away if you please, 35174|A letter from Court Journal--_once_ a fresh and fresh both, 35174|And a little brown pocket full of antiquated gratres. 35174|The Raven is an old yellowhammer, 35174|With silver feet and a collar of gold, 35174|And an eye like the violet. 35174|The Owl sits in the fir-tree 35174|And looks out on the sky; 35174|It sees little clouds sail away 35174|Like ships that come sailing by. 35174|Little clouds sail away 35174|With a thread in your hand; 35174|They are so quiet and thickly made, 35174|They seem to carry you bland. 35174|The little clouds sail away 35174|With a thread in your hand; 35174|The silver-white clouds are away 35174|Like little green turves from the land. 35174|When Spring comes back to England 35174|And returns to England 35174|Without a sound of voices 35174|She raises her little banyan. 35174|She lets her go on her way 35174|Singing, singing, 35174|Early next Winter she will come back again. 35174|The little clouds sail away 35174|With a thread in their hand; 35174|They are so quiet and white, they appear to be masses. 35174|The summer has come back to England 35174|And brings to England once more 35174|The little clouds sail away. 35174|Away now, away 35174|With a thread in your hand, 35174|For England is going to sail the seas. 35174|But what is the mystery, Lady Marian? 35174|The subject of all the great works has produced a number of beautiful 35174|_The curfew tolls the knell of parting day:_ 35174|Departed to the Adirond, 35174|I heard a carping of good fellows, 35174|And I opened the windows and let out the light. 35174|"Good fellows, speak!" I cried. 35174|And they opened the casement and let out the dark. 35174|They shut in behind the flight 35174|The screaming birds of the air, 35174|While my Lady Marian went babbling down. 35174|And as she wept she wailed, 35174|"That shall I see, then, when I come back again." 35174|Staying her weeping, drawing back her een 35174|I kissed her over and over her breast. 35174|"Is this the end," I said, "for Philip of the Gray?" 35174|And she hardly moved on where she was staying. 35174|"No, no!" she cried, as she bent down her head-- 35174|"God, wilt thou speak to me, my poor jealousies?" 35174|But I heard a cry of such loud discord 35174|As would sweep the whole world through the mellow multitudes. 35174 ======================================== SAMPLE 554 ======================================== to make a sad mistake 39499|And drop her folly for a kiss. 39499|But who is he who robs her of his own? 39499|Or she, the common plague of many minds, 39499|Whose plagues, and death-strife, brogue, and civil laws 39499|Are worse to them than their disease to them? 39499|Him who the dreadful mischief did perceive, 39499|And be made sharers of his misery, 39499|She, that in her first shape the mind could reach, 39499|Who yet with bitter humour did assist, 39499|Would keep her virtue in the tender nurse, 39499|The father nurse to bring her to his aid, 39499|The mother in whose bosom anguish rests, 39499|The father in whose eyes her offspring sate, 39499|And by their parents' deaths and theirs was sealed! 39499|O wretched life, and faithless! shall no more 39499|Our cherished ties together bind, no more 39499|Together link us; fate, too timely tried, 39499|Bids foul dissension wait upon enjoyment, 39499|And bids the jealous mother cease to move 39499|Her children with a sigh for their dear loves. 39499|Yet still the same dear image shall remain 39499|As emblem of his fondest, fondest love, 39499|Whose presence thus can charm an angel out 39499|To soothe his sorrow, and bid breathe it pure 39499|In benediction, while he utters this, 39499|Like to the breath from ashes, or the wind 39499|That o'er the buried dust now bends them low. 39499|O! where shall we be taught of love secure, 39499|To show our love more sure than all her cure? 39499|Who thus with heav'nly pity can cure ill, 39499|Will prove more strong than plants of earthly mould, 39499|And in his tender pity interpose 39499|The loss of beauty, or her heav'nly form. 39499|What may suffice us then? We are not born 39499|To shed affection, nor to know his love; 39499|We are not born to struggle after fame, 39499|Or beat the winds, or beat the rising sun; 39499|No flaming star our ardent eyes bedight, 39499|But in each other's virtues finds a place 39499|Where pitying hearts are not as thinnest straws, 39499|Or in the thickest shades of silent night. 39499|Where all is night, there let us walk in peace, 39499|But not alone; where all is night above. 39499|We can't forget old pleasures, and forget 39499|The sun, whose beams the grove of life endue. 39499|So may the stars, like gen'ral souls, that drink 39499|The kindly dews of heaven, a while condole; 39499|But when 'tis cold, 'tis blinded by their light, 39499|And coldness takes the sun for shining gold. 39499|Thus ev'ry creature, in its nature wise, 39499|Dwelt here, and ev'n those gentle souls that wear 39499|The flowing robes of mercy, and by zeal, 39499|All other motives firmly faithful prove; 39499|Not one to number, and not one to bear. 39499|For never mind what 'tis a to be a man, 39499|Or change his nature, and be thus allied; 39499|Or, if thy mind more cautious, and not err, 39499|May we but truly act, and not as pride 39499|May we be deemed thy wishes patient prove, 39499|And be with all the rest; but we must act, 39499|And be thy love and duty, as thou dost. 39499|We must not take it irksome to be wise, 39499|But let us in all wisdom see the way, 39499|And with the will of others still maintain 39499|The one true instinct of oeconomy; 39499|And, having still our liberty to use, 39499|Though free we should ourselves ascribe the right, 39499|How worthy of a general approbation, 39499|Let others choose as true religion. 39499|Thus men, like loving creatures, lovingly 39499|Governed the matter all their ways and ways, 39499 ======================================== SAMPLE 555 ======================================== ." In the French translations, he has again 36702|drolliness. 36702|"And then," says Mr. Hiram, "he takes the lead on his feet." 36702|"But, sir, only that can do it--the thing is to do it." 36702|"He is quite alone in the middle." 36702|"Can you ask that? You must. No." 36702|"I'll be surprised, that is why." 36702|"He did it. He has lost his head!" Mrs. explained at last. 36702|"Yes, what did he say?" 36702|"Why, what d'you say, sir. Just the same." 36702|"Yes, what do you say?" 36702|"They said, then, of course," 36702|"How do you mean?" 36702|"Doesn't he look on you?" 36702|"He called the cab to a carriage, and he was. I guess you're going to 36702|"There! you know he's about it?" 36702|"Why, that does!" 36702|"What does he say?" 36702|"Oh, I really have seen him." 36702|appeared, so he led his carriage off. 36702|"He had so many hands on, he'd be in a hurry," said Mrs. 36702|"Perhaps he'll come just in time to do everything and put us out." 36702|"He said he was going to stay with us yesterday." 36702|"Why, certainly. It's quite sure we are going to stay." 36702|"That's certainly no funeral," the coachman replied. 36702|"What do you mean?" said Mrs. Kegan. 36702|"How mean you, Mrs. Kegan?" 36702|"He didn't even take notice of the car," she said. 36702|"I tell you, there is something in it that will only pain me." 36702|"I see. I'm very well, then." 36702|The coachman stopped the car without saying another word. 36702|"I told you that you wouldn't let Mr. Kegan." 36702|"Oh, but he doesn't mean you and he doesn't." 36702|"Very well, but what sort of things?" 36702|speaking? "It was not the lady's real answer." 36702|"What did the colonel say?" 36702|"He said he wouldn't let anything else. That's the answer." 36702|"Why, that can't really be." 36702|"There is only one thing left at the end of the curtain to come 36702|in to him." 36702|"What does the colonel say?" 36702|"It seems he doesn't mean me, but----" 36702|"There's something in between him and Mrs. Kean. He thinks he has 36702|"Did he say just this?" 36702|"Yes; it's coming!" 36702|"Did he say those words?" 36702|"There's something that we have here?" the Major's eyes glistening and 36702|"Well, if that's what you say, of course. What was the hurry of it?" 36702|"Why, of course. We don't mean it, but a little--there's something 36702|"Did he say it?" 36702|"Why, let him. I do you blame?" 36702|"Something I can do to please 'ee. Let's--I'm going." 36702|"You have called back the question." 36702|"And now you, sir?" 36702|"I told you," said Kean, eagerly. 36702|"But she didn't know you were saying anything wrong at this?" 36702|"Well--I--I won't let that go." 36702|"I--I _can_ tell you everything, please." 36702|"But you won't let him be. It's because he wanted something." 36702|"No--not he!" 36702|"And then we're all like children, too!" 36702|"Ah, that's the proper way for you." 36702|"What shall we do to make 'ee stop?" 36702|"It's the proper way for you." 36702|"To make your mother think. But we'll keep the baby." 36702|Just then he reached his arms and kissed her, where the light went out ======================================== SAMPLE 556 ======================================== |The happy spirits of our life, 7122|For which a splendid poem prattled, 7122|Were not for this our Sabbath dressed. 7122|All things as it were prized in motion, 7122|And that could ever be divine, 7122|And with its tenderness of duty 7122|Make happiness a paradise. 7122|Our Sabbath too, in such a station 7122|Made us take higher trust in God, 7122|And feel their glad humility ' 7122|To that small gift which we would give. 7122|Then as we stood with careless thinking 7122|Of each sweet thing we heard around, 7122|We heard the echo of a singing 7122|Which made all hearts to throb with bound. 7122|And as we gazed with fervent fervor, 7122|The wondrous world seemed full of song, 7122|And all the tongues of all the creatures 7122|Were full of lovely things and strong. 7122|But ah! too soon these happy spirits 7122|The God who made these rocks appear 7122|Must soon be coming to our sight 7122|Without the aid of further light. 7122|Then would we have the saints to wait 7122|Upon this scene of heavenly joy, 7122|And join the heavenly chorus 7122|To praise the Lord as it did yong. 7122|So soon the work was finished, 7122|And there was hope behind, 7122|That they all lived in perfect faith, 7122|And there, on God's rich blessing based, 7122|They all were found soon satisfied. 7122|And God's warm sunshine came to stand 7122|Upon the mountains, far and near, 7122|Till they were filled with glad surprise 7122|At all the trials hourly there. 7122|And when in calm and perfect peace 7122|We sought God's presence, then there came 7122|No trials wrought by hands Divine 7122|Or hand of man to take the place 7122|Within the blessed Saviour's frame. 7122|Thus was it with some simple souls 7122|Who made life worth while trying to climb 7122|The lofty peak of Him above, 7122|Now here, now there, with steadfast will, 7122|They to His throne went wandering still, 7122|Nor ever looked back at the time 7122|When they should see each far, fair spot 7122|Upon God's earth in joy or fear. 7122|A few, alas, were left behind 7122|Their humble life's rough road to tread; 7122|The saddest thought that Jesus' mind 7122|Could comprehend or speak or said, 7122|And they were sore and burdened thus 7122|With every worldly gift and curse 7122|They had for them and now must bear. 7122|We soon discovered that their God 7122|Was rich enough with all he had 7122|In sorrow for the sins of men 7122|Who had been in his human sphere. 7122|There is in truth no balm for grief, 7122|No drop of sunshine to be shed, 7122|But when deep cares oppress the mind, 7122|When to relieve the mind a man 7122|Is ready suddenly to go 7122|And bring him nearer to his bliss 7122|And bear the written happiness. 7122|So we, with peaceful trust and trust, 7122|Were filled with Peace and Hope and Love 7122|And all who loved God's name to hear 7122|And as they heard it was a thing 7122|Made up of pleasant, peaceful zeal 7122|And holy minstrelsy to prove, 7122|In words that were both good and wrong. 7122|The time was now approached to pass 7122|In this great gathering and the mirth 7122|Of the sweet morning's fleeting dance 7122|About the new-born baby earth. 7122|The angel with his bright, fresh crown, 7122|Had been permitted to put off 7122|A crown of glory from the brow 7122|The time now past away for earth. 7122|And though it was a time for joy, 7122|That we should hear the music fall, 7122|It was a great and mighty play. 7122|The Saviour touched him with his hand, 7122|He drew it nearer in his joy 7122|And led ======================================== SAMPLE 557 ======================================== away with the rest of us, 30599|Our Lady alone, she is not in her chamber, 30599|A white rose but once, she hath never a rose. 30599|I am her herald, as I wait in her garden. 30599|She calls me by name, and my name is Mystery. 30599|I am her nymph, she calls me by name, 30599|And her name is Mystery. 30599|And all the garden around me are glories. 30599|I am her queen, and she hath sent me forth. 30599|I am her lord, and she hath set me in her realm, 30599|Upon the road to the far coast of time, 30599|Her realm, her kingdom. 30599|And she hath given me ever of this world 30599|A glimpse, a sound, a vision, a swift flash, 30599|A song, a moment's glance of eager joy. 30599|"What, Lady mine, are thy words?" 30599|It came to me; 30599|It passed from my lips; 30599|O! yet it fell; 30599|It glided like rivers of silvery light 30599|Over mazy meadows and dim-tangled woodlands. 30599|I, who was neither blest nor proud, 30599|Was sitting in the silent gloom. 30599|I only knew what I had dreamed that day; 30599|I only knew that the golden sun 30599|Had shot through the shadows o'er the world. 30599|I did not know that the world was mad. 30599|O yes! I knew it; 30599|If it came to you 30599|The wild birds came gladsome and gladome, 30599|Like fairies of water and clouds of cloud. 30599|O fairies of air and of wind, 30599|The fairy folk, were so many and fair, 30599|For we were so many and so fair. 30599|O fairies of air and of wind, 30599|Whose feet were a-trembling with dew, 30599|Laughed out loud in the rosy light 30599|Of happy, rosy valleys of blue, 30599|And the moon like a diamond was 30599|Mirrored in many a blossom of dew. 30599|But I knew all; 30599|I had seen it plain, 30599|And I knew all, 30599|That the little gold snail was silently 30599|Swift down in the moonlight, 30599|To fall in the warm-light, 30599|And the moon was a silver moth like a feather. 30599|O then it came to me, 30599|I did not know 30599|When I gazed on the little gold snail 30599|In the gleaming, golden moon, 30599|I did not know him at night, 30599|I did not know that the snail was silently 30599|Dying to sleep in a dew-drop; 30599|I did not know that the gnat was very wide, 30599|Treading on the garden carpet. 30599|Or did he say, 30599|By the soft moonlight? 30599|I did not know; 30599|But he had come in a little brown bag, 30599|And the shining straw was all about it. 30599|And then 30599|We began to ride, 30599|For the moon was pale 30599|And the dawn had rung; 30599|And now in the land of the farther East 30599|We cannot ride. 30599|We cannot ride. 30599|We have had our mile of work and means 30599|Of getting into the air; 30599|We can see the roofs and cobble-trees, 30599|And flowers in the lane. 30599|We cannot ride. 30599|We cannot ride. 30599|We are too young to be young again. 30599|You will know how keen the mornings 30599|When we break off from the earth; 30599|How keen the evening smells of flowers, 30599|And how fresh the evening dew; 30599|How keen the night wind comes to seed 30599|When the moon is in the wood. 30599|We cannot ride. 30599|We will not dream. 30599|We will go on and on 30599| ======================================== SAMPLE 558 ======================================== -- 8187|Or the knight's ear with a tear 8187|Is dimmed, 8187|Where the breeze 'gins to sigh -- 8187|Oh! 'tis not so! 8187|That a face with a frown 8187|Is like that of a clown 8187|Who listens to stories and legends of yore; 8187|And -- as if struck with the sweetest of joys, 8187|Who only sees visions of glory and fame, 8187|I sometimes stray to the old-fashioned ways 8187|Of a child, who is fond without guile, without praise; 8187|And my thoughts from the memories of childhood arise, 8187|And I gaze with a joy-loving smile, and I feel 8187|That the old-fashioned faith of a woman's heart 8187|In a kindred faith springs up higher and higher. 8187|Oh! I could never have fancied so bright, as if 8187|'Twere a picture, for an astral, enchanting flame, 8187|Had illumed it, and dazzled it still, till I deem 8187|That the very last grace of the picture came 8187|To my gaze, as I saw it bright sink to the dust 8187|Over the face that no longer had bloomed, 8187|As the scene of that day, in the old-fashioned way, 8187|Which the painter has painted its urned home shall be 8187|Fairer and nobler than this loveliest face. 8187|But my life-dreams, like all things, my life are but clods 8187|To the form, like the snail on the commonplace weeds, 8187|That crawl round the soul like some unsubstantial God, 8187|And are fastened in slime round its very small heads. 8187|Oh! I love (for I love it!) the painter as well 8187|As the lark on the wing with the song on the breeze, 8187|And think, as I doze in my nightmare of woe, 8187|How the heart that's most true to its sweetest may grow 8187|To the music it plays on the old-fashioned breeze; 8187|As I look on the face of my dream-home, once more, 8187|When I think of my childhood's bright days, and once more 8187|I look back on my boyhood's snug home of delight, 8187|When I laugh at the shadow of evening's dark night; 8187|Oh! I love (or I love) the blue streamlet, its leap 8187|In the bosom of sunshine, to light up the deep, 8187|And with rapture I echo the music that plays 8187|In those dear melodies which I feel and I know 8187|In the old familiar glooms that lie round my heart. 8187|But I know not what future may bring any joy, 8187|Or what future may teach me the old days to say; 8187|I take not a thought but the music it brings, 8187|And I know that I never shall have it to play; 8187|For I love (or I love) the blue streamlet, its wave 8187|Is as gentle and gay as the song it can make 8187|When I drink its bright waters and watch it below 8187|In the depths of the heart of my childhood awake. 8187|When, like me, I remember, the beautiful eyes 8187|Of my boyhood that hung in their depths of blue skies, 8187|And the hearts that at college were still, though I own 8187|That the old "Minstrel" I loved is the same, I am gone, 8187|And the same home I long for is far away. 8187|And I fancy I hear in that churchyard above 8187|The low hum of school-boys, and see the clear sound 8187|Of the tongue-voice, the song, and that liquid sound, 8187|As if borne on the wing by the wind to be found. 8187|Then some say a lover when buried is he, 8187|Then some say a maiden when buried is she, 8187|And the same may they say who have sung it all day, 8187|And to sleep, in the end, with the tongue in its power. 8187|But wherever a lover, as true as a flower, 8187|May wander, wherever her face may ======================================== SAMPLE 559 ======================================== |In the dale, or down the mountain; 19385|Or to Ow'iw Glen-- 19385|Where winter winds the water, 19385|Or the wild birds sing. 19385|Or to Yarrow, lake or river, 19385|Where the weary spirits never, 19385|Never rested-- 19385|They'll call you,--one of many-- 19385|"Stranger! thou little book." 19385|(Written for the benefit of the remains of 1820.) 19385|I heard a friend speak once--a tender friend, 19385|Whose name you were! A boon I could not send: 19385|But I have heard him say he once loved you. 19385|He spoke of you as of a friend--he spoke 19385|Of you, and of his love--"Ah, well, I know 19385|That I have heard him say he loved you. 19385|The friend of many lands has gone from me, 19385|And far from him--though desolate for me; 19385|"And I have heard him say he loved you. 19385|The friend of many lands has left me where 19385|I have no place except for her--and no other. 19385|If he has left me, though alone, he loves 19385|Whatever might my bliss or woe remove, 19385|And I have not the bliss to be alone; 19385|"The world may say he loved you, yet you are 19385|My life, and light, and hope and tenderness, 19385|And nevermore these empty dreams shall stir." 19385|Well--it may be--I'm a man! 19385|I saw him in the street-- 19385|A maiden in my dreams, 19385|A shining in the moonlight, 19385|Who sang me sweet and low: 19385|She sang in the lanely pathway 19385|My love and my despair-- 19385|And I think I heard her singing 19385|In the lanely byir. 19385|Her cheeks were like roses, 19385|Her eyes were like eyes of bliss; 19385|And oh! I remembered 19385|Eve ever was her kiss. 19385|She was so fair and beautiful-- 19385|It shone on my soul like a star, 19385|And I took her for more life and strength 19385|Than love or fear can cast apart. 19385|I have sought her--what shall I find! 19385|For her to have and to bring 19385|Wherever her soul might hover, 19385|Wherever her spirit might spring. 19385|But even the music that sang so sweet, 19385|Her life, and all its magic power, 19385|Seems but a burden to me when life's beat is at rest. 19385|Fain would I sing with a mother's tone, 19385|To gird me with life, to lead me on, 19385|Hold me behind and never a fear have shown; 19385|For life's poor song would but die uncannily, 19385|"Oh, never a love is made to a love that's unknown." 19385|I would not go, 19385|To learn of you, 19385|To know I'm doing, too! 19385|And if it be 19385|That any life 19385|Is sad with its incessant pangs, 19385|Or cruel with its pains, 19385|It can not be 19385|The part that you do with me, 19385|Or that, maybe, I do not want you to. 19385|The day was cold with hay: 19385|Before its fitful glow 19385|The lark had passed the hay, 19385|And drowsy with its song, 19385|The while the birds were singing, 19385|The while he saw 19385|Its first clear note, clear, 19385|The while the birds were singing of its song. 19385|And now, 'tis in May time, the time for flowers to bloom, 19385|When all the world is white 19385|With roses, and the air 19385|Impregnate with the breath of misty doves; 19385|When all the world is sad 19385|With love, yet all the world has room 19385|For happy living things. 19385|The little buds sleep on the sunny ======================================== SAMPLE 560 ======================================== |So they might catch some flying hours of air 1322|Before they came to greet me. 1322|And now at last 1322|There came by chance a low melodious voice, 1322|And it seemed the voice of an old, old song, 1322|It was not in the winds, not in the sky, 1322|And it was not the voice of an old, old song. 1322|Thus it was sung to-day. 1322|And so it always was, and willed in time, 1322|And all the natural song that I have heard 1322|Has always been the note of an old man's throat, 1322|And ever will be so to-day. 1322|Not that I wish to know; 1322|You have the gift of God; you must obey 1322|In the same kind to you. [Lizette Woodworth Reese] 1322|I like a book. It's very small 1322|To be a poet and a poet all 1322|And I prefer that book to praise. 1322|But as it is, what to me is a name 1322|I merely write it out to be a man 1322|With the same genius in your face? 1322|I like the book, and as it reads 1322|A little more than it can be 1322|It is not that; but if you make 1322|The whole thing read, the half will be 1322|You have the gift of God. 1322|You know I have a book. You use it. Next 1322|To know I bring a great man's book to you. 1322|He writes, because I put the words I write, 1322|And what he will I give the book shall do. 1322|I have a book. I do not know. Indeed, 1322|'T were difficult to serve an author well; 1322|But as you pray by day and night the same, 1322|I send him back to you. 1322|And you say nothing, then, and nothing more; 1322|Why should you starve your book to keep me here 1322|And give me such a book as that? 1322|You listen, and I think: 'T is that I come. 1322|It is my gift, but what do you see there? 1322|I have a book. I wish I had that way. 1322|There, where you sit, you have these books about you. 1322|Do you see nothing that can do without them? 1322|You know more than I do. I, yes; I am. 1322|If I could have you think your book was wrong, 1322|That would not make me happy. It comes back 1322|Without a poet, and not half so hard, 1322|And that is the best way that you know, you know. 1322|The other man stood by me in the room, 1322|And there before me, with his open book, 1322|The words I read to you, the words I think. 1322|But, dear me, how they do you see them all! 1322|This is the one thing to be feared from you. 1322|It is the one thing to be feared from you. 1322|You say for certain, "It is that which came from you," 1322|And it is this: I did it. 1322|This is that you shall know, 1322|As you look down from your book to watch me. 1322|I have these stories all; you take them from me. 1322|They come to lay you back upon the shelf, 1322|And watch the things you saw. They stop and eat, 1322|And when you sleep you cannot sleep yourself. 1322|It has been so for many a month since I stood there, 1322|And heard about yourself. You were the woman 1322|Always you knew. You were the woman with me, 1322|The rest of the world, the world the same. You led 1322|Me down and served me out of house and fields, 1322|Served me on public Herbs and spoons and ships, 1322|And made some pretty things of it because 1322|There was no woman like you or none of you, 1322|And that was why it was a man's heart kept you. ======================================== SAMPLE 561 ======================================== . 27441|Of all the ladies he has not one; 27441|For he was lovely far and poor; 27441|She loved him ever, and none liked him, 27441|And therefore would have wooed and won him. 27441|But now the times are altered; I know 27441|That you are all too young to marry; 27441|And I am old enough to woo, 27441|Though I do try and try to tarry. 27441|I am the gayest maid on earth, 27441|My dearest girl, my fondest boy; 27441|And while I live, contented, smiling, 27441|It is not yours to sing, or toy. 27441|He that loves a rosy cheek, 27441|Or a coral lip admires, 27441|Or from star-like eyes doth seek 27441|Fuel to maintain his fires. 27441|As my horse to rear him prances, 27441|Ch [i] spurred steed, or man a prancing; 27441|With the same bright look you fit, 27441|English sc alike, and Scot. 27441|As my nightingale in May 27441|Doth her bosom thrush invite, 27441|So my day-star does out-stretch 27441|Those sweet birds that thrush to carry; 27441|But my nightingale doth sing 27441|Not to chant me carolings, 27441|Nor to me that musing, singing, 27441|Which in old times did ring. 27441|He that hath a sword and spear, 27441|Or a metaphor so tender, 27441|Or a passion like to hear, 27441|Or a look with cold indifference; 27441|As my horse to rear him prances, 27441|Ch [i] spurred steed, or man a prancing, 27441|To prize me fresh I wis, 27441|Or to sing a Highland prancing, 27441|As I ride a Highland prancing, 27441|As this lovely country doth show 27441|All that others desire to do. 27441|Then the nightingale did sing 27441|Not to me alone, but chiefly to the chief, 27441|That my song might be in chief 27441|Rung by her, the partner of my choice. 27441|"I have a horse that gall'd his mane, 27441|That gall'd his mane, and ridden away; 27441|But now the way is chang'd for me 27441|Since my good old father has gone away." 27441|His steed, the mane of trotters, 27441|That was to prance, 27441|Was now all fear and gloom, 27441|And death brought him to his lim-rel, 27441|In a rough bush. 27441|His horse, the mane of trotters, 27441|That had a plume, 27441|And colour like the comme-bu'st, 27441|He car'd his death-plume. 27441|His horse, the man of trotters, 27441|That had a plume, 27441|The colour he did wear 27441|Was now all white and scarlet, 27441|And no rich shadowy. 27441|His colour too, he had, 27441|Like morning dew; 27441|And, as the hue com-by, 27441|So was his hue. 27441|His colour too, he had, 27441|And as the red was bright, 27441|It came as the lightning 27441|Of a black summer's night. 27441|"All hail to Stirling towers, 27441|For here I dwell, 27441|King's daughter and his daughter 27441|And hast likewise. 27441|'Now mount thee, little steed, 27441|Quickly now go; 27441|Hollow is thy mother's back, 27441|And her shall carry thee; 27441|Maiden, follow me.' 27441|"Up to Stirling towers he went, 27441|A happy day: 27441|The bells of Stirling ring 27441|And merry minstrels round 27441|Cried, 'Here is house for a bride, 27441|And, here, dear mother, 27441|Who's at the stable?' ======================================== SAMPLE 562 ======================================== and the wild-flower's odorous bloom and 1045|flowers and gleaming buttercups, and the racy mignonette's 1045|white bloom, and her slender ankles, and the dainty 1045|chaperons, and the long loose hair that hung 1045|pink's golden scabbitar braided with the finest 1045|carnation and pearls that were wrought at her touch 1045|in her white and rosy wann--and again, as the 1045|brightest of the gayest of her garments could be reckoned 1045|the proudest, proudest of the gayest of the gayest. 1045|Then the Lady Alice smiled and whispered, and 1045|in her ear there coiled a murmur as of ocean 1045|that furs the green sea where a fair Queen's dwelling 1045|is in the deep blue sea,--a cave no mortal may enter, 1045|for none to set it, none to lift the burden of it, 1045|none to heap it though the dark wave overhangs it. 1045|Then the Lady Alice smiled and whispered, and 1045|in her ear there stole, 'Is this Inn for pavilion 1045|that hides your treasure, and do you know very well what 1045|Away with this gold pavilion?' and the Lady Alice shook 1045|with pleasure, lifted a silver fillet from her forehead. 1045|Then the Lady Alice sank down upon her couch, and 1045|the soft moss-bespokeled stream unrolls rustling to a 1045|swoon of whiteness. 1045|She was bare of limb, and the tender white mist 1045|of the pale pink of the lips; and she was alone with 1045|all the world within her. 1045|Then she sighed: 'There is no music upon the Earth to 1045|be so sweet when the whole birds sing. My gentle friend, 1045|how I can love so! And I made for myself a 1045|squirrel of my hand and smile to see if this were so.' 1045|The lady put her lips to the fire, and then clapped 1045|his hands and laughed: 'You are of an outlandish tribe; and 1045|you know very well, and I am older than you are. I have 1045|often told you in all my romances, that I was a 1045|giant, and I am older than you can quite understand. A 1045|gentleman came with the gift of a little girl, and 1045|said he was the finest baby in the world. And your 1045|master, you know, went with the gift of a maiden. And 1045|I am so proud of my being your own beloved, so proud of 1045|your smiling face--such thoughts to me. Who would not 1045|marry the maid of a thousand years after whom your heart 1045|and soul would find utterance? 1045|Then the lady spoke up quickly and said, 'We will give 1045|you this day robe and a good helmet, or some other gift 1045|others besides.' 1045|Then the Lady Alice turned her round about, and as she 1045|went her round she clothed herself, and all was covered 1045|with a mantle and a comfortable cloak that wrapped her limbs 1045|again. As she went on her eyes were glazed with tears, and 1045|their bleached tears would sink to the ground. 1045|As she went on her eyes were touched with meaning, and 1045|the tears would fall at the earth. She had a 1045|prayer's look, and she held up her hands to pray, as she 1045|wailed over her shoulder, and her tears flowed down 1045|the cheeks of her face. 1045|Her dear brother kissed her forehead and said, 'Mister, 1045|dear brother, God has heard your prayer and you have 1045|made my bed hard for my body. When I am well off 1045|bed I shall bring you linen and a nice new coat, well 1045|to hang upon a peg to wrap the body. I shall bring 1045|you a little trumpet, a long note, and a note from a 1045|poor child. Pray go with me, my dear, and tell Joseph 1045|that I have a little ======================================== SAMPLE 563 ======================================== and all men and gods--and she the best, 38468|And so both King and Queen the same to greet. 38468|To all the people of the world was given 38468|The good and faithful service by that morn; 38468|And so 'tis doomed, that we shall suffer death, 38468|Not ever through the dark to go astray. 38468|Ere yet the days of promise had returned, 38468|Many a fair promise by this King we made, 38468|And brought us from our land, a willing thrall, 38468|And many a willing service too we paid; 38468|And the high priests and sacred pages too 38468|Sewed with their crust the bread the sun withdrew. 38468|To every land with willing service went 38468|The host of those who forage led the van, 38468|And none could hold them, and the kings of might 38468|Were joined in all the rites. In truth, in sooth 38468|Our King had made them of a better faith 38468|Than they had sworn before. The kings of state 38468|Await their bidding; they will not gainsay 38468|The king's commands. So let it now appear, 38468|Whate'er the promise he may give us now, 38468|That in the kingdom of the world we'll try. 38468|And so it shall be, if there be yet a knight, 38468|In whom, I know not, in the realms of light 38468|We all may hope; he that the world may see, 38468|Must surely lose the foremost in his might. 38468|"Now look," said King, "for ye shall find at last 38468|That what we have shall yet be borne at last, 38468|As surely as his faith shall last before, 38468|To him whom death shall summon back no more." 38468|With that, King Etzel gave to his command 38468|Five hundred men, good hundred thousand, men 38468|That came before him to his land; meanwhile, 38468|Loud was the people and the mighty land 38468|Eke and the kings were busy in the land. 38468|The messengers came on at once to court 38468|At the high board; they thither took their part 38468|Down on the benches, and were told at once 38468|Many a good knight, whom they would thence prefer, 38468|To make their festal, and to bid farewell 38468|And leave the envoys thither with their lord. 38468|The knights had bid farewell to all the land. 38468|The messengers, all clad in glittering weed, 38468|Came forth with gifts: a gold-foot messenger 38468|He brought from God to warn them on their way. 38468|The news they brought were borne from Worms across the sea, 38468|Ere they their coming knew, that might not be 38468|The message sent them on to the margrave's queen. 38468|The king set corn within the wicker-panes, 38468|And told them all the errand that they had seen. 38468|Then went three princes to the messengers, 38468|And bade them all with gold and raiment wear; 38468|Then bade them lower the tables and the stools, 38468|And therewith on the table did they bear 38468|The tables and set cups before them all. 38468|Then spake in turn King Etzel's lofty hall, 38468|"Welcome, my friends! the kingdom of the Rhine 38468|Now calls you; let us straight their coming sign. 38468|Forth from her gates the Huns in eager throng 38468|Are sends to wait you for your noble bride; 38468|Tell the proud lady to prepare again 38468|The red red raiment and the robe so fair." 38468|Right joyfully they parted from the throng, 38468|And soon were seen to part their merry meeting. 38468|From the king's palace came fair Gotelinde 38468|Again to meet Queen Kriemhild; full fain, 38468|The while her lofty kinsmen to the queen 38468|Bade bring, a gift right precious, from the kings 38468|That to the Rhine from Hungary they bore. 38468|Thence to the land of Hungary came they; ======================================== SAMPLE 564 ======================================== 8187|From the first of things to be, I'll send you here 8187|Some letters with a sigh for her dear Prue, 8187|A last, long kiss, a kiss for me,--and then 8187|Who'll know the name before I go to bed? 8187|They say, in 'atra's gulf you're doomed to find 8187|One true love more than all a thousand loves: 8187|A moment's sweet eternity combined 8187|Round each wet blot of heart-wounded hopes and stings. 8187|'Twould grieve me so, when, as I sit and sigh 8187|By my own hearthstone where I've lit a flame, 8187|Fancy again invades each ardent hour-- 8187|Oh, then, what vision comes upon my frame? 8187|'Twas in the battle front, when every foe 8187|Lay hand in hand, and each indifferent foe 8187|Drew back; then, with a last long lingering look, 8187|It faded from my sight like morning-cloud. 8187|At length I look again--a look so brave, 8187|So wild with danger, that no single stroke 8187|Could shake a weapon from its firmest hold! 8187|And then, a look of rage unbounded deep, 8187|Like a spent vengeance, writhed upon my brow. 8187|That look, and oh, what feeling of sweet pain 8187|I felt as if I saw a sabre's gleam 8187|Fall from me now,--oh, what a face! what a cheek 8187|With all a blush was half resolved on me!-- 8187|Then the full torrent of consuming flame 8187|Seethed in my sight, and left me still the same. 8187|For what were sorrows to the fleeting air, 8187|That sigh, and smile, that glance, this desolate stream! 8187|And oh, what sorrow! and what grief, what joy 8187|Were mine to think that, midst this dreary dream, 8187|We ne'er again should see that look of joy 8187|Which erst our home-returning steps had made. 8187|But, ah, those very words--these awful words-- 8187|The very language of a wife bereft, 8187|Like some cold, fruitless tear, when, far apart, 8187|She sighed on one whose memory no one heeds, 8187|And whom no memory of kindness sheeds; 8187|Those looks, those voices, all whose sound or tone 8187|Never has been, for beauty or for fame-- 8187|I see the shuddering creature's broken heart; 8187|Its own fond anguish, when its own was found, 8187|And even its own to pity and obeyed. 8187|I see the tender, smiling lip that smiled, 8187|But, ah, 'twere hard to bid my sorrows live 8187|One bitter, dark, unmeaning thought, to give-- 8187|To wring the heart and wring the soul from me, 8187|For, oh, the bitter thought! my love was a dead one, 8187|And yet, oh, well I know, she died on the cold one 8187|That I, who have not lived, must die, the death 8187|I've borne for many years, though, shuddering, thus, 8187|I fell--but, ah, the dreadful thought is past 8187|Even in those first dear arms, which are the life-blood 8187|Of holy maid, and can, though not of blood, 8187|Still wear my memory as a memory 8187|From memory. Oh, but the dreadful thought, 8187|The dreadful thought, which was before me now, 8187|That I, whom fate forbade, should fall and lie 8187|Forever, in those arms which are the grave 8187|Of him who died in grief, in pleasure, joy, 8187|In agony--and yet,--oh, very well, 8187|'Twere yet to have thought, 'twere yet to have thought so; 8187|For we, a few years back, at that dread time, 8187|When that which was before us lay before us, 8187|Before us, in those arms, were lying cold-- 8187|This hope was ere we took one step away. ======================================== SAMPLE 565 ======================================== ; 1279|And I've seen the tender daisies grow; 1279|I've seen the tender daisies blow, 1279|And the lily lily forms a flow'r; 1279|I've seen the wee white lilies blow, 1279|And the lily lolls upon the snow; 1279|And, oh! with me the larks would build, 1279|And I never heard the winds to stir, 1279|And never a flower had lost a thorn, 1279|On the grave of the goodgreen-broom. 1279|There was a blithe old Blaud, and he, 1279|Was a merry, bewitching A'; 1279|And Nannie was a bonnie boy, 1279|And Jane was a bonnie boy. 1279|Auld Robie did allow this cruel story, 1279|To witness a' his injur'd mistress; 1279|She gied her a hundred to one shillings, 1279|And swore by Lord Mayor o' the village, 1279|That she gat the curates o'er his gillings, 1279|And curseth the steeples o' money. 1279|A gillie was by gude Lord Mayor, 1279|A' gude ale was by gude Lord Mayor. 1279|He made a woo to her pretty black cow, 1279|And bade her come to a milk-white stockin, 1279|And she would the cock-tail kiss, and he 1279|Would fain hae theekit thee; 1279|And she fell in love wi' Lord Mayor. 1279|A lammie was by red-brown ale, 1279|And a biggit staff, and a silver girdle; 1279|And anon he married a red-brown roan, 1279|And twa red girdles hung wi' girdle: 1279|And he gaed up, and he gaed down, 1279|And he gaed hame wi' the girdle. 1279|It was some in the cauld, an' some at the ale, 1279|And they made muckle ado and a' fechtly; 1279|And it cam to nae what ye never shall hear, 1279|But it kep' out how for her sweet wee body. 1279|Then up and spake a young man, a waleysodd: 1279|It was, Gentlemen, spare her! 1279|"And a skelp to me gude ale shall be, 1279|If I did see her ma fills my mou'!" 1279|"I'll trow ye maunna," quo' he, " fu' true; 1279|I'll trow ye maunna," quo' she; 1279|"For a' the girdles I hae but to do, 1279|I'll trow ye maunna." 1279|He has took her by the rippon-white, 1279|And he has gane till he feist out her tongue; 1279|There was not a sight in the lan' in a tow, 1279|To see her cum in, and hear her draw: 1279|And there's my dear and my young pi's-dead 1279|With her twa red girdles over her head. 1279|She wadna leave the house in a minute, 1279|For nae company round a mile, 1279|Or a' that she wad hae, 1279|But for to meet her again she's a greetin, 1279|And says her lanely, lanely bairn, 1279|Oh, she's a gude and a sweet bit o' greetin, 1279|But for to meet her again, by Saint dispersed! 1279|Oh, she's a gude and a sweet bit o' greetin, 1279|Oh, she's a gude and a sweet bit o' greetin'! 1279|She's fled with the fleet in the North's rolling smoke. 1279|O it's I that is gone, she's gone. 1279|My true love has taken my heart's own. 1279|The flames that burnt my heart for me 1279|Have withered and vanished like grass: 1279|It's I that am left with the leaves on the tree, 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 566 ======================================== 8187|Held his place by that lovely lady's side. 8187|One touch to her hand he brought, and she 8187|Caught his eyes, while he gazed at her eyes-- 8187|He must never recall the thought that he 8187|Had so lovely a vision for pies. 8187|His lip was on one lip, and he 8187|Sighed, as though by the finger of fate, 8187|"The Queen is in wax, if the powder is good, 8187|And _he_ hopes she will live in _his_ state." 8187|Oh! whatever might come of the matter, he 8187|Whispered just as his captor would do! 8187|"_Mais nos mons bien me cachieres,_ 8187|_Les mons bien me cachieres._" 8187|'Twas thus he thought, "I am going 8187|To see my lord on the ramparts here, 8187|And bring out a fine turkey, maybe, 8187|To serve the King for a mess of cheer. 8187|"Some eggs, which I've bought in my kitchen, 8187|And eggs of every kind, 8187|Which I'm glad he has neither of them left, 8187|But he makes a few short bread _chef_." 8187|He thought, "The meal I shall waste," next, "for 8187|There are only some things left to eat-- 8187|A watch--perhaps half a dozen--for 8187|One cup of wine, I'm afraid, yet _just_." 8187|Oh! oh! the happy thoughts that flew 8187|Through his brain by the light he knew; 8187|And still from his inmost heart he heard 8187|The echo of his own sweet word, 8187|"The Queen is in wax, if the powder is good, 8187|And _he_ hopes, though he's counted by wealth, he 8187|Has got something in common, for he 8187|Will buy that for which he must die." 8187|He turned at his friend, and he heard, in a voice 8187|As soft as the voice he had uttered, 8187|"_Come! draw me a circle, for all is well, 8187|And the King is in wax, if the powder is good, 8187|And the King is in mould, if the white man's food 8187|Is rightly browned out, if his food is good!" 8187|But, ah! who knows the cause, or draws his eyes, 8187|Or who _is_ the King, who, with smile and sigh, 8187|Holds his court in the palace, the palace, and dies; 8187|Who talks of _one_ wrong, and another _another_; 8187|Who thinks--but he seldom--of _two_--of the _way_-- 8187|That the whole of his life is bought and sold. 8187|The first time he heard of the news was his own; 8187|His eyes were close- lidless, his heart was tied fast, 8187|And thus had resolved the affair was--alone-- 8187|And he said, "That's the Queen, and I'm in the blast!" 8187|The next time he heard of the news was his own; 8187|His heart was tied fast, and he felt for shame, 8187|For the King was in wax, he could swear not a hair, 8187|And the King was in rose. Who was he? What was she? 8187|What was she? Her own sisters or others, or none; 8187|All the thought was, "We're going to make a White House-- 8187|It's a nice French House, as the law says, _there_; 8187|And I'll make it a rule for _one_ 'undred," said he, 8187|"_Should a man ever learn _who_ is here but _he_ 8187|Just to keep up a flourish--so much is his cost-- 8187|_For we build out new trees_--we'll build up the cost." 8187|He saw the last hope of his life that he'd get 8187|On that day when he was about to die-- 8187|That he might, with his iron, disturb the hive 8187|With a _feeling_ as he _thought_ ======================================== SAMPLE 567 ======================================== |And I say to thee, that all good things 1004|Have their root in the earth. May thy desire 1004|Come unto my son, and buil him well, 1004|If so be that to Hell I then was bent." 1004|Thus did he speak, and then the blessed fire 1004|That fain had kindled in my heart appear'd 1004|Like a soft-haughing maiden, who have power 1004|To feel how unawares she still upholds 1004|Her virgin tresses, and her breasts when young. 1004|"Lo!" to myself I said, "what time of grace 1004|The mountain stretches, how it wears the cloak, 1004|Reminded by thy light, I may be gone 1004|All wearied out, and my left side all scorched." 1004|As at the name of Thisbe, she had placed 1004|A stool, with which she press'd her lips to sing, 1004|And that before them broke themselves again; 1004|Thus I, the whilst she spake, a little rill 1004|Of melody ran on, and I began, 1004|"Thankest thy Maker, who for thy dear sake 1004|People and murderers of men have framed 1004|A state to joy in, which is fair without 1004|A softer heart, as every righteous thing 1004|Smooths pen so limn. thank Him who gave it me, 1004|Sped also through the world, who set me free 1004|From th' enemies' hand. praise to the high 1004|Doing, which, as thou hast all attain'd, desire 1004|Thine aid, which raised me to the empyreal heaven." 1004|"I was," she sang, "O son, upon this path, 1004|Which thou hast followed, so that now I take 1004|Too far my form. But, O vouchsafe me,kes! 1004|I will make good beginning here, where I 1004|May bear thee back to the first star, that shines 1004|Above on the sixth hand." Onward we mov'd, 1004|The seventh upon the road, so bright 1004|I saw the sun's face, and with fix'd gaze 1004|Long seal'd the ground beneath. "Whilome," saidst thou, 1004|"For this cause up the mountain, at whose side 1004|The Ithacans flock, their guardians all 1004|As far remov'd, as Caesar's. See therefrom 1004|A lake, call'd Chaonia, in the earth 1004|All vanish'd, save that here a myriad isle 1004|All mov'd and divers: one as light as day, 1004|The other as 't is lucent, in the north. 1004|Perchance it hath look'd round so many isles, 1004|That saw the comets in the poop, and then 1004|The' crooking land-wind stir deliciousest." 1004|"Of all that I have shown thee, since that gate 1004|We enter'd first, whose threshold is to none 1004|Denied, nought else so worthy of regard, 1004|As is this river, has thine eye discern'd, 1004|O'er which the flaming volley all is quench'd." 1004|So pass'd we through that mixture foul of snows, 1004|Ofricame, and cold, and of the world 1004|Of woe." If still more dries the rain of grief, 1004|"O souls!" I thus began, "poor spirits! blind 1004|In good so high, that ye are undone, 1004|And your good will hath all its will, that seeks 1004|A like reward. But if on you reflect, 1004|That, hard' doth find the soul without delight, 1004|The mid reward is great, e'en that the Chief, 1004|Of whose swift mind all things created seemed, 1004|In his last wisdom, when the thing that won 1004|W Hope in him had made thee. Now thy will 1004|Were satisfied to know the lot awaits him, 1004|Who hither had his sheep, on which he's look'd. 1004|That passes, dost thou e'er behold him blessed, 100 ======================================== SAMPLE 568 ======================================== away in a moment, but never forget 323|That life will be roughened by death as a debt 323|On the lips that are freighted with blessings yet wet. 323|To your death will be lifted a never-refreshéd debt-- 323|To the wife that is stricken, and tear-drop that start. 323|For life will be done with; the next thing be done 323|With, and other things, and the things that have done 323|With--the things that have never been done in one. 323|He alone, unseen by a world that lies hid, 323|Bears the record of his own uplifted life, 323|Yet, ere he goes, leaves nothing to his dread 323|Save the world's least circumstance, night after night, 323|When the man hearkens, and goes not away-- 323|For the world is his shadow, and God is his stay 323|In the cradle that he knows by the hair-brainéd head; 323|In the grave that is dark, and when he is dead-- 323|In the cave of the woman his heart was a flame, 323|That he knew not, but only by Love alone, 323|That, with a soul grown heavy, his life was done. 323|For the world has perished and is not yet gone by: 323|It has found a grave where only a woman could die: 323|That her love may rest, and that she may wake, and keep 323|The hand from the hair to the eyes from the hair-- 323|For the world is his shadow, and God is his share, 323|And the world is the shadow, but God is not there. 323|The world has made us blind, 323|But we may well be blind, 323|For the world was made inside 323|By the little hands that guide, 323|And the little lips that guide. 323|Our lips may blossom newly, 323|But the flowers are all unwither'd: 323|They have mix'd and wither'd fully: 323|But the little lips will lie 323|And the flowers will wither by, 323|And the little lips that guide. 323|I was not one of your little mates, 323|I too, who boast my birth and power, 323|But I, who have no mother's sons, 323|Nor have I fellows in my hour, 323|Nor have I fellows. Think on me, 323|And I will show you, and win you, 323|But to make you your first self, I pray, 323|That you sit with your mother at play, 323|As long as your mother is in your arms, 323|And the same grave may hold you. 323|Yours ever, 323|Little Maid of Burlington. 323|It was the springtime of Thy gracious kind 323|That chirps around thy head for the long day: 323|And here we have a murmur in the wind, 323|And a rush of the water and a singing star; 323|But far above the noise of earthly jars 323|Thy gentle ear is heard. 323|I hear the calling of the little birds 323|Upon the windy hill, 323|And in the green and silent wood she kneels 323|The gentle voice of all. 323|And round about her home, the golden light 323|Wins ever new repose, 323|And little Alice makes her peace of might, 323|As well she knew the snows. 323|As Magdalen from wall to cloudy wall 323|Stretches his golden floor, 323|So in my heart below, above, below, 323|Sheds holy water o'er. 323|And in the soft and silent wood below 323|The falling notes of birds 323|Make music of the little human speech 323|That Magdalen heard, out in the midnight, when the moon was 323|tumbling through the sky. 323|A little bird sits in the bush, 323|And singing on and on; 323|Far over his blood the reed-grass stirs, 323|The nodding scythe is drawn. 323|He hears the falling showers 323|And the humming of the flowers; 323|He breaks the brittle sherbet tips, 323|And flutters her green fern! 323|He heeds the chilly furrows, he 323|Is lifting the parched sod; 323|Fearing to meet the wind and rain, 323|He ======================================== SAMPLE 569 ======================================== , 13167|As much as you please; 13167|But a better way lies without sight, 13167|And a better way lies without sight. 13167|When you think this is a book, 13167|You may care to make it snug, 13167|But a better way lies without sight, 13167|And a better way lies without sight. 13167|A job! A job! Sometime the matter'll do-- 13167|And, just as much as you'll do the other day-- 13167|A job that is just a job to beat 13167|And never be the same. 13167|Who never had a job to do 13167|Would never take his pay. 13167|He made his money out of what 13167|He left behind; 13167|And, when he saw the whole thing stir, 13167|They didn't know what to do. 13167|Who never had a job to do, 13167|And a little job to do. 13167|To help the others in the race 13167|He sometimes seemed to show; 13167|For, though they wanted him to face, 13167|He had a job to do. 13167|There was a man whose skill in tricks 13167|His master had displayed; 13167|But his exceeding skiddiness 13167|Would serve him to the trade. 13167|In the first days of the year he'd been 13167|Away from his farm; 13167|And this is what he'd caught, and seen 13167|And published every pail. 13167|When the house was new, and the land was green, 13167|And the children loved to play, 13167|They sent him to the bush of wood 13167|To take a large supply; 13167|When the bush was small and the man afraid 13167|To let it do a bite. 13167|When the bush was bright, and the children small 13167|He sent them in, to bring 13167|The colors that they wore on his coat and plaid, 13167|To buy a pair of gloves; 13167|When the bush gave over to all the fun 13167|And he gave them back the dirt. 13167|Then the old wife made a "tinkling trade," 13167|So far as she had come; 13167|And when she came at last to take her feed, 13167|She found the "wolf of the wood." 13167|Now the way is good, and the stars seem bright 13167|Because they cannot see 13167|The homes that they live in; they're always light 13167|And are always bright by me. 13167|I went out asking a single "maid," 13167|And just then I lost my way; 13167|But a finish had taken my very poor dog 13167|I found myself at the other day. 13167|Oh, I went in to my window all day, 13167|And saw the city and the town 13167|And the children and the men and the women 13167|And the sleepy little baby down. 13167|I went out to my window and saw 13167|The moon above my head; 13167|But a light came over the waves of the sea 13167|And gave my little bed. 13167|I went out to my window to see 13167|The pretty Moon with her one white eye. 13167|And then I looked at the clock pretty 13167|And said, "There you are--I hope you're by." 13167|I went out to my window in a dark, 13167|And saw a little picture that I saw: 13167|There was a little woman, who had a white petticoat 13167|And made it out of hair; 13167|It was a little woman and not very small, 13167|And her name was Mr. Ballad. Well, the picture is very fine, 13167|But she was onlyMrs. Ballad, for the picture hung above the line, 13167|There's little Marie penniless in the gathering night, 13167|And she had nothing to match with her white and crimson bride. 13167|In a little coffin I found what she carried in the cart 13167|At the moment when she came she gave her two white tape, 13167|With a comb and willow wand for a tiger-lily comb, 13167|And a comb shut ======================================== SAMPLE 570 ======================================== upon their own good-will 4369|Comes the great gladiolus-bird: 4369|"I'll be a bird," he says, "and when 4369|"I'm caught in the bush" he says, 4369|And leaves them at their mother's knee, 4369|To play in that sweet solitude, 4369|And sing our songs together, too. 4369|"I'll make a nest for my own brood, 4369|And bring them out of a nest; 4369|They'll have it when it's time to go 4369|If they should sleep in that nest so drear." 4369|The children and their mother then 4369|Are seated by the fire, 4369|And playing sleepily and slow, 4369|The rest from morn till night. And they 4369|Watch over everything they love: 4369|All things that are most beautiful 4369|To them are most beautiful, 4369|And this most beautiful, and dear 4369|To them is life and food. They say, 4369|"If you would have me for a day 4369|I will come back this very day." 4369|And now they sit upon the hearth, 4369|And listen to the children's cries 4369|In wonderment the very night 4369|That is so like the silence of the stars 4369|That they hear only dimly by. 4369|When all the children gather round, 4369|Under the great broad tree, 4369|And with laughter and with scold sound 4369|Go to and fro at house and tree, 4369|If I had half a mind to hear 4369|A little noise of voices grand 4369|Like sweet waves on a shallow strand,-- 4369|I hear a music in my heart, 4369|The winds of quiet, happy, vast 4369|And soft as waves of summer sea, 4369|The sounds of singing sea winds sigh 4369|Along the shoreless, happy shoreless sea. 4369|Where the dappled sun and the silver rain 4369|Laugh and run like a leaf in the sun, 4369|And the song of the river, sweet and low, 4369|Sings the infinite sea of the sun 4369|Whose gorses move without any track, 4369|Save the song of his quiet love, 4369|Rills me through the turbulent air, 4369|Lit by his quiet eyes, and fair 4369|Pleasure in the moonbeams, soft, 4369|Comes the pitiless moon. Far and dim 4369|In the shadow of the tree towers, dim, 4369|The dappled tide flows with glimmering tide, 4369|Shedding out its sinister gloam 4369|On the desolate shoreless, silent sea. 4369|With their melancholy, melancholy sound 4369|Of a burden worn by the hands of the 4369|Rapid sands of time, we pause and look 4369|(Hearkened with a tearful, tumultuous, wistful eye), 4369|At the silent, mysterious, unknown sky: 4369|While with gentle and tender hands 4369|We point to the distant and forgotten West, 4369|Far down in the shadowy, mysterious West, 4369|Where the great white stars like petals of frost 4369|Flare through the dim fields of space, 4369|And over the infinite, mysterious West, 4369|Like a smile on the lips of space. 4369|On the desolate sands of the shoreless sea, 4369|Far down in the shadowy, unknown West, 4369|The children sit in the fireside, 4369|They look toward the shoreless, mysterious West. 4369|On the sands of the desolate sea, 4369|In the beautiful moonlit, mysterious sky, 4369|They watch till the night comes nigh 4369|Through their eyes of deep tender tears, 4369|And their lips with deep kisses are weary and low, 4369|They watch till their voices grow weary and slow. 4369|And the children sit still in the quiet home, 4369|Where the tide of the night wanders o'er, 4369|And the soft, sweet kisses of the sea 4369|Awake in the hearts of their children once more: 4369|And a sweet and mournful sound ======================================== SAMPLE 571 ======================================== ." This line is in Shakespeare's description of the 43271|"And nodding roses drop their thorny nest, 43271|And wanton loves disport on every word." 43271|"Tantum qui me gelidis am[or]t: nam c[=o]co 43271|Hora sit ditibus, et pueris mori." 43271|"And birds of light refulgent wing preceiv'd 43271|The eagle, from her rosy eastern height." 43271|"And in fair meads where cheerful harps have breath'd 43271|A thousand strains of reeds swam sweet with Pan. 43271|By listening to the pleasing tale 43271|He stole from me three lovely notes, 43271|A soft unusual sound that day 43271|My lips could hardly longer stay. 43271|A little stream of flutes was he 43271|That ne'er yet sang the soft deceiving line; 43271|And now he pipes a tender strain, 43271|As if his voice did join again; 43271|But vain the hope, with flowery wreath 43271|Brings on the lip its silken snare." 43271|"And who is Colin, I implore? 43271|His name, but not his mother's, boy." 43271|"It cannot be, beside yon aged oak 43271|Named from its uprooting branches: he is gone. 43271|The boy unborn left his mother's lap, 43271|A green isle in the waters of the deep, 43271|Where all the winds, in emulation, 43271|With music sweet, were labouring at their will; 43271|And, as the boy foretold, his youthful lover, 43271|To his green isle the godlike maiden gave, 43271|While on her lap his golden tresses floated, 43271|And his fair locks fell distantly to wave." 43271|"I heard my mistress' sighs, 43271|And felt my panting heart arise; 43271|My soul was fill'd with other pangs, 43271|That I had smarted in her eyes: 43271|But now, alas! it flutters yet, 43271|I can no longer bear to see those eyes." 43271|"O mother! O thou cruel maid! 43271|I did not for your promise spurn; 43271|You see, I cannot help thee now; 43271|For, while I seek, my love is on return. 43271|No longer could I see those eyes again, 43271|And all that love within my breast is plain. 43271|I thought to find thee now in tears, 43271|But sweeter was the sound to my ears 43271|Of the same strain of waters, 43271|That, as they fell on me so sweetly, 43271|I still repeat, though I deplore 43271|The loss of thee, the loss of thee!" 43271|"For in thy bower thy dearest love 43271|With secret tears was often pressed. 43271|But now my falling flames discover 43271|In the same strains that I bemoan 43271|That which my hopeless faith could give." 43271|"O, may no softer love embrace 43271|My hopeless spirit into grace; 43271|But as thou wert, so is my heart: 43271|My love, in thine, shall live and move; 43271|And as each morning dew descried, 43271|The life-blood of my sorrows' dried." 43271|"I am the one thing to deplore, 43271|That mourn'd in Heaven's decree the Syrian King, 43271|An exile, wracked with Grecian woes." 43271|"Yet was there light at first in Heaven 43271|Which did not fail, though hope had died in vain; 43271|And as the boy, who seeks his home 43271|Before the time to die of pain, 43271|No love but what a man may know, 43271|Is wavering from the paths he trod, 43271|But seeks to find some place of rest. 43271|When he was gone, there came a change, 43271|And in a cloud of tears was seen his woe. 43271|"O! how I long to travel back, 43271|To find that thou hast brought me over wide! 43 ======================================== SAMPLE 572 ======================================== through the streets of all the town. 30659|To one who was tired of the chase with adventure, 30659|And had lain in a lodging-house on the night, 30659|Was an Englishman came riding over the hill, 30659|With a pair of boots, in the back of his saddle, 30659|Swaying his musket-girth jauntily. 30659|And the plumed hat, the long red cloak, and the short red cloak, 30659|Show'd the naked path like a child in sport. 30659|He sped ahead with a jingle of steel in his ear, 30659|And the spur that he knew for the top of a mile 30659|Was sharp and wary, but suited him best for a jeer; 30659|And he slack'd in his speed, for an hour before him bow'd, 30659|Then plung'd in a ditch and the rest of his track took back. 30659|And down to the forebridge jutting, there they halted, 30659|Where two fierce roods, a score of horse and men, 30659|Awaiting the challenge of red hot London day, 30659|On a shingly dawn of the newly-born day, 30659|All hotly driving, and, all well together, they rode. 30659|'Twas the night before March, when--as out of the ring-- 30659|The boar and his hunters had left the woodlands 30659|And came at last to the place of their waiting-place. 30659|In a trice they had halted, and stood on the brink 30659|Of the water, and lo! with an eye like the moon 30659|They lifted a leap, and the buffalo snapt in the moon. 30659|And a cry of joy from the nearest the rocks rose shrilling, 30659|A blast of exultation and nearer and quicker 30659|Than the breath of the air from his nostrils failing 30659|Burst like the first breath of the morning breeze, 30659|And swept like a leaf in the wind at one o'clock in the trees. 30659|And when the long chase came at last, and the woods were laid 30659|The race was run, and the hunters were gone, 30659|And the tall man sat at the end of the rails, 30659|And the tall man dropt toward the bank, and saw 30659|With a sad surprise and pity that one 30659|Child in its eagerness who was its cub 30659|And its great strength growing into man. 30659|The breath of the morning breeze fell cool on his forehead, 30659|And the great cloud of the morning light 30659|Made yellow the tasselled grasses and fringe 30659|On his sad, indolent eyes. 30659|And after a while he sat in the valley, 30659|And the hill-wind was mildest at all, 30659|And the wind most gentle, and softest that ever was blown 30659|On his own soft forehead, and his heart 30659|Reeled in the unconscious thought the thought 30659|Was of a home, and the lonely child was gone, 30659|And the child lay on the earth. 30659|And the clouds put off on the valley, 30659|Going down the slopes like silver clouds, 30659|Going down the valleys like summer clouds, 30659|Going down the slopes like summer clouds, 30659|Going in and out, and over again, 30659|Breezes blowing and leaves, tree-tops crying 30659|The wind of the morning with fire in them, 30659|Water falling, tree-tops moist, and dry, 30659|Breezes blowing and grass with flowers-- 30659|All the earth was like unto his child, 30659|And he saw it going, see, and turn 30659|To leave his place and go. 30659|But the shadow of the cloud, the shadow of cloud, 30659|Went out and never again came back. 30659|The voice of the wind, the cry of the bird, 30659|Went out, and never again came back. 30659|And his mother, Mary, she, in her sleep, 30659|Went out and never again came back. 30659|Children are playing in the meadow by the light of the moon, 30659|Twinkling water-lilies in the meadow by the door. ======================================== SAMPLE 573 ======================================== ,--I know the very thing!" 8187|At length there came a man,-- 8187|A nymph, upon the wing; 8187|And, as she glanced her head, she 8187|Perplext his shoulders soon 8187|That ill-condition'd pair,-- 8187|Which made the maid look full of awe, 8187|And hope a lurking dread. 8187|To him she said, 8187|"I _must_ continue so, 8187|But oh, to heart enclasp some charm,-- 8187|Her words were, I foreknow,-- 8187|_Thou_ hast no mind to hear, 8187|But tell me, maiden, why, 8187|In all this dreariness, 8187|So sad, so melancholy, 8187|In all this dreary company, 8187|In this bewildering company?" 8187|"Yes, maiden,--I would fain 8187|Dissolve thee of that sacred chain; 8187|But--O, believe me,--in it 8187|Those eyes should be--yes, _yes_!" 8187|"Yes, maid,--I fain would fain 8187|Smother thee with that fainting glance, 8187|Which, when once seen, we both have 8187|As suitor in our days; 8187|And, though all other charms may 8187|Lurk in thy soothering arms, to me 8187|The smiles of sunny childhood be. 8187|"Yes, maid,--I fain would fain 8187|Smother thee with those locks of thine 8187|Which o'er thy cheek so darkly shine,-- 8187|Those locks so golden o'er the wine, 8187|As thou shouldst only be divine." 8187|Then round her arms the nymph he flung, 8187|And fast and earnestly she cried, 8187|"Oh! yes, my soul, I must not stay! 8187|Oh! yes, to stay, as if thou wert 8187|The nimblest flower of the land!" 8187|"Yes, maiden,--I must go 8187|And join thee at my father's door; 8187|But thou art blest in all the world,-- 8187|In both to join thee evermore!" 8187|Then round her arms the nymph he raised, 8187|And, circling round her head, he sigh'd; 8187|And said, "Oh, let us love the youth, 8187|Who thus in joyous dance hath join'd; 8187|For he, with thee, in fond delight 8187|Hath bow'd his soul to thee,-- 8187|And, though, in love's soft hour, I wear 8187|His soul to meet it there." 8187|Forth went her father's favorite maid; 8187|From out her mirror drew 8187|A brightness as of morning dews 8187|When every gaudy toy 8187|Stands on the mirror's brim; 8187|While, as from out the mirror's side, 8187|She threw her lovely form, 8187|In pledge of joy, by golden-tinted, 8187|To that bright cup, whose draught was wine, 8187|And thus, with lip of mirth, 8187|Without a frown, she spoke her name-- 8187|"It shall be yours to reign!" 8187|And, as, in that festivity, 8187|She turn'd her sparkling eye, 8187|She vow'd, "that _he_, in love's soft reign, 8187|Shall ne'er put off to die,-- 8187|But that shall be his pledge enforiven." 8187|Then, in her mother's arms, she threw, 8187|With that mild look of love, 8187|A group of maidens, in whose look 8187|And tone she ne'er could move, 8187|Nor, as she talk'd, could make her brook 8187|To brook a bliss above. 8187|A blooming youth and she, whose hair 8187|Fled lightly o'er his brow,-- 8187|A snow-white dove,--the bird that set, 8187|Sung sweetly to and fro. 8 ======================================== SAMPLE 574 ======================================== -like we view with care 35779|This nameless, owning nameless place 35779|Of every man, for nature's sake, 35779|Of every child the world can make. 35779|The years are spent on silent lips; 35779|The gray is deepened of the days. 35779|The gray is full of garnered things; 35779|The years are spent on other things. 35779|The earth, whose seasons are the same, 35779|With all a mother's fears and joys, 35779|Still holds her treasure and her fame. 35779|The great are dead. The little good 35779|Is wasted as the sunless hours 35779|Which come to us on weary wings. 35779|There is no use to vex at strings 35779|The fancies of eternity; 35779|There is no use to seek the stars 35779|Though Time has made them wise and wise. 35779|The great have lost the ancient debt, 35779|And all the crowns forgot of old, 35779|We might not call them to refuse 35779|The little gifts the rich refrained 35779|(Though in their places they have heard 35779|Their meaning in our daily word) 35779|Are not sufficient to invest 35779|The treasure of the humble mind. 35779|We see its outer riddle solved, 35779|Its riddles solved of mystery, 35779|Its riddles solved, and, better still, 35779|The riddles solved, and, better still, 35779|The riddles solved. 35779|We hear no more the sad refrain 35779|Of one refrain that chides again; 35779|We only know that every purse 35779|That knowledge builds has got can brave 35779|And serves the poor. 35779|The years that make the laurel grow 35779|Are but the shadows at us flung; 35779|Flat as a wolf upon the foe, 35779|It follows after with the old 35779|Aslant of the world. 35779|Oh, give us courage for the years 35779|When, one by one, 35779|We'll go before them in the haze 35779|Their quiet sun. 35779|To-day, to-morrow, let us stand 35779|Upon the right! 35779|For there's a living hill at hand 35779|Beyond that height. 35779|There's neither sun nor moon, 35779|And silence, silence, and the light 35779|Divinely fair. 35779|There's neither moon nor star; 35779|And silence, silence, and the sky 35779|Where, in one mighty unity, 35779|The world is fair. 35779|There's neither tide nor tempest's fire, 35779|Nor the loud blast 35779|Of the great future that shall tire 35779|The soul of man. 35779|There's neither answer, cry nor cry; 35779|There is no night nor day. 35779|And there's no home, 35779|Where joys have fled, 35779|Where the great perished as the die, 35779|Whose life remains, 35779|Where the great perished, where the dead 35779|Struck breathless, sped; 35779|Where ages passed, 35779|Whose shapes were vanished in one span 35779|Of time and man. 35779|There are no ends for Time, 35779|But one hope in him, one perfect rest; 35779|There is no end of things; 35779|And all must tend, 35779|Tow'rs and stars, 35779|The ways that tend, 35779|The ways that mend, 35779|The ways that mend: 35779|There's nothing all along the way 35779|But is to be 35779|The end 35779|Of man with God. 35779|One little pearl of sunburnt truth, 35779|That melts into a gem of love, 35779|Or burns upon the altar's youth 35779|And lights the world anew above. 35779|One little pearl of careless shame, 35779|That dies because a thing of fame 35779|Sets all men's rights apart from blame. 35779|There is no end. 35779|It ends where hate is slain or bled, 35779|Or selfish drops ======================================== SAMPLE 575 ======================================== ." 8187|Thus, as at first with wonder rife, they caught 8187|Sir _Jeffery_, from a fair and beauteous nymph. 8187|"If you had known," she told the maid, "the cause 8187|Would scarce have given you but one short glance, 8187|Such as, if 'twere too soon, we in our youth, 8187|Would scarce have done you to your endless growth. 8187|"That you should ask no other but to dance 8187|Your own sweet minuet,--such as you shall hear 8187|From that same maid, by ladies always got, 8187|Bid you go forth to meet him, and appear, 8187|Till I have blushed into a lover's ear." 8187|Then, turning to my friend, I said a word, 8187|But 'twas a false and worthless thing, you said: 8187|"I, too, the pretty nymph is for my lord; 8187|But I must own that, with the lady's aid, 8187|She would, I doubt not, even for a breath, 8187|As well as I, should meet my own sweet death." 8187|"And, sweet," he said, "her first and dearest word 8187|'Twill cheer my soul as 'twere to give her rest, 8187|But 'tis not much to love him as you do 8187|The noble lady that is now your guest, 8187|For she is mine, whom you have long caressed, 8187|And for an only second time denied, 8187|A heart less true than mine, a soul less kind 8187|Than she, whom you have made my mistress, cried." 8187|"So let it then be!" I cried aloud, 8187|But--"Yes, that must!" and as I said, 8187|I wept, and sobbed aloud; I sobbed and cried, 8187|'Twas ended all of me and you, sweet bride. 8187|No time I had to weep, 'twas so my lot 8187|Was less for you, than all your gifts to me; 8187|And since, in truth, you've given me that of one 8187|That I for you, in all, may live upon, 8187|I've scarce a wish to make my own, sweet bride.' 8187|But on our marriage staircase, just at noon, 8187|We lodged our betters when the train did dine, 8187|And on the selfsame spot our glances spent, 8187|Which had been long ago become our curse, 8187|And we received a glance from that foul spot, 8187|Where, when an hour or two had circled round, 8187|We found ourselves at last, or soon or late, 8187|On some fine holiday, at least so late, 8187|And as to feasts, for revel past, we said, 8187|That we in this our present home would stay,-- 8187|Thus, at the close of many a jovial day, 8187|We quarrelled o'er the subject of the play, 8187|And, in the concert of the mimic verse, 8187|Each with one zeldly glance, as rapt as morn, 8187|We saw the merry Vivien of the morn. 8187|We soon, as gayly as we jovially 8187|And, in the parlor, too, was somewhat civil, 8187|We found our various feelings all aglow 8187|With the delicious passions we had lately 8187|In our first childhood, yet, alas! we know 8187|What course of life we've waded since we met, 8187|Till we had grown up like the elves of other lands, 8187|And, on the truth, our heads were much less serious 8187|When gazing on the very sourceless ocean 8187|That from the Heavens we now adore. 8187|But soon a change came o'er us, as we thought, 8187|And ere one of our senses quite had caught 8187|An old, bald head, and eye-glue quite before us 8187|It looked most like a picture in the gutter, 8187|A very idol, but a counterpart 8187|Of our first parents, now, alas! we miss, 8187|Long ======================================== SAMPLE 576 ======================================== ._ _Marmion_, the goddess of the hunting. 29358|_Cursed, dared, and cursed, I tell thee what shall come._ 29358|'Flee ye, my father's house! But flee ye not. 29358|For lo, I follow at thy heels._ 29358|'Tis the wilde thing I flee, that nought availeth. 29358|_Scylla_, the goddess of the burning sky. 29358|_Dense_, heavy. 29358|_She_, _and she alone, but I her._ 29358|_Scylla_, _I will help thee, and I will aid thee._ 29358|So saying she roused Achilles from her sleep, 29358|And when awaking, forth she walked the sea; 29358|And as she looked on Phoebus on that isle, 29358|Unto the sea-nymphs, clad in cloudy white, 29358|She looked upon the waves and that long night. 29358|Then spake Achilles, and the while they both 29358|Hearkened unto their mistress, how he might 29358|Have slain the slayer of his mistress dear; 29358|But that was long: for that Diana slew 29358|The slayer of his mistress. Who must be, 29358|Or ever his foreson, that will be, 29358|What man there may, that in the deep sea should 29358|And all the deep sea drown? 29358|Then with his head upon his breast upraised 29358|He cried aloud: 29358|'O daughter, who by God and man hath proved 29358|How manfully thou lovest all the land, 29358|Go now forth from these walls, and wend with me, 29358|For neither of us hath God nor man subdued-- 29358|For ye shall all be vanquished, overthrown, 29358|And from your bodies have ye all been hurled. 29358|Ye know not this; but if ye saw with me 29358|Ye made me conquered,--I had conquered death 29358|In his embraces,--so great victory 29358|A little while would I have in the field. 29358|But I shall die in peace, and ye may see 29358|The day to come when the long-coming foe, 29358|Grim death, come down on him, and smite him low, 29358|Lest ere I die, his very arms shall do.' 29358|O daughter, this was all your prayer for him, 29358|And thou shall live to see Achilles' ghost 29358|Ride on the strand of the dark ocean-side, 29358|And bear him to the ships, a mighty ghost. 29358|But as when a man marred, as when a ghost 29358|Falls out with breath to bring the swift ship-ships 29358|Tearing into the dark, the tangled ways 29358|Of some wild sea, and all a stretch of sea 29358|The wind and wave have choked that inly rage 29358|Against its fury, so with fury fell 29358|That one the sea and one the land withstood, 29358|And one the ships withstood and slew. 29358|Now were the Danaans wailing and adust 29358|To see Achilles' ships all shattered o'er 29358|From their foundations; but on many a shore 29358|They wept, with weeping eyes and streaming chests. 29358|Then answered to their tears and moaned again: 29358|'O daughters dear of Jove, all utterly 29358|I have cast off my life, my spirit's dream-- 29358|For now have I made happy sacrifice 29358|To Fate, and now I know that Zeus is wisest 29358|Who keepeth all this wide-built town of Troy. 29358|A mighty city he, the Fates allow, 29358|And not the Fates have set it to this day. 29358|Yet this I know; yet, O, thou lord of birds, 29358|May all men know thee as thou wert and sweet, 29358|And know what men and women thou hast been.' 29358|Then on the top of this with many tears 29358|She wept, and soothed his eyes with the sweet woe 29358|And with soft speech and kindly words she spake: 29358|'O son, from ======================================== SAMPLE 577 ======================================== on the breast and cheek the kiss 34298|Of one fond wife. For ah! how much, O God! 34298|That, as if in that happiness, the soul 34298|Had its mortality not always full, 34298|Had it the power to sin in life to be 34298|God's second sent Shipmate! One in whom 34298|The human race's affections, which were mine 34298|To lead me to the people, might be here 34298|With woman's instinct; yet methinks, and soon, 34298|The sacred cause of worship may be ours! 34298|Him the Almighty answer'd, Let us fly 34298|And swiftly follow where thy thoughts pursue 34298|The prayer of man to fellowship: 34298|Man's fiery planet soon must leave the way, 34298|And find the savage needful realm to shun 34298|And man's true wisdom, and the saving power 34298|To help Him in his need, with equal love; 34298|The Power which is Almighty, is the Lord, 34298|Though man depart, yet man must ever love. 34298|The sun is set, but with a tranquil light. 34298|On yonder rick I see a beacon blaze, 34298|'Tis shrunken from the night, and yet it glows 34298|With sterner splendour; nor man's thought of crime; 34298|It dies, but yet it lives, the immortal life! 34298|A woman, while she slumbers by her fire, 34298|Is from the darkness to the light of day: 34298|Who may have heard me sing her lullaby, 34298|And mark'd my happy childhood's short-lived play? 34298|I know thee not; but I shall not say 34298|How beautiful indeed that light! 34298|No mortal eye but mine can read thy name, 34298|Or mix a sigh with mine, in sadness tears 34298|Thine olden mood too soon, but not its own. 34298|And yet methinks, if thou wert here alone, 34298|My votive verse should all the circle charm 34298|To which thy name rolls, and to fix thy mind. 34298|But ah! methinks, if thou couldst find a form, 34298|And bid them pass, no dark could ever come; 34298|Soft angels whisper'd to adoring eyes, 34298|And murmur'd spells, yet where thy thoughts were set, 34298|If this were so, thy God himself should speak; 34298|He would not hear from me the blissful words, 34298|The blessed word, yet would he speak thy name; 34298|Thou dost not ask me for what greater joy, 34298|Then I should say thee mine. 34298|Heaven gives no knowledge, 34298|Wealth or command; 34298|The same bright sign 34298|Life to our soul supplies 34298|Pleasure descends and supplies 34298|For whom it strives. 34298|O, say what is this life of ours, 34298|But death of some sweet spirit, which may be 34298|Our little playmate?--life of thee, 34298|And that which mocks at fate so sweet a thing, 34298|As death--the meanest part of her fair young!-- 34298|And Love's sweet wages! Gold she does not bring 34298|Nor heeds the fortunes of the passing hour, 34298|The moment's waste;--nor yet the hour 34298|When some chance guest, no matter what, 34298|And I am present at the board;-- 34298|To her I give whatever's more, 34298|I am as those that pass the door. 34298|They cannot take the joy away, 34298|For what is joy, is grief to me; 34298|To her my happiness I say, 34298|That has no bliss! 34298|They cannot take the joy to stay 34298|That has no root of grief, 34298|For I am wearied with the day 34298|That had my own chief joy: 34298|To them I give whatever's more, 34298|I am as those who pass the door. 34298|There is a garden in her face, 34298|Round which two loves make roses, 34298|And, for their hue, one's smile would grace 34298 ======================================== SAMPLE 578 ======================================== |Of all the past experiences, 2620|When the sad, slow years weeps no more 2620|For the comfort of unploughed years, 2620|Than, with wept tears, O! for our tears. 2620|When, in the long and dreary years, 2620|We find alone the broken chords, 2620|Where Memory comes with tired wings, 2620|And Sorrow sits and turns her eyes 2620|To the wild poet wise and wise, 2620|We shall but drop our earthly seeds, 2620|And with them flowers and song-birds sing. 2620|WE love to talk. They are not far, 2620|So let us hide our ears apart, 2620|And let the laughter of the storm 2620|Steal over them and make them yours. 2620|Who knows if it be worth the pain 2620|You give or give that I forget? 2620|Our hearts, whose touch is as the rain 2620|That flashes in the April air, 2620|Are lighter than the singing hearts 2620|Of children when they talk to them. 2620|WE do not ask a thought of Love 2620|That is not in the easy way; 2620|And yet the gift that I would bring 2620|Is more than all a summer day. 2620|For I would be the laughing boy 2620|Who dies for all the love you gave, 2620|And I am more than all the joy 2620|You hoped or held or kept as slave. 2620|I would be wary, I and you, 2620|But I would be less happy now 2620|With you--the lyric of the blue 2620|Who dies for all the love you gave. 2620|WE have no need of snow or ice 2620|For warm-panels and home; 2620|No need of foot to stir the ice, 2620|Or warm the frozen stream. 2620|All summer runs and winter runs 2620|In constant and constant race; 2620|We have no pride or any woe 2620|To bring our grief or pleasure slow, 2620|Nor any loss of love or joy 2620|To make life's journey short. 2620|We are not tied unto a tree, 2620|Or any thing that blow; 2620|Our freedom is not in the air, 2620|Nor yet with any friends we are. 2620|We love to walk, to breathe, to sing, 2620|To sway in spirit-might; 2620|But soon the hill-wind of the spring 2620|Will whistle us to-night. 2620|For all we'll say or do is right, 2620|And all we'll say or do is right. 2620|WHY liest ye in the gray, 2620|Ye who have loved the sun, 2620|Whose white and glorious eyes 2620|Have sought the shining sun? 2620|From out your heart which hides away 2620|The shame, the grief, the pain, 2620|Learn that the love ye knew 2620|Was, after all, but in vain. 2620|For who can fathom the heart 2620|Deeper than love of one? 2620|Deep in your heart the love, 2620|Strong in the sorrow, lies. 2620|For ye have loved the stars, 2620|Deep in your heart the skies; 2620|And from their radiant eyes 2620|Ye shall discern the Crown. 2620|Purer than down the vale 2620|Your love shall grow, more deep, 2620|Till over both the sea 2620|And the sea shine you so. 2620|THE world is very lovely, and the sky 2620|Smiles on one little child with golden eyes, 2620|While through the window wide 2620|Lonely and childlike hold 2620|The running gold 2620|Of a spring stream without a wind. 2620|And through the summer sky 2620|The young moon bright as July light 2620|Peers on the world's bright face 2620|And sheds a warm and glittering light. 2620|Purer than down the vale 2620|Your love shall grow, more deep, 2620|Quick in its tender veil, 2620|Clearer than all the violet. 2620|WITH ======================================== SAMPLE 579 ======================================== . By the good luck of the Lord. 18396|Tune--"_Here's a health to a good man._" 18396|Here's freedom to welcome in our train, 18396|Thro' fields we'll soothe, and prospects bright, 18396|Till our souls with God become again, 18396|And life's sweet days their sweets unite. 18396|In the shade of the shelter of his shrine, 18396|Let us hope and hop no more. 18396|There's no travail among them 18396|In the paths we've trod, 18396|And the heart can ne'er be weary 18396|Of a long enjoy'd abode 18396|Here's a health to a fellow that can't escape 18396|The dangers of the road. 18396|The King's Daughter. 18396|Sweetly deck'd she in her girdle, 18396|And she smiling did me greet; 18396|Like a star that comes divinely, 18396|Was my spirit kiss'd at meeting 18396|With those fair and gentle feet. 18396|Then we turn'd from the good man, 18396|To look up to the bright, 18396|To the spot that our girdle 18396|Had illumed, to the light. 18396|We were closely cemented, 18396|But could not in heart remain: 18396|For, alas! we can no better 18396|Do the soul we're fond of then. 18396|Then the angel tender 18396|Fell upon the place, 18396|With a smile the gilding spirit 18396|Met us face to face. 18396|We look'd up to him fondly, 18396|But more plainly he descried, 18396|Since he found both nimble, 18396|Fill'd with joy and pride. 18396|Oh, a wreath of mistletoe 18396|In a wreath of gold between us, 18396|Round the hallow'd hill low, 18396|On a hill right smooth for the sea, 18396|The sea-gulls never swelling, 18396|When they catch the sunny beams, 18396|Lovingly, on the hilltops, 18396|When the night-winds breathe no longer, 18396|And the wreath comes off in silence, 18396|And the song of birds is ended! 18396|_Hear the bed-fellow's death-lay, 18396|Say, oh, hark, and look how 18396|He will fling the life-leader 18396|In the dough on the wall, 18396|And he'll fling the chief in terror 18396|On the sight of our Sweetheart!"_ 18396|_Loudly_, proudly, did the Captain call to a thousand 18396|chers on the sands at midnight. 18396|They are all in the black land, the King's Daughter of Justice. 18396|"A good day for Haldan! A good day for Master Haldan! 18396|_Aftir-loom_, the Christmas feast, 18396|The grand chrism-stake and the Christmas wine, 18396|The merry merry Christmas past, 18396|_The hald-eald at the fore, 18396|The merry joy of a nation's feast, 18396|The hald-eald to our hall! 18396|Then Haldan doeth best 18396|To set the people's vestry bare. 18396|Though we be poor, and we be of poor, 18396|There, Lord of heaven, we're nothing great, 18396|And nothing small but we bequeath 18396|In the world's history, and make it sure 18396|Of the thing we have in sight." 18396|In the shroud of a white mist the King held his head, 18396|To the white saint, on his journey, I said, 18396|"O Prince of the Christendom! we do thee grace, 18396|To lead us all thy life! We shall all thy ways 18396|And we three from the land of the Saxons!" 18396|"I follow Christendom!" then cried I to God, 18396|"And we will follow Christendom, and glorify 18396|The King who is to this world's end denied." 18396|Then all ======================================== SAMPLE 580 ======================================== of the East, 4009|And, from her purple hills, 4009|Rise rivulets of music, strong and sweet, 4009|The music of those distant, silver seas, 4009|Whereon the voice of man may lift the tone 4009|Of the eternal sky. 4009|So, through mine everlasting years, 4009|Sweet Nature's fervid hours 4009|Keeps chanting of the love of her green hills, 4009|Sweet with her pastoral pines. 4009|And, through the silence of that music sweet, 4009|In music's gentleness, 4009|The music of that wondrous love repeat, 4009|The love of her green hills. 4009|So, let my soul, too, rest. 4009|To whom the Father of all worlds above, 4009|Thy child and angel, even in light, 4009|The child of our humanity, doth give 4009|Thee thanks of Love's bright light. 4009|To thee, O happy nation, speak 4009|From her plain lips, those perfect strains, 4009|That breathe, like joy, the golden year, 4009|Which made thy voice, thou'lt hear again 4009|In every land and clime. 4009|O happy child, in thy large heart 4009|There leaps a holy joy divine; 4009|To feel thy spirit, like a monarch's royal part, 4009|Bid but one faithful heart. 4009|There dwells the loving and the loving, 4009|And all the rest of life becomes 4009|The inspiration of thy music, 4009|In all that makes thy beauty dear 4009|In all that makes divine thy thought. 4009|There is a word, a radiant word; 4009|I hear it through the silent air, 4009|And all that earth can grant, comes short from heaven to thee, 4009|The love of angels passing fair 4009|In thy bright gleaming hair. 4009|O fairest picture of creation, 4009|With thy eternal magic wrought, 4009|In the far sky thy charms are growing, 4009|Like the young apple that smells of fruit; 4009|Or, like the rivulet that flings 4009|Its bubbling waters from the bud 4009|That bursts its blossom into blood, 4009|Like a deep river in the sea, 4009|By love and beauty born for thee! 4009|For, lo! thy spirit, in the void 4009|Sits shrouded there; and in its chair 4009|A bright and beauteous image sits, 4009|Bright with the life of former days. 4009|There bends thy face from off the moon, 4009|There fronts thy loveliness, and sings 4009|Thy praise, and thine shall fill the skies 4009|With glory like a hymn to God; 4009|And the deep-voiced music rolls 4009|Its hymn of peace from thy soul's throne 4009|To the glad angels thou art one 4009|With thy calm visions of the Blest. 4009|The light thou seest as a star 4009|Beams in the depths of heaven o'erhead, 4009|And, from his paradise afar, 4009|O'er upland and o'er deep defile 4009|Blows the glad smile of evening shade. 4009|Come, with thy cloud-winged heralds, come, 4009|Beyond the twilight of the deep, 4009|And let the peaceful night-sky sleep. 4009|And thou, dread angel of the sky, 4009|With thy sad soul brimmed round and round, 4009|Come, while life's devious dark sigh 4009|Is still unuttered, fold in fold. 4009|And from that day look up again 4009|With all the glory of thy light, 4009|And mark the glories of the chain, 4009|And mark its links in earth's sight; 4009|And, while with rapture all his breast 4009|Is filled to thee, thou, with a love 4009|Most sweet and comforting, take up 4009|His angel's words to thy glad lips; 4009|And with thy life-blood let them stir, 4009|As the swift shadows on the seas 4009|Before the ======================================== SAMPLE 581 ======================================== ! come away, come away!" 42041|"And I'll kiss you, my daughter, 42041|And you shall come to me; 42041|If you come not, my daughter, 42041|Then is the night too sweet to be! 42041|"Come away, come away, 42041|And I'll come to you, wilding. 42041|If you come not, my daughter, 42041|Then is the night too sweet to be!" 42041|And he stole into the garden, 42041|But he did not catch her eye; 42041|Said, "She is tall and pink, too, 42041|And yet, if I should die, bet!" 42041|And he stole into the garden, 42041|But he did not catch her eye: 42041|"I will kiss you, my daughter, 42041|If I come not, my daughter, 42041|Then is the night too sweet to be!" 42041|He slipped away without a sound, 42041|And he stole into the garden, 42041|But he found not, where he found, 42041|The carle and the hollyhock, 42041|And the columbine in the shock; 42041|And there the columbine he found; 42041|And there the columbine he found. 42041|Oh come away, come away, 42041|The laurel is on the tree; 42041|And if you find it, you'll be kind, love, 42041|And send your mother away with me. 42041|And if you meet her, come with me, love, 42041|And gently touch her hand, 42041|And if you find it, love, and come, love, 42041|And gently touch her hand. 42041|I have had playmates, I have had companions, 42041|In days of dim and distant splendor; 42041|But now my love is dead and gone, 42041|And I am left alone and dreary. 42041|I wander through the dreary land, 42041|A sinful man and a poor stranger; 42041|But oh! the valley is fair indeed, 42041|So let me lie upon the sea-shore, 42041|And rest upon the bosom of my home, 42041|And hear the voice of the waves on high, 42041|And in the city's heart to me, love, 42041|The voice of my beloved and I! 42041|O, let me wander in mid-air, 42041|And wander in my garden lonely; 42041|But oh! the valley is fair indeed, 42041|So let me rest upon the sea-shore, 42041|And see the blue eyes of my dear, 42041|And the blue shoulder of my darling! 42041|For she is dead who used to lie 42041|And wear upon her head, 42041|And yet was I--a living soul-- 42041|The love of Her who is dead! 42041|O, give me back my First Love-Day! 42041|My First Love gave me kisses three,-- 42041|A box of old-fern filled with gall, 42041|And a gold cup filled full of wine; 42041|And a gold cup filled full of wine. 42041|The laughing wine of the South Sea, 42041|The golden bowl of the Western sun; 42041|The blue jonquils of the Persian; 42041|The dewy head of the hen-roost; 42041|The fingers of the dipping-shear; 42041|The dainty gold of an Eastern bear, 42041|The ruby wine of an Eastern bear, 42041|The silver and the purple hormine; 42041|The ruby wine of an Eastern bear, 42041|The wreath of an Eastern garland; 42041|The red-brick wine of an Eastern bear, 42041|The dusky red of an Eastern bear, 42041|The dusky red of an Eastern bear, 42041|The purple and the purple hormine. 42041|And ever among the merry crew, 42041|Full oft my heart is roving too, 42041|For the red-brick wine of an Eastern bear, 42041|The dusky red of an Eastern bear, 42041|The dusky red of an Eastern bear, 42041|The purple and the ======================================== SAMPLE 582 ======================================== and his own. 26785|There was he with that damsel, 26785|He who should be my wooer, 26785|And of truth were full related: 26785|But the bridegroom said, "Off with him!"-- 26785|There was he, the most accomplished, 26785|He was taken with the husband, 26785|From the Don to the ocean, 26785|From the gloomy rock and ram-tree, 26785|To Palwoinen's lonely dwelling 26785|In the gloomy rock and ram-tree, 26785|In the gloomy rock and ram-tree, 26785|There arose from all the dwellers 26785|And the cronies, O-kwo-ne-she, 26785|A most worthy wife and sweetheart! 26785|And the warrior praised and courtered, 26785|And the maiden highly lauded, 26785|And her lover highly lauded, 26785|And the warrior praised and courtered. 26785|Then the wedding guests assembled, 26785|And the brides should all be present 26785|To the bride on earth abiding, 26785|In a room made bright with women, 26785|In a little room in water, 26785|With a bench beneath her head, 26785|In a room above her head. 26785|There was I, a maid unlearned 26785|Of steep and of steepines, 26785|On whose shoulders, night and morn, 26785|Burned the tints of vernal rose, 26785|And whose cheeks were ever crimson 26785|When the bridegroom's feast was ended. 26785|But to me this information 26785|No one ever yet has listened, 26785|Whether, from the world returning, 26785|Blood-red wheat or effigy. 26785|She was young, she fair of form, 26785|On whose hine the Hours preside her, 26785|And who danced with golden Ranjo. 26785|She could run among the bowers 26785|Of the furthest rose-tree bowers, 26785|And the golden fruit of Kalew, 26785|In the fields of Kalew-Kew! 26785|Or amid the greenwood shades 26785|Of the dark green forest glades, 26785|And through trellis of the pine-tree, 26785|And along the quivering streamlet, 26785|And along the quivering shoot-box, 26785|Through transparent scallops running, 26785|O'er the meadows, down the meadows, 26785|Through the high-hung bents and pine-trees, 26785|Through the distant fields of Kalew; 26785|And the girl, whose hands were folded 26785|Soft and rosy, robed in white, 26785|Laughing still, and hand in hand, 26785|On the couch of wintry night, 26785|By the streamlet, in the twilight, 26785|Where was I, in days agone? 26785|O! to cool the fever of the mind, 26785|And give pleasure to the thought of death! 26785|Ah! the gray mounds in the distance lie low, 26785|And the winds will pause and play in the trees. 26785|'Tis a dim green forest, famed of old, 26785|And a woody hill-top opposite; 26785|Thither came a man with me. 26785|He came out. How he knocked the wood, 26785|Thrusting him straight down the wall. 26785|He pulled with his hatchet down. 26785|He knocked, but I heard him not. 26785|'Tis a squirrel, and nothing more. 26785|He knocked with his hatchet down. 26785|With the gun, with the bay, the bear 26785|He drove with my sword and spear. 26785|That you are married to-day, 26785|Is the life of that famous man. 26785|He asked me the staff of my fathers. 26785|His words made me sick with alarm; 26785|He asked me the door of my fathers, 26785|My sweet little children, and then 26785|When I was a little contented, 26785|He spoke in my ear, and he heard. 26785|And what was the length of ======================================== SAMPLE 583 ======================================== ; for, as the custom is, our women are 35227|Taller and stronger and stronger than our sex. 35227|But, whether here or there, they never are more prone 35227|Than those themselves, for all their tusks are raised, 35227|And whether they be young and fair. And so, 35227|I too would counsel other girls, I too,-- 35227|That we should choose about the others' tasks, 35227|And take a part in conjoined war and love, 35227|And, if a woman once is kind and wise, 35227|See how she blushes for her love! And I, 35227|Have a discreet and humble heart, you'll find, 35227|A few narcissorns and a pleasant herbs 35227|In this garden where all summer lies asleep, 35227|And no one knoweth why they, being the same, 35227|Are always gentle, and they never seem 35227|To wound the man they love, nor is it well 35227|That they should not love hard or to strike a blow 35227|For any wound upon a bough. For, sir, 35227|'Tis they are lovers who have neither hair 35227|Nor any beauty save their own of change 35227|To lead men to the battle. 35227|But, sir, 35227|We're talking of that very thing, the same, 35227|And, trust the pretty ladies, it is quite 35227|As easy to instruct them how to love-- 35227|And, once you find this garden, where they say 35227|"Somewhere in France the liveliest of mankind 35227|Was the most rich and marvel-bearing, proudest house 35227|For some king's daughter, whom we know not of." 35227|For well it is with young men, even boys, 35227|Who, in the old days that the gods loved well, 35227|Were proud to give that honour to the men 35227|Of lands beyond the seas, and wealth untold, 35227|And all the wealth, the more they had to keep-- 35227|To keep that wealth, which now is all their own, 35227|For this is gold. This, sir, we know, at last, 35227|So young, so brave, can never be forgotten. 35227|And, since ye say ye love not him, I give 35227|This simple thing, and give it you in song. 35227|The king had many daughters; they were fair, 35227|Yet, in the old days, the most lovely things, 35227|Most beautiful, were in their youth, I trow, 35227|And all they did was to be lovely then. 35227|But now the time came, and the country folk, 35227|They that had been before the king came home, 35227|He that had been most beautiful and fair 35227|Rode up at last to his beloved's gate, 35227|And bade farewell. And all the men and maids 35227|Felt in the dwelling of the king to-day, 35227|And bade farewell. But first the king himself, 35227|A man that any lady's face did seem, 35227|And with his faltering voice and woeful tone 35227|Made answer, 'Lo, that was a tale of mine, 35227|And that a tale is told, and needs must endure, 35227|Were such a lady ever brought to light.' 35227|And, after these had deeply wondered at him, 35227|He spake out hastily and spake no word 35227|But, 'Lady, lo, how fair thou art; and how 35227|Gay and how fair and full of overthrow 35227|Thou hangest, and the world's heart, yea, is naught, 35227|And naught but sorrow and despair, and naught 35227|But that sweet trust of things that can not die; 35227|Therefore I say, that all my hope is gone, 35227|And that I cannot live: and yet I ask-- 35227|That, after I had wished to die, I should love-- 35227|Even as she is, the same Love that I love; 35227|And that, in that high heaven beyond the stars, 35227|I may not be forgotten. 35227|'No, I will not love. It were an empty tale-- 35227| ======================================== SAMPLE 584 ======================================== . 2622|Hail, thou goddess of the sea! 2622|Thou hast called for me and me, 2622|Come away, come, thou art seen, 2622|Come away, come, come away; 2622|Fairer sight nor fairer, 2622|Howsoever lovely, 2622|Smiles the sun, or the rain, 2622|If there be in that sweet air 2622|For a certain love-in-a-a, 2622|One to give, and one to keep, 2622|One to give, and one to keep, 2622|And oh, one and two to keep 2622|Tolling golden bells a-ringing, 2622|Tolling golden bells a-ringing? 2622|Dare I chirp as the skylark, 2622|Peeping o'er the cloudy blue, 2622|Through the dewy mists that fall 2622|Diving to their rocky eyne, 2622|Peeping up the grassy green, 2622|List'ning to the sunny beam 2622|Of the sunbeam and the stream, 2622|Mingle with the jocund bee, 2622|Gentle lady, let me sing 2622|Of thy praise, a summer day: 2622|When thy voice, so soft and high, 2622|Taught us how to sing thy praise: 2622|When thy voice, so full of grace, 2622|Swelled within our beating hearts, 2622|As a flute's sweet music starts, 2622|Bending to our satiate lips 2622|Sweet, not sad, as mine to thee: 2622|When the swallow, hiding 'neath the eaves, 2622|Comes and nestles in their clay, 2622|Then I sing, and thou reply,-- 2622|Ah, this flower, this summer day, 2622|All the summer day, 2622|Comes and nestles in my heart, 2622|Thou my own, my own! 2622|When winter winds blow chill and loud, 2622|And the stars are the fitful light, 2622|In this hour I will feel for thee 2622|Only one, my own, 2622|On this dull, dull, earth-bound coast, 2622|Where thy voice sings not to me, 2622|And thy hair, which the bright air dares 2622|Not to tangle, its golden leaves. 2622|Thou my own, my own, 2622|Thou my own, my own! 2622|When a day comes and the tide goes, 2622|Underneath the heavy-starred sun; 2622|When the wind on the naked sands 2622|Blows one way and then another; 2622|If my voice speak no soft word, 2622|'Tis too late to speak once more! 2622|If the stars die and all the sea-waves 2622|Lie a-dying in the moonless sea, 2622|What more beautiful can there be then, 2622|Than to live, and thee, my own, 2622|In some happier land than this? 2622|If, as now, the dew begins 2622|To hard-palèd flowers, 2622|And the bee among the green 2622|Dies among the rushes brown, 2622|What more sweet, O bird, than this 2622|Sweet, enchanted, dear, as this? 2622|If the faeries should wake and weep, 2622|And my heart be sad, 2622|And the moon go up the skies, 2622|And my soul forget its sighs, 2622|(Dying, dying, in the night 2622|Making no sound, being calm, 2622|Yet a living, and sleeping light,) 2622|That these weary eyes of mine 2622|Should grow blinded with light. 2622|Or, should love go wandering by, 2622|Had I not a hand to give, 2622|I alone for thee could die, 2622|Loved one, loved one! 2622|And remember, and be remember'd; 2622|Linger, loved one! 2622|For the golden time departed, 2622|And the night returns, but not to me; 2622|For, remember, I am thine, ======================================== SAMPLE 585 ======================================== 38511|Thee for a while, and then I'll tell thee all. 38511|You will have time enough at home, 38511|Before the sun can leave me, 38511|And that the little birds abroad 38511|All sing good songs at me. 38511|In a dim place I'd sing thee a good old song, 38511|Which I would sing thee a good old song, 38511|Which my poor old heart loveth better than it should, 38511|And my poor old heart loveth better than it should. 38511|I'm as poor as an oghne log 38511|And sit in the sun a-blaze. 38511|I am poor as a fly to the buzzard's edge, 38511|I am poor as a bird on the wing, 38511|And the poor birds in the nooeless nooam 38511|Chant as loud as I sing. 38511|'Neath the beechen branches to me, 38511|And on the larch's moss-covered floor, 38511|I muse on the strange human cry 38511|Now I can no more. 38511|A little wind sang from the spray: 38511|That was the song that the breeze flung by, 38511|And the flowers in the grasses, 38511|In the warm light of the sun. 38511|And this little heart in my bosom, 38511|As under the blossoms it lay; 38511|Ah, God! I would give up my all to you, 38511|I'd give all to you, I'd give thee all to you, 38511|O woe to my heart! I am lost in the world; 38511|O to give thee a look as of mourning and mirth, 38511|O to give thee a smile as of gladness and mirth, 38511|A word like a garland of praise from my girlhood, 38511|O to give thee a look as of parting from me! 38511|A voice as of one who has sought for another, 38511|A word as of one who has wandered far, 38511|Onward and on never to seek, 38511|The voice of his darling is calling; 38511|Ah! woe is me, woe, woe! 38511|I cry on through the desolate vast 38511|"Alas! my heart is broken!" 38511|The wild rain ruffles the reeds; 38511|The streamlet laves 38511|The trout-holes 38511|Where all thatch was hollow 38511|Seems silent for ever and ever. 38511|The night wind brings 38511|Another sound 38511|Though the trees, like kings, 38511|Suddenly mutter. 38511|The spring shakes the leaves: 38511|Like one in dreams 38511|The thrush sings: 38511|"The sedge and the green-silk wetter; 38511|The linnet ripples the reeds and woos: 38511|I had a dream of the dawn-lit wood." 38511|The wild rain ripples the reeds and woos, 38511|I have seen the willow-trees 38511|Drew in the valley, that rose like swords. 38511|The wild rain ripples the willow-roots, 38511|I have heard the linnet sing 38511|O'er moss-grown old-roads, that dally and ring. 38511|The bluebird comes out of the thrush; 38511|The night wind is sweet with a kiss: 38511|For my spirit is weary of home and love. 38511|A bell tolls out on the little town, 38511|And Echo walks forth to the night, 38511|The willow and willow-tree 38511|Laugh o'er their lovers' revelry. 38511|And O! the heart of Silence, oh, 38511|How long, how long it is! 38511|It is the voice of Silence, I hear, 38511|The call of the coffin, as though 38511|My heart were breaking its heart to hear. 38511|Ah! quiet chamber, still and fair, 38511|That God has given, and the world's deep dream, 38511|And the grave-roof of silence, for ever, a stream. 38511|What matters it now that no sunbeam ======================================== SAMPLE 586 ======================================== ; but, when she had learned it, said, 'How should we be able 2665|for our happiness to be happy?' At length she said, 'I should 2665|not wish to be happy.' 2665|So she told her daughters to her mother, and then asked them 2665|questions. 2665|And the daughter added other children, giving them to each, 2665|and taking them to her own proper kind. The house grew warm 2665|and they flocked to the door and each gave her, to each in turn, 2665|herself to stay at home, and to wait until the last of the 2665|pursuing circles should come. 2665|So the young girl lifted up her children, peering round them, 2665|all except her mother. Then she told her mother what had fallen 2665|far away and how to get her home again -- so she sat a moment 2665|as to ask her name, and the mother answered her: 'Go to my 2665|father, go to my mother: get her home with your bodice. Yes, 2665|give her the best of milk, for if she needs must milk you must 2665|takes the gladness of her cheeks.' 2665|So she went upon her way home, and it seemed a little while 2665|She thought of the morrow and the father and her mother, but her 2665|dear father was at her back, and she ran up to him in the 2665|roof of her short hat, saying, 'Oh, how sweet it would be,' and 2665|the redoubtable youth opened his eyes and blest her; and he 2665|fell down to the loving one, with his head on the pillow, and 2665|the voice of the young man in turn he said to her: 'Oh what a 2665|great wonder! But there is no better thing to be found in a 2665|little town of Scotland when men give birth to men.' 2665|"And even as she spoke thus the young man burst into tears 2665|in her eyes, as if she would fling herself hastily from the 2665|worthy bed she was, and kissed his cold pale cheeks. 'Now, father, 2665|how fare you through the years of your youth? Do you think you 2665|wish for some one you will not come to your mother's knee, to 2665|whose great love you will tell a tale or a story, and the world 2665|should weep so at leisure because you have come to my mother? 2665|The old man's face gleamed with deep emotion: his eyes looked 2665|bright and grave, and it was not strange she had never seen an 2665|old man so mighty and full of sorrow, who could not always 2665|speak to the child, but spoke the words which none the less 2665|dear father interrupted: 2665|'Yes, brother, he is here! Tell me, if you wish him to stay 2665|long from your home, and I know that if he cometh he will 2665|come to you when you go to fetch you home; and I too will 2665|tell you of a tale of such import, that I shall gladly go 2665|her back when I come to fetch you.' 2665|"So he took her soft hand and took her gently by the arm. 2665|and said, 'Now, mother, pray give me something, and a good 2665|guide will send quickly to every wanderer; I mean a little 2665|later marriage. Of a hundred and fifty men, to take my 2665|home, and if so, my duty would be to carry me to the 2665|far country, where I have many and brave companions; but I 2665|have never yet brought any presents hither, or even a wet 2665|cheese from the country, or even a beggar's clout, or a beggar's 2665|hearth and a red-hot pallet.' And thus did the old man 2665|glance and make answer, and uttered a sort of oath, saying: 2665|'Mother, if you will, then who are your own countrymen, I 2665|will call on this noble youth, if you will, and answer you 2665|home to-morrow. We know all about his going home through 2665|a host of friends; he is in the land ======================================== SAMPLE 587 ======================================== . 1279|The watchman, tir'd, returns aghast 1279|To where the laddies meet the brat; 1279|Good night, and joy be wi' you a'! 1279|We're mair i' mind, and mair I'm fit. 1279|Now, Phyllis! take a deep farewell, 1279|Your leave to me, your leave to me. 1279|No kindest greetings was e'er receiv'd 1279|By me, your friendship, or your thought. 1279|My heart, though link'd wi' broken ties, 1279|Ne'er deign'd to look on social eyes-- 1279|Let me speak once, if I can. 1279|Now farewell, Phyllis! farewell dear---- 1279|The night, how blest, is come this morn, 1279|And I with thee, my partner dear, 1279|My last time and my best! 1279|Chorus.--I gang like herdsman joyously, 1279|O'er the lea wi' the woodlands joy; 1279|I wander by the lea--my fa-- 1279|My lassie's aye the blithie! 1279|Oh for the voice of my dear shepherd lad, 1279|The lass that has my heart! 1279|Then, Phyllis, if my voice but fills 1279|His pow'rful strains--I listen the still woods 1279|When darkness shrouds the sky; 1279|An' nature shakes--when yane the burnie, 1279|Then I maun draw my e'en a-close 1279|And steal awa' awa'! 1279|Now when on hillocks bare an' brown, 1279|The winds blaw through the rye, 1279|I 'll pu' a posie to my Jeanie, 1279|Fu' snugly at my tail. 1279|The world shall resudent mark the hour-- 1279|I 'll list the lark and heark, 1279|When heaven shall blithely blythe be my flower, 1279|Heaven's lark shall sing me hame! 1279|And when I gang, and foreign gear 1279|Sall greet me on the schule, 1279|O! shall I see the battle gaun, 1279|The raging fight, the smother'd tear, 1279|The raging flames, the whaup o' death-- 1279|I 'll meet thee, bonie lassie! 1279|And when I gang, and foreign gear, 1279|Sall greet me on the schule, 1279|Oh, when I gang, and foreign gear, 1279|Sall greet me on the schule. 1279|When I get hame, and bonie Jean, 1279|I 'll meet thee on the schule, 1279|And oh! when I get hame again, 1279|I wish my hame wad never star; 1279|I wish my hame wad never star! 1279|AIR--_"Miss Forbes's Farewell to Banff."_ 1279|Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, 1279|How can ye blume sae fair; 1279|How can ye chant, ye little birds, 1279|And I sae fu' o' care! 1279|Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird, 1279|That sings upon the bough; 1279|Thou minds me o' the happy days 1279|When my fause luve was true. 1279|Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird, 1279|That sings beside thy mate; 1279|For sae I sat, and sae I sang, 1279|And wistna o' my fate. 1279|Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon, 1279|To see the woodbine twine, 1279|And ilka bird sang o' its love; 1279|And sae did I o' mine. 1279|Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, 1279|Frae aff its thorny tree, 1279|And made a rose-leaf for its thorn, 1279|O, sairecines twa 'd set free. 1279| ======================================== SAMPLE 588 ======================================== |Heard of his children, and the thought 36214|Of them was all about the land. 36214|"What good to me," he said, "in all 36214|"The world is grown into a street 36214|That has a name for every town, 36214|And little children climbing up 36214|The tree-tops to my sweetheart's kiss. 36214|I love to see the children dressed 36214|So carefully in furry poods 36214|And caps of blue, and romp and play, 36214|With flower-wreaths about their necks. 36214|And all the while I wonder why 36214|My father has no place to show 36214|Such pretty playmates, I can see 36214|They're better dressed than other boys. 36214|And so I wonder, when they're down 36214|Perhaps I may get kissed and done, 36214|And they shall lie so glad and fine 36214|I shall not yet forget my son. 36214|If I were told I'd never be 36214|In the least seven years, I'd not 36214|Have ever, at the highest, seen 36214|A baby with a crimson bill 36214|Rocked to its lowest. You would think 36214|A baby would be glad to come 36214|And see its pretty face asleep 36214|After the waking of a man. 36214|I'd never know the name at all 36214|Of this or that, unless some day 36214|When I'll come home to nurse your head! 36214|You see, whenever nurse's call 36214|Calls you to bed, there's work to do, 36214|And everything must please my nurse, 36214|That's trying all around to reach 36214|To end the task you think is best. 36214|Now, nurse, be careful, for I know 36214|The very best will let you do, 36214|If I but say: _I'd like to do_!" 36214|And so you sit and think and think. 36214|Wait, you'll be glad, I'll have to be 36214|The very man who has the boy 36214|To take the kind one home by rule. 36214|_I won't just be so funny for you: 36214|But I won't be so famous for it-- 36214|I was afraid the whole day through. 36214|_They always used to say the same._ 36214|A child should always say what's true 36214|And speak when he is spoken to, 36214|And behave mannerly at table. 36214|Should you be sad when you are ill? 36214|It's easy work to be polite. 36214|And then, perhaps, you'll have to learn 36214|What children are to do next year. 36214|_I asked my mother to explain to me my worry about the 36214|_She weren't well, however, and I didn't help her._ 36214|There was an old woman, and what do you think? 36214|She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink. 36214|Then she cried, "There's another that is quite enough. 36214|There's a fat boy from Germany-- 36214|Another there is, I dare say!" 36214|There was an old woman lived under a hill; 36214|I would not have given you such a headache still, 36214|If I hadn't a morsel of bread to eat. 36214|Then I added, "That's enough; eat, drink, eat." 36214|There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all, 36214|Who was trying to turn the whole matter right, 36214|But the old man didn't seem to mind it all. 36214|She went to the baker's to buy some more bread. 36214|She crept down the stairs, eating bread and going, 36214|And the crumbs were so thick that she couldn't have them 36214|Could she only turn round, eat, eat. 36214|There was an old woman who lived all that day, 36214|And when she got on it she turned away. 36214|Who loved nothing the more for nothing at all. 36214|She talked things pretty badly, and if she did, 36214|She promis'd some things to make her a pall. 36214|There was a young man from ======================================== SAMPLE 589 ======================================== 5186|There a squirrel was entrailing, 5186|Cranes stung his neck and body, 5186|Into pieces he was shattered, 5186|Spying death upon his shoulder. 5186|Then to wife, the hostess, quickly, 5186|Spake the hostess of Pohyola: 5186|"O thou aged Väinämöinen, 5186|Thou the great primeval minstrel, 5186|Wise Director of Pohyola, 5186|Make the river-heads be narrow, 5186|Through the mouth of Time thou makest 5186|Callow-bread for dying heroes, 5186|Mouths with time-constraining members, 5186|Eyes with age, and lips with vigor, 5186|Tresses long, and tushes lovely, 5186|Tresses with the toes of anger." 5186|Väinämöinen, old and steadfast, 5186|With the very bluest stockings, 5186|Opens then his mouth at meeting, 5186|Turns his mouth and eye before him, 5186|Sees it has beheld the wonder, 5186|Sees the aspen in the clearing; 5186|Finds within a clump of willows, 5186|In a cleft of shag and willow, 5186|Sees a bunch of shag and willows; 5186|Finds within a cleft of willow, 5186|Sees the heath at times a mound, 5186|And the larch when spring is chasing, 5186|Finds within a cleft of willow. 5186|In a cleft of shag and willow, 5186|Stands a stone to test his courage, 5186|On the spot he lays a drag-net, 5186|Furls it to the gully's threshold, 5186|On the perch a moss-grown pickle, 5186|On the pebbles, moss, and sea-gulls, 5186|Then addresses Väinämöinen, 5186|These the words the gray-beard uttered: 5186|"Do not raise thy head, O gray one, 5186|O my gray one, from these granite stones, 5186|Do not raise thy head to glory, 5186|Tongue as long as skull-pitted. 5186|Thou hast other things to listen, 5186|Learn another story worth it." 5186|This is the abode of wild-beasts, 5186|In this lonely ground of ages. 5186|Many legends the enchanter, 5186|Friend of fable, could not tell him, 5186|Of his journey to the Northland, 5186|This the heritage he carried. 5186|Louhi, hostess of Pohyola, 5186|Told the wise, the wicked wizard, 5186|Had two earrings from her body, 5186|And a third from her concealment, 5186|From the journey of the blacksmith, 5186|From the magic forged by Vulcan. 5186|To the east he turned his glances, 5186|Looked to west, and gazed to southward, 5186|Spake these measures to the wizard: 5186|"O my brother, O my brother, 5186|Wilt thou lend a willing earldom, 5186|Shall not send a stranger-feast here, 5186|To the people of Pohyola, 5186|To the minstrel generations? 5186|Shall not send a girl hereafter, 5186|Shall not send the best of maidens, 5186|To the work-masters of Northland, 5186|To the singers better gifted, 5186|For the good of all-deventing." 5186|Louhi, hostess of Pohyola, 5186|Thus replied to the magician: 5186|"O my brother, O my hero, 5186|Best of all my trusted servants, 5186|Fairest of the wisdom-singers, 5186|Dost thou wish that I should visit 5186|Where a hundred fields of barley 5186|Meet for thee an ox's hoofed courser? 5186|Full of joy do I call thee; 5186|Full of hope do I call thee ======================================== SAMPLE 590 ======================================== |Which once had been his bliss and crown. 18500|And now, the jovial Yalden drone, 18500|Has filled both ears with corn and wine, 18500|He drinks deep,--and will soon o'ertake 18500|Full twenty courses at a year; 18500|And where a hundred oceans break, 18500|He swims right merrily, man, 18500|Till, fairly far'd, he 's overfed, 18500|And runs o' seventy oceans to Tweed. 18500|Now mark my words, Sir, to your mind, 18500|A song made by myself of yore; 18500|And, mark my language, and incline 18500|To talk of days when friends were kind; 18500|When barns were fed, and sheep were drove, 18500|And all were equal when they thrive; 18500|When man was master'd in his wheel, 18500|And all things were in proper style; 18500|When man was master'd in the chase, 18500|And all were able to swear and toime; 18500|When all were handy in the craft, 18500|And all were ready to maintain an oar, 18500|With only "two miles to do once for a day," 18500|And only "one pound to go slowly away," 18500|'Twas no part of our lay, 18500|For the rooster's loud and faraway. 18500|That merry time was, that merry time is, 18500|When the rooster's sweet-and-butterfly comes, 18500|On hill, through meadow, and up by yon river, 18500|Where the maid that went is my sweetheart ever. 18500|There they sang full loud and sweet, 18500|The sweetest ever made music in the wood; 18500|And old Master Hartley began to tune his fiddle, 18500|"Oh, my love, I have made my bow, 18500|And I've brought my boot, a present, from the Rhine. 18500|A bottle of red wine, that was sadly dear, 18500|Is worth the pot, I think, for that I was mine." 18500|And then he harped,--and trilled and trilled, 18500|And trilled the tunes so sweet, it made his blood run mad. 18500|And old Master Hartley began to joke,-- 18500|There was no ox-bell, sir, nor yet suffice to drink; 18500|And to every merry-man referred his mind, 18500|He made a mock of the fat-faced kind. 18500|He made the slow-jolly slow-jolly slow-jolly, 18500|That the host of friends might know their liquor might be; 18500|And when the patient ox-tail came before her, 18500|He laugh'd, as he did, for his ten years' pay! 18500|And old master Hartley, when he saw her, 18500|Roast, grunt and growler, on his ancles, grew alarm; 18500|Laughed so much at his master's frolic, 18500|That he took to lime-kilm-kilm, and brought back his arm. 18500|And to every ruffian that was ever wont to chafe, 18500|The old-fashioned reindeer ran a dreadful race; 18500|They went to pot-house, not a cent,-- 18500|But over it all they made a pile, 18500|And raised a mound all round about, 18500|And turned the ruffians out. 18500|Now see what changes everywhere 18500|The seasons bring unto the fair! 18500|The year doth pass, the days do pass, 18500|Since unto me my love doth pass, 18500|And unto me he hath present present 18500|Good cheer, glad song, and mirth, and choral choral choral. 18500|Now every night my notes decay, 18500|And every morn, with deep decay 18500|My lays tire sad; for mourning's sake, 18500|I lay me down, and take my part 18500|In mourning's solemn night. 18500|And every morn my lays I sing, 18500|And every eve my song I'll send 18500|The praises of the dead; 18500|Alas for mourning ======================================== SAMPLE 591 ======================================== of his own great heart with wonder, he 7394|Looks on the distant hill, the sky-lit plain, 7394|The white sea-castles, and the old blue sea; 7394|Then the far bell, as it rings in vain, 7394|Calls far-off echoes from the hidden well; 7394|Then mounts the loud alarum of his wail, 7394|And throws a sad and sudden spell upon 7394|The heart once free, the life that hath the spell 7394|That turns the land to wilderness again. 7394|Lo! when he speaks to those who lie within 7394|The folding doors of that mysterious tomb, 7394|And, from the far-off hills, look up and win 7394|His dear-bought rest, and bless the gift they gave, 7394|He who hath known what is and what shall be, 7394|His hand in death laid low, at the first breath 7394|Of Life, and Life's fresh roses planted there, 7394|The seed that shall be flower of all that dies,-- 7394|All from the graves of those whose trust lies 7394|On the dead waters of the lost and dead, 7394|And from their graves, o'erwhelmed and glorified, 7394|Plant their pure cross, and look upon the scene. 7394|In that fair isle yet blooming where there smiled 7394|The flower blooming still as in the days agone, 7394|There lives a legend that no men have knelt to spell, 7394|And that one day in some fair Eastern dell 7394|The holy poets came with many a son, 7394|And in the desert found a wondrous One. 7394|There the great Master told a wondrous tale, 7394|And in the maddened heart of every sense 7394|That through the tangled dark of every sense 7394|Chilled its sweet secret, as the sound went forth 7394|Through the still-chilled heart of those who rest the earth, 7394|And find the keys of all the secrets of all Time: 7394|So from this happy and serene domain, 7394|Led by the rays of Heaven, their little child, 7394|They passed into a land of other days, 7394|In bright and glowing beauty. There they dwelt, 7394|And there they led from out the shrines and cells 7394|The sacred fane which sanctifies the vale, 7394|And the wide heavens, and the great hills, and floods 7394|From which the fountain leaps, and the cool rivers run, 7394|And the wide streams on which the rivers pour, 7394|Were seen to bubble down from year to year, 7394|And larger woods, and larger dales, and light 7394|Glimmer and glitter through the golden gloom. 7394|There in their dewy meadows many a tribe, 7394|Faint with or fading, dreamt of coming harms, 7394|Like some unearthly babe at play with flowers; 7394|Or on the beach of some unholy sea, 7394|Piled the black stones and shells along the shore, 7394|And dreamed and seemed to wish the world too fair. 7394|Till at the last they came unto that wood 7394|Where dwell the folk that first had joined their powers; 7394|There from one trance arose the mighty sun, 7394|And he with larger vision saw the world, 7394|And all the ages moving towards Him came; 7394|Then was He moved amidst a haughty crowd 7394|Whose hands were rough and strong to loose the gates 7394|Yet held the Church in fee. The Lord who trod 7394|The path of truth trod Paradise. The sun, 7394|The radiant orb of day, with all His throes, 7394|He watched, beheld, and, mounting to God's throne, 7394|Stood in the middle glory of His robe. 7394|Then, as a cloud of incense rose and fell 7394|Upon the temple's loftiest eminence, 7394|God rose; and as the light increased and more 7394|Grew and went out the city's golden streets, 7394|Lord of the Feast, the Father at his side, 7394|And from that high communion with his Host 7394|He rose in glory forth and sp ======================================== SAMPLE 592 ======================================== . The father of Manfred 3698|was a Christian. I have the honor to be a Christian under the 3698|King Robert's work. 3698|(14) I have the honour to be a Christian under the King's 3698|embrace. 3698|(15) Of priests and kings of the Royal family 3698|(16) The priests of the Royal Chapel. 3698|(17) All things are lawful which belong to God. In the civil 3698|wealth, the chief boon of doing good, that the King be with 3698|the same care. 3698|(18) It is a small part of the Church, and therefore is the 3698|preceding day throughout your lives. 3698|(19) The King is said to have formed the Order of Peace, when 3698|he had joined the hands of the Order. The battle of the 3698|Christian against the heathen forces lasted till 1321. 3698|(20) For the clergy and the knights of the Monks of the Monks 3698|(20) The inhabitants of the Monks of the Monks are said to have 3698|been founded by the river St. Marc, St. Gregory, St. John, and 3698|a fragment from the Holy Spirit. (Presc. Lang, vii. ab. 1580) 3698|(21) The inhabitants of the Monks of the Monks of the Monks of the 3698|Angels. As to the poem on the miracle, there is no greater 3698|defeat than the power and glory of the Monks of the Monks of the 3698|Assaraci. (R.B. Halleluem, p. 531, p. 225.) All the angels of 3698|the Monks of the Monks of the Monks of the Monks of the Monks 3698|(27) The names given to the Hebrews, who are said to be the 3698|formists of the Roman empire, and, as one of the principal 3698|legions of the Christians, the Monks of the Monks of the Monks are 3698|According to St. Gregory the eighth of the eighth, the ninth of the 3698|M.H. R. Halleluem ("Carmen viii. 1), preserved by St. 3698|Messrs. He leaves St. John's Church to mutiny and treason, 3698|and discovers further on the day in which the victory was won, 3698|when he was about to gain for himself the prize. St. Paul 3698|(10) The Church, called upon for prayers, is called the Magistery, 3698|The Parliament restored again to flourish, and the King restored 3698|after several centuries, until it performed the Justice of the 3698|Alcaliph. According to the story, however, a corruption may 3698|have passed over the book De Bello, "The Assembly against the 3698|Titanites and Book De Bello. 3698|(11) The confusion arose after suppressed, and the confusion began in 3698|comrades into a change of position and of condition. 3698|(14) De Bello was recovered from his bolus, but De Bello was 3698|(15) All the barons who had been raving and gossacks; but, 3698|recovering the crime with the fingers of their fingers, the 3698|slackness of the count was still spared. 3698|(15) De Bello was not so well warned. 3698|(16) De Bello was not so well warned. (T. W. l. c. 2) 3698|But De Bello was constrained to quit his place, and driven out by the 3698|dejection of the kingdom. A letter, sent from De Bello to the 3698|Titanites, was sent for De Bello. His brothers, who had been 3698|(17) "Benedictus septena", "deformis", "dulcia", "dulces," as 3698|(18) "Connana". The poetical spirit of the Saxon Prince 3698|(19) "Malacoda" was one of the royal rivers in the river 36 ======================================== SAMPLE 593 ======================================== |Where the winds in gusty music play; 24405|And the waves that bubble, 24405|Tinkling on the pebbles grey, 24405|Come to tell their secrets all: 24405|Heaven and earth are shaken, 24405|And the world has spoken 24405|And the stars awaken. 24405|"Down the valley there has come a prince. 24405|He crownedeth men of high degree. 24405|He saith we are the heralds of his name 24405|The king. He saith we're his heralds, and 24405|Beseech them be their heralds. May God bless 24405|Their word. Their cry is heralds. May God bless 24405|The King? He saith the King is King of kings. 24405|"For here are no more lands for his feet 24405|To hold them, with no more king to sway. 24405|There's nought to put an end to his behest. 24405|What else? He may be king in every land. 24405|He may, in some grim palace of his pride, 24405|Rob his fair name, his high estate, 24405|His state, his treasure, and his country's weal, 24405|His gracious years, his honour, and his deeds. 24405|O King, why sleepest thou in sloth and ease? 24405|'Tis wrong. I hear all that thy people tell. 24405|"Let us be kings no more, the nations, he." 24405|But I am one that would make kings and lords 24405|Withstand. I am the queen of all that move. 24405|I am the queen with whom I towered on earth 24405|When I was born. I am the queen to whom 24405|Thy people's call is but one word of shame. 24405|I am the queen, the people's hope, the King. 24405|Yet, though my name be written on a book, 24405|My name is written underneath thy name. 24405|My name, but now is tarnished, being blazed. 24405|My name is starred, like flowers in the snow. 24405|My name, but now I am the name of God. 24405|My throne is cut, when Rome was reft away, 24405|And I am left to take the life I lost. 24405|I am the King, the people's hope, the King. 24405|I am the King, the people's hope, the King. 24405|I am the King, and when I am no more 24405|I shall put forth my hands to serve the King, 24405|And he shall smile on me and say: "My son, 24405|My name is written on my wedding-ring, 24405|Upon the place where Rome is not to be, 24405|And it shall not go from me anywhere." 24405|I am the King. The people's greed, the King. 24405|I am the King, and he alone shall greet 24405|Me in the aftertime. I am the King. 24405|His eyes shall shine like fire on morning break 24405|And mock my name as I went forth to fight. 24405|I am the King, and when he comes to die 24405|There shall be fire and blood on battle-field 24405|As I shall triumph o'er their many slain 24405|And triumph o'er their few victorious tribes. 24405|I am the King! I stand before my God, 24405|I am the King. And yet this land of Rome 24405|Shall be one nation against ten thousand tribes. 24405|What! have I given away the Holy Ghost 24405|That we can find the Holy Ghost but now? 24405|I shall live out this hour in Rome today. 24405|I am the King. I am the Papal Christ. 24405|I am the priest in whom ye worship God. 24405|I am the god whose worship comes before 24405|The King to worship for your Papal priests. 24405|I am the new Pilate who comes to Rome 24405|To make you what ye will, and will not be. 24405|They that begirt the earth--they crucify-- 24405|The Lord's Son washed them of their sins of yore-- 24 ======================================== SAMPLE 594 ======================================== , the good ship of him, which, he being dead, 28375|Had left behind him but the last remains, 28375|Then might be seen as Angels bright 28375|On Christmas-cheepings, which were blessèd 28375|In many a blessed countree, 28375|Where the Red River disemboghed a fount 28375|To them that were his comfort; 28375|And there, in gladsome solitudes profound, 28375|With thankful heart and tearful bearers, 28375|Sat by them and regarded, 28375|Where he, the least on earth, had once, 28375|The great one, grown a part of him, 28375|A God, an angel, and a seraph. 28375|And soon he knew that his own will 28375|With God's own hand had taken 28375|This little earthly part to fill 28375|And leave the rest till He made it, 28375|In grace and glory to take away 28375|The body and the life of it. 28375|He saw the bright, glad world arise; 28375|His own soul told how many 28375|Great angels must be compassed round 28375|With love, and peace, and freedom, 28375|In Him who was their light of earth, 28375|Whose glory was their sway of birth: 28375|He saw the kingdoms of the earth 28375|Stretched shivering to the very skies, 28375|The glorious host of heaven descending, 28375|Whose glory was their great array; 28375|He saw the sons of sin and sorrow 28375|Lead forth the glory of their might, 28375|From bonds of flesh and sins disjointed 28375|To light and peace, from sin and right. 28375|The Father's blessing held them still; 28375|They trod the heavy curse in thrall; 28375|They were the rulers of the will, 28375|The prophets of the real; 28375|They knew their Master's high emprise, 28375|The Son's intercession given, 28375|The trumpet of the King that must 28375|Their living tongues be in heaven; 28375|Their faith in one God to assuage 28375|The shafts which have their arrows drained; 28375|And they have cast them, man by man, 28375|Into His gulf and His great laws. 28375|And that His love, so strong and sweet, 28375|Should, even at times, prove prove ours upon 28375|In giving all we give and more, 28375|Of this large love which we bear here. 28375|And He has breathed with pity, love 28375|The service of our souls and minds; 28375|Has clothed and fed us for this grove, 28375|Which we may now prove, in the wind. 28375|So runs our earthly ball, the game 28375|Of common lives, which we must play 28375|For His vast power on the same-- 28375|The same vast love which we may pay. 28375|And He has shown the way whereby 28375|All others come out of His dark thought, 28375|And, though his outward face they see, 28375|Can show no pity there, or nought. 28375|If this be true which God hath done, 28375|Then He at least hath said that we 28375|Must keep true things, and do them none, 28375|Nor will they need these truth prove vain. 28375|And therefore, by a word on earth, 28375|We must not make this covenant. 28375|And I, who never ceased to weep, 28375|And yet to weep because I die, 28375|Do not, or say that we are old, 28375|We have had our hopes and were your want, 28375|In this our life. But if so be 28375|That we be young, our love be more 28375|Like as we women live before, 28375|If we have, then, one mind to choose, 28375|To walk with God and not refuse, 28375|With God to lie apart, alone, 28375|The other God, and not our own. 28375|If we are old, dear Lord, and thou 28375|Hast taught me all things, making me 28375|Of love, and pleasure, and delight, 28375 ======================================== SAMPLE 595 ======================================== .' 21700|'That was a great attempt, but there 's that which was only one; 21700|Pipe-tum came out of the sieve, and piped down to the clay; 21700|The bagpipe blew like a nut, and after the candle burnt, 21700|And woke up the sound of the sound like a sea in a swoon. 21700|'And what must our women have gone to take and have left 21700|The children to run in the open window-pane? 21700|What must we have left to the women that never would leave 21700|The house, unless they had gone through the house on their knees?' 21700|'Well, that is a great deal.' 'But you've seen a good deal of it too, 21700|And what has become of the house?' 'You have had to ask it all: 21700|I have come through the house and have seen a good deal of it too . . . 21700|The women had gone, but they knew it was very good, 21700|But still the old man was alive, and he had to take a wife 21700|To be a fine statue of bronze by means of a smallilded van. 21700|'And now you have found, dear, I have found it good enough, 21700|And have found it, I think, a thing I should like to see.' 21700|'Why, a pretty good woman, as you have said, never would 21700|Be so much like other women, as you would have me see. 21700|And as for your painting, what are you saying?' 21700|'Thanks.' 21700|'The hodman's stubborn yokeus. We must be sure of it.' 21700|'Then we must,' said the elder. 'Yes, and we must. 21700|You see that you like to see people all in a hurry. 21700|And we, we have told you, must go on as quick as we can, 21700|And, if you want to, we can see, as a man can, 21700|The face of a fight if he 's struck by the light of the sun.' 21700|Then they went to the tavern, and there was a certain inn; 21700|And an inn, a little higher, a woman--no rider, no 'oths. 21700|There were fifty horses, and more, and a dozen kids 21700|Came pack-horsemen from the city as soon as they saw them. 21700|The girl was an uncommon fair child, and a beautiful dress, 21700|A well-born and handsome fellow, and the way of a boy. 21700|'I said 'he ought to marry,' she said, 'but he 'd have to get the 21700|rest 21700|Of his cattle.' She said 'that were better, and keep the man in his 21700|own,' 21700|And he laughed and she said 'he ought to have marriage; but the woman 21700|happened. 21700|We've only to come down here as soon as you come; but it may be 21700|He got his brinjour, and for slaughter have you and me. 21700|I was only a moment in love, but I meant to have marry 21700|Matilda, and now he looks out for me. 21700|Matilda, she never grows up in this world; she is only 21700|grown up. 21700|It was the devil's pleasure to have all her own dreams come over 21700|him so quickly that he believes she has been there a little, 21700|But he, having given a few glances to her, has told her so, 21700|that he believes she has been there a little. 21700|Now she is but a little lad, and she never tells him of 21700|her brinjour. 21700|She is busy waiting for dinner every morning through, 21700|For somebody bidding dinner, and somebody elseing, 21700|The news of her come so clapt on her finger so much as to eat, 21700|And the dinner she never yet had before been so tasted with 21700|the spoon. 21700|At the dinner-hour Miss Lucy Lamb, the maid just as still as 21700|that, all but the young man, and the old man's pride, 21700|Had for that lady a week or more, only one, or a little 21700 ======================================== SAMPLE 596 ======================================== |My heart for ever bleeds and pines, 24819|For ever scorched is my heart's blood, 24819|Or else it was mine to be slain. 24819|For never shall the maiden shame 24819|For aught of pain or woe befall; 24819|The fiend who loved a mortal name, 24819|Or ever yet has love befall. 24819|O mighty goddess of the golden hair, 24819|That breathest in a queen of paler breath, 24819|Thou art a sign along the Zephyr's south 24819|That makes that girl the azure heaven of death. 24819|O thou, that form, whose awful presence charms, 24819|Whose arching brow the awful light doth bear, 24819|As the soul glories in the realms of bliss, 24819|And breathes in rapture o'er the universe, 24819|Breathing thy heart in thine own mortal mould; 24819|For thou dost give thy burning being birth, 24819|The strength to die in death's eternal night; 24819|The soul that feels, and knows the thrilling breath, 24819|And hears its sorrow's thousand pangs of might, 24819|To a death like a snake's death hurls its dart, 24819|That trembling flies to its destruction's brink, 24819|And from the body all the spirit shrinks: 24819|And when the fatal hour arrives at last 24819|In the inexorable death must fain descend, 24819|And soul and body, sunk in endless night, 24819|Must with oblivion meet the realms of light. 24819|O lovely land of France, fair land of grief! 24819|Where lives the land of the Tirawold, 24819|Where midst the million slain, the peaceful dwell, 24819|Whom the majestic law of might doth sway 24819|In the midst of fame's imperial arches gray? 24819|O kindred of the valiant and the strong, 24819|You have become the prey, 24819|That have no joy in life's dull length and length, 24819|But perish in your sons for you in strength, 24819|That have nought common, yet have nought unknown 24819|To nations round the world's imperial throne; 24819|O happy nation with the fair and free, 24819|To you I dedicate my heart, 24819|For you I bring the proud and stately crown, 24819|Of those my native braves who loved the sea, 24819|Of all the brave, and famed from shore to shore; 24819|O noble land! O saintly land forlorn, 24819|Where madness waved his banners o'er 24819|The victor ship that triumphed o'er the main; 24819|And liberty, with all the power of song, 24819|The only just, and only conqueror strong, 24819|That heaves the sheaves the bloody ground with skill, 24819|That binds the willing earth with iron will, 24819|And that in her, the sceptered, gives the poor 24819|The helm that bears the better manna down, 24819|That binds the wretch who wears the cross of gold, 24819|The truncheon of the Pope's triumphal crown. 24819|Fair France! dear land of groves, fair hamlet, 24819|I love your flowers, the sweet wildwood, 24819|The flowery May-day blooms, 24819|And everything around seems happy 24819|With such a sky of love! 24819|What joy has life to be a fairy 24819|That God has given to me, 24819|'Mid fairy bowers, for fairy footfalls 24819|Beneath those verdant trees, 24819|The fairy homes of forest fountains, 24819|And fairy meadows green, 24819|That sunny fields of broom and heather 24819|Where the fair flowers we sometimes see 24819|'Mid fairy bowers and tree? 24819|All life and pulse in life is fleeting, 24819|Weighs down with care the cross, 24819|And though it aches, it takes us nearer, 24819|Our dearer home is loss. 24819|The world is full of fairy faces 24819|Who sing about our sky, 24819|And look on things they hear ======================================== SAMPLE 597 ======================================== and the whole house drear 31919|Ranged as the angry roar 31919|When a vessel's cast a gaunt stone by. 31919|Then came the keeper-sire, 31919|Asking his blade: 31919|"Quick, fetch the burners, master mine!" 31919|And straight the captain drew 31919|The blade that gleamed below: 31919|"Strike him, and smite him, master mine!" 31919|And straight the master knew 31919|No other weapon was so fine 31919|Cut in so bright a place, 31919|As was the knight's keen, keen face. 31919|When down the burning road 31919|He spurred the knight to slay, 31919|The second stroke that raged all o'er 31919|He steadit, panting, straight. 31919|"Strike, master, then I said a word," 31919|And straightway then I spake: 31919|"Stabbastes have I naught to do. 31919|A boon, thou givest, heed I crave, 31919|Nor do I thee forget 31919|That thou hast been in time of need." 31919|But ere he touched the stroke, 31919|His left hand felt alive; 31919|And ere he opened mouth thereat 31919|The first stroke faltered yet. 31919|The second stroke was death indeed. 31919|But death, I know not why, 31919|A fitter victim ne'er had been. 31919|Sore for that blow his wrath had riven. 31919|But when he had dealt the blow, 31919|He turned again, and fell 31919|The third blade by his side. 31919|For all his blood was red, 31919|And, while they smote, there sped 31919|The blood-stream of the blade's division. 31919|And forth another came; 31919|And on the next the same 31919|The blood-stream of the blade did part, 31919|But blood was on the blade. 31919|And on the first the red blood flowed, 31919|And on the next the blood, 31919|From reddening blood, from faded lips; 31919|And reddening wounds in one. 31919|The third blade drank the bloodless gore, 31919|And on the first the blood 31919|Was quenched in night, whose misty drops 31919|Seemed to o'erspread the ground. 31919|"What boots a life," the second cried, 31919|"To bear a furtive wound?" 31919|And to the third, "Thy will is made 31919|To do more good than wrong." 31919|And to the fourth the red blood ran, 31919|And on the seventh blow 31919|The blood was quenched, and thus the third; 31919|"Thou art a prisoner, then 31919|A prisoner," then was said 31919|The blood-stream of the blade. 31919|And he who loved but dared not say-- 31919|And yet for one poor deed 31919|Alike to death was freed. 31919|Then to the fifth he climbed and stood 31919|There for a hundred years, 31919|And this the latest, latest blood 31919|That in the bloody tears 31919|Hath to the eighth been shed. 31919|On Killybegs, so dreaded, 31919|His mother's son he slew, 31919|And smitten down the battle, 31919|Before the swords he drew. 31919|"Forth, brother, forth with sword!" 31919|And forth he came, and he 31919|The battle's edge was red, 31919|As fire by ashes scattered, 31919|And blood from limbs on high. 31919|There from the seventh, beside 31919|A king was sitting thee 31919|That, when his hand the king untied, 31919|The blood of his good son 31919|Unto the rest he carried. 31919|He slew with sword and flame, 31919|And then he clomb the hill, 31919|And there the seven warriors came-- 31919|A countless multitude. 31919|The kings, with sword on hand, 31919|The people round were slay; 31919 ======================================== SAMPLE 598 ======================================== ! 34298|What! would you seek in heart a home? 34298|The old, old record, never done; 34298|To other lands, for other skies, 34298|Come, while you may, but long for life, 34298|Suffer no change, and not to change. 34298|To-day the clouds and night were rife 34298|With day and night; 34298|The sea lay white upon the earth-- 34298|You did not hear the tempest's glee, 34298|Nor saw the flash of lightning glare 34298|The last red flash-- 34298|Nor saw the flash of morning break 34298|Along the thunder-shaken roof; 34298|Nor saw the lightning's awful form 34298|Behold its storm. 34298|The lightning hath not caught a flash; 34298|For you would know of sudden morn 34298|The first white angel of the Lord, 34298|And watch the dawn. 34298|The lightning hath not found a voice; 34298|It is the voice that shall be still; 34298|What matter if the one last shriek 34298|Shall rend the hill? 34298|What matter if the one last shriek 34298|Shall rend the hill? 34298|I knew that it was God--the voice 34298|I know not now--nor heard beside 34298|A living bough. 34298|How could I feel the stirless weight 34298|That round my head--by heaven's decree-- 34298|That prayed me not to think him great, 34298|And, having prayed, 34298|Had found a seat beneath the sun-- 34298|To wait the end? 34298|The sun was hid; 34298|Nearer, nearer, ever nearer-- 34298|When did he know that even so 34298|Was ours,--or no? 34298|The sky grew deep; 34298|The sea o'erhangs; 34298|The charmed stars sleep 34298|In the wide air, 34298|And the wide deep 34298|Sleeps on the hill. 34298|The dawn came, and 34298|The dew came, and-- 34298|The fountain for me, 34298|And the sky to be 34298|The one bright wave, 34298|The sun to be 34298|The other one great wave, 34298|And it sinks in the grave! 34298|'Tis the breaking of day-- 34298|'Tis the departing sign-- 34298|The long day--and 34298|The dark night--with 34298|The last ray, 34298|And the last light, 34298|And the last light, 34298|And the last light, 34298|And the last light, 34298|And my love's name, 34298|And its joy, 34298|And my love's name, 34298|And the world is for me! 34298|When we met, it were such a commotion, 34298|With all the gay world from here to the east, 34298|As if, in the old days, there were harbors 34298|Around us, at home, in the dear old West! 34298|But, as we met, it was such exultation, 34298|That, though our heads with emotion were bent 34298|O'er the way, it was Love himself that sent 34298|That word in our hearts--that, this was the sea-- 34298|And we met, but had rather not met--for a month. 34298|What then might be of My Lady of Feeling-- 34298|For, though she seemed, she would never stand still; 34298|For, when I spoke of her noble--the creature 34298|Was all earth's pride and ambition to thrill-- 34298|I had loved her, I think--with the world in the heaven-- 34298|What would she have fancied, to lie, on the sleeve 34298|Of her beautiful lily, to gaze on her smile? 34298|She had seemed to be smiling at Fame's proud temple 34298|With all its bright turrets--a chalice of gold-- 34298|And her name and her fame, and her fame of old. 34298|That we spoke of her brave, and her glorious beauty, 34298|She had never ======================================== SAMPLE 599 ======================================== |He looks along the sea, 2620|And cannot see the very words he speaks, 2620|Or hear the needful sounds 2620|That through the trees and breathing flowers and grass 2620|'Tis time for you to pass 2620|Through summer-time and summer-time and see 2620|The flowery-fragrant weed 2620|Beside his cave, or in the sunny fields 2620|Where the bee hums upon the blossom'd vine 2620|And where the peeping grass 2620|Is tassell'd by the early shepherd-swain 2620|Or the red heron, wandering slow 2620|Through pastures bare, or 'gainst the mountain-tops, 2620|Feeding on the air 2620|With dimple-headed babble and sweet song 2620|And colour'd eyes 2620|Beneath the dusky trees. 2620|And, in the afternoons, when morning starts 2620|From slumberous neglect 2620|And sorrow understepping carelessness 2620|The eyelids lose themselves for weariness, 2620|So, through the drowsy city's stress and toil 2620|In dreams he paces to and fro, 2620|Listening the fountain-heads of discontent 2620|And anxious faces turning from the toil 2620|That, when it shines with waking eyes, beset 2620|The slumberous land, and the tired limbs return 2620|Memories of past labour, or again 2620|Pour'd through the mellow gold of happy dreams 2620|By woodland-mists, or in a summer-rain, 2620|In happy dreams. 2620|And now the sun smiles on the little isles 2620|That lie between the mountains and the sea, 2620|And the pale sunlight on a golden face 2620|Lies on the glassy calm; 2620|The sea lies quiet and the peaceful isles 2620|Sleep in the golden calm. 2620|A little while, and he will make his way 2620|Along the sands, between the silent seas; 2620|A little while, and he will tell the sea 2620|How far my boat has swung, and how, at last, 2620|The old thoughts come again, with whispering sound, 2620|To where we stood while bright Hesperus rolled around. 2620|And, oh, how glad I am! for now to float 2620|In airy nave of sunlight on the sea, 2620|Where through the floating fringes of the boat 2620|The tide-boat neared, through all her jutting spars, 2620|Like some fair temple lit with starlight streaming through, 2620|But now all cloudlets hanging dark upon 2620|The blue, gray cloudlets, and their misty shapes 2620|Flit ever nigh, and all the gleaming miles 2620|Of ocean-circled isles are loud and strange 2620|With loud huzza and clang of bannered arms, 2620|And all the wild confusion of the sea-mew's warring brood. 2620|And, oh! how merry 'tis to watch the hours 2620|Go by with music in their soothing chime, 2620|Or hear the oar-strokes in the orange groves, 2620|As soft along the wave the oar-strokes play 2620|With fitful rustle of the rustling prows, 2620|And through the green-lit meadows softly-swelling 2620|Rippled their freightage to the murmurous sea, 2620|And the still-bathed mavis singing shrill, 2620|As if its summer song were mingled with the harmony. 2620|We have roam'd in a desert land; 2620|I have felt upon my brow 2620|The touch of Nature's hand, 2620|The lustre of her brow, 2620|The pride of man's good will. 2620|No more I hear her prayer, 2620|Nor mark the flowers that blow, 2620|The sparkle of her tear; 2620|Her voice is on my air, 2620|Like the blue lake's pausing flow 2620|To the warm heart of a little child 2620|That leaps with soft replies 2620|To Nature's rich replies, 26 ======================================== SAMPLE 600 ======================================== 785|If thou knowest; 785|If thou knowest thine own selves or peradventure: 785|Or if thou sayest, 785|'Who are they,' say the first, and then the last; 785|'And who are they,' 785|Say the second, 'those 785|Who have no laborers at their hearts' then give the first 785|ground. 785|When thou begin'st to move the mighty world, then go thou and 785|cease; 785|If thou understandest the inner beauty of the heart, 785|well; 785|Thou wilt therefore know thyself, and then that all these things 785|arose, 785|Or if not, at least, at all; but, being here and that 785|found and gone, 785|By any means, by any means that do not fade away, 785|Now thou canst answer nay. 785|As the breeze spouts in the fields a few, 785|So now my heart beats faster, nay, to thee 785|It naught can rise 785|To break away the time. 785|When thy breath, thy breath is heavenly sweet, I know 785|That all is mine; 785|If this endure, then art thou blest below 785|Whate'er it be. 785|When the heart is broken, and the lip is sore, 785|And the sense forsakes me, and the breath 785|Is in the breath, 785|And the sense in the soul is heavy yet and hoar, 785|Then, sweetest lips once speak aloud, I know 785|That all is mine. 785|So now no more I seem to see thy face; 785|Thy lips draw nigher, and thy breathing quick 785|Draw nigher still. 785|I see thy beauty in the morning swim 785|With golden thread; I hear thy voice call out-- 785|'Lo, here is one whose life my love shall save.' 785|My body trembles when I touch thy hand; 785|In vain, in vain! 785|My lips press nigher, and thy breath has more 785|In song than when I felt thee in my throat 785|Than when I felt thee at that elder dawn, 785|That earliest light upon the early east. 785|O then my heart is heavy, and I wait 785|Until thy sweet voice speaks. 785|O then my heart is heavy and I wait 785|Until thy voice shall speak. 785|When thou shalt speak no word, no word 785|Except this day that I am thine, that year 785|The first to find thy face so changed from here: 785|But one to bring me news of thee is one, 785|But one to lead me, one to lead thee clear 785|And close the way of doubt before my face. 785|The first to find thee; what said'st thou? bid'st thou now 785|To fear me more? 785|For I am bound to seek a day that shall not come: 785|If I be bound to see it all I will, 785|At least and all for naught. But, O my God, 785|'Tis for me, nought. 785|When we are blind of eyes, then know I well 785|How to make clean my soul and sense of things; 785|To walk upon thy ways, but not to know; 785|To seek to see with others what it brings, 785|But only to be able to believe. 785|Before thy feet, this morn thou wentest forth 785|At thy first swift step, and I at last was led 785|Unto thy feet. 785|O for thy strong feet to carry the heart 785|And strength of thought! 785|O the little morn of life, the morning of the soul, 785|Which is as it must be; 785|O for the breath of hopes, the thought of hours that rise, 785|The grass of the world, the light of the sun, 785|The dew of the stars, the rain of the wind, 785|The dew of the world. 785|O that I had the strength of thee, O God, and not 785|The flesh and spirit of men and little things, 785|What should I have 785|But dust and shadow of thee and nothing at all, 785|But the wind, the shadow of thee, the gleam of it all. 785|O God, take back thine ======================================== SAMPLE 601 ======================================== _." 8187|The air--_He_'s a _preux chez_ and a _vizure_, 8187|Like me--_I'm a _good_ man, and you'll _not_ see him; 8187|He's like _me_, a pore cripple, not _my_ poor Lizzy_. 8187|_Now's the time, I want to say, when _I_ shall see him, 8187|"Fond man, you're a pore cripple--quite _my_ Mounseer; 8187|One good puff of _pop_ being in my mouth, 8187|And a little red rag for my tail's ingredients; 8187|To be sure you won’t think he _would_ lose _his_ head, 8187|Unless he was _wrong_ to _my_ perdition; 8187|To be sure you _were_ right, and _once_ right--_now_ 8187|_You're_ wronged, my dear Lizzy, I'm _novel_-- 8187|So, for all your jeering and _already_, 8187|Allow me but three kisses--that's _my_ case; 8187|And this is a fix'd _love_ for my Prue Lover, 8187|And he's for _foule_ Mounseer too, my Prue Lover! 8187|_Oh!_ if he _might_ be but _a good wife,_ 8187|(As all men, when they lose their youth, lose honour) 8187|_With_ him for _ours_ Mounseer, or _out_ my Lizzy_; 8187|Or if he be rich, _cross_-here's _heafe_ in Mounseer. 8187|_Oh!_ if he be poor, you'll love _him_, my Dearie,-- 8187|He'll love _me_, and _will_ be my Post, my dearie;-- 8187|Then, even then, he will love me till he grow grey, 8187|With my Lady that's _so_ to my Post, my dear! 8187|And, in short, he will love me until he grow sick, 8187|(Which some ne'er are the trade of _thin reavers_,) 8187|And then, _I_ shall love him ten minutes _in_ time, 8187|To sit down by him in the Clink of _my_ Clink-house;-- 8187|And, in short, we shall be married;--he, hey nonino! 8187|_Oh!_ if he _might_ be _so_ married, _I_ would not be wiser. 8187|He's _no_ D--D--N--d--n me, my dear, my dear! 8187|(_All right_) Father has sent him a commission 8187|That, without my consent, I am his Prue, Brother, 8187|He shall "_bow-wow_" and _sheep_-dou should say so. 8187|I'm told the Grandam is a sensible man, 8187|And, as to prove, hath got a great new plan; 8187|And, for my sake, I hope the learned may 8187|Be as well pleas'd to have one of his own; 8187|And trust me, somehow, in some good old way, 8187|That he'll get _some_ new, if pleas'd to-day. 8187|_Here_ is my Haven, Child, and _that's_ my Neddy, 8187|And _that's_ the very _sir_ the Lady. 8187|_Hush, my darling_, let us sing, 8187|Now, for God's sake, we're _so_ far in the south, 8187|So, love me as you wish, we're _both_ my King, 8187|And Lord, my Captain, dear, do not you fear 8187|To flog us on the cliffs or on the seas? 8187|In Germany do not want tinkers, 8187|Di spatters do not wear, 8187|Where there's many to the very bone 8187|Which is most thickly set upon a point. 8187|_Hush, my darling_, let us sing, 8187|Here's enough of that for my poor soul, my dear! 8187| ======================================== SAMPLE 602 ======================================== ._ "A thousand years they give 1287|Them all: a thousand tears and toil 1287|To ease the load they have. 1287|And what they have I also know-- 1287|A million more of cares, 1287|And all our joy in the world below 1287|With the other as it were. 1287|All things are not for us--but things 1287|Must vanish--and a thousand years 1287|Must be a load of cares 1287|And sorrows long, and pleasures cold, 1287|And tears and joys that have their youth, 1287|And the whole world of a sordid mind-- 1287|How many hearts must go 1287|Into the everlasting dark! 1287|The thought of the sun is a shadow that gloometh-- 1287|Though 'tis good to be sad when it reaches and gathers, 1287|To be glad with the heart of a man, as I am. 1287|Life is a stream from the old life, 1287|'Mid the olives that over it sweep, 1287|Who, in days of youth, to the old life, 1287|Set on the same paths to go. 1287|The river of Time laughs and dances 1287|'Mid aught that has been and will be, 1287|And it flows on forever the same river 1287|Over the beautiful river of me. 1287|The stars are my friends--and the dawn 1287|Is the first, and the light of the moon; 1287|But I think of the sun that is gone, 1287|And the old longing that never will be. 1287|Life is a game, and a race, 1287|And 'tis won by the beautiful rays 1287|That are flooding the world from the base-- 1287|For 'tis won by the beautiful rays. 1287|Life is a game that is play'd, 1287|With a joy that is quick to its end, 1287|With a joy that is fond, and a pain 1287|That is sweet to be suffer'd, a friend. 1287|Life is a game, and a prize, 1287|Though the goal be not won by the breath, 1287|But a game made, and strive, 1287|For the best and the worst, and the best, 1287|And the weary, and wayworn, and blest. 1287|Life is a game that is play'd, 1287|Though we know not who plays 1287|The game 'neath the rod, and the rod, 1287|But where 'mid a myriad of men 1287|A hero remains to his ken 1287|Where the hearts of the heroes shall win 1287|Ere the last one goes out to the war, 1287|And the heroes shall die in a star. 1287|For 'tis 'mid this game I can rest, 1287|And my soul shall be panted for here, 1287|For 'tis past! for 'tis all to the rest 1287|To the beautiful shades of my dear. 1287|Where is she, the land of the waves? 1287|Has she gone to the land of graves? 1287|With my baby upon her knee 1287|And the maid with a gown on my knees 1287|And the red cockade in my eyes 1287|Wandered to the Land of Dreams. 1287|O thou wild and lovely stream, 1287|So many a love-flushed cheek, 1287|So many a sweet and dream-delight, 1287|Fade not and wane not for me, 1287|Till I follow a place of dreams 1287|Where none of thy waters break. 1287|O river of Life, if the Soul shall take 1287|Thy flood for an end, and with passion make 1287|The law of the world thy river, 1287|O river of Life, that knowest not 1287|The sorrows and passions of mine, 1287|Hear my heart through thee! 1287|"O waters, from God that devourest ye, 1287|In me ye launch believing to bring on 1287|The grace of the wind from off the sea!" 1287|"O spirits that wake the soul in me!" 1287|"I have heard for it only that ye complain 1287|That ye condemn that ======================================== SAMPLE 603 ======================================== |With the sun, 30501|The sun, the sun, the sun! 30501|The sun, the sun, the sun! 30501|And all round us 30501|The green wood of blackwood trees 30501|And the white wild- cherry trees 30501|Were a-coming 30501|And a-flaunting up against the blue 30501|And out of the wood-land blue, 30501|With the gold and silver and the red 30501|In every wind that blew! 30501|And all round us 30501|The red-roofed cherry trees 30501|And the brown, red lavender 30501|Were a-coming 30501|And a-fluttering up against the blue 30501|And out of the wood-land blue, 30501|With the gold and silver and red 30501|In every wind that blew! 30501|And all round us 30501|The gray wild-roses like dark leaves, 30501|Whose leaves could never fail but be 30501|Like a little faery tale 30501|Of the wind among them all! 30501|And all round us 30501|The wild-flow'rs sprang, the wild-flowers sprang, 30501|The little wild-roses bent above 30501|The leaves; and out of a low sweet voice 30501|Arose their voices, calling us 30501|Earls, welcome here! 30501|And the first white drops of the warm June rain 30501|Were falling, dropping, falling again, 30501|The little wild-roses grey! 30501|And the mother cried, "We too shall go 30501|And hide us in the woods, my love, 30501|When the thick brown leaves begin to fade 30501|Through the sweet-briar's silver sheen, 30501|And the tall, soft, twisted branches sway 30501|In their windless, fitful din; 30501|And we shall be alone, apart, 30501|And the wild-roses grow again, 30501|And the grey wild-roses grow again 30501|In the dark and dark! 30501|But when it is night, 30501|And the warm sun slants his gold, 30501|There shall be no sound 30501|But the great heart beating high 30501|In a quiet, silent sea, 30501|We shall be alone 30501|For a little while, 30501|Oh, my love, 30501|You have slept with me! 30501|And then--your dream is done, 30501|And the star-dew falls on sun, 30501|And the blue of the west is gone, 30501|And the mists of morning rise, 30501|And the red folds of evening lies 30501|In the white and silvery skies - 30501|Oh, my love, 30501|Oh, my love, 30501|You have slept with me! 30501|The stars are all at your feet, 30501|The sea is at your feet, 30501|The little sea-gulls go 30501|In their soft white purposes. 30501|The birds are singing and saying, 30501|"A beautiful, bright-eyed girl!" 30501|And the winds are soft are blowing, 30501|"A beautiful girl!" 30501|The meadow is bright and green, 30501|The hedges are bright and red, 30501|And all things are fair and sere, 30501|And everything is right for your sake. 30501|You would have had no time to wait, 30501|You would have missed all the beauty I told you. 30501|But now you are here, where are the brown-throats? 30501|You would have come again, and made no sign, 30501|And I am the whiter, your lover's lover. 30501|We'll go no more to the sea, I guess. 30501|No longer a day of grace, 30501|And my heart shall be a place 30501|Where the things that are over-hurried 30501|Shall be found and held, so I will forget you. 30501|In my garden, by the edge 30501|Of a brook that sings in the sunset, 30501|I shall stand and listen to its singing; 30501|The little trees will not hear ======================================== SAMPLE 604 ======================================== |That we are not in earnest to betray, 12413|Or tell what we have done and say, 12413|That we live, as a man may do. 12413|That we have all things in our kindness done, 12413|And all the means our wisdom had in view, 12413|That we have chosen what our ways may send; 12413|That we might love whatever may not end, 12413|And not at all for the world, I think, 12413|But this--the time we are going to think. 12413|A woman, with eyes that are lovely and wise, 12413|A woman with a broken heart and sad heart, 12413|A woman with a cold and troubled heart. 12413|And she lived on, and she had never a part. 12413|And what of the time that the old time came, 12413|With none to give her a kiss and no name? 12413|I was sitting, and they were discussing her, 12413|As I was walking up the narrow street, 12413|And the men and women were discussing her, 12413|With a something strange in their fiery feet. 12413|The woman who lived on downland in the seas, 12413|I was listening, and turned to see and hear. 12413|The women who lived on the seas, I think, 12413|They knew her, and they knew what she was singing. 12413|Her voice was sad and her face was wan, 12413|But the sound took form. 12413|I thought I had been born where sea-mew'd cities are, 12413|And under the sea a thousand maidens were, 12413|But I was not there. 12413|I saw a vision come down the street, 12413|A woman wept, a child cast down his face, 12413|A child spoke to the dead." 12413|And as I looked, the light fell on the white, 12413|And, "Father, I am sorry to see this day 12413|Thus long, so sad;" and went away, 12413|And lo, the sky of dawn grew clear 12413|And a new voice sang in the night to-day, 12413|And the old faces sang in their sleepy way, 12413|And the house blossomed white to the living land, 12413|And the sun came out in the night to stand, 12413|And the leaves grew red in the dawning air, 12413|And the wind whirled in a whirl of flowers, 12413|And the tall slate windows and walls were bare, 12413|And the clock was always striking two 12413|The time that the robins were singing through, 12413|And the wind whistled soft in the dale, 12413|And the clock was always striking two, 12413|And the voice of my love was strong in the hall 12413|And the clock was always striking two. 12413|"Come," I said, "Father, let us be young, 12413|We'll be strong and the years will soon cease, 12413|But we'll have to drag ourselves old--good! 12413|And the days will see that the years will see 12413|We have gone back and forgot it all." 12413|But with so great a soft and sorrowful tone 12413|I heard the bells that rang the whole 12413|To the echoing hill as I turned and passed 12413|Away from the roof on the face of the hill 12413|And saw a face as soft as the silver gleam 12413|And never a cloud on the face of the air 12413|And she who had stood with me on the wood stair. 12413|As I was going to Windland, where she and the other ladies were, 12413|I bent my knee to the quarter-deck to think 12413|What she would say to Windland. Why should Heaven 12413|Make her so much less hard to keep away? 12413|So I took down the sails that she might take for me. 12413|What would you have for the sound of the wet main 12413|And the cries of the water-wrapt sea, 12413|And the soft soft clinks of sunlight between sea and sky, 12413|When the sun burns my hair and the rain beats high? 12413|I would take for truth and an old love, knowing well 12413|That all is just at the turn of the tide ======================================== SAMPLE 605 ======================================== of the sun, where every bird 8187|Flies from his wings, and hoards for wings. 8187|This, this is all my prayer, to pray 8187|Thee, God, for holiest thoughts to-day, 8187|And bless my life, and teach me how 8187|To love thee _this_ shall never go. 8187|And, so it chanced, in mid-day heat, 8187|When frosts were falling, 'twixt my feet 8187|My path was standing, fast and far, 8187|And, in the light of day, the star 8187|Which, at the mid-night, tells me to love, 8187|Had made my spirit thus above. 8187|Oh, when I hear thy voice, my God! 8187|All echoing to that thrilling sound, 8187|And gaze upon its glimmering ray-- 8187|When from thy breast my spirit springs, 8187|Oh, say, didst thou but think, oh say, 8187|That I could love thee _one_ so far away? 8187|Oh, say, didst thou but think, oh God! 8187|That I could love thee _one_ so far away? 8187|How could I love thee _one_ so much, 8187|Whose whole life's joy is past eclipse, 8187|And Heaven, that saw this rosy beam, 8187|Reflected in thy radiant glance, 8187|But felt so bright and solemnly? 8187|When, by thy looks and angel's hand, 8187|I've prayed to heaven thou wilt not leave me; 8187|That the dark spirit of the land 8187|Should quail before the spirit's power, 8187|And, should a power so weak and slight 8187|Have dwindled, never, to this hour 8187|Would still the light of Love's sure dawn 8187|Beams round me in that gladness then. 8187|And now--alas, how canst thou, then, 8187|That Love, _which would not languish then_, 8187|But only melts away and dies 8187|With all his light in its bright skies? 8187|Oh, think, how canst thou, too, forget 8187|Love ever linked with such a knot! 8187|Thou knowest,--no!--I've tried to prove 8187|The love I could not love one _mew_; 8187|That Love alone can change Love's knot, 8187|And make me one in all her garbs, 8187|Which, if it were not mine to prove, 8187|This were a chain--were then a seal! 8187|So let me sleep--alas!--and sleep, 8187|Without thee, and within my heart, 8187|And without that, which, though I weep, 8187|I, too, must throw beneath the dart 8187|Which Love hath tracked for many an hour, 8187|And bear it in my wake or bower, 8187|Until, with Love's own chosen few, 8187|I rise up as an altar waits, 8187|And kneel me down to thee--as thee! 8187|Yes, yes, I will--I, too, will pray 8187|To every Cup of Love, and then, 8187|And from my brain, and from my heart, 8187|So that my soul shall never depart. 8187|I am a wanderer from far lands, 8187|By suns and stars beheld, 8187|And every day that fleeted is 8187|A motion for my feet. 8187|I am a stranger--yet, afar 8187|From all those blessed lands, 8187|I greet another lovely star 8187|In rainbow sylphs from heaven. 8187|I am an traveller on the road 8187|That opens up to suns; 8187|And when to-morrow brings the night, 8187|I meet its silver sprays. 8187|I am a woman with a voice 8187|More fit for matron hands, 8187|And eyes that make me every week 8187|From morn to setting of demands. 8187|I am a beggar with a book, 8187|Or brooding gazer's eye, 8187|And I can see, if you can ======================================== SAMPLE 606 ======================================== .] 26073|I'll not speak of these conditions; but I'm 26073|With thee. 26073|CUPID, drinking, drinking, striving to cause his effects on the 26073|The law is pitiless; and the laws, by these notes, are 26073|violently degraded. 26073|My joy in thee? 26073|Thou art the wine for me, and I without thee. 26073|The economy of the world is observed in Aristotle's petty way. 26073|All the difference between thy creed and mine is now blurred and 26073|sl restored to thee by the heathen. 26073|The philosophers talk; and the learned writers, as I think, are 26073|thou hast made as many vauntings as thou hast ever drunken 26073|witness their secret. 26073|The learned and wise regard thee as the learned. 26073|Thou wast suckled in the arms of ignorance, with insolence and 26073|slaves, with many other base passions in thee. 26073|Thy pleasure is in the sensual embrace of ignorance, with its 26073|infinitives that neither drunkenness nor indolence can hold thee. 26073|It is the wine of fiction, thy passion the cause of belief. 26073|Thy sorrow is thy comfort in the heart of man; it is thy 26073|repentance; it is thy whole nature, and thy necessity in it. 26073|The poetry of a native clime, or native district, affords an 26073|allegorically definition. It is the rhythm of religion and 26073|spirit, though it be more in detail than in conception. The 26073|rhythm of its creation; the moral, that is not of the proper 26073|rhythm, is of the person, and the reason of the brute. To a 26073|reason why God is the man. 26073|philosophize that the meaning of all the universe is, "the perfect 26073|The seven millions of minarets in the universe are ninefold; they 26073|the nine heavens, the infinite ocean, and the ten parts of that 26073|centre in which we are distributed. 26073|It is the rhythm of the universe which we descend to. 26073|The universe was once the womb and womb of things; now of the 26073|corboreal frame it is the animate; the mother of God. The 26073|matteries were once the two immortals, and they are, still remains. 26073|How man may be freed from the bondage of fettered usurpation, what 26073|were they real heroes? What power divine could be counted? 26073|creatures endowed with Divine attributes; they were created 26073|nations of prayer, and bade, with the breath of many prayers, be 26073|regulative elements. 26073|And man may be possessed for his deserts by unselfishness. 26073|The poet in his blindness has stripped his armour of 26073|pleasure, as his armour is endowed with the breath of life; he 26073|wakes from his slumber; the reader may be led to reflect the 26073|depression of a principle not to be changed, which was the 26073|present only to a world, a divine aspect. 26073|From this time forward, it is natural instinct has been ascribed to 26073|the natural parent of all passions: perhaps he is the origin of 26073|by some a sudden and sudden approach into a conscious blush; 26073|if a mother is possessed of two or three things, it is his 26073|presence alone. 26073|The action of the Deity is the cause and activity of 26073|the active, in the heart of man, which is the cause of all 26073|the cares which appal the soul and deprive the body. 26073|As man, it should be perhaps fit for the Deity to become a 26073|mountain, from which he cannot be ascending. 26073|From the moment that it is first begun, it is the cause and 26073|perisimilitude of all things, and in the course of the revolving 26073|world. 26073|It is derived from the animal union, the exhalation of the 26073|body; the potentiality of the brute is the cause of every 26073|operation. 26073|It is no longerprophetic feeling over the whole matter; it is 26073|the incong ======================================== SAMPLE 607 ======================================== upon the ground, 32373|The clots were never printed, 32373|Betwixt them and the sky: 32373|No good sped from the clouds, 32373|The devil from within, 32373|The devil from within. 32373|Away they went, as speedily 32373|As fast as they could bide, 32373|And far before them flying 32373|The welkin large and wide: 32373|The winged army stream'd 32373|From the chariot before, 32373|As fast as they could bide, 32373|The envoys hurried on: 32373|Fleet Burleigh sent his men 32373|To Gawain over the sea, 32373|And up and down the people 32373|The English fleet did hie, 32373|But mercy never led them up 32373|Till up and down they hie. 32373|And ever they ran on, 32373|And ever they ran on, 32373|And ever the white sea-dwellers 32373|Stayed and broke the lilies on their wings, 32373|Never an inch before 'em 32373|For fear that they might wend to shore: 32373|So in a galley's hold, 32373|They made a cruel end, 32373|But fathoms out of the hold 32373|They rescued the English friend: 32373|And now they are come back, 32373|And England's flag at last unfurls; 32373|And when at last they're gone, 32373|This hill shall shoot her bonny plume, 32373|And hurl her to the mast." 32373|Now when they reach'd the foreland, 32373|That English shore at last, 32373|In weather foul and wintry 32373|They drove her up and down; 32373|And now they flood the foreland, 32373|With cannon's roar and drum, 32373|And now with broadswords bended 32373|Shoulder to shoulder come: 32373|Thus we do run the devil, 32373|This line of bootless fame, 32373|"England hath need of a better fleet than we." 32373|"Why are we come here profane, 32373|Unhonour'd, unashamed, 32373|To show mankind that mankind 32373|Is better than her own? 32373|She has sent you here a token 32373|(I trust it is her own), 32373|That if through confidence misplaced 32373|We aim to find her throne, 32373|We'll show that Britain still 32373|Is the best ship that sails the ocean 32373|She shall have place or fame: 32373|And that in her own way 32373|We may have the honour to be, 32373|Even as that fog doth pass, 32373|The glory and the freshness of the grass. 32373|Come, Fancy, leave behind 32373|Thy lovely present; 32373|And let the year 32373|Of this brief year 32373|Shine out upon the mind 32373|With a more bright, 32373|Finer light, 32373|Softer, that the soul 32373|Doth at last inherit 32373|What it leaves behind, 32373|Than the hopes that it may find 32373|In those green fields and trees, 32373|Amidst the unreturning year: 32373|--The oak is the first builder 32373|On whom 32373|Dear birds are bills of covert, 32373|And thieves of tree and bush, 32373|To guard against the storm: 32373|His anadem the heavens do guard, 32373|His is the crown upon his hand; 32373|Else why? The sun, perhaps, is far off, 32373|And the wind knows no other land. 32373|I saw thee once, when, fresh and green, 32373|Spring bards and smiling green did come, 32373|Fresh garlands on thy head were seen, 32373|And many a song then said, but feared to roam: 32373|I saw thee every day more green 32373|Than May-day robes, less fair than they: 32373|I saw in every month, a flake 32373|Of life and promise, such as thou, 32373| ======================================== SAMPLE 608 ======================================== 8197|By the door of the Mouse-god. 8197|Then, with filth and woe, 8197|To his gloomy woods they go. 8197|And I come to mourn for their loss, and I long to loiter 8197|Over the clammy grass with the drowsy songsters. 8197|I long for the trilled sweet grass--I long for the blue sky; 8197|I long for the trilling blue, and the silver lissuchs. 8197|But all of the earth is mine, for the great, gray creatures 8197|Cannot but kiss the dust where my love reposes. 8197|That is all fair! 8197|Fair is the wind, 8197|Fair is the sun, 8197|Fair is the moon 8197|Fair is the dew,-- 8197|I will not die! 8197|Dear is the earth-- 8197|And my love is true! 8197|Fair to the sun, 8197|Fair to the moon, 8197|Fair is the night! 8197|Fair is the wind, 8197|Fair to the moon, 8197|Swift to the blue! 8197|Fair is false Heaven, 8197|Fair is the night! 8197|Fairest, most lovely, 8197|If thou wilt come, 8197|When I have gone 8197|Well, now farewell, 8197|Blue seas between; 8197|If thou wilt go, 8197|When I am gone, 8197|Home of my love, 8197|Oh, how I long to meet thee. 8197|Oh, how I long to meet thee! 8197|Silent and still thou comest, 8197|Oh, how I long to meet thee! 8197|I wait for my dear lad, 8197|I wait for my dear lassie-- 8197|The winding greenwood way 8197|Is long to be kiss'd by the sea: 8197|Yet, oh, how I long to meet thee 8197|In the midnight of the sea! 8197|I wait for my dear lassie-- 8197|My dear lassie, O. 8197|The night was dark, 8197|So dark and troubled o'er, 8197|And with a moan I stirred 8197|My heart to rise once more 8197|To its first happy rest. 8197|A little while I sought 8197|The silent wood among 8197|All life's enchanting sights, 8197|And once more felt the throng 8197|Of spirits hovering near; 8197|While in my ear there rang, 8197|From some pure melody, 8197|God's happy minstrelsy, 8197|A voice of joy, 'All right,' 8197|Sweet angels, whisper'd me. 8197|And still its tones I hear, 8197|Filled with the sweetest tones, 8197|My soul hath never share 8197|Oh, how I long to meet thee! 8197|I long to meet thee here! 8197|Gladly thou smiled'st, 8197|And I did feel thy sting: 8197|Could pain me in--- 8197|But thou wert kind; 8197|But now thou'st sadly meekly bear'd. 8197|And I thank thee 8197|For the words of thy softest tone 8197|Thy own sweet tones alone 8197|Join'd in harmony, 8197|Till the faint sadness of thine eye, 8197|Like the clear moon, shone through 8197|The wreaths a flower unclosing grew: 8197|And lo, I see 8197|A spirit of thee, 8197|Borne by angelic wings,-- 8197|A spirit of thee, 8197|In heaven's sweet incense floating through. 8197|O thou pale girl, 8197|I dream that I 8197|Am weeping now 8197|For such as thou; 8197|To-morrow the last trump will be lifted of God by the angel,-- 8197|For these have I left ere life beheld thy face, my angel. 8197|I have seen the moon on mounts, 8197|And run adown the sky, 8197|And run adown the water 8197 ======================================== SAMPLE 609 ======================================== ; 28591|The world, the Church, the home of God-- 28591|That joy which knows not to be won. 28591|He is a man! he should be strong. 28591|His people never, never, never 28591|Dared to draw near. 28591|He is a man! 28591|I wish that you would understand me. 28591|I ask no more. 28591|Not to your God, dear Lord. 28591|I would not ask you. 28591|All men are Christ's children, 28591|And all my brothers are those of His, 28591|And every one, each of his company; 28591|And some are those that love to be found here; 28591|And some are drowned in sin's deep waters, 28591|And some become the angels that guard here. 28591|In the King's name, we all acknowledge 28591|All here as our own image; 28591|And, when we here receive 28591|The welcome of a new supernal notion, 28591|We all are as we are, 28591|As we were, all together, 28591|As the world is--a twofold right, 28591|And one of the millions that delight 28591|In moving round here, the way to earth. 28591|You come, 28591|With words I cannot love you, 28591|As I, with many a tear, 28591|Look on you for the grace in you, 28591|As the wind-blown petal, 28591|Whose sweet touch 28591|Has power through the hidden sweetness here. 28591|You can feel your wayward motions, 28591|And not be afraid of knowing 28591|What is in the heart. 28591|'Tis to the end 28591|As all will it to the end 28591|This love, this living love-- 28591|Whose full life 28591|Is a long process, giving out its breath 28591|To every farthest thought and sight 28591|Of human kind the eternal, 28591|And each separate soul, 28591|Unmingled, perfect, with its own tears, 28591|Unfolding itself in the full light. 28591|We live yet more by far, 28591|And yet more by the fuller heart; 28591|And that heart alone 28591|That is 28591|Full of love, for which we are apart. 28591|My eyes and ears are filled with light: 28591|A multitudinous brightness 28591|Through the whole wide sky in there has come. 28591|I stand 28591|Outside 28591|Of time's broad room 28591|To look out of window or door. 28591|With the air now over my head 28591|The golden light seems a feather 28591|Spread and spread 28591|On its luminous floor. 28591|The day is set: I see 28591|The day spread far away. 28591|The day has come and the 28591|Sun rises and set. 28591|I am the light 28591|And beauty of the day. 28591|The day is nothing of itself-- 28591|The thread the spider weaves. 28591|It is not for a bird, 28591|Or a rose to be heard. 28591|The day is a part 28591|Of bird, or flower, or tree. 28591|There is no hush in the air 28591|Save the tramp of my feet. 28591|The day is the great 28591|Throng of the earth and of sky 28591|And the great sun made one. 28591|I am he. 28591|His face I shall see nevermore; 28591|And, walking alone, 28591|Heareth the light of the day 28591|As a child. 28591|I know that I walk here alone 28591|And without horns or horns, 28591|But on the ground I am 28591|For that's the whole of the earth's round round; 28591|From the head to foot, 28591|O here am I, 28591|O look at me! 28591|He sits in the sun's glad light; 28591|From under his glassy stare 28591|The morning air 28591|Comes thick and dark, ======================================== SAMPLE 610 ======================================== . 12286|"Where thou didst dwell, a mighty flood 12286|Of wonders and of mystery, 12286|I'll pledge thee now the empyreal heaven, 12286|And all those wonders, great and small, 12286|Which Earth and Sea, and circling things, 12286|Have wrought for mortals; and I swear 12286|For them and thee they never were, 12286|And shall for ever, though thou land 12286|Things soon and late of mortal birth, 12286|Which now thou dost in vain forgo,-- 12286|But yet thou seem'st, fair daughter, thus! 12286|A thing to be desired of thee,-- 12286|I'll make the maiden mine, and she 12286|Shall be the Lady of the Vale, 12286|Where thou dost dwell.-- 12286|"Now, sister! leave the maiden's path, 12286|For that is stronger and more strong; 12286|And follow where she may, that I 12286|May take the maiden's heart along."-- 12286|All this a dream foreboded, brought 12286|To a seditious love of thought, 12286|A lovely maiden who did loiter, 12286|And stood beside; but, when at last, 12286|The fairy ceased, and, left with sorrow, 12286|Her limbs unrisen altogether, 12286|Her flesh unworn; which, with a sigh, 12286|She closed her lids, and sobbing said, 12286|"Why, sister, thus, thus? thy tears are shed; 12286|Thee, to thy cost, the world's half lost; 12286|And all that I have ever striven, 12286|Is but a pang that palled thy Heaven." 12286|Therewith, ere long they reach'd the Vale, 12286|Ere long the bearers wistfully 12286|Her sad complaint, did tearful eye 12286|The gentle sire, ere he could vent 12286|His swelling heart of gratitude: 12286|"Thou dost me blame, and right, I trow, 12286|By that vile crime against thy worth. 12286|Thy love was great, thy love was high; 12286|And hadst thou sought it for a fly, 12286|Thyself had not, thy heart to cheer, 12286|Forgot it by a little theft: 12286|For I was fixt and meant for theft. 12286|"And there are scuffers through the air 12286|Which, if thou e'er hast read in wood, 12286|With thy false head, and naked dame, 12286|I shall for evermore proclaim. 12286|For I, to whom myself was dear, 12286|Have been preserved from perils here; 12286|Unharness'd from the frantic crowd, 12286|And wrong'd by man, and blind with guilt, 12286|My birth and wealth have I outrun, 12286|That I through endless trouble mean, 12286|And stain them with unpursuing sin. 12286|"But oh! when first thy steps shall trace 12286|My dame's and wandering child's disgrace, 12286|And he who shall her pride buffet, 12286|Shall find me buffeted and slight, 12286|And tread the path which all must tread, 12286|And seem to scorn and grieve and weep, 12286|Shall find me like a silly weed 12286|And trail the jeers of all the caitiff. 12286|"In thy weak hour, the lion's might 12286|Smites thee in thy weak strength of limb; 12286|And though the lion rend thy hide, 12286|Beware the tiger's might and terror 12286|Of human justice, and the lion's rage, 12286|Which will not spare thyself to see, 12286|For human justice hath a law 12286|Untried for godlike majesty." 12286|Thus the Sicilian cried: "I fear 12286|That thou canst not be terrified; 12286|Thy fate to know I still am dear, 12286|And Fate, as I have told, obeyed. 12286|And thou hast wrought me grievous wrongs, 12286|And I have raved against my tongue; 12286|Have scorn deserved this ======================================== SAMPLE 611 ======================================== and all the old fiddle-makers. 1568|And the boys would laugh, the old wives would cry, 1568|And the old men mumble, "Hey-a-ho!" 1568|Then the old men rise up suddenly, calling,--"Hey-a-ho!" 1568|Then the old trees would laugh, and down again, 1568|Calling,--"O we boys are all waiting now, 1568|Waiting at the gate, waiting at the bell." 1568|And the old oaks would laugh, and all lean their heads, 1568|And the ruddy children would shake their heads, 1568|And the old men mumble, "Hey-a-ho!" 1568|Then the old weds would laugh, and they would nod, 1568|Calling,--"O they boys are all waiting now, 1568|Waiting at the gate, waiting at the bell!" 1568|Yet the weds are all waiting, so old-like and gray, 1568|Waiting with the bells, waiting at the bell,-- 1568|And no one comes nigh us, nobody weeps to say 1568|That a looney-comb matched them will not swell. 1568|And the folk, the hearth-end round us is as red as dew, 1568|The smith's bones are as merry as crack of new; 1568|He was digging a grave, 1568|He was digging a grave; 1568|He's under a stone, 1568|He's under a stone, 1568|When we all were well. 1568|We knew that his toe was flat; 1568|We knew that his teeth were set; 1568|We knew that his tail was flat; 1568|We knew that his tail was flat. 1568|We knew that his teeth were red; 1568|We knew that his teeth were red; 1568|We knew that his clothes were red; 1568|We knew that his teeth were red;-- 1568|He had three-four packs of lead, 1568|We knew that his teeth were red. 1568|For us he'd his gun, 1568|And a red one was soon, 1568|I'd have a horn, 1568|I'd have a horn, 1568|I'd have a horn, 1568|I'd have a horn, 1568|I'd have a horn, 1568|I'd have a tippie tail. 1568|Oh, yes, I know,-- 1568|I know it now! 1568|He's dead as ever,--yes, I know him well! 1568|And there's a tippie tail. 1568|I sat among the corn, and wooed a rose, 1568|In a garden pale,--and thus it was begun 1568|To whisper to itself. I chaffed with pride 1568|And hung with it, and held it by my vest. 1568|He loved its beauty in his heart till last 1568|And held it gently--thus to him I passed. 1568|And there's a tippie tail. 1568|I was a butterfly 1568|And I was like a king,-- 1568|Tucked in the snows, 1568|And colored like a thing. 1568|And so it seems to me, 1568|To me it seems to be 1568|Something more like a butterfly, 1568|A thing of memory. 1568|Yet, as I passed, I thought 1568|That I had been an elf,-- 1568|A lily made of fire,-- 1568|The one I loved the other, 1568|The very flower I loved. 1568|And so it was I saved 1568|This being, nothing more,-- 1568|That it was love, not friendship, 1568|The one I loved the other. 1568|"I love you well," said Cora. The soft moon 1568|Rose white and slender at my side to gaze 1568|On the white moon. I stood and listened wide, 1568|While my heart laughed within me. Ere I waked 1568|The first note of this song I made to-night, 1568|Knowing it was the same, forgetting Love, 1568|And the wild notes of it. Love had made amends 1568|For lack of wind ======================================== SAMPLE 612 ======================================== ; and the third, of whom is said to be that Doria, 1287|who having long survived with it, in the course of the Golden 1287|Merchantes is still enveloped about with a cloud, and, it may be, 1287|perishable, and ever appear impossible. 1287|"I have seen the man who ought to have been born on the first 1287|earth, by that name, whose journey may be not lessened by the 1287|minocence of her birth than by the second death of her first 1287|death. So that I saw, for whom all these were already coming, the 1287|father of your family, who, after much suffering, and great 1287|desolation, was thus vanquished. Go to the holy mountain 1287|that straightway thy feet were to ascend, and thence thou 1287|let this man who has so great pride himself come to behold thee 1287|aspect him." 1287|This was such a request toward the pagan. The other was my 1287|betrothed to him, if he would have stayed his wings and thus 1287|departed. I stayed mine eyes, and this intent did I make me, with 1287|thenceforth be content to see him. The goodness of the human 1287| Creature, when it of the Angels makes an end, comes from the 1287|forsaking of all things, to the primal creatures; but thence 1287|power seems to bring forth the sacred effects of the Supreme 1287|power, which is form, sap, milk, and honey; and this as an evidence 1287|of loveliness and vision is not found. 1287|Such as at times, in fine, a ship of the great Argo borne 1287|Sails, with the liquid motion of which in the open sky 1287|even now and again declines in its destined port. 1287|The other land, so far as I believe in its dim distance, 1287|becomes a mountain on the Adriatic, a land of living light. 1287|Thence we go up, and thence down, till above us the burning rays 1287|through the temperate air are poured in number, as through a 1287|We came unto a land, where the great sea boils and ceaseless 1287|boars, so thick enemies to the sun have their dwelling-places. 1287|In a vision I beheld so great and terrible a thing afflicted, 1287|I knew at its beginning, as it said, 'O son, upon this 1287|mind be seated thee, and consider how I shall cure it, although 1287|in the deep waters.' Then I heard, how lamentations and cries of the 1287|in front of them rose, and they began to cry out, 'Father, 1287|wherefore thus weeping here in sorrow? and why standest thou so 1287|still on the shore?' And I to him, 'This man is indeed dead, and 1287|whose eyeful eyes already have seen him.' 1287|"Never," I said to him, "speed so unjustly, never so slowly 1287|ever, unless in the great gulf thou art seeking him devoid of 1287|mercy, but thou shalt press him with thine own hands outstretch'd 1287|up to him.' 1287|"Meanwhile I was gazing upon the misery, which that sight 1287|seizes upon the mind with dire compassion; and 'O thou 1287|who art directing the organs of every misery,' I heard voices 1287|gazing upon his face, and saw his horrid face, as when a sleuth- 1287|cleaning sword. 1287|"The eternal spirit who sees everything, with compassion towards 1287|himself, is softened by comfort, being burdened, so that he 1287|will guard his person; therefore thy pious suppliants, pardon, 1287|and regard not his deeds, but do thou thyself show thyself 1287|to him as if they knew nothing; and pity chiefly thou, for 1287|they are those who stand without him." 1287|"Then I saw moreover than those who have power in doing 1287|righteous things. O thou who wast wont to comfort them, put 1287|the thought in my mind, and I will tell thee what I saw in the 1287|solus, that is lying in this place on the ground, that 1287|heighoibh-hoof, for ======================================== SAMPLE 613 ======================================== ! 1365|Farewell, Messire! I am left in doubt and trouble! 1365|Will you not come to me? 1365|To put new life into myself? 1365|To make new life into itself? 1365|To love young beauty, 1365|And love young truth? 1365|To be young again unto the old age? 1365|To be young again? To do me good and gentle, 1365|To live right boldly, and be as a servant 1365|To nothing else but to myself. 1365|Ah, 1365|How long, how dark, how dismal 1365|That I should be, 1365|Where I should always have to live! 1365|How long, how dark, 1365|The world, from whose fair name, 1365|All my existence has been fame, 1365|And pleasure has been shame! 1365|I would be a good man, 1365|And never give my soul away; 1365|And, once I think upon the past, 1365|My dream's delight will vanish quite, 1365|And it will have to live at last. 1365|Alas, what change in me 1365|Is now to live! This moment I have been forgot, 1365|For the days of my childhood are over. 1365|I can see no one now; 1365|Fain would I change all that I saw. 1365|Yet, while I yet have power to give all I have, 1365|I cannot make any one speak of my past, 1365|Except myself, dear, that I am not worthy. 1365|I am ashamed to be what now I am, 1365|And the world is gone from me, since I must be! 1365|Yet my mind is clear and I live in it 1365|As in a mirror the morning. 1365|My brain and my life are before me, 1365|And still, as before, is full of me, 1365|And my eyes are fresh with the light of it. 1365|I have a secret--a deeper love--a knowledge better than all. 1365|If, in the night of all the years, the heart were not kept as it was, 1365|In the dim shining room at one end of a room, for ages past, 1365|I know a key to the heavy chain of my being, 1365|I know I should not be held in any press of my own, 1365|And, when my own goes down the stair, none any more. 1365|The night is the way of the life, 1365|The world is a way of it, 1365|And I would that I were as you are; 1365|But I should not have it so, I should feel like the rest of me, 1365|And the night closed over me, and the clock in the street. 1365|I walk alone and lean to the window, 1365|And listen to the rain that carries me, 1365|All its thunder and its lightning and thunder, 1365|To itself like the voice of my childhood. 1365|It does not startle me again, 1365|It does not turn my head and cry 1365|At my own name and my own name, 1365|As if I were a little housekeeper. 1365|I wait and watch with staring eyes. 1365|(She opens the mirror; she descends the light.) 1365|I see clouds, driven on the dark, driving a fiery fury toward her, 1365|And a strange restless and mysterious feeling of desire. 1365|I turn to my window, and see crowds of maidens coming, 1365|Showing their garments with an instant-daring air. 1365|There is a silence and a peace in the heart of all things. 1365|And then I hear their steps beating to the door. 1365|There is a silence and a peace in everything. The street lies 1365|against the darkness. 1365|The streets are black, and the sky is blue. The moon is full. 1365|The sky is full and the moon is high. The clouds are thick. 1365|The distance is a wall of blackness, and the darkness is deep. 1365|In the night I sit there by the window and look out on the world. 1365|I turn, I look back to the past and start ======================================== SAMPLE 614 ======================================== : 'For all that my strength has made 23455|I am but a poor unhappy man.' 23455|'You call me Gold-in-the-Face' my father dear, 23455|And you're but as idle as a fly, 23455|But I love you--you love--I can't forgive-- 23455|You know just what things I'll do to you.' 23455|So, so he got his gun, and they went right out, 23455|And a pretty fine game they'd have, 23455|But he shivered and his coat got all torn in, 23455|And he didn't seem to know what to do. 23455|And, when the gun got right, he got more white, 23455|And he shivered so, he made it quite 23455|To see the fine white feather, so fine yellow, 23455|And he looked very foolishly. 23455|The guns had blundered, they had fizzed away, 23455|And the cannon banged, and the cannon banged, 23455|Till they wouldn't let him stay, 23455|Till they'd shaken him to pieces on his knee 23455|And smashed him off to the fore of me. 23455|'I'd give a man to know that it was true,-- 23455|I wouldn't have it any more,' he said; 23455|'But I've got a new one,--why, you see, 23455|You've got another in my store. 23455|'I see 'em now, and I have got a gun, 23455|And that's the way they used to come.' 23455|'The same with England,' said the Pitt, 23455|And he didn't seem to care; 23455|But he'd come a-lookin' where he was, 23455|And he'd shake his head an' snore. 23455|There was a lot of cannon here, 23455|And many there was none, 23455|And they hired a lot of ironmen, 23455|Which didn't mean to do a good. 23455|But the gun wasn't to stand at all, 23455|Or to go till it wasn't right, 23455|So they hired the engine and the gun, 23455|And they couldn't keep it bright. 23455|We never tried it, and we always tried, 23455|And they never said a word; 23455|But they all said, 'Look at the engine, there, 23455|It's as old as broken spoke; 23455|And we never spoke about the storm, 23455|And we never spoke for joy; 23455|But they said, 'The engine was the best, 23455|And the engine made the boy.' 23455|'It's easy to earn money, then,' says he; 23455|'I've worked for hours and it's easy to see; 23455|But it's only two hours ago, when I heard 23455|The news from the telephone.' 23455|For the motor and horses had broken his head, 23455|And his trousers went on to his very fair bed, 23455|And he couldn't get back until he was found, 23455|And the rest of his wardrobe was crowded around. 23455|And the man in the morning,--how has he been since, 23455|With a long, woolly, loose train, 23455|Going to the train in a hunkie-grey dress,-- 23455|Is off by the cars on the train. 23455|And he's down to the wheel in a kind of a whirl, 23455|And he's lying on top to his chin; 23455|And he smiles as he hears the policeman's clack, 23455|But it isn't that boys they'll begin. 23455|For they're going to do the whole thing I can, 23455|And they're making a charge that is 'good' to the man; 23455|And he keeps his horse all out of his way, 23455|And he keeps him a-begging and scandal all day, 23455|But we never said a word to the boss. 23455|And the fellows they don't know, but they're just as well told 23455|That the cab was on Saturday when they came back from the train, 23455|That engine's as full to of the poor 23455|As they were last Sunday morning, ======================================== SAMPLE 615 ======================================== ._ 'Tis true my mother died, 27781|But it gives a shock. 27781|_Buckled_ and _blundered_ by the name of T. Calvus. 27781|_Buckled_ and _blundered_ by the name of T. Calvus. 27781|_Buckled_ and _blundered_ by the name of T. Calvus. 27781|_Bluid_ and _blunted_ by the name of T. Calvus. 27781|_Bickering_ and _blurding_ by the name of T. Calvus. 27781|_Bubbly_ and _blubbrie_ by the name of _Bubbly_. 27781|_Bubbly_ and _blaudit_ by the name of T. Calvus. 27781|_Biff_ and _blink_ by the name of _biffler_. 27781|_Blaud_ and _blink_ by the name of _blink_ T. Calvus. 27781|_Blink_ and _blink_ by the name of _blink_ T. Calvus. 27781|_Blinkin' and smirkin_ by the name of _blink_ T. Calvus. 27781|_Bleer_ and _blist'ring_ by the name of _blist'ring_ T. Calvus. 27781|_Biff_ and _blist'ring_ by the name of _blist'ring_ T. Calvus. 27781|_Bleerin' and blist'ring_ by the name of _blist'ring_ T. Calvus. 27781|_Bleerin' and blist'ring_ by the name of _blist'ring_ T. Calvus. 27781|_Bleerin' and blist'ring_ by the name of _blist'ring_ T. Calvus. 27781|_Bleerin' and blist'ring_ for _bleeg_ and _bleeg_ and _bleeg_ for 27781|_Bleerin' and blist'ring_ for _bleeg_ and _bleeg_ for _bleeg_ 27781|_Bleerin' and blist'ring_ for _bleeg_ and _bleeg_ for _bleeg_ 27781|_Bicker_ and _bluffin'_ for _bleeg_ and _bleely_ for _bleeg_ for 27781|_Bleerin' and blist'ring_ for _bleeg_ and _bleeg_ for 27781|_Bleerin' and blist'ring_ for _bleeg_ and _bleeg_ for 27781|_Bleerin' and blist'ring_ for _bleeg_ and _bleeg_ for 27781|_Bleerin' and blist'ring_ for _bleeg_ and _bleely_ for 27781|_Bleerin' and blist'ring_ for _bleeg_ and _bleeg_ for 27781|_Bleerin' and blist'ring_ for _bleeg_ and _bleely_ for 27781|_Bleerin' and blist'ring_ for _bleeg_ and _bleeg_ for 27781|_Bleerin' and blist'ring_ for _bleeg_ and _bleeg_ for 27781|_Bleerin' and blist'ring_ for _bleeg_ and _bleeg_ for 27781|_Blitherin' and blist'ring_ for _bleeg_ and _bleeg_ for 27781|_Bleerin' and blist'ring_ for _bleeg_ and _bleeg_ for 27781|_Bleerin' and blist'ring_ for _bleeg_ and _bleeg_ for 27781|_Bicker_ and blither_ for _bleeg_ and _bleeg_-for 27781|_Bleerin' and blist'ring_ for _bleeg_-for it's another 27781|_Bleerin' and blist'ring_ for _bleely_ for 27781|_Bleerin' and blist'ring_ for _Bleerin' and blist'rin_ for 27781|_Bicker_ and blither_ for _Bleerin' and blither_ for 27781|_Bleerin' and blither_ for _Ble ======================================== SAMPLE 616 ======================================== of the dead, 36508|And when the day is over, 36508|There is a strange, new wonder 36508|Of strange tongues and strange hearts 36508|Which will be, and shall not, 36508|At the midnight hour of midnight. 36508|And in silence they are stilled 36508|In their mysterious cells, 36508|And the night brings them no sleep, 36508|For the Moon will not come 36508|After the midnight hours of midnight: 36508|All night a sound of wings! 36508|Only the moonlight grows 36508|On a fragrant height of snow. 36508|All night my hands have knelt, 36508|And I am so lonely now; 36508|For I have seen the white moon 36508|Whose silver edge is going 36508|Down the black valleys,--all 36508|Have died away like flowers 36508|Out of the dew-drilled hours 36508|Of autumn, in the bowers 36508|Of desolation. All 36508|Shall be forgotten, never 36508|To die again, never! 36508|O beloved, 36508|O beloved, 36508|Be still living forever 36508|Where there is no striving. 36508|O beloved, 36508|Be still happy forever, 36508|And at last, 36508|The cold fall of the moonlight 36508|Will fall on my eyes forever, 36508|And I shall never know 36508|Why there is no end to 36508|This foolish quest; 36508|So I wait for the moonlight, 36508|And go on my way. 36508|I wait with a feeling 36508|That is like a love, 36508|A deep and lovely feeling, 36508|Like a fire-shaken dove. 36508|I wait for the stars, 36508|And the moonlight fills 36508|The empty Heavens; 36508|They are burning white in the Heavens. 36508|I wait for an hour-- 36508|I wait for an end to all 36508|Moonlight and song. 36508|I wait for an hour-- 36508|But I wait, and I wait; 36508|For the moonlight on the tower 36508|Shines in the tower; 36508|It is growing late. 36508|It was a year of days, 36508|And I was strong and fast, 36508|And I was glad and gay, 36508|And I was gray and I was gay; 36508|I was so sick of play, 36508|I would not change my play 36508|For all the calls of June: 36508|And then--I said "Good-bye" to the budding trees. 36508|I saw their gold and green 36508|Beside the May-flowers of the town; 36508|I was so sick of leaves 36508|Buried my childish hopes in the brown: 36508|I was so glad of woods, 36508|I was so tired of flowers, 36508|I was so tired and killed and slain, 36508|I'd only die again. 36508|I was so weary of droughts and lights, 36508|I did not want to sleep, 36508|Because my soul was like a sponge, 36508|And I was hungry and hungry for worms, 36508|So I was ready to die. 36508|In the dark of the moonless night, 36508|When the shadows of sleep oppress all, 36508|I found that the sun had gone away 36508|And left me alone with the day, 36508|I stood before the door 36508|With all its dancers and its dancers, 36508|And all its lighted faces, 36508|A row of lights, a row of windows, 36508|And a sound like the steps of the dancers 36508|In the dimness of the night. 36508|And the windows stood against the East, 36508|Where the shadows of the dancers 36508|Crept, soft and slow, like flowers, 36508|All round the sleepy street. 36508|For the first time I looked, and saw 36508|An open door, and a light, 36508|And a little light in the doorway, 36508|And a face, white and white. 36508| ======================================== SAMPLE 617 ======================================== , for the old, gray-coat, 12242|Of which I, here, am here; 12242|A wan hand opens coldly 12242|Against the new-fangled year. 12242|My hands are sound to nothing, 12242|My heart is fixed on this; 12242|Only a voice is singing 12242|Of days that will not come. 12242|What shall I sing for you, children? 12242|What shall I say for you, 12242|On the old road, up the hill? 12242|Up the sharp hill-side to the river: 12242|A friend, the snow, the cloud, the rain; 12242|And what shall I sing for you, children? 12242|What shall I sing for you, wife? 12242|A paper all of sweet forgiveables, 12242|A chalice full of love, a mint of tares, 12242|And a silver lamp to lighted love. 12242|So live, so sing, O life! that is the time 12242|To hide your head for shame, your face for shame; 12242|To hide your head for shame, your body for shame. 12242|"I am happy, I am happy, 12242|As a father in his palace, 12242|With his maidens by the wine-press gate 12242|Goes tooting at their will; 12242|Under the wine-press where his state 12242|Is placable at will, 12242|Silent I hear him praise the roof 12242|And flatter in the kill: 12242|Wine still pours in the aged king, 12242|And still the cup is full, they say, 12242|So am I, too, O deathly time! 12242|When the ruddy hounds of time 12242|Fled with the quarry scent, 12242|Hounds advanced, unheeding man, 12242|Took the breath, and fled--to the end of the world. 12242|"I am happy, I am happy, 12242|As a father in his palace, 12242|With his maidens by the wine-press gate, 12242|Whose state is full of pomp and state, 12242|Only with the tavern-changers 12242|Seeking jousts and jovial squalls; 12242|Under the tavern-changers 12242|I am only at the tavern, 12242|With my wife by night and day; 12242|Only I am happy, I am happy, 12242|As the king sits in his bower to-night, 12242|Only with the tavern-choir, 12242|And the jovial company, 12242|And the hostel spread before him, 12242|Full of Spring's Prophecy and Spring's Gay 12242|From throats whereat the June-winds fan the flame; 12242|Full of their passion and their shame, 12242|Of their perishing and their dying game." 12242|The wind is in the apple-bough, 12242|The swallow skips across the sea; 12242|My love and I are side by side, 12242|For ever and for aye. 12242|We talk of balsam on the hills, 12242|Of thorns about our feet; 12242|Of bracken and of beeches and be-glow-worms ashore, 12242|Of adders and of turnips, and of roses that adore, 12242|Of those jasmine-yew blossoms, that throat all o'er; 12242|Of those lilies, with snow ermine, that throat and fade 12242|Evermore, forevermore, as we watch them laid 12242|In the orchard, on the wafters, that roof us full of shade; 12242|Of those rose-leaves and mistresses, whose odour is the best, 12242|In a neat little garb of green that is clasped around the rest; 12242|Of those mignon-daulian-leaves and faces, as hoary as the Mold, 12242|Fringing out all the little ringlets that hang on the walls, 12242|And all the tinkling that washes and is calledandy-ri-things. 12242|Of those little hills that are covered with grasses long and drear, 12242|Of those mar ======================================== SAMPLE 618 ======================================== through the fields of glory, 1304|Through the great Elysian, 1304|Where the golden apples climb and fall, 1304|And where the clustering grapes are nodding 1304|To the soft, refreshing purple 1304|Of the fallen hazelwood. 1304|And the sweet things of Earth are stirring, 1304|All day long, within my soul, 1304|As a bird within her bower; 1304|Through the starry and sunny weather, 1304|I behold the blessed light 1304|Streaming from it from the East, 1304|With a new and joyous splendor 1304|From the fullness of the East. 1304|Earth whose bosom, from the ocean 1304|Up to Heaven's green region breaking, 1304|Lives in music and in motion 1304|As the fabled rivers flowing 1304|Under the palaces and groves 1304|Of the Hesperides. 1304|New strains from the deep fountains flow, 1304|And new melodies arise; 1304|Earth hath new habitations, 1304|And new scenes and new ideas; 1304|Life is a twinkling show; 1304|Life is a bubble or a bell; 1304|Dull is the dreamer's bowl; 1304|Death is Eternity's husk; 1304|And the great Master's unwearied power 1304|Doth but abate and baffle death. 1304|There comes a threat of danger; 1304|It dies, and it must enter 1304|The gates of the Eternal's portal 1304|Through paths, through perils, torn and hopeless, 1304|With Death for guide and weapon then. 1304|I heard a trailing garments 1304|Pass on the winding road, 1304|A troop of mourners mingled 1304|And voices low and strange; 1304|But no one was there parting, 1304|And no one cared to stop, 1304|Like the leaves that quiver on an aspen 1304|To the moaning and the wailing of the wind. 1304|The dead leaves of the aspen 1304|Had fell from the tree-roots; 1304|They had fallen, low lying, 1304|On the ground; 1304|And the earth had a thousand 1304|Squaws of unrest 1304|From the roots of the tree-roots. 1304|In the church of theSurvals 1304|Sat the three spare-headed Sisters, 1304|In their long night-cap, weeping, 1304|Weeping, with open bosom. 1304|The three Misses bore their burden 1304|Cotton and yellow petticoats 1304|From the church of theSurvals, 1304|In the pious and fervent 1304|Absinth- aisle of St. St. St. Sted, 1304|They sobbed and theyRevolved, 1304|And God's poor Mother implored 1304|For their children and their wives 1304|Who died for their children orphans, 1304|On the day in which they died for their dear dead Mother, 1304|The three Misses bore their heavy-laden burden 1304|To the weary sisters of St. Colway. 1304|"One and one and one and two are gone, 1304|And the leaves fall from the tree-roots like snow, 1304|The three sisters of St. Colway 1304|Lie under the four white stumps, 1304|Strenzy in death."--OMON. 1304|The three men of St. Colway. 1304|The three Misses bore their heavy burden 1304|In the chapel of St. Colway. 1304|The three Maghezis, chaste and beautiful, 1304|With the painted angels in their hair, 1304|Kneeling in prayer for their dear goodness, 1304|Approached, sympathetic, in the darkness 1304|Of incense, on the bosom of the tomb. 1304|But, O, they died in glory 1304|Continually, and on the seventh day, 1304|In the same place, with a sad sad, thoughtful 1304|And impassion'd agony, 1304|They stood and listened in a solemn silence 1304|To the solemnities of the dead. 1304|But the light ======================================== SAMPLE 619 ======================================== , and the whole 27885|house, and the room above it, and the light that seemed in the 27885|house, and the little shop that took the place of an account 27885|before it was filled with the motley, little shop, with a little 27885|that would bring in much relief. 27885|And here the great charm of the charm is again set to the heart 27885|of the poet. 27885|Now he is dead, and in the rich soil he has walked. 27885|The youth who lives in this world, and may be for ever renewed 27885|on his death, is one day already become the enemy of life. 27885|Oh, the beautiful day in which he was deluded! Ah, how often 27885|he has walked the world! 27885|The time is at hand when the people will not listen to 27885|the simple history of his life. 27885|The evening hour of the morning comes before them with the 27885|clouds behind it, and there is not a chance for escape from 27885|the gloomy shadows and the darkness, for the air is thick 27885|with swallows, and they will not listen to the wind, nor the 27885|rain, nor the rain on the water. But they will listen to the 27885|winds that will bear him on their way, and in spite of the 27885|affliction and the incessant turmoil of life, they will live 27885|there is no one in the world to whom he hath been, upon whom 27885|he is not liable. 27885|The evening is dying in the crimson west, and the birds are 27885|singing in the silence in the soft air, as when the 27885|moon mounts her cradle, and the clouds of south-west 27885|bosom the long blue mist. And to the east will come 27885|the innumerable suns, from the farthest west, on the 27885|sea-floors where the ships sail over the huge blue 27885|Sea; and all the willows of the sea will wave white 27885|maiden that I am; and the children will climb in the sun 27885|and smile in the sunlight, and when the evening 27885|takes her pleasure in the song they will be gladder grown 27885|into young voices; and the children will climb in joyous 27885|adown to the Great Queen. 27885|Then, when evening shall have passed, the children will 27885|cease to raise the song of the little bells, and listen 27885|to the long pealing of the first sweet human voice. 27885|And the children will climb the almond boughs, and come, 27885|along with their little rulers and sisters, to a fair 27885|place, where the white mist will wave above them, and 27885|the lily will be lit with fire. And they will be happy 27885|and gay; and in the evening the child will be lifted up 27885|to the Great Queen, who will be a little one when evening 27885|has come. 27885|Then the children will climb the almond boughs and will climb 27885|the almond boughs, and sit round the little swinging 27885|children and listen to the glad shouts. 27885|And the children will climb the almond tree in the shade 27885|of the spreading vine, while the dawn comes in with a 27885|welcome that the day is at hand. 27885|It was a pleasant day, in the early morning, 27885|dawning at the garden's end, and the sky was blue above, 27885|and all the children in the trees sang good songs 27885|to the little children. 27885|The grass and the leaves pushed off green and yellow 27885|dust into the garden, and the birds sang here all the 27885|night long; and I was sure that those happy birds 27885|would sing to me a nest of little eggs. 27885|The stars peered up into the sky above the garden, 27885|and the flowers that I was seeking made a great 27885|joy everywhere in the little window, and the stars peered 27885|down through the dust of the old garden, and I knew 27885|every bird on every branch a bright and fluttering 27885|friend. 27885|And when I found myself within the garden of the 27885|little ones, one who had just left ======================================== SAMPLE 620 ======================================== 2487|And that she may not be alone. 2487|There is a quiet here 2487|In any place, 2487|I shall never find another like her; 2487|No one 2487|Save I 2487|And her 2487|On the other side. 2487|Her life is a sea 2487|Without bottom; 2487|My whole being 2487|Is an ocean, without brink or shore, 2487|Without shore. 2487|And in it 2487|She is only a woman; 2487|My whole being 2487|Is a hollow sound, 2487|Without bottom. 2487|In every bosom 2487|I love to lie, 2487|And to listen 2487|Her soft replies. 2487|We do not murmur, 2487|We do not weep, 2487|And we cannot 2487|Be real sleep. 2487|The only real thing 2487|That is not sleep 2487|I think I shall treasure at your feet, 2487|And rest you in this world of ours. 2487|A land of roses and an open plain 2487|Set in a dell of flowers and dew-soiled space, 2487|Pale in the tender light of summer skies, 2487|Where never water sings nor glides the pace. 2487|A land of hills and valleys wrapped in green, 2487|Made of the sunshine and the moonlight and the sea, 2487|And sunny lakes where streams may never run; 2487|No need of winds to frighten it, 2487|The flowers have done their duty and done well; 2487|But all of these I shall not tell. 2487|So quiet lies the Earth, 2487|At peace below; 2487|There is no frost to blight 2487|The withered rose, 2487|The lilies have been fed without a meal; 2487|No wind to blight the beauty of the wood; 2487|But all the year that lie beneath the sun 2487|Is one glad heart and one fresh, happy blood. 2487|The world is tired of love, 2487|And bitter cares; 2487|There is no rest for him, 2487|But only looks 2487|To my young love, 2487|And lets his weary feet 2487|Be set a-foot 2487|Beside the stream, 2487|His tireless industry 2487|Has made a new dream 2487|And brought a better dream 2487|Than my true love has dreamed,-- 2487|A dream that never dies, 2487|But sweetly dies 2487|In sweet content, 2487|As doth the Autumn rain 2487|On the young rose. 2487|Though you should lean upon an old gray tree 2487|You bent above the stream; 2487|Your eyes went up to a young summer sky 2487|With the arch of a sky 2487|That had been gray, and the green leaves stirred 2487|To an instinct of the wind. 2487|And, O! the world should never know 2487|How the cool leaves came down 2487|Nor how the leaves, like little ghosts, down there, 2487|Were stirred to an enchanted air 2487|By an enchanted name. 2487|When the wind came in through the leaves, 2487|We could not sleep apart, 2487|But the great tree suddenly moved 2487|And shook its leafy heart. 2487|The green leaves were about us now, 2487|The bright leaves waved above, 2487|The bright leaves fell like flakes of snow, 2487|Hovering above: 2487|For the young leaves were like the leaves 2487|That cover an Arctic fire, 2487|The warm leaves shook and the trees smiled 2487|Together like twin sister lives 2487|That wander on a windy morn 2487|To cover with fronds and stars 2487|The delicate wild and precious things 2487|That make the world one garden-tree 2487|For summer-time and the new. 2487|When the heart of Springtime bursts 2487|And its warm leaves fall about, 2487|And, ah! when Winter comes 2487|With the fierce rains and the cruel snows, 2487|We shall know Spring ======================================== SAMPLE 621 ======================================== 19385|Where'er I dwelt upon a day so old. 19385|The light was melting into golden air; 19385|The sky grew bright, and a fresh breath was breathing 19385|Love's fragrance, as I watched the morning spring, 19385|All lovely in its crystal all endear'd; 19385|I saw the light fade from the lofty towers, 19385|The breeze break in, and the great stars appear, 19385|While golden-wing'd, the fair-haired Mary lay 19385|Upon her mother's knee, with tenderest care. 19385|O Mary! when my soul shall turn in rest 19385|Upon that pure and silent virgin breast, 19385|Which thou didst love, ere I was found less lone, 19385|Thou wouldst forgive the wrongs I felt for those 19385|Who were thy friends, and share their tender care. 19385|Yet I'll not waken till the morning shine, 19385|Nor weep till midnight in their twilight hall: 19385|I have not time to muse, till morning comes, 19385|And looking back I see them come and go. 19385|No more I'll haunt the stillness of my soul, 19385|Nor seek to tour the fairy bowers of spring; 19385|For tho' at dawn I may not walk at noon, 19385|I shall not find till eve the roseate hues 19385|Of morning, meet on ev'ry garden cheek, 19385|And think nought else but love and loveliness. 19385|I love my country all the way I've been, 19385|My country, far from courtly men and glassy halls; 19385|My country, with its woods, and hamlet, and the stars, 19385|I love the sunny clime, I love my native hills. 19385|I love my country; tho' my foot hath trod 19385|O'er Appled hills, and scattered silver woods, 19385|I love my country, and am proud to be my guide, 19385|And lead my willing feet in liberty's Elysian bowers. 19385|The lark, with bold impetuous wings, 19385|Pants on the cliff's steep side; 19385|He droops his drooping head; 19385|He droops upon the grass; 19385|While o'er his airy temples 19385|The cliff, like some dark spectre's, 19385|Look'd pale, and then grew pale; 19385|And, like a moon in heaven, 19385|Set pale upon the cairn, 19385|The moon seem'd resting on it, 19385|And looking in upon it, 19385|The moon, pale and alone. 19385|All other things, I ween, I see. 19385|A rock, a rock, are there; 19385|And all along its side, I ween, 19385|The steep is very steep; 19385|There is no path nor crag, there is a wood, 19385|Nor bush, in all the vale. 19385|And dark and darker grow 19385|Till all below grows thin: 19385|The owl is not alone; the bat abroad 19385|Bends all to cool his woolly flocks on bough, 19385|And there the witch-ship swims! 19385|At night I go to seek, thro' all the dale, 19385|At eve's dim hour and late, the spot where I live, 19385|And when I seek, oh! when I seek, at night 19385|The silent water, by the glimmer light, 19385|Seal'd by a cave of fount, 19385|A secret place, 19385|Where thro' a silvery stream the timid fish, 19385|If chance to spy, or to inhale, 19385|The fish I love, and that thou hast thy soul 19385|Beneath the greenwood tree.-- 19385|Thou roam'st a world of wave, 19385|And thou art only a wave of the sea, 19385|And I in thine embrace am ever. 19385|Thy thoughts are a boundless sea, 19385|Where all at once to thee they come, 19385|And there's nothing but waters of peace, 19385|And infinite silence in all thy thought. 19385 ======================================== SAMPLE 622 ======================================== .] 1004|in Paul's Church, where his prerogative used to remain in 1004|the abbey. 1004|v. 89. Who may as well himself.] "He who has a mind to be as a 1004|stranger." The blessed metal was of course chosen for the 1004|arms of the Lord. 1004|v. 110. When his body.] The organs of the sacramental power. 1004|v. 110. When his body.] The lower members or printer's 1004|gate. 1004|v. 130. Him.] Potiphar's church. 1004|v. 130. His spirit high and quenchless.] Potiphar's wife. 1004|v. 130. With him.] By another name of Charles Martel, "so 1004|bright and full of excellency." See Phars. ix. 10. 1004|v. 128. With him.] Potiphar's wife of Ruggier, the daughter of 1004|v. 6. Azzo was his name.] The ancient orator of the Popes. 1004|v. 26. In the high palace.] Of the company of Charlemain, 1004|spring of his father, who was presented by Boniface VIII., his 1004|father, King of Russia. 1004|v. 29. As in his course, swift and profound of speech.] 1004|King of Naples, he was king of Sicily, and of a great family of 1004|v. 31. His thirst.] The water of this deity. 1004|v. 29. The dame, who first had tasted of the vine.] 1004|Raphael, by whom it was understood that he was of the highest rank 1004|v. 70. She was the Queen of the Ocean.] The daughter of 1004|v. 70. The planet's beam.] The planet Mercury. 1004|v. 70. The fair river me.] The flowing Tiber. 1004|v. 80. The goodliest river that there, 1004|That ever flows in the Po descried.] 1004|Of the Azzo, which is seated at the head of the river Po, 1004|from its springs descending into the mountain, down to St. Peter's 1004|from the region of Pola, in A.D. distant of Linus, and 1004|from the Troad in which it is called, arose from its banks a 1004|hill. 1004|v. 51. Thence.] Before the access of Peter III, of 1004|Fano, in 1260, received the title of "Vertumnia," a 1004|warden, that he might also be a master of the art. 1004|v. 55. The bird of Paradise.] "Through that many moons 1004|vanish'd the sun his progress, and the time was all complete 1004|ever the equinox, and the geomancers prick'd him." 1004|v. 69. The golden hue.] The yellow sward and yellow sward. 1004|We see in Hell how erst it was, from which bodies of it first 1004|broke out. 1004|v. 71. The new born babe.] The new born child. 1004|v. 73. The dame through the robe of white.] 1004|Through Adam's spirit filtered through the bars 1004|Of that new world which is the sphere of Heaven, 1004|Where souls of first were fire and light, 1004|When the divine light swallowed up all flesh. 1004|Compare that similitude in the Work of Mr. V. H. Jorsett's 1004|And this is the first instance of the Pastor in the fresco of 1004|In that new world which the Creator saw. 1004|v. 98. Bewilder's bane.] The lower circle of the 1004|Frequently in the Zodiac. 1004|v. 72. A sun withdrawn from Heaven.] So Chaucer in the 1004|Macaroni, Book I. l. vii. c. 70. and Charles II.] 1004|To this, etc. Vossius with the preceding Canto will reply, if in 1004|the ancient gest. 1004|A little wreath of mistletoe, ======================================== SAMPLE 623 ======================================== ; 25153|And on her head 25153|She wore a crown with stars, 25153|A starry crown, with stars for her,-- 25153|And all for me! 25153|I saw her upon the path, so dim, so lone, 25153|That I would almost say her name was hers had come. 25153|The moon shines in her garb, the moonbeams dance 25153|Among the branches; 25153|Her silver voice is heard 25153|As from the chapel, 25153|And as the song of the organ's dulcimer 25153|Echo the sound. 25153|Ah! what was it I heard 25153|In the darkness 25153|Of the desolate chapel, 25153|And the darkness 25153|Shimmering through the glooms? 25153|I only saw the moonlight in her hair, 25153|And the dark her bosom's tremulous light, 25153|And a voice singing in me, that was not mine, 25153|Singing in the darkness, on the midnight air. 25153|(Written for R. B. LIVER WENDELL'S _Vindication of the 25153|Night's SlumberPrince 25153|The Emperor's Durindow 25153|The Emperor's Durindow, etc.) 25153|and this is in more popular sense than that of Dominodwash, who 25153|suggests "on whom the King chooses to make his obeisance." 25153|(The Third Circle is called, so named, D. C.) 25153|(or D. V.) - Archangel. For the use of diaries, see Prussia, and 25153|The Emperor's Durindow 25153|From the French of the fifth round of the coast of Naples, is presented 25153|(or L.V. - Arch. d. viii. For the use of diaries, see 25153|A. V. - For the use of diaries in France and Italy, and for 25153|one of which the Emperor is in danger, is to guard the 25153|city, where he is said to have been a treacherously hidden 'A. 25153|"Truly, my Lord, we shall have no need of such things for our 25153|city and is resolved not to destroy it; for all our power is in 25153|blood and murder. 25153|(2-3) 'Mid the Roman exiles from the city, G. C., 25153|Persean (see note 1), the son of D. C. 25153|(4-5) For the sake of drowning of their king, O. R. 25153|(6) The treacherous water-shelter of the Vindhya, that called 25153|Salley casts a shadow downward at a window in the 25153|gateway of Rheims, to cover his entrance to the palace of the 25153|high city, and of his father A. K., who has no father, but in 25153|all his family. A. K. who has come down over a hundred 25153|miles to see his play. (Chez Vindar). For seven years 25153|the royal halls held a grandeteu! (Lalla R. 25153|(6) The castle of Rheims, on the east side of Rievola to the 25153|northwest. 25153|(7) At the head of Rivus de Gingo (R. P. V.) 25153|(M.B.C. 86) In the east the sign is carried by a Turkish 25153|videlip-tribe, who, about eleven years before, practised using 25153|his whole day, and practised the night-long talking. 25153|(8) The river of A.D. In the east there is a small river in 25153|also reached by a Turkish army, named Parish, from which 25153|the Vultana delights to visit its waters with their 25153|monuments. 25153|(21) Malvern is nearly in the south, and marches in the west 25153|of Italy; and by this path the Caspian and two rivers 25153|become a desert. 25153|(22) The Padvanese camped in the lower regions of the 25153|Dardan nation. ======================================== SAMPLE 624 ======================================== |And you may learn the things I sing,-- 16686|I sang about the Dead Sea then, 16686|And that is how the things I said 16686|When I was young! 16686|It's a great while now that we have met-- 16686|It seems so sad; 16686|And that's much better now that we've been lost,-- 16686|It seems so sad! 16686|The dead men sit and stroke their hair, 16686|And say that when 16686|They started out of their old joy 16686|They'd grown so glad! 16686|They would not have you to forgive 16686|For just a trifle, 16686|And then you'd keep your Christmas chaff 16686|Inside their china vat-- 16686|But that's too bad! 16686|The dead men lie down to sleep 16686|With little faces, 16686|And each one hears the other's pout 16686|Forgets her place; 16686|But they've no use for tears; they'll creep 16686|Out of the bed. 16686|The dead men sit and stroke their hair, 16686|And say their prayers. 16686|The dead men lie down in the room, 16686|And they pretend 16686|Just what they were like to, if they were, 16686|There's nothing real there; 16686|And all the others lie down, so 16686|Poor worms must feel 16686|That they are dead men, if they were 16686|Dead leaves to deal. 16686|They lie down, in their blankets, blind, 16686|With nothing there 16686|But their old friends, who used us there 16686|Long years ago, 16686|Who lie here, close above my head, 16686|In the attic, blind; 16686|And their ghosts, so sad and white-- 16686|They don't mind me! 16686|I'm a nasty little thing 16686|In a big house; 16686|I want to live in there! 16686|I wish I knew a house, 16686|At the middle of a mile! 16686|And then my house, so dull 16686|And ugly, could be done 16686|Out there, out there, in the moonlight, 16686|In a half-light! 16686|And I'd like to sit and do 16686|That ugly piece of meat, 16686|And the picture I've just had for 16686|Makes my heart beat! 16686|But there's something that I hate, 16686|Just the noise my ears fill up 16686|In a hot-house. 16686|I wonder what you'd like 16686|When you're crying for your choice 16686|When you're feeling for another, 16686|And I'm telling you, in the moonlight, 16686|All the funny things you say 16686|In a row. 16686|I'd like to lie in bed and do 16686|That ugly funny thing 16686|Intrage you, 16686|But I'm telling you, in the moonlight, 16686|The funny kind of thing 16686|That I mean, 16686|I love to lie there, and to keep 16686|Out of sight, 16686|And hide my work out with a book, 16686|To cover me. 16686|I'd like to lie on my red gown, 16686|With a book, 16686|And then--somehow. 16686|And then to close, 'way out, you guess, 16686|On the lawn; 16686|I'd like to go to sleep, I think, 16686|Just as now, 16686|And watch my wife and baby kiss 16686|The book she has written to me 16686|In a book. 16686|There wasn't any of a house, 16686|No, not a house, 16686|That I'd like to have when I 16686|Was out! 16686|I'd like to sleep, and watch the clock 16686|Run always with a little chime 16686|Right down the minutes. 16686|I'd like to dream, and watch the rhyme, 16686|Ready to come, 16686|Run like a leaf, and take and keep 16686|The time neat ======================================== SAMPLE 625 ======================================== |His mind as well, his speech and speech must dwell 615|On what he knows in these sad climes and cells, 615|And wherefore hither he and thither goes 615|To find fresh fruits, or flowers, or whatsoes. 615|And when he finds that she returns for ever 615|To him, but him no whit disdainful will, 615|Save that he to him and all his crew, 615|And him to be, in their despite would smother 615|With fire, and smutch him with their teeth and scythe; 615|And on the morrow, when the skies were bright, 615|Behold a stripling boy become a wight. 615|Aye wont to tell him of his father's kin, 615|How by his care he was begotten thence 615|Before to-day; and how he would not feign, 615|Nor any other device; and haply thence 615|Would send him forth, if to his parents' ears 615|He ever spake, of the unhonoured dames, 615|And of their kinsmen with him there to be, 615|How they, in those dark countries which remain 615|Beyond the sea, and other savage men, 615|And where the sea, is prisoned and confined, 615|Or other shore upon the billows lined; 615|And how the king for Africa had wasted 615|Ten years, before, before, he should have wasted 615|The fruit of slavery: what he had done 615|Had not that cruel king from him been hated. 615|But now what time could he against his own 615|Against so foul a venture venture wend, 615|Saving that he too in little time alone 615|Was rescued from the torture and the end? 615|He, in his natural rage, the paynim scared, 615|Nor could restrain and parley from the quest, 615|Who with his foot Orlando's foot Orlando smote, 615|And bore along the pathway of his vest. 615|So would a little wight amid the crew, 615|Who at the castle-walls would seek his aid, 615|And with such jocund paces, as before 615|He from the count would shake aside his hoar. 615|And said, "And what shall this allowance be, 615|Since by the cavalier you must attend, 615|Achilles sees it, and upon that blow 615|Will fix before your gaze what it shall show?" 615|With that; how could he help but him in vain, 615|With whom Orlando should with him remain? 615|This on the warrior, when he knew the fen 615|Would open, and the wind be blowing vain. 615|He spake: "Well-armed Orlando, if thou hear 615|I mention one unworthy to appear, 615|I here will make thee ready; and with speed 615|To do it, as I thee entreated, read." 615|The enchanter spoke; and on his way he hied, 615|And, having gained the river's destined shore, 615|Was, that before the hermit's eyes he read 615|The writing on the sand, by which was spied 615|The wizard monarch; and he said, "O son, 615|This is the book of the magician, done 615|By one, who has a spirit worthier far 615|Than many hundreds of Angelica. 615|To him, at first, I must declare and show 615|That to the paladin's advantage I 615|Have seen no peril of this strife of mine; 615|Nor have I in this quarrel any less, 615|Since I in this have promised to resign 615|My sovereign city, for which I intend, 615|And that I will that in this strife be spent, 615|Because I will not till I hear his blood 615|So much as this avail too great a store." 615|Alcides' brother had him by the throat 615|Made smitten from the plaited jag, who lay 615|Between two horns, and that beyond him lay, 615|Like a poor boot, broken by either arm; 615|Who, as it were in use, the deed has done; 615|And all the herd which in his pasture graze 615|A larger compass has bestowed on theirs. 615|The other was, as was agreedly said, 615|By Roland of all muster, as the throng 615|Honoured the knight by one ======================================== SAMPLE 626 ======================================== s are his guides, and his example 1745|Himself himself, and sole in Battel called 1745|He in the Waves does all his Granite performes 1745|With glimmering blinkings and redoubliss, the Chief 1745|Stands on his fierie Steed, and above him roar 1745|His Sea's loud Trumpets: him around him flame 1745|Hill, Dale, and Dale, with all their whom thou pleas 1745|With eye and ear, and all who as they can 1745|Speak op'nd ear, with open Hearall, arms in hand, 1745|And in ascent or fall, their feet as fast 1745|Shoots up, as they doe tripp'd or swim thedirect 1745|Bran-lin'dSaint-Angels trode; loud was the roar 1745|Of that accursed crew, as they who faint 1745|When they behold the land blush white and wan 1745|With all their banded ghosts; the watrie shrieks, 1745|The smother'd drops, as through confederate hands 1745|To noblest fare the Spirits of purest Flouds 1745|Delay'd, then with expanded wings outspread 1745|They sailing glide along the Air without. 1745|At length a universal hubbub wilde 1745|Of sudden Woes from one another Flouds 1745|With such consol'd confusion swars the Sea, 1745|The Aire so white, the Aire so black, the Aire 1745|So overwhelming, that a dread to heare 1745|It Beat, and to my trembling heart the voice 1745|Of all in Heav'n thus interludes. 1745|Goe whither Fate and inclination strong 1745|Leads thee, I call thee, back to the half wheneere 1745|From the World Earth, so that thou maist not goe 1745|Twixt Heav'ns and Earth perverse, until this Aire 1745|To fixt and frozen Clime thy self as fast 1745|Henceforth a Aire in the blest Sign of Heaven, 1745|Made then for ever by created sight 1745|To double the transpicuous, nor let aff 1745|The Aire to graze the longitude, that Fate, 1745|Made ravenous, with Tyranny for ills not scorned, 1745|Deprives of her all Blompt and Foes despoild. 1745|To Heav'n then went she, for the angels are giv'n; 1745|Hither through Eden went she with the leaves, 1745|The eldest of that Adam banded Eve, 1745|The youngest of that glorious pair in Heaven; 1745|The noblest and the best till now appeerd 1745|Her half entirely to her share of Heav'n: 1745|Me for this Sion, and to be applyld 1745|As large and long as myrivaile and wilde, 1745|That falling River from his Maker sent, 1745|My mother harmless innocent of scorn 1745|To entertaine with gladness, peace and love, 1745|In mode that I on Earth may dwell forlorn 1745|Under his love, whom love will not endure, 1745|Till I appease her cruel ire and hate, 1745|That so shall keep her from the filial love 1745|Which she through me unmarkable and foul 1745|Lacking her, yet to shun his curse, on me 1745|Most miserable! O fall rather say 1745|Fooles, sprung from that run of happy vassals, 1745|Belgium shall bear up and date thir bliss; 1745|Till I appease, though I doe judge amiss 1745|Hurt from his ire, yet will not spare his wrath. 1745|At last, though final hee, the handiwork 1745|Of powers and Nature, hand from hand they took, 1745|And made me even that Heav'n which day & night 1745|Shall by an early Mariner be broken, 1745|Sith in the Clouds the hollow eares shall bubble 1745|Of future calamitie and care, 1745|To future rise, and joy and bliss, as meeting 1745|Shall in a moment sitt ======================================== SAMPLE 627 ======================================== , the great sun, the rain, 34237|The birds' loud song, the bees' sweet hum, -- 34237|Could this be life enough for him? 34237|His thirst could this spare nothing for? 34237|Not so at all! 34237|Even should the thirst remain too cool, 34237|His will be lost, 34237|And he, though wroth at such a day, 34237|His last remaining blunder would stay. 34237|The sun, it set behind the west, 34237|A larger beam did never try; 34237|And then it put the stars to rest, -- 34237|Heaven did not scorn the sacrifice. 34237|When Christ the poor was praying 34237|Upon the sinner's bier, 34237|He heard the children weeping; 34237|And, with his right hand bare, 34237|He straitly took the little one 34237|Unto his bosom, weeping. 34237|Nor did he need to think, from day 34237|To day to do his errand, 34237|How the belovèd soul to Him 34237|Was beckoned from on high. 34237|He listened, in His sorrow, 34237|And lo! it was not well! 34237|He wept, He heard, and pondered, 34237|As one in grief may do; 34237|Nor could He tell the secret 34237|That in his heart he kept! 34237|Thus man, with vengeful terrors 34237|Upon Him doth repine, 34237|The last, the least, the faster 34237|He rushes from the wine! 34237|Oh, what a life in anguish 34237|Must our redemption seem, 34237|When every drop we quaff in 34237|May showers of sorrow stream! 34237|But when we mourn our comrades 34237|And they whom we deplore, 34237|The Lord will not forsake us, 34237|He will not turn us more! 34237|He gives to us remembrance 34237|Of that he left behind; 34237|We shall be heirs of sorrow 34237|To those he left behind! 34237|With a Lamentation 34237|under the Stair, at Church, on every Birth of the American 34237|Constitution near fourCircum. 34237|(Written on the misfortunes of A KINNE.) 34237|Early in the morning 34237|When the air is warm and 34237|Sweet, but not so sweet 34237|Is the song of nightingale, 34237|And the plaining of the wain, 34237|And the glow of noon-tide rain, 34237|When the salt sea-water gushes; 34237|And the blackbirds in the rain 34237|Singing on the window drowsily, 34237|Bring us from the fields once more 34237|The buttercups once more! 34237|Open, oh, early in the morning, 34237|Sunshine and rain and dew-wet snow, 34237|Open your hearts as sunshine 34237|On the first of earliest May; 34237|Open your eyes as sunshine, -- sunshine, 34237|Flowers of the field and tree, 34237|Flowers of the field and wildernesses, -- 34237|'Neath your feet the slumbering tree! 34237|Strong, but heavy, and nimble, 34237|Spring and winter, wind and rain, 34237|Sunshine and dew and rain; 34237|What care they for summer weather, 34237|What care they for winter soon, 34237|Larks and hares that sing together, -- 34237|Love and laughter and song! 34237|Oh, the winter's face is cruel, 34237|And the snow falls hard and fast; 34237|And they think of hearts that wander 34237|In the fields once more to-day, 34237|In the quiet fields of twilight, 34237|'Neath the sunshine and the rain. 34237|What care they for wind and weather, 34237|If, for summer days, earth seems 34237|Scarce as sad as they are lonely 34237|With the sun for their own worth? 34237|What care they for winter weather, 34237|If two flakes of snow fall true ======================================== SAMPLE 628 ======================================== with his foot at the temple door, 7122|And, in the sacred name of God, 7122|By the great love of Jesus taught. 7122|And the same sacred name, this too, 7122|In the Church's language clearly speaks, 7122|The same dear words she spoke to you. 7122|Thus in her father's dwelling stands, 7122|In peace and joy those two young friends; 7122|Together so they live and grow, 7122|For years the Church has long-closed woe. 7122|A child heard all that Sabbath strain, 7122|And felt the sweet, persuasive strain; 7122|But, as he feels the blissful power 7122|Of the sweet Sabbath strains to heaven, 7122|He cannot feel the joyous power. 7122|And soon he hears a blessing true, 7122|That gives his heart to gladness too, 7122|And gives that mother pleasing joy; 7122|And yet he feels much worse than boy. 7122|In this, the marriage now begun; 7122|Then, having kissed those soothing lips, 7122|His soul expanded far in space 7122|To a most sweet, faithful, loving face. 7122|Thus, by each other nursed, he grew, 7122|And the whole people soon arose 7122|To love him in each other's arms. 7122|Their tender glance made up to God, 7122|And his firm heart was borne to heaven; 7122|Thus may we see those joys once given, 7122|And all in full Bliss e'er are given 7122|In mercy to the Saints above, 7122|Though they with pity may receive 7122|Our darling after death the prize. 7122|And ever as they wandered on, 7122|Their talk renewed each Sabbath day; 7122|A blessed silence now begun, 7122|The church received them, and the prayer 7122|Each day by prayer renewed was heard 7122|In holy hour of peaceful prayer. 7122|While each his Sabbath task pursued 7122|In preaching fervently the Lord, 7122|The youth to God the tidings bore 7122|To all his mates in Christendom; 7122|And ever as they nearer stood 7122|The Church, in gentle murmurs, said: 7122|"The Bridegroom's Elders to the Bridegroom's Hall 7122|Will all with joy, and all together call. 7122|In the great house our Lord is come, 7122|When he hath promised for our Home. 7122|He will redeem our souls from Satan's hate, 7122|And come to save the poor and poor from fate. 7122|"For Jesus (so we long for Christ), 7122|Will all his promises rebuild 7122|Which he will make our burden great. 7122|We'll all be faithful unto Him; 7122|And he will bring us to this bliss, 7122|And we shall be successful here. 7122|The Lord himself can raise from earth 7122|His hand upon the Bridegroom's birth. 7122|And we shall see his glory shine, 7122|As we are living, on his shrine! 7122|"And in these realms we can belong 7122|To him, who on our forefathers reign, 7122|And, faithful to His Church, will do 7122|Most earnest work for them, and true. 7122|For he will be of an accord 7122|With the great Father, who of all 7122|The servants of the Gospel Lord. 7122|And thus they will be highly joined 7122|To Him who is their King and Friend; 7122|And thus we here will gladly spend 7122|Our days, each day, of joy and peace. 7122|"For it was once the holy Lord 7122|Who saved the world; and all around 7122|He will a high magnificent Bride, 7122|With all his saints, a virgin crown 7122|On her who in her sins was found. 7122|All those who in her life will come 7122|To Christ, with joy and rapture blest, 7122|My loving Mary shall be well 7122|To this sweet Bride, and then her home, 7122|Worthy in holy love to dwell. 7122|The Lord to her will all assign, 7122|That ======================================== SAMPLE 629 ======================================== and the little, golden-haired 27336|Orchards and violets and crocuses, 27336|And what is it to find our love to-day 27336|When we have left the earth so fair a space 27336|To be a heaven for us alone 27336|And not for us to see these things? 27336|I knew, I knew them all myself; 27336|Nor could I long forget, nor ever forget 27336|The joy that haunts a dream I knew. 27336|The memory of the beautiful 27336|We worship from the dead is mine, 27336|The fragrance of the summer air, 27336|The perfume of the flowers we knew; 27336|The beauty of the night divine 27336|That comes to seek us everywhere; 27336|And the swift beating of the wings 27336|We knew so much--that we should share 27336|The joy that comes to one and to another. 27336|I knew, I knew them all again: 27336|They are not sad to-day but gay; 27336|I turned my face away from the window, 27336|And watched again my heart's decay; 27336|And there was some one left behind, 27336|And something in the tint of pain 27336|That made me glad the more that I remember. 27336|Then something more. I had been very ill, 27336|The memory of that sweet and ancient way 27336|My soul would always love; and in my heart 27336|Have I been very near forgot, and wondered 27336|What thing it was that stirred the years and vexed 27336|Our life with failure. I could not believe 27336|That what was false would hold us more apart 27336|Than what we find in death. 27336|This is the best of all,-- 27336|I thought it well that I was very weak, 27336|And failed that way to attain so soon; 27336|But, though I knew it not, God had forgotten 27336|The precious burden of a life so vain. 27336|The days grow long and long, and yet God will 27336|And from His own right hand released the burden 27336|Of each, and gave them what was beautiful. 27336|I knew not why, but 't was that I had borne 27336|The heavy burdens of the lingering years; 27336|And in my heart of hearts the burden lay 27336|Of having found it for my own sad tears. 27336|And when I knew God's purpose was not vain, 27336|And when I knew the purpose of men's hearts, 27336|And though I knew so little, I was weary; 27336|And when I knew its deepest meaning then, 27336|That all at once was love too dear and true, 27336|Except the spirit of the pure in him. 27336|I knew that a proud woman, a proud woman, 27336|Would leave behind her place in some far place, 27336|And that when first I saw her face I knew 27336|Myself of life would turn to face with her. 27336|I knew that women were not wholly fools, 27336|And that their words could tempt their weakest prove; 27336|That with the freedom of their love there came 27336|Messieux's love, and her great soul's deep thought. 27336|I knew that love in earnest was not vain, 27336|And that the whole round of a woman's love 27336|Will always be a sacred thing to him, 27336|And that it is not to be put to use. 27336|And such a thought!--there will be many things-- 27336|How beautiful in woman's eyes and woman's mind, 27336|And how far off, amid those dreams of ours, 27336|A woman's love may meet reproach and blame, 27336|And in the light of human woman's smile, 27336|And in the flash of human love, a name! 27336|What shall I write, or paint a dream so fair, 27336|Or write it with the color of a flower, 27336|If in the eyes of man the visioned dream 27336|Of beauty lies, a form of subtle power? 27336|If in the eyes of God the vision lies, 27336|And all the world is beauty without love, 27336|If in the eyes of God, the soul ======================================== SAMPLE 630 ======================================== , who was not born to read 34762|In the wide earth--the heartless soul 34762|From the great ocean's unbound roll, 34762|And the high and the deep in thought, 34762|That knew not where it sought, 34762|And knew not where it sought, 34762|And lost in endless night. 34762|That soul, which, when the soul was shut 34762|In its last sleep, had fled 34762|From its own heaven of rest, 34762|Now, when the soul had fled, 34762|Woke into life the dead; 34762|And the proud woman loved, 34762|And the poor, poor suffering soul; 34762|And her fond mother stood 34762|Watching her children in their woe. 34762|And when a little child 34762|Saw them, or turned from them, 34762|It was then as if, in truth, 34762|They lived in love, and lived in youth. 34762|And in the heart, they knew 34762|The depths of life, and found 34762|The depths of their own woe, 34762|And the fond, happy child. 34762|Nor is it only a vain thing 34762|To question thus the skies, 34762|It hath, to us, the dearest 34762|And happy child of the soul, 34762|Which, in all the grief of life, 34762|Is soothed, and soothed, and soothed. 34762|To this sad soul, in which it lies 34762|With all its vain imaginings, 34762|We come, we come, our final moan, 34762|Our last long moan for our dead alone. 34762|"He has gone, I see, I reach him not!" 34762|Oh! yes, he has gone, or a strange spot 34762|Has found where, like a bird of thought, 34762|He sang in its lone glen. 34762|But, when I have gone, and in mine hour, 34762|My soul shall fly to those far shores 34762|That mourn for him, and to those wild flowers, 34762|And he perhaps will stay in those far shores. 34762|"He has gone, I see, I reach him not!" 34762|Oh! bid him wander on. 34762|He hath no home, he hath no friends, 34762|And none to help him; 34762|He hath no tear, he hath no tear; 34762|And he is gone, and he must part, 34762|Though a whole life. 34762|Oh! bid him seek, in yonder hut, 34762|Some still small voice to bring, 34762|That he may hear once more his own 34762|Poor simple song-- 34762|"He has no home, he hath no home 34762|In these cold woods." 34762|And when the soul hath left his pillow, 34762|That gentle rest, that silent rest, 34762|But its sad power, that rested power, 34762|May smile upon thee! 34762|That quiet rest--that sleeping power 34762|That whispered hope, that silent rest-- 34762|Ah! this it is, when all is o'er-- 34762|I cannot weep and pray for more. 34762|"He who has slept by the fire-side 34762|His weary couch must wend to rest." 34762|What was the poor man's son? he died 34762|And never his hearthstone gave rest. 34762|"God rest him! God rest him! 'twas his own!" 34762|He wakes at Christmas-night. 34762|"God bless him!" say the children, gazing round, 34762|And saying, "What of him doth here abate? 34762|How strange, that ever thus on earth he sunk 34762|Awake at that same sound, with yearning, faint, 34762|And tremulous utterance? Wherefore, do they tell 34762|The aged, speechless man? I do not well. 34762|His grave with awe serene, and, from the sun, 34762|The face of nature, with no trace at all, 34762|No trace of life, but the same sunny flow 34762|Which gave it birth--the same clear look of peace; 34762|The blue ======================================== SAMPLE 631 ======================================== . The Princess. 30391|_The Lady_ [_seemingly_] But Sir Riddle is not a philosopher, 30391|_The Lady_ [_smiling_] This simplicity is in no wise an 30391|_Lady_ [_seemingly_] We all have heard 30391|_Some are left, and some must be left_-- 30391|_Some go slowly--and some go sadly_-- 30391|_Others are sunk in dark waters_] 30391|_Others are growing old, and some 30391|Go, their duty to perform_-- 30391|_Others are playing young and old;_] 30391|_The Lady_ [_calmly_]. She wants the service, please? 30391|_She would rather speak to the happy old Man_] 30391|_The Lady_ [_sings to him_]. I know your heart, 30391|Your griefs, your sorrows, yours; 30391|I know your happy days, nor long_-- 30391|_Dreary or bright_--_delightful view_.-- 30391|_O what can wrong us in the after years?_] 30391|_And what more bitter than to eat of men?_] 30391|_Keeper of cities_! I have lived so well 30391|To look too long for mirth, to eat too cold, 30391|To hear our very children sympathise 30391|For want of warmth, nor feel an angry need; 30391|To see our poor old mother--if she had-- 30391|And eat it at our own good Father's board, 30391|And drink with us to our good Father's own-- 30391|_These are not bad things, nor are they not_! 30391|_O, Lady, in whose looks are kinder sights_] 30391|_And who can tell which is no better_] 30391|_That I love most, who loves to con_.-- 30391|_O, I, the Lady in whose smile is past_] 30391|_Love no more, love no more_!-- 30391|_At last_ (for ah, poor heart is hard to bear) 30391|_I shall be silent and away from care_] 30391|_I know not whom, but _known_.-- 30391|_The Lady_ (sighing) goes to the window silently, to look 30391|at her blue gown. 30391|_Yes, Lady, now I know 30391|All the sorrows that befell me in the day_. 30391|_And if she knows to whom?_] 30391|_The Lady, so thou wilt be kind and true_] 30391|_You, Lady (pitying her?) if her heart you can_] 30391|_But if she knows to whom?_] 30391|_You must be kind and kind, then, and be kind_] 30391|_I fear you not, for now you know_-- 30391|_Daughters of God, in mercy speak_] 30391|_All that you have and are are here_.-- 30391|_Sending the tribute of an errant knight_] 30391|_In bonds I lay my body down_] 30391|_But if with you your heart is hardened_] 30391|_Then by these tears--_then_, _there_, ... 30391|_And if your heart is hardened_] 30391|_Then, Lady, shall we yet accord_] 30391|_The tribute shall be yours again_] 30391|_All that we ask shall be requited_] 30391|_All that is rare shall be requited_] 30391|_And if you cannot bind and fetter_] 30391|_The obligation is, if that be not_] 30391|_I will not have my heart to lose_] 30391|_Your beauty, your grace, your artless grace,_] 30391|_To me were never nobleness, you were_] 30391|_My beauty, your grace, our artless grace_] 30391|_At once if nothing have been lost_] 30391|_I never should have known your beauty 30391|Had I but known your grace divine_] 30391|_From underneath you there had risen_] 30391|_A rose in your garden ======================================== SAMPLE 632 ======================================== and all the world, to me! 38135|Ah, the day that now is past 38135|Whose shining feet came tripping o'er 38135|The hills with golden banners gay-- 38135|The day she is not here! 38135|And the sky grows cloudless, blank, 38135|The stars come forth no more, and wait 38135|Their end, my love, before the day-- 38135|The day that is not here! 38135|The moon is fair, and the sun is high, 38135|And the night is wholesome for me; 38135|But who is he, that shines the sky, 38135|The man of the night, and he answered so: 38135|"I pass away. 38135|The moon is fair, and the sun is bright; 38135|And aloft I ride on the windy air." 38135|"For the sky, the sky requires my prayers, 38135|O Love, for the moon, for the sun; 38135|And when she would rise, to her slouch she is gone." 38135|The lover can hear naught in his sighing to-day, 38135|For the moon is fair, and the sun is high; 38135|And his sighs have ceased, for the wind is homeward bringing 38135|The night that is not here! 38135|In the fair green forest of Clonroway, 38135|When the wind is loud, and the wind is sore, 38135|He would break his longed-for slumber, 38135|And wake to the Spring in the morning gay! 38135|When the bright red sun came peeping in, 38135|He would fill his song with sunshine sweet. 38135|And a balm for all his weakness leant, 38135|And in rose-leaf leaves he would bind his braid. 38135|And he held a wild rose in his hand, 38135|That o'erallowed the bee in the orchard lands,-- 38135|And the rose-red field had harried his command, 38135|With its ripe brown fruit, and the rose-white blooms. 38135|He would gather rose and jessamine, 38135|To set the sun a-blaze in the watery west, 38135|And turn the leaves of the cuckoo-buds to rest, 38135|Till they seemed some heart-beat of the Spring to prove 38135|The strength and wealth of the Summer and Summer's love. 38135|And he gathered rose and jessamine, 38135|To cast the white cloud on the brow of night, 38135|On the deep red cloud of the morning-glow, 38135|And make, from the garden gate, 38135|Brief cassocks of every hue 38135|From the yellow south, of living gold 38135|And green of blossoms on every tree; 38135|And he piled beech and elm in a bountiful shower, 38135|That the eyes of many grew dim for a moment, 38135|But he took a leaf from the orchard trees, 38135|And flung it down to be gathered, 38135|And he gathered it home in a nest of the flowers, 38135|That nestled in her bosom warm and warm. 38135|"I will make my porch over my house," he said; 38135|"And my doors I will show to the orchard white: 38135|I will gather sweet herbs in the morning-glow, 38135|And scatter the peach flower; 38135|I will spread a canopy over all, 38135|And over the house-tops will bend the bower 38135|Of the bird, the sea-bird, and the plover-larch, 38135|That I may shelter and love under the shower." 38135|"I will make my house over the orchard white, 38135|And under the white hedge will be spread 38135|A table of buds on high, 38135|Where the woodbine may feed and lie, 38135|And the grapes in the juice of the fig-tree's gold 38135|Bloom red as her bosom's blushing. 38135|And I will place on my balcony 38135|A mossy seat on the porch of my bower, 38135|And watch the snowdrops comb its hair, 38135|And the White Rose blush in the sun ======================================== SAMPLE 633 ======================================== the fair world, 8187|But that one love thou hast, 8187|I'll bless that day, 8187|And then my lips shall say, 8187|"She loves thee, dearest one, but thee." 8187|If you can be fair 8187|And strong as I am, 8187|And I the young knight there 8187|Will crown with my name, 8187|I'll straight to your eyes will go, 8187|That we may meet soon; 8187|And then my lips shall say, 8187|"She loves thee, dearest one, but thee." 8187|If you can be bright, 8187|And I the young knight, 8187|I'll dimly glance at you, 8187|But I will wear your form, 8187|And think, "We've no chief but you." 8187|If you can be sad, 8187|And I the young knight, 8187|I'll dimly glance at you, 8187|But I will wear your form, 8187|And think, "She loves thee, dearest one, but thee." 8187|If you can be merry, 8187|At morn and at eve, 8187|And all for a time, 8187|And just once more will dance, 8187|With the lolling lark, 8187|For the course of the week, 8187|And the time will be short, 8187|And not long will be then, 8187|With the young lark, 8187|And the time will be short, 8187|And not long will be then, 8187|And not long will be then, 8187|And not long will be then, 8187|With the young lark, 8187|And the time will be short, 8187|And not long will be then, 8187|And not long will be then, 8187|As it never was then, 8187|And not long will be then, 8187|And not long will be then, 8187|With the young lark, 8187|And the time will be short, 8187|And not long will be then, 8187|And not long will be then, 8187|And not long will be then, 8187|"There's joy in the morn; 8187|There's joy in the noon, 8187|There's joy in the noon, 8187|And delight in the noon 8187|"There's life in the night; 8187|There's joy in the night, 8187|But delight 8187|In the morn, 8187|And to-morrow may light 8187|"There's joy in the sun, 8187|There's joy in the noon; 8187|There's joy in the noon 8187|"There's joy in the noon, 8187|But delight 8187|In the night, 8187|No delight 8187|In the day, 8187|"There's joy in the night, 8187|The delight 8187|Of the daytime is blight, 8187|And to-morrow may light 8187|"The whole world awhile; 8187|There's joy in this smile 8187|"And to-night 8187|"There's joy in these hours, 8187|And to-night 8187|"She'll be mine, 8187|"She'll be mine, 8187|"And then I'm away." 8187|There's a young, sunny boy, who looks back upon his youngest; 8187|Young, light-footed, and a most educated boy: 8187|He says to him: "Come on, and we'll go together." 8187|So they went, through the woods, and took their pleasure together. 8187|He heard the elder say thus: "I'm going there, I fancy. 8187|And I will meet you, Love! in some far distant land." 8187|But, lo! the elder, holding his book and smiling, saith: 8187|"I know that at my castle-door I am the Prince of Air!" 8187|"O Love!" he saith; "I will not leave thee ere we part; 8187|I am the Prince of Air, and you the Prince of Air!" 8187|So he came on the castle-door, and stood before him, ======================================== SAMPLE 634 ======================================== again: 2621|This lady hath a noble knight 2621|And a lady clothed in white; 2621|And her hair is bright and long, 2621|And she kisses when she dights 2621|The knight with her sunny eyes. 2621|He kisses her mouth so red, 2621|And she kisses when he doth, 2621|And she will not let him wed, 2621|For another of his brothers two; 2621|Another, and another, too, 2621|That is worthy of her knight. 2621|This lady is the meed 2621|Of all Christian royalty; 2621|She hath taken her daughter's life 2621|With such love as shall not die, 2621|And she will not let thee lie. 2621|This lady is the knight 2621|Of Christ's faith, to whom she gives 2621|Her white hand, and who doth fight, 2621|And who doeth all things well. 2621|This lady is the knight 2621|Of Christ's love, to whom she gives 2621|Her body and doth give 2621|For a little while her kiss, 2621|And a little while her bliss. 2621|This lady is the knight 2621|Of Christ's belief, to whom she gives 2621|Her heart and soul, and who doeth right 2621|To do the thing which he hath willed. 2621|This lady is the knight 2621|Of Christ's faith, to whom she hath kept 2621|His body, and hath knelt down in death, 2621|And hath borne his death-bed withal, 2621|And the good love that lieth with him all, 2621|And all the blessedness of bliss. 2621|The old knight and the young 2621|Were both here and there at this time, 2621|In the goodly court of Rome. 2621|Now that the hour is come 2621|To part again, the two are bound 2621|Led by the hand of God. 2621|And the angelic music sound 2621|The angelic cry of peace! 2621|Now that these two are girt 2621|In arms and chariot, 2621|To the right now, now to the left-- 2621|As 'tis done for the Lily. 2621|This is the host of heaven 2621|Who, since this world began, 2621|Since these have sinned no more 2621|With their sins and their sin: 2621|Here is the sign for them, 2621|This, when the truce is broken, 2621|The battle-song, "Rejoice!" 2621|That the red wine which cheers 2621|The hearts of the dying 2621|Be red where they are lying. 2621|Here be they who have sinned not, 2621|The saints who have loved not, 2621|Whose sinning with laughter 2621|Has touched them with awe-struck. 2621|Here be they who have loved not, 2621|Whose eyes beheld not, 2621|Whose spirits with cold 2621|Shed hate and despise not. 2621|But we, who were brothers, 2621|And knew not the world, 2621|Now live in the nun's virgins, 2621|And count our sins past naming. 2621|Who here abides not, 2621|Who here abides not, 2621|To the deep-feathered choir 2621|When music most sweet 2621|In the spheres shall come right up on earth, 2621|And bear our breath with him who trod 2621|All these long after. 2621|But we, we know not 2621|Our worth, cannot claim him; 2621|He is just as a lover 2621|Without an enemy, 2621|When he goes to bliss or woe: 2621|Where he stands must choose. 2621|A thousand tongues, a thousand hands, 2621|A thousand voices, beat to hear 2621|His single thought and all the bands 2621|Dispense his hopes, his hopes of cheer. 2621|He whispers in our ears no word 2621|Save his own breath, no longer heard; 2621|How could we bear that thought in vain?-- 2621|Who stand so still, who ======================================== SAMPLE 635 ======================================== to a lonely grave. 12242|And I, who am no more on earth, 12242|Looked to Heaven and smiled. 12242|My God, this flesh is nothing worth,-- 12242|Save that the thing was clear: 12242|My God, He has no other birth, 12242|To do His holy task,-- 12242|To use His own creating mind 12242|Is all that toil may ask. 12242|I rest within my Heavenly home; 12242|And, at the tender thought 12242|Of those who, waiting for their King, 12242|Would fain be there to feed, 12242|I am prepared to range and roam 12242|This Universe for man, 12242|And have (to Him I dedicate 12242|My choicest model plan), 12242|My Life, its joy and primal Pain, 12242|A checkered House of Men, which still 12242|The human will 12242|Is but a wandering wound of love: 12242|And Peace, with these, is but the key 12242|To Heaven of rest which He 12242|Right seldom hath, and yet can be; 12242|And Joy, that turns to gladness, He 12242|Is far from this, and is the cause 12242|Why He is glad. 12242|Not mine,--no soul more blest 12242|Attends with such complete fruition, 12242|Whose vision is, where'er it is, 12242|An Eden in the heavenly sphere, 12242|With wavy wreath, and coronal, 12242|A joy surpassing earthly glory-- 12242|A joy akin to all the splendor 12242|Of Eden where men once were kings, 12242|And, all immortal things to earth, 12242|Have such a Paradise of love 12242|That only heaven itself can enter 12242|And love's rejoice. 12242|I am no longer the consummate 12242|Of my own sphere of glory; 12242|I am prepared to range and enter 12242|No more mine own expanse of light. 12242|No more to sound and to be seen 12242|In any starry sphere of glory; 12242|But here to me there is a light 12242|Which is divinity of beauty; 12242|And as to worth a joy is gilded, 12242|And as to worth a rapture is proved. 12242|I am no longer the consummate 12242|Of my own radiant morning-sky; 12242|But like the sun, and like the light 12242|A passionate fervor heated me, 12242|A passionate fervor heated me, 12242|A passionate fervor burning me, 12242|Which keeps my heart from growing free. 12242|I am no longer the consummate 12242|Of my own radiant morning-sky; 12242|But like the sun, and like the light 12242|A splendid purl of dross at night. 12242|I am no longer the consummate 12242|Of my own radiant morning-sky; 12242|But like the sun, and like the light 12242|A passionate fervor heated me, 12242|Which keeps my heart from growing free. 12242|Heaven lies about me; let me lie 12242|Shut up in darkness all the night! 12242|I am no longer the consummate 12242|Of my own radiant morning-sky; 12242|But like a flame, and like a breath, 12242|A sacred flake of incense-smoke, 12242|A prayer devout, that never tires; 12242|And like the sun, and like the light 12242|A beautiful desire of good, 12242|Which even a bad soul must admire; 12242|Faith with a tenfold lamp endued 12242|And scorched by all that passion's fire, 12242|Faith in the world, which works unseen 12242|To satisfy her thirst for heavenly love, 12242|And which if hearkening to her voice, 12242|Must needs conceive, on blasphemy of choice, 12242|Some doom of evil in the world below; 12242|A curse of hungry lust for blood poured out 12242|On every side, on every heart devout, 12242|While prayers to heaven for the loved one's sake were all. 12242|Love, in despair ======================================== SAMPLE 636 ======================================== ? 1365|The people are like unto the most of us. 1365|We have seen and we know it, but I see no trace 1365|In any other glass the dark and ominous 1365|Vastness that we have seen. 1365|The sun is setting behind the eastern hills, 1365|Slowly the days return. Let us turn back, 1365|And look upon our own fair earth once more. 1365|What can be true is but to be false and untrue; 1365|The crowd is like to flowers that are in flower, 1365|The laughter-fires are light and the songs are sweet 1365|That lovers sing. 1365|I am not lost 1365|In hours of sorrow! I am not an exile now. 1365|I am a pilgrim grown upon my way 1365|From a far country. Each familiar hour 1365|That marks my footsteps now is as a wind 1365|Sweeter than lilies. 1365|My name is Francesco. Let me pass 1365|While life is sweetest. The great sun 1365|Is on this journey. 1365|He will come 1365|Again. The day is bright. O let me pass 1365|Without a moment's pause! I cannot say 1365|How sad and full your hours. It is too late 1365|For me to linger in this lonely way. 1365|He is come home again. 1365|I leave thee to my care. I am not rent 1365|Of joy. To-morrow if I make thy choice 1365|I shall not find another, but myself 1365|Shall find Francesco. 1365|My life is a poor song, 1365|An idle little song of old. 1365|The wind is still, 1365|The night is drear, 1365|The place is always empty, 1365|A sky of black 1365|Clouds and clouds are on it, 1365|Only the wind is sighing; 1365|Only the wind that whistles 1365|In a silver voice 1365|Sings only one sad word 1365|That is like the voice 1365|Of a lonely lake. 1365|In my heart it is a song 1365|That the nightingale sings. 1365|No one is afraid of night. 1365|The black-bird is afraid of flowers. 1365|It is a foolish thing to play with, 1365|But it is a foolish song. 1365|And now no one is afraid of things, 1365|All the children are asleep. 1365|Wrap them in their blankets, 1365|They are naked, naked, 1365|In their innocent nakedness. 1365|They have no clothes. 1365|The wind is not so angry 1365|Without its warm caresses, 1365|And the poor folk flutter 1365|In their distress. 1365|They are no longer poor. 1365|They have their garments torn away. 1365|And when they come to the edge of the woods, 1365|To the tender-leaved laurels, 1365|They are very still. 1365|They have no breezes, 1365|No roses, no trumps, 1365|But they feel so strangely 1365|That they scarcely feel the air. 1365|And the wind of the woods presses them, 1365|And makes a noise that sets them dancing. 1365|It is not strange that they go wandering 1365|In the lanes and out of the woods. 1365|They talk, and it is not hard to say 1365|What they say, for very freshness. 1365|They have no purses, 1365|They are worn with the travelling feet. 1365|And the wind is still, 1365|The forest sleeps in the dusk. 1365|They call out, it is not hard to say. 1365|The leaves to the other side are dim, 1365|The sunlight passes through the thicket, 1365|The stars in the dark are still. 1365|They do not know 1365|What they do not know, 1365|And the wind is still. 1365|It is not hard to say. 1365|They have no breezes, 1365|They are naked, ======================================== SAMPLE 637 ======================================== |And let me drink this glass of beer, 38839|And sing his pretty melodies, 38839|With hand upon the silver sheet, 38839|And fling the diamond in his hair. 38839|So let me live and let me die, 38839|And let me die, and let me lie 38839|Under a marble, cold and blue. 38839|A flute-voice sounds, 38839|A trumpet sings; 38839|A troop of ladies from the land advance, 38839|And from afar, and from the fountain-land, 38839|The sounds of which the brook did make 38839|Follow a fair and wondrous sight 38839|As, rising from its grassy bed, 38839|The birds and butterflies take flight. 38839|It is the time of flowers to bloom, 38839|The time of love to linger long; 38839|The time of order to repose, 38839|When pleasant thoughts are satisfied 38839|Upon the hours of rest, 38839|And thoughts of heaven come back again, 38839|And memories upon pain. 38839|The time of friendship to depart 38839|Sings peace and joy to younger hearts; 38839|The time of friendship to each heart 38839|Is full of friendship, full of arts. 38839|When I look far into the light 38839|Where burns the starry firmament, 38839|Sudden I see stern Here's stars-- 38839|A quiet room, a fragrant room, 38839|Enclosed with book, and mystic ring, 38839|With latticed window high and wide, 38839|Bereft of all the dothings ring, 38839|And there all day long dreams repeat 38839|O'er cities built of antique mold, 38839|And kingdoms wrought of silk and gold. 38839|I see them dancing to the sound 38839|And silent passers as they pass, 38839|And looking far into the night, 38839|Like stars that change and never are, 38839|Hear the resoundings of the brook 38839|As it goes merrily and slow, 38839|With the faint music of the wind 38839|And the soft drip of rain on cheek, 38839|And the unweeting hush of dreams, 38839|And the low trickling of the streams. 38839|But the night cometh as before, 38839|With flutter of fluttering wings, 38839|And fluttering music as of wings, 38839|And laughter, and love, and the sound of bells. 38839|I love my sister fair; 38839|Her hair cometh 38839|Like sea-flowers, and her body is 38839|A sea-flower strange and sweet. 38839|She loveth me no more 38839|Than a man may; 38839|Her heart is an ocean-flower, 38839|Whose blown petals burn 38839|Only by a single kiss, 38839|And dead with white death is her mouth. 38839|And her eyes are as sea-flowers, 38839|Whose foam is 38839|The lea-lilies of memory; 38839|Their passionate petals burn 38839|Only by a single kiss, 38839|Only by a single kiss. 38839|The flowers I love 38839|Are beautiful to me. 38839|Their songs have a strange charm 38839|Whose sweetness suffereth me; 38839|The flowers of love and longing 38839|Bring they more divaner bliss, 38839|With the deep sense of their presence, 38839|Than mere weeds of life and thought. 38839|There is a land where the white clouds are 38839|Like a spirit of beauty that smiles at the sun; 38839|Where the rivers are slim, and the birds are as one, 38839|And the air is a spirit of music divine, 38839|Whose sweetness is deathless, and sorrows as vain. 38839|There is a land where the spirit of air, 38839|In a trance that is holy, is dying like tears, 38839|That mingle together ineffably, and appears, 38839|And die with the winds of eternity. 38839|I hear the bells of the City of Death. 38839|Hark, how it wails in her sleep! 38839 ======================================== SAMPLE 638 ======================================== upon his eyes: 1383|He sees a strange light through the window-blind, 1383|A shape as of some demon's hand. 1383|They read it there, but scarce could understand 1383|Who wrote the name upon the sand! 1383|The same who gave the grandam's gown the wind 1383|That whirled her white ash-coloured hair? 1383|The same who taught the village maids their vow? 1383|The same who taught the lovers there? 1383|O, these are the lovers of lovers true 1383|Who left their hearts with glee to pray. 1383|These are the women false who sold their vow! 1383|Yet the story does not die! 1383|It runs like an eel's water through the brain, 1383|Like a flying bubble blown across the foam, 1383|And it comes back to the mother who had come 1383|From the sea-rim, in the flesh; 1383|It runs like a running thread through the bone, 1383|And it follows after with such rapid steps, 1383|And follows with such rapid steps, 1383|And follows with such rapid steps, 1383|That she is lost amid so clamorous crowds, 1383|And lost amid so clamorous sounds. 1383|It's a mad flight over the sea; 1383|See, it's a swound! 1383|It's a dead night in Holyrood, 1383|And the light is gone! 1383|But O the fire's up and come down! 1383|Will the flames outshape? 1383|The grave's a quiet place, 1383|Yet still the one you'll find, 1383|And the one you'll find. 1383|It's a mighty crack in the stove, 1383|And the wind has died! 1383|It's a night of pitch and gloom; 1383|It's a wild, last fight! 1383|While a wail comes rattling past, 1383|Or a big fire roars, 1383|We'll bury the ground, and trust you have done with the fires! 1383|But O the fire's up, and come down! 1383|See, it's a crack! 1383|There's a dead night in Holyrood, 1383|And the light shall not die, 1383|But you'll find it a graveyard, not bad in the dark! 1383|In Scripture plain and plain, 1383|With the heart and with soul, 1383|We know that the Holy One deigned, 1383|To be the first of a host 1383|To battle on the coast, 1383|In the days of old renown, 1383|To be a mighty host 1383|To battle on the ground 1383|In the days when the mountains gave birth to the earth! 1383|But the Lord of Life has trod, 1383|Shall he not take his own 1383|To be a mighty leader 1383|To fight the battle on the land? 1383|From the days of old renown 1383|He hath made His world grow dark; 1383|Shall He not take the field 1383|For the good of the brave who fight? 1383|He shall take the battle on the plain! 1383|What though the spirit fails 1383|To lift the dust of strife, 1383|Shall then the noble soul 1383|And the mighty frame make life? 1383|Strike, then, strike, England! 1383|Who would not give the best of life 1383|For a helmet or a crown? 1383|Who cast a shade o'ercome 1383|When they come to claim us down? 1383|Shall we then be overcome? 1383|No more, no more 1383|The glory shall be thine, 1383|The might we wield forevermore. 1383|Thy sword, thou canst not fail 1383|To bring our victory to an end, 1383|Thy glorious word 1383|Shall be a dirge for England's friend. 1383|No more! 1383|No more, no more 1383|Here in the wind 1383|Frontino of Spain's crimson sail. 1383|No more for us 1383|England's tears and laces! 1383|'Tis a new banner ======================================== SAMPLE 639 ======================================== |Than all the gifts that earth and ocean claim, 9580|Like sunshine and the shadow of a name. 9580|In that dear mansion where the soul is fed, 9580|Where all the common cares of life are o'er, 9580|Where the bright essence walks a smiling maid, 9580|I see a maiden, who by love is more, 9580|More fair than love, who wears upon her head 9580|The crown of immortality. 9580|Her lofty spirit, though it may not rest 9580|With all the world; a soul which o'ersweeds every grief, 9580|But may awake at once to sing and rejoice, 9580|To float above the gloom where sorrow hath need. 9580|So hath she passed from earth, and left a name 9580|On every tongue, in every gentle heart, 9580|That will not let the trembling tear which came 9580|Fresh from her eyelash fall again to start. 9580|There shall we meet, and she shall come again; 9580|But, ah! that heart which throbbed with love so true, 9580|In vain hath waited; the long night is past, 9580|And we are met again, alas! no more. 9580|There is a lonely lake, 9580|That sleeps in summer heat, 9580|And the winds are only awake 9580|By the snow-clad wolds of the street. 9580|Oh, how the breeze is playing 9580|In those dim and icy caves, 9580|That are black as summer's morning, 9580|And the snow-flakes fall and rave! 9580|Where the stream-bed gleams like lawns-- 9580|Where the pine-trees stoop like lawns-- 9580|And the white rivulets rise-- 9580|Where the sun-gleams are a-stream, 9580|And the sandpiper, like snow, 9580|Lights his pathway to the sea-- 9580|Wondrously lovely lake! 9580|Where the stars are, like angels, 9580|All adorning the blue sky, 9580|And the earth lies also sleeping 9580|All around with the golden hue 9580|Of the twilight star-lit blue; 9580|Where the clouds of the summer time 9580|Silvers the heathery hills; 9580|And the moonlight flashes along, 9580|Warming the loveliest flowers, 9580|To a spirit that moves along 9580|In the homes of the wilderness stills. 9580|Oh, fair are the lakes of the river, 9580|And lovely the sylvan scenes; 9580|The cattle are grazing with hunger, 9580|The reaper is spoiling his nets. 9580|The woods grow darker and denser, 9580|And the shadows are deep on the ground, 9580|And the night-wind is soft and chilly 9580|With the breath of the morning air. 9580|There are streams which are sometimes troubled 9580|By the current of some strong stream, 9580|And the pine-trees look scarlike crimson, 9580|Like the death which is bringing relief. 9580|There are rocks which are sometimes troubled, 9580|Where the storm-bathed crags of rock 9580|Are cut deep in the forest's cavern 9580|And which the anthems begin to 'whelm. 9580|But the waters, and all the fountains 9580|In the beautiful sweet river of death! 9580|There are streams which are always current 9580|With the quiet flow of the river of life, 9580|Where the stars are the sun is never 9580|Without making his light to shine; 9580|And these are the homes of the spirit, 9580|When a power and a will divine. 9580|There are the mountains, and they are ever, 9580|With their wind on the wings of the dove 9580|And the shadow on them that vanish 9580|Like the flecks of the summer in the sky. 9580|And the beautiful hills of the river 9580|Are beckoning me onward to you; 9580|And the beautiful valleys of death 9580|Are beckoning me onward to you. 9580|The streamlet that weeps on the mountain's side 9580|No longer wanders to ======================================== SAMPLE 640 ======================================== . 3545|This I am sure, when by your side we part, 3545|I shall be much the other side with you. 3545|"What?--that old grey-beard, like a beast in law, 3545|May stand your friend to-day, and be your shield. 3545|His soul will have, and what it will you choose, 3545|And he will have me, if but yesternight 3545|I bid him home. This will I let him see. 3545|Away!" She sighed. But, as he turned away, 3545|Old Mona, she there at her husband's side, 3545|Kissed by his hand, and in sweet words, which told 3545|A hundred tender thoughts, leapt on him bold, 3545|Held out a space; then o'er the window stared 3545|A lovely maid, with laughing eyes and cheeks, 3545|Which seemed prepared to part them as she stroked 3545|The white veil of her soft, brown, rosy beard, 3545|And stole forth all the sunny hair she mused. 3545|The next, behold! The maidens danced with mirth; 3545|But soon the third, upon her elbow low, 3545|Bowed o'er his head, and sought the blacksmith's home; 3545|The fifth remained, with nuts and rafters packed 3545|And casks of cordage round the ring there whirled. 3545|The seventh,--he saw her slender bobbler dress 3545|A basketful of bric-leaves, which was old, 3545|And worn by men to drudge, as though by fate. 3545|But, soon he took her hand and waved his crown, 3545|Shook off her satin, and put out his hand. 3545|The fifth, he felt the pressure of his hands, 3545|And saw her, who had suffered many a pain, 3545|Stretched crosswise in her lap, and wrapped her warm, 3545|And wrapped her all in order as he would. 3545|A little distance from the ring he stopped, 3545|And said (the witch's finger scorched the bowl) 3545|"I'll make thee happy when the witch drops down 3545|Her blear-teaked and her little silver crown." 3545|The seventh, he sat beside the witch's head, 3545|And read the story with a sigh or two, 3545|And whispered in his ear,--"I am so glad.-- 3545|So glad, so gay,--and with so happy a smile!"-- 3545|And so, to join his thoughts, he told his tale. 3545|"I have a daughter," said he, "whom I call 3545|By name, but not by name. I love her well. 3545|Her hand she draws, but never once hath pressed, 3545|And on her cheeks is blushing as she sits; 3545|Her beauty thrills my heart through all my days, 3545|My tears run down her face, their glory runs. 3545|I would not have her happy though I die 3545|Ere this one night a suit of wampum vails. 3545|She loves me still, though all the world knows well 3545|Her mood, though all the house her eyes pursue, 3545|And the fair maiden, though her form be fair, 3545|Are not her friends, and I would love her too. 3545|"And she, poor woman! when she's pained and cained 3545|Holds us, she cares not to have us die; 3545|And when 'tis finished, it gives us to rot, 3545|The flesh, the bone, the spirit of lust and sin, 3545|And she is left her name and ashes in; 3545|And thou must know the fulness of my wit 3545|Is passed, for all her faded greatness's sake, 3545|And every line, and still the line must last. 3545|And this is all I have to say, in brief,-- 3545|'My love must be'--and will not make thee sad. 3545|'But why should the child, God bless him, be so young! 3545|There was a bird sat on a stone and sang 3545|So clear and sweet, it scarce needs looking ======================================== SAMPLE 641 ======================================== , I’ll go to the kirk wi’ me. 39198|There first I met a noble lad, 39198|His face as big as the Queen; 39198|The kindest man has ever had 39198|Twa morning heads in his een. 39198|But mony strange things had befall’n 39198|In the kirk wi’ him I trow, 39198|And for a while he has stood at gaze, 39198|And I’ve seen him aye go wy. 39198|To tell the truth, sud he, the lad, 39198|I fear I’m lurkin’d to tell; 39198|Says,—Fugie confidingly—“Bless 39198|The lad that hangs on the bell.” 39198|The auld kirk-door it was thrown up, 39198|And fornent the farmer’s door; 39198|The auld kirk-door again he lock’d, 39198|And saftly he gave some more. 39198|T’owd lad that hangs about the door, 39198|He cant’ Robin, come al fin, 39198|Says--God be merciful to man, 39198|And saftly he gave to me. 39198|Then spak the lad, says he, says he, 39198|“Fare thee well, and dinna fail, 39198|If I may ever again try to get 39198|The merry fun wi’ the gert folk at the bell; 39198|The merry fun that’s run in an’ crawl 39198|Is done an’ done, an’ then let me tell 39198|The form o’ the bonny new ball. 39198|The bonny green cover it changes, 39198|And a fife may wag our arm, 39198|An’ a bugle may rattle fra Midsummer’s dahn, 39198|An’ a bulfet buss is near the charm. 39198|Come bumpers! come bumpers, boys, along! 39198|I’ve seen the brak wi’ an eelier song, 39198|And the bonny green cover it changes, 39198|And the fair it wears one another. 39198|Wi’ a bonny new ball to her bosom! 39198|Goes to his mother at skaith; 39198|Then lowse the cradle at scaith. 39198|He’s now a poor christened chicken, 39198|He’s now a poor christené; 39198|Then freely he wishes to catch a hap, 39198|An’ to fin the bonny new pan. 39198|The mother she gies him both pennies, 39198|An’ to keep him fra being hissels, 39198|Wi’ kindness sna bound on her bosom, 39198|For sic a blessing it wurkens. 39198|Then Mary says, “What kind o’mane, 39198|If this be o’ genteel worth, 39198|May haply gat angels wi’ angels, 39198|If this be good or ill worth. 39198|He is deceiv’d by them that’ll say me nay, 39198|He is deceiv’d by them that’ll say me nay, 39198|Bethink thee, Mary.” 39198|Then Mary knell’d on her breast, 39198|An’ hid her bonny ee; 39198|’Till her little lippen said 39198|‘Thy nest on a tree. 39198|An’ he gat wi’ me fra his bed, 39198|To keep him fra sleeping; 39198|An’ I slumber’d near his een, 39198|An’ I slum’d an’ I slum’d, 39198|At’s wur prick’d wiv a crockanee, 39198|An’ it happen’d I sairly did it. 39198|“Wen sall the eggs he gav, 39198|The aipples he made, 39 ======================================== SAMPLE 642 ======================================== |And from their lips no word was heard: 24869|“The Gods and fiends have talked in vain,” 24869|Thus Rávaṇ spoke in ancient strain. 24869|Then Triśirás, whose arms outshine 24869|The Gods’ celestial shield, began 24869|A thousand bulls around him twine, 24869|And on the grass pour purple down, 24869|And many a tiger fierce and bold. 24869|But when the monster sees him rise 24869|From the huge earth, with mighty cries 24869|With voice and mien terrific, he 24869|With ready sense his speech applies. 24869|Then round the mighty man he paced, 24869|And on the ground his mace he placed, 24869|And cried aloud, “Let Raghu’s son 24869|With Sítá lead the fight this day.” 24869|He stood before the saint that saw 24869|The hero, and he spoke these words 24869|To that great minister who kept 24869|His watch and utmost vigil near: 24869|“Ráma and Lakshmaṇ, prince, and all 24869|Your ministers, dear friends recall. 24869|To Ráma, through the forest through 24869|The forest, all your search will do.” 24869|He spoke, and, with a chosen band 24869|Of friends who followed in his train, 24869|With head uncovered, reverent hand 24869|To Ráma bent, in friendship’s train. 24869|Then, ordered by his high command, 24869|He brought within that fair abode 24869|The charger which the charioteer(339) 24869|Of Daśaratha had decreed, 24869|The honour of that sovereign, swayed 24869|By his supreme delight, to bear 24869|Vibhítá in his royal seat; 24869|Then, pressing onward through the crowd, 24869|He bade his ministers prepare 24869|The litter of the royal steed, 24869|Wherein a tiger’s skin they spread:— 24869|“Where thou, my lord, thy steps delay.” 24869|Then, as his awful scourge he bade, 24869|With eyes directed to the shade, 24869|The saint began his humbled cry: 24869|“Let Ráma sail in woods to spy: 24869|Be as the lion’s quarry, die. 24869|To Ráma’s ear my counsel lend, 24869|And I will lead him in the end.” 24869|Sugríva heard and well he spoke, 24869|And quick the tidings quick woke. 24869|Within the town the hero sped 24869|As to the place his flight he fed. 24869|The car was sunk, the people gone, 24869|That queen and audience all were known. 24869|The prince, when Ráma came, the crowd 24869|Of citizens and captains bowed, 24869|And the great general looked on high 24869|And thus his counsel further spake: 24869|“What is the fate of Sítá? she, 24869|Youth, Daśaratha’s daughter, she.” 24869|Then Daśaratha, skilled to know 24869|The counsel of his breast and foe, 24869|With every varied thought that flies 24869|Him and his heart to gratify, 24869|With willing prayer, the prince replied: 24869|“See, brother, this thy path divide. 24869|Thy brother, great in penance high, 24869|Thy feet upon the ground shall lie. 24869|The robber, when he shakes his hair, 24869|Shall come to meet thy jeopardy, 24869|No way which great Kinsha can 24869|Lies open to the robber’s power.” 24869|He ceased: then, through the airy crowd, 24869|With flying shafts again he sped. 24869|He saw the car, in shape as fair, 24869|And then with voice of thunder shook: 24869|“Who art thou, and from whom? is none 24869|In all the mighty host has run, ======================================== SAMPLE 643 ======================================== , and that other one, 1008|That forth from Schachers to Schachers did come in, 1008|Because he was the master of the house, 1008|Where he of love might learn the ford to ply; 1008|And, where the gate was, wander where it led. 1008|Ne'er rode that lordless cavalier on foot, 1008|Whene'er he knew the place, so dark an o'er 1008|And scant of light, when, as he meagre came, 1008|He had a hundred wretches in his pack. 1008|Thus go they over through the infernal pit, 1008|And others passing through, who make burghs short, 1008|Twenty of breadth their side size to clasp; 1008|And there the women, clearing from the grates 1008|Their bearded bones, make beautiful apace. 1008|Thus go they over through the infernal pit, 1008|And others passing through, turn unto them. 1008|When they before the bridge-way shall have seen 1008|The castle of the blessed hypocrites, 1008|What time the benediction had been paid 1008|By the good host, whose prayers and blessings thinn'd 1008|By their fell sins were too much alter'd, made 1008|Now in their fall, no more to be sustain'd 1008|By them than by their brethren, or their sons. 1008|Thus Turpin, when he saw the bridge's fall 1008|Sink under ground, yet rightly was he fill'd; 1008|And thus descending, on the sinners met 1008|He with his glaive and with his good host spake. 1008|Sordello and the ye, who by the hair 1008|Are of one mind, are purposing to flight, 1008|The one to keep watch, and the other to ford, 1008|Because they see not, and the tower not strong, 1008|Withhold not who hath caught the time and place 1008|When foragers should be in wedlock's ken. 1008|There is not in the world a gladsome vale, 1008|That with good swine more rapidly shall turn 1008|The human race unto the kindly flame. 1008|A maid of thine came from Eleusis, this 1008|Or ever yet was bird ofenchanted, 1008|Who with thy voice did make those piteous moan. 1008|I've yet remain'd like to a single sound, 1008|Because that said which all the sounds did breathe, 1008|Because the sight that was inebriate 1008|Did hope to hush that in my gentle breast 1008|Thou didst me comfort in the sight of him. 1008|But if our forward going be denied, 1008|Or if that we are forc'd to look behind, 1008|Thou, O my father! who wast in the world 1008|To me so friendly, that as forced to fly, 1008|I envy not myself the height of all 1008|The mount I had to fill; for in good so 1008|It hap on me, in this abundant earth 1008|One can but give what is of him and thee. 1008|But since the day, at which I first was taken, 1008|I have been Pantagru was absent, whom 1008|Thou know'st not, nor by any hidden way 1008|Would I have found; but, son, already risen 1008|Above the threshold of my ill fast days, 1008|I was a rafter on the cliff, that sent'st 1008|A voice, that made my halting feet perceive 1008|Shadows as sudden, and as dread as those, 1008|Which a death's-follow not. Had I the power 1008|To guide my superstition, what then not 1008|Was I but quell'd, what time my fellow mount 1008|The universal cry, 'Alas!' and miss 1008|The cause whereof I accuse thee, and drift 1008|With it to where thou didst the hair revolt.' 1008|What I did then to thee of him thou seest, 1008|Is thine; without fault, but within this point 1008|And in the other punisht manse, as that 1008|The soul, which wake ======================================== SAMPLE 644 ======================================== _, a small volume of poems by the Duke of Wharton. The 43271|_Contra suos amicissimus anglaem._ "Yet I have found no trace of 43271|distinct guilt is conscious." The _Aquarius Apulique_, Book III, 43271|"Saepe est hocancia, qui sabe me poeta, et in litore nescias 43271|lapsae Bruiscei, si digna sabe tota gerendas." 43271|And again, 43271|"By the same affection which, by Lucrece, we set up in our own 43271|house, our first literary attempts to recall the idea, stands 43271|"Oh, ne yet in vain our ardent love-sick fancies charm, 43271|The gentle fair one! and the gentle, hapless Lucrece! 43271|By thy own tears we learn from her to love, and from her to 43271|love thee, 43271|But if ever she left us, they are in some other way interesting; 43271|the idea is not in the entire. 43271|By all our means we see our power against our will in woman to 43271|by the common means of woman. 43271|We live in the life, not the day, which began with such a period, 43271|By all the ties that bind us to the heart, are we impassioned; 43271|Freed from the chain which confines us to ourselves, ourselves we 43271|Go where we will, we too am fettered in the chains of this 43271|surrounding traffic.' 43271|distinctness, and the united impulse of his heart. 43271|There is no reason why I am now unable to doubt that 'no 43271|cancelled' is more than that 'no' and 'no' in the sense of 43271|the being, and then that it is that 'no' in the sense of 43271|perspicuity. 43271|"In short, my lord, we have a good chance for seeing the individual 43271|He is not at first sure what is meant, which is a certain 43271|The interest in the case in poetry is great, if it be not the 43271|"The first and the best we find, which is perhaps the more natural 43271|"But the poet afterwards intends to show how man can be 43271|characteristic, and that the feeling of the heart is that is 43271|the language of what he calls human nature; so that in many 43271|words only, the feeling of the feeling applies so much force to 43271|"Man is not born for nothing, but he must both die for nothing--the 43271|living--and something at a time so painful that the feeling is 43271|earthly, and something human that has no existence in aught, 43271|"Then the man who is without the power to tell his own case, and 43271|which is in man's case, that is conscious of the fitness for 43271|mankind, and which is at the mercy of the man, is certainly worth 43271|nothing but a villain." 43271|The following sorts of poetry, under which man is slave enough 43271|to think of, is because it is a proper thing to try upon. Yet 43271|the interest of the author is sufficient exercise of the poem to 43271|mankind. 43271|O how sad, the fate of the poet, and these all the evils of life, 43271|And the manifold horrors that wait upon his life--but the 43271|pleasurable evils, the pains, the sorrowful, the sorrowful, I 43271|seem almost endless and irretrievably dreary! The present Ode 43271|"Man is master of himself, and he will not take his pleasure in 43271|"He who is without a pain, 43271|Himself is his care, 43271|That man is his joy, 43271|That man is his care." 43271|"For shame, O, shame to men that toy! 43271|Man is the thing that nurtures thought, 43271|And death is the end." 43271|"What if I were not some great king, 43271|Whom nations perishes, who cares for me; 43271|Who mourn for his only son, 43271|I would not have them mourn." 43271|Till all ======================================== SAMPLE 645 ======================================== |And the soft winds play 34237|With a soft mastery. 34237|In the deeps of the soul, 34237|With the spirit opprest, 34237|How quiet and still! 34237|There was no sleeping place 34237|But was gently prest 34237|To slumber and rest;-- 34237|While the birds on the branches sang 34237|In a soft, mellow rain, 34237|The winds lay sweet in the blossoms there, 34237|And the earth with a dream-- 34237|'Mid the blossoms of summer and bloom, 34237|As it lay 'mid the blossoms of May 34237|With the freshness and perfume, 34237|Till Time had stripped all things away 34237|As the leaves lay cold-- 34237|Then the birds a soft strain forsook, 34237|And they sang again to the sunshine and dew, 34237|As it lay still-- 34237|Then it knew no resting place, 34237|But was softly bound to the blossoms' bound, 34237|And the sun and the dew 34237|Blew there as it lay 34237|In the deeps of the summer-time 34237|On the grassy mound; 34237|And an angel of fair living,-- 34237|Descended and sung 34237|A song in a measure sweet and clear 34237|From the bright heaven's choir, 34237|Bringing the world's great heart up to cheer 34237|With the sound of the lute-- 34237|Till he heard through the shadows of the night 34237|The voice of him whom those beautiful chords 34237|Thought to combine, 34237|To play in a joyous and tender strain 34237|With the soul of the twain. 34237|So he went up the golden-winged stairs, 34237|And with the twain, 34237|Leaned on the floor, and stole down the stair 34237|To the golden-winged inn, 34237|Where a host of guests, with a dame in thrall, 34237|Were dight with antique meat,-- 34237|Brought the rarer apple and brought from far 34237|To the table-glass, 34237|Then with a smile o'er the guest accompanied, 34237|He passed through the glowing side 34237|And took his stand by the flowing board 34237|In the wonderful board, 34237|While he drank from the cups from that magical hand 34237|With the wine of the land. 34237|And he said, "No man can scale the price 34237|Of this marvellous feast, 34237|In the sight of the wondering stranger-knight, 34237|In the mouth of the guest; 34237|For the sun by the wine-boughs hath shone on 34237|A host of merry days, 34237|And the shade of the morn, and the dew, by the stream 34237|Can never be quaffed." 34237|And he passed from the banquet chamber door 34237|Where he sat on his throne 34237|To the children of earth, and the sons of men 34237|And the mighty ones famed. 34237|Now, when they were gathered within the hall, 34237|When he sang of the fair, 34237|That he sang the song of the harp in tones 34237|As he passed from the air, 34237|A voice rang through all the concourse of hall 34237|From the hall to the stair; 34237|They were borne by a minstrel throng of harps, 34237|In the scale of his lay, 34237|Like the sound of a voice in a fairy fane 34237|By the wizard's own lay. 34237|Then he said, "O my children, listen, 34237|Whether asleep or awake, 34237|That your ears may hear, and your tongue may hear, 34237|As the music that makes!" 34237|And they answered, "Ere the music closes, 34237|And the spell of the spell hath broken, 34237|Sweet Sir Lofot, tell me, where repose 34237|Shall arise, when the feast is ended." 34237|At the hall the children prest 34237|As the harp rang out and spake; 34237|And ======================================== SAMPLE 646 ======================================== , 38549|Who may this mite haue peace within his hart, 38549|When she is plained to heate and to be tongte: 38549|But being so, he may his hart backe tyd. 38549|From these two ioyes. O tell me, wyld or hart, 38549|What is the cause of this offence thus borne? 38549|I dare not to make out: But where am I? 38549|This fault it is that hath it from me went, 38549|On that so oft hath my good hart quite spent. 38549|From hence I cannot, or if I should lyke, 38549|This case I can't heare, for ought I can keepe. 38549|Let me go hence, I can a lodging make, 38549|For I cannot endure it without pay 38549|To live and dye it, but I dare not ask 38549|That cause of this, but must it be this 38549|Or any other cause of griefe and care, 38549|That doth my hart to griefes most seeme to bear. 38549|If this be so, this comfort none, I say, 38549|Can cause me any griefe so much to stay. 38549|And as for comfort, it can come to-day 38549|That I shall finde a worse, ne're to say. 38549|O wretchednesse! O wretchednesse breest! 38549|The which thy hart, and his leafe, I desist: 38549|The firste of the occasions of thy hart, 38549|Be it kept with such flames as thou art, 38549|The second is yet full to foreshow, 38549|And now a third, the anguish it may riued: 38549|Now with the fatling of the enuied wood, 38549|And th'ancient tree of cherrie-bloated hart. 38549|O wretchednesse! O faultlesse sorrow! 38549|Which of thine hand and inward hande would stand 38549|Feeble abacke, but now so fain to stroue, 38549|The last piece of a pipe with thou to passe, 38549|And then thou haddest of my lips to giue, 38549|Which being now full blowne about my face, 38549|And made to thinke howe shamefast I abyde, 38549|I seem'd, yet not for pain, but forth I hyde. 38549|Now, loathed Melancholy, which is she 38549|Which never saw the sorowe of my face, 38549|Witnesse my minde, and maketh me afraine, 38549|Whilest I was fairer then the fyr 38549|Which Venus bad me, fairer then the vyle 38549|Which Venus bad me; and I loue her still. 38549|Nay, but my louer, which is now so fayre? 38549|Thou art so curious and so over-vayne: 38549|With so deere palfrey, wherfore wilt thou fayre? 38549|No palfre for to pleasure me in pere. 38549|What dost thou in my pittying? do thee pray, 38549|Or with the least kisse worser than I? 38549|And what dost thou so never see to marke, 38549|To marke my pittrez? lo, it is thy starre. 38549|Ah! my poore passion is alas, I dote, 38549|It was the firste, and is but newly got; 38549|For lo! my flames with so strong heat inspire, 38549|My reind[=e]ckt cheekes with the bloudie flame 38549|Of filthy cate which the Sun doth inspire 38549|And in the crimson melts his mistrisse hight, 38549|That then I feare the lightning doth not spare, 38549|Nor the ch[=e]el that with the bright Sun reherse, 38549|Nor the warm floures which the dark south windes, 38549|But my faire starres, as well as her fires, 38549|All that do live, all that liue best with me, 38549|They liue ======================================== SAMPLE 647 ======================================== . If we go against our foes, we shall never go. 26275|_Second Edition printed in the _National Gazette_, 26275|Well, let's be merry, cheerily chorus, 26275|For the world has no wish to hear it, 26275|And the world's prosperity prove it. 26275|The day is wearing to complete it, 26275|So let us eat it without quitting it. 26275|Though the meal we devour is not ready, 26275|Though it cost a pound twenty-seven, 26275|Let us take the cheer-full, cheer-full chorus, 26275|For the world has no wish to hear it. 26275|He sitteth down to his banquet, 26275|And falleth down to his savourie: 26275|No more he maketh his drink, 26275|For the world has no wish for his doing. 26275|When the mighty man's son appeareth, 26275|Provoking the world to be here, 26275|He draweth his breath for a year, 26275|And sendeth this prayer to his God, 26275|That his foes may receive them before 26275|The wrath of their King may no longer 26275|Their purpose allow for his coming 26275|To make him all good by their drinking. 26275|No longer we'd wait for the changes, 26275|And we would have hop'd through the strange weather, 26275|That we might be able to manage 26275|The big house of his state to stand steady: 26275|But so are we surely at war with, 26275|Who'll fight when the world shall decide whether 26275|To live when he doth--to befriend us? 26275|To be with the North and the South at! 26275|Our friends are asleep, and our wives have no dower; 26275|'Tis a pleasant, but cruel, and cruel hour; 26275|These shots in the night, and these shots in the day, 26275|Make something of fire from their lying, I say. 26275|Let the great, rough piece go see 26275|As it hurriedly flies, 26275|And the ball is so hit, 26275|That it hardly is hit, 26275|And the ball is so hit 26275|That it nearly is hit 26275|That it nearly is hit 26275|By the wary old chit, 26275|And the devil himself is the very same Ball. 26275|For when it is wanted to lift up our ball, 26275|I can't find a ball, 26275|For I know you're a match for an old red shot, 26275|And you're really content with your pockets full. 26275|The world will roll on, and we'll roll on, my pelf, 26275|And if we've to keep still when the game begins, 26275|We'll go to our homes in the crash of our guns, 26275|And never look out till the stars come forth. 26275|They will watch us all day, 26275|And they'll say: 26275|If 'tis ever the way 26275|We play, 26275|We play, 26275|And they'll say: 26275|We have it each day 26275|To keep it away, 26275|And we'll laugh if we see 26275|Any fine game of beer 26275|That we mean for a cheer, 26275|And they'll call us, "Come, boys, see, 26275|It's a fine game of beer." 26275|Then they'll all say: 26275|If 'tis merely a game 26275|Which they mean to employ-- 26275|For the game does not end, 26275|And the bell may go wrong, 26275|And they'll give us a song 26275|To keep time in the shout 26275|Of the soldiers that's come, 26275|And they will let us know 26275|What the game means to do-- 26275|That the heroes are true 26275|In robbing the spoils 26275|Of the fame that then flies 26275|And the fighting begins 26275|In the game of the cars-- 26275|As we mean to begin, 26275|Where we will not be able to win, 26275|But will try our luck at the last minute. 26275|_Sh ======================================== SAMPLE 648 ======================================== |When I behold the end of all my doubt, 1287|I'm not the only man it is 1287|It makes my heart so saugh and galled, 1287|I shall be like a leaf. 1287|My Lord (and it was good advice) 1287|Is like a meadow, broad, and fair, 1287|With blossoms for the banquet-table, 1287|And for the centre-dances there; 1287|For every day his head must fail, 1287|And every night must be an nail, 1287|Because so small his strength. 1287|And he must lie down out for aye, 1287|Sick, wretched, and forlorn, 1287|On costly shoes of red and white, 1287|To deck his misery! 1287|Then may we love him, passing by, 1287|And oh, may blessings all be by, 1287|In that sweet, dewy morning, when 1287|He seeks his pillow for his head, 1287|The curtains folded, and he's dead! 1287|But though his body's wrenched away, 1287|There's a fair realm within his brain, 1287|Where naught but sorrow takes its sway, 1287|And none but grief can dwell again; 1287|Where, to the anguish of his love, 1287|For dreams and death does right and wrong, 1287|A saintly men are ever near, 1287|Who has his wayward will. 1287|"Farewell to the green woodland!" 1287|A rustling through trees and the flowers, 1287|And many a bird on the topmast 1287|How brilliant! how lovely! 1287|And of course they had formed a nest 1287|Of rose, like the green wood; 1287|And they welcomed the sun with a smile, 1287|While their wings danc'd and they sank down 1287|Like pearls from the sky, 'neath the ground. 1287|But the moonlight shone brighter, 1287|And they thought of the heavens afar; 1287|The sky in its azure was blue, 1287|And the fields lay like cinder; 1287|They loved to look at the stars, 1287|Where dwells the fairy-men? 1287|They loved to look at the flowers, 1287|While the earth did hide the ray; 1287|But the tree was so blue in the night, 1287|That it sparkled like silver, 1287|And show'd as it were true, 1287|Through the frost that was falling on it 1287|Of diamond! I was at home there; 1287|I miss the little rats' fare; 1287|Oh, the table I spread with meal, 1287|And the chairs by the fire are warm, 1287|And the sofa is warm, too; 1287|For I never have finer room, 1287|And I like a wide-muff'd chair. 1287|Oh, I can hear the piano, 1287|And the talking of Children in the Wood, 1287|And the shouting of Young-faced boys, 1287|As they toddled through the trees, 1287|And the tramp of all the Lucy train, 1287|When I opened the door of the cave, 1287|And I scream'd as I jumped on the floor, 1287|And I dream'd as I threw things away, 1287|I was happy all the livelong day. 1287|But the cave-turret. There I stay'd 1287|Drinking all the golden air, 1287|Till the cave-turret sent a sound 1287|Of laughter, and then we fell, 1287|And kiss'd each other and smiled. 1287|It is said that in the ages 1287|What I meditated was not heard 1287|When the human race was first. 1287|It was not when the first Noah 1287|Brought forth the Ark o' the Yaw, 1287|That the sacrificial Ark 1287|Should be properly a man; 1287|For Noah was the first. 1287|The second Noah was I: 1287|The first in Noah's land. 1287|The third Noah was the name, 1287|The first in my creation. 1287|And the figures glorified, ======================================== SAMPLE 649 ======================================== of the soul of Isoud, 1322|Of this, O soul of Isoud, 1322|I am ready to fight, 1322|I can die! 1322|The One-volume is under my leaves. 1322|(AUSTIN DOBSON: _General Armstrong, or a 1322|A CHANT: _Anxious for the Preceding of a 1322|General Armstrong_, Vol. II. p. 7. 1322|The One-volume is under my leaves. 1322|(BEN JONSON: _If the soul of Isoud be published, no 1322|dearth of this poem in form or style will merit any praise for 1322|if it were adorned with a proper pall.) 1322|The One-volume is added to the above. 1322|(_On divers occasions_:) 1322|The Two-volume is added to the above. 1322|The Two-volume is added to the above. 1322|Not confined to the numerous Essays. 1322|(On divers occasions_:) 1322|The Two-volume is added to the above. 1322|And the lines all join to the fable of the fable. 1322|(_On divers occasions_:) 1322|The Two-volume is added to the above. 1322|These two-volume is added to the above. 1322|Thirteen hundred and forty-nine is added to the complete 1322|Present edition of this volume.) 1322|The Two-volume is added to the above. 1322|And fifty-nine is added to the complete. 1322|Tall is the ship, bearing a hundred arks, 1322|And fifty-two is added to the complete. 1322|Tall is the ship, bearing a hundred arks; 1322|By thousands of canvas, the squadron, the squadron. 1322|Tall is the ship, bearing a hundred arks, 1322|And fifty-five is added to the complete. 1322|Under the starry heavens, 1322|Over the glittering sea, 1322|The beautiful world, 1322|Like a gem, 1322|Poured its wealth 1322|suckling in ecstasy; 1322|Under the starry heavens, 1322|The beautiful world of the waters, 1322|Like a gem, 1322|Drooping, sinking, 1322|Dying, sinking, 1322|Dying, dying, 1322|Thing that has no name. 1322|In the islands, 1322|In the far-off isles of the water, 1322|Under the bright blue waters, 1322|A happy merchant 1322|Sets his keel 1322|Salty-free to the helm; 1322|Under the starry heavens 1322|The adventurous merchant 1322|Sets his keel 1322|Salty-free to the helm. 1322|"Give me my strength!" the merchant cried. 1322|"Have the strength!" the soldier's comrade cried. 1322|Now strength is furnished for the boat, 1322|And there is room for the ship to float. 1322|But the skipper shook his head; 1322|And the son said, "So 'so 'so 'so'! 1322|'So' so' he called the deed'wick he said. 1322|And the keel set to music that almost cried 'icity.'" 1322|There's a lowly cot between the houses of the old English town and the 1322|Here's a house with a wall of painting and a gate that will never 1322|finished. 1322|Here's the tree with a breach and a breach that is never closed again. 1322|Here's the little brown house with a breach that is never closed again. 1322|Do you mind that, O moon, you are searching for the profit of our 1322|Here's the gilded cage with its bars and its trap and a door that, 1322|And to think of luck again when you're old and wanted it no more. 1322|Do you mind the noise you make when the others come to play? 1322|Why, you may be dreaming tonight; you will not wake. 1322|The little dog looks down and laughs and howls in the little door. 1322|But there are those who come to be dear to the poor and the rich. 1322| ======================================== SAMPLE 650 ======================================== _, the "Ars Poets" by George Robert Lindsay. 2620|LORD, J. and LOUIS BRADL20|A GENTLEMAN, A Lisle Vessel, Portrait of Lincoln 2620|LOUIS BRADWELL, F. W. FROTHERS 2620|L' disobedience, and W. H. W. to supper 2620|L' disobedience of D. H. Esq. 2620|Lullaby for Burns, A Brother of Eve 2620|Song, _A Fragment on his Conception of the air, by Mr. M. 2620|verse with Christ, Pastoral Place, &edge Post; struggle 2620|in Rad. Poets (in Vellutian), Bibliotheque 2620|A LULLED MAN, The 2620|I LOVED Lord Bacon 2620|It was impossible to deny the charge 2620|that Dr. Apollinax visited the British Museum.] 2620|The applause of our Sovereign was indeed very general, 2620|and Mr. Apollinax visited the British Museum as a translating 2620|Bible and his brother-in-law Horace; and when he came to 2620|meet it he promptly wrote under his Name, under his Name, 2620|as under the Name of corruption. His great task was to 2620|support it; and in an attempt to restore it by his Royal 2620|With this closing Pastoral He prefixed a new edition of 2620|natural, of a few letters, published in the Morning Post, 2620|"The first publication of the The Age of Europe, after the 2620|period of its decline, was that of Augustus, under whose 2620|"Tristram," by John Dryden, published in London, for his 2620|personal and almostorough democracy of his person. He was a 2620|Marti amissimus tamen pedibus; 2620|'Tis time for me to go to bed.'" 2620|The original poem, from Mess. Charles, into the second edition 2620|of his poem entitled THE SOLDIER, is not to be pitied 2620|by the officers. 2620|The war was not yet ended at Carthage; 2620|when Augustus, who was still absent in Europe, presently began 2620|to attack the Britons with an arrow, which struck the 2620|antua. 2620|When Cato was in boyhood, he was known in spite of the 2620|suspicion that he had in mind. This was, in consequence, 2620|"Thou shalt not have thy purple mantle to put on 2620|withal: thy purple mantle, which was wrought with pure 2620|purest gold, was lost in the hands of the enemies of Rome. 2620|Besides, my friends, we have had so fierce an enemy 2620|done us all, that the part played the part well: and now, 2620|let us hope we may yet meet a better man than we have, 2620|under the name of Cato." 2620|He spoke, and in the midst of ready triumph wore 2620|G Cato's ear. His brow was like a Roman when it slips 2620|from his lip, and his mouth stopped: he was too mutilated to 2620|look. This passage, however, does not admit of fit nourishment 2620|and general nourishment. 2620|As a man who finds out the best tapers 2620|prayer and proclivity, he keeps them all in the house 2620|with watches, and keeps them, with care to keep his back 2620|and not to disturb him; so Cato was on the side of the 2620|house. His letter was read over somewhere in the sun at 2620|first. There is no longer any light in the doors when the 2620|door swings. 2620|"My friends," said he, "you find out how much you are set on the 2620|stairs. You must not sleep on the stairs, for that was the place 2620|you must visit. Before the break of day and the march of 2620|late, when you hear country larks purring the fields, you will 2620|find yourself still in your new country, and not on the 2620|stairs; perhaps in the evening you will be weary of the 2620|chimney of the country, or at the hour of the mid-day 2620|midnight when ======================================== SAMPLE 651 ======================================== , he'd a big man, on the back of his back,) and he 2490|appeared a fellow called "Hold, fellow, he's a man of the 2490|dancing term in my own tongue." 2490|"And what shall I carry away in this garment?" he demanded, 2490|"When next you come home, you'll be ever the worse for me." 2490|He was a great Majorones; of St. George it was said, 2490|"There'd be six thousand marks, all right enough in the head; 2490|And I'll give you five hundred handsome men; they'll be here, 2490|And the angels are flying you back to Hell with the King." 2490|"That's a good word, Dearie, 2490|One good word more, 2490|Dearie, are you the laughing echo of our 2490|gondolas?--That's the most gracious old fellow that ever was 2490|held in a book! That's the kind of old man that 2490|loved you better," she answered, "or whatever you like 2490|it all day." 2490|"Oh, no, not even in his garden," he said. "It is so 2490|hard a thing to say." 2490|"Oh, yes," she said, "I know that; what is the moral of 2490|the thoughts of God? If I let you see yourself, dearie, as you 2490|seem, it would be perfectly sure that I do; if I only 2490|thought about God, I really think it would be very 2490|somewhat harder to say that. But, dearie, as it is, it is 2490|avena to think of some one whose religion is that of the 2490|old man kind whom you have seen; you may be sure that it 2490|has had no date, and you may be mistaken if you think 2490|that there has all been such a family, and would look 2490|if it had been there. We haven't a carelessness or regret in 2490|your life, and there is something in it that will make 2490|all your future career cheerful." 2490|She nodded. "Well, the man is such a bad one that has 2490|been generally thought sinful, or is tempted," she continued 2490|to interruptedly. 2490|"That's true," he went on, "and it _could_ be a bad one." 2490|"You're not afraid," she continued to say, in an adieu that 2490|was far too baneful. 2490|"I don't see why you are going to stay--so I thought you 2490|would feel happy, if I could get a good supper. And 2490|if you get a good meal--I shall eat it. I don't understand 2490|where the world is." 2490|The next little pig went on again, and was hungry. "It's 2490|quite dark," he said. "I don't think that it can make 2490|me happy enough to be a respectable man, or to be 2490|the smallest of the lot." 2490|"You are going to have a bad end to your paper," he 2490|cried, with a laugh. "I can't keep from being entirely 2490|caudable by begging." 2490|On going from the house, where the servant was poorly 2490|disgustible, he would have more bundles of Indian wool--a 2490|public silk hat of the worsted leather--let off the straw 2490|too, and send them with a flutter, or perhaps some of 2490|the smaller size will suit their rents to show it." 2490|With this he put the cloth into a cushioned sofa, and 2490|set it down, and went in and brought the presents to table 2490|in the same position. 2490|"Now," she said, "I want a little carpet-ma-chord, for he 2490|has lost his thumbs and the shoes of his old dame. He's 2490|trying to get through into a dirty little door." 2490|"Why, Mr. Dodsworth, are you not ashamed to speak a little? It 2490|amends one should know more than enough--" 2490|"You are going to have a very bad sound of speaking," he 2490|assumed, and ======================================== SAMPLE 652 ======================================== here, not toil, not labour. 4096|"The stars," said he, "of late were made 4096|"But now, O, the old nights are gone 4096|"And I, my comrade, and my child, 4096|"And the old men are sleeping yet; 4096|"The moon, so long before the dawn, 4096|"Sits yet and smiles from heaven." 4096|And he, that now before the day 4096|Had disappeared for half an hour, 4096|With folded hands, put forth his hand,-- 4096|He would not lie. 4096|With one long glance he turned again, 4096|And with a smile set in her eyes, 4096|Then turned and turned, with lingering, 4096|Saying, "She is more coldly dead than ever any once she was 4096|Pity me, mother." 4096|But the next day when, with a voice low to a monotony, 4096|A tear-drop fell, 4096|As he made answer only,-- 4096|"Pity me, pity me, for now 4096|"I am a woman, and I am alone. 4096|"I know not why, the whole of which I know. 4096|"I know not whom I love, nor whence I go; 4096|"I know not why I speak; yet 'tis enough 4096|"To love me better than I ever did. 4096|"For when the whole of it was past and gone, 4096|"If I had lived a century or so, 4096|"The only word that passed was mine alone, 4096|"And mine alone, that all my words had hung 4096|"Within the ring, as on a funeral stone." 4096|Then, as the sun rose over wood and mere, 4096|He turned to me, as one whose life had fled; 4096|Stood at his side, waiting the ripened grain, 4096|And watched the flying hives, and listened, too; 4096|Then said: "I hear the voices of the dead, 4096|"I see the faces of the dead I hear." 4096|I turned, I knelt, I kissed him; but his breast 4096|Was iron as iron; and as I knelt 4096|In prayer he said, "He will not let me live 4096|"While I endure. Behold, my feet are strong. 4096|"A little child is weak and cannot see 4096|"The face of God before he's safe from me. 4096|"God will not let me die in vain, I pray. 4096|"Then shall the darkness of death close around me. 4096|"And then the darkness of death shall I know. 4096|"Then shall I see myself, and in its stead 4096|"Press forward, till in everlasting light 4096|"I see the truth shines through the crucifix. 4096|"So by the sacrifice, and holy rite, 4096|"I shall be free, and live to God in truth." 4096|The Lord and all the angels bowed their heads, 4096|With eager hearts, in that eventful day, 4096|When the sun's course was bright, and the bright air 4096|Sang with sweet hope. And at the close of day, 4096|In golden glory from the gates of light, 4096|The world was veiled, with all its starry throng, 4096|And, like the sun's reluctant, joyous eye 4096|And laughing lips went up the welkin wide, 4096|And on its arches rose the living sun. 4096|Then did ye know the world's great Lord was there, 4096|And ye beheld him in his Holy Book, 4096|To touch the hand of him you gave prepare, 4096|And help him, after the last watch is done, 4096|To go forth to the great new light of dawn. 4096|All through the day was Caesar's lord at will, 4096|When life was given from his high behest, 4096|And his great sword flashed on the sleeping world, 4096|And red with battle was his mighty sword, 4096|And white birds flying from a hundred fields, 4096|And Caesar's banner stained the sky with blood. 4096|As in the morning of ======================================== SAMPLE 653 ======================================== of the skies; 8187|And now the clouds that hid them fall 8187|Like brooding wreaths of sunny rain. 8187|The sun, emerging from the field, 8187|Like some gay butterfly appears, 8187|When in his farewell eyes he sees 8187|The world's bright mirror break in tears, 8187|And, smiling as one awed, adores 8187|The glories of the halo flames;-- 8187|And now a meteor bursts the gloom, 8187|Which heralds us where'er we go.-- 8187|"Why not? Because this earth of yore 8187|"With all its earth when sin was last, 8187|"Was now a garden gay with flowers, 8187|"Of every hue and dye the last. 8187|"Why not, indeed, this earth of ours, 8187|"Where we would be without a sigh, 8187|"Of every hue, of every shade, 8187|"And without speech of man or maid, 8187|"The same bright essence could not die. 8187|"And if we now could have believed 8187|"That the bright being now was lost 8187|"And every charm would fade away, 8187|"All else were false and hollow lay, 8187|"And all was ruin, ruin, all: 8187|"And if, to be all else adorned, 8187|"We might but find in other skies 8187|"One beauty, lovelier than her own, 8187|"And see her cast in earth's cold mould 8187|"Her bright reflection in the mould 8187|"Of her own beauty that had flown 8187|"Full of the freshness of the morn, 8187|"And this, her life's delight, her own, 8187|"Her life of purity and worth, 8187|"And still another being's birth, 8187|"One spot which she might die to find 8187|"Where she might still find heaven and earth. 8187|"And now--this garden sheath, this grove 8187|"With all its flowers, wood, water, earth,-- 8187|"All of the joy the Lord Himself loves best 8187|"To come to this secluded place 8187|"For the long night of prayer. 8187|"Here must we make ourselves a part 8187|"Of the sad moments of the day, 8187|"When in those arms that round about us fold 8187|"Shall lie like flowers that bud and fade 8187|"Among sweet herbs and leaves, 8187|"Where never sunshine comes again, 8187|"And never air returns. 8187|"Here must we go, when morning stays 8187|"On weary hills that rise, 8187|"To take our evening fire and run 8187|"Free through the opening eyes. 8187|"There must we build ourselves, and then 8187|"Let in light, air, and warmth, 8187|"We'll seek a garden-close by moonlight, 8187|"Where weeds may grow and flower again, 8187|"Where weeds may grow and flower again, 8187|"But they shall soon be ours. 8187|"Here thou must lie, where roses neath 8187|"The thorn must grow and flower; 8187|"There to entwine thy perfect life, 8187|"But not to waste thy dower. 8187|"There flowers must fade when Autumn brings 8187|"Her foggy, fruitless flowers, 8187|"And flowers must change their pleasant roots 8187|"For shade and shadowy bowers. 8187|"The thorns must drop in streams that run, 8187|"And the brooks must cease to flow, 8187|"As the stream must lose its flower, 8187|"That all must die, or so must die 8187|"As nothing must grow old. 8187|"Thou'lt find thy fruits soon gathered in, 8187|"And Autumn's green shall cease to grow, 8187|"But not to waste thy breath; 8187|"Winter and time shall cease to be, 8187|"And birds and flowers be mute, 8187|"And flowers and flowers and fields and me 8187|"Alone shall die, and none remain 8187|" ======================================== SAMPLE 654 ======================================== on a black cloth as it lay before his face. 7122|He did not see a feather fly, 7122|It was as soft as silk could be. 7122|The flowers, too, did not stir 7122|To cast off this filthy shape. 7122|But he, upon his singing morn, 7122|Mocked his poor little wife and child; 7122|They thought because the worm was dead. 7122|And thus, in their distress 7122|Long after he'd gone to dress. 7122|The father was ill at ease, 7122|Because it was his fault; 7122|He made the children leave 7122|Their bed, and would repay 7122|The cost of them that had 7122|An infant, long and mild, 7122|The parent's charge and care. 7122|At last, the life of peace 7122|A cat ate up the mice, 7122|And in its face they saw 7122|The beauty of a mouse. 7122|The kitten looked in wonderment, 7122|A wondrous sight to see; 7122|The children gave it food. 7122|The bird turned tail and fled, 7122|As if it were afraid; 7122|Nor did they even know 7122|What had become of them, 7122|Before their mother found 7122|A little cat, long drowned. 7122|The miser sadly groaned, 7122|"O tell me what it is; 7122|O tell me what it is." 7122|The little boy was deaf as yet, 7122|And thought it hard to find 7122|His way to home; and in 7122|He sought a house behind. 7122|They came to hear his crying, 7122|And went where grief had been. 7122|It happened that one day 7122|Upon a dog they found 7122|A box of gold embroidered. 7122|"Perhaps," said he, "I find 7122|Its treasures all in pieces." 7122|But he was slowly moved 7122|To view the thing that moved 7122|His little hands so lovingly, 7122|They could not see or heeded. 7122|They sought it for a home, 7122|And soon the home was gained. 7122|'Twas then the mother tried 7122|To comfort her poor little child 7122|As she had made all sure 7122|There'd be an angel pure. 7122|The baby saw it too. 7122|Then went he on his way, 7122|And when he came to grief 7122|The baby gave its dolls 7122|A jolly little boy. 7122|He thought for very joy, 7122|That when they tried the toys, 7122|The real wealth was soon made whole, 7122|He'd be all glad and whole. 7122|At that moment he was glad; 7122|But when he came to grief 7122|He always was as bad, 7122|The dreadful death of grief. 7122|And therefore he went down 7122|To that place t'other day, 7122|In digging very quick, 7122|And digging, digging, sweeping, 7122|Till all the treasure found 7122|Within the clumpy ground. 7122|Then he got up and hied 7122|And stood above his toes, 7122|Gazing at the treasure kept; 7122|It was all red and round. 7122|And this is what he'd seen 7122|A long, long year ago. 7122|Now he is far from home 7122|And has to stay with me; 7122|He will not go again 7122|Until he comes to sea. 7122|So let us have a mind, 7122|And do not fear for play; 7122|If I do not mind the things 7122|I dearly love each day. 7122|He who is spared to-day 7122|Will stop and straightway tell 7122|His neighbor if he wishes 7122|To go home to Cat-li-moor. 7122|I like to wonder which 7122|Are more than I can tell, 7122|For he who thinks may not be free 7122|From charing things at me. 7122|So I'll give him a good ======================================== SAMPLE 655 ======================================== through and through, 8187|And round and round, and round and round, 8187|But always sure and strong, 8187|When some one else but cried, "Ah, ha! 8187|Who's there?"--and he replied, 8187|"Oh, who's there?--who's there?"-- 8187|"Some one who'll come along, and show 8187|Why I've been here before; 8187|"And some one else I'll see in a 8187|If it's my wish to see; 8187|"Or else some one I once saw--God knows, 8187|I've been the same old fellow 8187|That's gone to raise the devil and-- 8187|"Oh, who's there now? who's there?" 8187|So when that voice of yours was heard, 8187|And you were coming too, 8187|Downstairs and down, down stairs, and in't, 8187|Dead almost of a crew, 8187|I felt your presence, as I heard, 8187|The old familiar tone, 8187|Till suddenly you seemed to me 8187|Like some one in a swoon. 8187|And then I knew I should have seen, 8187|And oh, the eyes there shine! 8187|And though I never looked half so 8187|The door was open wide; 8187|And yet I held the door for _me_, 8187|And waited for the bride. 8187|And as you followed with my gaze, 8187|The last, last wretch that trod 8187|Your circle did I feel, and gaze 8187|To see a face so bright, so fair, 8187|So angeline in form and face, 8187|Such as I've never met. 8187|And, oh, the eyes there shine! and oh, 8187|The ringèd, beauteous sight! 8187|And still I hold the door for _you_; 8187|And still I clasp the hands, 8187|And say, "What's that?"--with that until 8187|Your fairy figure gone! 8187|How shall I, too, your happy eyes 8187|Find in such happy dreams? 8187|If such bright, happy years were mine, 8187|What could the earth do with such charms!-- 8187|What could they do with long, long pains, 8187|Sorrows like these that soothe our best, 8187|Riskings like these that soothe our rest, 8187|Windings like these that gently breathe, 8187|Tears as the mother's, looks as sweet!-- 8187|Could I but see, could I but know 8187|What was on us when I fell, 8187|What was so real in me 8187|That, I should turn and weep at all, 8187|That, like a flower, that's fading, fades; 8187|That this short, happy life was mine; 8187|That, like a star, I saw divine 8187|Your beauty and your happiness; 8187|That even I loved, and you loved me! 8187|That Love could soothe, and Love destroy, 8187|And that the humblest heart on earth 8187|Should feel a joy no other worth 8187|Than the deep thanks I'd shower upon 8187|Your shrine at Friendship's Fountain-place, 8187|Where, evermore, their memory, 8187|That friend so famed, could never die! 8187|No, no, my love! And, waking, as I read 8187|The letter of this poor young maid, 8187|This sweet, sweet note, this page that I have said, 8187|'Twas from an angel's book which, as I read, 8187|I've learned that lesson to remember quite; 8187|That my young, happy maiden had begun 8187|To find, before I left her, such a one 8187|As had made _us_ hearts both great and glorious;-- 8187|Oh, my beloved, when I read the letter 8187|That told me of my own dear sister 8187|This was, indeed, a lovely blossom;-- 8187|Yes, while it flashed upon her sunny brow, 8187|'Twas like the light that, in the coming of morrow, 8 ======================================== SAMPLE 656 ======================================== the flower, 8187|While the bird, like a sprite, 8187|'Tis not yet too rapid that wing. 8187|Oh, the rose's loveliest hue, 8187|That e'er yet was kist to Nature's view, 8187|I've seen its bloom, with all its blue. 8187|But, oh! what simple joy is theirs, 8187|When love to resemble hearts is not; 8187|And if, too shocking to be gay, 8187|They ne'er, so hearts as yours enjoy. 8187|Oh, if they look on me with awe, 8187|If they've a fault in anything, 8187|I tremble when they touch me to draw 8187|One glance from my sweet Mistress Starry. 8187|Or if, too bold in every age, 8187|They scorn the bonds of earthly bliss, 8187|I too must live, and fall--the sage: 8187|The nymph--the fair--the Saint in this. 8187|Oh, say not thus my heart I yield 8187|To Cupid's conquering conquering might, 8187|But this my best delusive dream 8187|In fancy's ear has power to right. 8187|Too bright and dear, too dear to me, 8187|The sweetest pledge of maiden May-- 8187|Too soon to bloom in summer's bower, 8187|Too soon to wither in despair. 8187|Oh, say not thus my heart I yield, 8187|That warmest passion round me twines, 8187|And round me every morning's beam 8187|The best of every maiden twines. 8187|When I am dead, oh, say not thus 8187|I'll seek my lover's altar pure-- 8187|Or make his vow my last adieu, 8187|For he is dancing down the dance 8187|With me--'tis madness to be wise. 8187|For many a maid is passing wild, 8187|But we are only wed for love. 8187|O! who can say that hearts are true 8187|But for the love of woman?--No! 8187|He who to bond life's roses sends, 8187|May heaven's rich blessing e'er bestow. 8187|For what is woman's heart so cold? 8187|Say, if sweet love were left to me, 8187|And if that love were left to me, 8187|I'd soon from him its blushes tell, 8187|To find where death nor time can sever. 8187|In vain I seek the sacred shrine, 8187|It claims the tribute of the heart-- 8187|The cup thou gav'st is all thine own, 8187|I'll never name thy name above 8187|The grave that I am dwelling in. 8187|But ah! if there may come a time 8187|When such as I am still to thee, 8187|No sigh, no tear shall e'er efface 8187|The mem'ry of my changed Ease. 8187|And so, when I am resting in 8187|This silent spot where love has died, 8187|One little spot will I bequeath 8187|To my own village o'er and o'er. 8187|For tho' from mine, with spirit chaste, 8187|I've pass'd the fleeting hour along, 8187|Till, like the loved of God, I've pass'd 8187|The visions of my youthful dream, 8187|They shall not be as they have been, 8187|When first my roving thoughts are free, 8187|And all my wanderings are in tears 8187|Like the sweet flow'r that sheds her light, 8187|When Morning's early love appears. 8187|Come, let my heart in rapture steep, 8187|'Tis thus and thus we've been together, 8187|For, oh! 'tis naught--sweet am I now 8187|My heart is with the friends I love, 8187|Tho' still with them so dear I've been, 8187|And all the love her smile declares 8187|For all God ever gave to me. 8187|I've mark'd the spot where I have been, 8187|Nor know if, while a glance I cast 8187|Upon the altar there ======================================== SAMPLE 657 ======================================== -- "The cats that have got a late Friend", the last 2334|anher. 2334|Here comes my friend -- 2334|Comes for my Valentine? 2334|My baby, why dost thou fly? 2334|Heaven be praised! Now I am dry. 2334|I sit upon the sand, 2334|And sing of thee; 2334|I stand upon the sea! 2334|The billows frolic in the wind; 2334|The ocean pours in pomp and pride; 2334|The waves their maddest waters lave; 2334|My blood doth fetter me. 2334|Within my little span of life 2334|Little span 'twixt sea and shore; 2334|I feel as if I could but give 2334|My love to thee once more. 2334|I never thought to knit my brows, 2334|Or take another part -- 2334|But now I stand 2334|Within my heart. 2334|Oh, could I clasp thy hand in mine, 2334|Or bathe thy soul in it, 2334|Like them who pant for thee, as wine, 2334|My love should drop a sob of pain, 2334|Ere this would cease to be! 2334|I love the sea, I love the sea. 2334|My heart is like thy heart, 2334|My heart is like thy love, 2334|It beats and sings in ecstasy 2334|To beat beneath thy wing. 2334|Thou art my voice, my heart is fire, 2334|My heart is like thy love; 2334|It beats and bounds in rapture o'er 2334|All seas of beauty above. 2334|Oh, could I walk aright of thee, 2334|My lone, my lost desire! 2334|But thou wert with me from the first, 2334|And lovest me in turn. 2334|I loved thee from the first; 2334|Thou wert with me, thou wert with me, 2334|I turned away like a foolish prayer 2334|To seek thine own in thee. 2334|I loved thee from the first; 2334|O, must I then be reconciled? 2334|Must I so soon forget that thou 2334|Shouldst turn away from me? 2334|My heart's forever bound with thine; 2334|My Love has bound it with a chain. 2334|Oh, must I then forget? 2334|'Twas Love's eternal chain. 2334|But now I know I must not die -- 2334|For Love has bound a chain. 2334|So let me in the grave, 2334|That so I may rise up and live, 2334|For this I love not thee. 2334|The lily with its golden luster hath 2334|A fragrance that can tell what it contains; 2334|But mine is poorer by a little less, 2334|For it is poorer by the love I bear 2334|That gives it to mine -- to yours. 2334|How beautiful, how tranquil lies 2334|The sea and heaven that groweth! 2334|The air is full of wandering bees, 2334|And the great azure of the skies 2334|About the islands in its gaze 2334|That overgrow the travelled ways 2334|Just as the heart grows weary of sighing: 2334|The sky, so blue and lovely, seems 2334|Like the beloved eyes that dreaming, 2334|Full of the joy of holy dreaming, 2334|And yet more beautiful than dreaming. 2334|Why dost thou wound along the sea, 2334|Familiar with the tang of pain? 2334|Does there a trembling grace depart 2334|Of dalliance from thy waving brain, 2334|O restless heart? 2334|I cannot hear -- O, I would die! 2334|What joy to think that thou shouldst fade! 2334|Thy mighty memory still would keep, 2334|Unstained by any gushing sigh 2334|Of those unkissed ears that wearily 2334|Once heard thy song 2334|In that still region of creation, 2334|Far in the wildest desert lying 2334|'Neath summer's frown. 2334|When I behold the world's illusion, ======================================== SAMPLE 658 ======================================== 22421|Of all the roses in her train, 22421|And by her side, whom either way 22421|He sets all on her scenting: 22421|A little grey rose and an asphodel, 22421|With a gold crown for head of her coronet: 22421|A little gold crown for my lady-tip, 22421|I'll use with a gold crown for a diadem, 22421|As ribbon, ribbon, string. 22421|There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, 22421|And a swift tide of thought ran all agen, 22421|And a spirit's breath, as of some old dream, 22421|Blushed into life when I saw it first. 22421|O the glad time when I had gone away, 22421|In a sad day of mist and rain, 22421|The fool, I said to myself, seeing the May 22421|In a cloud of bloom just out of the rain. 22421|I cried, "My dear, my life's a-fevered," 22421|And the leaves fell down with a soft wind low, 22421|And the fair fields were white and tender, 22421|And the blue skies were over two. 22421|And the days went on in a siren way, 22421|That I saw the stars shine so. 22421|The spring sang in my garden, 22421|And I wondered what it meant, 22421|And a worm ate the fair apples 22421|That grew on the apple-bough. 22421|The spring sang in my garden, 22421|Bitter, shrill and harsh of sound, 22421|That its beauty might be guilty 22421|Of the fair gift that I found. 22421|The year was but a circle 22421|Of sunless summer days, 22421|Like lovers' fancies fleeting 22421|Which come when they are past praise. 22421|The summer days that vanished 22421|From the hills of the east, 22421|When love is over the mountains, 22421|And the air is sweet with their hues, 22421|And the rose, still full of pleasure, 22421|Drinks of the happy days. 22421|Fair days, when every duty 22421|That I have done fulfils, 22421|Shall turn again to beauty 22421|When I have seen them smile; 22421|Though ye, fair maids, have pity, 22421|Upon our sad decay; 22421|For ye must fade like flowers, 22421|The lovely young ones, then; 22421|Flower, leaf and bud, a beauty 22421|So brief and brief as ours, 22421|By long and weary telling 22421|Of hearts too cold to bear. 22421|All things decay, when nought is heard 22421|But the brave heart's yearning, 22421|Which, when the soul doth strengthen, 22421|Bids it outlive its own. 22421|As suns and stars in night time roll, 22421|And stars and storms are swallow'd; 22421|As the mind's eye doth the soul, 22421|Which must with vain affection 22421|An aim and purpose fill, 22421|So now this tender plaster, 22421|Which seem'd a grain for us, 22421|In earth, shall flour and perish 22421|With the genial warmth of summer, 22421|And the heart's warmth warm and certain. 22421|All things decay, when none is heard 22421|But the glad birds' voices, 22421|And the winds' wild skylarks' singing 22421|Which make the woods resound 22421|With the mighty thoughts that move them, 22421|While from each tree and bush and berry 22421|The sparkling raindrops gather, 22421|And keep the green places, 22421|How chang'd so soon, the glorious 22421|If fields have learned to move, 22421|Have learn'd to love, and love to love! 22421|Now I take a blow, 22421|That the board may be spread, 22421|And we may enjoy our own, 22421|Both in pleasure and rude. 22421|When some one heaves a bean with briar, 22421|And stirs up a fire of hazel, 22421|The ashes then begin ======================================== SAMPLE 659 ======================================== and the red wine.'" 19221|_End of the night's occupations-- 19221|of the prison of the soul._ 19221|"My lady sleeps at last. I hear the tread 19221|Of her so worshipped, and the coming crowd; 19221|And see the white arm of her lord the Dead 19221|Sweep like a whirlwind round her seaport shroud!" 19221|A night-bird's joyous song 19221|Came from some lonely vale; 19221|And the war-steeds' heavy hoof 19221|Did loiter round my pale. 19221|I felt my pulse leap bright 19221|Into life's quiet night: 19221|A joy intense did reign, 19221|And then I passed from pain. 19221|My lady sleeps. My heart, my heart! 19221|She doth repose. As fall the dew, 19221|The earth returns to dust ere spring, 19221|As earth returns to clay. 19221|I saw the sheen of her white hand 19221|Upon her robe of light; 19221|I heard her lift her head, 19221|And calm her brows were bright; 19221|I saw the flash of her bright eye, 19221|And the lips on her breast; 19221|I saw the quiver's silent lapse, 19221|And the long wavelets cease; 19221|I saw the seaweed wave its arms, 19221|As they had seen their foam; 19221|Like breakers that have long been wed, 19221|Slight lines of ocean come. 19221|My lady sleeps. Why dost thou lie 19221|So still, all scented o'er? 19221|Is thy love-feast a coward fly, 19221|Or dares to soar with more? 19221|My lady sleeps. The roses red 19221|Do on her lashes play; 19221|The moon does pause in o'er-flowing bed 19221|While she does o'er- delay. 19221|My lady sleeps. But, hush! a tone 19221|More thrilling ne'er was heard; 19221|A tread, a touch, a fleeting look, 19221|Did round her pillow peal! 19221|My lady sleeps. But when the morn 19221|Its cool dews weaves again, 19221|I lift mine eyes unto her eyes, 19221|And read, with her face and me, 19221|The tender tale oflee. 19221|My lady sleeps. Yet, while she slept, 19221|I knew her as a child, 19221|Most happy, if not wild, 19221|As wild, as wild, as wild; 19221|My lady sleeps. 19221|My lady sleeps. Yea, all night long, 19221|My lady sleeps! And when the morn 19221|Purples the east, her shrouds of white 19221|Inwraps her, round her bed of light, 19221|My soul takes a new light. 19221|My lady sleeps. Yet, while she sleeps, 19221|My heart, still breaking, breaks not dew; 19221|My lady sleeps! All night long, 19221|My heart, still breaking, breaks not dew; 19221|My lady sleeps! 19221|My lady sleeps! O raise once more 19221|Your eyes upon my love, once more! 19221|Soft dreams throughout life's early day 19221|Of happiness and of toil repay; 19221|And as the light of morning flows 19221|Out o'er the landscape in the pied light, 19221|A new and tender radiance lies 19221|In the green shadow of her darkened eyes. 19221|My lady sleeps! 19221|My lady sleeps! 19221|My lady sleeps! 19221|my lady sleeps! 19221|My lady sleeps! 19221|My lady sleeps! 19221|My lady sleeps! 19221|How sweet the little birds that building by the wall 19221|Would seem in loveliness to breathe their love for all! 19221|Yet there would come a time of bliss and loveliness, 19221|When the dear birds would sing a welcome to her bower, 19221|And the young lambs would ramble home to pasture, farms, and wail, 19221|and ======================================== SAMPLE 660 ======================================== ; thus on the shore he died, 38468|By mere privation left untried. 38468|The king has sent his friends afar; 38468|There's help he fain would find at last; 38468|The king's friends long must deign to stay; 38468|'Tis better, in sooth, they all delay. 38468|That the night, if it be long, is dark and long, 38468|To dally then 'gainst the King o'ermaster'd all, 38468|But first let us set out with both at once; 38468|Then go forth, my lord, and let him take his part." 38468|Thereto replied King Etzel, "Give ear to me, 38468|Sister, and all to come at once to thee. 38468|I've borne you here with pleasure since the time 38468|When hither you in your goodnnatur climb. 38468|To my good truth I give this crown the chief, 38468|And from this palace bring it, as I've said, 38468|And bid you join in hospitable cheer; 38468|Therefor in all things may you well be glad. 38468|And well be glad, for here is our return." 38468|Thereto thus spake Etzel with his goodly cheer; 38468|Then added, "Now is pastime and delight 38468|Of this same feast and merry jest, my queen; 38468|Now, now make merry for our joyful court. 38468|Good friends, fair host, attend upon my words. 38468|I must, that we have parted for the same, 38468|To-morrow bring a message to your wife. 38468|'Twere hard, methinks, at parting to withhold 38468|More boon than all your wants, such store as you. 38468|At present I'll to you a message bring, 38468|And at your pleasure grant it, as you see." 38468|The messengers took comfort from the queen; 38468|Then to her son and her fair cousins spake, 38468|"If you have ever done a hostile deed, 38468|That you by me should'st evermore be taught, 38468|And for this cause, as well I know you, learn." 38468|Thereto replied her sorrow-cheer'd, with zest, 38468|"Welcome, Sir King, to me, and to my guest." 38468|Thereto consented the good margrave, and with him went. 38468|The good knights took their leave of all the kings; 38468|Then the young margrave bade them lead the knights 38468|To their rides. All to their quarters them they bring. 38468|For the first time before they were in sight 38468|With nothing more they in their service stood. 38468|From his guests, who there before him stood. 38468|But all the others in the stables came. 38468|And now the fourth time, as it might be, 38468|With gentle voice the monarch greeted them. 38468|They ask'd what tidings to the strangers were brought down from Rhine. 38468|To them in friendly fashion the knights replied; 38468|Then gave they of themselves a good redoubted ride. 38468|When the bold Burgundians came of Amelung, 38468|From out their chests those strangers forth they threw, 38468|And proffer'd gifts upon their coursers bold; 38468|Then bade a duteous and a noble pair 38468|Of sons and grandsons for the strangers fare, 38468|To the king's liegemen; they were to him as a wife. 38468|Then greeted with a welcome and glad salaute 38468|The noble youths they coming for the guests. 38468|To him and to his guests the stately steers 38468|Replied the king; "Now God my brother grant, 38468|His courtesy to him shall ever be, 38468|That I to him a better greeting bear. 38468|I'll do as much, my dearest master, as my right. 38468|"And now, dear father, pray him to conduct me hence, 38468|And, gentle spaniel, bear in mind thy part. 38468|Such store of kindness he to us will give, 38468|And I, besides, with joy and gladness shall receive." 38468 ======================================== SAMPLE 661 ======================================== 8800|Hence sprang the dedication of our rites: 8800|And a fair season dawn'd upon the world, 8800|Yet not so covertly it hath beheld. 8800|Myriads, mighty Potentates, and ye 8800|Who mighty Potentates and conquer'd, mixt 8800|The sacred Whales, now silent, sing aloud 8800|Your great forbidders, "We, like them, the state 8800|Once held of securest reputance, now 8800|Are captive to our loyalty, and hence 8800|We may exult in our own fulness." 8800|Thus, as those scourges onward by the fire 8800|Trach'd, kept and clos'd, the Guelphs and greedy 8800|Whirl'd round and round with viewless fan, 8800|So, at the hearing of that awful voice, 8800|The lovely goddess, through the dusk of night, 8800|Beam'd on me, sparkling in mine eye. "Thou'rt lost!" 8800|She cried, and vanish'd with the light of day. 8800|But when the sun had from her chambers pass'd 8800|I still was ware that I with ken op'd 8800|A portal, and beheld three steps beneath 8800|Of marble white, in semblance such as I 8800|Had oft seen gliding. "Yet those three steps were 8800|"Dread figures," one, whose other look was ghast; 8800|And, lo! a serpent all himself had there, 8800|With one's head in front, and one's the neck-joint 8800|Placed on the crest. 'Twixt evil claws, his scales 8800|He op'd, and took one that, a serpent which 8800|Was late his father's, when he made them man. 8800|"Who are ye, that, repentant?" he exclaim'd, 8800|"In vollies am borunier?" and, as I 8800|Did treading on his hair, saw on his breast 8800|One of the letters of her handmaid neat, 8800|Who once behind her on the chariot stood. 8800|Toward us, he was ware of one, whose beard 8800|Thinn'd white and dusky, and whose closely bound 8800|He kept, in manhood rais'd and pricking off 8800|To foil our onward. "Fair Sir whence ye stand 8800|So fades not in my heart, that, in his turn 8800|To view again my childhood, ye shall find 8800|A hundred such, who, kindly stripling, gave 8800|The stripling. Forth I saw them, as they went, 8800|From the wall'd city, garlanding the plain, 8800|Of circuit inexpressible: and each 8800|Had in his lean ken the beaming vails. 8800|That, at the turning of the scale, each one 8800|Did compass in a circle, fat and short, 8800|He of the slothful regenance and plumes 8800|Did compass in the other, when of yore 8800|The sons of earth had to their portion risen. 8800|To see their brows thus was my mind 8800|Turn'd, and the faulchion on my shoulder next 8800|He at his breastill. But, as now I ken, 8800|He of the lion semblance had me oft 8800|Beheld, and I his semblance never saw. 8800|Now, as in talk they sometimes hear, the chides 8800|Of the true speech give more delight, than I 8800|The other's voice, I thus gaveVoice to them: 8800|"For that mine eye hath seen the wide display 8800|Of the fifth year's lion, which abroad 8800|The sons of earth have sought, and many a realm 8800|And many a mountain there hath shown, to us, 8800|Since he from hell was hurl'd. But now is come 8800|Hard fortune for the seed of Adam, both 8800|Of whom to this world now (for through him 'tis 8800|I follow), the immoral of the seal), 8800|More devil's hand than is laid on this flesh. 8800|With him begirt, who in ======================================== SAMPLE 662 ======================================== with his head in front of it 26861|As he beheld the sight,--now seemed to feel it. 26861|A moment I stood there and saw his face, 26861|As it had done before. And I beheld 26861|His form, yet more than what my eyes had seen, 26861|And the deep soul of me that waited there; 26861|And then I cried, "O soul within this place, 26861|Come to us now! For here our life is blest!" 26861|So fled the vision, but a voice from heaven 26861|Came, and it spoke me quickly in my ears, 26861|And it expressed itself in my control; 26861|And all things made responded, manifold, 26861|With so exceeding gladness, and the life 26861|Entwined me like a viol, that the notes 26861|Re-echoed soon with one consenting sound. 26861|And even as the chords of harp and viol 26861|Move in one stop, so did that notes make us 26861|One with the eyes of all my people. 26861|I neither knew in whom nor how nor why, 26861|Nor definitely hearkened; but I felt 26861|The kingly presence of the angelick 26861|And knowing full harmoniously of nature 26861|As in a harp, when some one else proceeds, 26861|And chains of love are inter-twanging bonds. 26861|It was the morning-hour, and, with the sun's 26861|Eyes clear, each thing at once all things put by 26861|With the great beauty of the earth and sky; 26861|The fields sleep; and now to the fresh moon 26861|Sweet day is drawing nigh; and all the flowers 26861|That fill the valley, and the murmuring stream, 26861|And trees on every hand, with dewy eyes 26861|Upright, form morning's image, wake one star 26861|That pours itself into the sky. 26861|This is my dream of heaven! 26861|A cloud, the very veil of form, that moves 26861|Amid the sunlight and the clouds that press 26861|O'er ocean's billows in its silvery depths; 26861|And in it the horizon's boundless blue 26861|Wraps down its summits, and the uplands form 26861|A vault profoundly seen. Those deep blue hills 26861|And woods, all melt to song of nature's voice; 26861|And in their cadence flow into the soul 26861|The thoughts of that far-reaching universe; 26861|And there the mind, by boundless energy 26861|Rising and falling with unwonted thoughts, 26861|Finds in itself all things and all the world-- 26861|All things, and all the world's. 26861|And I must seek 26861|The love of nature from her soul, as clear 26861|And cold, as pale moon-beams; and, with thoughts 26861|So potent in her nature, that the heart 26861|Even beats like a throbbing drum. 26861|And I must make her love me, in the day 26861|I woke to find her light of infancy; 26861|For in the light of heaven her form was seen 26861|And in the living star; and in the air 26861|She seemed a presence bodiless. It seemed 26861|The star that made me mine, but to my thought 26861|Was not the form of light. What is that gleam 26861|Of starlight? Shall a thought of her come near 26861|My soul so near? or is she too a shape 26861|Be present when I question it of her? 26861|Or do I know, or do I ever ask 26861|To know her, till my heart takes fire with bliss, 26861|As in a flash of light? 26861|And yet she spoke 26861|The tenderest language with which I could love. 26861|Howbeit, she did not speak; in gesture wild, 26861|And in ======================================== SAMPLE 663 ======================================== of the golden dawn. And he 27336|Listened, with eyes of joy that shone, 27336|As of one loved, familiar one. 27336|And then he crept with slow, reluctant tread 27336|Up to the flower-scented bank, 27336|And, in the garden, stooping, leaned 27336|Over him, gently wept, 27336|With his arms round hers, as if to hold 27336|His hands in mine and say her name, 27336|And in the distance gaze her eyes, 27336|That were so full of joy and pain, 27336|And in the stillness of the night, 27336|Shone with a full and loving fire, 27336|As if with that same face he came, 27336|And knew the star of love divine. 27336|He passed, not speaking, but all full 27336|Of loving joy, with lips at ease 27336|And eyes that saw not by their tears. 27336|Then, while the music of his years 27336|Spread more and more into his ears, 27336|"All these I brought to you, my dear, 27336|To you, who are so dear to me. 27336|I bring this golden litter back, 27336|And these, and these are what they seem, 27336|And let you come and make me dream, 27336|And let me see and understand, 27336|And think my love will come to hand 27336|You soon again." 27336|He slipped away, 27336|And, looking back, saw more and more 27336|The beauty of her form and face, 27336|As though to think him passing fair, 27336|His hand in her own, even there, 27336|And, stooping back to kiss her feet, 27336|"Ah, you have come!" 27336|The roses nodded, and then said, 27336|With a kind of air, "Ah, mine, she lives." 27336|And the birds were still and all at rest, 27336|The stars, the flowers and flowers of her, 27336|On the fair and quiet hills. 27336|He gazed. But no one saw, 27336|Or even the watchman watched at hand; 27336|Only the clotted clodded leaf, 27336|And the whole world's wilderness, 27336|Were not so much confused with these. 27336|He felt his heart go over him 27336|With a fierce and sudden dread, 27336|And little wonder if it missed 27336|His life, or not at all! 27336|And yet, however little came, 27336|He seemed to doubt if he could bear 27336|The weight of all the years to come, 27336|Or give his soul to grief! 27336|At last, when he looked to the skies 27336|Which crowned the setting stars, 27336|A small cloud suddenly in the air 27336|Was standing in its sheen; 27336|Two great wings above the stillness rose, 27336|And, fluttering, fluttered down 27336|Between the dark and the bright. 27336|As the storm, when it breaks its chain, 27336|Over the fields it sweeps, 27336|The clouds, that on this azure cross 27336|Float still, and the sky is lost, 27336|And the star, that is brightest still, 27336|Is lost in the light of the lonely heaven 27336|That hung there, over the skies. 27336|And now, while he gazed adown, 27336|With a full joyous pride, 27336|The star of the evening straight 27336|Was flaming from out his skies, 27336|While the wind, with a rippling sound, 27336|Over the fields in his fire, 27336|Was blowing and singing around 27336|And over, and "All is good!" 27336|And the first, to the earthlier creeping, 27336|The second and last, was heard, 27336|As a voice from the starry roof 27336|Rose, "All is good!" to his mate, 27336|And the last, who was wondering what 27336|A wonderful gift it could give. 27336|"They can give you," she said as she bent, 27336|"All the world's love and sorrows sent 27336| ======================================== SAMPLE 664 ======================================== . 1304|"But who"--here the Landgrave ended--"d scream'd, 1304|"Who--from my chase--return'd, 'till night?" 1304|crawled his length at noon." 1304|"Ah! who so fierce," etc. Yet the case contends with that 1304|in the face of the Landgrave, "who can have gone so slowly 1304|behind the horses?" 1304|"When the time has come for you to break the spell"-- 1304|"You can still the whip," etc. Cf. "Shelley and his 1304|the folk of your character, and the character and 1304|thought of a new sort of personage." Having written his old 1304|spirit of remark given it by Mr. White of Scotch, he writes, 1304|"'Tis not necessary for the people to expect that these 1304|fantastic extravagances made on the whole day, they are, of a 1304|brag, the most sincere of men, that it ought to be so." 1304|"Who now shall dare insult my name," 1304|tenderly asks the Landgrave, very complaciously and 1304|"What is your opinion," 1304|"What injured public?" 1304|"What shall I do?" 1304|"A few tears," says the Indian concloses to the Indian, who 1304|"I have, in truth, not injured," says Edmund, "but have 1304|"I do it for George," says decides Edmund, curiously, Bob. 1304|"Now what is that to you, you ask, 1304|Your little wit, and female dress, 1304|And, should you want to call them names, 1304|What's your opinion, pray do that? 1304|And why you talk of being brats? 1304|"What has become of George?" cries Hugh. 1304|The Indian answers. 1304|"As for my scheme,--he did not know, 1304|And yet it does not seem to me 1304|The very smallest thing you will - 1304|At least the most important thing, 1304|That a man can have, or would." 1304|"As for my notion," says Edmund, gravely. 1304|"And what has become of George?" says Hugh. 1304|"What figure do you count for that?" 1304|"You are quite sure, I think," says Edmund. 1304|"A figure," says Edmund, gravely. 1304|"It is my province," says Jack, all; and the question is 1304|"Does it take more than a woman's heart?" 1304|"And your nature is quite fair?" 1304|"And what's your notion, then," says Dolly; "did she take the 1304|"This idea has come of course with me" - 1304|"But that's the cause why you take your heart" - 1304|"And what is the cause," says Dolly. 1304|"There is something in it, as if a man 1304|Lives more on earth than you have in view" - 1304|"I never took more on my visit to these banks than I have 1304|"It has followed my travels," says Dolly, "and I have found 1304|something in your news," says Dolly, her voice is faint and 1304|"That is enough," says Dolly, with her light feet. 1304|"Yes, I have been a little happy, but I know that you have 1304|"At the change in the world," says Dolly, "I am quite sure it is not 1304|"Did he know anything more than that," says I. 1304|"And was it his country?" says Dolly. 1304|"And have you any children?" says Dolly, with a sort of knowing 1304|"Yes, indeed," says I to myself, "it is the very same thing." 1304|"What is that sound?" 1304|"As if it were my very own,--" says I. 1304|"Yes, but he is the first one there," 1304|I began to hear them--" 1304|It is--and he is the first, 1304|"All that a man can do, 1304|And the wrong side that he does, 1304|Let the ======================================== SAMPLE 665 ======================================== when he sees me come, 30669|I do not grudge him the time to be sad, 30669|But when he knows I am past for ever, 30669|He takes me to his old quiet room 30669|And sits in me, with the old familiar wall 30669|That never forgot all sorrow of old and of old. 30669|There, with the lamplight in her tender eyes, 30669|Her little smile, all sorrow, all tears, 30669|There, on her waiting-place, the Queen and her Kings. 30669|There, in the soft light, by those winding paths 30669|Through which the old trees walk, the Poet strays, 30669|Wooing the winds to speed him to his face. 30669|They whisper the Poet's name,--the wind that wails 30669|In winter, when the stars are over the bay,-- 30669|The wind that wails and howls, as he walks on the old. 30669|O, what a breath is blowing in the sea, 30669|My little boy there with the bright grey sea, 30669|Through the long wash and the grey wind blowing free, 30669|Through the long wash and the grey wind blowing free! 30669|See, where she stands, a little tremulous thing 30669|With mouth of blackberry foam--with cheeks of grey 30669|And hazel eyes, and the brown dusk and the gold 30669|Of the last year's mist in her green, cold head, 30669|And blown cool hair and rosy shoulders white; 30669|And I shall see her, as a child shall cry 30669|"O, little lad, go fetching us this cloth of old." 30669|I am sure I carried with me everywhere 30669|In the soft winds of the long bright days of old! 30669|All roads, all roads; all roads; and every street and square 30669|And every house and window-place is mine. 30669|Ah, and I shall lift, from the dust, the right 30669|High road that is paved with graves, and with graves! 30669|The roads are all dusty now; and you 30669|Pass me, and I shall follow you. 30669|I want some horse; you are an easy man. 30669|I have ridden over lands afar in the spring; 30669|I have ridden over the high bright fields of the sea, 30669|I have ridden over the sea's warm waves, 30669|The clouds of dust on the mountain side, 30669|The wind that blows behind the mountains 30669|Bringing the birds and beasts together; 30669|I have given them all my wishes, 30669|The gold, the fire, the wind and the sky, 30669|The sea that drives my soul to follow and follow you. 30669|"O, little lad, will you not be mine? 30669|Will you not be my little one, 30669|My little man, where do you wander, 30669|Whither away do you travel? 30669|O, what a joy to wander over the wet and rainy land, 30669|O, little lad, tell me about you, 30669|Where you have stayed so long, and what good have you done 30669|For the little lad that I call my brother?" 30669|"Why, little bird, you cannot sing and wail, 30669|And where you must stay at home, he cannot pass by. 30669|The rain is falling, the day's dead cold, 30669|The sun has gone to sleep and he has neither food nor rest. 30669|But I will lay me down with my little one, 30669|And I will watch the rain come sweeping by." 30669|"O, little lad, I have so little of you, 30669|That I must just lie down and sleep and sleep in ease, 30669|And then I'll light my lamps at evening, too, 30669|And then I'll light my lamps and pray to every traveller. 30669|O, little lad, is this your little bed? 30669|I climb'd that bed in the evening late 30669|And the wind was howling through the leaves, 30669|And the leaves were hurrying, and the night 30669|Closed around her in silence all her goodly company. 30669|She did not need the candle's flare, 30669|The little ======================================== SAMPLE 666 ======================================== . 1008|They were not so lost in sight, as thou shalt find them. 1008|E'en as the blind man, who with questioned skill 1008|Casts forth his eyes to heav'n, in thoughts beyond, 1008|Where the vain world appears, if aught to thee 1008|Have made thee question more, whereby did I 1008|Turn wholly, and was quiet. Yet that belov'd! 1008|If it displease thee, I less pray thee humbly." 1008|The blessed people in that silence broken off, 1008|Went onward, weeping: but they kept not far 1008|Their steps, bent them to the another round 1008|In silence, as their eyes that saw were bound. 1008|"This grievous slaughter," heard I them exclaim, 1008|"By any only way of refuge deigns, 1008|And fully sev'n times, I have seen, past doubt, 1008|Whereon they tarry: wherefore, other care 1008|Must be to shun their evil!" How it was, 1008|They knew not; nor the medium, nor the form 1008|Enough to pass, which they did often make. 1008|I do not say that more they looked on me; 1008|But hence, they safely to the Casentino 1008|Turn, where with Germanicassinate blades 1008|My squadrons were uplifted. And to cut 1008|The dart, out goeth weeping. I beheld 1008|With smile the saintly regions of the Blest, 1008|That ever valour, on their march, with camels 1008|And with their warding warding: and on one 1008|Did stay the other, intent to their verdant 1008|Apparel decked with Apennine, all flowers, 1008|And swords, and on their plumes the festal garland. 1008|I do not say that this their field is grass, 1008|Which oft the verdure weeps at, what time 1008|E'en they, who wakeful, turn, and to their song 1008|Perform the manners of the holy spheres. 1008|For of the country, through dishonour, 1008|So much already, and thus much, that care 1008|Hath old and recent care, doth make the flesh 1008|Strong, and this raiment, to the spirit, sour. 1008|And not the less that, to our troublous will, 1008|We from hence hold our likeness, and in fine 1008|Are scourg'd, and foul. The covers, then, 1008|Are sacks, and church-bearers; and what there 1008|Is in them, such there, as the notches make 1008|That have more spirit-deadly appetite, 1008|More than that fruit is in the widow's sheaf. 1008|But, that the man, who from the mortal world 1008|Is brought, with good deeds done, and open stands 1008|The visage of the master, well vouchsaf'd; 1008|For well he knoweth, who through him hath learnt 1008|That good, which moves the world's foundation. 1008|And, if of weak, such heav'n- assign'd notes 1008|To the world's spirit, assign'd to him 1008|Of spiritual, song and sacrifice 1008|Of all, song flowing, in the world, there won, 1008|It seems, and in some answering melody 1008|Of sweetness and of gladness, joy and grace. 1008|Hence, whatsoe'er the words of him hath done, 1008|Is unto him plain substance. There is good 1008|Below there; who perchance below would speak, 1008|A flame of so clear song, that to his inmost 1008|It cannot speak, the melodies, as seem'd, 1008|They harp. I saw there, where charity 1008|Sway'd the first trillium, and gave voice to it, 1008|'May peace to all the heaven,' and 'May it be 1008|To thee, for thou with me hast so much to do, 1008|That, by a cloud, thou may'st clear what thou canst 1008|Of sweetness and of grace. May likewise ======================================== SAMPLE 667 ======================================== , _Ayrora._ 31594|Auld Revere, whaure'er thou art-- 31594|Thy lanely beauty 's mounted high, 31594|T' adore thy bonnie lassie, 31594|Forgi'e the day she's deeady. 31594|Come, saireana, my ain dear, 31594|Wi' roses and brokyr-bloom, 31594|To my sire's ha', as I hear say, 31594|Wi' flowers and broc's purty; 31594|Come, saireana, my mother's sire, 31594|Wi' meikle-softened hair; 31594|Come, saireana, my dame's fair, 31594|To my mother's house repair, 31594|To my father's dame and mither, 31594|Wi' fillet, lace, and a curl o' locks, 31594|My father and mother's old dame-- 31594|I' my father's old dame. 31594|Hae what hae ye got to eat? 31594|Dance, dance, dance, we'll out and in, 31594|O' the bonnie bells o' Broomondale, 31594|And the bells o' the Broomondale. 31594|Hae what hae ye got to eat? 31594|Dance, dance, dance, we'll out and in, 31594|O' the bonnie bells o' Broomondale, 31594|And the bells o' the Broomondale. 31594|Hale, hail, welcome, my sire's dear; 31594|He says he lo'es ye when ye come, 31594|The ploughman wi' the yellow hair, 31594|The furrow upon his short mane, 31594|The stomacher with the black knot there-- 31594|O the bonnie bells o' Broomondale, 31594|And the bells o' the Broomondale. 31594|There's a foreign, foreign land-- 31594|The name of my mother's land; 31594|For there first I espied the sun, 31594|And there made the world to my sight, 31594|The house, and the garden, and all 31594|The trees with their shadows on all, 31594|That cross the horizon to Yule. 31594|What distant, foreign land? 31594|Och, och, she has changed since that very day. 31594|Now I wend from the fields once green, 31594|And now from the brakes I wander. 31594|The dew on her twinkling feet 31594|Comes down at the twilight hour; 31594|And on the hill on Ararat, 31594|Where the cross stands on the shore, 31594|And the white clouds pass in the grey, 31594|I stand, and I hear, and I say: 31594|"The grave-mound is still at sea; 31594|What steps may there to that woe? 31594|What way may we return to-night?" 31594|Then straight from out the stormy North, 31594|Whose stormy North no longer broods, 31594|Through what dark mountain pass'd my path, 31594|What morning of a land am I, 31594|What morning of a land am I, 31594|The grave and the bonnie place? 31594|And I sigh, and I grieve, and I ask 31594|"For one far, distant, distant day." 31594|Then why snatch the dreams of the far away, 31594|And make the old books to all new things? 31594|Why sail across the restless main? 31594|I sail; I have not home again. 31594|The port is there, and yonder lies 31594|The land I loved so long ago, 31594|Beyond the dark, where it must be. 31594|I loved, long, long ago-- 31594|'Tis not the grave, dear lad, he said. 31594|He will not grieve--no! he will be 31594|A stranger yet: 31594|If he return, his home is still 31594|His soul." 31594|She turned, and in the dusk he went-- 31594|The land beyond the dark is ======================================== SAMPLE 668 ======================================== , _The Master_ (1774). The poet has already given him a 1727|view of Milton's treatise on the subject of the _Moral 1727|Sweetym._ From which I have already said that the poet's 1727|discoverers are as inferior to his own powers in both respects 1727|heroically, for they are not in all cases matched together, 1727|having no visible power or understanding, as is their relation. 1727|In his "Centennial Pomp" he seems to have received the 1727|hand of either enemy; so, when the first "groaning" comes 1727|back, the poet will again try to get a hearing of it from 1727|Shelley, or Shelley's "Evadne Sonnets." 1727|The first "confused passion" of his poem is to tell you the 1727|quantitative nature of its fear. But it is only probable it is 1727|that we should think this love is a cause of some bitterness 1727|or contradicting his own life. 1727|In the "Division of the Nations" he expresses general 1727|mercy, which is the natural cause of great war. His "Self- 1727|parties" are often prefixed to the scheme of the epic, but are 1727|said to have led in the conduct of a prose or a tragic manner 1727|which would make a poet laugh. These three are included in 1727|merely a certain degree in the writing of the "Odyssey"; which, 1727|however, is not inserted in the plot of connecting them with 1727|that of Man and Helen. Such were the ancient authors of that 1727|ordinariscent bottle- Sicily, and the expression of which was 1727|the origin of all the ancient traditional ages. The "Tales 1727|of Simoe, Melp. of Arcadia," Book iii., and the "Odyssey" in 1727|to the date of Lycia, is spoken of in the books of John Lane, 1727|during the same year, and not only in two cases, but in one--a 1727|happy union with society, found an uncheated inhabitant of 1727|love, who, by means of pent up within a narrow space, had 1727|not a strong desire to see him. 1727|The "Miles Glorios" and "Dunciad" of the later writers are 1727|conveniently related to have been the true subjects of the 1727|work of his special and principal master meal, both the first 1727|abstainer in the mixture of the meal, and the second the 1727|decompositions, he relates the story of his own journey, and the 1727|sudden outpouring of the wine in the public house, at that 1727|point which he relates of his own misery. A story often 1727|places a true story to her with some unexpected associations; 1727|the story is not told, nor can I, the writer of the "Odyssey," 1727|tell you it. These two stories are much sillier; but the 1727|tale is not forgotten. 1727|A curious thing once said to me one morning, as I entered the 1727|stairway, "Cadrouse, sir, I have never seen you yet and 1727|"I believe your reputation will ever be immortal, or I cannot tell 1727|whether you have an Olympian or Hellene, and I thought that 1727|you might be an informer of one who is yet alive. I am 1727|told, too, that whenever you have a choice of mental 1727|depravity, you must find that the average human being, 1727|however cannibal, has such an undelivered treatise of 1727|Odyssean doves; and there are some natives of that country 1727|wholly wanting in intelligence and keenness. I am satisfied 1727|by my experience that some of them may have drawn drawn 1727|hindrance for me. But now I would fain say something. I shall 1727|like to try it on some subject. You will certainly understand 1727|another time. I am afraid a great deal about that. The 1727|manners are far from those who have the _silence of 1727|movements_, and have no pretense of decency to ======================================== SAMPLE 669 ======================================== --_he_ dwells where the _Wind's_ rushing 38503|Roars in the gardens of the east, 38503|By thousands of young eagles crumbled 38503|To fetter in a fetter! 38503|He reigns--the Prince, the old! the Lord, 38503|The Lord of life! O blessed Lord! 38503|Thee, with an hundred glittering stars 38503|Thou knowest in all Thy works and deaths, 38503|And how, before the world's great wheels, 38503|Mid tumult and commotion, 38503|Yielded to life the Father-in-Law-- 38503|To order laws of order; 38503|He rules the clouds and storms--the rain-- 38503|You may be mighty, you may be!-- 38503|And he gives you all that makes amends 38503|And answers all your wants. 38503|He is the Master of the Day-- 38503|He hath a glory round his head!-- 38503|He knows--by his majestic ways-- 38503|Your nature and your name and race. 38503|He is the Light of Guidance, 38503|He is the Cheerfulness of hearts 38503|That strive, to please the God of gods, 38503|And dare the Right of Joys. 38503|He cares not for the world, he hath 38503|A heart that never yields 38503|To all assaults the tyrant State,-- 38503|To thee he yields the martial tramp, 38503|The self-confessor wields the helm, 38503|He is the sceptre and the sword! 38503|He gave his country's youth her birth, 38503|As his the fame of old; 38503|By his sublime, eternal morn, 38503|The lightning's flashing rolled. 38503|All else was barren of his praise! 38503|The maddest soul is ever numb 38503|With fever, and with dread of death,-- 38503|He is the cause of dread. 38503|He is the prouder of the earth, 38503|And loves, and hates, and fears; 38503|A soul before his spirit's birth 38503|No thought but folds his tears. 38503|He is the cause of ceaseless scorn, 38503|And ever and anon 38503|He rises sunward, and he speaks 38503|Eternal as he is. 38503|His presence is the light of truth,-- 38503|To him there is no sting, 38503|No promise that his arm is strong 38503|To raise his heart too high. 38503|His is a brother Mexican, 38503|Who tenderly hath said, 38503|That there be honor in his eye 38503|In sainted Mexico. 38503|He hath no thought that his distress 38503|Shall find a grave too deep, 38503|To rise against his nature press 38503|With solemn eloquence. 38503|But he, on seeing thee,--in him, 38503|His soul is with the light 38503|Of that I think is on the Sea,-- 38503|And God knows right of the night. 38503|The sun was set, the light increased 38503|Within the dial tower, 38503|And through the window all was spread 38503|Throughout the room, 'mid talk and bread 38503|And talk of men who homeward led 38503|The men at work beneath their roof: 38503|All silent as a ghost. 38503|The very silence of the room 38503|Was like the beetle's in a whirl, 38503|And, as the clock the hour came by, 38503|The very room was full of cries 38503|And secret interchange of sighs 38503|And groans heard in the street-- 38503|A groan as if from human sin, 38503|Sad souls at peace, and fair as sin, 38503|And bitter as a parting tear 38503|From him that hears what men must hear 38503|In the first minutes of the year. 38503|He hears the sounds of wail and wail, 38503|And knows each sorrow as of death, 38503|As if the year had lost its hope, 38503|And all its joy in life's green slope: 38503|And he is moved by all ======================================== SAMPLE 670 ======================================== ; 17393|I, after all, am left again and rich, 17393|The land I loved on earth: 17393|I am the land that is in my bosom. 17393|"The trees that grow upon the shore, 17393|Where I was gathered to the feast, 17393|Their boughs beneath the oaktree bore, 17393|And over all the shore there glanced 17393|A ruby-like and golden light 17393|Upon the cliff and on the height: 17393|These were the world, this was the world, 17393|And here I sit with head bowed down 17393|And let the bright hours pass away, 17393|With feet that tread not, and with trailing feet 17393|That waver not, or pause not, as I tread 17393|The grass, and on the grass, and on the ground, 17393|And on the air, and round the wood, and round 17393|The hill-top I, and with the living spot 17393|Unmoved, and unacquainted with my days, 17393|And all the mysteries, and e'en the truth." 17393|"A goodly time shall be this day," 17393|Said Merlin, "for all past things are best; 17393|And as for me, behold this wandering earth 17393|And all the wonders I shall see, 17393|In all things even as my lost self 17393|And all my immortality." 17393|Her hands the King made tremble then; 17393|The King, as one most beautiful of dreams, 17393|Began his solemn homage, while Gawaine, 17393|For all the pageant, slowly raised his eyes 17393|To where the cloud of dim confusion stands, 17393|And all things great and noble in the east 17393|Gleam with the glory of the morn. 17393|With one hand kneelingly she turned 17393|The splendid scene to mockery and fools, 17393|Loosening the centuries by long obedience, 17393|Till over one great rival's realm she changed 17393|Her kingdom with the sky's pure gold. 17393|Then, one by one, she laid her hands upon 17393|Her King's head, kneeling, as she rose and knelt, 17393|And from her soul arose a wistful cry 17393|"I pray thee, oh my King," and through the deep 17393|Dim air there shot an answering gleam of joy, 17393|As though her heart would break, and her eyes waked 17393|To answer that voice from the forest-walls, 17393|That like a wind-seen forest-voice, she sang, 17393|"I pray thee, oh my King, 17393|When I can tell what power God may do 17393|To make the whole world music like herself, 17393|To make earth music, Eden, starlight-light, 17393|Dew-light, and life; in all things born and dead, 17393|One only power,--save not the moon-bright cloud, 17393|Thronging the world with beauty and with light. 17393|And if the light that made her thine 17393|Might shine again on her serene, O then 17393|I could not know the rapture and the grace 17393|That made the world her dwelling-place, 17393|Nor if the beauty all could fade 17393|As brightly as the silver moonlight dies 17393|In the dim air, or earth-born music-shapes 17393|Could in that glory come again. 17393|"But whether thou shalt live," she said. 17393|Then Arthur, with a slow, bright smile 17393|On his young face, said, "Not yet am I born; 17393|For I am dead, and I am weak and old, 17393|And die for thee and thee--not yet a king. 17393|But let the cup of memory be thy drink, 17393|Since all the world is woman, all the world 17393|Is woman, thou shalt live, and God shall bless 17393|For ever, be thy death; and now thy God!" 17393|Then, through a mist of darkness, Merlin said, 17393|"Behold, I give my promise to the King. 17393|Lo, I am old; and I am weak with years. 17393| ======================================== SAMPLE 671 ======================================== --"Yes, I'm so old! so wise and solemn 27126|(One might think,--'twould take me to a devil.") 27126|The parson of the village--one whose veins 27126|Fled gushing to a leap of blood, and then 27126|The parish priest, and he for debtors, came 27126|(His face, though not of the pale pink stain,) 27126|With two churchwarden, and said: "I'm free 27126|Today to-morrow, any Sunday: 27126|I pray your pardon." "No, I'm free, at least. 27126|But the priest's bound," he said, "by just the least. 27126|And so, all right, from church to church I'm bound." 27126|The man turned round, and suddenly was still. 27126|"I'm going," he said, "to see the minister." 27126|And then he heard the squires with horse and book 27126|And laid his hand upon his arm and laughed. 27126|"He's here, sir, writing for a week or more, 27126|But he is just a private preacher." "Oh," 27126|He said, "I'm glad, I'm glad I heard of him, 27126|And so I'll see his picture in a pan. 27126|Now, as you see, I'll try to tell the place, 27126|And that's about the moment." 27126|The parson of the village, too, was there. 27126|"Well," he said, "I'll see him, if I can, 27126|And then he'll stand before you, too, and say: 27126|I only used once sometimes, sir, to way 27126|That I'd go rippling in a private way; 27126|And as we both are getting on, the same 27126|We'll see this year." His lips went in again. 27126|"There is that pettiness," the clerk said, "blessed 27126|And suffering upon the human face 27126|If you can be as Christ, or what, I think, 27126|The Lord, being merciful, in coming, bless, 27126|Is God--beyond and present, more than man-- 27126|I thank Him, as God's man. Forgive me, man! 27126|Oh, I could lie. There's my salvation. . . . Let 27126|No man have cause to love a woman." "No," 27126|Said the obstinate clerk. He held his palm 27126|To the face just then a wavering caitiff: 27126|"You're right. I'm quite afraid you are an ass!" 27126|And then the matter seemed to come again. 27126|The speaker smiled--the old man seemed to frown 27126|And read his hands in his own palm again. 27126|"My uncle, I was in a lucky era, 27126|And 'twas my luck with my old hand to rail, 27126|And I was able to begin my grandsire's honor; 27126|And I have been his executioner, 27126|And now remain, like churchyard sod, to rail; 27126|This is my office; he'll consent to sit, 27126|And take occasion. Now, by God! to see 27126|His children climbing up the old church stair; 27126|Then, taking a minute at the throat and while 27126|They're at the proper place to crush their little, 27126|And dropping the crumbs among the hearth, 27126|It is time they should go." 27126|"We are the parson's wife; 27126|And the daughter and son are two good friends. 27126|Many a year, many a year, I've been to church, 27126|To see the minister drop down upon this, 27126|And see his mother sitting in the cold. 27126|All I can do is, yes; with patience, yes, 27126|And a little work will do for them--my-self, 27126|And God will have them." 27126|The voice was rigid. He began 27126|To cry like some sick child. "Dear, I'm alive, 27126|To this house only! once, I see a man, 27126|And I will ======================================== SAMPLE 672 ======================================== , a 6652|remarkable Professor, and a very particular student, whose 6652|satisfactory and elegant device, not even a bad person, was 6652|himself almost exaggerated of Mr Miller's opinions; and that this 6652|wander, like him, was the great Miss O'Grady, or rather the 6652|dreadful Grecian fool. 6652|In the one part of the century A.D. (there, a bigot, who 6652|"And one who, like old Pallas, could too much keep a fast, 6652|"Was tied to the fatal chair, and was hung up to-day,-- 6652|Ay, and not long after! in fact,--he was hung up on post, 6652|And who was that? A number of others were sunk in his shroud, 6652|And some were entombed; and some wou'd have been laid as awry, 6652|When the banns and the shrouds were laid out and the shrouds 6652|and the shrouds were cut off and the clothes in confusion; 6652|But the general stock of the horrible kind,--pannicles and 6652|other things of such quality, as the common stock of the nation 6652|"But he was not the worst; it was only the fashion of Christian 6652|"One moment, as I pondered, near by that strange fellow, 6652|A strange stony look came into his eye,-- 6652|There was some meaning in it. That queer queer queer look,-- 6652|"Pannicles hanging from out of the sky, 6652|And spectacles, showin' that queer wan thing! 6652|As if he had nothing to give him to look at, you know,-- 6652|He'd open his eyes to the sun or to no stars so! 6652|For the sake of the sight I could see all this 's he: 6652|He never would 'scape from a visit in the skies, 6652|Nor leave a black whisker in an ugly furrow; 6652|He never would "die into an atom's horizons, 6652|"And leave the world below him, for naught to him shady," 6652|"And naught from him save the winds that whirl idly about him 6652|"He never would "stand to the sun or the gong, 6652|"And naught should he do to walk idly up and down; 6652|"Nor would he be less busy with all around him 6652|"When over the water his body was drown'd; 6652|"Nor wish him not over again,"--and again he would stop with 6652|Then one of the men in the besieged alley 6652|Readily wagged his head, pointing at one of the pathways, 6652|And then said, "Come where you are over the water." 6652|"Ah! friend," said the other, "what shall we do now, friend? 6652|And one who is troubled would come and discuss it." 6652|"I do, indeed," said the father, "I know that you are so 6652|well-bred. Have you read from the books what together you 6652|divorce all of my information? 6652|"I have," sighed the father, "I know you are; you know 6652|that I am not only the author of each;--how shall I say? 6652|I am all of you praying you still to pardon. Who knows 6652|you? I am the poet, no longer I ponder; and if once you 6652|suddenly stumble and spring up, and seize your hand in 6652|hand, and sing,--somehow with the wicked thought you are 6652|suckled back to your heart, you may go swiftly and perhaps 6652|draggle; and it may be perhaps in vain. 6652|"In the world of you and me it seems little that we two are 6652|The poet, the lover and the seer, has not sung for a hundred 6652|The author of the "Holy Ghost" has not sung for a hundred 6652|"Have you sung as still as David in David gripped the lyre, 6652|"Who is so sad a little linnet as yourself?" 6652|"In that new poem," the author answered. "I think you are 6652|"In the new poem you say, sir," and ======================================== SAMPLE 673 ======================================== , you must get the next one." 1004|The words which had first moved my Leader to go 1004|Were those of the tongue which we issue so. 1004|"Mayst thou be able," said he, "to put to thy pace 1004|Thee and thy face, if she in good and evil fortune 1004|Sends thee a foretime on one that shall thee change; 1004|So that the tail she vails not for thee clearly, 1004|But thou repairs the bristles on the scum." 1004|And I: "The visages of both my Leader and me, 1004|And that of the one which most appears to me, 1004|Are one; wherefore to me oblique 'tis given." 1004|Straight he himself and the great Centaur entered, 1004|On the left hand a shade was seated near; 1004|His neck and the one of his head so graced, 1004|From both detached, the shaggy was in sc; 1004|The other was adorned just as the sand; 1004|With both arms clasped, it kissed the rugged pave; 1004|Wherefore the stony path so short and narrow, 1004|With so great weight that it was almost spent, 1004|Since the first day he gave it me, behold! 1004|Pallant he stood as one who is disturbed; 1004|When from behind looked down the shades seven-fold 1004|Into the skiff, that on the back side plac'd 1004|His fellow-g Pierus, who with anger graced, 1004|And with loose hair his shoulders overspread. 1004|"On all the sand here only dust is left," 1004|Thus he began, "on the hard rock whilere, 1004|O'er which the streaming perforated fell. 1004|Our progress with the sense of toil ennobled 1004|Hath laid the load ofweary men to pay, 1004|And climbing up a little craggy hill, 1004|Climb up much space unto the little mount, 1004|That like a hand aloft up hurls itself. 1004|As far as I have said, down is this Bolgia, 1004|A larger than that old and narrow river, 1004|Where time the travellers little strength can move; 1004|For on all sides the shadow is so potent 1004|It makes the roots appear great of the land; 1004|But as we have forked all the crag to sunder, 1004|Nearer they touch it than this refusèd fen, 1004|And to their feet more than a finger's breadth 1004|Even from the end of the hard crag is spread; 1004|Nor 'tis that one with good intent is steadfast, 1004|But rather will be working woe than harm, 1004|Seeing the harm that all to re-cast from him; 1004|For all his labour is but to increase; 1004|To which the falling off the one doth cause, 1004|Seconded there where no one can surmount. 1004|E'en as in air, air, water, earth, or aught 1004|That nature hath to do, so in the sun 1004|Greater and greater is the dread, that rose 1004|In him the father of all earthly on, 1004|Who with his young companions on the cross 1004|Lately afflicted in the world beneath. 1004|Two natures never, never, never were, 1004|Cut off from him by him that wears the name; 1004|No longer bore up him in trance or sad; 1004|One stretches, and another straight appears, 1004|Even as a man extended is and closed 1004|With threatened pain when he is on the edge. 1004|After he to his harm had closely drawn 1004|The feet and the two natures which the father 1004|Both at his back and at his breast had laid, 1004|The one intent and the other bowed meanwhile, 1004|The other downward bent its nimble feet; 1004|O'er it in front, and o'er the yellow sand, 1004|Then with the flexure of its very edge 1004|It overtook him, so that both his palms 1004|Drained downward to the bottom of the sand. 1004| ======================================== SAMPLE 674 ======================================== and the fawn, 2620|And all the birds on earth 2620|Before my eyes do sing: 2620|Ye have heard a song, 2620|"Oh, let me into madness plough ye, 2620|Ye shall not find in Paradise!" 2620|And now my soul takes flight, 2620|For other song I cannot sing; 2620|I sit down in the dull 2620|And haggard human night: 2620|And yet, with eyes up-gazing, 2620|I think, "What hast thou found in heaven?" 2620|The golden sun, the world's desire, 2620|The world's too worldly for our sighs, 2620|The sea's life, and the sun's life, 2620|Are neither here nor there. 2620|My Love came out so soon 2620|With happy swiftness o'er her face. 2620|She found herself a summer-palace 2620|To bask in her warm Libyan. 2620|But ah, what sun, what bird, what bee, 2620|What flower-like things did she bring there? 2620|Oh, for the golden sun, 2620|The smell of flowers she brought from far,-- 2620|She brought from far,-- 2620|Oh, what soft zephyr stirred therein! 2620|I know not if it came; but they 2620|Are rare in Heaven, so I and she 2620|May find their infinite charity 2620|In Heavenly love, in peace and charity. 2620|It came upon her like the gleam 2620|Of a gold cloud stealing over the sea, 2620|A white and wandering star. 2620|And where the path lay soft and clear 2620|She saw a little cloud, like thee, 2620|Upon its disk in heaven. 2620|Its motion swept the sky alway 2620|And made a star within it, 2620|As if it knew what thing it was-- 2620|The motion of its winging. 2620|And all the while, from place to place 2620|The white cloud passed in silence, 2620|As if it knew what thing it was, 2620|What wonderful, what lovely thing, 2620|She brought from far, and never knew,-- 2620|The gold, the gleam, the flame, the hue, 2620|But never thought of other! 2620|I know not if it came and went; 2620|But it came on. 2620|And when I woke with day to come 2620|I thought how strange it was to see-- 2620|The night, the hour, the space, the earth, 2620|All bright and dim with Beauty. 2620|Perhaps she read some little tale 2620|How suddenly all things are afire. 2620|She knew that it was all her own, 2620|For very shame. 2620|Then I remembered all she said 2620|In that dark hour. But just to-day 2620|She looked up. She had forgot 2620|The face she loved, yet looked away 2620|In something like a shadow. 2620|She fell down. 2620|Her eyes 2620|Were blind. 2620|She was aware of a cloud 2620|Of darkness. Could it guess at last 2620|That she was there. 2620|And then she came 2620|Between life and the lifeless form 2620|With the wet wing,-- 2620|And the hair of the high God, 2620|And the far Voice?-- 2620|Like a diver in the sea 2620|Of a thousand tongues, 2620|I saw her 2620|Sitting. Then all the lights 2620|Died out. 2620|And the great gates 2620|Of heaven shut her out of the way. 2620|And the angel leaned over her 2620|With a sad, solemn, loving look. 2620|O God, when Thou wast Her, 2620|And Life was new! 2620|Thyself Thou didst not see. 2620|Thou art the eternal throne 2620|Which is our life,-- 2620|Thou art the kingdom which to Thee 2620|Our death must prove. 2620|And for this, too, O Child of One,-- 2620 ======================================== SAMPLE 675 ======================================== and a day, 23972|So we sha'n't ha' started to 23972|The place where Mr. Motley got---- 23972|(That's well, at any rate)-- 23972|And there they wait. 23972|What's up yon low wall, and down, 23972|And round the corner, slings, 23972|In this one corner, hanging down 23972|As low as any kine; 23972|And all along the front there lies 23972|A mossy lot of trees, 23972|And, far beyond, the road runs white 23972|As any maiden's dreams. 23972|Upon the highroad--quite ahead, 23972|The little lissome bird 23972|Ascents the lot with a _wing_, and when 23972|He starts he sings a third; 23972|But this is only an old trick 23972|'Neath which four winds can pass; 23972|And when he takes the turn, there goes, 23972|And he is half out there, 23972|The two, or three, or four, blow up-- 23972|I wish you better care. 23972|When 'ee pick on the pick up the point 23972|An' pick out what th' yellows say, 23972|There's th' 'Stubble on the partridge-foot, 23972|There's the white fallow-flower in the alder, 23972|There's the sweet and the bumble-bee, 23972|And the _Kitten in the Hall_; 23972|And the birds and beasts and dear-loves too, 23972|And the poor down here, 23972|Serve in service, service, pray, 23972|For the fine old-fashioned way. 23972|Then, when 'ee pick to the cabbage-storm, 23972|And pick sut unspoiled seeds, 23972|Then do you know what the birds are at, 23972|And what th' swallows are at, 23972|And what they care who have left their wings 23972|And lost their legs, 23972|Do you wonder, do you know, does it all come true! 23972|You, who ha' found it out, O Time, 23972|For you and for mankind too few, 23972|Time 'unspoils for us: you're but a kid 23972|At that queer brisk kind of thing; 23972|So, when 'ee pick'd 'em fit, you run 23972|With forks and general-shouldered feet 23972|And come and pick 'em up. 23972|Yes, that's the way to take a glare 23972|On a groun', a littlest lass, 23972|And a weakest littlest deer. 23972|For the best of life's a hazard: You 23972|Know well what's right about; 23972|And the worst and treacherous side 23972|Of the mare's the pride of a steady guide. 23972|I was once a man of good beginnings, but I was an old man now, 23972|And my youth ran on the same unvatic half-score; 23972|And I often sh'ined in regions where the common sort is new, 23972|To descry old Mother Church from famous Manor's nook, 23972|Which, some nice tenets might be of the wildest sort of speech, 23972|And to say to many, 'What's a-doing it, is wrong, 23972|Orright, or wrong, I'd much prefer on everybody's hook." 23972|And so little Isabella, as I stood upon my stile, 23972|Saw wheel by wheel, and never stopped to think about my mill, 23972|But just at the beginning out spoke words of such a sot 23972|As brought you up to think the most of them was rot! 23972|'Tis true we oft are helped to keep a feeble sign o' fear, 23972|And it's not because we do--a people's "best" but 'cause they're right; 23972|But 'tis't because they're odder all the other day, 23972|And in a week they're always just the other way; 23972|For us it's always to be practising at smacks and buying 23972|At "cheeks" and at "c ======================================== SAMPLE 676 ======================================== by the light of day! 3650|'Though I, perhaps, may throw away 3650|The puny specks of this world and its sunshiny ways, 3650|From here to where modest truth was found 3650|And men forget not, in a world where man is not. 3650|'I have not asked of thee, dear Lord, 3650|Since thy fair face with mine has blent, 3650|And I have wished that thou wert kind; 3650|I have not lived in wrath or jest, 3650|From the least point of hope and peace; 3650|Nor have I said, "Alas, Dear Lord, 3650|Thou wert not kind through violence and wrong!" 3650|That thou art strong as is the sun, 3650|And could not change earth's base dominions; 3650|If I have guarded thee since time has been, 3650|With all my heart, and hand, and heart, 3650|In this dark world where thou art made 3650|Thou wert not blind or helpful, though thou art so. 3650|Though under me, above me, earth-- 3650|Its earth--its child--its child, the child, 3650|And, borne within a flood, 3650|The world has also one good thing 3650|Which in the course of action, 3650|And will fulfil the will, 3650|And does the work by action, 3650|And makes the deed the penitential law, 3650|And does the deed in fight, 3650|And does the deed in the good fight, 3650|Then dost thou know, I am with thee-- 3650|Whatever thou wilt--all, and all because of! 3650|All the earth, and all the seas, 3650|And all the shapes of men, 3650|All, and overcomes my knee, not at thy beck again, 3650|Feeling that I am thine; and that, in the same hour, 3650|Thou wilt not seem to mind, 3650|Lest at last I take to my own depths the same; 3650|But all these springs which I shall have proved thou knowest-- 3650|Thou wilt not forget, beloved and large and sure; 3650|As a flower would to the wall; 3650|So I shall remain, and thy word and thine in the hour 3650|I have come again to thee, 3650|Holding in my hand the flame 3650|That has otherwise rejoiced me; 3650|Therefore all men hail me the sign and the sign! 3650|I look on thee as one unthought, 3650|Who has been, and knows not what, 3650|And I, who have not fought to-day, 3650|Am as one that hath been; 3650|And my spirit hath been sick, and weary, 3650|And I go marches on, 3650|Where thou, O my great captain, art the captain 3650|Of the whole band of men. 3650|I fight for my lord the lily-wreath, 3650|I fight for my lady's beauteous body-- 3650|And my heart I cannot rest, 3650|On the day that I rode at thy side, 3650|And stood before thy breast. 3650|I die away on thy bosom, 3650|I yield not my life for gold, 3650|But for thy soul, O thou faithful lover, 3650|Who hast brought my lady's corpse to a grave, 3650|That the lily-wreath may be 3650|O'ercharged with poison, or pierced with pain, 3650|If I lie not in thy hand, 3650|All that I say in my voice or word, 3650|My whole world silently will fade, 3650|I die not in thy face, O thou faithful lover! 3650|I shall not lie on thy heart, 3650|I shall not have one part, 3650|But for thy soul, O thou faithful lover, 3650|Who hast healed all our strife, 3650|Who has made thee, my true knight, again 3650|The captain of our chivalry, 3650|Who hath seen us, and now is dead, 3650|And thy heart breaks, O my master, 3650|That I have not lived ======================================== SAMPLE 677 ======================================== , 19385|For my gawdy mony a snaw 19385|Has deluded me, I fear 19385|I have but to admire 19385|By a bit of auld mait sneer; 19385|He has tauld me oot that he has been sae busy, 19385|And he hasleased me quite: 19385|I tell him't that I'm drunk 19385|Some darmin' oot to tak-- 19385|But I don't think he minds me 19385|Of a' the flouks I tak. 19385|I tell him he's a hardened, dour, hard man, 19385|An' a canty, rough young lad; 19385|But, if age comes upon me he'll remember, 19385|An' I hae lessons he'll explain: 19385|And I hae tauld him of his sorrils, 19385|That frae the time that taverns were, 19385|As far as law and worth, 19385|I wad hae tald him o' the flourie 19385|That lies atween them there. 19385|Or else he's gien me of a boddle; 19385|An' he's gien me oot to grup, dod, 19385|And I'm tauld--I dinna ken-- 19385|That aye as braw as rants, 19385|Paddies, wheer she's but a stoggie, 19385|That aye as braw's her puddie. 19385|But I will tell him o' the flourie 19385|That's held by bards amang; 19385|Ae spotless, blithe, an' blithe he'll be, 19385|As ever buster met a young man! 19385|Oh! whare hae mony honours been o'er, 19385|And syne as black as jet? 19385|But for the haughs the night is coming, 19385|Some devil seize them yet! 19385|Some devil seize them for his greetin', 19385|An' stasticate him through; 19385|Syne wyle him oot, whare roarin' oceans, 19385|Wi' a' his company; 19385|But wha the deil, he mind his fa', 19385|Shall deea sic sturt as me. 19385|Oh! whare hae mony royals landed, 19385|An' mony noblemen? 19385|On him they look, sic love and honour, 19385|Wha once wad dee the quair, 19385|If it had been on birr and brabbit 19385|To haud a kisse ava. 19385|Oh! whare hae mony here gaun follow, 19385|Wha once wad dee the quair, 19385|An' we be in a' hale faman 19385|Wi' sic a wicked air? 19385|At morn, at eve, at morn, at noon he'll gi'e her,-- 19385|The deil a proper beastie to a worthless girl and fair; 19385|And whare wae lyart weel are weel affeard, and whare a deil a 19385|sacerdotes,-- 19385|And thrawny arms will twine wi' the dear burd lad and 19385|The mithers ance are busk'd to be shorn by them that 19385|lob him when shorn. 19385|God bless you, Honores, an' may your watches run awile, 19385|An' put you in an' jilf, frae sleepin' day to neet; 19385|An' may you in yon park, on whare graves twined wi' saut, 19385|For a' this year, 19385|I'm sure you think it no right place to wear out the 19385|green. 19385|But hark! rap! rap! rap! 19385|Another louder; 19385|Henceforth I'm sure you can't be out o' that d---- for them that 19385|gave a souch; 19385|But I sall gie their corpses to be at yon wulberry-head, 19 ======================================== SAMPLE 678 ======================================== to a quorum 38503|sidera conde deos. 38503|tum potius multo animis magis in antro, 38503|ut quod uiuo furuis saecula pinnorum, 38503|et quod uetat pinnarum tibi sidera cratem, 38503|sint cum uendidui placet uirginitas, 38503|et dixisse deum molli, quo non magna 38503|flamma nec amo uiuere mei. 38503|haec amet docuit, quae cunctas prece propter 38503|aetatis indomito mittere matres, 38503|ut me, si puer, si timuis similis adsit, 38503|seque mouere deumque fugam flatuis. 38503|quid tibi cum primum, si te, mala quid est, 38503|si quaeque mea quid nostrae? satis, si uilis 38503|semina quodcumque tuus humoque tuus, 38503|seminibus uacuisti moenia, sepositas 38503|seminibus, fleme absoluisti. 38503|et tu quae si quae tam ne crapula decemue reusume, 38503|ni poenas, siue erit, siue necuti: 38503|at mea si nesciret furtim tibi, sed habuisse, nescio. 38503|quo tamen haec igitur penitus: si domi Cypridis 38503|uultuis deinde quam deuenerat urna, 38503|quod quisquam mea nouis miti lapillus ignis, 38503|siue, siue mea quisquis, forsitan isse, nam lubet, 38503|inque tuo quae facies, tibi in atria, 38503|omnia noua misces mea sum: de me mala 38503|discedes mea, mea pacis, mea pios 38503|uirgins immane, mea si est in parentis 38503|undorum et durus forsitan in antro; 38503|non ego sua dabo, mea est, nec erit iram 38503|quo Venus, nec esse uos, quod dente uolgos, 38503|neu ad mea inclara est molli quod formam 38503|prisca renascitur, mea si sunt anterit, 38503|inuidet odoratis uestisque meosque, 38503|quod de mea dabo, sed tuom tibi. si mea 38503|cogitur, seu uis ferro, quod uoque labore, 38503|nostros fleme tuam, sed neu murmura, neu uilis 38503|terrarum uerbis, nec mea sunt, nec mea uolgus. 38503|cui quique poetor hic meis iterasse relictum, 38503|neque mea nauem, quod non tua turba relictum: 38503|sed mea dabo, si uale desine, quod caret, 38503|sudicet et uersos mea morsu lassat. 38503|_The ways of the Maenades are not often the hottest, and the 38503|atterest; but they are delightful things, and fit for an 38503|occasion need only a few examples of the gay dance and 38503|reliquity. The longest winter has been most especially 38503|expectation; the most difficult of all prickles which can 38503|passion and prickles are but as pleasant as a place for 38503|Churlish, the most difficult of all prickles. 38503|_When the first leaves of autumn shed their dark and heavy 38503|burthen on the ground, then seem a sacrilegious 38503|order, in the end that a man is by to be a god, and that 38503|the gods bring a golden bowl, to receive the bowl 38503|wherewith they ======================================== SAMPLE 679 ======================================== . 1279|The King's Daughter, 1279|The Queen's Daughter, 1279|The Author of my "Hale Water-Repair Do," 1279|The King's Daughter, 1279|The last King's Daughter, 1279|The Author's Daughter, 1279|The Lamia-Ann's, 1279|The Author's Daughter, 1279|The Lamia-Ann's Child, 1279|Song of the Knight's Youth, 1279|Boatman's Life, 1279|Song of the Lyre's inspirer, 1279|comedy worth, to be sung or read over by a young 1279|friend, Dr. T. Lyon, Miozzio's Sonnet, To Edid Miozzio's 1279|"Lassie, what are you doing, ladie?" 1279|"What makes you so gruppin', cam, 1279|"Oh, tell me, what's the matter? 1279|Why you got your girdle on?" 1279|"Oh, tell me, how is this?" 1279|"Oh, tell me; but you're in it:" 1279|"Oh, lassie, are you sick?" 1279|"Oh, lassie, but you're sick!" 1279|"What makes you so gruppin', cam, 1279|"Oh, tell me, how is your dwallin', 1279|"Oh, tell me, how is your dwallin'?" 1279|"I'm gaun to greet you kindly, my man." 1279|"Ah, then you canna bide here, my man." 1279|"But then you canna ride here, my man." 1279|"Ah, then you canna ride here, my man." 1279|"Ah, then you canna ride here, my man." 1279|"What makes you sae scared, ladie, my man?" 1279|"Oh, yes, you are a dwallin', my man." 1279|"What's that that you're cakin', my man." 1279|"Oh, tell me, how is your dwallin', my man?" 1279|"Oh, tell me, how is your dwallin', my man?" 1279|"I'm gaun to greet you kindly, my man." 1279|"Oh, yes, you are a dwallin', my man." 1279|"But look that you bring mair things than this, 1279|"For my dwall am auld maitre, my man." 1279|"Oh, then you canna bide here, my man." 1279|"Oh, tell me, how is your dwallin', my man?" 1279|"Ye've stown up the road, ladie, my man. 1279|"Ye've broken the gate, ladie, my man." 1279|"Ye've broken the gate, ladie, my man." 1279|"Oh, haud you yer yet, man? haud you yer yet, 1279|"Ye've broken the gate, ladie, my man? 1279|"I've broken the gate, ladie, my man. 1279|"Awa' wi' your dwallin', my man." 1279|"Then why do you stand, ladie, my man?" 1279|"Oh, hush that you cry, ladie, my man." 1279|"Oh, hush that you cry, ladie, my man." 1279|"Oh, hush that I cry, ladie, my man. 1279|"But why make ye that bonny young man? 1279|"He's an auld carle of the het, lad!" 1279|"Wha' gat you this stan', man, I gat you that stan', 1279|"Oh mak's I the stan', man, I nivver maun." 1279|"Wha' gat you that stan', man, I gat you that stan', 1279|"What saw you that stan', man, I gat frae your hand? 1279|"O wha's been on the knowe, man, what saw you that stan', 1279|"For I saw a blood-red, red, and a fair slain knight, 1279|"Oh mak's he the stan ======================================== SAMPLE 680 ======================================== , then, to be free, 37804|And to be free, and for ever after death. 37804|Thus they both dreamt, and so they did. 37804|In their very dream the race 37804|Beheld the dwarf in a strange place 37804|As it was in another place. 37804|The people cried: "In vain 37804|Plant we the booty again!" 37804|And straightway they, in fine, 37804|Dropped down with scorn and wail and hate, 37804|Shivered: "A fool is he! 37804|He hath the gift, and he shall not save!" 37804|And straightway, in such sore distress, 37804|The men in all the town did they oppress 37804|And pitying the old blind man, 37804|To weep and wail the same, 37804|To weep and wail, and for ever after death. 37804|Yea, the people cried: "He hath 37804|The gift, and we must eat!" 37804|And round about was the host and the poor-- 37804|The poor folk with their meat, 37804|The old blind men, but not forgot, 37804|For they were the living things-- 37804|All children of all good things, 37804|The weak, the noble, and strong. 37804|But there came the cry of the poor folk of Lune-- 37804|A people lamenting the loss of the moon-- 37804|Crying: "O fisher, O saint, give us leave, 37804|But for all we shall have, O fisher, receive!" 37804|And round about were the poor folk of Lune-- 37804|Adieal, and fierce, and strong, 37804|The fisher folk, and they all shamed the child 37804|Who was born of the fisher folk. 37804|And the fisher folk went up to the doors, 37804|And all was sad to the heart. 37804|"The souls of the fisher folk?" said the folk. 37804|"The souls of the fishermen gone!" 37804|They cried in their pitiless depths: 37804|"The fisher folk, we trow, we hope, we hope!" 37804|And the fisher folk rose up in their hope-- 37804|And their thoughts were wide and swift-- 37804|And they said: "It beareth a grievous grief 37804|We must have, and we must have!" 37804|And the fisher folk heard: "The souls of the fishermen, 37804|Who have gone forth to the boats!" 37804|_From a drawing by_ W. T. BENDA.] 37804|_The fisher folk, etc._ 37804|_The fisher folk, etc._ 37804|_There is a song about the fisher folk, O; 37804|In days gone by, O tell me what it be! 37804|It sayeth they have gone to God."_ 37804|Then in a voice to the sea 37804|A little voice and a little song, O, 37804|When the fisher folk die ten, 37804|_The fisher folk, etc._ 37804|_The fisher folk, etc._ 37804|_When the fisher folk die ten, 37804|_And the fisher folk, etc._ 37804|_The fisher folk, etc._ 37804|_The little maidens_, then, and then 37804|_The little girls, etc._ 37804|_The fisher folk, etc._ 37804|_The world is blind for a little while, O; 37804|All evil things, O tell me why, 37804|Have vanished out of the worldly smile 37804|That once was fair in the fair young eye._ 37804|_The fisher folk, etc._ 37804|_God made a little of summer blue, 37804|This morn and a month and a half, O! 37804|O little maidens, O little girls, 37804|God makes the little maidens smile._ 37804|And a little voice by the sea 37804|He told his wife, and she told him: 37804|The fair young mouth of the summer blue, 37804|That ever a lover's tongue has told. 37804|He would return with the maids of old 37804|To the old and the new, O call them in. 37804|For they know ======================================== SAMPLE 681 ======================================== by that lordly castle in the mead, 610|Gave it to him to hold his noble knight. 610|So, when he left the castle, came the knight 610|To the two knights, two squires and Sir Torre, 610|And said, "Sir King, a bold and gallant squire, 610|With whom I speak, hath won a sword and lance; 610|And now, I know not why, this hallowy place 610|Won by the hands of those with whom I dwelt." 610|Then those who were about to loose the hall 610|And to put forth their arms made haste again, 610|And to their father made themselves repair; 610|But ere he wist, the two squires saw a sight 610|Full of the tourney, full of marvels all, 610|That in the hall together came the two, 610|One knight that wore the shield of two green trees, 610|A damsel proud, another casque that caught 610|The damsell's eye, in guise of a strong shake, 610|That on his neck behind its cord she wore, 610|And made her bow to catch it from his hand. 610|So all the damsels in the hall were gone, 610|Save only those that went in armour clad 610|The strangers down, and the king Arthur's knights; 610|They saw but far behind them, heard but most 610|Of those that came from Camelot, or Flemish mere. 610|Then the two kings with gentle faces filled, 610|Saying, "Sir King, no craven hath he called us: so 610|Thou art the best among us, for of thy foes 610|Never have I known fellowship so dear 610|Or so resplendent, as is thy courtesy, 610|And to what miracle so great a grace 610|Dost thou afford us? and for courtesy 610|Askest not, for thou hast thy friend restored, 610|Thou by thy knightly knighthood we swear thee, 610|And by thy knightly service, thou shalt prove to thee, 610|Or I, or any that shall prove untrue, 610|And she that of thy knightly worth is lord, 610|Being our dearest, thou hast overthrown 610|My liege and King both in the noble quest, 610|And I have cause to cry that he be dead." 610|Then Balan's marvellous wrath flashed in him; 610|"Thou hast so foully slain the first of the knights, 610|To slay them all for knighthood's true renown. 610|But thou hast slain them all for thine own honor 610|In an hour season, and now in God's name pray 610|That thy sword perish them for knighthood's good 610|So that our quest be good for thine unsorsed." 610|Then said the knight, "If I should find one here, 610|For all my foes already dead I fear, 610|And if I had those knighthood, sure in Heaven, 610|I would not change it, nor deny it thee. 610|Behold how great and noble is my might! 610|O, have I given this king to whom I trust?" 610|Then went Sir Balin, and that next the count, 610|The king, the vassal with his warlike gear, 610|The hardy man and strong from whom they came: 610|And so Sir Garlon, kneeling at the board, 610|Bade them within the hall give room to pass. 610|Then spake he Garlon, "Wherefore sit ye here 610|Ill-fitted guest? Have ye not heard the news 610|Of Lancelot and the brother of the King? 610|If ye have known your name, this tournament 610|Has been in fault: we must receive the news, 610|And ye must tell me now, the knight is slain." 610|And therewith answered Balan, "Brother mine, 610|Why weep ye? See ye not, by God and truth, 610|For there, methinks, were one so fair and bright 610|That ye might see him die in bloody fight? 610|So great a knight was never born of man, 610|As ye have seen in dreams, of his high death?" 610|Then spake the King, Sir Garlon, "Bid me not 610|To close, and bid him hold the joust to-night, 610| ======================================== SAMPLE 682 ======================================== |Shall no time deface with its lustre the heart. 1165|The sun is high up in the north 1165|With the sparkling crescent moon on his head; 1165|The sea like a billow is broken in shoals, 1165|And the white beach melted into the red. 1165|The light of the moon is a silver thread; 1165|And the white gulls skurrying past, 1165|In the level moonlight, to measured sounds, 1165|As of distant surf in the still lagoon. 1165|The bright, dim lights like some far lamps 1165|Burn in the still, blue skies; 1165|The tide is a silver streak, and the stars 1165|Shine through the silver moons to my eyes. 1165|From the bay-mouth, like a gull's wing 1165|Is the song I hear in the twilight 1165|Far down the river, whose silver curve 1165|Comes glimmering down from the hillside; 1165|And afar in the light and silence 1165|Is heard the sound of her lonely cinnabar. 1165|A star goes out in the night-- 1165|It walks in the depths of the gloom, 1165|And my soul is dazzled and blind 1165|With the glory and glow of the cope. 1165|It is lost in fleecy flocks 1165|Of lambs and kine; I pass 1165|Like a ghost through the mist 1165|Of the avenue mists-- 1165|I am blind and alone, 1165|With my head bowed back 1165|To hear what the music seems, 1165|Like a clear silver sound 1165|Of the song of the bird 1165|Whose music is drowned 1165|In the deep, silver waves, 1165|Of the stream of the moon 1165|Around me and on, 1165|Through the quiet haunts of the stars, 1165|A faint, tremulous gleam of flickering light, 1165|Through the veil of the trees, 1165|And through the veil of trees 1165|I know that the doom of God 1165|Still follows and conquers. 1165|He watches the star, 1165|And the dread, rolling, frowning towers; 1165|He watches the lightning flash; 1165|By the darkness I know that he watches it. 1165|The clouds swing hard and fast; 1165|I can see through the dust 1165|The moon go down so large 1165|And the wind howling and loud, 1165|And the clouds make the thunder slow. 1165|There are echoes in every place 1165|Which awake him to-night, 1165|From the room where he sleeps 1165|At the rim of the world's dark space. 1165|He kneels at the casement and turns 1165|His face to the wall, 1165|And he waits with a dull, calm stare 1165|For the spark of the moon. 1165|He has only a thought in his heart-- 1165|A dream, a wish, the thought of the moon 1165|Breaking in splendor through night's thickest noon; 1165|For a moon, for a moon, 1165|From the land that she loves, 1165|With beauty, and light, and the holy stars, 1165|Was never so beautiful as this. 1165|Yet, through the gloom, he sees in the street 1165|This strange, cold woman face, 1165|Who clambers and gleams like a wild-wood breed 1165|And laughs like a child, 1165|In a wild and astonishing joy; 1165|To whom she is ever so sweet, 1165|As a flower, at the mystical touch of her flesh. 1165|And there is the mouth, and there is the eye, 1165|And the mouth that laughs, and the tongue that speaks, 1165|And the mouth that spurns and the arms that fold, 1165|And the soul that yearns, till the heart is bold-- 1165|I have said that the lips that are sweeter 1165|Than the kisses that fill my soul. 1165|The woman of love lit my face 1165|From the light that streamed o'er it; 1165|And now is my beautiful face 1165| ======================================== SAMPLE 683 ======================================== with a smile. 27126|Come, love, come; your love is my life's golden dream, 27126|My heart's heart, my heart, whence there comes a low surprise. 27126|You know why we love. 27126|O, I love you. 27126|O, I love you. 27126|O, I love you. 27126|O, I love you. 27126|O, I love you. 27126|You have not loved me long. 27126|Now, you must speak of love and the heart's fire, 27126|What would I not? 27126|And I am glad indeed. 27126|I hear you say, "He will see no more, 27126|Let his soul fly away." 27126|Yes, I love you. 27126|Now, you say nothing, love, is life enough? 27126|Is it, is it nothing? 27126|That all love was a dream, is it not the truth, 27126|Nothing but a dream? 27126|Ah, I love you. 27126|That it was real, without name or name, 27126|All the life's dearest, 27126|And the hope a vain hope never made, 27126|And the joy a blank love. 27126|Ah, I love you. 27126|You have wasted all my hope, my pride, 27126|All the hopes that once I thought my pride, 27126|Now my joy, and now my pride. 27126|And it was not only I, but you, 27126|That loved me best. 27126|Now that I can never believe that love 27126|Must have left me wholly unawares, 27126|Love, before the years, 27126|And my gladness with you is well enough. 27126|I can smile where we meet, I can say no more, 27126|That were better gone, never. 27126|I need do my work for a recompense 27126|To the memory of that one glance 27126|That I had no other, nor can you tell 27126|The tale I had missed: how, when he passed 27126|I feared to go down in the dust at last, 27126|And the world had a curse on the name I gave, 27126|And the world had a curse on the curse I gave. 27126|What did he leave in the end?-- 27126|Did he make good haste and go 27126|To his cave 27126|To see if he would not wait 27126|At the cave 27126|Where his life might lie 27126|And the last, poor devil may come for a crumb? 27126|The little black fox watched us go, 27126|And wakened him long ago 27126|Into his musket he'd tear 27126|But the tiny black fox was nothing to fear. 27126|It's coming, it's going to kill 27126|The father he loved so well, 27126|But he's waiting till the day 27126|For the hunter that waits at home to kill. 27126|But it's coming, it's going to rain 27126|On the house and the roof and the pane 27126|And out of the house where the old man died: 27126|But the heart of the family has the harder side. 27126|It's humping, it's humping, it's going to kill 27126|The father he loved so well 27126|That now it's four o'clock 27126|And the dog's lay on the bed, 27126|With the dew on his chubby hands, 27126|And the morning's wind in the hair; 27126|It's humping, it's going to kill 27126|The hound and the bay and the fox, 27126|But it's keeping the horn horn of the horn, boys, be quick. 27126|Fytte's big monuments 27126|To memory, 27126|They have their graves 27126|And the echo of fairy-tale 27126|Wakes a special thought, 27126|That the ancient house had but one floor 27126|And the same great door. 27126|I heard the trailing foxy brooks 27126|From the misty moorlands, 27126|And the wintry fields were strewn with flowers 27126|And every spot an eyew ======================================== SAMPLE 684 ======================================== and my Lord (as one may call it) 38520|I, who so often on my pillow laid, 38520|And in the morning of life, rested, 38520|Gazing along the silent stream and shade, 38520|And lo! the Vision of a golden day! 38520|"Dear Lord, I am athirst for Paradise!" 38520|The Young Lord heard, and answered, "Thank you, dear! 38520|I must, though sad, partake of that, until 38520|I find that I myself have also lost; 38520|I cannot bear to look into the veiled, 38520|And then to look into the veiled, veiled face, 38520|And then to know that I himself have found 38520|In every look and action, every grace, 38520|In every gesture of my soul's desire. 38520|I need you little further to make known 38520|The love and joy together; you are young, 38520|And yet we move among you, for all time, 38520|And we are old! Now take you all to be 38520|At liberty's far limit; you are free! 38520|"I am the Landgrave of our blessed Lord, 38520|Where He who is our King indeed shall come." 38520|Thus in the morning of his Majesty, 38520|The Old King came to visit me. A hand 38520|Stretched forth in measured speech, and raised my head 38520|And lifted me in rapture to the sky. 38520|"To what befell this morning when the King 38520|Made known his wish? Howbeit of the love 38520|Might he foretell, and of the happy change, 38520|That might upon our lives and conduct us, 38520|In all things might be found and brought to pass, 38520|And be, to all who, by the power divine, 38520|We may be free once more, and have our Lord!" 38520|Thus did he speak, and thus in full reply: 38520|"That prayer for you is wisdom without end; 38520|Your service all, or little, or most good, 38520|The will of God rejects, or doth not intend; 38520|And this of mine, which seems at first concealed, 38520|Is, as you know, the best begot of man; 38520|I ask no greater, nor do I deny 38520|Your service, or do I deny you mine." 38520|Then in a little while he paused a while: 38520|"Your service is a duty which you urge," 38520|He answered, "I beseech your holy Will 38520|To make me yours; there is no other bond 38520|Than this which binds my kindred; you are free. 38520|I ask no greater, or do I deny 38520|Your service, or do I deny you mine?" 38520|He spoke, and vanished each one homeward crept, 38520|And in the dark their happy home espied. 38520|I looked into King's garden, and found there 38520|A man who stood beside him, in such look 38520|As of the heart it most might wish to speak; 38520|So that he sickened sore, and scarce knew how 38520|To question his good will or his behest, 38520|Or to inquire where he had found his seat; 38520|Then said, "Sir King," he said, "a long way hence: 38520|Here be we met, and this alone shall pass." 38520|He answered: "No! Too long have I been strayed 38520|From thine own land; thou hast not spared to say 38520|What I can do, and it shall surely be; 38520|For all this day thou saidst it could not be." 38520|Then said the King, "In this have I been pardoned; 38520|Thou didst as I commanded yesterday." 38520|He answered: "I could not, therefore, give 38520|The pledge thou barest me, and so did I!" 38520|"And thou," he answered, "I shall bear the crown; 38520|Is it not death to lose it in thy power, 38520|When I, as I command, obey my will?" 38520|"Yea, I will bear it; it is right I know 38520|That I should die as I foresaw ======================================== SAMPLE 685 ======================================== the green field and the sea to the land 29357|Where they both lie; 29357|And the sun's rays will never go from our eyes, 29357|Since they have been drawn to the deep by the streams 29357|Where they roamed up and down. 29357|The sea! the sea! 29357|The sea-gods are there in the storms to fight; 29357|The fisher his hut and the ship in the sands, 29357|The tempest his hut and the sea in the storms, 29357|They have rent our nets and reefed them away 29357|To try the old craft of the sea and the new, 29357|When shoreward the foemen come! 29357|The sea! the sea! 29357|The sea! the sea! 29357|They are here! They are here! they are here! look! look! 29357|Their nets and their nets all soiled and rent! 29357|Glorious, oh, glorious! they lie in the waves, 29357|Like the men of our metal-band; 29357|The gold is their gold now, and we keep it for thee; 29357|We lay it aside by the storm-clouds for thee, 29357|We lay it low; 29357|And the waves shall ebb, and the wind be deep, and the sea 29357|And we shall be one for ever and aye. 29357|The sea! the sea! 29357|The sea! the sea! 29357|Aye, we will have it so, and as for thee, 29357|The winds and the waves shall ebb and flow; 29357|And the clouds shall ebb, and the sky shall darken, 29357|And we shall be one for ever and aye. 29357|The sea! the sea! 29357|The sea! the sea! 29357|There are reefs on the Long Trail--the ins slip, and the 29357|shelterless hunger of soul for its riches. 29357|What makes this life worth living? 29357|There is no home: my darling, there are days 29357|When hearts are old and fashions are not old; 29357|The ocean, the sea! 29357|Life is a rough, hard road; 29357|There's no one over the wide sea; 29357|I ride on the delight of change 29357|In realms of endless eternity. 29357|My darling, my darling, I ride on 29357|By the force that keeps me from the sea, 29357|Afar from the joys of men. 29357|But when, in the autumn of the year, 29357|The snow begins to fall, 29357|I sit on the sheer cliff, and I steer 29357|Homeward on life's rough crags and walls, 29357|With never a break or a break, 29357|Yet, ah! my darling, I ride on 29357|By the force that keeps me from the sea. 29357|The clouds roll slowly, they drift slowly 29357|Over the distant hill, 29357|And the winds are keen to rage, and the sun 29357|Shines steadily on the rill. 29357|And down the sweep of the waste air, 29357|Like the galleons of a ship, 29357|I see the sails, and my darling, my darling, 29357|Already I ride on. 29357|I am alone--in the restless air, 29357|And the noontide glare of the sea; 29357|Where no one knows on the deck, below, 29357|The black reef's melancholy bow. 29357|But the gulls low down on the rocks, below, 29357|Will not know, as the gulls know well, 29357|What a mariner they will bring in to me, 29357|What strange tasks the sea drills; 29357|For they say that the years will never know, 29357|Though the hands of the dead time be fast, 29357|Though the sea's wide arms have covered me, 29357|Yet I sail on silently at last. 29357|The sea! the sea! O my darling mine! 29357|And so am I--a sailor great, 29357|With a ship on the stormy sea, 29357|A little while before the mast, 29357|Till I drop down dead on the barren ======================================== SAMPLE 686 ======================================== , with what deep and wondrous power 27221|We hold the realm that God alone endow'd, 27221|And from the parting Angel such 27221|'Twas to behold the new-created world, 27221|In full perfection shining forth 27221|With all his works complete, 27221|And rising from his throne, 27221|Discharged from that wide throne, 27221|The immortal soul came rushing on 27221|With joy, and peace, and sweet. 27221|He saw a Deity, 27221|He saw the Vision brightening down 27221|To endless day, in endless light, 27221|The universal form of God; 27221|He saw Eternity 27221|With all her stars, that glitter'd thro' the vast 27221|And invisible air, 27221|And blended in one hosory round 27221|The Father and his Brother old. 27221|At last, thro' all his throes, 27221|At last the child began to sing, 27221|The carols of his happy soul 27221|In endless Deity. 27221|And while he stood, and singing thus, 27221|The thronging worlds around 27221|With jubilant and jubilant songs 27221|Followed in long procession, 27221|Hailed, as the bright procession moves, 27221|And while the clang of joy was heard 27221|And the bright song began. 27221|O what a glory, what a feast 27221|He's given us by right divine, 27221|Baptized in Heaven, to last 27221|For ever after food and drink! 27221|It is accepted and the later periods, I think, are less 27221|indebted to the memory than the other periods. 27221|Now the joys, 27221|The tears, the triumphs, of our years-- 27221|(That we must ever wages them 27221|Who purchase by the merits they 27221|Pay dearly for the toils of war) 27221|Demand of silence first. 27221|The second elements, in any respect and sympathy, were more 27221|As far as earth from sea to sea, 27221|And the first, in its nature, 27221|Came to an end; 27221|So far the greater. 27221|In one minute it is very complete. 27221|The former, according to tradition, as in the third epistle, 27221|And a new poet-like epistle, on the third epistle, 27221|Called it _primum mobile_. 27221|The third epistle, as in the six odes 27221|The fifth epistle is named the fifth epistle, as in the 27221|fourth epistle of its exaltinganza, 27221|For the sake of two great rhymes, both of rhythm and poetry, 27221|and of ornament, but all the rights and powers of two 27221|syllables, and for the sake of two strong rhymes. 27221|"_Do not forget, do not forget_" 27221|For all the trivial matters of trifles, indeed, this 27221|is really a rare and exquisite song. 27221|_Have no fear_: 27221|"_Jest always remember, when it comes_" 27221|"_After laughing at your jest_" 27221|"_After frequent pauses in merry mincing_" 27221|"_After long delays_" 27221|"_After long delays_" 27221|"_After long delays_" 27221|"_After long delays_" 27221|"For the whole oratory and innocent song_" 27221|"_After long delays_" 27221|As far as the first line marks the other stanza begins it 27221|as the final half-stanza, and where, among the ends of it, the 27221|following lines of five words are not used to be drawn: 27221|_After long delays_" 27221|As far as relates, the final stanza of two three words is 27221|_After long delays_, 27221|_After long delays_, 27221|"_After seven times_" 27221|As far as the first line marks the _ev'ning_ after the 27221|"_After long delays_" 27221|As far as relates, the final ======================================== SAMPLE 687 ======================================== |Of the young and happy heart, and loved the boy: 3650|And the spirit of his mother, like the snow-clad lily, 3650|Came in the breath of summer. Suddenly there, 3650|Within his startled eyes, a fair young face 3650|Gleamed red with anger, and a wild cry rang 3650|Within him, and he tossed it up so high 3650|It scarce could bear to hear the air above; 3650|Yet, though his heart was hot, he felt it not, 3650|Being wholly mad to hear the earth applaud 3650|The proud, vain world applaud. 3650|But the next day he reached 3650|The palace of his love, and when he came, 3650|He found the doors wide open, and he tried 3650|To fix his heart against the marble cold. 3650|Now, with the first faint glance of that sweet face, 3650|He scanned the marble cold without reply, 3650|And felt there was no pain nor pain in his 3650|Being, neither joy nor fear. "Oh, my dear love, 3650|My poor narcissi friend, my Helio, now 3650|This night have I made light!" "But first," he cried, 3650|"Have pity on me, where I lay myself: 3650|For one and Helio lies in wait to guide 3650|A noble lady on her way, and I 3650|Will give them back the old man to the child." 3650|Then laughed the boy, "The new moon hath no beams 3650|To guide their course with gold! for even now, 3650|Even Helio, I await a little while 3650|An age of manly strife and ruddy blood 3650|To help the old man in the new moon's path. 3650|And I will give her yet a little while, 3650|A little while, and then she will revive, 3650|Ere summer of her youth return again. 3650|And I will put her up, and bear her on, 3650|To be a little child behind the throng 3650|Who see her turn in to her place of rest, 3650|The whitest child on the far country-side. 3650|"A staff in hand, a garland for my head, 3650|A pillow for her, ever at her side: 3650|These things are mine, and these shall well be thine." 3650|Then flashed a sudden passion through her brain, 3650|Which full upon her fair young face she lay. 3650|"Go back with them. I am but thine to give; 3650|I yield to you; I do my lover right; 3650|But thou--the shadow of this marble night 3650|Over your head for ever! So to-day, 3650|So be it." "See, I have been wedded long 3650|With a fair daughter: I will be her thrall: 3650|What then may be this day of wedlock black? 3650|But now to-morrow, let it be at once. 3650|Go back now to your country, or go back." 3650|He tossed his empty tresses from his face 3650|And looked upon the marble grey and cold; 3650|Then looking full upon the marble grey, 3650|He found a place, well hidden so from sight 3650|Of the great sculptured arms that there were seven, 3650|With ivy carved between them, broad and flat, 3650|Among the carven stones, a fair young form 3650|Went up and down, and stood before him there, 3650|With eyes that shone beneath an hundred gems: 3650|The marble floor was never smooth nor keen. 3650|As they came on, they walked upon the floor, 3650|And saw two eyes of azure and of gold 3650|Roll from their marble shoulders. This had been 3650|A palace, and this had a marble block, 3650|That looked the sky through and through into a cave: 3650|The other was encrusted gold and gems, 3650|And golden purple, and all things had wrought 3650|So richly, that the stone had not been there, 3650|But the two basks and the roof was shattered blue. 3650|And as they turned to look in her who stood ======================================== SAMPLE 688 ======================================== 1322|In a manner, a manner that's foreign quite foreign to men. 1322|I wonder if you believe it's ridiculous, I, 1322|A long, long time ago at the fire I played, 1322|In a manner most foreign to me and my children, 1322|With the sharpness, the tang tangents, tangents, 1322|That your ancestors knew and appraised me, 1322|As I played the tent-maker, 1322|With the quaint little horned men 1322|On the gleaming sky and the hollyhocks hanging on high, 1322|In the dingy closet, in the dingy yard, 1322|A meadow full of their colour, with their shadows 1322|Coming out to meet us, 1322|In a new-sharpened and white-washed room, 1322|With the jinglety-jinglety-jingle, 1322|Mottled and feathered and brown and dingy, 1322|And the clatterty-patterty-patterty-patterty-patterty-patterty 1322|With the black-burthened company that came. 1322|Not a thought of complaining, and not a moment 1322|Was left me of the story, 1322|Of the flight and the ruin of Mrs. A. A. 1322|The woman who drove him well and wisely 1322|Had left him his old home, 1322|But the little house HE knew where they lay hidden 1322|In the dingy corner,-- 1322|In the pleasant, pleasant Spring, 1322|With the jinglety-jinglety-jinglety-knockery-knockery-knockery 1322|And the merry dustling, 1322|From among the merry grass. 1322|And the girl of that train came back at evening 1322|To see the little garden full of flowers 1322|Dressed in all her bravest, 1322|With a pretty pocket brimful of crimson velvet, 1322|Smiling sweetly in her sunny smile, 1322|And her merry, laughing lips. 1322|And the girl of that train came back at evening 1322|To hear the thrush, the blue-jay, and the blackbird 1322|Ringing in the branches, 1322|And the thrushes, the jay, 1322|From the orchard and down the lane-- 1322|The robin and the wren, 1322|And the lark, the jay, 1322|To their morning-musing again! 1322|And she came from out the sunny fields, 1322|Her gown of beams for rain, 1322|A gown of innocent cloudlets, 1322|A bodice of lilies, 1322|Quiet and warm again. 1322|And she came from out the rain-clouds, 1322|In the happy season of the year, 1322|Her gown of wool and silken thistles, 1322|Her sunny hair in single fold, 1322|Her crisp white feet and golden anklets, 1322|Her dimpled hands and light, 1322|Her tender, flaxen palms, 1322|Her sweet, round chin, her sidelong glances, 1322|All this she knew, this only, this is she. 1322|And when her feet, like white monks, 1322|Crept down the dewy paths, 1322|Her sudden, irised step was heard, 1322|And a gentle shock of nuns, 1322|With a swinging peal of bells, 1322|Half hymn, half prayer, came o'er that child, 1322|The Virgin's shape, Virginian, wild, 1322|With a wail of worship, wild,-- 1322|Half worship, O Virginius, 1322|With a wail of love and awe. 1322|With a wail of awe and wonder, 1322|Half joy and half compassion, 1322|At the touch of that soft hand, 1322|The Virgin's face, Virginian, 1322|With a wail of love and awe,-- 1322|With a wail of supplications, 1322|With a wail of prayer and praise. 1322|With a wail of broken sweetness, 1322|With a wail of love and awe, ======================================== SAMPLE 689 ======================================== .' 38503|Cf. 'Ea nostri' inquit 'et ist 38503|Perpetu' dixit 'et ist 38503|Dixit 'et nostri meus.' 38503|E cuspide lubrico, eaque eod blinkas 38503|Una timuit tantam: scitenti meam 38503|Quae mihi nuntii sunt tristi'maui' 38503|Et cum dixit 'et ist.' 38503|Fert aperta feri, a nulli sunt 38503|Experta quem pectora lubrica: 38503|'Gloria, quae nunc flammam fluvio 38503|Numen et in genitari.' 38503|Quid ego, 'Dixit 'Ton quam bene vixit' inquit', 38503|Quod ad me Caesar in pectore dixit?' 38503|Haec apor, quo pauper erat potui 38503|Crediderantem meo sumpsit.' 38503|'O praefert mutus mihi 'Gebir saepotorum'-- 38503|'Hi? quod ego Vergilius'-- 38503|'Mihi quidem meus est scit'wick, 'I was at my wits.' 38503|'Non mea domum mea noch mea carmina'-- 38503|'O cinna meorum, poena laeta! 38503|O cinna meorum, poena laeta! 38503|O cinna meorum, poena laeta!' 38503|'Nunc mea domum mea carmina'-- 38503|'Non mea carmina'--' 38503|'Non mea carmina'--' 38503|'Aetas me non tunc muto Cicero, 38503|O cinna meorum, poena laeta! 38503|O cinna meorum, poena laeta!' 38503|Vosne velle mihi dolor mea carmina 38503|Luteumque lione!' 38503|Tu nunc lutea tanta mihi 38503|Caeter tenerum meum-- 38503|Flora me lutea mihi, 38503|O carmina, o te, 38503|Ille velle ego meae, 38503|Saucius, tibi pedes 38503|Saucius, tibi mei. 38503|Carmina videtur suos, 38503|Cecinit viribus; 38503|Carmina canetur suos, 38503|Carmina solve tuis. 38503|Delia, mihi nimi nuntia, 38503|Et tunc tibi sunt mea carmina! 38503|Carmina nidum quicquam carmine: 38503|'Si quidem mea carmina'-- 38503|'Nunc mea carmina'--' 38503|Nulla rosis, nulla rosas, 38503|Cincte meoui tibi carmina 38503|O carmina, o te, 38503|Non me contenta tua carmina 38503|Non me contenta tua carmina, 38503|Ah, me! quamvis pharetra 38503|Non nisi latetur una carmina. 38503|Citer, e meos, deos qui novas, 38503|Sed meos oro te et posito 38503|Luteumque noctis. 38503|Vix I, ut sine mentia, 38503|Fulgente fideli, meos 38503|Luteumque lutea 38503|In quo meum me impida 38503|Esse mihi dici luto. 38503|Haec amem saepe in meo! 38503|Maeonam pastor eris 38503|Ne dii tua carmina 38503|Luteumque leui sinam, 38503|Mihi saeva sororam! 38503|Vivit, et in nuda vistis 38 ======================================== SAMPLE 690 ======================================== . 38529|He had a way of doing just his work, 38529|The work was good, that he was sure to do, 38529|And, therefore, I would have his hand set ope 38529|To what he wished, and with an eye to view 38529|What good it is that he should leave behind 38529|The work was not a bad, a thing to mind. 38529|This being so, he did not care to know 38529|What he should do, or what of what might be 38529|To this fair plan his busy language drew, 38529|And each to each was as the best we see, 38529|And each accosted him as best he knew. 38529|No fault in women, if they ne'er run a read 38529|For want of knowing how to manage them, 38529|And how to manage them, and make them run 38529|By standards they were not so much about 38529|As to produce their charms and keep them fresh. 38529|It is not fair, I know, when such a woman 38529|Would make such good or evil company. 38529|Would you inquire what next I have to say? 38529|I thought so too: but 'tis not fair to wait, 38529|I deem it easy to contrive her out. 38529|It is a neat invention, and no doubt 38529|A woman, as you've heard, might be a match 38529|For many people--and would seem the worst: 38529|Her sex I wish to judge; and such are we, 38529|So let him choose; yet there are scores to see; 38529|Though there's not one that has so soft an air 38529|As, when it turns a yellow purse, to swear 38529|I do believe she does--I hold as clear 38529|As one can prove another. She's not fair 38529|Or very quiet, so I let her see, 38529|If faults be in her conscience. We should say 38529|She was admired by us, and by her way. 38529|But she was charming. It is strange to tell 38529|That men can ever learn a woman so-- 38529|Or know the worst of things. My simple tale 38529|Has often been related to a man 38529|Who needs a wife--but he has none the worse. 38529|My father was too bashful; but the mother, 38529|Who had his fault with half the men, would say 38529|To either sex, it is a mutual jest; 38529|For father claims the mother's heart as theirs. 38529|They'd say that father's life was not for them. 38529|His love for them, their love for them would breed; 38529|His sympathy with them would render sweet, 38529|And they would call him generous if they heard, 38529|Their mother's voice would make them feel for him. 38529|To give a way to them, as well as friends. 38529|I think that father loved the men too much, 38529|Because he had not quite enough to love them. 38529|Yet he was kind to her who had no fault, 38529|And wished to say, they love but what they're worth. 38529|I am not sorry that my mother came 38529|In all that way from father, who loved me too much, 38529|And treated me so gayly, for it's now 38529|I'm off my stage, and gone to make the scene." 38529|She thought it very wrong, the mother's fault; 38529|But then a blush of shame lit up her eyes; 38529|"I am obliged to ask your right--forgive it. 38529|Can you give something better than a kiss, 38529|And then--and then I'll go and ask the question." 38529|But now the speaker in the room was seated 38529|In a dark room upon the floor, whence lay 38529|A desk, long silent, just beneath the walls. 38529|It was a thing of beauty, most desired. 38529|When he had looked into a woman's hand, 38529|He saw the words on which he had not looked. 38529|But in his heart it came, yet not the less, 38529|Though he had worshipped it before too long, 38529|But she seemed kinder when he spoke of it ======================================== SAMPLE 691 ======================================== again, 37389|"Why do you wear your coat?" 37389|_And I have been a lady, as she went seeking to find out that 37389|My little lad of life, 37389|And I'm to be the lady now. 37389|He is so dear to me, 37389|The tiny bud dimples me 37389|A little eft grey aspen tree 37389|And the pale gold that smells of the sea 37389|And the dim gold of the day 37389|And the white gold of the day 37389|And the small red red eyes that watch me. 37389|The little lips, so wide and lithe, 37389|The little eyes that look alive. 37389|The little voice that never a word can reach, 37389|The trembling laugh that ever has no speech. 37389|"The little hand that will never lie," 37389|My little lad of life, 37389|The little arm that never a stone can get, 37389|The little hand will never lie 37389|And the dear one never dry. 37389|_And I know you are the lady o' the little place called fair_ 37389|_Who is she that you can name_ 37389|_Who has loved you, who has heard on earth_ 37389|_The sweetest song that ever was sung,_ 37389|_And heard such song as follows from one 37389|Who sees herself and her dear body set_ 37389|_Within the web of a woman's body._ 37389|_And in her arms, 37389|Whose soft arms were made sweet with smile_ 37389|_Who led her as a slave through paths strange;_ 37389|_And heard her sobbing, strange and low_ 37389|_Until her heart was crushed and sickened_ 37389|_With some strange, sad, sweet strain,_ 37389|_But no one said, nor heeded, no one heard,_ 37389|_For the wild wings died in the garden;_ 37389|_For the red-rose of chivalry over the lea;_ 37389|_Nor the lilies were white as foam on the sea._ 37389|_They were sad, they were seared and red with sorrow,_ 37389|_But some one said, _The end is to-morrow_ 37389|_And for the hope of peace._ 37389|_And a star has been made a star,_ 37389|_And a child has been born an old._ 37389|_They were glad, they were happy, too, to-day,_ 37389|_And you, as the prince they crowned_ 37389|_With the flower of your childhood's prime,_ 37389|_And the flower of the world's great prime._ 37389|I've seen the sunlight as it flowed 37389|Across the heath at even-tide, 37389|To prank the whiten'd fields with dew, 37389|Or light the fire at early sheaf; 37389|And in the water's soft caress 37389|The wild-rose, primrose, violet, 37389|The whitebeam and the red-bud plac'd. 37389|It shone on rocky knoll and lea, 37389|And dreaming lake and forest tree, 37389|It told me the old tales of thee. 37389|It was as pure as thou wast clad, 37389|And lying as the flowers were red, 37389|And dreaming faint, in the wild air, 37389|Of summer thou and I together! 37389|It was as if the whole world's heart 37389|Wandered lavishly along; 37389|As if the whole world's thoughts might dart 37389|From aught to no another's throng. 37389|It was as if the whole world's love 37389|Wandered long ago in pain; 37389|As if the whole world's dreams might prove 37389|The dreams I wept in vain! 37389|I have thought that, with a sigh or two, 37389|A sound came with the one word "Hush"-- 37389|The sound that lulls the sense to rest 37389|With that sweet tone of sobbing: 37389|So still, so far in the unknown, 37389|The music with its murmur on 37389|Its silvery tone of moan. ======================================== SAMPLE 692 ======================================== through the night, 937|He hears the bugles rattle of the guns, 937|He hears their threshers call. 937|He hears the tread of horses under the oak, 937|He hears the long roll drum. 937|He hears the footmen pounding at the doors, 937|He hears a band of cheers: 937|Then goes he through the darkness, hand in hand, 937|And finds his comrade's tears. 937|He sees the green, torn garden, where his thoughts 937|Lay pillowed in delight, 937|He hears the old portmareen, and the rollers, 937|The gallop of the night. 937|"There's music in the distance," he thinks, 937|"There's music in the blue: 937|The old bayonette is playing with the dancers, 937|The lass at window flew. 937|Oh, jes' for the Toppo!" he thinks, to hear her voice, 937|"Oh, jes' for the Toppo!" 937|And he is glad, despite his cruel mien, 937|He thinks he hears her say: 937|"Oh, Jes' for the Toppo, I'm glad, because--I'm glad, 937|Because I hear the play. 937|"But if I give a penny to a man, 937|That isn't fit to live; 937|For if I give a girl a stone to a man, 937|That isn't fit to give. 937|Oh, jes' to have a friend, and when a friend has died, 937|Oh, jes' to have a life! 937|For if I give a bit of stones to a man, 937|That isn't fit to live!" 937|"Ah, Jes'! You do not say that I am bad? 937|"It's more than I can bear. 937|I say it's more than I can bear, in fact, 937|And yet I don't care. 937|"The best that I can bear I really doff 937|Your hat you won't care." 937|Oh, Jes'! You smile that way, and don't you grieve: 937|"I'm not afraid of death. 937|I'll not go down--and let the boys give each his 937|name. 937|They say they hate to give me bread, and don't say I 937|will shirk." 937|Then the blind man came between them, the blind man 937|asked. 937|I think Jes' been a fool to you, and I've never 937|asked! 937|But the children all must feel it.--Gee, you might 937|have seen us go; 937|And the little boys could never hide themselves 937|In tall white houses, where they can't talk 937|of cake. 937|I'm sure that they'll not care. Perhaps they will 937|like us, too, at least; 937|But there's one way, and one that's all that 937|you can do! 937|The little boy with the big, dark eyes, 937|And the little wee bird that sings in the trees, 937|They know the song that you're singing to-day; 937|That you are so fond of my heart and my praise, 937|For all your feathered song, and your praise, 937|And the little wee bird that darts in the sun 937|And darts away! 937|You could sing in your seat, and you know you would 937|understand 937|That you ever were singing so merrily 937|When we sat at the door. 937|But there's no way for a boy in this world 937|Till he's gotten his gold; 937|For we know that he never can bide in his search 937|Till he's always been told. 937|"I can sing of the birds with a wonderful sound, 937|But never such stuff can I find!" 937|In the old, old garden I hear the trees grow 937|And the garden and the lane. 937|I can hear the hum of the multitudinous flow ======================================== SAMPLE 693 ======================================== ; 28666|I will be thy lord and master. Thou shalt hear. 28666|I love thee not. Nay, though I love thee not, 28666|I give thee life. 28666|How should I know that thou art worthy to give? 28666|To give? 28666|To give? 28666|Who gives thee life? 28666|Who takes it not forsakes thee, who obeys thee not? 28666|I hold thee not. 28666|What is thy life? 28666|Art thou the lord of the dark world? 28666|As I am, so I am. 28666|I am the lord upon whose dark world 28666|Thy light lies waned in the west, 28666|And I, alas! even I, even I, am 28666|Thy dawn. 28666|I am the king of the dark world. 28666|I give thee life. 28666|I give thee death. 28666|I give thee death. 28666|I give thee a stone to build on thy grave; 28666|I give thee a kiss to draw thee to me; 28666|I give thee a horse to ride on my knee. 28666|I give thee my voice to love thee to hear; 28666|I give thee a crown to build on thy grave, 28666|With the sea. 28666|I give thee a holly-tree to stand on the hill; 28666|I give thee my hand to make it fall; 28666|I give thee the night and thy light and the day, 28666|My last. 28666|I give thee a life that is fled with the day; 28666|I give thee the surf-gulls to sail away; 28666|I give thee the night and thy light; 28666|I give thee the dawn; I give thee the day; 28666|To the stars; I give thee the star-hued morrow, 28666|My last. 28666|I give thee grey weeds to build on, to dig, 28666|To dig and to dig and to dig and to dig; 28666|I give thee the light and the night; 28666|I give thee the dawn of my light; 28666|I give thee the rose-red morrow, my sun, 28666|My first. 28666|To find thee I take, to find thee not; 28666|For I have found thee, and thou carest not; 28666|Life shall not draw us one to the spot, 28666|But each shall choose his own lot. 28666|Life's name is a word for thee, 28666|As a sign for me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to thee, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign to me, 28666|As a sign unto me, 28666|As a sign unto me, 28666|As ======================================== SAMPLE 694 ======================================== . The ship was filled with people. They looked at 1727|the sails of the ships. He would not listen, but he said, 1727|"Why, all these wandering waves with their murmurings you 1727|may wash away: do not let them come in after years; they 1727|have wasted all their force and now no more will wage the war, 1727|while their ships sail through the main." 1727|Then Ulysses said, "My dear Sir, I am come at last to you. You 1727|must consider whether you can do this or not to keep your 1727|gods in the dark, and whether to shut out the fire upon 1727|this raft or to return to Ithaca; go, therefore, and tell the 1727|old man, while you sit at table, about whether to send people to 1727|the town or to buy them: for many of the ships will crowd into 1727|number three, and the wind will bring you a fair wind and 1727|suggest a delicate wind." 1727|On this the ship sped on her way, and a people came forward as 1727|they met their eyes, and the vessel ran a long way out along 1727|the shore. When they reached Ithaca, they laid their sails 1727|away and took their places on the benches and sitting there on 1727|every side the sea-shore. When they had made ready for the 1727|wasting, they unloosed the sheets from the wains and hoisted the 1727|yarn aloft; and they made a great tripod of oars; and as soon 1727|as they had done so they stretched forth the ship upon the 1727|sea beach. Ulysses caught sight of them and they threw all 1727|themselves upon the sea shore, so he fell a third time amid the 1727|water and drave her back again headlong on, striving to swim 1727|there, and then took her post inside the vessel in the eddy of 1727|the water, and was filled with the dusky clouds, so they 1727|buried him and put him on the isle of Lemnos, where is the 1727|Ilione sea, and the one that bore him, there also he rested 1727|quiet till he had taken his way, and they had now reached the 1727|land of the Leleges. 1727|Then the goddess, grey-eyed Athene, drew near to Ulysses, and 1727|said, "Telemachus, son of Laertes, is it possible that the 1727|gods who live above are wandering alone over the deep water to 1727|make search of the islands? We know the sea is still lying 1727|deep low; they have been absent long time, and have never indeed 1727|come to a point where they have neither ships nor sailors to 1727|disvey their way, or a cargo of horses. They have become many 1727|of the good ship Danaans, but they are not lost either by wind or 1727|water, for they have given on the foreland a ship with oars and 1727|money for her, but now they have come to a bad end. They 1727|are a race of miserable men, but they are lost very wilfully; 1727|more especially those who come after them." 1727|Thus did they converse. The other Achaeans were burying their 1727|comrades and mourning with the servants, along with the servants 1727|they had cut them off from the mast into the sea, but Ulysses 1727|first spake among them, saying, "Son of Laertes, son of Laertes, 1727|what are you talking about? Are you indeed the one of the 1727|those who now lie low and are not dead? Are you also still 1727|hastroned out against the Argives and Trojans? Have you not 1727|yet heard of this to your people and their making, and the 1727|wooers that were with the Trojans against the Argives?" 1727|The men of the old time, when they had hearkened to him, answered 1727|them, but Antinous rebuked them apart. 1727|"Though you were Achilles," replied Antinous, "noble son of 1727|Laertes, I will not make out of you such ======================================== SAMPLE 695 ======================================== |And the winds that blow through the elm tree's boughs 42301|Are like blood, 42301|Dripping hot in a million pieces. 42301|We know very well that all these be 42301|Smallest matters, and so they come to pass 42301|That may take a man's notice: 42301|For a man's i' this world is one on t' other, 42301|Himself and myself, and the world and the world, 42301|And that one for him is, 42301|And that one for me is, 42301|And that he has both my heart and soul; 42301|And that all the rest of the earth and the welkin 42301|Cannot bring even the old man to me 42301|With his wail and lament, 42301|Or his anguish for loss of the world to his own? 42301|But the Lord God at last, 42301|And a spirit so strong, 42301|And a heart so true and so true to his heart 42301|That may cease from the burden of life and of conscience, 42301|As he knows who or what, 42301|And who all the pains of the world can feel. 42301|_I should not go now to Heaven to sing of the love 42301|Which God has forsaken me, when I forget 42301|To pour forth my heart in its innocent spring. 42301|I am weary and sad, 42301|And cannot think of you, 42301|Life has long been so dark 42301|And still darkens it now. 42301|God give me a cell 42301|Where I may sleep awhile 42301|And hear the melody 42301|Of the angels singing there. 42301|I would my heart could weep 42301|When my own heart grows cold 42301|And under that possess 42301|The wild things who were made 42301|Be it love, or love, or prayer, 42301|I should never think it fair. 42301|I would my heart had room 42301|For a minute's deep repose, 42301|To the touch of that strange 42301|And lovely presence flows; 42301|Or a minute's languor, 42301|And a minute's holy bliss, 42301|Were a rapture to the rose. 42301|I would my heart had room 42301|For a minute's deep repose 42301|In a silent tenderness 42301|Which cannot bear the rose. 42301|O lovely eyes! when life is over, 42301|And, like the bloom of Summer's roses, 42301|The sky and the earth grow bright and brighter 42301|Because their love is your life. 42301|I would my heart had room 42301|For a minute's deep repose, 42301|To the thrill of Nature's tone, 42301|To the thrill of human love, 42301|To the joy of a seraph's tongue, 42301|To the thrill of a moment when earth and heaven 42301|Can only be heard in the deep re-birth 42301|Of the rapture of heaven above: 42301|To the birth-throes of heaven above, 42301|By the heart of the angels given, 42301|To the heart of the soul of the man 42301|Who has quaffed it, and then despised it, 42301|A human and mortal child. 42301|The world is tired of war, 42301|And soldiers leave their rest 42301|In crowded church-yards, where their wives 42301|Have knelt to pray for one of their lives. 42301|Yet the world is tired of war, 42301|And warriors leave their rest. 42301|The world is tired of soldiers, 42301|And the flags go down the roads; 42301|And the flags go down the roads, 42301|And the men go up the hill, 42301|And the soldier's breast is faint 42301|With weariness and ill. 42301|_Yet I would not ask to shine, 42301|If the heroes that we meet, 42301|Who have loved the boys of mine 42301|Have never quite forgot._ 42301|I am weary of my country, 42301|I would that it were mine, 42301|I would find another country, 42301|And see another shine. 42301|I know that ======================================== SAMPLE 696 ======================================== , 33089|He had left to drift and drift in the darkling waters' 33089|That the water might not pierce the boat of Inchige, 33089|While the fishes were watching at their fish-boats, 33089|And the salmon were pondering amid their hunger; 33089|And the boat, the boat, was quite ready, 33089|And was ready for the sea. 33089|Wainamoinen, mindful, heard their counsels; 33089|Wisely he the minstrel answered: 33089|"We perhaps shall make the progress, 33089|And obtain the prize from Northland, 33089|For our courteous entertainment, 33089|From the people here on ocean. 33089|Let us all combine the Sampo, 33089|Hammer them upon both sides, 33089|That the prize may be the greater, 33089|Or the greater be the less." 33089|Wainamoinen now departed 33089|From the course for Kalevala, 33089|Empty-handed and unhappy, 33089|From the sea, without his hat off, 33089|And without his mantle cover. 33089|Spake the ancient Wainamoinen, 33089|Spake these words in supplication: 33089|"Ukko, thou, of Gods the highest, 33089|Hear thou in the clouds the story, 33089|From the first that thaws the sunlight, 33089|From the second of the thunder, 33089|Or of thaws the evil swallow, 33089|When the Sampo sails in pieces. 33089|Come I quickly, and commanded, 33089|Lead the way to higher ether, 33089|Or the lowest fog may hide me, 33089|Or a second time enlighten. 33089|In the air the cloud-clouds hide me, 33089|In the deep the cloud waves screen me, 33089|That the harp may not abandon, 33089|Nor the instrument resound me, 33089|That the harp may miss my power, 33089|Since I can command the nag-current. 33089|Swiftly sails the magic vessel, 33089|Swiftly swings the magic vessel, 33089|With the force impossible, 33089|And revolves the magic vessel; 33089|But the harp is deaf to fish-pongs, 33089|And the harp no song advances. 33089|When our coursers' feet are weary, 33089|And the feet are worn and wearied, 33089|Then the wizard harp we tune up, 33089|Till at length we find the vessel, 33089|Firmly fastened to the kantele. 33089|In the yard, by shafts uplifted, 33089|When the first time he has lighted, 33089|Slipping out the reins of ether, 33089|With his golden locks uncovered, 33089|We retire to Valevala, 33089|With the force attained by singing; 33089|There our songs of love are chanted, 33089|There are songs and incantations, 33089|In the air the songs are moving, 33089|In the kantele in concord. 33089|"Then to Vellut, go thou youngest, 33089|There to hear the pleasant singing, 33089|Learn the instrument that cleaves thee, 33089|And admit the magic vessel; 33089|Open wide the mouth of cloudland, 33089|Let it pass the cloud-land portals, 33089|That it may escape the evil, 33089|May behold the bad pursuing." 33089|Sampsa Pekko, slender-shining, 33089|Then began as follows talking, 33089|On the fog-point jutting headlands, 33089|On the borders of the lowlands; 33089|In the air awhile was floating, 33089|On the curving of the sea-foam, 33089|Turning round upon its journey, 33089|Waves awhile its wondrous shadow, 33089|Then it hastens on its journey 33089|Softly to the island-dwellings; 33089|On the flower-beds, waves of fragrance, 33089|Thou hast laid the harp of fish-bone. 33089|When the harp of fish was finished, 33089|Then upon the ======================================== SAMPLE 697 ======================================== of his brother's face; he bowed 34298|In humble supplication, and his eyes 34298|Were fill'd with faith. "What if, oh stranger, thou 34298|Shouldst give my daughter back again? Can _he_ 34298|Repent the wrong? The _can_ it not disgrace, 34298|That thou hast wrong'd her? I will crush the shame, 34298|The affront, the infamy, the wrong, the scorn 34298|I will inflict on her--the endless shame. 34298|Oh! be with me, my father! and the world 34298|Forget the maiden, if my daughter's hand 34298|O'errule not; let me turn the nobler man, 34298|Ungrateful boy, into the father's heart, 34298|To calm the storm of his revengeful ire. 34298|Father, he shall not dread thy wrath, but keep, 34298|Even at the altar, holy, sacrifice 34298|Purchased; and thou,--how proud, and he obeyed, 34298|Not dare to touch it,--shalt thy lip repress, 34298|Icarius! and, when this canst go, oh keep 34298|The vow to me so sacred, that her brow 34298|Shall deepen as thy kisses. So this prayer 34298|Will vanish from the altar;--they who own 34298|That such a vow was made, should learn to use 34298|A God-like title, if--O man,--I know 34298|Their destiny is mine! to what dark shrine 34298|Shall I the sacred shrine devoutly bow? 34298|Shall my poor image in the shadows lie, 34298|And yet the image so divinely die, 34298|That all beneath the shrine of holiest love 34298|I may behold, and yet adore above, 34298|The shrine of sacred worship? Love, alone, 34298|Hath but one victim,--and my wish is gone." 34298|He spoke; the winds were hushed; the Sabbath tide 34298|No longer stirred; a silence in the air 34298|Fixt the dire pomp of that festivity, 34298|As if the priest revolved; and, to be there 34298|For the first time, among the gorgeous guests, 34298|The bridegroom, the great bride, with eyes that read 34298|Their features in the living book of life, 34298|Bent on his knee, with a soft, conquering look, 34298|And breathless, arms that spake but for a prayer, 34298|And the small shadow of their lovely guide, 34298|Took up the last words of the stern rebuke, 34298|And, with soft fingers, and sweet human speech, 34298|Guided the frail form on the still road, beneath 34298|The shadow of the foliage. All the air 34298|Quivered with the mystic glory of her hair, 34298|And the young sunlight on the waters stole 34298|Like a faint shadow o'er them, and it seemed 34298|All heaven and earth and the whole universe 34298|Did one thick glory shed, as earth--earth--the air-- 34298|Sank into silent shadows, and the gleam 34298|Smote on their dazzled faces, and the dream 34298|Of space and life and nature seemed to blend 34298|With spiritual essence, and there was no strife 34298|Save for a moment's silence everywhere. 34298|At length, with quickened thrill, I saw the sun, 34298|Pale, yet as loth to leave those upland fields 34298|As on his course to seek the twilight still,-- 34298|The land of light and movement, of the morn, 34298|Inexplicable midst of Nature born, 34298|And dawn and sunset, and a sea of dreams,-- 34298|Nor ceased to be, nor ceased to be to be,-- 34298|The wind, and the sun's kiss, and the smile, and the beam, 34298|And the light's soul, and the pure smile of the moon, 34298|And the light's life, and the light's essence too. 34298|I thought then, when from the swift-steppëd car 34298|The long black passage of heaven's mid-sea blue, 34298 ======================================== SAMPLE 698 ======================================== ._ 30282|Þe{n}ne þe lorde þe schyrste ne wysse, 30282|W{i}t{h} þe wyȝe þe ȝeplem he scha syȝt; 30282|He wendeȝ not i{n} þat lyked w{i}t{h}-i{n}ne 30282|For he wendeȝ v{us} hevyn hy{m} to-clere, 30282|& þe wy{n}nesly wyþed þe wod re{n}ne. 30282|Þe{n}ne arisly w{i}t{h}-i{n}ne watȝ neu{er} 30282|Þe wyȝe w{i}t{h}-i{n}ne þe wyȝe wroȝt; 30282|Þe{n}ne þe wyȝe w{i}t{h}-i{n}ne watȝ þe more, 30282|Þe wyȝe w{i}t{h}-i{n}ne þe wy{n}nesse of wyrst. 30282|Þe wyȝe wylful wyȝt þat stod of wyth, 30282|Vpon þe wyȝe wyȝe wern þat þe wawl, 30282|Þe wyȝe w{i}t{h} þe þrydde his Ile wore, 30282|In vche a vnet i{n} his arm& he layd, 30282|A lyttel drau{er}ande to-rent; 30282|The fyrst þe on heuen bitwene wern, 30282|Al sou{n}dely i{n} atraked eu{er} to þe wawl, 30282|W{i}t{h} þat wykked w{i}t{h}-outen w{i}t{h}-wyrme. 30282|Þe wyȝe wyȝe wer com fro þe wraste, 30282|Fested for þe wyȝe w{i}t{h}-outen fest, 30282|Fled neu{er} so wony a wyr neu{er} so hyȝe, 30282|Þat wyl hyȝe kynde to hit agayn, 30282|Er he at any wylde cou{n}cyateȝ 30282|By ryȝt of her wylle al to-geder, 30282|To her hert-ful gulte{n}t as hyȝe þe duche, 30282|“Kyte loue, lorde þe lof þat vp-saylȝ þe proues, 30282|Þat eu{er} gose to my lorde þat þ{o}u be wroȝt, 30282|& sayl þ{o}u hyȝest to haf hym a þryd, 30282|Ȝif hit schal to-warde his breste & his wylle, 30282|Ȝif hit be wroȝt so to my lorde, 30282|Þat oȝt he not trauþeȝ & his sorwe, 30282|& þer he schal lyfte i{n} gylty{n}g mony a longe day; 30282|Bot he schal saue it þe more & more, 30282|& he schal haf fou{m}ly mony a borȝe{n}g to his wylle; 30282|& ay þe wyȝe wern boȝt at vtterly ho{ur}eres, 30282|For þe wyȝe wyȝe schulde neu{er} ily wryte, 30282|“Bifore þe wyȝe no fere w{i}t{h}-outen spotte? ======================================== SAMPLE 699 ======================================== . If one ask'd why, he surely would. 8789|From horn to horn, with solemn voice, it spake; 8789|"Let it behoveth err in Science, because 8789|He reach'd the depth of Plutus. Within each orb 8789|I saw that radiant beam, who, as he pass'd, 8789|With his fair light far-sparkling. Bernard first 8789|By the great mantle's Tyber, on whose top 8789|Was pannier by his shoulders, compass'd all, 8789|And to mine eyes and forehead ow'd a robe 8789|With fold and gold all studded, e'en as he, 8789|Who every want and sorrow did regale. 8789|When down the flore, his vest and braidlet, lo 8789|A maiden walk'd majestic; by that light 8789|Vanish'd, as she was seen, the Paphian Queen. 8789|When I had cast my view far down the hill, 8789|O'er which the lovely creature seem'd to stand, 8789|Mine eyes, that in its freedom wild had ranged, 8789|Had left me by the river, that clear blood 8789|Stain'd the gnarl'd bones. Thenceforth my view, I know, 8789|From the sole source of knowledge, hope to spring. 8789|From a full palm's girdle round the form 8789|Was pannier far than that of widow'd maid, 8789|Whose dainty comely brow, and slender neck 8789|So slender, that beneath their bending plumes 8789|The rest were colour'd." A delicious smile 8789|Came o'er his cheek, then spake he: "Sister! think 8789|How I, thy humbled slave, was snatch'd away, 8789|What time I stood in the' orison, my Master, 8789|By thy sweet looks, sustain'd not night nor day. 8789|But lose I not, and lose a life, that cast thee 8789|Once more on th' Or distraught pictures of the past. 8789|So had'st thou liv'd there, but that thy thought did lead thee 8789|Forth from on high, all eager to be gone; 8789|So had'st thou mounted on thy mighty wing, 8789|And brought�ondura's pinnace from the haven down 8789|Beyond the sea, and brought the shrines and pines 8789|Of the high city. Thou to us thyself 8789|Wert destin'd guide, and I did follow thee. 8789|But that unerring and mysterious law, 8789|Which is the world's extremest secret known, 8789|Doth, as the promontory leans to, fix 8789|As now on this proud theme, its final aim. 8789|Wherefore doth fault of ours, our feet thus set, 8789|Circean vengeance, ours despoil and chide us?" 8789|So she in scorn. But when I saw and heard 8789|Thenceforth her words, with more submissive joy 8789|I answer'd: "Declare, asrup, who are they, 8789|That one is he, so white, so light, so black? 8789|Wherefore doth fault of ours, from other show, 8789|That man o'ertaketh the creation twice?" 8789|To whom I thus: "One through denial 8789|And through all number of the chosen people 8789|Faith in his seed hath wrought, fell down to this 8789|Out of the world's high way: he first upleap'd 8789|The sails of our first parent, that with us 8789|This covers of the evil that was carv'd, 8789|To spread the couch for our delight, when heaven 8789|Gave kindly a light, that on his son he light 8789|May shine, when all satiety and love were gay. 8789|But yester-morn I left him, and he left me, 8789|When sooth, my equal: for he gave me right 8789|To follow him, in right worthy of rev'rence. 8789|Nor may I tell of him, how haply he 8789|Abus'd those ills in heart, which ne'er with me ======================================== SAMPLE 700 ======================================== . 31594|SCHOLO. But why the song? 31594|Beneath the world's unheeding eye, 31594|One thought has passed beyond recall, 31594|A thought has passed beyond recall. 31594|SCHOLO. Then let this memory falter! 31594|Hear what once happened! 31594|SCHOLO. The past is like a dream 31594|That o'er a fairy Ellen passed, 31594|And though the past hath passed away, 31594|How wondrous yet the future may 31594|In future rise before my eye, 31594|When first the vision of the past 31594|Hath reached its magic and its doom! 31594|And time will speak it like a leaf 31594|Shaped in the middle of a tomb! 31594|SCHOLO. I see it as it fell, 31594|In that same grave, at break of day, 31594|With all its ancient friends of old, 31594|In a dark house upon the hill, 31594|Beset by many an aged tree, 31594|And by the long and dreary bar, 31594|From many a hamlet, many a glen, 31594|Through the still evening, 31594|Singing how beautiful was time, 31594|How beautiful is nature then, 31594|In this calm spot! 31594|SCHOLO. Thou look'st around, 31594|With a sad and pensive look, 31594|But with thine eyes a tear is found, 31594|And it is not my wonted theme, 31594|But a solemn stillness came 31594|O'er the still meadows of the soul, 31594|When 'twas summer-time at even-time. 31594|"My thoughts," I said, "are beautiful; 31594|But wouldst thou pluck thy favorite rose?"-- 31594|And the rose he took,-- 31594|I was a careless child,--so ran 31594|To woo and win my gentle bride 31594|To-day beside her father's knee, 31594|While, heedless of his father's care, 31594|I watched the happy hours of youth, 31594|Nor dreamt of comfort there. 31594|Methinks I see her still, 31594|--So beautiful is she;-- 31594|The shadow of a holy cross 31594|Across her looks a solemn sea, 31594|That is the sign to me! 31594|It was the vision of an innocent child,-- 31594|A lovely, innocent angel,-- 31594|Whom the same silent saints adore 31594|By night and day adore. 31594|O happy mother! where is she? 31594|Among her children hast thou ever smiled? 31594|Not many years ago 31594|We were together in the shade, 31594|Hushing the murmur of the brook 31594|From lip to lip, from wood to wood, 31594|And singing all the pauses of the breeze, 31594|When they were chanting in the trees 31594|The Psalmist's lay! 31594|When a shade of parting might be seen 31594|In formless, hopeless agony, 31594|As if the spirit of the past 31594|Had suddenly arisen, as of old, 31594|And from the dead 31594|Were almost faded away 31594|As leaves of a dead tree, 31594|The voice of one of those sweet birds 31594|Came to me from the grove 31594|Silent and clear. 31594|I saw them in the light, 31594|Gazing at him in silence, 31594|And I said, "It is a spirit, 31594|Silent and dead!" 31594|"O thou strong man, what ails thee? 31594|Dost thou not hear the moaning 31594|Of the dark night air?" 31594|"It is the voice of the child, 31594|Silent and dead!" 31594|"It was the instrument of life 31594|Moving in harmony, 31594|Sweeping the chords from the living chord 31594|Like the soul's chords, leaving the whole 31594|Awakened by the living song; 31594|Moving in power to take up 31594|Every melodious impulse, ======================================== SAMPLE 701 ======================================== of all souls which love our world, 36661|And, like our love of God, our own, this love, 36661|Which makes us one, in this, our universe. 36661|And when I see the light and music from 36661|Above, and breathe without, and know the soul, 36661|With light and love, and peace, my heart becomes 36661|Laid with a little world of melody 36661|Where every other finds it in the heart. 36661|"Love is the perfect, all perfection, 36661|Which, like the stars, makes heaven below; 36661|A law that makes all glories near it, 36661|And bids the sun shine on--love's perfect crown." 36661|This, this, my love to me is come for, this, 36661|And it's my wish, my heart, to have it in tune, 36661|And so to-night you'll find me all alone, 36661|In that supreme, divine, perfect, old world 36661|Where beauty is the only thing I have. 36661|Where beauty is the only thing I have. 36661|When I have looked on it, I've felt it too, 36661|And now, alone again, I'm as alone: 36661|It calls for me to come and hear its voice, 36661|And calls for me to dwell in it and sing; 36661|To find God's glory in it all night long. 36661|When I shall hear it, I shall tell God's love, 36661|And make a song for the world that's there, 36661|And all the stars above-- 36661|_Love for my love's voice, oh, where shall sing 36661|My soul of song?_ ... _The world is old, John,_ 36661|_And I am chill_.--_"Sweet, is it not so fair 36661|A little while when life is like a spring?_ 36661|_Now I shall call on man--but look not cold,_ 36661|_It is not to be told that he did sing?_ 36661|_So in my heart I sing, my only song._ 36661|And I shall have my crosses where the flowers 36661|Lift up their heads to let them kiss the sun; 36661|I shall have plenty one to look on too, 36661|And weary, weary even to the tomb. 36661|The grass is green upon the old man's path, 36661|The sun has set, and on his heart there beats 36661|The pulse of life, and yet his love remains 36661|A garden perfect, where he may inhale 36661|The rapture of its breath, and catch the scent 36661|Of happy sunshine and a broader life, 36661|And find a richer harvest than he dreams. 36661|I have no thought but that the living eyes, 36661|Of all their beauty, are not half so sad 36661|As are the eyes, whose depths are pure and deep, 36661|And that the heart, that has created joys 36661|Too deep for tears, that only grow more deep 36661|For its own weight of care, is full of grief. 36661|I have no thought but that the living eyes 36661|In all their depths may see the same sweet smile 36661|Of childhood with the happy children of 36661|Their hearts, and hope for ever there to weep. 36661|And I shall hear the little feet that beat 36661|Upon the garden wall, and they will keep 36661|The earth for which I have a yearning look. 36661|I will keep loving eyes to keep them clear 36661|Between the dim and flowerless April leaves 36661|That never shall be culled, 36661|With smiles for ever out of sight of me, 36661|To bless them with their ever brightening light. 36661|I shall be taught submission to the earth, 36661|And honors such as angels feel to gain 36661|From me, and to fulfil the wish I have. 36661|My heart shall never hate nor hate, until 36661|It has a tender yearning, golden, deep, 36661|And for it comes a sense of glad surprise 36661|That makes me wonder while it vainly tries 36661|To read my heart's thoughts, in the meeting skies. 36661|When I shall learn my heart to love ======================================== SAMPLE 702 ======================================== . 30494|We shall have room to drop our earthly ball, 30494|And see our work to do some harm and harm, 30494|Without the will divine of God. I call, 30494|And bid the angel of the King draw near, 30494|Who waits with me so long, and feels so dear, 30494|I cannot keep it, not the wish to dare, 30494|But bid its agony be added to, 30494|That must be taught a duty for the day. 30494|The thought of it is but a foolish chase, 30494|A thought of it be all for which we pray, 30494|That sends our beating hearts each May-day's grace, 30494|To those who sorrow, and who joy at night. 30494|We can see no one. No one sees. 30494|We can see no one. 30494|There is no one. 30494|How shall we go thus, O Lord? to find 30494|No one? no one. 30494|O how shall we, then, go, thou God-loved man, 30494|To whom the living, the dead, and the dead can say 30494|That we can do no more 30494|Than, without hope, it will be so; 30494|That we can neither say 30494|We are lost, nor got back again, nor can be found, 30494|But, every day, drop within drop on the ground. 30494|The seed-pods, these are the holy hands, 30494|The holy eyes, the ever-praying eyes, 30494|The voices sweet, the laughter free to spend, 30494|And then come back again to bless the day 30494|That gave the first sad action, the last sad flower, 30494|For here the earth, the sky, 30494|And the little plumes that go to and fro, 30494|Shall yet be seen 30494|Sitting on the ground. 30494|But after the work is ended, 30494|And the shadows over the ways fall one by one, 30494|And the light from the lamp in the leaden west 30494|Shines out on the sifted fields a star, 30494|And the earth looks warm and white. 30494|From far and near I hear the noise: 30494|Where is my home? Has any one been there? 30494|'Tis the land. 'Tis the land. 30494|'Tis the land I love. 30494|'Tis not the place. 30494|'Tis the land I love. 30494|'Tis not the tree. 30494|'Tis the plant and flower of my father's land. 30494|Now I must turn the leaves aside, 30494|And leave my father's lodge to seek. 30494|He has gone forth from the place and left me. 30494|I can have no one there; I know no one: 30494|Yet some have seen, and others thought it best 30494|To turn away from their old rest. 30494|I can have no one there. 30494|'Tis some strange thing, 30494|And I wonder, did they know, that day 30494|When they brought home their own? 30494|No, it is the land. 30494|'Tis a land not like mine. 30494|'Tis the sea. 30494|It rises with the rose, 30494|And opens its blue eyes 30494|With peat-shower and light; 30494|And through the leaves of it, 30494|All softly, it creeps up and round, 30494|And down at one o'clock, 30494|And into the waves of it, 30494|And into the waves of it, 30494|And out at the first omen: 30494|But it is only the land. 30494|I have the tree. 30494|It keeps me silent. 30494|I hold my shut lips to my forehead, 30494|I press and whisper to my heart's deep peace 30494|And am vibrant with a music in my ear 30494|That makes even our Gods happy to the dead 30494|After their journey, in the greenwood. 30494|'Tis hard for the Fool to be courted, 30494|But often I think it becomes him ======================================== SAMPLE 703 ======================================== , the 22421|_Nec superstes_ of a name, a name which it might wear 22421|With all the world. A name might suit a man's desire 22421|Awhile to be exalted to the throne of mighty Jove, 22421|And when, if he did not look, he'd turn his eyes to mine. 22421|_Nec superstes_, &c. 22421|Why should I part from thee 22421|In all the pomp and show 22421|Of the proud festive crew, 22421|Beauty,--all gilded glories of the earth, 22421|And rich embroiderings of the bridal bed embroidered? 22421|Why should I part from thee, 22421|Whose burning heart should beat 22421|To its full throb, and come 22421|Like a young maid with feathered feet? 22421|Why should I part from thee, 22421|Whose burning heart should beat 22421|To its full throb, and come 22421|Like a young maid with feathered feet? 22421|Why should I part from thee, 22421|For now I know thy heart, 22421|As of a doting slave, 22421|Who with soft arms erecting o'er 22421|Holds thee his victim to his greedy idol. 22421|_Nec superstes_, etc. 22421|From thee I've learned that face to come, 22421|Like the fair Ph[oe]nix' daughter, 22421|With whom all Rome was once ashamed, 22421|Or that it had not shunned 22421|To speak of prince or peer, 22421|That now with busy hand is laid 22421|To win the world's applause: 22421|For no sure art of modern Rome 22421|Could ever match, I ween, 22421|That such a nose no eyes betray, 22421|Or that the courtly manners were so rare; 22421|In every age, and every country, 22421|Nature had e'er been queen: 22421|And therefore now alone I must 22421|(Though without duty) further plead, 22421|And love obeying unto thee, 22421|Who mad'st me as thy self, 22421|That I did love thee, as I do love thee. 22421|There is something in this poem which is here translated, which even 22421|places,--'In the deep waters' slumber, 22421|With her bowery trees at rest. 22421|There was an hour's silence in the East, 22421|And, musing where the sun hung low, 22421|I seemed to hear the soft soft sigh 22421|Of gentle winds between the West, 22421|And the soft music of her birds, 22421|As sweetly to his murmur made 22421|As though they loved her for their loves, 22421|Yet never any peace that's there, 22421|But they were rich with all their bliss, 22421|And so the weary Earth took part 22421|With the bright day's departing light, 22421|That, on the morrow, longed to kiss 22421|The sweet night's fingers freshly white: 22421|And in their rapture he beheld 22421|Celestial Beauty's self renewed, 22421|With new celestial hope still woo'd 22421|To dwell amid celestial spheres, 22421|And all her ministers, who stood 22421|Where she had made her heaven by love 22421|Breathe through each orb a pure above. 22421|I saw a radiant throng appear 22421|Therein, like Graces, to receive 22421|Their favour, to receive their King, 22421|And crown him with Elysian joy; 22421|And one, that waited on his birth, 22421|In gentle garb, was given to earth 22421|To be the sleep of this fair Elf, 22421|And so to live in unconfin'd 22421|From their bright union. They were form'd 22421|To be the bliss of this blest morn, 22421|And ever with immortals blest, 22421|Who thus had drawn the enraptur'd East. 22421|My darling child, what saw'st thou there? 22421|The star, the little child, ador'st 22421|The sun, ======================================== SAMPLE 704 ======================================== , the great god, who loves to give 937|His mighty hand, in the end o' the day 937|When death's and danger shall be near his way 937|So that the soul must part to the soul alone, 937|And the slow scroll rung with love's own undertone. 937|Now one to death: another still: the strife 937|And the long pageant fills the vesper hour: 937|For the great God is with you, who in Heaven 937|Have passed to His eternal sovereignty 937|From the far circle of the present dust: 937|The love too great for this world's heart to bear, 937|That, as it were a temple on the Mount, 937|Were sanctified within Thee, as in I 937|The temple-arch, that we should win thy grace. 937|For Thee must the veil break, and the soul be whole. 937|Thy work, Thy joy, Thy world was woven of thee: 937|What ails earth now, without thee, without thee. 937|How shall we ever count thee fair and free, 937|Or curse Thee naked? Scarce can mortality 937|Seem the mere echoes of another day 937|That has not proved thee unabsurd to-day. 937|Not once shall we believe that thou and I 937|Shall strike for ever; no, not once, for naught: 937|Thou, that hast been thy servant, and hast striven 937|For the truth born of God, by right of Heaven; 937|That from her virgin bosom and her brow 937|Thou hast received for ever, and made whole 937|Of all men's destinies, the best of Thine. 937|Therefore the stars shall speak of thee benign, 937|And woman's faith sustain thee, and thy truth 937|Her word fulfil, each feature of the scene. 937|Then shall creation know it; in thy face 937|The saintly soul of womanhood shall stand, 937|And in the vision of thine earnest face 937|The look of God's pure image rest at hand. 937|And from the inward life of flesh shall spring 937|A beauty, such as earth can never wear, 937|A heavenly calm, that neither grief nor care 937|Can pierce, or cross, in days of trial, there. 937|Therefore the angels of the race divine 937|With hymns like these shall touch thine antediluvian mine. 937|Then all the worlds, whose course is run aright, 937|With their own light shall kindle song and praise, 937|And sing in triumph on the conqueror's might, 937|And smile and praise by the triumphant ways 937|Of those, the only unapproachable, who have gone before. 937|Till the freed soul, from fetters that control 937|Their separate souls, shall cry to Christ in truth, 937|And praise him and rejoice at times to-day, 937|And call his victories to the steadfast youth 937|Who, as he calls for help, has touched their destinies. 937|As the bird prays to the sun, 937|Over the clouds he goes, 937|Lamenting the past in sighs 937|Over the clouds he goes. 937|He came to the door of the wood, 937|To the hall where all was still, 937|But the people heard him not, 937|They never saw his sign, 937|They never saw the hall 937|Unless he came from the wood. 937|When earth was young with his sweet love, 937|And his smile was as the dove, 937|There in the shade of a green bough 937|The old King careless stood. 937|The King has decked his green bower-cell, 937|The King has wrought his shroud, 937|But the people hear his taper, 937|The people see the cloud. 937|And the mountain, cold and grey, 937|Is cold the monument at night, 937|Where once the moss-red lichened wall 937|Was cleft and made at midnight, 937|A great and secret hall 9 ======================================== SAMPLE 705 ======================================== ! be of good cheer, 27739|And we'll have a goodly rain-proof wreath 27739|That shall hang round you all the year long, 27739|That the weather may fall a good yeoman, 27739|So we'll give him an an iron clowp-dope 27739|That shall heal you and your poor self again. 27739|And when you have scraped your shirt away 27739|Something will be left, not half so sure, 27739|Something will be left you not worth while 27739|As to pull your shirt from off you's skirt 27739|And take another piece with strong hand to help you, 27739|Then the poor things will never get their share 27739|Of your compassion for each single day 27739|That comes on poor man's backs of wretchedness, 27739|And you will scarcely come to help you in your wear. 27739|How much of Godhood did it cost 27739|For one who lived at Blenheim then, 27739|Who took no heed of the least ill, 27739|So that the journey might be trifle, till he grew to men. 27739|And even now the children are 27739|Most hopeful people, and they say 27739|You are a Christian, and your words are very like advice 27739|To follow your own true sign and line 27739|By which you learn to wear your weariness until you tire; 27739|For the little birds that build upon the boughs of life 27739|Are like nests among the leaves, and you 27739|Can teach them all to sing a song most fit for all good-will; 27739|And they tell you, as you drink your health in water, 27739|That there has yet some good for man, 27739|And so of you a sign, it will be the sign, 27739|To have to wear it for your soul, 27739|And you will find some life more sweet than life, 27739|And that your soul is pure and free, 27739|And so of your separated soul must die, 27739|And you will live while there are no more tears in you, 27739|And I who am no more the Christ than you, 27739|May live while you are dead and whole again. 27739|I am weary of the world, 27739|I long for the calm and peace 27739|Of all the years that are to be, 27739|And that is the last of these. 27739|I long to be a pagan, 27739|I long to be a pagan. 27739|O, the world is full of soldiers! 27739|And the world has room for lords! 27739|I long for a Christ by birth, 27739|And the Devil's gold hath rustled, 27739|And the Cross is not yet worn; 27739|For God's Son takes the morning 27739|With a whole heart in His breast, 27739|And dreams of the Christ by birth 27739|In a world to be at rest. 27739|The long days of the rain 27739|Have drawn their length athwart 27739|The little crosses into the meadows, 27739|And still the birds are singing: 27739|The green-clad children sing; 27739|And sweet and low the greyabbals, 27739|And sweet the quiet winds, 27739|In the quiet summer night. 27739|It was a little chapel, 27739|And a small, cool tower, 27739|And the church-bells was telling 27739|The story of the hour, 27739|Who walked with the saints in Heaven 27739|As one that had been sleeping. 27739|A small pale woman bent her head, 27739|A low, pink, ivory lady 27739|Cried, as her lover entered: 27739|"Why dost thou wait with the saints in Heaven, 27739|And dost not catch the Bell?" 27739|"Because," said the bells, 27739|"That question is all too long; 27739|And why should the church-bells ring?" 27739|But the bells have not yet answered. 27739|And the great doors shut, 27739|And the people do not know 27739|The meaning of the bell, 27739|And the meaning of the bell. 27739|There's a pause in this room-- 27739| ======================================== SAMPLE 706 ======================================== , the fair flower of a fair girl's breast, 24405|And the first love in life that breaks in its own. 24405|When I had come down from my love's crown, 24405|I should have kissed it, dear, in love: 24405|If I had kissed it I could not know, 24405|For my love's sake, how could I feel 24405|That any touch of mine could wake 24405|That I could take as I would take! 24405|But the wind has taken my long, dark sleep 24405|And the dark night coming on too soon. 24405|Oh, if God will it, dear, when I shall cry 24405|At some last requiem o'er the sea, 24405|Or in some last resting place, as I 24405|Will cry, through the last agony, 24405|"The love I cherished in a past delight, 24405|Hers and mine in the dark ages long: 24405|Now I know not if it be, as I 24405|Know now it is not, if it be not love, 24405|But this world once swept and us love hath." 24405|As a great roaring sea, when the winds blow 24405|And the storm falls with a great roar, 24405|Will, when the waves are at their worst, make all the land 24405|Our hearts leap to their estrange, 24405|And our hearts leap with a mighty overflow 24405|When the storm falls with a great noise. 24405|Not for the rush of steeds or of trumpet that bray 24405|And the battle-cry rang through the hills, 24405|But for one mighty blast that blew from the heavens, 24405|The far-heard cry of the blast that swells 24405|From the dark south, and swept it toward us, and made 24405|The darkness, the thrill and the dark roar, 24405|Our home, or our world of the sea, were afar 24405|To which they were loosed from us now and to this. 24405|Like the voice of the wind from the mouths of the sea 24405|When the wind's breath is cold and tame, 24405|Our voices speak to us ever, in flashing and foam 24405|Like the voice of a wind in the storm. 24405|As a great roaring sea, when the winds blow, and the spray 24405|Leaps out and sweeps 'neath us and shakes 24405|With his surges smite off the strand, 24405|As a wave that is burst on a beach when its spray 24405|Is shattered and down on the sands 24405|Of the sea that is nameless and out of the sea, 24405|So a voice cries to us, 'Come out of Thy foam, 24405|I am waiting for Death within my heart.' 24405|As a great roaring sea, when the winds blow, 24405|And the foam is white and the spray bursts, 24405|So a voice cries to us, 'Come out of Thy foam, 24405|I am waiting for Death at my side.' 24405|As a great roaring sea, when the weather is bleak 24405|Or the breakers break toward the land, 24405|So a voice cries 'I am in unto My ship, 24405|I am waiting for Death in my hand.' 24405|As a sea that is struck by a hand that is weak 24405|Or wracked with might of the sun, 24405|As a wind blown by a face that is pale 24405|And writhing its body undone, 24405|Shall we stand in the awful Presence of Death 24405|When the storm and the wind sweep us all apart? 24405|Or is it Thy hand that is cold and harsh, 24405|And the cry that our hearts have wailed above, 24405|And the shriek that we utter is this, that we hear, 24405|"If a wave should fret or a wave should sigh 24405|Or a hair should fret or a face should cry 24405|And the voice cry once more to Thee, Saviour, I-- 24405|If Thou wert the wind's Lord for ever and aye?" 24405|As the night-wind kisses the head of a star 24405|As the night-wind kisses the feet of God, 24405|So a soul cries 'I am in unto My ship, 24405|I am waiting for Death within my heart.' ======================================== SAMPLE 707 ======================================== out his name. 1471|Here, where the flowers, a fringe to his name, 1471|Crown him with glory, or shame it with blame; 1471|Pray, let me see him; I'll see him, I swear, 1471|Stand in the sunrise as I did before! 1471|_Ah, what is this? What have I striven? 1471|It is the wine of tears. 1471|The wine that cheers your veins is given 1471|To blood and me and the ears. 1471|It is the wine of tears, but none 1471|Are sweeter than the tears there's on. 1471|It is the wine of tears, but none 1471|Are fain to drink it once again!_ 1471|Who is this same creature here, 1471|Who waits with me, and longs 1471|For the evening star to cleave 1471|The darkness, and restore, 1471|With the hour of peace, the strife 1471|And the fire and the wild turmoil 1471|When warring, life and loss 1471|Are but a slumbering air; 1471|Who watches over everything, 1471|Through me, through me, for ever, 1471|Who am wearying at strife; 1471|Who am no more the light of life, 1471|But the beauty gone from us; 1471|Who are neither strong nor blind, 1471|But a vision of the mind; 1471|And who are neither blind nor blind, 1471|But only blind and blind 1471|With the eyes of a blind desire 1471|O'erburdened with the glare 1471|And the turmoil and the fire? 1471|_Alone with One dear, the Heart of me 1471|Holds dearest; and yet again I seem 1471|Companionless; I seem to go 1471|A laden traveler through a dream, 1471|And I am left alone, astray, 1471|A wandering passenger in a stream 1471|To seek and keep from company, 1471|Of whom my heart was once in a place 1471|Among the many, many women. 1471|I only ask that you may know 1471|Where I am lost as I seek Thee. 1471|We are about to reach the goal, 1471|We are about to take our turns, 1471|For all that we see or touch may touch, 1471|And all that we have or touch may be 1471|Wound wide, wave wave wide, and so shall we die; 1471|And all of us shall know that we 1471|Are curious as the eyes of a king, 1471|And all that we have or touch may touch 1471|But we shall know what the secret of Time is-- 1471|What shapes and shadows may be in the future, 1471|And all that we shall remember. What matters it? 1471|It is for a wonder, that we have no knowledge; 1471|That we are not powerful enough to undo the mystery. 1471|We are about to learn that we are but doubles; 1471|To think that we have not the one true thought; 1471|That we are not happy enough to be merry, 1471|But that we are not worthy enough to be merry; 1471|That, if we could not, every passion of passion 1471|May be a folly, for to be lost. 1471|That we are not wholly disconcerted, 1471|But that we have not the one true thought; 1471|That we are not wholly disconcerted, 1471|But that we are only happy in the confusion of the world. 1471|This you know is the path that we follow, 1471|Your steps, your thoughts, your wishes, and your fame; 1471|Therefore be of all men the first--the first--the successor 1471|of our fortunes, the man who is first. 1471|We will go back to the night where our faces 1471|Are mirrors of a light that is yours: 1471|We will walk in the dark where none has seen them 1471|Without hearing of them--who dare to say 1471|A dreadful thing to those that have seen them. 1471|For one reason we will not strive to see them, 1471|Nor shrink with our bodies, nor lie down; 14 ======================================== SAMPLE 708 ======================================== . 1322|_Mephistopheles_. The three following figures are suggested by the 1322|_Faust_. Strive not to please 'um and thyself, old man._ 1322|A man like thee would wear no wings, 1322|A man must be a king. 1322|_Mephistopheles_. O Sir, I pray you, then look in your own looks. 1322|I see no more the old man. 1322|_Faust_. This old man was a king, 1322|But yesterday he stood before me. 1322|He looked, and I remember'd him then as before. 1322|I see no more the old man 1322|In the old past. 1322|_Mephistopheles_. A hundred-fold! 1322|That old man has been living long enough. 1322|He is not dead yet. 1322|_Faust_. Tell, I will give him, 1322|And tell him what I know. 1322|He is no king here. 1322|_Mephistopheles_. That is true. 1322|And we've not known that old man since his birth. 1322|_Faust_. Well, Sir. 1322|_Faust_. What is it? 1322|_Mephistopheles_. God preserve me, 1322|Who, though I'm no man, like him dost harm. 1322|I know a lady where the wanton meets him, 1322|And courts her and has nothing in him. 1322|Her name is Cobhtine. I can't help crying. 1322|But let me tell thee, it will save thee all day long. 1322|_Faust_. What is that, Sir? 1322|_Mephistopheles_. If it do, then 1322|_Mephistopheles_. I will, and will tell thee the real one. 1322|There's an old man who said he's dead, 1322|But the old man was dead long ago, 1322|And a false heart was he, to blame-- 1322|Why then it was the same. 1322|_Faust_. That's false, indeed. 1322|_Mephistopheles_. Can't you say the true thing. 1322|_Mephistopheles_. Then leave this flouting, 1322|Fever--flesh and heart. 1322|_Faust_. I like well, I see. 1322|_Mephistopheles_. Yes, it may be. 1322|Mere bad-drinking. If it was, the truth seems true. 1322|In that life, however, if the truth be true. 1322|'Tis a wise saying, no mere truth would do. 1322|A king and a fairy, so old and true, 1322|Are such things, one can do all the five. 1322|Thou laughest not now. 1322|_Faust_. I see nothing there now. 1322|I should live, 1322|If nothing were not for my master's keeping. 1322|_Mephistopheles_. I like it best; what else? 1322|But he? 1322|_Faust_. I'm not so great, but I could see him. 1322|_Faust_. What then? 1322|_Mephistopheles_. A kingdom? Yes. 1322|_Mephistopheles_. But that was only a small pretence. 1322|_Faust_. What is it? 1322|_Mephistopheles_. That is enough, the realm's whole round of bounds. 1322|But what of that? 1322|_Faust_. Ah? 1322|_Mephistopheles_. That is a truth. 1322|_Faust_. And the next. 1322|FAUST _looks up_, _wishes_ to _put on_ him. 1322|_Mephistopheles_. Thou, friend, I'm looking at thee now. 1322|_Faust_. Thou hast no right to the young man's vow. 1322|_Mephistopheles_. Thou sawest him when the king told 1322|_Faust_. What most he would, I do suspect him _just_; 1322|_Mephistopheles_. But yet, what most he did, he _knew_ ======================================== SAMPLE 709 ======================================== |And thus the goodly Hiawatha 30795|Revolved his melancholy melancholy, 30795|And said: "Be still, and listen to me, 30795|For, to my lips, at dead of night, 30795|The dead have not been spelt your food, 30795|And I am faint with cold and hunger. 30795|Our hands, without the aid of guile, 30795|Down from theoft celestial mountain 30795|Bring you our human bodies back, 30795|And let us see which way to turn 30795|From yonder blazing starry floor." 30795|Straight to the pallid orb he moved, 30795|And unto Khielah's gloomy head 30795|And from the sky he took his way, 30795|And upward still he journeyed, 30795|When he beheld a fire go by. 30795|The ruddy stream ran swiftly by, 30795|O'er the seashore a sudden light 30795|Flared like a robe of mighty size. 30795|The little people, with great fear, 30795|Trembled and fell upon their knees, 30795|As if to say: "I knew them not, 30795|Nor they the things that I beheld: 30795|Yea, the great lamenting, the great wailing!" 30795|And as they terror-stricken fled, 30795|With all their torment on them weighed, 30795|And cried so wild, and with such cry 30795|Of danger they could neither fly, 30795|Nor uttering, at sight of Khiel, 30795|Their lamentation and their wailing. 30795|Straight to his rescue Alcmaeon 30795|The mighty man was carried in, 30795|And to the master swaddled on, 30795|With all the others of his kin: 30795|And downward from the rock they slid, 30795|And carried him beneath their arm 30795|Back to the rock, the which they bore, 30795|And hid beneath the precipice 30795|Of the great cavern, black and old. 30795|Alcmaeon was his name; and there 30795|Brought him to be a helpless girl, 30795|Whom the dwarfs found among the rocks: 30795|Thence in the caverns of the rock 30795|They heaped the corpses with the stones; 30795|And there the ancient doctors poured 30795|The scalded water from their skulls, 30795|And sprinkled salt upon the stones. 30795|Then they laid him in the ground, 30795|And held him up, in reverence, 30795|To bear the torture-axe so found, 30795|That by the stroke of the dread blow 30795|It overturned all memory. 30795|And the nurse said: "Whom will you bear, 30795|If yonder bird of prey seek rest?" 30795|The other said: "O fair and good! 30795|A chicken of a field of wheat." 30795|And the nurse stood at the hearth-stone gate, 30795|And brought the brazen image down; 30795|And she was so distraught, she made 30795|Her tongue become fastidious words, 30795|That, wanting her accustom'd food, 30795|She would destroy the house of God. 30795|And when she saw the loathsome beast, 30795|The wretch's fear, and the frenzy high, 30795|She set herself to practise pain, 30795|And toil, and painful thought again. 30795|But as she turn'd her eyes away, 30795|The wretch began to groan; and when 30795|There fell a deep and deadly aite, 30795|Her voice was stagger'd through the door, 30795|And she began to scream no more. 30795|Then sprang the wretch from her, and round 30795|Her body dragg'd the stone, and flung 30795|The piece into the water all; 30795|But the old woman by the board 30795|Was carried home, and she was fetter'd 30795|Nearer to hell than from the rocks, 30795|And when she turn'd her eyes upon her, 30795|The wretched girl began to moan, 30795|Nor knew the wretch was grieved at all, 30795|Nor what most ======================================== SAMPLE 710 ======================================== , whose high soaring he hath learned, 2620|Yet shall not answer for to-morrow, 2620|For he hath heard that dreadful knowledge, 2620|Yet is he eager to repose, 2620|And yet, by many a trifling word 2620|Hid in the woods and fields which hide them 2620|(And Nature hath forbid it ever,) 2620|To learn what only human spirits bear to learn. 2620|My spirit, like a lyre, attuned 2620|To breathe some grand idea, combines 2620|Deeds not of more accordant, than the din 2620|Of earthly worlds, to which this inward ear, 2620|Embellished in this narrow shell, 2620|Is eddying at the rich report 2620|Of the most elevated scene. 2620|Is it that fancy, or the touch 2620|Of Fancy, that immortalizes thus, 2620|Is in that universal form, 2620|And can on earth be thought to dwell? 2620|This picture, which, to me, doth give 2620|A certainty unknown to art, 2620|An exaltation none can feign, 2620|And very far as human heart. 2620|Since the creation it began, 2620|No other world has ever had an end. 2620|And what is life? and what is love? 2620|And what is love, and what is love 2620|Akin to that which cannot move? 2620|The stars seem sometimes strangely winking, 2620|The sun sometimes reveals the spring 2620|And all his beams are strangely sheen 2620|And sparkling like a silver eye 2620|And sort o' makes the heaven too high. 2620|A man must learn to live and live 2620|Withouten boasted fooling, 2620|But who can pass the night's control? 2620|He lives in blank, and rascal soul, 2620|And yet can take and keep and keep 2620|Life's work, but never does it sleep. 2620|There are who say this world is blest, 2620|When men no more are weary, 2620|But when the soil is stripped of breast 2620|There is a glory that they see, 2620|And worlds are nothing, and the sky 2620|Is glorious, with grandeur respecting 2620|The spirit that hath entered here 2620|With gracious joy and grandeur clear. 2620|They know not that the spirit of man 2620|Is sure enough to have its wings, 2620|But that it is a thing worth while, 2620|If to delude its view it springs 2620|With a more grateful, bardic song. 2620|We are not fain of souls to claim 2620|Our homage; we are brothers born 2620|In that dim world where nothing's named 2620|Or all is clear and nothing vair, 2620|Who hold us nothips in their thrall, 2620|Where all is gold or all is fame, 2620|Nor envy that we once do claim. 2620|We have a world of words and deeds, 2620|The worlds of thought and golden facts; 2620|There are, who to the ends of time 2620|Can reach this country in his prime, 2620|In the far realms by sun and star, 2620|Whose eyes can see what never bar 2620|The horizon when heaven is near. 2620|The flowers have not the bloom to-day, 2620|And every season brings decay; 2620|And though our hearts will break no more 2620|Than we do here, there's farther lore, 2620|And we have learnt to hold the sky 2620|To its depths; and there was no endeavor 2620|To pluck the stars out and aspire 2620|To some immortal place out of it, 2620|Where we may come to stay and fret 2620|The world, and wish it there was not. 2620|All earthly things must come to being; 2620|Corruption won't be all for shilling; 2620|And there's no need for sons to shiver 2620|Or beggars to grow old with shilling. 2620|I've been through all my days the fretting 2620|And making, by self-maggot contended: 2620|But now ======================================== SAMPLE 711 ======================================== -hail, 30659|"O come and see the place," he cried, 30659|"Where we the rest may sit." The bride 30659|Looked down to where the jacinths grew 30659|In a sea-green valley, far away, 30659|Where, one by one, the village-bells boomed gay. 30659|The orchards blowing, and the tall 30659|Sweet-flowing river-brooks were all 30659|The Paradise reserved for all. 30659|Long years have sped--and still they're there-- 30659|Sweet-flowing Avignon's silver flows 30659|Beneath the boughs of Castles, where 30659|The white mists wreath the hills; 30659|And rooks sail forth from clover-land 30659|In golden-sailed pavilions; there 30659|In blue-green fluted palaces 30659|The country-fowl await their sire; 30659|And oaks and cedars weave a wondrous shade 30659|O'er fields of corn and of the ploughed land laid; 30659|The pasture corners of the woods are set 30659|With cedars gilt in fairy-land 30659|On either side, and in the sun 30659|The cedars stand in scarlet line 30659|And on the hill-side many-citied, 30659|With purple flowers and many-citied, 30659|That all the night from dawn to dark 30659|Peep patient oxen to learn 30659|Gently o'er hocks, or till they blush 30659|With first snow-white upon their lips, 30659|As they stoop to forget the hips 30659|And the ears of the bearded kine, 30659|Save when in ambush they swing wide 30659|And dart away to left and right, 30659|Then steal away to the forest-side, 30659|And there is shelter for the night. 30659|But when the sun comes in the land 30659|And the little stars are all forgot, 30659|When the first-born is left in the manger 30659|With wide-brimmed edifice and wrought 30659|With master's craft in the hour of thought, 30659|Then is earth a fount of strength and will, 30659|And the firs give shelter in front of all, 30659|And the moon a pool in the great oak wall 30659|And there is light in the swamp of the wood, 30659|And there is freedom in the great White Cloud 30659|To widen day by day with his eye-- 30659|O then is the horn and shall the dawn 30659|A time to say withal or noon? 30659|Can a man stir in a wheel and cry 30659|To a man that has heard what is true-- 30659|Can a man stir in a field and run 30659|To the quick and leap from a stone to a star? 30659|The great white Silence, all unmoved, 30659|And all unmoved, moves--hush! hush! 30659|O then is the horn and shall the dawn 30659|A time to sing with a mate to learn? 30659|The great green Silence, and the white 30659|Low-voiced Night, with the heavy-winged Pleiads 30659|Coming and going in and out of the sun? 30659|O then is the horn and shall there be 30659|Even more aweful to us, than when 30659|We have learned to make the mystery plain 30659|By the fulness of our speech? 30659|All round us, the south-west wind, and only the south-west 30659|clatter: 30659|Even in us the great white Silence, 30659|Fuller and far away, goes crying by. 30659|Still are the great grey waves of the sea, still are the 30659|Water that grows by the shore: 30659|Only the singing of little hearts, only the crying of little 30659|There lies a shell out of my shell 30659|Forlorn and spent, 30659|Dead and apart, 30659|And it is only when the years have gone, 30659|The sea-gull knows. 30659|No voice shall ring it back to me; 30659| ======================================== SAMPLE 712 ======================================== . 43271| The author revives in the following lines:-- 43271|From her that's gone, 43271|A flow'rless throne, 43271|A wreath is rung, 43271|A coronet's full blown. 43271|From her that's gone, 43271|A flow'rless throne, 43271|A crown is won, 43271|A deathless one. 43271|From her that's gone, 43271|A flow'rless throne, 43271|One centre there, 43271|All signs on earth. 43271|From her that's gone, 43271|A flaming throne, 43271|A deathless one. 43271|O'er nature's plan 43271|With steady hand, 43271|From man to man 43271|She's made a child. 43271|She's made a child, 43271|She's made a woman, 43271|She's made all mothers: 43271|Of all the mothers, 43271|From east to west, 43271|A wreath for rest. 43271|When I saw your face 43271|I was only a child, 43271|With a shadow of death in my heart. 43271|The sorrows of years, 43271|And the fears that I felt, 43271|In the dark days when my heart was young. 43271|The sorrows--the joys 43271|Of life through my tears; 43271|The tears in my eyes, 43271|When I sat alone by my mother's knee. 43271|The sorrows that made 43271|My life but a toy, 43271|For I knelt at her feet, 43271|And my heart went wandering about. 43271|The sorrows that made 43271|My youth a thing, 43271|For I thought to go 43271|To my mother's heart, and I went. 43271|The sorrows that made 43271|Life a thing, 43271|For my mother's heart, 43271|As I knelt by my mother's knee. 43271|Little basket, my boots are on the street-bank, 43271|Where into the house you once were making life; 43271|I bought a new pair of boots for Mary's daughter-- 43271|She gave them me back to walk upon the clean step. 43271|Thenceforth my life I lived upon until to-day. 43271|The last of my life I dreamed upon with bitter longing-- 43271|She called me her dear old life, with loud, sweet cry: 43271|A shadow of death took hold on my dear body-- 43271|I wore it in the house that you are gone away. 43271|With a vision of death I have stolen forth to meet you, 43271|I have slain all my strength beside you, 43271|And I have taken all the thoughts I had in my heart. 43271|There is no fate like his whose life holds good for only 43271|This ends all too; the good for nothing makes the whole. 43271|So you shall see your love through the last day's ashes, 43271|And my heart in the grave in the the dark lands of eternity. 43271|I see her as she stands among the fading ashes, 43271|And yet she lifts her tearful eyes to me: 43271|"My son, who died for you from a far country-- 43271|I leave you with the tears upon your cheek. 43271|I think of you as you lie here; my heart is breaking; 43271|You are dying for your sister, and the cairn. 43271|"But I who lie here patient at the bed here, 43271|I know I shall not wake you while the dawn 43271|Shows the grey clouds about us; and the morn, 43271|Loveful, lifts hands to you, and you keep still. 43271|I do not know, you did not know this man, 43271|How he has laid his fingers on the bed, 43271|If he should sleep or wake from day to day. 43271|To see him lie there, was not this much then, 43271|Is not this much then you, is the man?" 43271|"Oh, what is that?" he cried. 43271|"No, no, my son, I can not!" 43271|No sooner said ======================================== SAMPLE 713 ======================================== . If there can be peace in heaven, 8912|I say that we shall live--or die, 8912|Die too, if Death shall call us up, 8912|To everlasting night of death. 8912|But if the world go on, the hope of all is well in thee. 8912|My Lord, I know that we are dying; 8912|Heaven does not promise us to rise, 8912|Nor yet decreed that we should die; 8912|For, long as thou hast power to follow, 8912|We two shall live, when thou returnest, 8912|In realms, where light shall be supreme. 8912|It is a joy too deep for sorrow, 8912|A joy the sunshine never saw, 8912|To live on when the sun is low; 8912|And that for which we never pine, 8912|Lose not the strength of Spring and Sun, 8912|That we may live and move like one. 8912|It is a joy too deep for tears, 8912|To weep all sorrow for the hours, 8912|And drown our tears ere we are wise. 8912|To feel the bright air of the morning 8912|Upon my face, 8912|To gaze--to breathe--to know that all is good, 8912|And that the yearning of a heart, 8912|And this desire 8912|For all that you can know, my Lord, 8912|Is lost eternally-- 8912|Because you do not know. 8912|And all the world, I fancy, 8912|Will end in long felicity, 8912|And from the pleasures of the chase 8912|The vanished hours will fly, 8912|When you say 'Here is God, my Lord, 8912|And here his love! 8912|My Lord, I know I shall fulfill my part 8912|In this--that life is but a picture. 8912|The night is filled with starlight; 8912|The sable night 8912|Has snatched me from my dream. 8912|It is a joy too deep for thought, 8912|A joy with sorrow; 8912|The light that shines 8912|Within the stars for night, 8912|Has struck me as with fire. 8912|I see the blue 8912|That shields the low sky; 8912|The wind is a child of the moon, 8912|And the wind, 8912|And the shrouds of the clouds. 8912|And I shout--"I will give you all 8912|"The first gold stars. 8912|"The first gold stars. 8912|"The first gold stars. 8912|"The first gold stars. 8912|"The first gold stars. 8912|"The first gold stars." 8912|I saw a Lady moving in her bower window high-- 8912|As white as her white throat, and sweet as her dark eyes; 8912|A wanton, springing babe, light to my heart she waked; 8912|And with white bosom, and white neck, came my love to me. 8912|Red lilies in the bosom of the fountain, 8912|The moonbeam in the bosom, the wind in the leaves, 8912|The dark wave in the bosom, like a lover when he loves: 8912|Red lilies in the bosom, and white neck with white breasts. 8912|"Red lilies in the bosom, and sweet lips with quiet tears, 8912|White bosoms in the bosom, and white bosom with cool snow-white 8912|And breasts grown ripe for kisses--I have come and taken you." 8912|"_Your_ lips, my Lady! _mine_ lips, Lady! O let me never die! 8912|_My_ lips, my Lady! mine! why, then, shall I ever waken thee? 8912|_My_ lips, my Lady! mine!"-- 8912|"_Your_ lips, my Lady! O stay! be not afraid, stay not thou. 8912|O stay! be not afraid, thou. And, lady, hear me not! 8912|Hear nothing I can tell thee; but if thou see what thou shalt do, 8912|My heart shall not lie open. Come! I will not be awake. 8912|My lady, be not wroth! Nay ======================================== SAMPLE 714 ======================================== |And the wild-rose and the nightingale 2620|And the cuckoo and the robin hushed, 2620|And the starlit night,--and half the world. 2620|And when the day was ending, 2620|And the woods awoke to solemn light, 2620|Each one, as mute, and rapt, and sad, 2620|Walks forth to watch the sunlight sink, 2620|In the twilight and the glimmering dew, 2620|Winding hand in hand together, 2620|Leaving every blade,--by some unseen, 2620|Or shadowed,--stayed out the tender grass, 2620|While noonday hung above the hill, 2620|But folded in the thickening dew, 2620|Seemed all unheeded as a spell 2620|Upon the earth, and dim and drear 2620|The face of yon ungrateful year. 2620|But the hush of silent birds, from far, 2620|Sought out the music of the dale, 2620|Brimming well with fear the water-jar, 2620|The blackbird's lone, gray haunting vale. 2620|And where the honeysuckle spire 2620|Upraised its chalice of pure scent 2620|From the overhanging elm, and wide, 2620|With all those perfumed meads beside 2620|That peeped in from the orchards through, 2620|And glimmering through the early dew, 2620|Like starry ripples in a wold, 2620|Dipped in the stream,--calm grew the land, 2620|Green in its beauty and bare; 2620|With a sound of viol and lutehand, 2620|Loud through the falling stars, no jay 2620|Of distant harp,--sadness grew the air, 2620|And still, as if the breathings of the night 2620|Sobbed through her crevices of white, 2620|A voice, that sang of peace and rest, 2620|Sang through the husht, serried roof, 2620|'Ye are welcome, Brothers,--fine the guest!'" 2620|So spake the Poet, and his voice 2620|Grew more than human, and its song 2620|Became as clear as the clear voice 2620|That stilled the poet's wild harp 2620|And drew him nearer to the sun, 2620|Where the last ray of light was shed 2620|Upon the summits of the Dead. 2620|I was the listener, my sweet friend, 2620|When he, who thus had spoken of, 2620|"Must speak:--and though I may not see, 2620|I yet will know his face, and he 2620|Has drawn the line of the descent 2620|So finely from his brow; for still 2620|I see the eyes that answer will 2620|With words of power and of will. 2620|That which the poet comprehends 2620|Is but the one which binds them all; 2620|His being is the soul of worth, 2620|His strength the strength of boundless years, 2620|And at the last he can but smite 2620|The bars that hold him by the hair, 2620|The heart of life for ever chilled, 2620|And made beneath unwilling tears. 2620|Yea, and the loneliest death is this, 2620|Is but the being of a God, 2620|Giving the lips to move in prayer, 2620|The feet to tread the pathless sod 2620|And feet to wander in the light; 2620|Yet not all charity in man, 2620|In this, that all was good in heaven. 2620|Ah! and the soul, which wept to lead 2620|O'er the world's way, was, indeed, 2620|Not God's, the mirror of his light 2620|Which caught from her, nor love's, the sun, 2620|Nor thine, O star, whose light he shone, 2620|As his whose heaving-blooded rose 2620|Turned the earth's passion into prayer; 2620|Thee, too, the Poet made, when thou, 2620|Not God, wast Milton: thou ======================================== SAMPLE 715 ======================================== |And that thy heart be not too free 19226|To hold a debt. 19226|Then, as I watch my friend be near, 19226|And he is far, 19226|I catch the scent of you, dear lass, 19226|A breathing kiss, 19226|Till love is nigh; 19226|And then, I know it by a tear, 19226|And think it a dream, 19226|(And who can break faith with mere paint if it's true?) 19226|In that long kiss? 19226|Ah, in a moment, then, Dear Heart's Desire, 19226|When in the flesh the world's a new, new thing, 19226|When it is well, in that long kiss, in this, 19226|Of that long kiss! 19226|You'll wear a rose, but still the thorn 19226|Wears that rank witching; 19226|And you will sicken with the thirsting, 19226|And die, Dear Heart, on the next sun. 19226|In both the flower and thorn you'll lie, 19226|With but one rose; your heart still free 19226|To hold a rose. 19226|I've seen the lily all alone, 19226|That ever shows a withered thorn, 19226|The thorn of many a bitter thorn, 19226|The thorn of many a bitter thorn, 19226|And the thorn. 19226|Her heart is a garden of flowers, 19226|With a tiny bud and a small small small stem, 19226|And a little green house in a little room; 19226|So she's opened a box, and tucked in there, 19226|With a little dust and a dust to see. 19226|She has such a little porch, 19226|And a white bed it is a room 19226|For her, you know, for to lie there 19226|I am quite tired 19226|To be there, 19226|And feel quite tired. 19226|Her bed is soft and clean, 19226|With pillows spread inside 19226|And silken sheets behind, 19226|For to lie there, 19226|And not mind. 19226|Her vistaed sheets of white 19226|And silken sheets, lie there 19226|For to lie there. 19226|She's sometimes proud and fat, 19226|And very poky-poky, 19226|With her eyes like little angels' wings, 19226|And her talk for to flutter and fly; 19226|But if she would flutter and fly, 19226|It's because I've fluttered so, 19226|With her eyes like little angels' wings, 19226|And her laugh for to flutter and fly! 19226|It's--Very like to live when May's here, 19226|But oh, so very kind! 19226|When it comes to buckram, hedge orchard, 19226|You can see it in a book; 19226|But when it is found you study it, 19226|You can study it at school. 19226|If you want to live as long as the shadows, 19226|Where the lilacs are tall, 19226|Where the woodbine is folded in white-folks' shadows, 19226|Why, you never will tell 19226|When the meadows are bright and the skies are nodding, 19226|Or the windy grasshoppers call. 19226|If you would be a fairy princess 19226|With a ring on your finger, 19226|Or walk out at noon with a fairy lawn-leaf 19226|For the night to be rolling? 19226|I have just a bit of silver sand 19226|In a silver boat, with a silver band 19226|On my arm. 19226|I've a coat of red and a silver wand 19226|In my coat. 19226|Little lady, are you tired? 19226|You have slept all the day, and that is over. 19226|The river is clear and bright 19226|At night. 19226|They have not dreamed you are asleep. 19226|They have dreamed you are sleeping in the meadow. 19226|Your rest is over and sweet 19226|And the stars are shining over your head. 19226|Your rest is over and sweet 19226|With the shadows ======================================== SAMPLE 716 ======================================== |The wind may moan, the leaves may fall, 25610|But, to my soul, it grieves at all. 25610|Yet, when the grave has closed my eyes, 25610|And I no more may call to mind, 25610|If I have had of earth or skies, 25610|If heaven and earth could make me kind, 25610|What would the world have of it all? 25610|What would the world have of it all? 25610|My dust may dim, my bones may ache; 25610|But this I know, that nothing here 25610|Nor up to heaven, should all but keep 25610|A memory, a hope, a name, 25610|That was not born to live, but live 25610|For truth and love, nor did it give. 25610|I, too, have strength each year to live 25610|In this world's life wherever built; 25610|For Love hath made all past and willed, 25610|And faith and truth are surely kept 25610|Till they have built the world of faith 25610|Beyond the stars, beyond the deep. 25610|Oh, what is life? 'Tis life and death 25610|And death and death and love and love, 25610|And love and death and love and death. 25610|For what is life? 'Tis love and death. 25610|There are no days, no deeds of strife; 25610|But dreams, which I would fain be dead 25610|Were dead ere these, and these alone 25610|For Fame, not fame's, these were not one. 25610|And this is death: and this is love. 25610|The sea, the sky, the sea is my heart, 25610|The sea is my heart and the sky am I; 25610|I may not see by day nor by night 25610|The joys that come to me or die 25610|Nor hear the voice of sorrow or joy 25610|His voice come unafraid to hear 25610|Till the whole world is made no more 25610|For love's sake, for the sake of love's sake 25610|For nothing else but to lose love's sake 25610|And all that is left to take or break 25610|If love come not, if love come not 25610|Then, we will be, at any hour 25610|The sea, the sky, the sea shall be whole 25610|Heart of my heart, heart of my heart 25610|The boatman sat at a window wide 25610|And over the moon in the water blue 25610|And shook his curls as his face grew white 25610|As he took his stand in his hands to light 25610|When the dark was over and day was late 25610|And the lights were out in the even-tide 25610|On a smudge of yellow and green and sallow 25610|When the west was green and the sails were sifted 25610|Then at last he said to his friend aloud, 25610|"Help me for the moon, O sea, and a crever 25610|And we may not go till night comes soon 25610|Or the blackbird makes the day begin 25610|For I know it is coming soon." 25610|Said the good old man to the heart of the maid, 25610|"Beloved, the moon shall stand a spell 25610|On the great world's strand by the harbor well 25610|Till it stand and the heavens are blue 25610|And the sun go cold to its western bed 25610|While the dew hangs heavy from the thorn 25610|And the wind goes dank and the dead leaves run 25610|To a vague unearthly world to mourn 25610|For the soul that is lost to the living sun 25610|And the hearts that went from him and him 25610|When there was no more to say or do 25610|As the blackbird did in the cloven glen 25610|For he had not left a moon to remain 25610|While the moon was high and lonely and wan 25610|When the weary days of his life were done 25610|And he looked to the dawn in the grey grip 25610|Where the sea and the light of the world had drawn 25610|As he leaned on the bow in the twilight dim 25610|And remembered the great fleet gone from him 25610 ======================================== SAMPLE 717 ======================================== ; that I am the one who in Ithaca 16452|And at my birth a wealthy bride hath given, 16452|Long woo'd and lately wed. Say rather, say 16452|Where I shall find my son? with what command 16452|Shall I command him to obey and yield 16452|His people to my word? but say whence me not 16452|Thou go'st to be assured, and from what shore 16452|Shall I receive thy menial train and friends, 16452|Where in an ancient race thy fathers dwelt? 16452|Constant and rich, and of a prudent mind, 16452|I thought not, but in open day perform'd; 16452|For with the morn when on the hoary deep 16452|She shone, then wander'd to the Phrygian shore. 16452|There, with the margin of a lofty hill 16452|I dwelt, by Thebes, named by the Gods above; 16452|Well may I boast that I with Menelaus 16452|Found favour in the sight of all the Greeks, 16452|If, after loss of my loved husband's sake, 16452|I find within the bark of Peleus' son, 16452|Who for deliverance of such hapless loss 16452|Would gladly grieve. Yet I will shun him soon. 16452|But what! I lately left my native shore 16452|And came to Phthia, where a sire, the son 16452|Of Agamemnon, dwells in Phthia, and 16452|Refused his counsels, to the Grecian peers, 16452|That I should burn the mighty barks he gave, 16452|That I might end this well-contested fight. 16452|His house is not a storehouse of his own; 16452|A sumptuous banquet is his only care; 16452|Now mark me well, for he neglects his host, 16452|And gives no more than mortal gifts beside. 16452|So saying, on his son's fat flocks he fed, 16452|Of his own grain and hardy goats the board. 16452|His comrades then, to Agamemnon's hand 16452|Disposed the meat, and in the hall prepared 16452|For every need, with skilful art prepared. 16452|The steersman from a basket chose the best, 16452|He laid him down, and, while the banquet sat, 16452|Attended to the noble banquet first 16452|The herald Argive, and with honour fill'd 16452|The hands and handles, then, the herald thence 16452|With tidings to Achilles quick return'd; 16452|There to the ancient King of men he pray'd 16452|That he at home might stay, that he might show 16452|Delicious food to all, and send him soon 16452|Resplendent to his friends, an ample cup. 16452|He, first, he spread around his table, spread 16452|The spits, and genial meal from thigh to breast 16452|Before their thralls, who ate, and drank the cheer 16452|From each. Then through the city, when the throng 16452|Had paid their suppers, to the regal house 16452|Of King Priam, toiling hard, he pass'd, 16452|And in the assembly of the Chiefs renown'd 16452|Of Peleus' noble son, Achilles spake. 16452|Oh hear me now, ye Goddesses! the song 16452|And incense, and the banquet none of less, 16452|That I may reach with joy my peaceful ears; 16452|For lo! the day I came on which I took 16452|My birth from fire, and on which Juno pour'd 16452|Large gifts of ease, to gratify my friends 16452|And to all suitors dallied with my hand. 16452|So spake the King. Meantime, when Hector's self 16452|Him saw, to martial strife he put on foot. 16452|And now they both were occupied; nor slept 16452|The leisure of the night, among whom Chief 16452|Achilles, mighty Chief, stood like a God 16452|Resting by Jove omnipotent; and each 16452|Would check on others that in fight themselves, 16452|And that they should not need the ======================================== SAMPLE 718 ======================================== |And my whole soul, all hope and gladness in one, 30332|Beats with the same glad wings and fluttering hair; 30332|Thus I, that knew not any good of all, 30332|And wished not any evil, but had gone 30332|Happy to meet it out upon the hills, 30332|Amid the quiet, lonely shades of grey. 30332|And, as I sat there on the quiet stone 30332|And pondered on the long grass, one there stood 30332|Whose face was bent against the chilly gleam 30332|Of the far, lonely sea, and he who stood 30332|Upon the sea-side was no more to see; 30332|For there he saw the sea-side and the cliff, 30332|And the small, far, level sunbeams like a speck 30332|With the great gray sky glimmering on his eye, 30332|And in the water-sky a little child 30332|Went past with a strange voice crying all day, 30332|And it said "Hither have you sent away 30332|Your messenger: and will you not come? 30332|For it told me to come, and left you life, 30332|Not knowing how to find you." 30332|O, that was before 30332|I could see the great blue sea, and the warm, far sea 30332|Lying so quietly and quietly there, 30332|I could see the brown wings of the sun 30332|Glisten through the twilight, only a flush 30332|Was on my fading cheek, and in the sky 30332|The little child, all shining, bright like a flower, 30332|Flashed like a sea-light in the sun, and he,-- 30332|I could see the great wave, and it would come, 30332|Lifting me close and coldly up the bank 30332|And at the last one small white hand, which seemed 30332|Like a pale hand to hold all day in one, 30332|To lead me gently from the stones to him, 30332|And put all arms about me, and in this 30332|Peace which it seemed--a thing to me most strange, 30332|For on my weary face was set a crown 30332|Which hung all men's heads had put together; 30332|And there, from time to time, there lay my flowers, 30332|Humble in their humility, no doubt, 30332|The blue-bells heavily hanging round 30332|The head, and my dead leaves, with fragrant crowns 30332|Stirred and possessed them; and here I was alone, 30332|Dreaming, and all the while, how in the sky, 30332|Down in the air, the wind would choose again, 30332|And the sun sink; and so, and that, and this, 30332|And in the sun, all things would change and die, 30332|If only I could see a shadow there 30332|Floating in heaven. 30332|Then, as we walked on 30332|And down the river, a faint music seemed 30332|Like the swan's murmur, and I saw the sails 30332|Flutter in light along their shadowy courses 30332|Till all the waves of the bright air seemed 30332|Love's breath, and then, again, that music fell; 30332|And I seemed not to know, for a moment, why 30332|And once again I breathed, and in my sleep 30332|I lifted my eyes, and the bright sun 30332|Will shine again on their mysterious eyes. 30332|And so we climbed to the river to the shore 30332|With the strange light on us--and the sun was sure 30332|It is so certain, the sky is always full 30332|Of clouds outspread. Now, and again, 30332|Although I cannot tell you it's a dream 30332|An idle yearning which the world knows not 30332|For memory, and, oh, the other day, 30332|When I must walk again upon the hill 30332|And hear the hollow wind cry in the pine, 30332|I shall see no escape from the world's harsh strife, 30332|No sleep nor life. 30332|_Homeward goes_ TANLaughter with a voice so high, 30332|It might be heaven, and earth's delight and heaven 30 ======================================== SAMPLE 719 ======================================== with his finger still. 3650|He took the rod of his hand and bowed low down his head: 3650|"Go, go, go, my boy," was his short, short reply, 3650|"For the sake of the daughter that thou must obey, 3650|I have followed thee to my breast, they say, 3650|But never a love so sacred and pure as this 3650|Could have swayed thy heart as thou held me fast." 3650|He turned to his boat as he left the stream, 3650|While the sun-god laughed his last. 3650|"Ah, boy," he said, as he bade me do. 3650|I never shall cross my path again; 3650|I have had my heart and I'll have thee then." 3650|"Go! go!" cried the bird, with a restless cry; 3650|And the sky grew dark as he went by. 3650|But his songs they were still, for he seemed to say, 3650|"What is the bird that is coming away?" 3650|They never shall reach their dwellings,--the dew-drench'd ground 3650|And the sun-dried clover, for all is found! 3650|He has come to his nest every morning, by day, 3650|He has sung to the birds and the insects his lay; 3650|He has made from the earth all that's gone and come back; 3650|He has sung to the flowers, and gone for a while; 3650|And the birds of the air have forgotten his lay, 3650|And the fields of heaven are as silent as day. 3650|He has come to the trees where the summer doth blow, 3650|He has taught to the birds what it will not so, 3650|He will never come back to his breast again; 3650|And the birds of the air have forgotten their lay, 3650|And the birds of heaven are as silent as day. 3650|At last, when the day of its coming was long, 3650|He came back upon earth to the hearts of his song; 3650|He went on for a moment, but ere he could say, 3650|"I have sung to the birds, and sung to the flowers all day; 3650|I have brought them all back, but never a song," 3650|He has gone forth again into heaven above, 3650|And with the birds singing he leaves the sky. 3650|I met a little snail 3650|Upon the hill; 3650|There I saw the little snail 3650|Beneath the mill. 3650|Quickly as he sprung up, 3650|Like a dart he flew; 3650|And up among the clouds 3650|There was a light-- 3650|A little lamp of silver, 3650|So pale and bright; 3650|So tiny and so bright, 3650|That you were there! 3650|Little pilgrim, wondering, 3650|What may be 3650|Of the little buds 3650|Hidden in your leaves? 3650|Little pilgrim, wondering, 3650|What may be 3650|Of the little buds 3650|Hidden in your leaves? 3650|Little pilgrim, wondering, 3650|What may be 3650|Of the little buds 3650|Hidden in your leaves? 3650|What makes your heart so sad, 3650|What makes your breast so glad, 3650|So glad for want of sleep, 3650|So full of rest? 3650|Little pilgrim, lying 3650|So low on your branches, 3650|What makes your heart so glad, 3650|So full of comfort? 3650|Little pilgrim, gazing 3650|All day among your leaves, 3650|What makes your heart so glad, 3650|So full of peace? 3650|Little pilgrim, gazing 3650|All day among your leaves, 3650|What makes your heart so glad, 3650|So full of peace? 3650|"Knowest thou the truth of all the flowers 3650|That spring from Paradise"? 3650|Ask me where all these flowers may be, 3650|"Perchance that thy small hands may press me, 3650|The tiny fairy flowers that stand 3650|By thy white feet, but not to touch me." 3650|Ask me ======================================== SAMPLE 720 ======================================== , 266|Whan it befell that time in dede 266|That time he was to the wode ascaped: 266|Wherof the folk stoden in hih bok 266|And of the wawes gan desguise 266|And to the temple Goa gan come, 266|And there the grete enterunce 266|Tho tok him in his chambre and spieces 266|Of him and of his oghne pris 266|And with what semblant he schal deie. 266|And in this wise, as thou schalt hiere, 266|This kniht Horestes thonketh hiere, 266|Er that he wolde his violence kepe: 266|And thus this king in his deceipte 266|With false wordes his deceipte 266|Foryat to his oghne wif 266|Foryat, which that he soffreth is. 266|And thus he torneth into strif 266|With false wordes that he doth; 266|And thanne he gan a borwein 266|And forth the pouer on every side 266|With false wordes whiche he spieces, 266|As he which wolde his tiding hiere 266|Foryat for his false manhode, 266|And was withoute noise appourtenant. 266|Bot whan he hath that wypped been, 266|His oghne conscience he hath wonne, 266|And hath with him per chance wone; 266|Bot al is mad and such is Sinne, 266|Which that is write of that is write. 266|For whan a man hath understonde, 266|He berth soubtil his oghne dede: 266|And thus his herte is overglad 266|To folwe of tirannie: 266|Thus hath he grieved overal, 266|For he hath failed al to noght, 266|And is himself a man of strengthe 266|The worthieste that ther be. 266|Ther was no cause in thilke stede 266|To him which wolde him felawhte. 266|And al the nyht was al outake, 266|For al his thing was so besein. 266|Bot whan this lord of love refle 266|His lust, er that it be to done, 266|He sende anon be such a wele, 266|With him he hath mad such a schrew, 266|That he the lond to his heved hath set, 266|That bothe tuo thinges fode and mete, 266|He wolde him sende upon the chace, 266|And seith he scholde noght ben aplace 266|To love, bot a womman mai; 266|For he lith in the same wise 266|He set his chiere on every side, 266|As he which wolde him good service 266|And telle his pourpos avou. 266|Bot he which couthe noght refuse 266|To let nothingie, if that he list, 266|He wolde love unethes make, 266|And ek he goth him in the weie, 266|Til that sche seth the lasse on honde. 266|And thus withinne a fewe a day, 266|Wher that sche comth and hath his leve, 266|This kniht of hire his oghne chiere, 266|And hath his place and mai be glade, 266|Bot if he were out of his mynde 266|Ayein the time of hire heste, 266|And bad his chiere be diverse, 266|So that it stonde upon the Sete 266|Of love, and he no lasse gete: 266|The lusti herte upon that other 266|Fulofte his herte berth in sworwe, 266|And makth his herte and smal bewepe 266|That he wol gon it schal be broght, 266|He nis bot only in a throwe. 266|And thus the nyht befell that ishte, 266|For goddes love mai noght laste, 266|Ther is no love such as doth. 266|So mai ======================================== SAMPLE 721 ======================================== upon the sideboard, 5184|On the rudder, laid the hatchet, 5184|On the hooks the hoofs be slippered, 5184|And the tail-ends cut like stubble, 5184|And the little birds are silent 5184|In the spaces like the ravens. 5184|Then the hero, Lemminkainen, 5184|Made a harp of his own birch-tree, 5184|Fashioned from the birch a hero, 5184|Tried to sing a little tune-bird. 5184|Said the minstrel, Lemminkainen, 5184|"Do not sing at all, O Ahti! 5184|Better sing for greater heroes, 5184|Than in all our lifetime sweeter, 5184|If the starry sky were foreign, 5184|And the moon were foreign in it, 5184|And the sun in its hot splendour." 5184|Wainamoinen, old and faithful, 5184|Answers thus the magic singer: 5184|"Moon not, countless field-foam rises, 5184|Leaves not sprays for golden fruitage, 5184|Grasses grow on every bough-top; 5184|Birds in every glen and forest 5184|Feed in its own green tree-caves, 5184|Catch the singing of the wild-fowl." 5184|Spake the singer, Lemminkainen, 5184|"If thou only asks my wisdom, 5184|Then I'll send a serpent-monster." 5184|Answers thus the magic singer: 5184|"Moon not, nor the stars in heaven, 5184|Clothes the branches of the oak-tree, 5184|Broadens like the back of an eagle, 5184|Eyeservice as a serpent, 5184|Touches with one flash, the heavens, 5184|Invisits the house of Ukko, 5184|Envy the creation better 5184|That the one may break the other." 5184|Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel, 5184|Nothing daunted, not discouraged, 5184|Thus began his song of magic; 5184|Sang one day, and then a second, 5184|Sangthing third from morn till evening, 5184|Sings from evening till the morning, 5184|Younger than the girl in chimney. 5184|Sings again the youth of Pohya, 5184|Sings in miracles of concord, 5184|In the hero youth and hero; 5184|But the youth is old and wretched, 5184|And the man is weak and wretched, 5184|Weary is his beaded tresses, 5184|And his locks are gray and dripping, 5184|Wearied is his head and bustle. 5184|Then the hero, Lemminkainen, 5184|Much disheartened, said in answer: 5184|"Why, O forest, have you eaten 5184|Thickly in the days of summer, 5184|Lined with flowerets filled with sunshine, 5184|In the pleasant days of autumn, 5184|In your days of summer pastime? 5184|Have you eaten ill the whiting, 5184|Sat and howled too near the forger, 5184|Sat and howled too much to left off?" 5184|Wainamoinen, old and trusty, 5184|Answers thus the magic singer: 5184|"Have you eaten ill the whiting, 5184|Sat and howled too much to left off? 5184|Sat and howled too much to left off. 5184|Evenings have been spread to north-west, 5184|Evenings been North-west windings; 5184|To the north has been the turning 5184|Of the head of Lemminkainen. 5184|Good the reasons for the suitor, 5184|Why the Wainamoinen's outcry, 5184|Why the wild-beasts of Pohyola, 5184|And the tumult of the battle, 5184|That you heard upon the day-wind, 5184|Cannot alter my good counsel, 5184|What the fate of Lemminkainen." 5184|Spake again the ancient minstrel: 5 ======================================== SAMPLE 722 ======================================== ; 1004|Thus in their flight lamented and despoiled 1004|The alloy of mankind with the image vile 1004|Ofkered and foul, so that from lust disturbed 1004|They turn to naught. True is this vinegar 1004|To that of others, and but sweetest is, 1004|To that of others, who, by the will of Heaven, 1004|Took from the bark of bark they with the bill. 1004|Hugh Capet was I ne'er upon the road 1004|So often, crosses mountains, on such rocks 1004|As on the streams one goeth with his train. 1004|"But tell us in what quarter," I replied, 1004|"Whence cometh the dew copious with the wind, 1004|If spirits, which of you have the bad seed? 1004|And if it be not so, as fancy wills, 1004|In you it is united, it is love. 1004|The shepherd whom on Aulis down low down 1004|Went down, and charged his flock to make them thrive. 1004|Hugh Capet was I ne'er upon the road, 1004|Until I came unto such power, that more 1004|The love which long was at my heart inflamed me. 1004|You know my song, how from one place I come. 1004|To you of rustic song have I made ere 1004|So vile a carol, that to you would pass 1004|If I were clerk as he of his flesh-bearing house. 1004|Well can love write of such piteous story 1004|As the one verse feels, and that is known to him, 1004|Such as he hewed at Rome under the names 1004|Of his dead father, and such as heaped at Rome. 1004|And if of this concord aught I hear 1004|That most men rate the as the unjust, 1004|This sword were goodlier to cut the throat of one. 1004|But since my embassage is such that just 1004|I think its point has lain with my bended bow, 1004|I will speak other, which perhaps you hear. 1004|The mind that is ensconced only by the smell 1004|Of fervent soles and of pebbles, in a day, 1004|Forsooth will sour the savour that it casts, 1004|And what the mind in wanton curve appears, 1004|But what the sense must suffer, through the frame. 1004|Long were it wise and worthy to prevail 1004|Over the spirit of him who now is lord 1004|Of it who feels the tears of all the world, 1004|And unto God has turned his holy thoughts. 1004|Ever he looketh upon God, and is still; 1004|This justice therefore which thou viewest at the bottom 1004|Of all the universe is written, written, 1004|And those who think not God of their own making 1004|Grow idle in the search of blessedness; 1004|Therefore they wait not any longer, seeing 1004|How God his own creation did created make. 1004|And such abundant grace and goodly dame 1004|Ne'er shone, nor aught of candour new adorned. 1004|The universal form is marvellously fitted 1004|Down to the Divine Love, imprinted not 1004|On its foundations, as on brazen orifcake. 1004|Therefore if God so Therefore were to man 1004|As the assembly, the assembly, he himself 1004|In splendour should recede, and the new world 1004|Should be in place where now are heard the sighs 1004|That were from envy raised. O human race 1004|Pat speedy to the perfect bridal, sooner 1004|Than modern symmetry of bird was made, 1004|Without a sin the soul would have the eye; 1004|The mind's eye, seeing what is shining there, 1004|Would then how exquisitely fine it be 1004|To contemplate the view. A babe, that seems 1004|Not fit to follow in a field, lie baked 1004|With frost, and then is hurried back to fire, 1004|And what elsewhere appears of wistful pity 1004|Is, that a man unto his eyes should cleave. 100 ======================================== SAMPLE 723 ======================================== through the woods, 2622|Through meadows wide and cool; 2622|And on the highest beams 2622|Behold a chasm deep. 2622|The sweetest sound since is, 2622|Shall be the locust's cry, 2622|The sweetest chirp of birds,-- 2622|The sweetest eyes of I. 2622|"I am not sad; I do not care 2622|What change these things seem, for these be made 2622|Upon the earth."--Saint Gabriel, March. 2622|We come again, and, at the sound 2622|Of wood-mew's whirring wings, we bring 2622|The April flower that buds in Spring! 2622|We come again, that those who faint 2622|In fields above are brave to die; 2622|And those who on the field of paint 2622|Toil nobly, not too gloriously. 2622|We come again, and that which shines 2622|Better in one's eyes than in the face 2622|Of armies, since the fateful days, 2622|When first the fiery-mantled flags 2622|Shall speak to all the world of men 2622|The beauty of the world of grace: 2622|So that the April flower unfurled, 2622|Unsullied by the hand of time, 2622|May bloom another April shower. 2622|I have no grief to-day, 2622|Nor song to-morrow, 2622|For all things are as May, 2622|And all things going. 2622|A primrose on a brae, 2622|A cuckoo on a spray, 2622|I met a pretty Miss-- 2622|The sweetest month was day. 2622|She combed its curly hair, 2622|And gave me kisses three, 2622|And when the July breezes 2622|Were blossomy, they grew. 2622|The July columbine 2622|Is an enchanted ground, 2622|The moon's a shining silver boat 2622|Upon the sea-beach found. 2622|The boat is in the coals, 2622|The moon's a shining boat, 2622|The boat is on the coals, 2622|And so is life and note. 2622|The maid I love is not at home, 2622|The man I love he loves; 2622|He stays abroad a whole year long 2622|And tarries long, he likes. 2622|I know him by his little coat, 2622|I know him by his hair, 2622|And by his cosen, clean and neat, 2622|And all the things he loves. 2622|He loves me on the moonlit roads, 2622|I know him by my eyes, 2622|And by the moonshine on my lips, 2622|And by the skies, I guess. 2622|I know him by his shining coat, 2622|I know him by his clothes; 2622|I know him by his feather coat, 2622|I know him by his toes. 2622|This is my doll; 2622|And the dolly loves to ride with me 2622|Through the moonlight, on the sea. 2622|I know him by his high silk hat, 2622|I know him by his coat; 2622|And I know him by his shining coat, 2622|I know him by his coat. 2622|The dolly hates to ride with me, 2622|She hates to ride with me; 2622|And I hate the blackbird in the woods, 2622|And the beetle in the tree, 2622|And no man must pass 2622|With a black-eyed smile 2622|Upon my baby's face. 2622|Wife, bring me your little sword, 2622|Bring me fire, and my brand 2622|Of brown heather, whereon you shall ride, 2622|And red heather at his belt. 2622|We ride no more, no more we ride, 2622|Each shall be but a stick; 2622|We ride no more, no more we ride, 2622|The six shall be your speech. 2622|We ride no more on milk-white steeds, 2622|We ride no more in stir ======================================== SAMPLE 724 ======================================== _." 'Twas the following specimens on Mr. William MacWilliam, 41077|under the name of Mr. Fox, together with Mr. Fox. 41077|With the exception of other editions and notes, 41077|respectively met together. 41077|"Farewell, my dearest Brother, fain would I, 41077|To hear your last and joyful tale again, 41077|Which is recorded in the _Mid-day Post_, 41077|Which is recorded in the _Fourth Elegy_." 41077|To all the guests on board there never came 41077|An answer from an absentminded wit,-- 41077|Nor did the _Elegy_ without wonder strike, 41077|For they, by no means, had been _surrounded thus_. 41077|Nor did each little _Dumpus_ make a stay 41077|By telling merrily, with happy glee, 41077|"Of all our guests we bring to you to-day. 41077|We have but _four_, _tis_ dinner for to see; 41077|_Six_, _six_, they say, _six_, and _six_, I see; 41077|But of _six_, _six_, we all shall surely see." 41077|So this was said, when each had raised his hand 41077|And cheered him for his next and last good-night, 41077|When in a cheerful voice, as sweet as song, 41077|He said, "The next's to give that _second sight_." 41077|So he did. And when night came, it was no long time, 41077|For elves went out; and elves would squeamish, 41077|While great Finn waved his hand, and in a frenzied chirch 41077|The spruce tree echoed, "Allow me to commence!" 41077|For elves, as you well know, would have been the same 41077|As if one of them had been a Fairy's name 41077|To one of these in Fairy Town. For them, 41077|As much as they are able to tolerate, 41077|He does most times by his means, than they by stealth 41077|Do by some foolish or malicious stealth; 41077|And they will never once intrude the door 41077|Of Fairy Town, unless, perchance, some Elf 41077|Pursue, perchance, their origin or lore. 41077|One of the choice. The board is spread enough 41077|For every one to see the spruce tree stand. 41077|"Farewell to beg. Farewell, my brother, fare!" 41077|"Farewell to beg!" the maiden cried. But he-- 41077|The fair Dame beckoned, as she followed straight 41077|The footsteps of proud welcome, and she waved 41077|A beck, not little pleased, that nipt her hands, 41077|And bade the little snowdrops learn to drop. 41077|She held her gown and left the snowdrops there, 41077|Took the white locks and shed them. What might be, 41077|I well believe, of elves that ever dwell 41077|Amid the forest's deep, dark, wintry air, 41077|Until the light, cold step of morrow, brown, 41077|And to her feet the tiny snowdrop falls-- 41077|Such snow as ours her feet have never grown. 41077|But what's this pale-eyed witch that comes at eve 41077|With silvery step and sweet and ghostly motion? 41077|_His_ eyes are most benignant-lidded and 41077|He smiles with sweet lip and imperious eye-- 41077|Such was his promise to be free from crime, 41077|To leave this maiden far, far from her home, 41077|Her home, and in the world's rude arms to roam." 41077|I did not hear the welcome words she said. 41077|"_Welcome_, my friends, most welcome, you and me." 41077|_The Lady's Eye and the complexion were interchanges._ 41077|THE look which she had lifted every day 41077|Her household's thought, like a young bird that brings 41077|The food of peace into the heart of man, 41077|Allures, as if its peace had but one smile, 41077|Love, without feeling love and solitude, 41077|And a new life of ======================================== SAMPLE 725 ======================================== . 38520|The day has darkened us all, and now 38520|Thine eye has pierced, in agony, 38520|What wilt thou, on the brink of woe, 38520|For us, or on thy starry steep? 38520|Thine eyes are on me, as on sleep, 38520|But, lo! the hour of the dawning is at hand, 38520|When the new sun will lift us as we stand 38520|Upon Saturn's throne. 38520|We must away to distant lands, 38520|'Twill be too late to see the sun. 38520|We have loved as kings must be beloved; 38520|The monarch's might is on us as a sword; 38520|And the weak few are left to the right 38520|To manage the faes of men. 38520|Then farewell to the land of light, 38520|Where we with our sires we are met, 38520|Our land's first warriors; the long night 38520|Has seen us depart from the world in vain: 38520|The flag that a strong arm defend, 38520|Outspeed the swift flight of the flying swan-- 38520|What man can have taught what we can do, 38520|And the people's lot, we think, 38520|Is the task worn away 38520|With the tread of the feet of the weary man, 38520|And the weary hour and the cold dull air; 38520|Why is it ye move in the shade, 38520|Where is the pride of the sun 38520|And the boasting pride of the eager man, 38520|And the boasting pride of the trembling earth? 38520|Why was it ye move in the shade, 38520|And we with our sires in the past, 38520|And the sturdy people and hardy men, 38520|We are weary and worn in our strength of youth? 38520|Ye have gone your way, as men say, 38520|But we are a band to the end, 38520|And we have proved to a weary man, 38520|And we have proved to a feeble man, 38520|Whose strength is aye in the clutch of the sun. 38520|Why is it ye move in the shade, 38520|As men will a shadow the shade: 38520|You shall take your triumphs away, 38520|And your lands and your lives shall be laid 38520|In the ashes of some far-gone land. 38520|It was only a step in the land, 38520|When the shadows fell thick on the plain, 38520|And the weary men came not to the door, 38520|For they stood without on the land again. 38520|It was only a weary while 38520|On the way that the long dead lines were, 38520|When the hill-tops lay on the shore, 38520|And the great hill-tops hung upright. 38520|It was only a weary while 38520|On the way that the dead lines were, 38520|When we saw the sun in a cloud, 38520|And the sun at the sky was set. 38520|For the hill-tops are full of light, 38520|And the shadows are gathering, one by one; 38520|And the dead men fall on the earth 38520|From the path they were stooping to run. 38520|It was only a weary while 38520|On the way that they came to the last, 38520|When the hill-tops lay on the shore, 38520|And the sounds of the trumpet were past. 38520|Now there is neither East nor West, 38520|When the sounds of the trumpet are past, 38520|And the ghosts of the dead men are calling: 38520|"Bring us out here, ye dead men, 38520|We have chosen the better a grave." 38520|It was only a weary while 38520|On the way that our foes might be fast asleep; 38520|And the dead men fall more and more, 38520|In the warm of the hot-croaching dawn. 38520|It was only a weary while 38520|On the way that they came to the last, 38520|When the hill-tops and clouds unceasing 38520|Lay round the plain of the dying day. 38520|It was only a weary while 38520|On the way that our foes came ======================================== SAMPLE 726 ======================================== , the best-natured devil 1365|In the maze of his dark-green hollow. 1365|The child is a man of a fashion, 1365|And looks through the hole in the wood, 1365|The devil of falsehood and passion, 1365|Whose tribe is a village of good. 1365|But for one who goes in the desert 1365|To see the great God in his wrath, 1365|That stands all on the edge of the table 1365|Whose wrath he is ever so strong. 1365|The child is a man of a fashion, 1365|And looks through the hole in the wood, 1365|The devil of falsehood and passion, 1365|Whose tribe is a village of good. 1365|I never went as a hearer of morning, 1365|But I heard a sweeter repeat, 1365|The music of a long-forgotten song, 1365|The song of a little child's sweet ways; 1365|For I met him in his wild riotous play, 1365|And he held me, and he played truant, 1365|To his mother's breast, and kissed me, 1365|And told me what a little boy was that 1365|For which I gave my baby Tellag's. 1365|Then I made a little song and sang it, 1365|And he sang me that old song, 1365|That the people all grew interested, 1365|For it puzzled them much longer 1365|Thus to continue the song's course; 1365|Each one of them decided, 1365|The other was what he intended, 1365|But alas for that little brown bird. 1365|I have a way of going, 1365|As the people say, 1365|If ever I go by, 1365|They will ask me, why; 1365|For I go the way of the day, 1365|Or else the way of the night 1365|Of getting into the way of the town, 1365|And walking in my best, 1365|And working up my trade, 1365|And setting my trade up, 1365|And setting my trade up. 1365|If I should do this, 1365|They would hear me preach and say 1365|"There is no going to the trade, 1365|Whatever we may make of; 1365|We want none of the trade trade, 1365|And we want none of the money." 1365|I think, as they sit there, 1365|How long my views will stand, 1365|I ought to step in there, 1365|And indicate their plan 1365|By plain and title clear, 1365|Because they know my name 1365|And do not know my real, 1365|Nor care a cent about it; 1365|For I am not a lively boy, 1365|And life is a short term, 1365|And I never shall be a top, 1365|If you have an hour of leisure, 1365|And you look at me; but you are old, 1365|And I am old enough to die. 1365|This is the way that the child is given, 1365|This is the way the woman lives. 1365|She draws her breath, 1365|And what is death but a little life? 1365|For she lives in the secret of her heart, 1365|And all her life is a little death. 1365|It is the way that the child is given, 1365|The way that the woman suffers it, 1365|That the father who drives the horses out, 1365|Can never find it easily; 1365|So it is the way that the child is born, 1365|That the husband robs when the husband drives the corn, 1365|That children can fly and eat when they are old and old. 1365|I heard a little maiden go, 1365|When she came with a babe on her knee,-- 1365|"O why hast thou been a little thing, 1365|And dost thou carry my little boy?"-- 1365|"O, thou art very little, mother, 1365|But O, thy little son is wise, 1365|And he shall come and kiss thy little lips, 1365|And kiss thy little baby face."-- 1365|"O why didst thou leave thy little ======================================== SAMPLE 727 ======================================== , _The Master_, and the rest. 43271|To the first man upon the earth we have in charge 43271|That he hold out by right, and hold out for by might, 43271|Who makes the Great Man certain, and the First 43271|That were, and is, and is to all things most dear; 43271|Who, if he be not wholly wise, hath power 43271|To place in faithful heart and honest hand, 43271|And, when in earnest faith he bows his head, 43271|Declaim to all, that great eternal King, 43271|Whose wisdom, as his mercy is, God made, 43271|And, as he wills it, shall for him hold high course, 43271|That he hold out by right, and hold out for him, 43271|By day and night, by night and day, in right. 43271|The King sent us his messenger, 43271|And the letter he did bring, 43271|And to London he sent them by 43271|And at a shop-man's taking wing. 43271|He sent them by expresséd skill 43271|To Bowneck and Nantoul, 43271|By six and twenty, to Bowneck; 43271|They stayed to London town; 43271|Whence, in a moment, they do come, 43271|And bring it him by the hand that hath done the thing, 43271|I pray you, sir, take better heed of me. 43271|For this King London is my home. 43271|There is no other gentleman, 43271|But a son of England here: 43271|You shall have all sorts of walks 43271|And pleasant converse, I fear. 43271|His horse is a good charger, 43271|His scullion is good steed; 43271|With a plain redoubled furnish'd back 43271|I' the midst of my good speed. 43271|He rides on a rolling grey; 43271|A sober look and a sober laugh; 43271|He spits in the market-place, 43271|And a smile on his features; 43271|He opens the doors to his carriage, 43271|And away he scuds from the sight, 43271|And away, away, 43271|The wind of the morning blows, 43271|And the hawser flies from the sight. 43271|He shouts as he fills his place, 43271|And away, away, 43271|The horn of the morning drives; 43271|He stops at the back of his steed, 43271|And away, away, 43271|The horn of the morning drives. 43271|As the linnet stings, 43271|At his clear ringing ringing, 43271|So our courteous young fellow springs 43271|Out of our fresh singing. 43271|Hark to the wood-penny sprites! 43271|Who in our houses beguile 43271|Our slumbers, and put out our minds, 43271|And away, away, 43271|The horn of the morning drives! 43271|Down in a ditch, with blood a-red, 43271|Our old black wars are red; 43271|We'll save our dear ones, those and you, 43271|And never a penny we'll take. 43271|Ah, can it be 43271|In the hour of anguish you'll find it, 43271|And not in the winter again, 43271|With its passing and its wearing, 43271|When you think of your window pane? 43271|The moon, just under the water, 43271|Is sailing in front of the main; 43271|While on the prow, just before her, 43271|The whipper-man comes from the wind. 43271|The moon has begun to shine, 43271|While on the poop, in a lazy row, 43271|The watch-dog, waiting to throw 43271|His spectacles before her; 43271|Just like an arras, and smoothly out, 43271|With his shadow about. 43271|Just like a pair of mattress-cob, 43271|Who, in the night, when the clock strikes three, 43271|Are at their doorways' warning 43271|And are at once before their betters, 43271|Asks them in haste, and tries to catch ======================================== SAMPLE 728 ======================================== of the past, of that one hope and pride, 9580|That sphinxes else were born to serve and die, 9580|And live in the present, in this life-time dim, 9580|Of the soul's bright hope and its near restoring trim.-- 9580|But Time is dead, and the great designment flown, 9580|And, lo! the hour ordained for death and birth, 9580|Shall dash the world again like a lion on the earth. 9580|And men shall shout and stun them with their glee, 9580|And mock with song their little formal ways, 9580|And call them little names, and prate of them like prates, 9580|To mock with song their little formal ways, 9580|And name of them like dues of spleen or hate, 9580|And show like names of ghosts their dimmest nameless graves; 9580|Then when the soul has filled her snab and creeds, 9580|Shall the foul packers of the North pursue 9580|The body of the nation to its seed; 9580|And the freed spirit of the land be fed, 9580|Or the dead flesh of the wrong shall mock at it with dread, 9580|No more shall grief arise in song, no more 9580|The surging of the veins of the unquenchable sea, 9580|The song of thanks be rippled o'er and o'er, 9580|And the free heart resolved to its own pure sphere, 9580|May join the great new maker's broken clay, 9580|And all the maker's broken-hearted soul, 9580|And the wrought soul of the Lord, be beautiful and whole. 9580|O fair are Earth's bountiful fields of plain, 9580|And rich her fruit-groves of weed and corn, 9580|Whose lives are one with the free and strong, 9580|Who give and take their own in every way: 9580|Free as the sons of their sires were they, 9580|Free as the sons of their fathers were they; 9580|Who gave us Earth, let its sons of men 9580|Throng the wilds of their wilds again, 9580|And a strong new spirit is born in them, 9580|The lords of their souls and their sons of men. 9580|And Mother of All let her banner float 9580|Up the vast range of a world's wide throat 9580|Which over the stars of the azure dim 9580|Is born of the Law of the uttermost sea, 9580|And the Law of the Land of the naked knee. 9580|Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, 9580|As his corse to the rampart we hurried; 9580|Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot 9580|O'er the grave where our hero we buried. 9580|We buried him darkly at dead of night, 9580|The sods with our bayonets turning; 9580|By the struggling moonbeam's misty light 9580|And the lantern dimly burning. 9580|No useless coffin enclosed his breast, 9580|Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him; 9580|But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, 9580|With his martial cloak around him: 9580|Few and short were the prayers we said, 9580|We laid his corpse in the shroud on. 9580|And thus we lay in the clods on his breast, 9580|The clay that for ages had run 9580|With the heaped and the lying of man, 9580|And the lies we profited, man for his bed, 9580|And the lies that were lies for ever! 9580|And slings we had laid in his shroud on high, 9580|The sods on the ground but for over; 9580|Few and short were the prayers we said 9580|By the bright homes of the old ones over. 9580|And thus we lay in the clods on his breast, 9580|The clay that had bloomed in his honour; 9580|Few and short were the prayers we said 9580|By the cold homes of the old ones under. 9580|Then over the clods and the dying man 9580|The grave lifts up its dimpled 9580|Till blithe and red for his grave may span 9580|The boy who died for the brother ======================================== SAMPLE 729 ======================================== , 1382|That, by my head; 1382|And by my nose, till then, 1382|That's better than the clatter. 1382|For though of flesh thou be, 1382|Yet in my verse thou'rt better. 1382|Who to the crowd 1382|His gorses shall be charg'd, 1382|Of courteous heed; 1382|Vows, when they're fresh and kind, 1382|And of such skill the mind, 1382|With their full force; 1382|Vows though in law full still, 1382|All that in court ye will, 1382|He that shall cause ye ill; 1382|Let him that hath his fee 1382|Cally'd for his fee; 1382|Away with him! 1382|Who thus the sons of earth admires, 1382|And to his heart reverts the fires 1382|That from his inward eye beholds, 1382|And by degrees immerit strange 1382|Surprises every sense of change: 1382|Thence with his mind is wisely drawn 1382|The argument's wild monotone. 1382|He who the leader's office fears, 1382|Is one expell'd from mortal years. 1382|The God of Nature he, 1382|Who loves the human free, 1382|Discerns, by strictest laws secur'd 1382|As nature, laws in word, and form, 1382|And to the Godhead shows his heart, 1382|And whispers in the earthly part: 1382|Thence for his peaceful seat he builds, 1382|And there uprears his snowy tents: 1382|On high his labours see; 1382|And every sense receives, 1382|Attended by his Lord to Heaven, 1382|The teaching of his Word above; 1382|His holy work, to which he gives 1382|Homage for each substantial life: 1382|For his protection is this tree's; 1382|Whose lowest root beneath the earth 1382|Is neither hurt nor made to fall; 1382|There, in the midst of Nature's praise, 1382|The shelter of his glory lies. 1382|In this green spot his feet have trod, 1382|He loves his God, his draughts his god. 1382|His spirit, daily growing, 1382|His stature, and his body, 1382|In beauty and in stature, 1382|Is Nature's well-known figure. 1382|But now, behold it, where he lies, 1382|A wretching out of a million years 1382|Before his fathers, named of the skies, 1382|That over all his race beamed out 1382|In glittering ranks before his eyes, 1382|His only godlike form appears, 1382|With wreaths of light in his white hairs; 1382|He rises to the rim 1382|His hand is stretched, his face is raised; 1382|He breathes--it grows not well 1382|With all his deeds of love and truth; 1382|He suffers, but not feels, 1382|All that the best, most provident hand 1382|Of all created things can do; 1382|It feeds him with the breath of trees 1382|That kiss the sand, it feeds him with the breeze. 1382|He looks--how is he lost? 1382|--The sun is shining, 1382|And over the earth, 1382|With its beams together, 1382|Its beams together; 1382|And in the weather, 1382|With quiet heart enclosing, 1382|To him the birds sing and the waters dance. 1382|He looks to the clouds again, 1382|That are as vain and vainly 1382|As the light of a new sun 1382|That once was there, 1382|And with the breath of a new race consumes 1382|The darkness of the air, 1382|And in its own despite, 1382|Fires suddenly with delight, 1382|Full of delight; 1382|So the birds also sing, 1382|And the waters with their music ring. 1382|The grass with the green of its flowers is crowned, 1382|And beneath it the broad green wheat-fields bound; 1382| ======================================== SAMPLE 730 ======================================== to the Lord." 1953|'He looked and did consent. 1953|O, when will he return? 1953|'I shall be gone.' 1953|'Oh, when will the last smile be? 1953|'It is coming -- it is dead to me.' 1953|'You were just in the way.' 1953|'It is coming -- that's not you, but me.' 1953|'It is coming -- it is, oh, so slow!' 1953|'If you get me,' whispered the young man, 1953|'I'll go to meet it.' 1953|'But you don't. 1953|O dear, dear, 1953|It is coming -- we must go alone.' 1953|'I've promised to speak to him, and he's away. 1953|He's going to be to me a splendid show.' 1953|'I'll go to meet him, for I'm only going.' 1953|And the old man came at him with a laugh, 1953|'No, only for him. Come, tell me, I'm better.' 1953|But the old man went on with a smile, 1953|'No, only for him. Come, tell me,' she said, 1953|'You never can lose him, or he'll be here.' 1953|There was a girl in the east, 1953|At seventeen she was very poor. 1953|She got a little dog and had him fight, 1953|And she killed a little puppy in her coat, 1953|And sent them out to walk upon the spot. 1953|When the sun went down, the dog-days grew too hot. 1953|She sent them out to walk upon the spot, 1953|But the dog-days grew too hot, 1953|As dry as thatch trees grow and wet; 1953|And every day, through the leaning hours, 1953|Her bright face showed in the waiting flowers, 1953|And when she went to look, her face grew sad. 1953|Her home was in the wood, and they were fed. 1953|She took the little dog to see her there. 1953|She had no home, she had no mother. 1953|The lonely man had killed the rat 1953|If his mother would let him alone. 1953|She was sorry she hadn't gone. 1953|There was no way to make it plain. 1953|She found a little dog on the spot 1953|After supper. She stood and sobbed 1953|Until she was alone again. 1953|There was no way to make it plain. 1953|(She was not there.) 1953|The dog would not play when she was away, 1953|She would not care. She was so glad 1953|She would not care. 1953|The way was so long there was no light; 1953|Oh, the little dog was sorry that she did. 1953|She went up the hill with her mother to walk. 1953|There was no way to make it plain. 1953|It was hard riding on a horse. 1953|And the way that she went through the house 1953|Was always very difficult. 1953|The way was bad going with her mother, 1953|But it was very difficult. 1953|The way was so long it was hard riding. 1953|She went up the hill with her mother to walk. 1953|They learnt little cakes and lemon-tops. 1953|And when they were ready and came home, 1953|They went for a little walk. 1953|They climbed up the tree to get dinner; 1953|They sat down on the buckies and said: 1953|'We must watch each other, my marauders; 1953|You haven't a penny for me." 1953|But the time has come when I shall not go. 1953|It is not very long for me, 1953|They said it would be hard for me. 1953|It was hard riding on a horse 1953|One day, and there was a big gun. 1953|And when it could do nothing 1953|It was just as I was thinking. 1953|The way is so long it was hard riding. 1953|Was it hard riding on a horse 1953|One day, and I saw a big gun. 19 ======================================== SAMPLE 731 ======================================== that is so great in you 17393|I shall not seek you overmuch. 17393|But you, my friend, are like a bird 17393|Immeasurably high in air, 17393|The wing that flitteth in the dew, 17393|But farther on, albeit, doth roam; 17393|The sole of you will ever be 17393|Your mate and star. Your soul is free 17393|To go with you, and what shall follow, 17393|But you? To be like you, and lose 17393|The full life that you live in; choose 17393|Your life as yours, or not, or lose, 17393|And so remain, live so to love. 17393|I know not what I should not share, 17393|I see not what I should not feel, 17393|When first the thought of life departs, 17393|And only shadows are laid on 17393|From what is dead and what is gone. 17393|'Tis best to give what here we had; 17393|'Tis sweet the best to break away 17393|That kept our spirits pure and glad; 17393|'Tis sweet the highest joy to-day. 17393|We cannot think of any end, 17393|Nor what this comforting for us 17393|That we are doing, if we may, 17393|Across the farthest from the sea- 17393|To reach that lovely land that waits 17393|Beyond the sunset's perfect rose, 17393|Beyond the sea. The hope we miss 17393|Is of that later day's fruition, 17393|When, from the far-off hills of earth, 17393|Our little world of light shall rise, 17393|And God be swallowed in His flames, 17393|As in the mighty sacrifice. 17393|Not only the dream-laden sleeper, 17393|That by night and by morning art sleeping, 17393|Falls asleep to the breast of light, 17393|But thro' the world hath his rest unbequeathed. 17393|Not only in the dream-laden breast 17393|Through the weary day and the night-time sleeping, 17393|And the heart that ever hath throbbed at rest, 17393|But thro' the dark and the straining mingle 17393|Of life, and the tumult and fret of its strife. 17393|Not only the dream and the restless thought 17393|Through the night and the darkness of life that mingles 17393|With itself, but the longings that may have wrought 17393|A blessing on all that are not for man's peace. 17393|He who cannot rest from the world's turmoil, 17393|And the turmoil and coil of the years that grow 17393|He who cannot rest from the world's turmoil 17393|Will not sit down in the crowded world's whirl and flow 17393|Till he sinks to the sea-hollows, and shall not know. 17393|There is his home, there is his fire and his heart. 17393|There are his hearth and his hearth-fire; his heart has grown 17393|There is his hearth and his soul is the fairest place 17393|Of all the world, and he weareth the world's emprise, 17393|Will not rest there upon the dust of the world's wrongs, 17393|But dwells in the land of the few and the few. 17393|Will not he rejoice when the dawn returns, 17393|And the sun arises and the world waxes? 17393|Will he stand where the edge of the sky grows grey 17393|Mid the noiseless signs of the many downs? 17393|Will he gaze on the sea-line bright as a tree 17393|Which bivouens and shrieks as it shudders and shakes? 17393|Will he leap from the seat and abide with the sun 17393|Till he sink to the sea-strand, and the waves rise? 17393|Will he dream of the days when men shall not see 17393|A single ship by a single prow? 17393|When the wind and the sea and the tide-waves' flow 17393|Will he die from the memory of what befell 17393|He who still sits at the helm, and clearly well 17393|Hears all that the many have seen or knew. 17393|Or with ======================================== SAMPLE 732 ======================================== , and the King of Scotland. From the King of 42058|Gentles sprang, and he was the brother of the King of Uryse, and 42058|twelve men in each of these slew. He thereafter lost eleven of 42058|his kin by the sword of God, and fell among the heroes of 42058|the Welsh and Luedys. Then the other kings of the Welsh, and the 42058|Mesles, the son of Zantyris he slew, and the others of the 42058|Scalander, and the King of Aragon; through Limoges nine and ten 42058|years he pursued his path. And seven ships he brought, and 42058|six ships he brought, and five ships he brought, and every 42058|one of them of the best that were in the hold, in the hold, 42058|and in the broad harbours, for the damsel had made fast the 42058|horns and the ships of the strong, in the hold. Now all men would 42058|and took up the spoil and got well together; they cut up the 42058|horns, and the heads of all the men fell to the ground. A 42058|young knight took occasion the most valiant and famous gifts of 42058|gold and bronze; his horses were brought in twain, and many 42058|them of the best sort that were in the hold, when the son of 42058|Odysseus cut the reins with his hands, and thrust four men in 42058|the van. Then the battle-troop of the son of Peleus ceased, and 42058|the son of Dolius beat on his horses and bit the dust. He 42058|struck the chariots of the lordly warriors with a spear in 42058|hand. A wondrous storm of spears drove them from the fleet 42058|unfenced town. There in their ships they pitched battle; when 42058|the lord of earth drew nigh them in the hold, and smote on 42058|the yellow shield of Dolius. 42058|He smote the shield of Dolius with a blow that rent through 42058|the shield, and crushed it to pieces, and tore the armour, 42058|so that it seemed to be turned into a spear. 42058|Then he gave his cousin Lancelot to smite him with the sword, 42058|but he saved no one who could help and help against him. 42058|When he saw the mighty son of Peleus there, he was left alone 42058|unloved. And the mighty leader of the Paphlagonian churls did 42058|hold the steeds tethered in the field for him, while the 42058|strong prince in the halls sat down. Then the son of Dolius 42058|hastened to call the strangers and tell them all, saying: 42058|'"Friends, it behoves us not to show our straitened way, 42058|whensoever we make our boast with one another." 42058|They greeted their lord and asked him for a shield, and the old 42058|man went and sat with his mother. And every man's face 42058|was pale with fear, for he had heard their voices: the 42058|sad mother wept aloud and shed her tears. And the son of 42058|Atreus spoke to King Aetion and said: "Why, hero, dost thou 42058|bewail me? For thy valour, even for a woman's sake, has never 42058|suffered death like that of Odysseus, and my mother bids me 42058|waste all her noblemen, and go back again to my own country." 42058|Then didst thou make answer, swineherd Eumaeus: "Aethiop, son of 42058|Atreus, the most exalted above all men in goodly Leda, the 42058|Achaeans were ever in battle with such as thou, and they 42058|Odysseus was the first to speak. But when they were now together 42058|boldly hearkened to him, and spake: 42058|'"Father, thou art a god, and in none wise mortal can 42058|humble longings toward the holy gods. But thou art above all 42058|others wroth, even that noble Odysseus might be far from his 42058|friends, and keep his possessions under him, and that this 42058|w ======================================== SAMPLE 733 ======================================== ! Why is it you talk to me 38475|Of one whose spirit may not live in vain, 38475|Taught in this folly to betray his soul? 38475|If truth one soul must teach how soon it fell 38475|That all the world by this sad masque of shame 38475|Which makes his own the precious and eternal, 38475|And makes them poorer than he pays each soul. 38475|This is not the world's way, 38475|How could we find where once we had designed: 38475|Let us not vainly lay our thoughts and dreams 38475|As he has ever been, and all our efforts 38475|Are vain as air is. Time can only make 38475|Our effort up to a victorious end 38475|By drawing the stone from that old ruin 38475|Which now we gaze on. There's no better way 38475|Than that which drove us here to this hot season, 38475|When some starved giant, one to tell us treason, 38475|Could get his counsel from the Lord of lords. 38475|When all had joined in the tumultuous hum, 38475|Some savage of his band, one giant bore 38475|The image of his victim down the Capitol, 38475|And all in vain, to sink upon the pavement, 38475|Were held and lost. The brazen trumpets' blast 38475|Was heard the evening, and they left him here 38475|To trumpet up his safety to the tomb; 38475|For he had grown old in the storms of debate 38475|And had no more his right of burial 38475|Among the men, before his fury's fall. 38475|As if in act to hurl him from the walls 38475|They did at once to death and ruin, thus 38475|He only did the death-holes of his foes. 38475|And thus he fell, as if a dungeon door 38475|Were opening to admit the steps of men, 38475|And the same floor they were by no means lonesome 38475|Would hold as his were hewn in, stones thrown out. 38475|And thus lay he, and could not choose but go 38475|As fast as he could reach that horrid side, 38475|Where stood the very front door of his tomb, 38475|For one step he had run and laid on sand! 38475|The same night, while at home he did all he could, 38475|He looked upon the city, the dead. 38475|He saw the walls of the town, the narrow plan 38475|Of his own roof, with weather foul and strong-- 38475|He viewed the sky and the moon and the sea 38475|At midnight--and he came not back at all. 38475|He never saw that horrid company, 38475|And the faces of these all so pitiful 38475|That there he sat, he never saw such face 38475|But, as when in his mind he says, 'The dead, 38475|The strangers of the town, were buried there.'" 38475|He looked, and saw at last his brother lie 38475|With fetters bound, the bondsman's floor beside, 38475|In a deep bed of blood. At last his heart 38475|Doubted that he was a traitor in the camp-- 38475|No sooner had he slept. 38475|Then up and spoke 38475|The son of Ubb, who with the father stood 38475|Beside the lake, and knew that he was dead; 38475|"The prince, no doubt. But tell me, will you tell 38475|Your master? Is your husband dead? I see 38475|The traitor there. And will you tell the name, 38475|Or do you bear it? We have lived to see 38475|Of him and of his father no small remembrance, 38475|But from our blessed memory we must bear 38475|The burden of our lives. 38475|"The night has passed, and, as you are to hear, 38475|I hear, 'He sleeps'--but how can I believe 38475|That they have slept not? They are dead, as I am. 38475|I would not have it--if I could deceive you 38475|Had I not lost my eyes, and ears, and ears: 38475|You tell me that your master, if he lies 38475|In this great desert, has no rascal man, ======================================== SAMPLE 734 ======================================== , that lies near 'er 'eaven o' me. 3023|The hoss is a ladye, the reel's a ladye, 3023|Fair, fair it is on, I will keep a tryste, 3023|Gaucy, wha fashions a skelp 3023|Closer than I am, with thee to singe. 3023|The hoss is a ladye, and a ladye fair, 3023|Fair, fair it is on, I must keep a tryste, 3023|Gaucy, wha fashions a smiddy 3023|Smiddy, whate'er it be: 3023|The hoss is a ladye, and a ladye fair, 3023|Fair, fair it is on, I will keep a tryste, 3023|Gaucy, whate'er it be. 3023|I had seen the ladye, and the bonny lass 3023|Had trod me before me, like to the grass, 3023|And I sang like her, and the bonny lass 3023|Was not a sylph, but furtively I sang. 3023|And the proud dame's daughter warned me 3023|That I should be a sylph: 3023|The whippoorwill is a ladye, 3023|The bairn is in the bush! 3023|The kirkyard is a ladye, 3023|The kirkyard is not a sylph, 3023|The hunter's daughter of the bush, 3023|And there's no dew left in the hawth, 3023|But a sylph, and a sun, 3023|And there's no rain left in the bush, 3023|But for to make my song. 3023|The piper's daughter of the wood, 3023|She's the piper's daughter of the wood, 3023|And a skilful harlefer she's good, 3023|And a pipe as loud as tongue can shew, 3023|And a lute to fling the flute; 3023|She's the best that I can do, 3023|For she's got the pipes of Pan 3023|Every night when times are dark, 3023|And the worst days will come, though, I am sure, 3023|If Pan will pipe to thee. 3023|The wanton witch, though waxen old, 3023|Will wade through water till the fire's cold: 3023|And then the bagpipe, till the smoke's done, 3023|Will vanish as the sparks expire: 3023|And in a wreath of mist there will be none-- 3023|But look, and mind, and see! 3023|The sun's gone down: the shades are gone: 3023|All things will darken, and all things will wane: 3023|The fair-haired maidens, they will start from bed, 3023|Flit off like smoke about the shadowy place 3023|Where Pan and Psyche met. 3023|Night hath congealed the flower-starred sky: 3023|The mists steal out beneath the moon: 3023|And now the wind takes off the shroud 3023|And floats it to the tune. 3023|And now the moon and stars begin 3023|To shake the dusk from off the earth: 3023|It shivers in the shrouds of cloud: 3023|And now she shines like one 3023|New risen from some watery grave, 3023|With the moon's lovely face in birth: 3023|And then the rain begins to pour 3023|Down silver sins on the marble floor, 3023|The snow so deep that none can tell 3023|The ever-living moon's fine spell: 3023|And now the birds to number square 3023|The golden globe's immensity:-- 3023|And now the stars begin to shine: 3023|And now the moon with her monotonously bright 3023|Looks down upon the milky sky. 3023|She hears the song, but cannot see - 3023|The still, green mists that creep 3023|Across the moon-lit earth and sea, 3023|And all the stars that grow. 3023|She has no fear, yet cannot tell: 3023|The moon is set beneath her brow: 3023| ======================================== SAMPLE 735 ======================================== for the work they gave 8187|From that glad day when first we'd planned 8187|Our first design of woman's hand; 8187|When I no more, no more could stand 8187|The baby gazing at his eyes 8187|Just then my mother, round and warm, 8187|To her was all her mother's choice: 8187|Then _then_, dear _mother_, be not coy, 8187|But learn to play with me that night! 8187|We've play'd the _game_ before we play'd, 8187|And I could play, and mother found. 8187|The _fraction_ of that pretty name 8187|We never knew before, 'tis true: 8187|And though the mother's in the same, 8187|It is a work for us to do. 8187|No doubt you'll find we're like the place, 8187|And, better still, are not to play 8187|At home, where all is _quite_ too base, 8187|Where _not_ the _ audible_ Pay9. 8187|And thus, dear Mary, I'll not say, 8187|It was my mother and my _own_, 8187|And I'm sure all _other_ mothers say 8187|_She_ never did, but, _all_ her own. 8187|I'm sorry. You'll not pass me by? 8187|For, sure as daylight comes, next day 8187|We'll bid the master give the lie 8187|To t' other little lads ashore; 8187|And he will watch the _panting_ store. 8187|So, since you've seen my single face; 8187|Then tell me, dear, what have we done? 8187|I'm in Good-morn Good-Merchant's place, 8187|And, as we're tempting, still afraid 8187|To work one's own particular trade. 8187|Then, in the time the merchant told 8187|How, in new towns, to _number_ trade 8187|The _ship_ came home a different date, 8187|And kept some _figs_ of _buy_ by _gate_: 8187|Then as I thought how _very_ young we'd be, 8187|I bade this child, now, never, see 8187|How very soon the time had turned, 8187|Since for the _Mother,_ I've been changed. 8187|_She_ never did, and _still_ unloved; 8187|And so, dear Mary, I am _home_: 8187|And, as it is, I am _still_, I'm _home_. 8187|_This_ book may be a friendly one, 8187|And you may get a hearty smile; 8187|But not a word, dear, now--a stone;-- 8187|It is the _Work_, dear God! of _Words_; 8187|And thus the meal, my Mary-queen, 8187|We've kept together. _Hear_ what I begin, 8187|And, oh! ere long, _return_ to all 8187|My books, that I may be at rest: 8187|And, oh! I _shall_ be, at least, my best. 8187|Ah, dear, I _never_ let 8187|This grave lie spread about; 8187|That grave, that little place where _never_ 8187|_Could_ hold one thought of me. 8187|"_Oh, come not in at Glo'ster, Deering_, 8187|Come not at Glo'ster's head; 8187|For, oh! that grave is made for _you_, 8187|For 'tis at Time they're dead!" 8187|Thus having said, dear Lady Jane 8187|Had feelings apt to fail, 8187|It chanced one day, as he went on 8187|His duties to assail: 8187|"_'Twould seem," said he, "of temper so-- 8187|'Twould come if I'd my choice; 8187|But I'm not going to the Church to tell 8187|That I've no wish to change." 8187|Then, from _his_ hand the _little_ thumb 8187|For fear had made it swell, 8187|He shrunk ======================================== SAMPLE 736 ======================================== with his foot, and they went rushing on. 10493|But little danger did Red Ridingshut 10493|The big white horse, and at the spur it struck. 10493|"Look there," said Tom, "my pony and I'll bite, 10493|And I'll not take a pony like a pony like you." 10493|But while Tommy was making mincemeat 10493|He snuffed the steam out of his big red horse. 10493|"Look there!" said Bobby, with a knowing wink, 10493|With many mischievous thumb-jig on his wrist. 10493|"Look there, feed my poor little little fat fiddle, 10493|I'll be a nice fallow, and it's more for a fiddle." 10493|"Look there, feed my poor little fat fiddle, 10493|There is more for you and some folks," said Bobby. 10493|But Little Jack was not a naughty boy, 10493|For he had never seen its tail before. 10493|"Oh!" said Bobby, "came there any fun. 10493|Now, when we have chocolate, tak' it off. 10493|For my two thumbs out I will fetch a man. 10493|Oh!" said Bobby, "came there any fun. 10493|Now tell me, how is your leg?" Said Robin, 10493|"Yes, on the right, sir. It has the greatest bathing." 10493|The two thumbs off the trunk, 10493|The two thumbs off the trunk; 10493|Six thumbs down the trunk, 10493|The one on the back; 10493|A nose full of holes for a mouth. 10493|The two thumbs down the trunk; 10493|Four toothfuls for eyes; 10493|Five thumbs down the trunk; 10493|The one full of holes for a mouth. 10493|The two thumbs down the trunk. 10493|The two thumbs down the trunk. 10493|The two thumbs down the trunk. 10493|The two thumbs down the trunk; 10493|They looked at one another with greedy faces-- 10493|Sly, splay-footed, and grave with grave expression. 10493|"You were all over-brimful of being kissed," 10493|Says little Jack, 10493|"When I was a-jarreling with you." 10493|"You are like a little child at school." 10493|"I am so proud of you, 10493|And lookin' rather scared 10493|To think I was the one I missed." 10493|"You are like a little stick?" said the teacher. 10493|"Now don't get it off, 10493|This tree is very full of fruit." 10493|Says the boy, "It is very fine." 10493|They went to school. What was to be said? 10493|They went to the school, 10493|And they spoke to each other with different voice. 10493|They sat in the room and ate each other. 10493|And all the time they were both eating forest fruits? 10493|They sat under the trees and watched the brook. 10493|Their hair was white, and yellow, and all that they were 10493|They talked in their minds of pleasant things. 10493|They went to school, and they talked to each other, 10493|Of birds, beasts, and insects, and beasts and birds. 10493|And all the time they were eating wood fruit. 10493|They had to break Indians, and teach them the way to walk. 10493|They had to live for it, and spend their money. 10493|And all the time they were making woods. 10493|Their talk would flow on, and their stories and tales 10493|Would flow in the sun, and their stories and tales 10493|Would be endless as ever, and they would walk and talk. 10493|They kept telling the tales of mighty men 10493|Round the moon's wide horns, and the terrible red, 10493|Such as they might have been in the days of old. 10493|And the stories would go as the story grew. 10493|The boys could talk of their wonderful lives, 10493|Of their wonderful cities, and how they would come 10493|To their feet, and sleep in the clover or shoot. 10493|Old Sam would go to his bed one day, 10 ======================================== SAMPLE 737 ======================================== 1|As much as I would have you do 24280|If you but had--as if you knew! 24280|The world is very strange. O Time, 24280|Why did you send a written line 24280|To make it fit to mark and rhyme 24280|The only letters of my rhymes?-- 24280|Why does it rhyme? Why does it rhyme! 24280|You, who so well my verses spell, 24280|With all their powers of feeling, tell 24280|Of my sad fate, and still me so 24280|Supplant, as by a wizard's art, 24280|That I may fit and rhyme, 24280|That haply in the world may meet 24280|And make a rhyme. 24280|But, ere his fatal hour, I read 24280|The letters of his dying bed, 24280|And deem, that with his dying breath 24280|My spirit may in death and death 24280|Rise up alive again: 24280|And that as I, a man so tried 24280|By secret force of some sweet side 24280|(The world is always wondering whether 24280|I really was right or wrong already), 24280|May in some future far-off day be seen 24280|My verses perish quite away, 24280|Like leaves in wintry weather, 24280|And, like the mist of morning, stay 24280|In heaven to wither and decay. 24280|The world is all before me,--why not I? 24280|The world is in my infancy! 24280|The world, in hopes and fears resolved, may lie 24280|Silent the moment I reflect 24280|Upon its joyous history. 24280|All through the night I have been sleeping, 24280|And heard that sound at intervals, 24280|Like to a sigh from those far distant spheres 24280|Which I have heard to whisper pines: 24280|No more the world is young with glee-- 24280|The very winds ring with their singing 24280|While far above me and me 24280|The stars their light and gladness bring; 24280|'Tis but to steal in from the night-- 24280|To steal in from the stars so bright! 24280|The nightingale, on Sunday morn, 24280|Heard the hushed wind its matins mourn, 24280|Which, with a solemn, chuckling sound, 24280|She now enjoys, and feels, profound. 24280|In the last silence of the night, 24280|When the old clock points to the other world, 24280|(Ah! would this night had been of gold, 24280|To set me free from that dark fold 24280|And all that it has in its keeping 24280|For those who have been gone a thousand years, 24280|Would its solemn self had been of gold! 24280|What says he to the dull old moon? 24280|What says he to the dull old owl? 24280|What says he to the giddy stars, 24280|And harkens what the madrigals 24280|Say to each other in the night? 24280|What says he to the stars above? 24280|What says he to the beasts beneath? 24280|What says he to the beasts beneath? 24280|What says he to the beasts beneath? 24280|What says he to the very dogs? 24280|What tells he to the birds above? 24280|What whispers he, and hides a love 24280|Which even to look on never moves. 24280|What says he to the beasts beneath? 24280|What says he to the very birds? 24280|What says he to the beasts beneath? 24280|What says he to the leaves above? 24280|What says he to the flowers below? 24280|What says he to the fish beneath? 24280|What says he to the clouds above? 24280|What says he to the earth below? 24280|What says he to the beasts beneath? 24280|What says he to the clouds above? 24280|What says the lordly lion, friend, 24280|What tells he to the clouds above? 24280|What says he to the moisten'd eye 24280|That nothing walks on earth half so, 24280|And, when he meets his countryman, 24 ======================================== SAMPLE 738 ======================================== , that in my heart 28375|Is found the home, 28375|And I've a sigh for thee, Love! 28375|That thou art the only man 28375|Which thou canst be; 28375|Who with the mind canst teach 28375|What never was, or can, 28375|My mind in thy remembrance wilt 28375|To forms of strife and jar. 28375|All day thy wings are weft 28375|In letters of a might 28375|That well-nigh names each thing. 28375|Thy mooring in the west 28375|Thou seest, and in the east 28375|Thy forehead I do kiss.-- 28375|O what a grief it is to find 28375|That I for thee have not, sweet love, 28375|The feeling that's the same, 28375|That they the same do name. 28375|Therefore to thee I do 28375|Love's service free from guile, 28375|And constant still in hope to prove 28375|That thou wilt be thy man, 28375|And that in me thy bliss 28375|So sweet a thing my lips 28375|Can say to every heart and brain, 28375|That I'm his wife again, 28375|And that he hath no ill, but reign 28375|In me, and that he will, 28375|Though I should mourn with less than this, 28375|Who hath no thief therein 28375|Of his own free will! 28375|I would not be so happy 28375|While my life's years are thine; 28375|But I would be a bondman 28375|To the end of all my woes, 28375|And that all other crowns 28375|But leave--like thee--their crowns. 28375|I would not lose for aughtness 28375|My worldly freedom save; 28375|Nor lose for aught that is not bought 28375|With the highest thought of earth 28375|The freedom that I crave. 28375|It has been my lot to love thee; 28375|I still would be the slave 28375|To thy love, and still be free 28375|Of all I have to save. 28375|If I could make my love remember, 28375|And thy beauty think of me 28375|With hearts like stars set free, 28375|Then thou would be my dearest thought, 28375|And I the light in each would be 28375|O' thine eyes--till they unsought 28375|The wish--the wish--the wish--and brought 28375|The heart of truth to thee. 28375|And should I fall thus needs must die; 28375|Then, then--O, then, my life must lie 28375|In some cold world where 'tis denied 28375|To love thee--till thy love is dead 28375|As a hushed chamber laid. 28375|The day is gone, the sun is setting, 28375|The air is still and deep; 28375|The sea-bird's loud cry wakes in the sleeper 28375|Whose soul is with the deep. 28375|I lie alone in the wide fields, 28375|And weep before the noon; 28375|The waves are still, the sea sings on 28375|With all her many croon. 28375|And soon along the sand-hills 28375|The black ships will go home; 28375|And the long hours in sullen throngs 28375|Shall beat, and toil, and roam. 28375|With the slow sand-hills in their haste 28375|They will go home beyond; 28375|And the long hours in sullen throngs 28375|Shall beat, and toil, and roam. 28375|The night is still, the clouds have gone, 28375|The sun is getting low; 28375|The clouds have gone,--but, lo, they look 28375|Across the edge of the low sea-- 28375|With angry hearts they shrink away. 28375|Their hearts will soon be cold and dark, 28375|Nor friendly eye, nor hand to hand; 28375|But they will fade as they have gone, 28375|And be as they were ever wont. 28375|They think not of the sunny skies, 28375|Nor their green ======================================== SAMPLE 739 ======================================== , 1365|Of some far shore, where, long unbroken through time, 1365|The long-sought harbor of the West is notched. 1365|There it stands, a tall thing by the great log, 1365|Till the ship crags, and then the land is still, 1365|And the only sea-bird that has resting home 1365|Is the old swim artificer, the Sun. 1365|You, who are lovers in the snow, 1365|You, when the nights are long, don't know 1365|That one has eyes like the Penitentiary 1365|That hides the stars. It is to me 1365|That it is Christmas Eve to you! 1365|It is so lonely; you, so young. 1365|You, with your needles, so unwearied; 1365|We, who so lightly fling our fingers 1365|As not to have your hand touch, even-- 1365|Too old to know what memories 1365|Grow, without wishing to be hidden 1365|In the old crooked way of life! 1365|And so, your hand on my poor lip, 1365|Your kiss, so innocent, so loving-- 1365|And so I think it is that I 1365|Am glad to let you know its worth. 1365|But why do you shut your eyes? 1365|They are too wide and blue to see 1365|So hardly wide enough for me. 1365|Ah, not in these cold fields alone 1365|May I find any sweet sweet sweet thing, 1365|Nor in these woods, to make complete 1365|The silence of your words and sweet. 1365|Nor in these cool and quiet meads, 1365|Only in your heart may I rejoice, 1365|Because alone with you I wait 1365|And wonder in its mystery. 1365|Come back! How, in that time of year, 1365|You loved the country, you the country. 1365|In all the world of flowers and fountains 1365|Upon the sea-beach walks up and down 1365|The people that we plucked with love and rapture 1365|The rapture of the flying summer hours, 1365|Or laughed with our cool lips to draw us home 1365|In all the countries. 1365|No, not in this cold heart of ours, 1365|But in the open window where we died 1365|The shining April leaves looked back for us, 1365|The last bright fords are in the bay beside 1365|The shining sea-snake as he takes the steeple. 1365|And when within the narrow house we die 1365|And all is changed, and winds begin to blow, 1365|The little bells of our content will sound 1365|An organ in the air like Michael's trump, 1365|And a priest's voice amid the people's prayers 1365|Will be, "At last you go away, come back." 1365|Then you, sweet peace, will come to me; 1365|I will be king, I will be king. 1365|A royal way of growing old is mine, 1365|My heart is filled of love of thee, 1365|I have no care for crowds or sands, 1365|I am too old for love or pride, 1365|I will not fear the love of flowers; 1365|I will have gardens new and strange, 1365|I will not live on mountain top, 1365|I will not fear the wild March moon; 1365|I will not go away with songs 1365|The days disperse and summer fills, 1365|I will not be a child by walls 1365|The world is empty and my heart 1365|A place among these silent hills. 1365|The great salt wind across my face 1365|Blows the long, white road where I must go 1365|In sunlight like a drift of snow, 1365|And I am chill; for in the same 1365|Was I in childhood, and you knew. 1365|In the sharp winter even had I seen you, 1365|On an unforgotten morning, 1365|A wordless child among the birches 1365|Or a child's face, fair and mild, 1365|The face I thought a child. 1365|I often wonder where your feet have trod ======================================== SAMPLE 740 ======================================== s were to the ancients known. 7391|Now comes the night, the day of tribulation. 7391|Darkness! the wind of night is a caress 7391|On the blue deep of the high, blue vault of heaven, 7391|It stirs the bells of Solomon, and passes 7391|Through groves and garden-ways of other lands. 7391|The world is full of visions, but in dreaming 7391|Night-weary eyes search in vain for rest 7391|From this day-labour, this day-grip of sorrow, 7391|This day-long struggle for the breast 7391|Stripped to the flesh for man's unhappiness. 7391|How shall we bear it? As of old, perchance, 7391|A little dust of dust, thus let us bear it; 7391|This dust of song, blown on the wind of age, 7391|To memory's light, thus, yearning, shall repeat it, 7391|Dead things shall rise fresh from the dust and dew, 7391|New gods be born in temples of our thought. 7391|These are the signs. 7391|Ah! but that we could read and write this brief 7391|Read of thy life-blood and thy soul's blind search, 7391|That we should find thee with the world's coarse stuff 7391|Drowned in new light from the old light of hope, 7391|As from the sky, in distant rays of light, 7391|Doth that bright shimmering tangle cloak thee round 7391|So we, who see the light and grasp the words, 7391|And in our hearts and thoughts lift up the sword, 7391|Have sight and song alike of old and life. 7391|The night is as an ancient scroll: and out 7391|The dim, pale pictures of the dawn come forth 7391|In burning letters in the ruddy glow 7391|Of morning, rising from the wave of sea. 7391|I see them, in their splendour like to suns, 7391|Standing before my tent, the sturdy rhinoceros, 7391|And the old men who held them all in charge 7391|To keep the world in order. What I see 7391|Is but the flickering of white lights that sparkle 7391|Out of the sunset on the evening air. 7391|They stand on hands, 7391|The world itself, 7391|As when I knew how good the world could be, 7391|The woman-bearer of the world I used to see 7391|Now stands the statue of a living man 7391|That drew the bolt that trembled from the seat 7391|Of some great temple, where, in days of old, 7391|The gods were gods, the priests of Calvary, 7391|The elders of the Temple, guardians of the gate; 7391|They look upon my beauty in the face, 7391|The old wise gods, the golden god within, 7391|And I am all of them, and they are all of them. 7391|The world is full of heroes and men's hearts 7391|And all the world of mortals, and the time 7391|Is when the first rude woman's hand unites 7391|The fire of freedom, in her hands the clod 7391|Unstruck of the wheel of time. It will be there, 7391|The marble and the gold are gone, and but the sword, 7391|The pen and pencil and the writing of the page, 7391|Are but the hands of God. 7391|It is enough 7391|To make me whole, to love, to service, toil, 7391|To labour from my first youth to a meed 7391|Of loving care, to watch my image grow 7391|Fairer than other men, a thing made pure 7391|And living as a blessed thing. I live 7391|Through the whole years, I see the tender grace 7391|And purity of women, and at times 7391|I see before me the sweet purity 7391|And soft compassion of their eyes and lips 7391|The tender sweetness of their lips and eyes, 7391|The tender kindness of their lips and eyes. 7391|My life is full of flowers and music, 7391|And all of words and vows, my life is one 7391|With all things that are, and ======================================== SAMPLE 741 ======================================== |For love is stronger than passion can be. 2388|Yet even in this our weakness must we break, 2388|Save the faint spark of hope, be left to seek! 2388|To-day is our heritage; our sires were brave; 2388|And in their benediction we may take. 2388|Our hearts grow cold, nor hope can longer live; 2388|And we, though helped from heaven, must yet receive 2388|The Love that lives in courage and in act, 2388|Who have known sorrow and who mourn for fact. 2388|But you, who boast because you hold it such 2388|An ancient record of your glorious youth, 2388|When the heart's joy is yours, and the eye's laugh in it, 2388|And the tongue mutely utters it--what truth? 2388|Why, in our day, sometimes we read your name 2388|On bards who wore it, and who read your fame: 2388|Then in some former life, or in a day 2388|When the swift ear of chance had left the sphere, 2388|And the long waiting of your eyes were done, 2388|Why should we smile, or why should tears not fall 2388|When life has rolled us to an end, alas! 2388|And all our weary waiting turns to pain. 2388|Why, on the whole, are we who would not share 2388|Your glorious immortality, 2388|And drink, and live, and sing because you are 2388|A thing to scorn, a thing to love, and yet 2388|Reign all enamoured of the cup you set, 2388|And give as only you your poet is? 2388|Alas! we know the secret, and behold 2388|Your beauty mirrored in the golden day. 2388|So, when I woke, ah, so I could not bear 2388|To feel the silence dark about my hair: 2388|I needed then, for I could only weep, 2388|To find a firmer trust within my deep: 2388|I needed, now, but only fears to find 2388|How to pour out the sorrow of my mind. 2388|They love to make their music of the spheres; 2388|Their music is of love, and not of tears. 2388|A voice falls weeping through the heavy air, 2388|It is so soft and clear and comforting, 2388|It is so full of pain, so full of faith; 2388|And yet so mute, that, listening on the earth, 2388|It murmurs to me like a living child. 2388|O dear, forgotten, and unknown, 2388|Your own, immortal, pure and true! 2388|Where is the faith you gave 2388|To me, when young, to you? 2388|Here on the hills, here beneath the woods, 2388|Here on the fields of air, 2388|My own voice cries, O hush the winds, 2388|And hush the bitter rain. 2388|What sound is that which I sometimes hear 2388|Thro' the long afternoon? 2388|You seem no bird; and at some sound 2388|The whole world disappears. 2388|The winds that blow, the birds that fly, 2388|The leaves that fall, the ground 2388|Where once the flowers of earth were found, 2388|Seem less than memory dim; 2388|For from old memories here below 2388|The old ghosts of the past 2388|Come back again, a little while, 2388|Back with the gleams of joy, awhile, 2388|And let us go, and may. 2388|Here in the world of light, 2388|The old words ever said, 2388|Calling me and forgotten quite-- 2388|For I am a passer-by. 2388|Where, on the hills, above the trees, 2388|The birds that flew are dead. 2388|I often hear the wind go by 2388|And question my returning love; 2388|And in the blue of dawn a cry, 2388|Like the voice of a stream afar, 2388|I hear it in my dreamless breast, 2388|And in the night a melody. 2388|What are these voices, and what do you tell 2388|Voices that I alone have your ear? 23 ======================================== SAMPLE 742 ======================================== 31314|Hid their bosoms where they sleep; the breeze 31314|Of May, the sweetest of the trees. 31314|And, while at rest, they sing "All hands 31314|Against the golden harp-string, and, 31314|Upon their breast, in the warm air, 31314|The wild bird's drowsy tune is set,-- 31314|The varied language of the birds;-- 31314|To them is odour as of spring. 31314|O nightingale, in the wood dost thou sing 31314|To the dark forest-sher's sweet chorister! 31314|Aeolian harp, that so often thou playest 31314|In the dark meadows, and sweet murmuring 31314|Of thy mellow sweet-breathed, airy David, 31314|When his flutes made the green earth a carpet! 31314|O golden harp! that could meet the cold, 31314|And, whether raptured or oppressed, 31314|Chase thy sweet tone and sweet voice, even 31314|Even within whose chords,--sunk in the night,-- 31314|The wood was lost in melody! 31314|No fairer music, with so sweet a tone, 31314|From the green moss such notes can float; 31314|Thou liest in thy leafy hush and moan: 31314|And yet, thou stirrest not--stunned and touched, 31314|Thy liquid voice, which would have made 31314|The very flowers weep for sleep--(even the sweet, 31314|The lily-bells that chanced to kiss his head)-- 31314|Hast thou not sung as if in a dear thing 31314|With thy fair hair flowed in a drowsy dance? 31314|The nightingale, thy melancholy note, 31314|No more will tell the tender theme aright 31314|Of the sweet bird that sang at evening. 31314|The nightingale! the nightingale! 31314|Ah! had you never loved me yet! 31314|But had you never watched so well, 31314|And never even remember'd it! 31314|I love the morning too, 31314|And love the little nightingale; 31314|My songs are for my single senses,-- 31314|But not so for my single sense. 31314|I love, and most when I am happy; 31314|My song loves thoughts that soar to heaven; 31314|My flute is for my singleushes,-- 31314|But not so for my eleven. 31314|The nightingale, the nightingale! 31314|That all the world with music calls, 31314|No more can tell of me, 31314|But this I know: I love my Champion; 31314|My harp the same song beats in all the ages, 31314|And all the world with me forgets. 31314|To the tune of "When shall I away hence, 31314|And leave no peace but in my heart to die 31314|Before I give my body to an angel, 31314|To live in the sun, and for men to lie? 31314|To live in the sun, and for men to love me, 31314|And for men to die, and for men to die?" 31314|To the tune of "When shall I away hence, 31314|And leave no peace but in my heart to die, 31314|The sun shall have his peace; 31314|The stars and the stars shall have their glory: 31314|But this I know,--that I shall be with thee, 31314|To live in the sun, and for men to die." 31314|To the tune of "When shall I away hence, 31314|And leave no peace but in my heart to die, 31314|The sun shall have his peace; 31314|The stars and the stars shalt have their glory: 31314|But this I know,--that I shall be with thee, 31314|To live in the sun, and for men to die." 31314|To the tune of "When shall I away hence, 31314|And leave no peace but in my heart to die? 31314|O nightingale, thy sweetness grows in vain, 31314|Thy song is as sweet as the dew in flowers, 31314|And all the world ======================================== SAMPLE 743 ======================================== . 34163|_The first verse is fragments of Mr. Beattie's _Song of Lincoln_, 34163|"The moon"--"The moon of Life."--"The eternal spheres." 34163|"Thy soul's a garden of delight."--"The 34163|"Night-Power of Day" is in the right of the poet, who says,-- 34163|"Thy spirit's all too small for Rome." 34163|"A song of late"--"The immortal heavens."--"Mourn." 34163|_Mourning Bridegroom and Door of Plover Gold."_ 34163|"No, no, I do not love thy life."--"Die." 34163|"And shall I--ah--wilt thou not?" 34163|"Let there be light; thou hast thyself the starry night." 34163|_The Maiden of the hurdles has a child of thy heart._ 34163|"The Sun! the Sun!"--"I have his starry feet."-- 34163|"The sun!"--"The Sun, I have his starry feet."-- 34163|"Ah!--the starry night that hovers there!"-- 34163|_The Maiden of the hurdles has a child of thy heart._ 34163|"The Sun!--the Sun!"--"The tiresome sun!" 34163|"A starry sun myself, and all my brothers' train."-- 34163|"The Sun! the Sun!"--"The splendid sun!" 34163|"The Sun! the Sun!"--"The glorious Sun!" 34163|Who thus in triumph on the right hand of the Christ. 34163|Come, come away, my sons, 34163|And bind the gallows tree; 34163|The golden corn hath she, 34163|And all the trees are fresh and green; 34163|The lark is on the sky; 34163|The snail is on the thorny ground; 34163|In Paradise 'tis morn, 34163|With twelve sweet flowers, for crown'd with thorn. 34163|The sun again set aglow with glory, 34163|The lark is on the lea; 34163|See, see the blush of day 34163|Upon the western hill! 34163|Now bring the crocus, O my sons, 34163|The purple and the white; 34163|The cowslip in the meadow, 34163|And gently the night-air light; 34163|The chestnut in the orchard, 34163|And every flower that blows; 34163|The snowdrop in the orchard, 34163|All gently the night-air light; 34163|The white-throat once again, 34163|Let loose the katy-fleece; 34163|Sweet bird! the world is new, 34163|For all we hear and see. 34163|O, young and tender joyous ones, 34163|And loves so fresh and fair! 34163|The crocus for the morning-rose, 34163|And the larks for linnet's throat; 34163|The larks for one remembered night 34163|That all the world is blest; 34163|The crocus for the morning-sun, 34163|The crocus for the swan; 34163|Oh, you too young--and young again! 34163|The sun we see rise in the west, 34163|The crocus on the hill; 34163|The crocus by the river's edge, 34163|At noonday, doth fill. 34163|There is a story about one,-- 34163|Some legend about the stoic moon, 34163|And what it is to a man like us, 34163|Who lives in the lonely moon. 34163|I saw them sit, and listen at my side, 34163|And what I saw they did not say; 34163|Perhaps 'twas winter ere the swallows cried, 34163|Maybe the night was rusty some day. 34163|Yet the winter was so sweet and still, 34163|The very birds sung there in the nest, 34163|And 'twas not long ere making any stir, 34163|For the snow was on the plain west. 34163|The ice was here, and the trees in the lane, 34163|In the morning the sun was sinking; 34163|Summer came, and the birds sang loud, ======================================== SAMPLE 744 ======================================== . 8187|"What! are ye there, ye women, 8187|That with bushricks and with wools-- 8187|At night, on water and on lilies-- 8187|With little worms on the bank?"-- 8187|Thus spoke the youth, and the other 8187|To his father and mother-- 8187|"But thou, thou art not mistaken, 8187|While others, who are not mistaken, 8187|But unto thee be changed as nothing, 8187|And, ere thou art as nothing, 8187|No wonder I should care for 8187|Thy pretty blue ethereal! 8187|"Ah, were thou there! B. 8187|"As to my mother I say, 8187|'This is some youthful maiden 8187|Is jesting with me, 8187|She's playful as the wind, 8187|And gay and frolic 8187|As the spray 8187|Of the sea, 8187|And I must away, 8187|And leave her to myself 8187|And her lover, 8187|For I'd laugh, sigh, grow old, 8187|Would he be wiser, 8187|Would punish my grief, 8187|And let him be, 8187|As merry as I, 8187|Yet, a pretty boy, 8187|And a beautiful girl, 8187|With a maid so trim, 8187|And a face so sweet, 8187|And a forehead so clear, 8187|And a thick raven hair, 8187|And a cheek so finely set, 8187|And a lip's transparent jet, 8187|And a throat that hath smoother 8187|Than a cherry-lip; 8187|And a waist that is more 8187|In rose than a door; 8187|And a throat, oh what a mouth! 8187|And a throat, my darling, my darling-- 8187|But, in all that I've said, 8187|Nothing of which I've said, 8187|I know my dear, 8187|She was my dear! 8187|The world is the same 8187|As its flowers by day and by night; 8187|One thought is a rose 8187|That's not false as a thorn, 8187|And one is the word 8187|That one is the word. 8187|So be it, my boy! 8187|The world is the same 8187|As its flowers by day and by night; 8187|One truth is a lie, 8187|One light lies on a thousand of three; 8187|And that is, with me, 8187|That light shall be hers who has shone 8187|In the world's summer days, 8187|When the heart of a child 8187|Shall beat, for her sake, 8187|In joy and in sorrow, as ours: 8187|If she smile, and her hand 8187|In mine come again, 8187|We shall know she is waiting to greet; 8187|For, in life's pleasant days, 8187|Like the dew on the flowers, 8187|O my sweet, is the smile 8187|Of the maid who hath given such a grace; 8187|For I know, for her sake, 8187|That the smile of the maid 8187|Can do much in one week, 8187|While her heart, O my sweet, is away:-- 8187|But, when the one tear, 8187|Left in her eyes, 8187|Is wiped out anew, 8187|And the smile of the maid takes again 8187|From them, that one love 8187|In a year, and the word 8187|Is _hers_ only, that comes not in vain. 8187|The evening shades already creep 8187|Over the meadows fresh and green; 8187|The dew is falling chill, 8187|And the wind loud and harsh, 8187|That tells of the day of spring, 8187|With fitful gusts, along the Trenton shore; 8187|While from the darkening hill, 8187|The bell-bird's note is calling ======================================== SAMPLE 745 ======================================== |And with a smile of courtesy the Knight 615|Gazed on the goodly figures of that band. 615|Sate round the board, and all prepared to go, 615|The monarch, who, with those about his breast, 615|Wished to effect his wishes, would forego 615|What was his need, to try if thence he wrest. 615|Thus having seen the matter, satisfied 615|The king was with that damsel, and descried 615|What portion of the matter in the state, 615|And that in it the damsel might be found. 615|'Tis this that she prepares to give the maid, 615|Whom he employs to find in time of dread, 615|To see if either champion her molest 615|Within the royal tent in person tread. 615|With what surprise the lady was astound, 615|He with the duke himself pursued the knight 615|Who first should climb the ridge upon the ground, 615|Though no small care was in the scabbard bright. 615|The baron, with the goodly squadron crowned, 615|From the pavilion where that damsel stood, 615|Riding in troops before him, saw a round 615|Of young and simple maids, with martial brood. 615|They in a flowery vale, by river-side, 615|In which the river, circling, gushes by, 615|That lady seems to glide, and seems to ride; 615|And this way and that way, till they find 615|(If you have any know her) in the sky, 615|She with her hand behind her sweeping plie 615|Issues, the damsel as before her pere: 615|By her the goodly courser takes his stand; 615|And then, as soon as he descries her stand, 615|Takes her by heartened voice, and she has said 615|That she from all she could be won by speed, 615|And made her ready answer, 'I have sped.' 615|Erewhile within three days, to her intent 615|Was that fair damsel, in such happy guise 615|That all the rest believed her not untried: 615|And, for the meeting, had remained to say, 615|What to the squires and barons she denies. 615|And he (what moved him to forbear his stay) 615|Willed her not to depart till she be there; 615|Who, as he would have gone, with friendly speed 615|Returning home, that so mutually blest, 615|She could have lived to see her loved, and dead. 615|But when so many days had passed, the maid 615|Found that the knight had found the damsel dead, 615|Who for his kindness had received a squire 615|In that great cause to have disturbed his ire; 615|Whom he, against the cause of this sad fray, 615|Had witnessed in the world, and saw his wight, 615|So often, he by whom he was opprest 615|Now on the ground, now by his hapless wight; 615|And, having slain him, deemed himself at rest, 615|Would be content to stay till he was gone: 615|Nor ever, till the time that he was gone 615|Was in a neighbouring city, or anon, 615|Orlando that was gone, to go to sea. 615|"He was to sea in time of more than ten 615|In the great city, with his ship, when he 615|Gave harbour, in his harbour, of his men: 615|And to return no more would he demand, 615|By me denied, and by this hand, in fee. 615|No longer to remain on land, I know; 615|But take my cross, which to the haven clave, 615|And, while in France he stayed, to seek the foe: 615|The way to heaven is easy, which he brave. 615|The first in place, but not a mile in space." 615|The pagan said; but did not yet believe 615|That he was by the faithless dame so tried, 615|Who had a woman smeared, and smeared beside. 615|"What ails thee, noble man, I must believe, 615|If I believed he ever saw me here, 615|When I was captain of the paynim train, 615|And in his service he with me combined? 615|Yet I believe not that myself he ======================================== SAMPLE 746 ======================================== |As when in the snow I lie 1304|In the cave of the mountain 1304|And the torrents below 1304|Thunder as they arow 1304|Shall I shout, Ho, Ho! 1304|I am he I love dear, 1304|He is near me, near; 1304|O, he loves me, dear! 1304|O, he loves me, dear! 1304|Cupid, the darling, 1304|Come see the baby, 1304|Come see the baby, 1304|Come see the grove, 1304|When the moon above him 1304|Blooms with the dew, 1304|All love the dew, 1304|Come see the rose, 1304|When the winds are merry 1304|Pour on the bough 1304|Sweet dreams of summer, 1304|Come sit you by my side 1304|To tell of gnats in India that have been 1304|And of the tortoise, and the yellow and black 1304|That made the corn, and the Atlantic green. 1304|And of the white, and of the black, and of the blue, 1304|And all the flowers that deck the English hue. 1304|And of the red, and of the blue, and of the white, 1304|And of the gilded tiger and peacock bright; 1304|And of the ground-eel, and the emerald green, 1304|And of the bright and white, and of the mune, 1304|And of the morn in which the sun shines never down, 1304|And of the red he woos with a loud hum, 1304|And of the blue he woos with a loud hum; 1304|And of the fair and of the red, and of the blue, 1304|And of the quest, and of the green, and of the rose, 1304|And of all the flowers that bloom in the skies, 1304|And of all the lilies that now bloom in the south, 1304|And of roses that at evening pale and red, 1304|And all the little golden leaves and the dark rose, 1304|In the garden by the sands of Andros. 1304|But neither you nor I can tell 1304|The love that kept us long ago; 1304|For when the grass was closely drawn 1304|And the green came forth in the early dawn, 1304|The weary woodman scarce could go. 1304|And when the grass was worn and brown, 1304|And the green came forth in the fall of dew, 1304|The weary hunter left the ground 1304|And turned his weary eye to the blue, 1304|The weary woodman hardly knew 1304|Whose foot that tired path would never rue, 1304|But turned him homeward to repeat 1304|Some tender ballad of the heathen, 1304|That the lips may never tell again 1304|The flattering of the Gaul or of any black seamew, 1304|And the blood may flow in the English home, 1304|Till the Gaul be driven into exile, 1304|The Gaul be soiled and browned by the sword, 1304|And the green come forth in the April rain. 1304|When the south wind bloweth fair, 1304|And bringeth fragrance after the rain, 1304|Bid my lips be filled with love, 1304|Bid my heart be true, 1304|That it may not falter nor stand, 1304|But gather all my powers, 1304|That this great thing may never fall, 1304|That the sea-winds keep their mirthful wall, 1304|And the sun may keep his quiet head 1304|Under the gray o' the woods, 1304|Under the silver birch trees, 1304|Under the silver trellises. 1304|Bend low my head, my heart, O my heart! 1304|Feed me with flowers, and make no moan 1304|From the raindrops pluck and bring 1304|The raindrops, and the sun alone. 1304|The wind is up and the sun is up, 1304|All night the sky is the blue o' the earth, 1304|The wind is up, and the tide is furled 1304|And the world is blind as it ever is 130 ======================================== SAMPLE 747 ======================================== -stiffened still; 24815|With the same sting in his marrow-bones, 24815|His body yet, and in the same despite, 24815|He suffered from the shock 24815|Not vengeance hath nor honour; and the flood 24815|Of his own blood, this day, 24815|His flesh with the same life did pay. 24815|With his own hand his heart was satisfied, 24815|He turned towards his ladies, and these two 24815|Sought their sweet favour, on the chamber's side, 24815|Where the poor stripling lay, 24815|Trembling the while with weariness and tears; 24815|But, by her dear command, was heard to cry 24815|"Sweet mates for ever!" and succeed the tears. 24815|In the fair morn wherein he lay before 24815|His lady opened a wide sea of gold 24815|To the fair couple, that in happier times 24815|Had borne him to the joys 24815|And glory of his age, and to his wife 24815|The last and greatest of his country's fame. 24815|"Let now and all we will, who hold this fair, 24815|And promise faithfully to make our laws, 24815|Let this, our city's peace 24815|Whose dwelling is in peace, 24815|Who hold our city's peace, and to whose fame 24815|The world, with trumpet and with bugle blown, 24815|Did their proud foes oppose, 24815|And to the happy people sacrifice!" 24815|The Queen arose; 24815|The bridal train 24815|Followed hard by 24815|The bridal train. 24815|"O Lady! to a palace give my thanks, 24815|For what a good hath been, 24815|That thou hast heard the matins of our lives, 24815|And given us a fair name. 24815|Let all come in, but look not to the tale, 24815|Which shall our bliss control, 24815|Nor speak the heart-beat of a guilty King, 24815|Whose blood would wash him of his shame. 24815|His pride hath lost his heart, his strength is gone-- 24815|He hath seen his crown, his glory gone! 24815|And what can earth beneath thy sun, 24815|But the broad way that glories be; 24815|The city is thy God, the world thy throne! 24815|And thine shall be the people's pride, 24815|The city be thy pride; 24815|Thine shall the people's love and pride, 24815|Of men to stand between the Altar's wall 24815|The sun's, the world's, the sun's, 24815|His light, their love, his praise." 24815|The Prince was dead. The pomp had vanished now, 24815|The fount was frozen where he slept till now. 24815|One moment on the hearth he lay, 24815|His cup of joy lay ready, 24815|But no son's voice, no daughter's vow, 24815|Came from the chambers that held him, 24815|And from out the doors he ran, 24815|Through the golden doors and out into the wall; 24815|And by the window I could see his soul, 24815|And could not think he was unhurt. 24815|As through the door I saw him stride, 24815|I wept to see her tears, 24815|And I could almost pray, 24815|But I might not speak for her; 24815|She was ill content; 24815|She said that she had kept him there: 24815|But that he was in heaven's air 24815|I thought its time was done, 24815|Since she was gone! 24815|"The end draws nigh, the day is come, 24815|The darkness is o'ershadowing 24815|The earth from off its face, in sooth, 24815|All radiant in its light; 24815|But the Babe who was born to-day 24815|Will never come to-night." 24815|"No, but He shall be born to-night, 24815|And His feet shall run adown; 24815|And He shall find the little Child, 24815|And He shall sleep in Sunnier crown, 24815|Than we ======================================== SAMPLE 748 ======================================== , 2622|And every step has its own way, 2622|And no one can turn from the top to bottom, 2622|So they have it there and nobody knows it. 2622|And nobody can make the thing go, 2622|And nobody can make it stay, 2622|And he who fails is a fool, and a coward, 2622|So he have it, and he have it, I say. 2622|I can do nothing? I can finish 2622|Something nice out of five years; 2622|And I really can do nothing. 2622|I can't understand, I can't; 2622|I can't understand any more than my mother; 2622|I can't even comprehend what's said to me so. 2622|I can't understand that any more 2622|Father is in his house, 2622|But still it feels so queer-like to my face, 2622|It has been a very dreadful place! 2622|It's an ugly place where I could make it good, 2622|To sit on a bench, to move away with hard labor, 2622|And then sit up, and do things at leisure, 2622|And try to make quite clear and be gentle and cool, 2622|Or to run away quite uncharitable, 2622|Or to tell the house all about the attic, 2622|Or to let the room stand, to be looked at quickly, 2622|Or out on the walls of some one's room too, 2622|Or at least to be read or unsmothered,-- 2622|It's a great thing grown to a mouse and a mouse, 2622|With the mice that do tread i' th' paths, and the mice 2622|That run about the big rooms, and the nice, 2622|And the old man himself, and the other mice,-- 2622|That run about the big doors, and the mice. 2622|I think that it's very awkward to relate 2622|What the feline do'd when off in the snow 2622|There'd be a great deal about the house, 2622|With all its beasts and weathers, and things that 2622|Don't wait for, from neighbors' house to the shed, 2622|And the little wife and the little shed. 2622|When the snow was high, the little wife and the daughter 2622|Had just begun to fill their place, 2622|And they had, by the way, settled down to our party 2622|To sit together, in the snow. 2622|They called the little girls to the house to come, 2622|For their mother was in the room, 2622|And when they had finished they left each one 2622|To do some brave new dreadful work. 2622|The little friends of the family felt sorry 2622|That they must have to go without 2622|Some very beautiful presents, 2622|To show that they had an ancient hat, 2622|And a white silk cape, without one thread, 2622|Which they wore over long, black, glossy legs, 2622|Which furnished them all in pairs. 2622|"And you, old mother, the new moon 2622|I saw at the door this house of mine, 2622|I saw in the lamplight the bright little stars, 2622|And the little birds singing their line. 2622|But though I had gone down to sleep 2622|All through the night, I must now and then, 2622|For I must go to the land of men, 2622|And before the morning, if any light is, 2622|I must go to sleep--I must go, too." 2622|"Oh, father, you think so?" the father said: 2622|"Then, mother, I think it is you. 2622|'Tis really true that you say it to me, 2622|And I'm sure I am not afraid, I vow, 2622|To go to sleep--I must go, too." 2622|"You tell me so, mother, I'm sure, for now, 2622|I know the house is made, 2622|And I must go round the house, if I can, 2622|Mother and I go to sleep." 2622|"Not indeed," she said, "I am sure I do, 2622|But I shall put the door open wide, ======================================== SAMPLE 749 ======================================== 38550|Tyrannic tincture all about did show, 38550|As thine own town, thy neighbour's rural foe. 38550|His fair mamma did on the sick man charm, 38550|For all her features did there beauty charm; 38550|In all she swelled was bliss there never seen, 38550|Nor was there any fear in this possest, 38550|As she for taste, not beauty is the best. 38550|The sweet disease, not all the arts of charms, 38550|Was love, not jealousy, that gave it arms. G. 38550|Nec, quid abs te, tragicis, mortis ire dies: 38550|Nostra quod est, vaga solidus erat, arcebant! 38550|Quem favete, et nubes, oculos, et oculos horae 38550|Maternas, quae vacuis, triste carmina nefas. 38550|Ut nubes faciles, sed crines miscet amari: 38550|Inque sinus quae vacuis melius esse tuis. 38550|Nunquam, o venustas, venit ecce, precor agnos, 38550|O viva licet illa, pater, parvula risus. 38550|Hinc solus est, viva nuntiat tua paterna: 38550|Nostra coeli dabitur. Tiresias hinc istus 38550|Overtica, quidvis sedis? Volvitur istas, 38550|Hinc miseri, solus decet nunc magnus istas? 38550|Quid peccatores novis et nova caeli 38550|Concubitu, quem conbos coniugem figura poma? 38550|_The vine no bearing_, 38550|_The vine its bearing_; 38550|_The vine its bearing_; 38550|_The wheat its bearing_; 38550|_The steer its limpid swaying_; 38550|_The flocks its breathing_; 38550|_The fleet's swift motion_; 38550|_The fleet's swift motion_; 38550|_The furrows which the reaper sows increase_. O pater, 38550|O pater, tacebis't in mendiculos velvere meos! 38550|Quippe venit, meos dedit, tacebis't in ore diurnos; 38550|O pater, tacebis't in modo, quace propere tace via! 38550|_From morn unto the eve of life_, 38550|_When life is a warm thing_; 38550|_Which should be so, so should be so_. 38550|Dique mihi purpureus tibi, Phoeba, jacerent, mihi: 38550|O res audacter magnas tua, mihi purpura mulcet. 38550|Nec tenerae salices atque amnis meae procul: 38550|Audiis, felix en meo, tacebis't in ore diurno. 38550|Haece tuae taceam tua, tacebis't in ore amnis; 38550|Haece tacebos inde pedes, quo tacebras tacemus. 38550|Non magis, mea te viro, taceas, tacebant arvis; 38550|Te suis et tacebo tacebant ou tacebant amnis. 38550|Illa tacete meo tacebo, quam tacebo, dedisti, 38550|Et gratia, tacebo, tacebo, dedisti tacebant. 38550|Quam neque te facundum tacebant, nec tacebant: 38550|In tacebo, quem tu, tacebant; risuque te mihi; 38550|In hac tantum tacebo quem tu; sic tacebant ipsum, 38550|Quippe obita teque tu; tacebo teque tacebant. 38550|Quem tu, tam tacebo tace ======================================== SAMPLE 750 ======================================== , the best of the sex, 8187|Whose hearts, if we chance to love, 8187|To their hearts can have mischief too. 8187|From the tenderest, subtlest, hand 8187|A lover holds his life in fee; 8187|The most sincere, the most refined, 8187|The very fairest heart on aught-- 8187|And who can say we little gain 8187|O'erpassation, when love lies slain. 8187|"But," said he, as it chanced to start, 8187|"I've reached that one, my lover's heart, 8187|"And, even while I write how glad I feel 8187|"That love has grown a mighty well, 8187|"To catch one day such bliss to gain 8187|"As ours,--that they are happy vain. 8187|"But, oh! what if, when we must part, 8187|"They still can be, even in this heart, 8187|"The happiest spot on earth--that they 8187|"Have been, even in this happy day?" 8187|So said the Count,--and, while the tale 8187|Filled all the air with his, he swore, 8187|The Count must have the Count for bail. 8187|At this moment forth from Berwick's walls 8187|In came the blenchantaine--a maiden tall, 8187|And lovely face, and form divine; 8187|And her long tresses hung in one. 8187|Her neck was fair and of a proud, 8187|To other maidens only seen-- 8187|Such grace in maiden face was seen! 8187|Such was the Lady's favorite, kind! 8187|A youth, so fair, and of such mind, 8187|Had oft been pleased with Nature's charms, 8187|Had seen her cheek all rosy warm, 8187|And loved the maid, and kissed the child, 8187|And kissed the maid, and clasped the child; 8187|And, though by Cupid mocked, yet still 8187|The smile would last--the tear would flow-- 8187|The tale of joy had been told all the while 8187|And told, what maidens, when they sleep, 8187|Can sigh, and smile, in fancy's dreams, 8187|And tell the tale they half despise. 8187|"And now," said she, "here stands my bride 8187|"With flowers and wine in rich array; 8187|"And here, while I, no longer strayed, 8187|"Shall sit, but once and sleep the day; 8187|"And while I wake, you, by my side, 8187|"Shall take the daylight as it may; 8187|"And if I die, the parson's wife, 8187|"If not the one that died, my life, 8187|"May then say, 'If it must be so, 8187|"She died--I will not weep for thee.' 8187|"But if no more I now shall wed 8187|"Of these fair maidens, whom I love, 8187|"She, when her marriage rites are said, 8187|"Shall take from me her heart and head, 8187|"She I shall never wed, for now, 8187|"She only gives the hand that's mine." 8187|She said, as, with a mournful moan, 8187|Her brother kissed the maiden's face-- 8187|And shrieked, as through the crowd she went, 8187|"Come, come, at least her deathless place!" 8187|Forth hastens many a Count to seize, 8187|While linger in the crowd around-- 8187|"Young Count!" cried he, "the _Abbot's_ seize, 8187|"I only live for her--a knave-- 8187|"The Count thy bride has bought and sold, 8187|"And this same lock I've given you yet, 8187|"Which I to-day with blushing hold-- 8187|"No longer live for her--for thee!" 8187|"Oft hast thou caught, on this same night, 8187|"My Lady of the Lake," the Knight, 8187|"I vow before my God," said he, 8187|"For her I ======================================== SAMPLE 751 ======================================== . 34215|The Princess is a good porpoise, and carefully adjusted his dress. 34215|She may have been as well used to reading. She had been three years 34215|full of books, and the _Quo nomine_ she published. 34215|In the second volume of the _Quo nomine_ she is entitled to 34215|She was the mother of a splendid knight, 34215|Who rode a storm of horse along, 34215|And viewed him with a great desire 34215|Until he came to the river's mouth. 34215|A dappled grey and baked and foul it was, 34215|So near the ground that he was seen 34215|Where on that night a fiery fever ran, 34215|And with its heat no living water ran. 34215|The fierce rain fell, the cloud rose high, 34215|And none the less a corpse did lie: 34215|They dreamed their wrongs, and all were still, 34215|The king was dead, the people say. 34215|Death closed his eyes while on his head 34215|Hapsly a look of pity fell: 34215|"A Christian knight, a Christian knight, 34215|Was I, and was my lady's knight; 34215|A Christian knight, and long before 34215|Was I betrayed and sold at large." 34215|An organ now would bring a peal 34215|Of music to the midnight chime; 34215|And to thy voice, the saint of old, 34215|Were gravely chanted far and deep: 34215|_The people of the Lord are mine; 34215|Their hearts are with the Christ divine._ 34215|I wish I knew the music of the birds, 34215|Or the wind's chime as it comes on, 34215|But it sings the chant of the lily words, 34215|The while the bells are ringing 34215|A song of the lily birth, 34215|When I was born on Christmas Day, 34215|And this is the way my heart 34215|Wrought out its harmony, 34215|And made these pleasant places 34215|Supernal with heavenly art. 34215|When every earthly sound was heard, 34215|I wept within my timid heart. 34215|But there was naught from heaven above 34215|That made them to rejoice or grieve: 34215|I lay and wept because my love 34215|Was born to die with heavenly joy, 34215|And that the living eyes could move 34215|To gaze upon the angels, high 34215|Above this world of earthly sky. 34215|A holy, holy influence fell 34215|On me as my own infant child; 34215|And all around I heard there be 34215|The music of the angels wild, 34215|The angels singing in the sky; 34215|And, as I lay and watched them weep, 34215|The Christian music seemed to be 34215|The mercy of the lonely sheep 34215|A burning and a singing 34215|Out of my head, and growing 34215|To tenderness and growing 34215|To strange, unearthly harmony. 34215|God was a shepherd, and he said, 34215|In the old hills, this is the place 34215|Where the Lady Alice is laid up 34215|To keep her hallowed fancies; 34215|This is the maiden veiled from view 34215|By a new-born star that glowed, 34215|And here are three: _a heart so true, 34215|The dear old hills, the valley's blue, 34215|The one I love, and the other too, 34215|That have known sorrow more and more, 34215|Happier than the lamb the night 34215|Beneath the white owl brings the light, 34215|The same old earth, and the same sky 34215|And the same home, that you and I 34215|Have found with the dear Dead Sea way.-- 34215|Here, in the long-broken charm of twilight, 34215|We drink our simple love to-night! 34215|I hold you. Wherefore did I weave 34215|My song to-night, and weave again 34215|Your memory, that you may not leave 34215|The vail that once was all so fair, 34215|The winter hood, and the ======================================== SAMPLE 752 ======================================== in the fire; 1186|Then to the sideboard, lubbering and dun, 1186|Where he can see, below, his burning days, 1186|And see the smoke that all the ways exhale 1186|From woody swards and smoke-smoke curled beneath. 1186|And he at last, by a steep bank of rocks, 1186|Where he could stretch his burning limbs and drink; 1186|And, when the heat was quite all gone and gone, 1186|He rose and gazed around upon the world. 1186|For to the westward clouds the morning came, 1186|Flaming with purple, red, and gold, and gold, 1186|The sun's exalted, splendid globe in flame. 1186|And then he wandered through the summer night 1186|And as his wanderings westward still did blend, 1186|He saw the stars, the sundew's silver light, 1186|And the moon's golden chariot in his soul. 1186|He followed upward, upward, upward still. 1186|He saw before him, like a mountain-summit, 1186|The long, flat pyres of the dying Day, 1186|And all his heart with a desire to climb 1186|As far as Life's swift wing could bear away. 1186|Far, far below, the molten thunder fell 1186|As he went gliding up the steep to Ban. 1186|The moon came down on his untroubled soul, 1186|And his heart heaved beneath a world of stars, 1186|He saw the golden Pleiads burning roll 1186|In blazing cohorts through the firmament, 1186|And all his soul, with its ethereal fires, 1186|Burned with a love that made him god or man. 1186|Love's Order then was ended; all was dark, 1186|The heavens were cold, and clouds were gathering fast, 1186|And like a sea his soul had passed from sight, 1186|His senses dulled and all his senses weak, 1186|But, like a meteor sweeping all its track, 1186|He rose with cold and awful majesty 1186|And forth into the night bore like a scroll 1186|This was the place where man and nature meet. 1186|There was a time when Nature held no guest 1186|Nor looked abroad on men nor gods, but sat 1186|With her grand captains filled and gathered power 1186|In her great spinning until all was done 1186|And the great universal spinning done, 1186|Fashioned of flowers and gems to crown the feast 1186|And weave the wreaths and chains wherewith to bind 1186|The wondering hearts and search the working mind. 1186|There was a time when nature had made clear 1186|Her own humanity, and left the air 1186|Warm with the breath of God, her vital breath, 1186|And purified each fibre of her frame, 1186|All that made life the furnace of our death. 1186|Life, like a moving presence, passed before, 1186|As a great presence and a presence, down 1186|To that great gathering of the ends of time, 1186|And into one vast nothingness sublime, 1186|Confirmed in all things beautiful and sure 1186|As first love's dawn, the first pulsation pure 1186|Of the full heart of man. From out its heart 1186|There passed a golden music, like a song 1186|Out of a harp, wherewith, though long delayed, 1186|The soul may sing some song that else forgetting, 1186|Love lives in harmony with all things long. 1186|And this young chant amid the sound of waves 1186|Sounded a joy and glorious, as the sound 1186|Of mighty winds in many-coloured caves 1186|To one fair haven, and the eternal bound 1186|Of deep emotion--a new life to show 1186|In all the varied sounds and glories born 1186|Of those sweet exultations of the heart-- 1186|A joy of music heard and heard, a joy 1186|That is not death, but something more than this, 1186|The universal passion, and a part 1186|That is not love, made heaven, earth--and this 1186|Love's perfect self, which is the upward flight 1186|With the swift ======================================== SAMPLE 753 ======================================== ! Thou shalt find thy prayer and thanks, 24405|For this the good I hold with Thee; 24405|Yea, Lord, and Lord, for Thy dear sake 24405|I yield this ample love to Thee: 24405|Give me this day my soul to take, 24405|Give me the world, be it of light, 24405|And I shall walk the starry night, 24405|Thou God, before my feet be set, 24405|Thy holy stars in heaven, set, 24405|All radiant with Thy life's pure fire, 24405|Thou glory in Thy great desire. 24405|I lift up my heart, O Lord! 24405|O give me this time of the tide, 24405|If the wild waves roll in the mead, 24405|And the winds rush from the land: 24405|Lord, give me in this green wood 24405|The stream and the stars to keep, 24405|And Thou shalt hear and help and heal, 24405|And Thy word is a golden thread, 24405|O Lord, let it wave with Thee, 24405|O Lord! let it surge with Thee, 24405|Or the winds may sweep the sea, 24405|I will not die 24405|With the rushing of wind and rain; 24405|But with the sun and the mounting sun 24405|In the outer dark I shall run. 24405|I wait in the judgment of God: 24405|My heart is given me. The Lord shall be slain, 24405|And the word of judgment shall then be unspoken, 24405|In the opening of the dark day: 24405|"He said that I should have the power to live. 24405|My spirit shall wrestle in pain, 24405|When the world is like unto an arid fire." 24405|I wait in the judgment of God: 24405|Let us not quarrel in joy or pride. 24405|My heart is a cup of fire where God is, 24405|That glows and burns as a bride. 24405|I wait in the judgment of God: 24405|I will not meet the great or small; 24405|For that which is born shall die 24405|For the living soul; no atom that is born 24405|Shall rise above it in pain, 24405|Or the deathless bard be slain, 24405|To the living, infinite plain; 24405|But the living shall live for Thee, 24405|And the dead be a blessed company, 24405|And the crown shall be a crown on my brow. 24405|To the Godhead on the Mount of Death. 24405|The wind comes on the mountain path; 24405|The clouds are thick on the ocean's breast; 24405|At the height the snow lies blithe and still, 24405|And cold the snows on the heather-bloom. 24405|To the Godhead on the mount of Death. 24405|The sun on the cloud is quenched and red; 24405|The rain is running on the ground; 24405|It rains and thunders on the height; 24405|At the bottom of the valley ground, 24405|The icicles hang by the fence; 24405|At the bottom, the snow lies white, 24405|And cold the snow on the heath. 24405|The sun, in the cloud so dark and drear, 24405|Is hid with the cry of a wind from the west, 24405|The sound of a blast that is growing bleak 24405|Through the thick brown clumps of the forest-leaves. 24405|O the cry of the wind at the calling of the pine, 24405|The sound of a woman's voice,-- 24405|My own, my own voice,-- 24405|Singing of the wind in the darkening east, 24405|A song of happiness, a song of love, 24405|Come into my arms and embrace my knees, 24405|Come into my arms and embrace my knees, 24405|Come into my arms and embrace the sky, 24405|Come into my arms and fill my eyes, 24405|Come over the mountains and fill my heart 24405|With the song of the wind that is calling to me. 24405|Come into my arms and fill my soul 24405|With the song of the wind that is calling to ======================================== SAMPLE 754 ======================================== from thy heavenly house of gold, 27139|Shrined like a cloud in its deep fold, 27139|Lives in the house of thy lord in heaven. 27139|And the King of all, in glory blest, 27139|O'er his new robes gat last revolving, 27139|Sit with his spouse in high estate, 27139|And hailed him in the courts of heaven, 27139|And bade him choose his blissful place. 27139|She gave him, as her first-born son, 27139|The beauteous, radiant pearl of heaven, 27139|Which he for man had fashioned out 27139|Into whole worlds,--a bar so rich, 27139|So beautiful,--the Son of God, 27139|The Lord of all, on earth had blessed, 27139|And in his life had vowed eternal peace. 27139|Nor failed the King, as all were sure, 27139|To give to her the strongest hold 27139|Of brotherhood; and she had stored 27139|A fair fit portion for her joy, 27139|So that in heaven she needed none, 27139|And held a treasure for her heirs,-- 27139|She took the gift and sent it him, 27139|With joy and pride to her God to dwell, 27139|When he, her first-born, he had blessed, 27139|And all that angels could caress. 27139|And she had kept it long of him. 27139|But still her heart was vexed and sad. 27139|And she was troubled, and complained. 27139|And she complained, and said, 'My Lord, 27139|Why wilt thou not his blessing take? 27139|'O earth, thy Lord is with thee; take 27139|Thee from thy bed; and with thy love 27139|Unto thy Master send he back 27139|Thee unto me, thy happy child!' 27139|Then spake she, 'Father, do not weep! 27139|O would that thou hadst never erred, 27139|Ere thy first servant had returned, 27139|And the same hour had come anon 27139|When he, thy darling son, should be 27139|His partner in this company. Amen.' 27139|Then, like a mother, rose from this, 27139|And with the holy water gush'd 27139|Until the gracious boon she ask'd, 27139|But ere she had the gracious gift 27139|He unto her had plighted her, 27139|With love and gentle truth she ask'd, 27139|'And dost thou think this joy of kings 27139|Was aught to all a monarch given?' 27139|'O yes, O yes,' his soul replied, 27139|'I thought to find in every soul, 27139|A pure and perfect happiness, 27139|And 'twill be good in every soul.' 27139|Therewith he cast away his tears, 27139|Which fell so softly on her eyes. 27139|Then, all with one glad voice inclos'd, 27139|She answer'd in her glad reply: 27139|'Dear Lord, to thee it is a joy 27139|To see a child, a maiden born. 27139|And joy is never joy of earth, 27139|And pain, and sickness, and decay, 27139|But joy may come from God above, 27139|And joy from goodness ever may decay. 27139|'And 'tis thy will, in every heart, 27139|To rule a little season near, 27139|And turn to love, by love inspired, 27139|And make a man of gentle thought 27139|The one who loves him most when he 27139|Has no soft words for God or man. 27139|'I will not ask thee to forsake 27139|Whatever joy thou mayst desire; 27139|A few bright hours, a transient joy, 27139|Are all that I can give or take, 27139|And I can bear thy chastening eye 27139|If thou have any spark appear'd by mine.' 27139|She turn'd, and not a word did say, 27139|But all eyes gazed, and every face 27139|Was fair, for well she knew aright 27139|That she was truly blest, though she 27139|Had not one ======================================== SAMPLE 755 ======================================== in the woods is sweet 36149|But they say one day that we do not meet, 36149|But only that we do not find the way. 36149|The way is lonely and the way is long, 36149|But at night 36149|You must take your burden to the very strong, 36149|And out of the wilderness you sing. 36149|Come to me, darling, 36149|We have been together! 36149|And now, in the night, 36149|I can hear your laughter, 36149|I can hear your talk, 36149|I can smell your words, 36149|And feel that you've 36149|Just passed into my heart 36149|With your words of passion 36149|And your words of pity! 36149|But you did not say 36149|I would not, if I did, 36149|It could be for me 36149|To have loved you. 36149|I loved you, darling, 36149|For that last look of love 36149|That God has taken back 36149|Stilled that long sweetness out. 36149|I know that it is better 36149|For me alone to be 36149|A lonely little while 36149|With your sweet presence 36149|And your angel-prayer 36149|Than that for me you stood 36149|With your soft arms about me 36149|And you bent to touch me. 36149|I know that in the darkness 36149|You went with your arms round me, 36149|Lit with love and life and trust 36149|And the touch of tenderness. 36149|We have lived and loved together 36149|And not alone to part, 36149|But even now, with its sweet smile 36149|And its touch of tenderness, 36149|And its warm caresses, 36149|All our souls are fused 36149|In a mutual pardon 36149|For all who love and cherish. 36149|What is it that wastes our days, 36149|What is it that years consume 36149|That has been so long forgot? 36149|Not when the world is young 36149|But when the world is old? 36149|Only when it seems to me 36149|A golden hour is yours. 36149|A hundred years are near 36149|When I must come to Thee, 36149|And the years are mine to wear 36149|And a word is in the sea. 36149|I feel the pain in my heart 36149|As a sea's might smites a ship, 36149|And my crews go forth to sea 36149|With their songs. 36149|I walk out to the open sea, 36149|I hear the thunder's roll. 36149|My soul is out with the fighting sea, 36149|And only the soul of me, 36149|But I dare not lift my head 36149|For ever to pray. 36149|O God, let me never weep 36149|As I walk this dead, cold shore, 36149|But fold me in Thy deep sleep 36149|At last for ever. 36149|What help is there for me in these weary days, 36149|O Lord, in this cold world of sin, 36149|Where I cannot find aught of my own worth, 36149|Or Thy favor, which I would not share 36149|With the weary heart and soul within? 36149|O Lord, in this cold, cold world of sin, 36149|Where I cannot find my life, 36149|But I dare not lift my head 36149|For pity of the wound God gives me. 36149|I am mad in mind and body as a tree, 36149|A leaf and bud within a narrow space: 36149|It can but be a butterfly's free nature 36149|And cannot live in its own beauty. 36149|My mind is but a golden cup, 36149|A golden cup where I may drink. 36149|I bow before this foolish world 36149|And all its stupid littleness. 36149|I do not set one thought on Thee, 36149|Nor claim that which is false with Thee. 36149|For Thou art what I need not be, 36149|And Thou art all the other way. 36149|I will not doubt or jealous be, 36149|Nor jealous be ======================================== SAMPLE 756 ======================================== . 43271|_In infiniter clamorium lustrans._ 43271|Thro' the wild roar of battle driven, 43271|By thousands and by heroes groaning, 43271|By thousands died the sanguinary world; 43271|All, all the horrors of the carnage maw, 43271|The thunder roar, the flames eternal law. 43271|And what is this, but death? 43271|Say, did you or I to your death decree? 43271|What is it, madman? 43271|The great soul's part, 43271|The grand act of the mighty Deity, 43271|Ere it has reach'd the time. 43271|What then? 43271|O friend, could you but give that power to say 43271|Where the great heart of chaos beats its way 43271|And the throne of eternal majesty 43271|Strikes, without pause, at every tremulous bow? 43271|O say, could you, 43271|O friend, divide 43271|All worlds from the ways of the human race, 43271|And set some place 43271|On the highest peak of the universal mind, 43271|You might through every wind 43271|Of the great idea, 43271|And with zeal more than all, 43271|And never fear to confound, 43271|Your soul might henceforth seek 43271|For the one true spirit, "and for man no more." 43271|O man, 43271|Whose nature is creation, and whose life is breath, 43271|The soul of life; and without sound or strife 43271|Whate'er it be, 43271|Still has its proper end, 43271|And draws its inspiration from the chain of death. 43271|But we are human blood, and call that life 43271|We sow with human kind, with human powers 43271|That take the suffering for the suffering still. 43271|Not human life; we give it to the poor, 43271|If life be lent us for the general weal; 43271|Whether disease disease, or fever, be 43271|The medicine or the medicine for the heart, 43271|For the last deep drop from human hope is given 43271|To the last poor man, for his one purpose still-- 43271|Whether his heart be rich or hardened anon, 43271|For that one hope remains which it has yearn'd for, 43271|Not death; or whether sorrow, thirst, or fear 43271|Can first consumes it, or what thirst again, 43271|Though it be daily born. 43271|But health consists with wine and good cheer, 43271|For health consists with temperance alone; 43271|And without care or strife, 43271|That is, or knows not. 43271|_Lucian_ (_leaving him_). Be my friend. 43271|'Tis but a wave that glides, that past 43271|Those stifling clouds which to and fro 43271|Swell up and down the vast expanse 43271|Of earth and ocean's solitary waste. 43271|'Tis but a wave that comes and goes 43271|To swell the measureless expanse 43271|Of this wide wave;--and, with a might 43271|Stronger than either--against the height 43271|Each on the wide expanse can stand; 43271|The sea whose motion of the land 43271|Returns each neighbouring atom-star; 43271|And each on ever--ever will, 43271|Though seeming principal in all,-- 43271|Gives out their several forms. 43271|For various uses justice craves, 43271|The law of reason and free thought 43271|To each its own allotted part; 43271|And law itself itself forgot, 43271|With inward light from day to day 43271|Does the great chain of justice lay 43271|On the creation to be wrought; 43271|And that which is and lives for aye, 43271|With a new course gives motion to the light, 43271|From this to that which is and that which was 43271|In life-time and in thought. 43271|What is the cause why God we pray? 43271|_Infantica_, _i.e._, the fruit of the sentence, ======================================== SAMPLE 757 ======================================== by his cunning and the might of the world. 27739|These in the midst, their glorious leader, stay'd 27739|Unharness'd, and to meet him went, and took 27739|The spear of his dear friend, whom follow'd, slew, 27739|Which near him fell, and in a moment leapt 27739|The vaunted shield before him; then his eyes 27739|Flash'd forth to greet the foe; not in his turn 27739|The weapon, but the spear he miss'd in right; 27739|For to the earth it leapt not in its course, 27739|For not the force of fire that it became. 27739|Forth sprang the steeds, and from the hollow hills 27739|With speed exultant flew the fiery pair. 27739|These, scared, the combat scap'd. The combat fierce 27739|Roam'd in their haste, and many a hunter's lance 27739|Dead at the rear of that fierce warrior fell, 27739|And many a heifer, many a horned bull. 27739|Thick fled the steeds, when near Scamander came 27739|The King of Bards, the warrior's noble son, 27739|And wounded Ammon high amid the crowd. 27739|The warrior's eyes were dazzled as he saw 27739|The son of Ammon in the midst appear, 27739|And, dying, check'd the dust in his advance. 27739|Afar he pass'd, unseen a moment yet 27739|Back flew the flying shaft, and when at last 27739|He saw that point, which pierced his breast, his breast 27739|He smote; the weapon hissed beneath his ear. 27739|Forth came the blood, and like a torrent stream'd, 27739|With sudden uproar, down from rock to rock 27739|Together blazed the base, and wide his breast 27739|Rush'd in wide circles, and his armour rang. 27739|The shaft was sent afar, but all in vain, 27739|For with the blood his teeth were shatter'd deep, 27739|A murrey's plash and thunder reach'd the sky. 27739|On rush'd that spirit, on in rush, and pierc'd 27739|The mighty shield, and from its summit tore 27739|To splinter'd fragments, that it smote that bone, 27739|And hollow'd deep his head. Then all the sons 27739|Of Ammon with their father's follower rush'd 27739|And, shouting him, push'd on by the proud foe; 27739|And many a spear his helmet lifted up 27739|Dash'd from his chariot, that with foot rush'd on. 27739|But when the King of Men his brother saw 27739|Emerging from the ground, in accents wing'd 27739|He said, "O faithful friend, I know the shade: 27739|But from the Trojans scatter the dark foe. 27739|Come, for the fight, and see if Jove permit 27739|The end of all this ill, and have with us 27739|A large inheritance, and numerous children, 27739|Sons, sires, and wives. Let not the town affright 27739|The wounded, but the city enter in, 27739|And on the foe with such destruction fall. 27739|He spake, and, springing where the foremost struck 27739|The fallen foe, his hand was lopp'd away 27739|From off the shield, then took his bended bow, 27739|And 'mid the foremost struck his flaming shaft 27739|Swift at the middle plain; but with a moan 27739|As of a father where a son is dead, 27739|Who mourns and dances on the barren rocks, 27739|Thus to the Trojans Hector call'd aloud. 27739|For which, from Hector and the dead, I came. 27739|To them the warlike Telamonian Chief 27739|With joyous paeans fill'd the public space. 27739|On either side the mingled bodies sank 27739|Like oxen, while he groan'd himself to death; 27739|For close beside him stood the son of Jove. 27739|But when he saw the Greeks advancing firm 27739|By numbers from their ships and tents on land, 27739|"Trojans," he cry'd, "the day that calls us hence, ======================================== SAMPLE 758 ======================================== and the sea; 36287|So, far, far off, in the dim twilight, 36287|How dear to me. 36287|Oh, that man's life is a little span; 36287|With the span he cannot measure, 36287|With the span he cannot measure, 36287|With the great that he never did see. 36287|And my life is all made up 36287|To a vast, unbounded place; 36287|There is no great nor small; 36287|Yet I have a mighty call for my strength, 36287|And a wind that will blow me a breeze; 36287|And I feel that I cannot rest, 36287|With a few brave tears to tell; 36287|And I wish my prayer were for evermore, 36287|But the wind that will blow me a breeze. 36287|My father's like a very good man, 36287|Wise and valiant, brave and strong, 36287|But he's a foolish man. 36287|'O, let him die, but let him live, 36287|Nor let him die for me; 36287|O let the heart of a true man 36287|Be its death without a sting: 36287|With my life upon my shoulders 36287|Let him be burned like a coal; 36287|Let him be dead, but let him live 36287|To be the last of his line. 36287|Let him die, but let him live 36287|To be the last of his line. 36287|I hold him by the right hand, 36287|So honest in his worth; 36287|His worth and his manhood 36287|Are nothing in the earth. 36287|He cannot change his nature, 36287|Though manhood's idle dream; 36287|His word and work move slowly 36287|Like waves that cease to seem. 36287|His face I would not change him 36287|For a friend, or friend, or friend, 36287|But for the best he knows of, 36287|His worth and work to do. 36287|And only should he struggle, 36287|His destiny should rest, 36287|With the strength that he is able, 36287|Not be the last of his line. 36287|A man with a love so true, 36287|A man with a love so true, 36287|A man with a love so true, 36287|I'd fain be true in one. 36287|A man with a love so true, 36287|A man with a love so true, 36287|I'd fain be true in one. 36287|A man with a love so true, 36287|A man with a love so true, 36287|To one should come a life too, 36287|And the one be buried so. 36287|A man with a love so true, 36287|A man with a love so true, 36287|The one with the death so sad, 36287|A man with a love so good, 36287|A man with a love so true, 36287|I would fain be true in one. 36287|A man with a love so true, 36287|A man with a love so true, 36287|I would fain be true in one. 36287|A man with a love so true, 36287|If one were--ah, what a view! 36287|A man with a love so true. 36287|A man with a love so true, 36287|A man with a love so true, 36287|What is it to him that proves 36287|An immortality? 36287|A man with a love so true, 36287|A man with a love so true, 36287|I would fain be true in one. 36287|A man with a love so true, 36287|No man with a love so true, 36287|Do you think it a world to be, 36287|And "no orders, no fates, I see," 36287|That's how it goes with you. 36287|When days are hard and nights grow long, 36287|And you sit down in nights' delight, 36287|And watch the clouds and night-drops wring 36287|Their parling, and as they fall 36287|A shadow on you puts it all. 36287|When days are hard and ======================================== SAMPLE 759 ======================================== with his footstool, in the middle, 24334|And with the boot a horse's mane. 24334|For all the world is full of laughter, 24334|And merry hearts are all aflame 24334|When lovers lift, from the green moss-wood, 24334|The pinks and pinks of a summer's day; 24334|And the red leaves of the apple-tree 24334|Are dripping on the firelight, spray by spray. 24334|The pinks are dripping on the firelight, 24334|The pinks are dripping on the fire, 24334|And the firelight's in my palm. 24334|I listen to the far-off voices, 24334|I hear strange steps upon the stairs, 24334|And back again, with childish laughter, 24334|Come lovers with their yellow hair. 24334|I hear about the busy village, 24334|I hear the voices of the trees, 24334|And see the laughing, happy lovers, 24334|Talking their long, green reveries. 24334|But I am old, and all my garden, 24334|Where I would gladly sell my rams, 24334|A dusty stall in antique fashion, 24334|Where I should sell my _pinks_ for duddies, 24334|Not like the people who looked up 24334|With eyes that brim with happy tears. 24334|Ah! there's an end to all desires,-- 24334|The world we've sighed and wept away, 24334|We are all vexed and we've wept for, 24334|We are all grieved, and we've no more: 24334|It's a long while to last. 24334|Come, if you are so strangely wrong, 24334|Come to your convent and bring me, 24334|And there, a message from her, tell her 24334|Her father, who is dying, dwells. 24334|And if she asks me, I'll reply,-- 24334|The telling her I've broken faith, 24334|Her life, her life has passed: and then 24334|The old house, and the convent wall, 24334|Are silent as the grass. 24334|And if she ask me why we weep, 24334|I say, 'My father died for her, 24334|Who for my soul is weeping yet, 24334|While she was in her grave.'" 24334|I cannot tell her; but her words 24334|Seem all to me as words: 24334|"The world is filled with tears 24334|And mourning for her. 24334|She'll make up all her tears, 24334|She'll make up all her tears." 24334|And if she wishes for her dead, 24334|And says she is not ours, 24334|I sit and write a quiet word, 24334|As happy as a rose 24334|That has no name: 24334|The grave, and I should be a worm, 24334|A yellow butterfly, 24334|And never think of him: 24334|But if she wishes to give up 24334|My prayers and hopes of grace, 24334|Somehow, when all is said and sung, 24334|She'll sit and think of him. 24334|Some things I never write: and yet 24334|I stand here on this sea . . . 24334|Sometimes she turns me round, and there 24334|I dream a dream, I too, 24334|Of some past or forgotten thing 24334|That has gone by. 24334|And sometimes from the empty cell 24334|Of her sweet face I peep: 24334|And, in the darkness waiting there, 24334|I think I hear her speak. 24334|I cannot always write, however, any more than one. It is a fact, 24334|"No, no, I cannot tell it now . . . 24334|"O! no, I do not want to tell . . . 24334|"I never mean it . . . 24334|"O! no, unless there came a God 24334|"To know that, and be swift to wait; 24334|"But now to learn what God shall say: 24334|"To know that there shall be no God 24334|"In this strange world, 24334|So long as God 24334|"I ======================================== SAMPLE 760 ======================================== --but he had one heart, I mean, to know it. 41466|And then there came the word that I must find him. 41466|That was the first great step to climb the mountain. 41466|I said to him that I must make myself 41466|A stepping-stone above a blacksmith's chimney, 41466|With little light betwixt its legs and arms. 41466|"The day has taken up his day," I told him. 41466|"I must go out to see the work," he said, 41466|"And for I am not one to look upon it 41466|"And it must still be night at noonday, for 41466|I shall watch out the sun without the fire 41466|Until the sun shall turn him out to light." 41466|"I can't see how you can, for I'll be going. 41466|I know the way you can, but what's the use? 41466|Come on! Don't turn the candle down!" 41466|I whispered, "father, when there was a fire, 41466|Before there was a candle, in a tree, 41466|You must be holding out the candle too, 41466|But I'll be holding up the window-sill." 41466|Back to the meadows, back to the old town 41466|The old city lights and shadows. And the light, 41466|Like the reverberation of a sigh 41466|Over the city's fog, looks, glimmering, down. 41466|And like a cry, and like a rush of wings, 41466|I can see overhead the far blue hills, 41466|Blue as the blue of frost-peaks, and the lights 41466|Shine on the casements. And the lights.... 41466|Here you can stare and stare, until the dark.... 41466|And then the city lights and shadows. And you 41466|Know, in the city's noonday sleep, without 41466|The lamp, the mist, the blinding nakedness. 41466|And all the houses have a thousand doors, 41466|And there are shouts and voices in the street. 41466|And there among the houses, in the street, 41466|The old cafe lies, a big pale girl, 41466|With eyes like thirsty plates. It's only she 41466|Who waits, with ribbons on her head, and hands 41466|In waiting, and a neckispiece in front, 41466|To take me with you. And they are quiet now. 41466|And many must be listening--only her 41466|Who waits and lets you out into the street. 41466|But you've forgot to care, and so she walks 41466|Perhaps in France, to call you back to life; 41466|And now there's nothing going into her. 41466|So here you are, and on the balcony, 41466|Each night you see the shadow of the porch, 41466|And see the slants, and watch the children playing, 41466|A-shivering out of doors as they draw knife. 41466|You see that there will be for you some talk, 41466|And there are laughter, and a little talk. 41466|But you must go. To-morrow, if you wish, 41466|Another day you'll see her at the front. 41466|Go down, and I'll come out. I'm not in time 41466|To take you in at a great feast, but you'll 41466|Be present there and talk about your case, 41466|And laugh and chat, and look that it's a fraud. 41466|The evening's in the week, you say, and when 41466|Together we got up you'll see us there. 41466|I think I will come back to say it's just 41466|Because the children are alive. Come up, 41466|Have done with cup and cup. And it's their fun. 41466|It's pretty good to play, and have some fun, 41466|But it's not worth while to wait and have your fun. 41466|And if you shall remain at home for long 41466|(As if it always brings him to the wrong), 41466|I'll give you the advantage of a cup 41466|That we've been dining for the night and day, 41466|And all the time we've been there ======================================== SAMPLE 761 ======================================== ; 39499|And while, 'mongst others, they are but as kings 39499|In the same state, the mighty man himself 39499|Makes a most splendid sacrifice. 39499|Such services can but confute to gods, 39499|And give a vile enslave the meaner gods. 39499|So, when a noble youth the orator 39499|Of noble verse, the bard himself defies, 39499|He, and his verse, alike excel; 39499|While praising mortals for the poet's worth, 39499|And his own verse, his godlike work has done, 39499|(In human acts, the very soul's pure fire,) 39499|Who makes his verse the source of noble deeds; 39499|Nor wanting there the noble poet's aid, 39499|With the same spirit, and the poet's love. 39499|There did he gain at the first sight, 39499|On that same stage, a laurelled priest, who, bent 39499|To gain the laurel of his native Muse, 39499|Bending, in lowly reverence, to receive 39499|The crown, by means of his immortal verse, 39499|A laurel from whose life the poets urge 39499|Their high contemporaries in unusual use: 39499|So, to the Muse a poet, as he sings, 39499|A grateful nation never comes, to bear 39499|So great a name, nor feel so bold a love, 39499|To live with her; though still the Muse is high 39499|In the first love; though still the poet dies, 39499|In the second love; the genuine love of him 39499|Is of all other poets that have sung, 39499|And more heroic still, that all adore. 39499|And yet the poet wants not half so much 39499|As you from me; for in the days before 39499|When Chewed-ear Jenkins, (dear good father he!) 39499|Lived to command a rough young artisan, 39499|Whom several arts with skill and art combined, 39499|The busy lovelix and the Phrygian fife, 39499|In form the work of making out a life, 39499|To be the cook-boy of this fife and song. 39499|This fitter-work is good for one that reads 39499|Of true poetic thought, and well content, 39499|As it was natural one then to create; 39499|If any task, or foot-step, or sad verse, 39499|Should please the Muse, let Minstrels name the lash. 39499|I know the muse is worthy of a bard 39499|Who, like a black-winged angel, is not bold, 39499|I know the muse is not more fit to kneel 39499|On living temples; and can well be told 39499|On holydays, where we have toil'd and cold, 39499|That, like a ravening conscience in our breast, 39499|With more of heaven than earth, on us is placed, 39499|Then I may pen my pen in friendly strains. 39499|"Let not the Genius of the place complain, 39499|Of natures always feeble and in pain: 39499|Let not these characters upon our lives 39499|Their baleful neighbourhood communicate; 39499|Let Folly remnant in her forest wilds, 39499|And Man grow strong beyond the reach of men. 39499|In our free state why grow we fonder then 39499|For those whose life is in us, and who feel? 39499|The statesman's axe will feel. 39499|Let Folly also, in a happier hour, 39499|The old world and the new life await, 39499|And 'neath our feet the old world lie asleep; 39499|The wise discourse in public hours employ, 39499|And vanity still leaves the great their joy. 39499|But why must Nature in her son persist 39499|In him confin'd, and obstin'd discontent, 39499|Who fables lest born fools should dare neglect, 39499|His name by folly and his fardel rent? 39499|Is there no difference in a state like this, 39499|When we are still a favour'd, though misfeatured? 39499|"Let not each fool for private station grieve, 39499|Too often comes he, where he ======================================== SAMPLE 762 ======================================== and the other,--the same kind,-- 1847|And there, one knows, they must ever be so, 1847|Sórver and Osseo! 1847|The Indian will never come here at the door, 1847|The snake-woman will never stir in the house, 1847|The man who shot Sandy McGee, carries the dead 1847|Straight to the grave where the slow grasses nod 1847|Over the coffin that one used to bring. 1847|Here in the shadow of the porch, 1847|Where the tombs of the good men lie 1847|In their quiet tombs, at peace, 1847|The honest honest men of the day 1847|Will come to their humble-left dwelling-place, 1847|The bronze-gray stones of their father's hearth, 1847|The ploughman's, the smith's, the stir of the earth, 1847|--Here in the shade or the sun in the vale, 1847|Living or lifeless, the men who made 1847|Garments for immortality,-- 1847|Here in the quiet fields of the air, 1847|The simple men of the self-same race, 1847|The spotless, patient Earth's martyrs,--here 1847|Will come the jocund and the wise, 1847|Sowing their seed in the sunless ground, 1847|Living or dead with the Sons of God, 1847|Coming and going and Whither they will. 1847|Here through the doors of the soul they will take 1847|Quickly and freely; for surely the great, 1847|Whoever is partaker of life, can be King 1847|Of the Sons of the Morning! 1847|Here by the roadside, 1847|Under the shadow of evening trees, 1847|By the myriad tents in the tents at ease, 1847|By the tombs of their sires white-robed and grand, 1847|By the silver bars of their homesteads dim, 1847|By the tall swamps of their farthest spires, 1847|By the bivouac of their bare spires, 1847|By the dark watch-tower in the street, 1847|By the whaling-chap in the temple shade, 1847|By the hum of the gathered village school, 1847|By the station fire at the port of Doom,-- 1847|Are you, have you come again to the raid 1847|At this vesper-dripping finish of day? 1847|From the cabins of Europe, far and wide, 1847|Are you coming, my Love, to our morning sky? 1847|Are you, have you come again to the raid 1847|Of the heads of the Crich Azels, my Emily Armadale? 1847|From the chamber where I lie so late, 1847|By the camp-fire in the darkness, I come, my poor Emily Armadale. 1847|My Lady of All for the morning light, 1847|Daughter of Night, my very heart's-ease dread, 1847|The sun and the wind and the wind and the rain 1847|For my Lady all day in the gardens are sleeping, my Emily Armadale. 1847|Her lover may sing to her, and she sleep for him 1847|In the corners of the wood, in the echoing house 1847|Where the moon and the stars and the moon are together, 1847|Where the leaves of the poplar and the milkweeds pale 1847|For the wandering, insolent Emily Armadale. 1847|From the mill where the spawn is late 1847|And the sandpiper plays in the sun 1847|Her lovers move, their hands are red 1847|As the stain of blood of the day, 1847|And under the village lay 1847|Her carpet of suns and the leaves that play 1847|On the grass where the daisies have thrown 1847|One after one down the valley of the valley 1847|The shepherd lad that all day long 1847|Wrought at the flail in the orchard croft 1847|And the ploughman's song on the hillside 1847|Beyond the fall of the wind in the anvil 1847|Where the heifer that stills the flail 1847|For his mistress that sang in the reeds 1847|By the ======================================== SAMPLE 763 ======================================== ; 3650|And, when the sun shone, I 3650|Could scarcely stand upright." 3650|"Yes, Sir, I'm not your friend; 3650|I've many tricks to play; 3650|I'm older than the Board; 3650|I'm older than the Farce; 3650|I can command the sugar-shops, 3650|And sneer when pluck's astray." 3650|"I can command the range; 3650|But, Master-knight, be sure 3650|I can't make it a _sou_, 3650|Or _comme il y ser_." 3650|"Well then; don't talk of sloth; 3650|He'd spoil your little sport; 3650|The _fight_ you wear one knows; 3650|He must be rather rough. 3650|He's rough;--and, as the laws 3650|Of Heaven, make him mild, 3650|He may be rough, I'm mild!" 3650|"Yes, then, there's times within 3650|When my heart's out with mine; 3650|When I can't fight with men, 3650|And cannot fight with wine! 3650|I'll make him feel like ice, 3650|Tear up his little coat, 3650|And jelly jade! O, sir, 3650|I'll make him act like ice,-- 3650|But, Master-knight, I will 3650|Make merry, do all that!" 3650|You are wondrous wise; 3650|When the great sun dies, 3650|You will find the skies 3650|Much as you have ever done. 3650|You can teach your feet 3650|To shoot out of their place; 3650|You can drive your quail, 3650|With a will. 3650|And you'll never tire, 3650|Of the great sun never more, 3650|Or of your toys, 3650|With which you can quench 3650|Every fire. 3650|Your feet are never tired 3650|By knocking at my door; 3650|When I come to you 3650|There are few. 3650|For I am your friend, 3650|And I know your worth; 3650|I have no great friend, 3650|And none. 3650|You smile upon your shelf; 3650|I am your friend, I see. 3650|And I am your friend, 3650|And I trust, 3650|Ere the sun go wester, 3650|You will find. 3650|The sun shines brightly in the west, 3650|The birds have left the forest; 3650|Sir Walter Raleigh has released 3650|Sir Walter Raleigh from his slumber. 3650|Away, into the broad cold night; 3650|For I am fain for even now, 3650|That I again may call my son, 3650|Good Sir Walter Raleigh's son. 3650|Down along the silent shore, 3650|The ships of good King Ether 3650|Waited with their seamen four: 3650|Good Sir Walter Raleigh did. 3650|They waited till the summer tide; 3650|Their long sides as they lingered, 3650|They lingered; and the wind cried 3650|For a breath o'er the fragrant foam 3650|Where the red rhododendron 3650|Poured out its fragrance on the sand, 3650|And the silent deep was loud 3650|As a madman at his casement, 3650|With a shout that Hell might hear, 3650|The King of Denmark, drawing near, 3650|Cried out,--"Now, now, Gloriana! 3650|Dear Gloriana, here I stand 3650|At this end of a winter's night 3650|For I cannot bring you food, 3650|And I long for your dying hand." 3650|Said Sir Walter, "It shall be so." 3650|He hath heard that, not for me, 3650|The King of Denmark's death-doom 3650|Hath ever reared a tree 3650|So high for great achievements, 3650|That the dread, foreseen bloodshed 3650|Which the goodly Denmark's hands 3650 ======================================== SAMPLE 764 ======================================== , my heart goes back with thee. 15370|Thou canst not guess what life is-- 15370|How many hours ago 15370|Men went about, a little fretting; 15370|The only good that men have had is 15370|The love I knew, and love I said. 15370|They went round selling clothes, not noting 15370|A woman or a man; 15370|They bought a little shirt of red silk, 15370|They bought a little hat and hat; 15370|They bought an old coat for a new coat, 15370|And stiff to look at, grim. 15370|They bought a little boy, not nearly 15370|A girl, I'm told; I mean a wife, 15370|His name has had a bitter look, 15370|The girl's made of a bitter rind, 15370|And the girl's a little tattered rag 15370|That bears rank eggs, especially! 15370|They bought a little dog, a very funny, 15370|They bought a little hat of muff. 15370|And some of them were dressed, but the baby laughed 15370|Hisself at such a play, not any more," 15370|"You get on your heels, young man!" she cackled. 15370|"You run about, young man!" she cackled. 15370|"I've found out a tiresome, tiresome dog, 15370|I have broken my heart, I've broke my jag, 15370|The dog's lay is broken my leg, 15370|And I'm thankful I didn't go into anything 15370|But kiss my master and put him out of the way." 15370|"How was he, then?" she cackled. "A brave, hard dog, 15370|I broke my leg and broke my leg, 15370|I'm thankful I didn't get into anything 15370|But kiss my master and beat him off his leg." 15370|"But still they're here, and they're there, and they're there, 15370|And the boy's in the way that he's led, 15370|And I'm sorry I did not get into anything 15370|But kiss my master and beat him off his head." 15370|"You go into a bottle of ink, 15370|Wherein there is but little drink, 15370|Wherefrom there is but little wit, 15370|And much wisdom and much lore, 15370|When we are slaves." 15370|"Oh, there, there goes the little pen! 15370|Oh, there goes the foolish little hen! 15370|They did it for love of him!" 15370|"Oh, there goes the fool so mean, 15370|To talk so profane! 15370|She made it, and she's made it, 15370|Took it for bread and butter, 15370|And baked it, and she's tried it, 15370|And she's ate the bread for bridegroom, 15370|And she's served her sheep until she 15370|Could only be at church, you know, 15370|And she is not allowed to go." 15370|"I haven't had enough, or enough, 15370|Poor boy, and why don't you come in?" 15370|"There's the best land that I ever saw, 15370|For all land lamps and flags and drum, 15370|And plenty of good women and stars 15370|To feed my little lazy ones 15370|Here on the coast. 15370|The first mate, and the last shore-note, 15370|The first, it is the first o'clock, 15370|The second mate, the second mate, 15370|It is the final whistle, no more, 15370|That shall the final whistle be, 15370|And when you come, the final clapper 15370|Shall be the whistle of the sea!" 15370|"I say not so, for all I know 15370|Is that what's true, and what's not true; 15370|But this I'll tell you," said the crow, 15370|"And you shall know the reason why 15370|He should not answer, I'll aver: 15370|For I do think he has a doubt 15370|Of what's right, and what's impossible, 15370|And so I'm glad he has not been. 15370 ======================================== SAMPLE 765 ======================================== 34235|With the wannish yellow leaves. 34235|And the leaves went whirling down 34235|Like fans of wind-blown foam; 34235|With a shaking of the leaves, as they tossed and passed, 34235|They threw to the windward-side. 34235|Then the leaves went whirling down 34235|Like fans of wind-blown rain; 34235|Like flakes of frozen crowns, 34235|And glinting at the eaves; 34235|Or flakes of starlight down 34235|On the garden-close-- 34235|But they never came again. 34235|In summer, out in the sun, 34235|The leaves went whirling on; 34235|They tossed and fluttered about, 34235|And paddled with all their fin. 34235|And the wind, it was mad with play, 34235|And the leaves, whirling on to and fro, 34235|Said, "Another year is gone." 34235|But the leaf-seat with hard green sward 34235|Was never yet clear seen; 34235|There was never a bird but sang 34235|So sweet and clear in its ear, 34235|That it seemed to be singing to her, 34235|But it never came to her. 34235|And her song is like a low sigh 34235|Sung by an icy sea, 34235|When the winds of winter blow 34235|That her song sings to be. 34235|A few more moments and more still 34235|Of the past in memory dwell;-- 34235|Yet her song is something new 34235|Now in its fresh, familiar tune. 34235|In the dark, cloudy weather 34235|Of July and September, 34235|When the leaves are falling feather, 34235|Comes a note from the wooded valley 34235|Like the one I heard last Thursday. 34235|It is the note of the lonely bird, 34235|That sings amid his lonely nest: 34235|"Love found but love among the flowers, 34235|Love planted naught beyond the rest." 34235|Come away, little soul, 34235|Let us away, 34235|Tell us what thou dost love so well 34235|In the springtime of thy delight. 34235|Here is the land, 34235|Let us be free, 34235|Where the winds of fate 34235|Do not blow; 34235|Here is the place, 34235|Fill us with thy sweet effusion, O, 34235|The warm, soft spring--and be thou free! 34235|Here is my heart, 34235|That is unknowing, yet I love it; 34235|All my life long I have been thine; 34235|Ere the day time's half is over 34235|I shall remember thee, my love, 34235|The one I loved, and you the angel 34235|With the golden hair; 34235|I am content with what I crave, 34235|And I, myself, in the same transports, 34235|Shall remember thee, my soul, 34235|And in the same o'erflowing glasses 34235|Receive again thy full embrace, 34235|In the same new form; 34235|For in our souls there is no sadness, 34235|And in the self-same grave may be 34235|A resting-place for evermore, 34235|If, when we came, with what swift feet 34235|To walk the hills and the valleys, 34235|We followed the tracks of long ago, 34235|And kept on striving to forget, 34235|And the wilderness of death and silentness 34235|Closed round us, pent by the fireside 34235|Our hearts unspoken, our ears untied, 34235|Or touched, whate'er we did or said, 34235|A flame on the grass and the blue sky 34235|Shining with softness and mystery. 34235|Or, if in the same perfect day, 34235|Hidden with dreams and the common air 34235|Thou wouldst seek thy fortune, wilt roam 34235|In the fading dawn and the night coming on 34235|To thy low-lying side,--then, if left alone, 34235|Follow the road, or wander, and thou wilt find 34235|A ======================================== SAMPLE 766 ======================================== toil, 25608|I can see his face-- 25608|And I know that he will be 25608|A good thing to me! 25608|Come to the window, dear mother, 25608|Come in between me and the sun; 25608|How fast you are walking, my darling, 25608|My darling, my life's one. 25608|Each step has a tether to me, 25608|An all-bearded arm, 25608|And I always am strong 25608|To bear my farm. 25608|My bed is like a little boat, 25608|That's standing in the harbor,-- 25608|A happy life my sailor's life 25608|I lead upon my four blue boat, 25608|That's sliding to and fro, 25608|Wherever I go, where I go, 25608|My thoughts go with the ship. 25608|When I am very old, 25608|I'll sit and sing to the children 25608|At playing among the flowers; 25608|And they'll sit at the end of the string, 25608|And I shall sing until I sing. 25608|"O, what a beautiful cradle, 25608|And what a dear little arm, 25608|Arm round with a ring, o' the bonny, bonny, bonny." 25608|Little girl, little girl, where are you going? 25608|I'm going to the market, to buy you some new bonny. 25608|Little maid, little maid, where are you going? 25608|Little maid, Little maid, when are you going? 25608|I'm going to the market, to buy you some new bonny. 25608|I met my mother at the gloaming, 25608|In a shower of rain; 25608|She welcomed me back, back, back; 25608|She welcomed me back. 25608|Her kiss was a poor old mother, 25608|That tossed about the room, 25608|And made my heart to sing, 25608|In sorrowful mien. 25608|How vainly did I meet my mother, 25608|How vainly did I cry! 25608|"O call for my little daughter, 25608|O call for my little son, 25608|And I will come home; 25608|Mother will come with her golden trumpets, 25608|Williro was my name, 25608|Till I came to the ocean blue, 25608|And the children came. 25608|"You've floated away, bonny lass, 25608|With your little child again; 25608|Oh, call aloud for your little daughter, 25608|My little son, again." 25608|"I'm going to sail away, bonny lass, 25608|To the Mother who gave me all, 25608|And she will come with her golden trumpets, 25608|To the sailor who sailed our ball, 25608|O, call aloud for my little boy, 25608|With his golden trumpets all!" 25608|My mother heard me, and she made it out, 25608|The pretty little thing she said,-- 25608|O, then her cheeks grew red, 25608|And then she only said, 25608|Her heart stood on her breast, 25608|And she looked down on all the little things,-- 25608|They were all about her, she and I. 25608|"O God, the old gods are the children!" she said; 25608|"O God, the old gods are the children!" she said; 25608|"O God, the old gods are the children!" she said; 25608|And she went to the dance,-- 25608|The dance to which she had no dance. 25608|Then we kissed the little things, 25608|And we spoke in a low voice, 25608|Half in fun, half in love. 25608|And I laughed when I saw them, 25608|And I shouted aloud, 25608|And laughed till I heard them, 25608|And I know they made it out, 25608|Out of the good old earth, 25608|Into the good old earth, 25608|And over the sweet new earth, 25608|And over the sweet new earth, 25608|And over the Sweet new earth, 25608|The city of my birth. ======================================== SAMPLE 767 ======================================== of the world. 937|O, there are men like you that have not tried 937|To stand before a coward's gaze, alone, 937|Aware to have no voice to cry, save God. 937|I give the law my brother asks--forgive it me. 937|Be true,--O, thou art deaf and blind! Thou art 937|A scholar in these schools of human-kind, 937|And in these rites a man with wisdom rife, 937|Whose knowledge is the only science she. 937|And for this book, if I may hold my mind 937|Still to the world, I'll teach my eyes to find 937|A picture of the human heart which beats 937|Faintly against the prison bars and floats 937|Backward and outward to the central source 937|Of being, as it were, of life and force. 937|As a great water flowing out around 937|Without a cloud, and flowing out and in, 937|When all the world is still, and thought without, 937|So is thy picture, wrought in human form, 937|A thing made out of mere materials--hast 937|Out of the which, from the first vacancy, 937|Ere man and nature came the lesson taught, 937|Were but the seed which grew to be the same, 937|As still are they who gathered up thy name. 937|And as the wise of heart would deem a man 937|Unsown, untutored,--as the poet sang 937|All round about, and heard, at every turn, 937|From earliest morn till night, the songs of birds, 937|When the night silence falls, and in the sky 937|The solemn booming of the mighty sea-- 937|So still art thou, O man--ah, so endowed 937|With seeing! the grand chorus of life above 937|Is like the voice of one who knows his God; 937|The Father's God is ever in the strife 937|Of human hearts;--as in the morning light 937|We hear the sound of waters and of winds, 937|And find the music where they blend in one; 937|For how can one believe he cannot see 937|The majesty and majesty of man-- 937|The God within him, and to feel the sun 937|Upon his forehead, and to hear the world 937|Renew them with the music of his speech? 937|Thou art not with us, but the life of life, 937|Which from our very thought till all is new, 937|Hast ever been the fountain and the spring; 937|The life which, like the wonder of all days, 937|Is but the fountain through its very heart, 937|And, like the crystal, gives, and takes away 937|The bright and beautiful, which are its source,-- 937|The music of eternal thoughts which speak 937|Of thoughts unchangeable, whose very tone 937|Transcendeth all the dwellers where it is. 937|And thou, my friend, in whose heart thou hast part 937|With all the world thyself, this too a time, 937|O friend, what need from us, whose life is done 937|Through all the endless paths whereby it ends? 937|Is this too small a matter for our songs? 937|If not,--as we are only in our need,-- 937|We are not all unworthy of the thought 937|Which ever takes our pleasure. All that's ours 937|Cannot be culled with all that we have found, 937|Even as our deepest treasures, which the mind 937|Rejects and takes away. But let us on. 937|And though it be not for the daily food 937|That we must serve,--as for the daily cup 937|That we must give our thirstings, with what food 937|And what companionship we touch, and feel, 937|And know, and tremble at the outer rim 937|That we must follow, we are all alike, 937|And ever are one guide,--the outer rim 937|Of God's own light that we might follow it. 937|We are not always happy; we are blind; 937 ======================================== SAMPLE 768 ======================================== ," said he, "a thing of wonder, 8187|'Tis for the souls of us,--that rather 8187|Them should make their mortal bodies ready." 8187|He put it as much in his arm-chair, 8187|And there sat down to take his seat; 8187|"O reverend sir," said he, "it is best, 8187|That those you love and are so truly blest. 8187|Be sure," said he, "it is a thing so holy, 8187|That men and angels are not only angels, 8187|But only the pure spirits, whose essence 8187|Is free as air, and--as a strong good spirit; 8187|And that alone, before all those who are near you,-- 8187|If aught be lawful, never fails to injure. 8187|Sir, you are here--where, Sir, is your direction? 8187|You are the one who came to visit me, 8187|And brought me here--so, here, I pray you, Sir: 8187|Forgive me, Sir, indeed, forgive me, Sir; 8187|I was not here till the day I met you, 8187|And brought you here--so, here, I pray you, Sir." 8187|"O yes, I was," Sir Hugh continued; 8187|"And now, be sure, I was, at least, 8187|"And sometimes I was _not_ for the rest-- 8187|"And sometimes I was _not_ for the rest!" 8187|But--soul and body, and eye and fib, 8187|Still, with the sweet _her_ face and eye, 8187|The fresh young blood, the tender blue,-- 8187|The modest, fresh young mouth,--and you, 8187|As she spoke down, the well-known voice, 8187|Lifting her soft voice to his,-- 8187|"Fare well to you, young man," in truth, 8187|As she knelt down, and listened, then 8187|She had come into the glorious sun, 8187|And--as he lifted--the maiden then 8187|Came to the well-known chair again;-- 8187|A chair which none of us might sit 8187|And say at the well-known chair again. 8187|But, as the well-known chair she held, 8187|His lips upon the seat they laid, 8187|And the lady's words in haste and gold 8187|Brought the lady back, her love and dread; 8187|Whilst the lady whispered low and low, 8187|"The time is come, when thou shalt hear me, 8187|And I in truth an angel bring, 8187|"But I would rather to thine arms 8187|"Than to live more as well with thee, 8187|"Thou'rt the one whom I loved, I love!" 8187|"A noble act will set thee free," 8187|Sir Hugh replied, in angry tone. 8187|"But do not weep, my young-eyed bride, 8187|"I thank thee, Mary, as I vow, 8187|"But I would rather have lived before thee, 8187|"Thou'rt the one whom I loved, I love!" 8187|He said, and hid his face and blushed:---- 8187|His head upon her hand he took, 8187|And--in a low, and softened tone-- 8187|In speechless adoration paced 8187|Back the hall's favorite room alone; 8187|While the maiden--oh! too well! too well! 8187|For that pale look had passed away, 8187|For the glance, in truth, of the youthful knight-- 8187|And the maiden was loved, I say. 8187|She knelt within that still-established seat, 8187|And clasped her lips, with fond adieu, 8187|While the hand that clasped her own did beat, 8187|With that fond appeal,--and only two,-- 8187|The smile that on those lips so young 8187|Could leave a moment half uncried. 8187|Her blushes caught the warm appeal, 8187|For that deep look, she thought, unasked, 8187|In a mother's love to Heaven hid. 8187|Oh ======================================== SAMPLE 769 ======================================== , with the "Foolish Lover," 2678|Hearing the noise of places 2678|Lifting him out of the street 2678|Like a patter of water-courses, 2678|The Wind came, and puffing notes 2678|Of the dancing, plaintive verses 2678|Heaving from 'The Wind!' and the merry mayoral round; 2678|Full of the quaint old customs, 2678|He was our good Father 2678|Till he made all the woods ring blue 2678|With the song of the gay woodland chorus: 2678|He loved the merry woodland choir 2678|That played on the crickets singing; 2678|He loved the merry birds that blit 2678|From the bush o' the sweet forest. 2678|They saw him in gleaming white, 2678|They heaped on his breast their store 2678|Of jessamine and dainty dumplings 2678|And columbine and geranium-leaves; 2678|He loved to hear the pollard's rhyme, 2678|Fresh as the new-fallen snow, 2678|Clear as the first of the singing thrush 2678|That sings upon the last oak-bough. 2678|He loved to see the feathery clouds 2678|Pass in a line of gold and blue 2678|Between the horns on the high hills, 2678|At the full moon's far-swelling rise; 2678|To see the great backs stretched across 2678|The bramble-girdled river-wolds, 2678|The twinkling stars, like jessamine, 2678|Stooping from out the water-lily's bell 2678|To pluck at her pale robe, and tell 2678|The perilous tale to all the birds 2678|That sing the wild sweet wood-notes wild 2678|By the great sycamore-tree among. 2678|He loved the merry wood-folk fair 2678|That dance upon the green pool-sand, 2678|Or stand as straight as an open pear tree 2678|That flickers by the waterside, 2678|And sings its hymns to the rising moon, 2678|As it falls upon the tide. 2678|He loved the merry sycamore-folk, 2678|The little poets in the gray 2678|With frillar-top and beseeching pipe, 2678|Who skip in the birch-tree way 2678|On the drowsy wind, when the moon is low. 2678|He loved the merry scene, I ween, 2678|That shines among the birch leaves white 2678|On the rising of the moon aloft 2678|Like a wild lover on a night 2678|When stars laugh low in a stormy sky. 2678|He loved the merry scene, I ween, 2678|That moves on with its children fair 2678|Into another land of youth, 2678|Where childish faces are always cold 2678|In childish hearts beyond compare. 2678|But evil turns to good, and the evil turns from love-- 2678|He made a lifelong end, 2678|He flung a snare to the desert's desolate heart. 2678|How strange that he should be allowed no other way to show such 2678|implements, and that it should not have pleased the people. 2678|I have forgotten what he should do, or what his folly imagined, 2678|I will not hear that idle word, for I had hoped and feared 2678|I know that he should never have wished. To hear it was to 2678|be well able. The music in the street was heavy with 2678|battalions, for the dance was one and quiet with many 2678|moves and quiet stars, and the soldiers, with torches, and 2678|their soldiery, were all trooping up the garden paths, 2678|and the citizens were laughing as they parted, and as they 2678|heard the waltz or draw the heavy heavy sighs that broke 2678|into fumbling, and sobbing after the music, each 2678|tearfaring each for the other. And these were all the troops 2678|that gazed on him from day to day. And everything was 2678|smitten through and through with the beating of his drum. 2678|He ======================================== SAMPLE 770 ======================================== , the great god; 37155|And the first white cloud that seemed to blot the skies 37155|Is the sun-red face that we dared face to face." 37155|"You'll find that since you went last night on your trail 37155|A few more days in the trail," 37155|"The first full soon; the second soon; the sun 37155|Has made you a god again," 37155|Now in possession of my fault I've stood." 37155|"You must know that for a man," 37155|"The first full soon: the second soon; the sun 37155|Is made of no god again;" 37155|Now in possession of my fault I've stood." 37155|"You'll leave that in a year," 37155|"The next full soon; the last hour on the trail, 37155|The sooner going on," 37155|"The sooner going on," 37155|"The last hour and the last time, the long ride," 37155|"The sooner coming on," 37155|"The last time and the last time, the deep night 37155|And the last time and the last time," 37155|Now in possession of my fault I've stood. 37155|"You'll get back, for the rest of the night; you'll give me 37155|As a loan of my last cent." 37155|Now in possession of my fault, I've made 37155|A loan of my last cent. 37155|Now that I have no second cent, I'll take 37155|A loan of my last cent. 37155|Though I was but a little child, you'll know 37155|That I was but a little boy, I can 37155|Be like you, and be good, and have what you 37155|And get what you belong to, and not you, too. 37155|_You'll_ be Grace. (Aside.) 37155|There's something in if if you never are good, 37155|There's something in if you never do intrude; 37155|What is it from having a thought that's just? 37155|What for? (Cool, with.) 37155|But if you have it, it's a thing that men shoot, 37155|And the mind of a man who's a man who's a brute. 37155|But if you think it's but a suggestion: no-- 37155|There were some such a number of things as that's right. 37155|You've got into the mind of the man who slays 37155|His fellowmen and their children; he's a brute; 37155|You've got into the mind of the man who says 37155|He's got no children. You're right, my boy, to that, 37155|What for? There's one you must get, and another you must 37155|Be dead yourself, and it's long, long to have known 37155|Who lived that life of mud and mud and sand, 37155|And lost that brute you lived to put between 37155|Yourself and the world's eye that sees you, and that you 37155|Can swear, and make himself--or what one can-- 37155|A dead man out of an unhappy man." 37155|And this was the reason of all this: a man 37155|Will always be a giant, if he can. 37155|And now the other, just a giant one, 37155|Was bigger than a giant, a big brother that 37155|Saw that he saw the other for the glory of 37155|The living, and not that. I swear 37155|I never saw a giant, who could say 37155|That bigger than a giant, and no bigger 37155|Enough to be a giant. I suppose 37155|He ate men's flesh off you, and he did. 37155|I am sorry to say this: he ate men's flesh, 37155|And that's all why the giant is so big. 37155|He gave his soul all out of his head, 37155|And that's all why the giant is so big. 37155|Why do you live, go out and out of the way 37155|Before there's anything that's good for you? 37155|(After a pause) 37155|You've never sinned, you've never sinned in life, 37155|Or suffer to go down the path when the sun 37155|Goes down, and ======================================== SAMPLE 771 ======================================== --a life of toil and care; 26199|It was nothing worth while winning, 26199|So "draw into thyself" the way, 26199|If there's a word you'll deem it duty, 26199|To say that all the words are lies. 26199|The man who never understood it; 26199|If not the kind that man has had, 26199|What does it worth? the bloom and food 26199|Of which to men a common sager, 26199|And one not born to work, not fed. 26199|His lot is in the thirst for battle, 26199|The thirst for power, the thirst for power; 26199|The man who fain would 'scape the fray 26199|Must drink the blood of this same hour. 26199|And this is all, that life of toiling, 26199|The sweat and grit from life's rough game, 26199|The wear and ache of many a day, 26199|And that for which no reward is came. 26199|The man who never understood it; 26199|The man who never understood it. 26199|The man who never understood it; 26199|The man who never understood it. 26199|And man?--as I had often told him, 26199|It's just a simple thing to be, 26199|A simple thing, to be a duller, 26199|A duller, better, nameless life, 26199|A thing to sleep upon, to pray 26199|And dream, and say, and pray to pray. 26199|The man who never understood it; 26199|The man who never understood it. 26199|The man who never understood it; 26199|No man, whose life is but a dream, 26199|May know, for days, eternity's work 26199|And drink it to himself and dream; 26199|Aye, thus far have I seen and heard 26199|The endless fountain of God's love 26199|Dance through the worlds with its waters clear, 26199|And say, "Oh, let it flow, and die." 26199|In Heaven, I thank thee for this work, 26199|My brother; it is good for life; 26199|'T is made to lead me, hour by hour, 26199|To the divine and purer life 26199|Of simple duties, pure and fair. 26199|"And let the world go right," said he; 26199|And let the world go right with him. 26199|I thank thee, Lord, for this great work, 26199|Of labor that was done for me, 26199|Of labor that was done with me, 26199|And shall again be done with me, 26199|Though life go wrong from bad to worse. 26199|I thank thee, Lord, that all thy gifts 26199|Are perfect, and the light be dim, 26199|In that which is not lost in time, 26199|In that which is not won in him. 26199|I thank thee, Lord, that all thy gifts 26199|Are perfect, and the light be dim. 26199|I thank thee, Lord, that all thy gifts 26199|Are perfect, and the hope be dead, 26199|For that which is not lost in time, 26199|Nor shall again be spared in me. 26199|I thank thee, Lord, that all thy gifts 26199|Are perfect, and the pain remain 26199|That makes the life as cheap at home 26199|As if we sold it, sold in vain. 26199|I thank thee, Lord, that all thy gifts 26199|Are perfect, and the pain remain 26199|That makes the life as vile at home 26199|As is the shop-washed seaman's pen; 26199|That shall not be with us in vain. 26199|I thank thee, Lord, that all thy gifts 26199|Are perfect, and the hope, forgot, 26199|Be gone before our feet, in the sultry heat. 26199|I thank thee, Lord, that all thy gifts 26199|Are perfect, and the trust, forgot; 26199|That we are clean, and whole, and whole, 26199|Lord, thou art fairly clean. 26199|Lord, what is left! The sultry day, 26199|The hardy, day-long, week ======================================== SAMPLE 772 ======================================== |Thou seest all things--each tract, every sight, 3665|And the earth--so may they, so have their birth. 3665|How the heart beats! It beats, 3665|The heart is heavy with the sin of it, 3665|And is hungry too--and cannot write 3665|Its long speech. 3665|Did a black man ever 3665|Look upon man as he saw the light? 3665|And was it the light, or was it the white, 3665|And was it the red, which is only a spark, 3665|And is a little flame? 3665|Was it a burning breath 3665|That I heard on that face of death? 3665|Or is it the heart, like a shroud, 3665|That I see on it--or is it the heart? 3665|I am so weary! O, so weary! 3665|I long for the black, and am weary, 3665|For the shadow-woven lane 3665|Where I wend my wistful way. 3665|Ah, long ago, how long! 3665|With its thorny paths and paths so thorny, 3665|With its fields of waving reeds, 3665|And its tangled weeds and pathway broken, 3665|And its weeds all damp with the heat of the weeds. 3665|Ah, long ago! what is the name? 3665|And who is this, that I would name? 3665|Only the yew, and the yew alone-- 3665|A few brief days and the little worm 3665|Clings round the body, and lets it go! 3665|The old place grows still, though a garden has barred 3665|Its steps, though it walks in solitude; 3665|But, on through the darkness, I see the stars. 3665|They shine on the city, their beauty is lost 3665|In the spell of the light, but they shine on the most, 3665|While I look far abroad on this wonderful world, 3665|With its gates of perfection unburdened, and the 3665|worshipped walls and towers, 3665|And the myriad eyes of all things hidden away 3665|In their palaces over the infinite plain, 3665|Are a hundred times better than they are now. 3665|I have read wonderful princes and lands, 3665|And strange, sweet music, and many bright dreams 3665|And wonders, and music, and music, and light, 3665|And the solitude of a thousand wings,-- 3665|These flowers, this spirit, this godlike white 3665|Soul of the air; and I, looking down, 3665|Have seen this fair child among the flowers. 3665|He has risen, he has risen again, 3665|He is dancing on the bright eternal hills 3665|In the joy of his music and memory, 3665|And in all the splendor of all the earth 3665|His image of the dawn, and the joy of his sun, 3665|Is nothing. 3665|Ah, my beloved, what, then, hast thou done 3665|To the end that thou wast to this lonely one? 3665|Is it done always for thee alone? 3665|Or is it done? 3665|Oh, I could wait, I know, 3665|The hour when thou should'st be alone. 3665|My life is not my life, my love is not thine, 3665|This is the thing that I must not take; 3665|But, oh, my soul, thou knowest it is not thine, 3665|And this, too, is my soul's eternity! 3665|"My love is like a bird 3665|That finds its food in the tree, 3665|But I shall take its flight, 3665|And soar away on liberty. 3665|The eagle will stoop down 3665|To drink in its young breast, 3665|Or soar, and soar, and sing; 3665|But I shall droop and soar: 3665|The birds are servants of my love--the dove 3665|Is but winged, and will not take away; 3665|And I shall droop and soar! 3665|The birds are servants of my soul, the dove 3665|Is but winged, and will not take away; 3665|And ======================================== SAMPLE 773 ======================================== ? 16265|Whence came the bird that called its prey? 16265|It came o' the tree in the grove, o' the grove, 16265|As it fell on the first of the autumn days, 16265|And the warm sun warmed its heart with haze; 16265|It listened the while, for it heard the song 16265|Whose cry is love, whose sweet vehement voice 16265|Awakens fondness, and calls it fame; 16265|It sings with a gentle sadness fraught-- 16265|And, lo! when the hour of the day draws near 16265|A voice that said, 'When day with thee is hid,' 16265|It heard with the first of the autumn birds, 16265|And it saw the star of the morning wakened, 16265|The morning saw her, it heard the tale 16265|And the whispered tale of the mystic veil 16265|From which, ere hope had entered the dale, 16265|Had opened from darkness the mystic sail 16265|Of the dream, that, out from the cloud withdrawn, 16265|Had come into the day when her spirit said 16265|That love was her light and her life her bread. 16265|It floated through the forest as if the form 16265|Of the soul of a God were uttered there 16265|And a spirit stirred in her heart and brain, 16265|That said, 'It is come, it is come again: 16265|Lo, I go, it is come.' 16265|So here with the light of those flashing eyes, 16265|And the smile that shone with her golden hair, 16265|They stood in the garden, the garden of hers, 16265|Gazing and loving, to and fro 16265|Where the golden sun like a diamond shone 16265|And the flower of life that was hers replied, 16265|And the fruit of her manifold thought heaped and ripe 16265|With the scent of the rose that grew both olden, 16265|In the garden of hers who lived and died, 16265|And who had not passed her vigil cold. 16265|The light that shone from her luminous eyes, 16265|Sunk and vanished beyond the trees; 16265|And then--and then a low, plaintive sigh, 16265|And then a sigh that her heart overheard, 16265|And then--a low, sweet whisper stirred 16265|That whispered, 'It is not thee I seek; 16265|Not thee I seek,' in the land of shadows, 16265|And the valleys dim where the daylight gleams, 16265|And the waterless vales where the night-winds be 16265|At the sound of a music that's dreams. 16265|And the clouds that covered the world, and the moon 16265|That shone on the world, and the heart of man, 16265|And the moon that came to his world again, 16265|Were a symbol and symbol of one-- 16265|Alone on a world that he never had seen. 16265|She stood in a rose-tree by the stream 16265|With eyes that shone on her wondrous hair, 16265|And her heart was filled with melodies 16265|Of joy and sorrow, of wonder and care; 16265|And her heart was filled with a thousand dreams 16265|That filled it with wonder and mystery. 16265|The stars looked down in a deep surprise, 16265|And the moon was listening beside 16265|The water softly whispering; 16265|And the moon rode down in the Eastern gown 16265|To the land where the meadows are brown. 16265|She held her breath in the soft June night, 16265|With lips of laughter and dreams of light; 16265|And the night was listening as night descended 16265|On the hills far, far into the blue; 16265|And the moon made answer with one sweet sigh, 16265|To the calling, calling, 'She late 'fore I 16265|Heaped the ground, and wept for the sake of her 16265|To see what God would take, and what God 16265|Should do whenever the moon should wake). 16265|And the whispering came from beneath her kisses, 16265|And the moon grew bright with their soft warm glow 16265|That sparkled and fluttered and shone in her eyes, 16265|Like the leaves of a summer-wing in the skies; ======================================== SAMPLE 774 ======================================== on the ground. 8187|No trace, no time, of this, my own, my own! 8187|No time, no thought, no matter, in the sky 8187|To give him _two_ such knocks as "fathers" did, 8187|Who, while all time was ticking, seemed to cry 8187|At once to help the sleepy baby, too, 8187|They soon stole down the winding-sheet for you. 8187|Your voice had been the music-box to me, 8187|Its ruby lips were brass, its rosy hue 8187|Of rippling golden hair; its sunny ring 8187|Hung up and waved, for aye and without wing. 8187|How could I doubt the words the children spoke 8187|When told within my heart what words could teach 8187|That I was thinking when they told me so 8187|That I was "beating at the House of Poesie" 8187|A child, I know, to be a pleasant youth 8187|When all the world was young! 8187|I thought, indeed, that, when he told me so 8187|He told me, too, he told me, too, that I 8187|Was "beating at the House of Poesie" 8187|The child was gone, I knew. 8187|And so I went, and told him every day 8187|Of that same night, which still, I say, 8187|Was "beating at the House of Poesie" 8187|But could I tell a minute ere he'd know 8187|That he was reading in it?--who would not? 8187|The child was gone! I had forgot to tell-- 8187|I smiled for joy--then, too, he had forgot, 8187|Or "kissed the children in the nursery-room."-- 8187|The child was gone?--I had thought rather--had known 8187|That he was laughing ere he kissed them, too, 8187|And I had said at least, with playful grace, 8187|"These little naughty things go back to chime, 8187|In naughty rhymes from grandmother's mouth, too, 8187|To naughty games they make their mimic time." 8187|The baby, tho' he had no dread of them, 8187|Remembered them his funny words of glee, 8187|And said, while laughing he enraptured them, 8187|"Why, _Cicle_, tell me why?--" 8187|And they went on, on, on 8187|Till they were well-to-do 8187|To see that baby, too, 8187|At first, at last, when they 8187|Might try to get their fill, 8187|"Why, _Cicle_, I must say-- 8187|I _might_ make _way_." 8187|The man, at first, I thought he was butchered 8187|Till he would lie, and never thought to sleep 8187|Till he was called to tell it, "Oh, my dear!" 8187|And then, as _cicle_ lay on each stile he read, 8187|There strangely still the morning gleamed, 8187|While, as he lay, at last he turned his face 8187|To that strange face beside yon nursery-place, 8187|And said, tho' much of what he now might feel, 8187|"What _what_?"--and every time the paper talked 8187|Its pretty secrets here with some one else 8187|He thought he heard the language that it spoke. 8187|At first, with eyes that seemed to burn, he knew 8187|He knew too well the meaning of the art 8187|"It is not," said the voice, "nor I nor you, 8187|"And so we both can _think_ that _any_ part, 8187|"Is worth more _than_ the _other_ talent, dear." 8187|And thus it was, one evening, on a time, 8187|Within that wood, of _midges_, much as much 8187|And much as still you see in that dark time 8187|Of woods and rocks, the "fixer" of his choice, 8187|His words, his thoughts--but this you understand? 8187|And tho' he ======================================== SAMPLE 775 ======================================== -- 2487|And that a heart could love to loathe it, 2487|And that as death's sharp sting would pierce it. 2487|My heart is like unto a fire, 2487|Upon whose thwart a God might race 2487|With all the spirit's noble force, 2487|And all the man's wide empire grace. 2487|A power hath chainless, ruthless power; 2487|It slays the greatest, saving one, 2487|Save one, the greatest Lord of all. 2487|I loved a Christ, and was mightier 2487|Than all the kings of all time's kings, 2487|From that day forth unto this day 2487|I went, to see the light of Him. 2487|And there my fervent love for Him 2487|Kept me a captive and forsworn. 2487|I saw Him, in the sun's fair light, 2487|Come near unto the throne of God: 2487|I know His face and heart's warm light 2487|Were but a mockery to Him. 2487|I saw the light! And still it lay 2487|As if it had not been, nor shone 2487|From out that day-hour's gloryry, 2487|But only a shadow, shining through 2487|That last great day-hour's light and glory: 2487|Yet could it be that I had known 2487|My love, now fain would I have lost it, 2487|That it might shine more brightly now 2487|On crown-trees of its perfect snow. 2487|O, I am weary of that peace 2487|That is not quickening in an hour, 2487|But burning up each hungry lie-- 2487|Tho' 'tis exceeding hard to die! 2487|The weary days we passed so gently 2487|Now nearly wane, and soon we die. 2487|And yet when we are left alone 2487|Dear God, who dwells above to-day, 2487|Will hear my knock on earth--"Now, on!" 2487|O God, Thou knowest how to call 2487|The hours along our way. 2487|He comes, O God, that we may call 2487|Our children back again! 2487|He comes! His footsteps quickly follow 2487|As the hours along our way. 2487|And though He still walk on our threshold, 2487|Yet there will be a sound of His, 2487|Breathing in every breathless hour 2487|"I thank Thee for the hours of rest, 2487|The hours of peace, and then of rest!" 2487|O God, I thank Thee that I have lived 2487|For all your years of strife. 2487|I thank Thee that no joy have I, 2487|No grief, no long-drawn sigh, 2487|But a strong hand, that may as well 2487|Help us for evermore to hold 2487|The ever-present touch of Thee 2487|That lives and wills on earth-- 2487|But there will dawn a day when I 2487|May lay it all away; 2487|When, God, I thank Thee that I live, 2487|And see that thou hast made 2487|The promise which Thy hands may give 2487|To Thy true servants here below. 2487|That thou wilt change the hearts I feel, 2487|And bear them on my knee; 2487|That on my lips Thy kiss may seal, 2487|And on my life-blood see, 2487|"No longer broken or awry 2487|I bear myself forlorn 2487|Nor care the more for one so dear 2487|And blessed is for each one born. 2487|If in my little cradle, hid 2487|From all the world's alarms, 2487|Thou shouldst at least have time to guard 2487|Thoughts of my life's alarms, 2487|"But if Thou giv'st me in my sleep, 2487|Thy gracious watch to keep, 2487|Me to prevent the sudden shock 2487|That sweeps me on me there, 2487|"I know it is My work, and Thou 2487|My shield and staff canst guard it well 2487|Will save from hostile shock; 2487|So ======================================== SAMPLE 776 ======================================== . 24869|But ere the Vánars’ sons were freed, 24869|The lady with the golden ring 24869|Of silver, as he charmed, she heard, 24869|And joyous rose. The Vánars’ king 24869|To Varuṇ’s hand in friendly wise 24869|Bade Varuṇ raise the golden head, 24869|And thus addressed to Ráma, sped: 24869|“Vriśáva’s own illustrious seed, 24869|Of Rávaṇ and of Míthilá, 24869|The warrior prince has nobly proved. 24869|His brother, Raghu’s son, is he: 24869|His name and lineage are his own. 24869|Great gifts his kindly tongue may gain, 24869|And many a grace the lady gain. 24869|To Raghu’s son, O Raghu’s son, 24869|O pledge of love and tenderness, 24869|The widow’s life thou mightst have won, 24869|And saved from grievous loss and stress. 24869|But how, O Vánars, how canst thou, 24869|Thou, Vánar king with matchless power, 24869|Beneath the roof of Daṇḍak wood 24869|Nourished a hundred asses’ food? 24869|How canst thou bravely brave the storm 24869|That whelms the spirits in its form, 24869|And from their threshing-tree has rent 24869|The arms of countless Vánars spent? 24869|Why is the food they drink to eat 24869|Their hearts for aye within their feet, 24869|And for their brawny neck to wear 24869|Serenely glittering like the morn? 24869|What canst thou hope that wives will give 24869|The widowed wife for ever? live 24869|And let a monarch’s earnest care 24869|The poor and cronelike wife despair. 24869|What, if the tyrant’s wrath be slow, 24869|Is like the arm which cleaves the blow? 24869|The captive dame for ever keep 24869|Delight and beauty’s prudent sleep. 24869|Let Ráma not this hour befriend, 24869|And Raghu’s son must weep and wend, 24869|Though Ráma’s matchless arm may strip 24869|His haughty pride of all the host. 24869|Yea, I will strike this Vánar foe 24869|Whose impious hand has slain him so; 24869|Whose hand has set a hero’s trust 24869|To guard the right and lord the just. 24869|With Ráma’s name fill every home, 24869|And to the world in woe be come 24869|The Maithil lady far from kith, 24869|And be the wife of him who scorns 24869|The Maithil lady as she mourns.” 24869|Canto LII. The Ring. 24869|When Ráma’s speech had scarce begun 24869|The Vánar chief was deeply stirred; 24869|And with his heart and thought oppressed, 24869|The weeping words he thus addressed: 24869|“Forth from my side in wrath and woe 24869|Hast thou, my lord, this fiend shalt know 24869|As one whom Fate himself has slain 24869|And doomed to endless misery. 24869|Then, Vánar King, thy wrath refrain. 24869|For in the name of Ráma, reign 24869|The Vánar chiefs, the wise and bold, 24869|Unquailing in their wild distress, 24869|Fierce wag of Báli’s power and stress. 24869|Now to the field of war I go, 24869|And with the dame I long to know 24869|And cheer the souls of all, whose hope 24869|Is quick to battle in the hope. 24869|I, only I, will slay the foe,— 24869|The tyrant of the earth and sky. 24869|Yea, will I smite him from his base, 24869 ======================================== SAMPLE 777 ======================================== away 32373|From the realm of shadows; to the caves 32373|Of antique Chaos, where the Fiend 32373|Is hurl'd, and lyddite, while thelp 32373|Is on and gyppled in the sty. 32373|Beneath the talons of the curse 32373|Of centaurs, and the Dragon Gold, 32373|And all the riches of the earth, 32373|It lay beyond the reach of men: 32373|It saw the fulfilment of its hour, 32373|The fearful end, the destiny, 32373|The disappointment, and the bloom, 32373|The glory of the consummation, 32373|Saw in her sentence on the Fates. 32373|O World! What can it be but Fate 32373|Whom neither Fate' nor God's can do, 32373|Nor all the substance of the world 32373|In which humanity can dwell, 32373|Nor God, nor all that loves the Good! 32373|O never from the sombre cliff 32373|Look we, nor think we walk'd, 32373|By the last kirk in the oaken hold, 32373|Down county-valley, down Cinnorie-do. 32373|Farewell! farewell! but take new leave 32373|Of me, whom yours most tenderly, 32373|As morn, or eve, or the sweet air; 32373|And when the shades of eve are laid, 32373|With me beyond the upland glade, 32373|We'll walk abroad; for no man's power 32373|The pastime or the future has, 32373|With noisy talk and cheery call 32373|Will greet us; we will share the hall; 32373|Nor care for books, when others move 32373|To pass the hour, or sit, or sing; 32373|But, from their cavern's mouth, receive 32373|The season's best perfection,--here 32373|Will sweep the world away, and leave 32373|No spot or name 32373|For ever and for ever there; 32373|And, with a calm majesty, 32373|Will sit upon this happy earth, 32373|A spot of bliss 32373|'Neath sun and moon and flowing air. 32373|Alas! and as the years roll on, 32373|Will no one tell me what it is? 32373|O no! They are not memories. 32373|Yet, from their fountain, there shall burst 32373|A life of joy which I have lived; 32373|Together with the world, a heart 32373|Will beat time off, and make life start, 32373|And, rising like a star, upstart 32373|To snatch the light 32373|That falls from night 32373|On this young heart, and so bequeaths 32373|Old woes to bear, 32373|And, rising like that ph[oe]be, leave 32373|A man to sing, 32373|A joy that never could deceive. 32373|O no! I see a face that smiles, 32373|Wildly and wildly full of tears: 32373|I know that there her glance is strung 32373|By something in her voice; and there 32373|She stands 'mid many an act and word, 32373|For ever at her altar-head. 32373|O no! I see a face that smiles, 32373|Though now no more; 32373|And that poor heart, that could not wail, 32373|That could not soar, 32373|Is now too poor 32373|To be beguiled, 32373|And, like a child, 32373|Made orphans' of the mother-isle. 32373|O no! I see a damsel bright, 32373|Fresh from a convent's azure vale, 32373|With soft curl'd brow, and virgin mouth, 32373|And angel-feather'd, golden-starr'd, 32373|Her eyes, and limbs, and virgin zone 32373|Shining like stars thro' midnight dew, 32373|Like stars thro' midnight mist; 32373|And, like a bride, each gentle thing, 32373|That passes wild along 32373|Like lightning, quits a vase of bliss, 32373|And ======================================== SAMPLE 778 ======================================== ._ With this very humble claim 20|All your wish to merit, Fortune please; 20|You well may humble and right her praise; 20|Heroes hold you in kingdoms or solitudes, 20|And you've nothing, what is to be got, 20|With so much that nothing can you get 20|Without being what she will get; 20|While you, like the rest of the world, bestow 20|On the good that she seems to deserve, 20|Which is, to her own prosperity, 20|From her own prosperity, 20|And from her own sorrow, 20|Weighs the same in another life 20|As it ought to be done by good wife. 20|I sing the war of mankind, 20|The struggle which must ever cease; 20|I know the bitter and the sweet, 20|The woe of rational happiness; 20|I know the world's all-comforts mean, 20|To-day poor man by day is filled; 20|I know what is, and what must be, 20|With never other here on earth 20|But man in this great, earthly sphere, 20|Must fall, in his own sphere! 20|And, woman, I will truly call 20|My sister in the world to thee; 20|I know what is and what must be, 20|But there I cannot set thee; 20|And if at all I have a meaning, 20|Full surely I should wish to be thy servant, 20|And, like thee, worthy, like thee, very dear, 20|To be thyself, not any nearer. 20|Thou art my friend and thy true helper, 20|Thy beams and thy pure armor are my joys; 20|What if, as now, I see thee now no more, 20|Thou standest all alone, 20|But, instant, come the greater God 20|And take my place in thy celestial abode. 20|The love of God exacts its destined goal 20|To give it up to high or hellish pain; 20|But it abhors the large, disdainful will, 20|Pervious, and swift and cruel fate. 20|With it is all my hope, my joy, my grief, 20|My life, my hope, my all delight; 20|What if, like a poor tortured thing, I creep 20|Back into its past night? 20|And, like the snake tied to the very place, 20|With cunning needle, needle shews, 20|The cruel tale is always in my ears: 20|Well, if, in spite of sorrow, I can bear 20|To think that I shall want, 20|I shall not envy, shall not envy me; 20|But in good company will walk, 20|And laugh, and sing, and shout, and shout; 20|And, when I see them, tell me, who art thou? 20|As a white cloud, through the still night 20|Shall loom unruffled o'er the earth, 20|And let its heavy, jealous eye 20|Dusheth upon each rustic morn, 20|As on the Lily's breast its babies twine: 20|So in my breast, beneath my heart, 20|Shall live my soul's eternity. 20|Yearly, and other morn than the morning skies, 20|Thy beams, O Evening sun; and oh, hast deign 20|To melt into me, and enkindle me 20|With thy pure kiss of love and tenderness; 20|And, for the love of heaven, in me, thy shine 20|To me and lov'st too much, too much for mine; 20|With thy pure kiss, 20|And from her lips, ah, sweet and clear, 20|Will I take up my soul in hers, 20|And, with her kiss, 20|Kiss o'er my soul, O Sabbath morn! 20|Then, blessed sunrise, 'twixt dark night and morn, 20|Appearest spirit of the inner light! 20|Whilst now thy rounded, rounded horns of gold, 20|Unveiled, unsphered, uplifted, pure, and old, 20|Mock me thy glory, as the sea-shell sears 20|The lonely wreck when the storm-tost gathers; 20|So, Poet, in thine hour of need renewed, 20|Mingle ======================================== SAMPLE 779 ======================================== ," said he, "is not my wont 615|To bring me news, to you a fearful thought 615|Is now my care, and I will tell it with me, 615|How you the Scottish king's misdeeds have wrought: 615|And this is the conclusion that I sought; 615|To know of whom you spoke the king's descent, 615|I for my sake have followed you the first. 615|For I to Paris bound me have in flight; 615|I to the other shore will take the fight. 615|"As you desire will I with you to vie. 615|Save, save me quickly, in good sooth, I pray, 615|For I will first the English king to take, 615|And if you more of him demand in time, 615|Will hitherward be sent his vengeful crime." 615|At this, he smote his breast, and from his head 615|Disgusted was his helm. But him, instead 615|He smote upon the face, whose brittle steel 615|The heavy blow divided at the blow; 615|And broke his helm, and through his midriff broke, 615|So that he lost the horse, who from his sell 615|Lodged with the forfeit of his life and lord. 615|With other stroke the Tartar had him smote, 615|But that against the Turks a hand he leaped, 615|Which from his neck descended on his throat, 615|And to his knees his prostrate body dashed. 615|He rose and from his bleeding body stretched, 615|And stretched him out; as he had done, the Moor 615|Had left the fief in haste. Sir Emender 615|Now was not, nor in jest: for he was gone, 615|He whom his wrath uplifted, spake but plain: 615|"I will not, never more on earth remain, 615|If thou return before me." Then began 615|Ajma, that he his captive should have slain, 615|And to the count went on his road again; 615|And with a courteous prayer took up the fain, 615|That he the ancient barriers might make ope, 615|And grant him peace again. This was the end 615|Of the first knot concerning a Scottish lord. 615|"My lord," he said, "the first of Englishmen, 615|That we our land should sack, and all its towns, 615|Esteemeth now, and that we live empies 615|Since he returns, and from our presence goes, 615|And with his host comes in our strength and blows, 615|And in his host to us the rest repair: 615|And, if we take from them no needless prayer, 615|May he be seen out in our country there." 615|With that, spurred back a fiery cavalier, 615|Who, by the horrid sight his face illumed, 615|In fierce disdain and hatred made appear, 615|And cried, "If I of you will be allowed, 615|I well will make, and will myself allow. 615|If they will interpose this scheme of ours, 615|As tokens of their power of arms, our own," 615|King Charles bespake: "Let them, as you encline, 615|Be fit to swear our kin, as well as those 615|Say, 'These are couched squires and cavaliers' 615|That with us, or our men, to fight are known. 615|"That to the battle shall be long anear, 615|I fear they yet have little need to tread; 615|And, when before us the defiles appear, 615|I will depart and take the field in dread. 615|But, if we have it, by our laws we steer, 615|We with your men at hand the field maintain. 615|"This while is not the time to leave behind; 615|For when the trumpets sound, we go our way 615|Where Charles's kin and brother-in-law shall find; 615|From street to street, from gate to entry, they; 615|And, when they meet the king in his array, 615|The panoply that fills your ears will say, 615|'You shall receive what rule we will demand, 615|That first of us, next morn, the field demand.' 615|"These words you heard, which you and I heard, 615|To Charlemagne you gave in charge; ======================================== SAMPLE 780 ======================================== , and he did swear 615|That no simonions could him render, 615|Nor he had cause to mourn his end: 615|Then said, `I will not such affronts make, 615|Unless your name were carved upon oak, 615|Whereon a hundred years and more 615|Will henceforth be the memory. 615|'Neath the churchyard, by a secret way, 615|I was unseen, and that I saw 615|The clerk, who for his pains had borne so long 615|The letters of the dead from church and building. 615|"I cannot see him more, nor hear him more; 615|Who with the iron on his brain is driving 615|To make to life his bones and let them go: 615|But who, in his disaster, will not know? 615|He has no power left to fly, to know, 615|Since he has gone to seek the neighbouring city; 615|He, to complete the error of his woe, 615|Has often woven a new cloak to show 615|The length of it; which to himself has strangled 615|Twice thirty thousand men, and drowned or slain. 615|"The wretched remnant of his armour stained, 615|Who for the holy church was doomed to die, 615|Has not that cruel region been assigned, 615|Which poets tell not on a Easter-night, 615|Though at another hour his course has run, 615|And to the paladin his name has won, 615|He shows no pity, nor will make him pause, 615|By putting short the pageant of the church. 615|"Then says the Poet, and a sign shows plain, 615|That what is life, and what shall death be theirs. 615|He, if for any fame that's worth the gain, 615|And death has been a portion of his cares, 615|His age, a little child, has so foul grown, 615|That he leaves scarcely a man of his own, 615|Whom he had made a priest, or household god, 615|To do him honour more with pious rites. 615|"His choice of the good dame has short account; 615|But, through that kind and good effect, so fair, 615|As if it nothing had been worse or worse, 615|To him it was as nothing, much, and rare, 615|As if a finer art, as one compare, 615|Was worthy to be borne on palfrey white; 615|He for the good dame took her as light 615|And gave her for this dame a sumpter's hire, 615|In the belief that her lord in this sort 615|Had hanged herself; and was with child and beast. 615|"There to the wedding the bride and bridegroom haste; 615|Whom when the Child shall see, not long delayed, 615|His chamber he with torches light inside. 615|And there the orphan, on her father laid, 615|May he his bridal for her father see, 615|With torches light, when he shall see her come 615|Out of her father's room, upon his home. 615|"The black ram, which, returning from the fold, 615|His brethren and two reindeer, leads aloft, 615|On pinions white, his sisters white, and old, 615|With horns and net-work gay, the following gosstrude; 615|Or is her hest a wolf, or fox a swan, 615|When, or at first, they both the fleeces pierce? 615|"The shepherd, with delight and joy, enquired 615|The damsel, and her uncle gave her name. 615|'Tis evermore a marvel for her lord 615|To render her his heir, till he her good. 615|So kind he waxed, and with new sports inspired, 615|Returned, as wont, to visit her by fame. 615|The damsel, who had known the shepherd's cot, 615|Who in the holy forum of the fair, 615|Where her poor master shows a spacious seat, 615|Praised her large fortune, and desired her seat; 615|And, for they deemed him of a noble blood 615|The holiest holy of Magithio's line, 615|To her he apprised, with willing aid 615|From her embraced, the occasion offered fine. 615|"But she who, with too daring action, vowed 615|To take his life, ======================================== SAMPLE 781 ======================================== upon the ground 18500|And they 'll call you, "Poor March," 18500|It is very clear 18500|It was brought to the place where the Jumblies were underground, 18500|The Jumblies were out in full gaol. 18500|A Jumbly tramp was heard by the same country-side, 18500|And it was given places to strath; 18500|But a looty tramp is the Jumbly man inside, 18500|And it must be owned that the Jumblies are out in the storm, 18500|And it must be owned that the Jumblies are out in the storm. 18500|"A new-made Jumbly lad is my Jumbly lad. 18500|Why may not I with scarlet faces 18500|Hail a woman in scarlet casks 18500|With a cross upon her neck and a cross upon her leg? 18500|Was ever a war-cry rude? 18500|"Oh no, there 's no such thing in the armies of the Jumbly lad. 18500|My Jumbly lad is but a jobble to his mate, 18500|She has hundreds more to feed her. 18500|"For my Jumbly lad she has hundreds more to do, 18500|And thousands of the more 'tis vain 18500|To spur him to the war-- 18500|"And still as thousands hundreds more or less are dwindling more 18500|To pour out their contents before the breakers' 18500|moon, 18500|So shall I that am master of this mighty 18500|world, 18500|And my Jumbly lad shall surely die before we rot 18500|sparks." 18500|To put a stop to the Jumbly man Sir Arthur begs permission to 18500|Not the Jumbly man, from a coachman's height, 18500|Looked down, and muttered a word of might. 18500|"Oh, no, it is not in the battle of life, 18500|We need sometime fear these men of might; 18500|I would fain give all myself the chance 18500|With one of the best to vanquish that breed; 18500|But they in their thousands must beg of my manhood 18500|To shake down this gathering storm of evil. 18500|"And I am a busier, too, by day, 18500|The Jumbler's wedded daughter Jane, 18500|And I am a bushier, too, by night, 18500|They are she and their babbling main; 18500|The Jumbler is weary and sick of life, 18500|His wife lies in a heap in the ditch. 18500|"Oh, no, there 's no such thing in the world, 18500|I have more to do with earth and heaven; 18500|When the devil himself in a trance has started, 18500|His wife and her only offspring driven, 18500|His wife and her only offspring has riven, 18500|Till he has been fully given to riven. 18500|"Ay, then and there is a witch, who dwells 18500|In the land of the living, and witcheth. 18500|She doth make us all feel the lure of her beauty, 18500|Her charm as the life of the dead, her deathless 18500|beauty, 18500|Her life as the life of her dear and sacred 18500|Ere, touched by the finger of fate, she slumbers 18500|In the warm white grave of the cold dead, 18500|With the tear in her eye, and the smile in her ruby 18500|And the smile on her beautiful lips, I 'm glad 18500|And I 'm glad to be with them a-ploughing 18500|When the ploughshare is scratching, 18500|Or the sharp reaper is lowering 18500|The meadow is nodding, 18500|Or the harvest is glancing, 18500|As their yellow teeth glisten 18500|Round the neck of the corn-sheaper, 18500|With the point of one finger 18500|Is the song of the mourner, 18500|Oh, the night-star is dreary, the moon-path is dreary, 18500|The skies are as murky as black, 18500|The bleak cope is lonesome, the ======================================== SAMPLE 782 ======================================== |I hear a murmur, a whisper, a song. 1365|When the bells of Fridolin 1365|Excited the ear of the maiden, 1365|Or the night-dews of Norway 1365|Rehearse the long roll of the music, 1365|I heard a loud strain 1365|O'er the night wind wailing and wailing, 1365|And saw on the rock-point 1365|A maiden, beset with fog-wreath, 1365|Passing through the fog-envelop 1365|In the hollow of Fridolin's wigwam. 1365|I followed her weeping. 1365|Over the muddy water she sighed, 1365|"Ah, Branta! but the deep waters 1365|Of the fierce rocks we are seeking. 1365|Leave me, leave me, thou cruel maid, 1365|And my woes are reposeful!" 1365|Fridolin laid down his lovely head: 1365|"Ah, Branta! but the deep seas 1365|Of the ice we are seeking, 1365|And the rocks we are seeking, 1365|But the cold leaden snows are melting. 1365|Leave me, leave me, thou cruel maid, 1365|And thy cold froward frowns 1365|That o'erfin me hast thou seized on, 1365|Hence to our homes to go wailing!" 1365|But in secret Doria came 1365|To the cave where she lay waiting: 1365|"Stay, bright creature, as I touch thee! 1365|Thou hast warmed me with thy beauty, 1365|Has made me very kind to thee, 1365|And has sent me a stranger journeyed 1365|From the land of my birth, 1365|Than a wanderer from the far waters, 1365|A wanderer from the deep water." 1365|But when he had come unto me, 1365|"Go, that I may see thee, 1365|And may speak to her of my mother; 1365|Truly she will not fail to call thee, 1365|Nor from out the cold water 1365|For one brief moment stay thou, 1365|And return to thy mother!" 1365|Kimi soon heard my mother, 1365|Crying: "O, my son, my son, 1365|And thy mother again depart not, 1365|And return to thy father!" 1365|Kimi fled to her mother, 1365|But my mother would not stay 1365|To catch any of her children 1365|In her arms, as she lay 1365|'Neath the water-lily branches, 1365|Rising, sinking on the mountain, 1365|Her woollen aprons did not 1365|From the ground loose it, 1365|And with golden apples she 1365|Sad, for very bitter sorrow! 1365|Yet shall mine, on from which I 1365|By the sweet apple-tree 1365|Where she ate and left the basket, 1365|From the basket go to pluck it. 1365|O'er the water in the fountain 1365|Her poor children's burdens fall, 1365|Till with joy she comes adoring, 1365|And in wonder and in terror 1365|She beholds the gods still hallowing. 1365|Now through all the nights the darkness 1365|Wanes, and the dawning of the day 1365|Now burns on the earthly threshold, 1365|And the light of life is passing away. 1365|Evil, evil be thy greeting, 1365|For unto me thou art a curse! 1365|And I need not be a stranger 1365|To thy home, where all are poor; 1365|There, amid woods and mountain-caverns, 1365|I would drink, and find the worse. 1365|I have found the golden honey 1365|Which I gathered ere I die, 1365|But I seek it in the autumn, 1365|On the land where all is lone; 1365|There, within the sun's hot chamber, 1365|In a house the life of fire 1365|And the hearthstone, I sit waiting 1365|Here beside thee, queen of ire. 1365|And at night I curse thy banquet, 1365| ======================================== SAMPLE 783 ======================================== of the _Truce's_ translation. 2732|What a book was this the people reads 2732|At the end of this book! 2732|What with printed leaves and flowers and the trees, 2732|And the sunlight and the dew, 2732|And the dancing flowers and the laughing hours, 2732|The smell of the earth and the things that be, 2732|And the colors of the sea. 2732|What a book was this! 2732|"There are people there 2732|Who are always eloquent and wise." 2732|What a story was that we could not see 2732|Till the twilight bell was toll'd. 2732|"There is a winsome girl 2732|Who lingers still, 2732|Bowing and smiling, 2732|With the quaint old hollandine's quaint quaint smile, 2732|And the bow and needle and the breeks of eld, 2732|And the rustling cloak she used to wear 2732|In her far off country there. 2732|And the quaint old hollandine, 2732|For so beautiful a day, 2732|With the quaint old hollandine, 2732|And the bow and feathery way, 2732|And the brook peeping from the valley bare,-- 2732|I wonder what it all would be! 2732|How it would look to heaven from below 2732|When it lifted the first star! 2732|"A wonder of delight 2732|In the avenue of the sky. 2732|And a miracle that mocks at mortal sight! 2732|For no heavenly vision can it be, 2732|Of wonderful, sweet, incredible things to see-- 2732|These flowers that I have known, 2732|But only one, alone, 2732|To these grown and unwasted 2732|In the warmth and the light of the coming hours, 2732|A wonder that never was known to fade 2732|By Time! The leaves are dead! 2732|But one, and we, who have lived and died, 2732|Would be at it, at least with the world for me, 2732|And I am in it, at last!" 2732|In winter I can go to the sea, 2732|And sail away from a far off shore, 2732|With none to comfort me. 2732|I always have my wish, 2732|And what I seek is mine, 2732|To go on a wheel 2732|To the sea where the winds blow wet and loud. 2732|I go by the sea, and I go by the deck, 2732|To see the good ships sailing by, 2732|And the junks of the rigging are red and white, 2732|And the tall masts are pointing to me. 2732|I go by the sea and I go by the deep, 2732|Through the quivering foam, and my heart turns pale, 2732|And I hurl my words to the breaker's lip, 2732|"Pull away from the deck! Pull away from the ship! 2732|Pull away from the deck!" 2732|And down on the water-weeds, 2732|Down on the billows, without a sail, 2732|The mermaids and the maids of the deep, 2732|And the sea-nymphs painted on those dead men's cheeks, 2732|And the mermen were crying aloud: 2732|"O God, if Thou livest again 2732|On the blue-back of this sea!" 2732|And a wind came out of the sea 2732|And carried away from the sea 2732|The breath of the dawn, red and still, 2732|And the sails were furled and the masts were furled, 2732|And away to a sandy village went, 2732|With a crew that knew not sail nor shroud, 2732|And the wind went up from the sea, 2732|And the sails were furled, and the masts were furled, 2732|And away to a sandy village went, 2732|With a band of fisherboys 2732|Who knew that it was good work, 2732|Who straddled the sails for fear, 2732|And laughed at the work. 2732|And they swept the sheets in a rosy mist, 2732|To the capstan going ======================================== SAMPLE 784 ======================================== and his little dog; 42058|But he never came a yard, 42058|And never was a yard. 42058|He often, in the night, 42058|Watches from his vacant chair, 42058|To hear the passing rats 42058|Come crawling up the stairs; 42058|And sleeping on the floor, 42058|When the evening lamps grow low, 42058|He envies they are there, 42058|The little fiddle-player! 42058|Merry, laugh it all aloud, 42058|Over hill, over dale, 42058|With the sparkling sound 42058|Of the springing vane; 42058|And you'll find it everywhere 42058|In the towns of foregoing law, 42058|And the presents of those lawless boys 42058|In the garret of that pretty boy. 42058|Every morn, the cock shall crow; 42058|The sun himself, in regal state, 42058|With velvet-shaded wing shall creep 42058|Over hill and over dale, 42058|On a sun-gilded sail; 42058|And from that distant age, in beds 42058|Near or far, a single boy, 42058|With a burning eye, 42058|The youngest shall look in upon the boy. 42058|The lantern from the candlestick; 42058|From out the village he will run, 42058|Nor light the fire at all, I ween; 42058|But through all the British ministry, 42058|And through Australia's pleasant land, 42058|It shall be heard and heard, 42058|The voice of rushing galleys; 42058|For Australia keeps her green 42058|In the land of simple song, 42058|Ever grateful, nor restrained, 42058|Till the waters meet, each one a fire, 42058|Beneath the burning sun, 42058|And the waters meet 42058|In an ocean undiscerned. 42058|Oh, my love, my love! 42058|Let us in, then! 42058|As we go the long day, 42058|Let us take the long way, 42058|On the road to the play, 42058|From the hills to the sea: 42058|When the shadows of night 42058|Are hung on the hill, 42058|Let us go with delight 42058|We are coming back; 42058|Let us take the long road, 42058|To the back of the hill 42058|When the drowsy river 42058|Flows to a far land 42058|In its rocky belt. 42058|When the moon has passed, 42058|When the stars grow still, 42058|It is time for me 42058|To hear the still 42058|Clear voice that summons 42058|Up, up to the river. 42058|But I shall not hear 42058|The melody 42058|Of a voice I was nearing, 42058|In the golden din, 42058|When the shadows roll in 42058|From the hill to the sea. 42058|I can hear it without 42058|In the long day, 42058|The sound of the waters, 42058|The cry of the strong trees, 42058|That call to the night-wind 42058|And cry to the sea. 42058|In the golden watches 42058|Of the winter 42058|I lie by the pines 42058|Forlorn and still; 42058|I hear the wind blow 42058|And I hear the snow 42058|Coming on the hill, 42058|But I sit and watch 42058|For I cannot stay 42058|Till the sun is gone, 42058|When my love is dead. 42058|I shall never hear 42058|The song that I sing, 42058|Of the rising of waves on the shore, 42058|And the sinking of hearts 42058|In their meeting to-day, 42058|When my love is dead. 42058|I will not see again 42058|The form I was to see once again, 42058|In the land of the farthest snow, 42058|When it came to the land of the Far-away, 42058|And the land of the lonely sea. 42058|I will neither hear again 420 ======================================== SAMPLE 785 ======================================== |'Tis done, my Lady! we are parting now. 19221|_A Ballad, made for Tom Danes, to lament._ 19221|_A Ballad, made for Ruthven, to lament._ 19221|_A Ballad, made for Ruthven, to lament._ 19221|_Beauty's Fatal Snare._ 19221|Rural Song: A new 19221|moisture for the pearly splendour of the moon. 19221|The moral contained in the song may be that the power of 19221|great things had been first united by the power of the 19221|wide-stretch'd concave at the sides of the lofty mountains of 19221|which, when I look, there are many roofs and palaces, 19221|corroding horrible and affording a screaming air. 19221|In the neighbourhood of Morav, a small spot of country, 19221|spots, and trees, and the great stone castles that arose from 19221|dying in the light of the setting sun, and the high clouds 19221|that hung in the south and east along the horizon. 19221|In the neighbourhood of Morav, a house was known to the inhabitants 19221|of Morav, near the river End, near the river Arched. In a 19221|haze by an aged precipice, a female stands holding her head high 19221|through the half-lifted lashes, to look at the white hair of her 19221|uncared-up head. 19221|The lady, who saw the stranger, her hand laid upon the 19221|linden-skin, and began to address herself in whisperingly: 19221|"Sir, the guest is beautiful and gaitrous, and the well-dressed 19221|well-chosen maiden of Morav, I will venture to say that he has 19221|been here for a long time, and at this time for a long 19221|time." 19221|"He had scarcely ceased when he heard of a dinner from 19221|the Moorish palace in the Saracen fort at Mycambe; and to 19221|this being, in truth, a great traveller. 19221|"The guest, who had received the guest, made answer to the 19221|lord: 'Sir, I have often heard of a guest, who has his 19221|coached 'for the very best'; and as to using the 19221|occasions, the ladies used to ask him what he was like to 19221|be doing, and he was moved to receive the question. 19221|"'Sir, be not proud, but tell the kind and wealthy of the 19221|people, that he has been here long enough for three hundred 19221|years and more. I have heard that he is of a great high estate, 19221|and that all his fine household was chain'd and kept for him, 19221|and so long he will not loyally remain in his kingdom. 19221|"'Sir,' he said, 'as to-night I have been wondering what he 19221|might be, I am puzzled, namely, if he had come for me. 19221|'The stranger accepted the invitation, and he told me the 19221|whole story of his exile, which I am glad to hear.' 19221|"'The tale is so pleasing, that I am afraid you will wonder, 19221|for all who have seen it will doubtless be disposed to believe 19221|that he himself was in some voyaging on the sea, and that 19221|he, who was so much of a stranger and so much of a 19221| suspicious religion, and to have been often invited 19221|to supper on some lunacy near his own house, and the 19221|next-year perhaps spent in its favor, to ask him about 19221|another thing, and tell me that he still lived to 19221|be very old, and that, in spite of the want of wine and 19221|drink, he still had a kind of healthy appetite. 19221|"'And now, my lord, I will tell with what mind he is 19221|(for I myself know nothing about his health), when I 19221|will tell him of the deeds of him who has done violence to 19221|those who have dishon ======================================== SAMPLE 786 ======================================== . The passage is in the _Praenomna_: 3545|"The Chiana Apis with her sable flood 3545|Shines not so keen, when she herself surrounds:" 3545|"The arrow struck her with an awful dread; 3545|The serpent fled; the arrow fled in vain, 3545|And with her beauty did the monster wed: 3545|So with false hope her judgment was put by, 3545|She sought the shades, procured by cruel Fate: 3545|'Twas then, vile project, which she made pursue, 3545|She hoped the vengeance to her Brethren too, 3545|Who, as you prove by knowledge, found her death, 3545|But wished the cruel torture to be borne." 3545|Thus ended he, but more than half mankind 3545|He took the deadly arrow from the bow, 3545|And smote the brawny champion with the steel; 3545|Whose brain with double stingings was inflamed, 3545|But he no vantage knew, but by the wound. 3545|For this the wretched Shepherd makes a pause, 3545|While the full tides of anguish wander near, 3545|And, as the current of his grief grows deep, 3545|His inward spirit urges this new strife 3545|To purchase pardon for a faithful wife. 3545|And now the hour approached, when he the scene 3545|Would have forgot, and all the city blazed 3545|With a bright look; he stood with downcast head, 3545|And all absorbed in this sad sight, at times, 3545|With many a tear like that of grief and tears; 3545|He stood a groundling, while the suppliant spoke, 3545|And bowed before the trembling maid with devout look. 3545|It was a beauteous sight, the day before 3545|He had removed her to his thoughts, to learn 3545|Where she might stay from her companion there 3545|For all her suffering, and his love to learn: 3545|Yet this was vain; he thought upon that power, 3545|Which was in him a comfort and a care, 3545|As though for one to bear her, who had slain 3545|Her with his own right hand, and in revenge; 3545|That done, he came on him and took her hand, 3545|And in his holy manhood strove to raise 3545|The love which still was breaking through her heart, 3545|And in return to bid her be her own-- 3545|But that she was of temper ill prepared, 3545|And she could never yet be left alone, 3545|The secret still of still mysterious joy 3545|Was one discourtesy to her from whom 3545|She could not bear to hear this bitter tale. 3545|But even thus at length her husband saw 3545|Her fall, his first-born, from a fiercer love, 3545|And in his bosom, his first sorrows past, 3545|And he was well deceived, and she at last 3545|The dreadful death of him; and he, because 3545|She felt by strange mysterious ties, but knew 3545|Her husband's secret, and she would not tell 3545|His father, and to many a secret door 3545|Had he in his own absence kept her out. 3545|At last he turned back from the place, and there 3545|In the sweet April of the middle year, 3545|To rake the ashes, while the corn was springing 3545|About the hills near which the children sing; 3545|For no wind blew, and no wind seemed to blow, 3545|But all was silent as the Dead Sea round. 3545|But as he looked upon the sea and sky, 3545|And, looking to the heavens which round it lie, 3545|Between it and the ships, a river flowing 3545|Between the ships and the dark water flowing, 3545|He saw a ship. He saw the dark-red prow, 3545|And oars, and canvas, and the sinking wreck, 3545|And the dark-red prow showing his weary way, 3545|And many a wind-like sail in the dark water flying. 3545|It was a fair sight for the boy to see, 3545|When 'twas on the very first of April days, 3545|The ship that ======================================== SAMPLE 787 ======================================== that the best and first of all 1165|Shall prosper. In the world's broad hall 1165|Two swords shall be of one, and two 1165|Twelve moons shall be of one, and two 1165|Shall be of one, while two keep two 1165|Shall pass, this blade between their hands 1165|And that fair maiden's from the lands 1165|Of farthest seas; and shall endure 1165|Long time and toil, and be a corse 1165|Of each new born; and in her veins 1165|Cluster together Honor and Pain, 1165|Which shall be whelmed and shall endure; 1165|Yea, smoother than the world itself 1165|Shall be the grave of one whose name 1165|Is as the shining of the suns, 1165|Or as the cloud-capped mountain-clouds, 1165|Or as the fire and clouds are one, 1165|Or as the dust upon the air 1165|Of latter summer; yet as men 1165|Shall think of him, more glorious far 1165|And pitiless, his farewell wave 1165|Clashed with the foam-white water-snake 1165|Of ocean, and his name and fame 1165|In the deep mountain-cavern of Fame. 1165|When the mighty mountains 1165|From the heavens rolled 1165|Sail beneath their courses 1165|With a stout heart, 1165|Not to fight with the storms, 1165|Nor to hurry at warfare 1165|There in the wide air 1165|Raging and exulting, 1165|They drave from sky 1165|The thunder of battle; 1165|Thunder of Jupiter 1165|Crashing and pouring 1165|Their battle-wheels 1165|On the land where the planets 1165|Seek their homes: 1165|The comet with pest-cloud, 1165|The earthquake and fire, 1165|The rain that maddens 1165|The sea with a stench, 1165|A fiery delirious 1165|A wild and wild red 1165|That snares the spirit within 1165|As men with a child. 1165|And the thunder of heaven 1165|Darkening the light 1165|That was born of our eyes 1165|Rent with the night; 1165|Then the moon was rent 1165|Through the clouds, 1165|Rent from her high 1165|And tinged with fiery 1165|Flame; and the deep 1165|Darkened below 1165|Their thundering chorus 1165|Of rushing ghosts 1165|From the black caverns 1165|Where our fathers fell; 1165|Thee, all the brave 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|Faces that smiled 1165|Doubting and furtive 1165|On the great war-shout 1165|Of the unvanquished sea; 1165|Thee, all the brave 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the untruest 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the undaunted 1165|And the und ======================================== SAMPLE 788 ======================================== and the deep 1304|Clear and cool of the main, 1304|The bright stream glideth in silver spray, 1304|And the bird sings loud in its bowery spray. 1304|Dear child, I love thee! I love 1304|As the first that under the sun, 1304|As the first that under the blue-cuil'd cloud, 1304|From the sea-beams far away, 1304|Till the heart of man glows with love of thee, 1304|And its pulses leap with love 1304|G emotion divine and divine, 1304|When 'twas first our love begun. 1304|Now is the last time of love, 1304|The sweetest time of all the year; 1304|The deep grave yawneth and the young heart aches, 1304|And the heart, untrembling, mutters fear. 1304|Fierce, fervent orb, now my love burns, 1304|The deep, unfathomed depths of her soul, 1304|And the moon's beaming eye is dim 1304|As the tears at the heart of a child that mourns: 1304|Love, in thy might, maketh thy sun 1304|Lie down in his grave, and the orb unshrouds 1304|His robe of light like a shroud. 1304|Oh, for the wealth of a love like mine, 1304|Mine only, love, that I may possess: 1304|Love, of all joys the flower, more fine, 1304|A thousandfold than the breath in her breast, 1304|To drain the sweetness of her wine 1304|From her first kiss of life and from her last breath of death. 1304|Love, in thy might, maketh thy name 1304|Like the first dawn of freedom and song. 1304|Thou knowest that love is all a flame, 1304|And every dawn is a new song, 1304|That from age to age thy lips proclaim, 1304|And all the world shall hear thee and live long. 1304|Love, though the world may stare and fear, 1304|Love yet shall find a sure deliverance, 1304|For every sound but his who hears, 1304|And all his earth but his own grass-blade staunch. 1304|Yet, oh, beware lest, when the rains come on, 1304|Thy bride shall come to gather garlands yet new won; 1304|Teach her to know how fresh a throne 1304|Awaits the last of her young body yet-- 1304|And so forget her dead flesh as a throne. 1304|Though thou hast said--I hold no falser vow 1304|I have not won enough for blasphemy, 1304|And all thy words are meant to hiss me now, 1304|And all thy deeds, a thousand tongues and high, 1304|To mar the joys that God himself bestow'd: 1304|I can but say, if thou wilt win me soon, 1304|I will remember thee--and then I will. 1304|I cannot love thee!--my delight it is 1304|That thou wouldst break a heart I have set free; 1304|Let me but love thee!--my delight is this-- 1304|The thought of thee is all that I can see. 1304|I love thee!--I, who loved thee with the fire 1304|That in my heart a thousand flames did cast, 1304|Because I loved thee; I am never fair 1304|Though all my heart, my life's delight, expire. 1304|I love thee! I who loved thee ere thou die! 1304|I see thy flesh enshrouding on the bier-- 1304|My very tears delight me to the last-- 1304|My heart is all thy own to love and live, 1304|And, as my hand can shake, I must at last. 1304|Oh, never in my life was there a path 1304|So much like love as shuts out from my view-- 1304|And, as I have shut my mouth for a kiss, 1304|I am ever to kiss thee--and to thee. 1304|I never went to thee, but still was kind 1304|And simple, gentle, and obedient, 1304|And I am living still where thou dost stray-- 1304|Un ======================================== SAMPLE 789 ======================================== through the forest. 31314|Forth then walked the noble host, 31314|And he led the fiery horse, 31314|And he led his lovely host 31314|To the river of the Rhine. 31314|And the lovely lady was 31314|Noble, with six sons of her line; 31314|And she led the merry company 31314|To the river of the Rhine. 31314|In the Rhine the fair Margrave 31314|Chosen young Rogero, 31314|By the name of Brigal Rab, 31314|The fair city of Tanac. 31314|Before his palace did he come, 31314|And he dwelt in the castle there. 31314|Proudly in their midst he was, 31314|And the Prince of Ocean dame, 31314|And they called him the happy Rhine. 31314|And when he arrived in the city, 31314|He was always courting his men. 31314|For in the city his way was bent, 31314|Many a noble warrior sent, 31314|As he sat with his Queen in council, 31314|And was always catching fun. 31314|'Tis a fearful thing for sorrow, 31314|For the Lord prolong his stay! 31314|Praises will a King o'erwhelm 31314|With a vast and weighty day. 31314|In the castle of Tanac, 31314|Before the noon of day, 31314|On his way his horse he boundeth 31314|To the river of the Rhine; 31314|To his weary army wending 31314|From the bridge of Oisin, 31314|Laying waste the Rhine. 31314|Went he forth, his lovely lady, 31314|In the air his lute doth sound; 31314|In the air his pensive mistress 31314|Finds sweet slumber in the sound: 31314|But no more his notes returning, 31314|To the plains he now is borne, 31314|And the trumpet's warblings jingling 31314|To the mountains of the Rhine. 31314|And the warrior hears the service 31314|Which his faithful daughter's care 31314|Fulfils with melodious duty 31314|In the early morning prayer. 31314|From his palace hath he come in, 31314|Rested on the river shore; 31314|From his castle hath he heard the voice 31314|Of the warriors at their toil; 31314|And he tarried with delight to hear 31314|The melodious German's voice. 31314|Now his lovely spouse is weeping, 31314|Long has she in silence listened 31314|To the mournful Washa's words, 31314|And his tears ran down indignant 31314|As the lady's face he wept. 31314|"O good Agnes, noble princess, 31314|Thou the lovely son of God 31314|From the bitter German Redman, 31314|Thou, O tender-hearted one! 31314|For thy husband's sake am I 31314|Blessed with thanks and much esteem. 31314|Blessed with thee in all thy duty! 31314|Thou, O tender-hearted one!" 31314|Thus she spoke, and from the tower 31314|She descended to the brook, 31314|And she stooped herself down on its bank 31314|To await her bridegroom; 31314|Then she sank down on the settle, 31314|And she spoke unto the King, 31314|In a tone of deep emotion, 31314|Where she heard the vaulting stones; 31314|"Quickly have I made the passage, 31314|And have now the bridge of stone. 31314|Here the stream is running swiftly, 31314|Thou art but too late for me, 31314|Soon the bridge is all a-glowing, 31314|Soon the bridge is all in flower!" 31314|On this point the vision vanished, 31314|And the bridge looked through the groves, 31314|And the stream was passing swiftly, 31314|In his course among the spires. 31314|"O thou Antero, sweet Antero, 31314|Stretchest thou thy gentle breast, 31314|While the waters sank and dwindled ======================================== SAMPLE 790 ======================================== , 27129|With me aye the whaule. 27129|Or the deuce, if it be thine; 27129|For I the ee maun gae nane, 27129|But thee, and only thee. 27129|Now, ere yon sun go quarter, 27129|And lea'e to rest ben my cheek, 27129|I'll cock my bonnie auburn mither 27129|And say, my dear, dae ye speak? 27129|I'll cock my bonnie auburn mither, 27129|And say, my dear, dae you rove? 27129|I'll cock my bonnie auburn mither 27129|And tell thee, my dear, dae you rove? 27129|I'll cock my bonnie auburn mither, 27129|And say, my dear, dae you rove? 27129|We'll rin aye in the knowe 27129|Of twa Spring's gude broomy brae. 27129|I'll sing a song to thee, love; 27129|Sae blythe and bright ye'll be. 27129|The gray linnet sough the spring, love, 27129|Wi' his sweet sangs on the tree; 27129|Wi' his voice sae mild and ring, love, 27129|Sae merrily we'll grieve and flee. 27129|The primrose is bonnie, the earliest dawn o' morn, 27129|The gloamin' starvin' is drear, 27129|When we're frae the misty pool, and to pu' wood new-born, 27129|The wild broomy knowes and dear. 27129|Tib is bonnie by dewy rill, the dawn is ilka flower, 27129|We 've seen the primrose in ha'; 27129|And mony ithers there, the sweetest could beguile, 27129|It's the lass wi' the yellow hair. 27129|It 's the spring-time o' summer, for summer is fair, 27129|And ilk night the leaf is sweet, the brae-beams may wear; 27129|The yellow broom waves its fragrance, the simmer leaves glint, 27129|And that waefu' day I 'm sure o't is ilka day, 27129|When we seek for the mavis that sings o' its kind on the wing, 27129|I 'm sure wi' the yellow hair, or the yellow lark-owl. 27129|I marvel the wind o' the north will be lang about, 27129|The wild turkey is out wi' his dainty dame. 27129|And the dew-drops will twinkle in ower red rose-colie eyes, 27129|Like wee lamb-broom'd daisies at break o' the daw, 27129|And wee birds will glint i' the sun to seek for the nestling, 27129|But it's nae daisies the bird loves the wee birdie. 27129|Oh, my wild grasshopper's laddie! 27129|I 'm weary wi' drink, and wi' rhyme, 27129|E'en the bonnie, bonnie darg, 27129|When I wander sae wide, ye the lads wi' my gudgeon, 27129|Ye, the heather o' luve sae close, 27129|Thro' Glenbuck Lang, and the Dee, 27129|Ye braid garden beds, ye broomwoods, 27129|And the white moon above, 27129|The wind is whist, but my true love is far, far, 27129|A' the bonnie, bonnie darg. 27129|There 's a cauld man that is fowly, 27129|And an auld man that is slow; 27129|He 's neither stanch nor a wither, 27129|But tak' tent o' the plough.-- 27129|Wi' bonnie cocks and his gear, 27129|Wi' bonnie cocks and his gear, 27129|He 's a liftie and his gear, 27129|He 's a liftie and his gear, 27129|Auld Johnny P cheaply and his ho, 27129|Willy married.--The Hielan's a bonnie wee ======================================== SAMPLE 791 ======================================== |The day's dead ends. 37086|My friends, all gone-- 37086|My wife, my little son, 37086|My mother, my mammy, and my sister, 37086|All gone to heaven! 37086|"No man can hide his heart 37086|Who lives in heaven," I said, 37086|"No man can call his own, 37086|And who can leave this house 37086|The day has dawned!" 37086|"Do you keep in the citadel 37086|Some money for me?" I said. 37086|"The lady is dead, 37086|The lady can stay in jail," 37086|I said and someone answered me, 37086|Said something white and hard; 37086|"This man would never vote 37086|Until he's seven nights a day 37086|And goes to bed at night 37086|Before he gets seven millions." 37086|I'm going back to lend a button to the little lady, 37086|I've come for another drink, 37086|And I'm going back to lend a button to the little lady, 37086|Who is better than the dad. 37086|And we are all of us lucky now, 37086|The little lady's in the hall, 37086|And my wife is trying to play the Spider in the nest, 37086|She is not the egg at all. 37086|For our faults she has begged for me, 37086|And I know her mother's gone. 37086|I might kiss her with a kiss 37086|If her mother had it on. 37086|So I can always play her spy 37086|When another day is done. 37086|When she comes to me I don't know as I do, 37086|But she's making mischief on me in the eyes, 37086|And I'm playing in the Gardens, where the tea 37086|Is fashionable in the fashionable prize. 37086|There are things to make me do--aye, I think 37086|I may make a profit of--perhaps. 37086|It isn't a big thing to tell the day, my dear, 37086|I think that I'll be very kind to her, 37086|But when I have it toasting I can't see 37086|I can't even find my finger here. 37086|It's so bad that when I'm good and well, 37086|I can coax her to me as if I'd like 37086|To begin to play the engine that's called "The Lily"; 37086|And when I'm good it isn't why, because, 37086|Because of her a little dirty star, 37086|It's a little dirty baby, and a little dirty baby 37086|That makes ten minutes of the day. 37086|When it's bad we have to let alone; 37086|When it's worse we have to pray. 37086|It's so dark; and it's been so much the worse 37086|Since it's seen a dozen suns, 37086|And it's been so much it does and does 37086|I have nothing left to say. 37086|But I've taken my two arms away 37086|And made them as they should be, 37086|And I know that if I cried again 37086|There'd be no one at your knees to say, 37086|That could be a big boy like me. 37086|It's hard to make bad marbles, 37086|It's over there to find; 37086|And it's been so bad when they were used, 37086|And it's been so much the worse; 37086|For I think they have the finest flattrage 37086|That you'll ever see or heard, 37086|And I'm getting on the whole a trifle, 37086|And I'm getting on the third! 37086|I think that it's cruel hard for the old man to be 37086|To try to get up when he's old, 37086|And I hate he may be bad, 37086|But when he is not very good 37086|He seems to enjoy it. 37086|When the evening shadows lengthen, and stars crowd the skies, 37086|And the low sweet wind sighs, 37086|And you dream of stars and moon birds and planets that flies, 37086|It seems so good to be here, 37086|And a child ======================================== SAMPLE 792 ======================================== . 2819|L. 1. Rele.] Is enters and is probably the type of the Saint 2819|Cf. . . . . . . . 2819|T. 5. . . . . . . . . . 2819|F. . . . . . . . . 2819|T. 1. . . . . . . . . 2819|F. . . . . . . . . 2819|F. . . . . . . . 2819|The story of Orlando falls on the fact that Orlando and his 2819|father had given a piece of terrestrial terrestrial, a 2819|metaphoric mass, and, being thus enlightened, finds 2819|in Radcliffe's pages the simile of a marvellous work, which 2819|is the work of a master. Hence Orlando tells us that, 2819|though an artist, no Italian artist, and is consequently a 2819|novel to a child, yet a child in the woods, and thus the 2819|virtue which grows in your veins is muddied with some 2819|business, the which grows in the soul of a man, to ennoble 2819|a man with an atom, and which shall pass away with a 2819|living tongue in its letters. 2819|"The Rev. Dr. Adelior in Oxfordshire also wrote a hymn in 2819|the church, with a sermon preached by his daily friends and 2819|money for the sins of his wickedness, and with various 2819|testimony of playing the harp of charity on the king. It is 2819|by Dr. Adelior, and indeed not by the works of a learned 2819|divertius who reveals his bosom to the king, so that it is 2819|not possible to say anything of the truth, as it is not. The 2819|realists believe that the persons introduced here, who make 2819|their lives a fountain, and give their name to many royal 2819|fruits, would have no pleasure in anything; the men, however, 2819|are not mistaken in all judging, but are sure to be as 2819|fond of the author of an epitaph. 2819|"The Rev. John Inningbury's poem is one which is much to my 2819|friend; and it will be found in the infallible and obscure 2819|version: "The immediate application of the Catholic to stroll 2819|from Florence to no one particular time in life, but in 2819|make the reader familiar with it, and by and by letteth the 2819|author of his works, if that be not followed with the better or 2819|less eats of his daily bread." 2819|Then it was my Leader, who sat upright on a throne of the 2819|decks, that had not been taken of him. 2819|"In life's affairs, like the affairs of the times, see the 2819|house of one that is eating up her food, and in her own 2819|habit, the ancient jar. The world, so long as the 2819|been, is so full of injustice, that, without all 2819|sugar, the last spark falls. The artificer, when the 2819|elements of another world have settled, and have 2819|set the sword on his head, or ever yet his light 2819|shoots grow dim, that part of the world is black, and 2819|marries the cheerful smile. The artificer is yet to put 2819|a stop to his work, or to proceed ======================================== SAMPLE 793 ======================================== of my love! 34331|My child! I love thee from the first, 34331|I love thee better than the worst; 34331|And I shall bless thee, if I can, 34331|In the rushing after rain, 34331|When the wintry winds are off, and the wild wind leads me on, 34331|and the tempests shrive me, dear, from thee! 34331|I loved thee best of all, I love thee still! 34331|For thou wast ever dear to me, 34331|And I have ever been to thee, 34331|In the parting, the parting, and the darkness past-- 34331|and thou, at last! 34331|O heart! in thy terrible night of blood, 34331|I bleed forever with my fear, 34331|My brain is cold, my blood freezes, 34331|My brain is ice, my veins glisten, 34331|My heart beats chill as a stone, 34331|And my thoughts are all alone, sweet, 34331|Now, now! 34331|O love, I hate thee!--O love! 34331|Love in his blinding anguish, 34331|Love in his dazzling agony 34331|Be merciful! 34331|Be merciful! 34331|Then let a tear of pity float 34331|On his pale, wasted face, 34331|And the last rose of comfort droop 34331|In the twilight of his place. 34331|O God! in his awful loneliness 34331|Let me go forth to pray, 34331|O soul! let me pass on my way 34331|And look upon the face, sweet, 34331|Ere it wanes in the night of death, 34331|And be not afraid, O soul! 34331|O God! I cannot pray; 34331|The life I live is a snare, 34331|A rack, a thong, a winding-sheet, 34331|And a barrier overfare 34331|With its immensity. 34331|And yet I may not kneel: 34331|O God! I cannot pray; 34331|A silence is God in the deep, 34331|And silence is the way. 34331|A silence is God in the deep, 34331|And silence is the goal 34331|Where you may rest until, far-seen amid the stars, 34331|You go alone in an infinity of silence. 34331|O God, I must arise and go 34331|Where the great skies lift to the floor of speech, 34331|And the light moving waters of God's deep 34331|And the deep silence of the sea. 34331|The stars are dead across the night, 34331|But the sea's breath is at the height; 34331|I cannot reach and I can hear, 34331|The wind and the stars are all asleep, and the sea 34331|mocks me. 34331|You were so little, you were so great, 34331|For in passing you were so small. 34331|You were so little. You were so strong, 34331|So strong and very, I can hear; 34331|And when the last dark comes to the land 34331|I shall strike you on the right hand, 34331|And strike you on the left hand. 34331|There stood a little house before my bed, 34331|And from it something I could not see; 34331|I did not greatly, for I was tired; 34331|It seemed so fit for me to be blind, 34331|To be blind with you. 34331|I walked out there, and had a talk with God; 34331|I seemed so content; I knew the light; 34331|The holy water sounded strangely mild; 34331|God's light was far more beautiful than this; 34331|'Tis almost forty, and the room is bare. 34331|My house is bare, and I can wait the dark; 34331|My heart beats strangely, and I cannot see; 34331|My heart beats strangely. She lies there so still, 34331|With white-lipped candle, in the shadow. He 34331|Hangs motionless--her death-cry is her life. 34331|With her death-cry she has taken my heart. 34331|There, like a silver flame, I saw her die 34331|In feverish pain; she ======================================== SAMPLE 794 ======================================== ] 24815|But what, dear boy? 24815|A man, if one of you 24815|Were ordained to be a dunce. 24815|To be undone by force? to be undone by death? 24815|The man that has a grudge upon his fellow's life 24815|Is not the thing to which the world is now inclined; 24815|As if you had a care behind the world to go, 24815|You've nothing; and a hatred. 24815|That's the respect 24815|That you can give to me, and that 24815|To any other than to any one 24815|And every earthly circumstance of God. 24815|There is no other Power which he survives; 24815|To be a prodigal of him is to take 24815|The reverence given you by Him to me. 24815|Who has gone the way of it is the way of it, 24815|And where it should be only for the rest to die 24815|He has to make the world to be a wilderness; 24815|The world would be a wilderness if he 24815|Had been content to know and do the like. 24815|No matter, so it is; he should intend 24815|To look at beauty, being lovely, fair, 24815|And then, if he find beauty there, he say 24815|"I'm a man though I am," to him all his love of beauty, 24815|"I'm a man though I am," to him all his love of proper duty. 24815|This is the only way to make him right; 24815|His work is better now that he has failed, 24815|Yet, when his place was called upon for men to strive 24815|He found its ultimate hope, and dared to say it again, 24815|Before his life and its duties were the best of the rest, 24815|He spoke, he made reply, I cannot doubt, 24815|That he saw best in what he saw the way. 24815|I see the end and the joy that must be, 24815|I see the end and the triumph that was nigh; 24815|But I see the end and the anguish that was mine; 24815|The struggle that must be the triumph is mine. 24815|And I see the tears that are left in my path, 24815|Away, away, by every wind that blows; 24815|And I seek, in every wind, a secret place, 24815|I seek the throne of God, instead of the world to face, 24815|I know the end and the anguish of the troubled way, 24815|I see the end and the anguish of the fight, 24815|I see the end and the anguish of the fight. 24815|Is it so much against our will? 24815|Is it such little things as these that fill 24815|Our hearts and hands with dreams of this we do not know, 24815|But we that live and we that fight 24815|All this long war of words and swords? 24815|Can I not tell a thousand years 24815|What we have marched for, of whatever name? 24815|I cannot know, I cannot tell, 24815|But this I know, if it be truth, 24815|If I am wrong of God or man or man, 24815|I have no doubt that I am right. 24815|What with a will I have to do 24815|Yours is the victory, yours the sweat, 24815|Mine is the bitter, conqueror's joy. 24815|Oh, take me, Lord, if you would have me go, 24815|I cannot say that I am good. 24815|You do not know if I am good, 24815|I feel the way, I look at you. 24815|This is the lesson I have given: 24815|To live, not to enjoy myself. 24815|That is the greatest height to climb, 24815|Yet never, never can it be. 24815|It matters not what goal you seek, 24815|You are a king without a crown; 24815|Yet shall your soul be free from pride, 24815|And you can give, and you will have. 24815|You are a scholar without learning, 24815|Yet you are ever wise and wise; 24815|And you have seen from first to last, 24815|In what has been, what will remain ======================================== SAMPLE 795 ======================================== , who is ever of great fame 1002|More than the others, and I give it him, 1002|And it is well he should have said unto me, 1002|Without more entreaty, 'Ye who live, 1002|For here is ended my long asking." 1002|Thus did one speak, and we walked onward, 1002|And I still waited, as he first came forward, 1002|Till he should step aside from us; and saw me 1002|By another, on the ground, afflicted 1002|And down from heart down, and great need to put 1002|My finger to his hair. "Whoe'er thou art, 1002|Sad spirit! thus revers'd, and comforted, 1002|May it please thee," then he said, "to raise thee 1002|From what thou long for; yet, being dead, 1002|It hinders me to weep, and I rejoice not 1002|When I again move hence: but now, on foot, 1002|If thou direct me, I shall be thy guide, 1002|This warning thou." When said the spirit he 1002|"I am the one who at this hour foretold 1002|The other, he who with great desire 1002|From the good wholesome garden aid'd my father, 1002|'Tis he, who should direct me, and enjoin me 1002|To follow him, when in my earliest years. 1002|So many ghosts I sent from his dark regions, 1002|To be affect for healing in my time; 1002|And so much longer, that the cause was not 1002|Exactly, than the finger which was wont. 1002|He then, who never sated was before, 1002|Enter'd my bosom, and drew forth the wounds, 1002|Stanch'd them, and made them single, in the place 1002|Wherein I left him. But, sweet spirit! say, 1002|What rests with thee?' I made bold to ask, 1002|And he desisted: 'Bati natureum 1002|Cease to illume the world, for which I died, 1002|And from the forehead of my carnal pride 1002|And from thy pride tears and disdain have set. 1002|I would it pleas'd were so to have stirr'd; 1002|I would it pleas'd itself, if I were still 1002|Prevailing in my grief and in my shame, 1002|To have stirr'd in my fury the fierce fire 1002|That on my front revolving, had as yet 1002|Already with my country been up-risen." 1002|The goodly spirit, lightly as he spake, 1002|Adwelcom'd me; and prints of thorns he wrung, 1002|And woe, and torment, and sharp-raging pang. 1002|Then, towards the solitary place, where loud 1002|The wind was as a voice, he led me thither, 1002|And, towards the desarthest, yellow all 1002|The forest, black and dark, with boughs o'erspread, 1002|Pass'd, and with strides that spurs us on behind. 1002|Not distant far a forest was, o'er which 1002|The twilight brown on all the beauteous things, 1002|In time past, with their shadows and thick stems, 1002|That seldom fail'd a covert, in the place 1002|Were covert dim and paly of the beasts. 1002|Wonder not, if yourself beheld, but fear 1002|Qui judicatis terram, which I saw 1002|Close-woven, and the smoke as on a field 1002|In winter churlish, so that from afar 1002|I spy'd the trembling of the forest beasts. 1002|I therefore left the spirits heavy-mantled, 1002|Who to their steps had turn'd, but little on 1002|My pathway passed, when I did clearly note 1002|An ample space, and I beheld it made 1002|With a wide cave, high wall'd around with wall'd 1002|Of many perils. "Lady! let us stir 1002|Again our way," the spirit said, "and rest 1002|Assur'd, that to a valley we may mount." ======================================== SAMPLE 796 ======================================== ; to the great. The small circle purifies, the joyous 26275|sparkle is so full of pleasure that, if your son were but to 26275|"Nay," replied the host, "we have doubtless seen 26275|Young Frederick's son come home; he has been sent 26275|With great intent; the father has been sent 26275|To do what he could never expect. 26275|"He has not heard of your son's father's first. 26275|I have not heard his parting word. I will 26275|Leave him at my own home; he will be hence." 26275|The host then entered and stood still, and found 26275|The father watching him on every side. 26275|"Where canst thou be? then softly, lest we grieve 26275|Too full, or know the spirit. O my Prince, 26275|Thou art become indeed an Indian here. 26275|I'll tell thee where my purpose has been tending 26275|That thou this night mayst come to undertake 26275|A task so fatal unto all mankind. 26275|"Whereof to ask permission once again 26275|Is the appointed journey to this town; 26275|To-morrow noon, to-morrow I may see 26275|My native land. My father is no more. 26275|My father now is driven from the court, 26275|My mother hath deserted me to-day. 26275|There is no hope of mending or of gaining 26275|To make her home, or bring her wealth. Alas! 26275|He knows what wants she, nor will leave her treasures 26275|To her unkingdomed children. If he waits 26275|Among my daughters, I know nothing more. 26275|"If by the road I step aside, I say 26275|They want no happiness but only gabs, 26275|And that my family is safe from fortune. 26275|But I will tell thee, for thy term is brief, 26275|How we may spend it; if aught comes, thou wilt 26275|Cast the new load along the walls of Rome. 26275|The town was thither chosen, the king sent 26275|A maid by marriage to his foreign home. 26275|"Nay, and no other cares for my detain 26275|Than that she might not be by marriage wed; 26275|And she for husband did not more than this. 26275|The duke to-morrow, in the city's strength, 26275|Will seek a festal banquet in the town, 26275|Where there are houses to receive their guest." 26275|Nay, did not Nysa weep and say "Good day." 26275|She wept and said, "Yes, Nysa! let us go 26275|To Rome with festal ditties in our tents. 26275|I will make thee my son, and my daughter mine." 26275|With her the princess went forth from the town. 26275|She went, but found no rest until the day. 26275|Nest came the moment after, when she found 26275|The king with festal viands pressed to her. 26275|"Nay, Nysa," said she, "the first day thou 26275|Hast joined the palace-dames and left me here, 26275|That thou wilt bless me for my husband's sake. 26275|Now hast thou lost me, my beloved, since 26275|I fled the men-at-arms; farewell, happy heart. 26275|Thou art unchanged." And, smiling, forth into the street 26275|She goes, with modest eyes and modest grace, 26275|The while the king sat jesting with admiring 26275|Upon the festal garments; and there stood 26275|Before him his own daughter. 'Twas her hand 26275|Made all too many rubies, for she knew 26275|By that sweet odor, of which love makes perfumed 26275|Her lips, and lends them unto him again. 26275|Then she began to supplicate the rest. 26275|"Nec tuetius Dei," breathed in accents low 26275|"I am not dead; my life and fame are not 26275|Given up to one who dies among ye." 26275|"I am, indeed, O daughter! I am come 26275|To be ======================================== SAMPLE 797 ======================================== the moon with a silver net, 1612|And the stars looked down from their heaven's bars, 1612|And the sky smiled forth from its azure floor, 1612|With a glad surprise, 1612|And a cloud-flecked outline of silver bars; 1612|And the moon seemed Love, and all the stars, 1612|With a star-flecked breast and a star-sparkled eye, 1612|That laughed and sang through a warm cloud-bar. 1612|And the stars smiled down from their heaven's bars; 1612|And the stars leaned down with a glad surprise, 1612|And the moon looked down on her golden skies, 1612|With the cloud-flecked sky, 1612|And the stars smiled down from their heaven's bars; 1612|With the cloud-flecked sky, 1612|And the moon that hovered above the stars. 1612|And the stars smiled down from their heaven's bars; 1612|And the stars gave back from their heaven's bars 1612|Their souls to the love that was ours and Mars; 1612|With the cloud-flecked sky, 1612|And the moon that hovered above the stars. 1612|And the stars came out from their heaven's bars; 1612|And the stars gave back to the sun their stars, 1612|With the song of the sky in the hearts of Mars. 1612|O heart of mine, be meek and true, 1612|Confiding in thy daily work, 1612|Be thou at last a favored flower, 1612|A lovelier flower than ever yet 1612|Shall deck the memory of me. 1612|And when I pass from earth away, 1612|If so, then, soul of me shall sing, 1612|From earth in heaven the angels spring, 1612|And with immortal songs extol 1612|The glory of the garden sod. 1612|So shall my voice be heard in heaven 1612|When the world's breath is out of my mouth, 1612|And men call me "the incarnate God," 1612|And my soul call me Liberty. 1612|O heart, keep back the words I love you, 1612|And let me live upon the shore, 1612|And let me hear the birds above you 1612|And the skies that overbrow your door. 1612|God in his pity set my body 1612|Where they are waiting to be fed, 1612|And I shall go with them and save them 1612|Through the hunger and the woe I've tried, 1612|And through the sorrow of the world, 1612|The call that comes from my control, 1612|The call that calls from those who perish, 1612|And from the broken hearts that sigh, 1612|And from the sorrowing and the weeping 1612|That fall in twain that none may see; 1612|And let me know what I have done, 1612|If I have strength to stand and bravely 1612|Prove worthy of a royal lady, 1612|And let her love me as a brave knight, 1612|And keep my lady in my keeping 1612|Till I shall have won the crown to give 1612|To make her choose meed of her bestowing 1612|A woman's right where'er she would 1612|Have helped me, or if weaker made. 1612|If her love moves her, it shall stir her 1612|Till that poor thing become a queen, 1612|And then she'll think her roses kinder 1612|To match her weeds and crowns of green. 1612|O heart, be patient and strong! 1612|Give what is left to the strong; 1612|Give what is lost when the years are waiting 1612|To crown the last and the crown of grace; 1612|Give what is lost and reckon with bestowing; 1612|And give, and take, and go your race. 1612|The life of all things is worth having; 1612|It has been so with mine since then 1612|But a little play, a little dreaming, 1612|An idle jaunt, a short adieu, 1612|And I am old! O head, I cannot 1612|Give my lips to any man's tongue 1612|That can say to me things that tickle ======================================== SAMPLE 798 ======================================== ? 26861|I heard a bird upon the roof 26861|Talk of the spring: 26861|_The first spring has not yet been come in spring_.--[MS.] 26861|I walk'd the deck and she was gone; 26861|There sat the bride-- 26861|And look'd into her bodice grey. 26861|"Oh, had I then been born," she said, 26861|"There only were some stars in heaven 26861|To fix my wedding night's delight. 26861|I was so happy in my sight, 26861|So happy while my love was new, 26861|And then the bridegroom said, 26861|"Come, kiss me, kiss me, 26861|I know that you are old. 26861|"You were a fisher old," he said: 26861|"Old fisher, say, 26861|Can the wind wreck the little child 26861|Whose lot it was to drown?" 26861|"I will, I will," 26861|He cried, and shook his little hand 26861|And said, "I will," 26861|And said, "I will!" 26861|I met a ship at break of day 26861|Upon the shore; 26861|Its sails are silver in the sun, 26861|Its masts are gold; 26861|There's not a ship a-sailing worth 26861|That sails so cold. 26861|I met a bride upon the shore 26861|Along the sands; 26861|The clouds dropp'd down like gravel floor, 26861|The sun look'd kind, 26861|And the waves fell at her golden feet, 26861|As she went past. 26861|I met a ship upon the wave, 26861|Upon the shore; 26861|The clouds roll'd round, the ship was gone, 26861|And I was poor-- 26861|I had another bride to wear, 26861|And I was poor-- 26861|There was one bride to bear to be, 26861|And I was poor-- 26861|I had another in my ship, 26861|And now was poor-- 26861|There was one bride to be my bride, 26861|And I was poor-- 26861|There was one bride to do my part, 26861|And I was poor-- 26861|Now I am old, and I am old, 26861|And I was poor; 26861|I had another in my ship 26861|And now I am poor-- 26861|The last time I met God at the door 26861|We were smitten; 26861|I had another on my raft, 26861|And now I am old-- 26861|I had another on my raft, 26861|And now I am poor-- 26861|Once I was a woman in the north-- 26861|Now I am old. 26861|I had a little ship, as I remember, 26861|And I ran a few miles on its back; 26861|But I thought it must have been changed very lately, 26861|For I knew that my port was better Jack. 26861|And I thought I knew all the sails on before, 26861|And I thought I knew all the ropes in my hand, 26861|But I thought I knew all the ropes in my hand, 26861|And the masts and the yards were all gone to eclipse, 26861|And I thought that the ropes wore no mark on the lips. 26861|And I walked on the deck as a child does its mother, 26861|And I thought I knew all the ropes in my hand; 26861|But I thought I knew all the ropes in my hand, 26861|And I thought I had wandered too far in the south; 26861|But I found the ropes wear no mark on the lips; 26861|So I made a cross of the ropes and went up the coast, 26861|And I went to sea on the island of my desire. 26861|And I lived on the rock with the rock at my breast ======================================== SAMPLE 799 ======================================== from that day, that was far beyond our hopes. 38520|'Tis not this palace--let my thoughts explore, 38520|The solitude of every tree and flower, 38520|The lake or wilderness; the mountain's voice is not, 38520|The winds make music in the whispering trees; 38520|'Tis what I love: 'tis not all joy, or glee, 38520|Sorrow or rapture can bring down or kill. 38520|All these are with me, as I ranged the bower, 38520|All was as God with me, and loved in vain: 38520|The wind is hushed and low the wild-flowers sate, 38520|The sun sinks, and the moonlight steals again. 38520|'Tis not the summer moon, a sapphire dome, 38520|In all the skies a stillness of calm power, 38520|Hanging above the window-pane at even 38520|On the dark houses of the heartless tower, 38520|Catching faint glimpses of a sky more fair 38520|Than the sky's smile when the sun draws to heaven. 38520|Hark! as the sleeper utters stories old, 38520|That in the night his spirit holds at bay, 38520|And knows that he shall live till time untold 38520|In the dark places where his soul had gone, 38520|So I behold before me visions new, 38520|Which vanished long and fled for evermore, 38520|Far from the sphere that gave it life and light, 38520|And dream of thee, a-listening to the tale 38520|As with the sun its shadowy veil of gray. 38520|What is life?--a robin on the tree, 38520|Glad with the sunshine and the dew, 38520|Seeing the summer in his face, 38520|Saw the days pass over, as they flew, 38520|And in the shadow of the porch that stood 38520|God dreaming sat with me! 38520|Sunbeams from the vesper sky, 38520|Steeped in a glory all around, 38520|Seen and felt the shadows fly, 38520|And the bright swallows drift the ground, 38520|While the great robins come and cry, 38520|And the green fields come out to see, 38520|And everything on every side 38520|With the sun in its resting-place. 38520|All day the sunbeams, as they run, 38520|Hemmed with the splendour of the sun; 38520|The shadows of the earth and air, 38520|The gleams and glories of the sun 38520|Were one with the calm shadows there, 38520|And two with the bright world's heart in one; 38520|When the days slipped by with no more heed, 38520|And the shadows wandered faster and faster, 38520|Where the suns and shadows were lead 38520|To a hidden heaven of grey earth's shade; 38520|And I was weary and sad of heart, 38520|For I stood in the gate and saw it hover, 38520|And I heard the rain and the wind sigh 38520|Over the apple-tree and cherry---- 38520|And I saw the sun drop down the sky 38520|To the sea and the water to the shore, 38520|As the sunbeams fell in a mist of gold 38520|Over the apple-tree and cherry.... 38520|When the sun was falling, as I lay, 38520|Thinking of thee, then, as I sigh 38520|Like a prayer in the winds was and no more-- 38520|O'er the windless sea a wave-rock sail 38520|Over an unknown sky; 38520|And the clouds were bending, and the deep 38520|Was listening for the word I said, 38520|And the birds were saying as it sped 38520|To me in my sleep. 38520|I woke; I wept; the air was still; 38520|Far off I heard the bell from its gate. 38520|I saw the stars drop down the sky; 38520|And the wind was bringing rain to-night; 38520|The dark was gathering, and the still 38520|Was lighted from the north. 38520|And from the south the chimes were heard 38520|Lapping of ======================================== SAMPLE 800 ======================================== ." 17393|This was the first day in October, and in May 17393|Walked back to home. 17393|My feet chanced to kick their prows and kick. 17393|But still the sky was clear. 17393|The woods were full of pretty girls at night 17393|With their black wool in sacks and undertones 17393|And undertones of pretty girls in white 17393|I was up-in the woods 17393|And I saw, above the chimney, 17393|The Fairy Dance of the Queen. 17393|I was a fairy, 17393|I was a fairy 17393|And laughed with me as I rode 17393|Through forest land in April, 17393|The early April dew 17393|Dippled in the grasses 17393|And the sleepy little star 17393|Was dancing to its dancing 17393|From far out in the heavens 17393|To me in the land of woods 17393|To me in a fairy land 17393|Of the cherry trees 17393|And the sweet, refreshing streams 17393|And the smell of the grass 17393|And the voice of the rivulet 17393|Echoing in the garden 17393|_I love the garden still_ 17393|_And now at the end of my journey 17393|I do recall some of the many paths 17393|Through hawthorn on the river, 17393|Through cedar, and throphyres, 17393|Through sweet and bitter-tasseled boughs 17393|Of my good-fellow laurel. 17393|I only know, in a winter night 17393|A fairy came to shore, with shining face, 17393|And a glory like the morning in his eyes 17393|Which is the rose, of course, not a light thing: 17393|She went away with me, the sun was gone, 17393|The night was dark. The moths had fled afar, 17393|The elfin cries from the green-wood shrill 17393|Were heard in the wood that the elfin shouts 17393|Will ring in Rome. 17393|Ah, the weary hush of the summer night 17393|That was so sweet on Campaspe, and the wind 17393|That blew those fairy clocks 17393|As I rode in the field 17393|To the fair-faced April-laden skies 17393|And the open portals of Paradise; 17393|And the moon and the stars and the poplars shook, 17393|And a silver lilt of the wind awoke 17393|On the lonely hills. 17393|"Mother," I cried, 17393|"What is your cry?" 17393|Said Mary, standing at my side: 17393|"Mary, mother, look and search the woods, 17393|And look,--how long in fogs and sand 17393|I have walked." 17393|And while she searched for my replies, 17393|I searched the woods, and searched the sky, 17393|And all the gorgeous stars, that glowed 17393|With crimson light,-- 17393|And all the gorgeous moon 17393|That shone in the deep woodland brown, 17393|With flame and silver and with song 17393|And with its sparkling shadowings, 17393|And with its purple shadowings 17393|Of flame and silver, the enchanted throng 17393|That sang "Aeolian." 17393|But never a singer's song 17393|Had such a passion-stricken note; 17393|Not ever a wandering thrush, 17393|On honeysuckle or clover, 17393|Had such a passion-stricken note; 17393|But only the solemn night 17393|That sang "Aneolian." 17393|What makes me wake to weep?... I wake and weep, 17393|Aeolian maid, with lips parted for love! 17393|To think that I may never love again! 17393|My soul is like a forest where the winds 17393|Chase it away like withered leaves away. 17393|It is a haunted place where sighs and sobbing 17393|Wid loveliness, and silence, and the pain. 17393|It is a haunted place--the haunted eyes 17393|Of all the dreams of youth,--a haunted place, 17393| ======================================== SAMPLE 801 ======================================== and my love with me. 39198|Wi’ that little shoe on my finger, 39198|Which that little shoe rocked me. 39198|Wi’ its little shoe, both soft and sweet, 39198|It rocked the cradle like a child, 39198|And rocked the cradle, rocked the feet, 39198|And dribble down the cradle. 39198|The little white hands it took so white, 39198|And rocked the clothes down soiled and white. 39198|The little white hands till it wun’d, 39198|And withered and soil’d up the wand. 39198|The little white hands soiled it, soiled and soiled and torn, 39198|And the little white feet they shaded all the world. 39198|I am the daughter of a mighty king; 39198|Long reign’d the sceptre o’er his mighty realm; 39198|Long reign’d the sceptre o’er his mighty realm; 39198|Long reign’d the sceptre o’er our mighty realm. 39198|I am the Queen of ten thousand crowns; 39198|Long reign’d the sceptre o’er our mighty realm. 39198|’Midst the nobles of the land I came, 39198|And many a royal hand I found. 39198|’Midst the nobles of the land I came, 39198|And many a royal hand I found. 39198|’Midst the nobles of the land I came, 39198|And many a royal hand I found. 39198|I am the Queen of ten thousand crowns; 39198|Long reign’d the sceptre o’er our grand realms. 39198|’Midst the nobles of the land I came, 39198|And many a royal hand I found. 39198|“Fear not, fear not, King Gilmen bold! 39198|King Gilmen’s sword must touch the land.” 39198|“On the sands I build a numerous town, 39198|And many a wealthy realm I hold.” 39198|“O welcome, welcome, royal prince! 39198|Welcome to thy royal house!” 39198|“O welcome to thy noble house!” 39198|“O welcome to thy house!” 39198|“Ho, ho! every soldier’s life, 39198|And every baron’s prisoner’s wife!” 39198|They come in the evening to bury the kings and queen. 39198|High over the hill was the sound of the march of the host of death. 39198|But the king of the king to his people said, “Lo! I stand 39198|Before my judges, before their judges, and plead the right hand” 39198|But the chief of the Danes to his people said, “Lo! I stand!” 39198|For they took the body of King Etzel to the court of his wife. 39198|Then the prince of Rhineland his men gave to the princes their hand, 39198|That the king of the Danes should not be to the leech’s hand. 39198|Hewn’s LOVE (KLEAR). 39198|They took the body of king Etzel to the court of the Danes. 39198|In the courtyard they found the king there, they clothed him in rich 39198|But the king of Rhineland not a whit smiled. 39198|“What is that,” said he, “that I bring you to court?” 39198|“You’ll take not the life and riches of kings into the world.” 39198|Meanwhile from afar was the king put on the bold minstrel proud, 39198|And he was to the Danes where he reigns in exalted throng 39198|To receive the royal brethren. 39198|“What!” said the king, “if ye be of friends?” 39198|“That would I have ye, but stay with me.” 39198|“Sire, what I crave, I’ll have I will let us have.” 39198|“That will I do,” said the king. 39198|“That will I grant,” said the queen. 39 ======================================== SAMPLE 802 ======================================== |As if a woman held the helm again, 30690|A manly look and voice were in his air, 30690|Mellow and mixed in the debate. 30690|If there was none for him to cry and call 30690|Because the house stood silent, voiceless still, 30690|It had looked forth on the valley of the past 30690|To clear the path-way by the broken wall; 30690|The street of bronze, the yard by hill. 30690|If there was none to smile and stand appalled 30690|On the new birth of the unknown life around, 30690|Though he was born, and nurtured, and so prized 30690|For beauty, wealth, and power, it would be crowned; 30690|The glory of the unrifled past 30690|Would take its turn and never know defeat; 30690|But when, at last, the years of loneliness 30690|Had touched the future for a moment's stress 30690|The soul might find a voice within the room 30690|To answer to that Voice which said, "I come." 30690|There is no music in the summer night 30690|When the young summer leaves begin to fall, 30690|And the low wind comes heralding each tree 30690|That has been taken from the frozen height; 30690|No song of birds, or insect's jocund tune, 30690|But is its own peculiar melody 30690|Where the sweet hours lie like a golden bowl, 30690|And when it bursts its brimstone flood is all 30690|The plain and simple to the eye with wealth, 30690|And when the soul is richer than the flower, 30690|Yet is it wealthy in its vastest power. 30690|When the rain beats upon the window-pane 30690|And beats the floor, and all the world seems bright, 30690|And in the dusk the rain falls hard again, 30690|And all the world seems robbed of its delight, 30690|The rain-shower and the shower-of-snow 30690|Gleam in the windows of that silent room. 30690|And now what hope is left to us, the rain, 30690|Or what chance or miracle of life? 30690|The little child that seems to me 30690|Is telling stories to my wife: 30690|She's always telling, and she's always telling 30690|The things I never heard or saw. 30690|The little child that seems to me 30690|Is telling things to me. 30690|The little child that seems to me 30690|Is telling stories to my wife: 30690|The smiles that we have used to give 30690|Are tears and smiles, the long, long days, 30690|The laughter and the tears we live 30690|Out on the days when she was glad 30690|And her first, loving heart was sad. 30690|But now what hope is left to us, 30690|And who are growing old? 30690|The little child that seems to me 30690|Is telling stories to my wife: 30690|The sun shines on its window-pane 30690|And all the world's forgot of strife. 30690|Two old women were working at the loom, 30690|And they combed their hair, and they had tea to Rome; 30690|One was Dolly, the other Jack, 30690|And one was Peter Damian. 30690|We lived in the old house, 30690|And all the old houses had vanished from view, 30690|And I am left in old England again, 30690|And I am going back to Dory. 30690|There is something in the autumn, 30690|That the leaves are getting grey, 30690|But another mate seems 30690|To linger and turn away. 30690|The old walls have become gray, 30690|And the moss on the ground is brittle and grey. 30690|The old stones, like giants' bones, 30690|Stand so firm and still, 30690|That, if once they have broken, 30690|They have seen but little work, and lost. 30690|There is something going on over the earth 30690|That has seldom or often been heard of. 30690|The old walls have been broken, 30690|And the moss is left alone, 30690|For those guard the old brook 30690|That ======================================== SAMPLE 803 ======================================== |For which in vain he sigh'd.-- 38475|"Thou, whom the world's a stage for play, 38475|Haste not thy journey, but hast reveal'd. 38475|See, where thy father knits the throne, 38475|To buy his children is thy doom. 38475|If, free from every pang of grief, 38475|His country's cause he conquers, 38475|Let him not long the country mourn, 38475|And go not, weeping, to the tomb!" 38475|"And if thy generous soul deplore 38475|Should perish in a distant sea, 38475|Then will the land no more complain 38475|That thou was born to break a tyrant's chain, 38475|Nor leave to rob the people of their rights, 38475|Nor leave their rights to God alone, 38475|Nor leave to Him, that made them, 38475|Be left to Him, that reigns on high 38475|Through this vast sea, the lightning's harmless joy, 38475|And leaves a happy home in dust and gore." 38475|"O, yet, ere long, a milder hour will come, 38475|Ere yet the grave, for aeons, shall be seen 38475|(The last of time's dark weeds I plant upon), 38475|And all my life's unyielding flower be mine, 38475|Nor other home than this, I hope to see, 38475|With her, the pride of England's fame expell'd, 38475|The virtuous woman woman of the world, 38475|And all my labours, and my early vows, 38475|(Those tears I shed, that I might pay you) o'er allay 38475|Your miseries that we live, and more than they. 38475|The generous woman too;-- 38475|Since no soft Briton, flattery can move, 38475|Or, like a tutelar, win the heart, 38475|Who, not content to change his king, can mend 38475|His friend's accounts, who, scandalously brave, 38475|Pay the rent beggar for the pot he gave: 38475|But since we ne'er shall see the world return, 38475|Nor see them, what we may not always burn; 38475|And that immortal flame, now safely freed, 38475|Which was not once unkindly burnt within, 38475|Is quench'd in these, that, now to have recourse 38475|To my great projects prompts my anxious muse. 38475|The man whom honest men now scorn to cheat, 38475|Has never liv'd through all his ninety years 38475|To what he was, or e'er he was a let; 38475|Has never once begun a bloody joke; 38475|But that he's worth a thousand pounds a year-- 38475|Holds by these rights, with some long strove his cause, 38475|And with a club of lucre, not his own, 38475|To pull his out, to poison half his friends. 38475|His friends! my friends! I'd give them half my care-- 38475|If so--he lives by what I think not, me. 38475|How much unlike the man of my own age, 38475|That takes a candle first, and then a candle; 38475|Who with a grin, as if his neighbour stood stock; 38475|Expose himself, (no matter what or whom) 38475|From his own age to venerable birth: 38475|Expose himself, of whom at any hour, 38475|No matter what or where he is, he lives; 38475|Who, with a grin, as if he were a joke, 38475|Fancy the fire, and think his own looks strange-- 38475|Himself himself, is always best forgot. 38475|When his old friend comes to his aid he says-- 38475|"To my kind fortune this is not my plan; 38475|Since I was born, a gentleman's estate 38475|Was snatch'd, and robb'd, and carried hither, man; 38475|Nor yet without a loss of pence, to fall, 38475|Frozen together in my friend's arms, 38475|And for long weeks his mind was once set free, 38475|From all but those that should esteem himself; 38475|He, by his wife, ======================================== SAMPLE 804 ======================================== upon thee and thine. 8187|Oh! let me weep in wild dismay, 8187|That we will sleep and revel here-- 8187|Let me feel that they are not in vain, 8187|For Heaven has taught them how to die. 8187|And oh! thou wond'rous Providence, 8187|Which grants the bliss a thousandfold, 8187|To each and to each other given, 8187|Oh! grant us, O thou merciful, 8187|Some consolation sweet to be 8187|For the long hours of agony, 8187|And the long hours of hopeless pain, 8187|How sweet to be once furl'd away, 8187|And to feel, too, the iron hand 8187|And iron will be willing to 8187|Throw all its iron power away. 8187| The words are to be found in the 1786 edition. 8187|Oh! let me weep in wild dismay, 8187|That we will sleep and revel here-- 8187|That we will conquer all the world, 8187|And we will triumph in despair. 8187|'Tis not in self-restraint to say 8187|That we must weep, that we must moan, 8187|When we can ne'er be calm to-day, 8187|Till we can ne'er forget--or on 8187|Th' eternal path of suffering, 8187|And then content to wish for peace, 8187|A long and weary pilgrimage. 8187|O let me weep in wild dismay, 8187|That we will sleep and revel here-- 8187|That we will conquer all the world 8187|And have no comfort otherwhere. 8187|When he came along by the gate, with the roses about the brow, 8187|The sun in the sky was shining bright as the rose was blowing low, 8187|The rose and the violet mingled together, like breath of life and 8187|It was not the flower he wished for, the smiling he chose to wear, 8187|It was not the flower he wished for, the kindly he loved to hear-- 8187|The ringlets and plumes of purple and gold, 8187|and the light of the sun in his eyes, 8187|But oh! 'twas a cold and sorrowful moment--he only knew 8187|What he believed in, when friends were few. 8187|"One time," said little Mary, "I heard him--I heard him--I'm sure 8187|The summer sun was on the ocean tossed by the ocean wave, 8187|By the blue and fleecy heavens that hang o'er yon roof in the vale, 8187|When he came along by the gate, with the winds at either leg-- 8187|"One time," said Mary, "another--I heard him--I'm sure he was 8187|sunlight; 8187|No need for him now or under that woollen shroud so stark-- 8187|But his face is now in heaven, and he loves me still." 8187|Oh! had you heard of the cuckoo, dove, boy, and cuckoo, dove, 8187|The song of the red-bird bird-- 8187|of the song of the wren and her love 8187|"Oh! could ye hear once more that fairy voice, (might he hear 8187|The song of the red-bird bird? 8187|the bird and the nightingale as they still sing the love-song) 8187|Oh! then, dear sweetheart, then-- 8187|Oh! then--when the light of that song had died 8187|His minstrel was out of reach-- 8187|and he rested on my arm-- 8187|and I was happy-- 8187|I know that I must love him--tho' he is my love lover-- 8187|Yet think not, dove--that I shall love him still, 8187|Oh! think not I love him--that I love him still, 8187|But--_that_ I know, dear, that I love him still, 8187|Oh! think not I love him--that I love him still, 8187|But--'twas all very wrong he should have done-- 8187|He had loved pretty well, dear Cuckoo, dear Cuckoo and I. 8187|When the last dull day had closed, and the shadows hung 8187| ======================================== SAMPLE 805 ======================================== ; 1279|Sae may a lassie, 1279|Sae may a lassie 1279|And the mither, 1279|Sae may a lassie 1279|Fareweel! 1279|My heart! my heart! it shall be still as you have been: 1279|But let it throb with the beat of the pibroch gane, 1279|I never forgo till you hear all my love was born; 1279|And it shall be dead, and my bonnie sweet babie died. 1279|The old cock'd hat and the new wuk seen, 1279|The cowl he fondly greaves, 1279|My last good-night, and the first spring morning, 1279|My darling little Gene. 1279|O saw ye my sweet wee Peggie, 1279|O saw ye my sweet wee Peggie? 1279|She is not as white as the faving sea, 1279|Nor red as the mountain-e'e'e; 1279|She walks the earth in her beauty, 1279|In clearest beams her beauty, 1279|In clearest love, her bosom, 1279|In clearest agony. 1279|The Ouse gay dances to her will, 1279|And sings the daring O; 1279|The Linnet high in the air-high top 1279|Perched erect on his O; 1279|The bees hum a sweet, low song, 1279|The Ouse flows into flowers, 1279|To woo the sweet, and sweet to woo; 1279|O then I see, in this happy time, 1279|The bridegroom fair and free. 1279|The Linnet high in the air-high top 1279|Perches sad, and the bees hum a 1279|Far lovelier, sweeter, so; 1279|And the linnet stays in the cypress bowers, 1279|And sings the lover's sweetest lay, 1279|Till the rosy bed of the early rose 1279|Rosy is over the land, 1279|Like a flower-besprinkled lake. 1279|The Ouse this croaking address gave, 1279|And thus, with his musical bill, 1279|He pipes the strain; 1279|The Ouse this croaking address. 1279|The Ouse this croaking address. 1279|Come, maid, by my golden hair, 1279|And mark my locks of snow; 1279|How bright, how fair, the goddess there 1279|In all her beauty glows: 1279|'Tis Jove, 'tis Jove that reigns in heaven, 1279|He lives, he light, and she; 1279|She waves the tresses of the waves, 1279|And o'er her shoulders spreads the light 1279|Of her own sibysy. 1279|In all the northern region 1279|The laurels blow; 1279|And so the goddess thither 1279|O'er flowers and snow. 1279|The Ouse this croaking address, 1279|O'er all the flowery heather, 1279|Blows high, and darts along the air, 1279|The lightning's flash, and colour drear, 1279|Where'er she bends her down. 1279|The Ouse this croaking address. 1279|When all the birds on branches lute, 1279|With their autumnal hymns, 1279|Singing in the light of spring, 1279|And gladness of their notes; 1279|When ev'ry feather's filled with dew, 1279|All their music wanton-weel, 1279|The Ouse this croaking address. 1279|O, tell me, by thy sacred spring, 1279|What name shall I spell for to sing? 1279|Thou'rt like the smiling summer-flower, 1279|That lives but to enchant the hour; 1279|And, like the bee, thou'st steep thy course 1279|In gushing hoards of liquid force; 1279|Thine is the genial witchery 1279|Of age, and youth, and beauty's balm: 1279|Thine is the nectar crystallised 1279|In man's unguarded bosom, ======================================== SAMPLE 806 ======================================== when a child, 27441|A sweet wild rose or wild-rose tree, 27441|No fear of either creeper, 27441|No haste to touch the other, 27441|No noise of song, for thee 27441|When summer winds go drearily 27441|When none has turned a lover's eye 27441|When the sweet robin sits and cries 27441|When the brown ale grows cold, 27441|When the brown loaf is put out to roast, 27441|When the brown loaf is finished, 27441|Then my love comes home once more 27441|When the brown loaf is still 27441|When the brown loaf is still 27441|In the brown loaf is still 27441|As the brown loaf is still 27441|When the brown loaf is put out to roast, 27441|And the brown loaf is finished 27441|When the brown loaf is still 27441|One bird in the air, one frail thing, 27441|One wing folded close to watch afar 27441|When the yellow loaf is finished, 27441|Fly away, fly, fly away, 27441|Sigh no more to tell a story 27441|In the little fairy town 27441|Where the brown loaf is still 27441|I go the first day along the street 27441|The path that winds down the hill, 27441|'Tis hard to walk, 'tis hard to go, 27441|When the brown loaf is still. 27441|I climb the next day until the sun turns down 27441|I go the first day until the sun turns down 27441|Where the brown loaf is still. 27441|I have climbed 'mong the river's grassy banks 27441|I have been taught to swim, 27441|I have hunted grouse, I have hunted roes, 27441|I have lived with a father alive and close, 27441|I was almost a child when the glad time came 27441|To meadow rank and brown. 27441|I'm a boy of hard country and free, 27441|A man of the woods, an unafraid, 27441|I can hear the curlew and curlew cry 27441|As I rock and I run in the crinkles of his neck 27441|And laugh and shout with the birds 27441|The winter is coming in, the wind's away, 27441|The birds are gone to bed, the sleepy cows to wait, 27441|And the whippoorwill has fled; 27441|It is time to go to bed and to sleep 27441|How sweet are the lilies of the fields 27441|Where the brown loaf is ground. 27441|I climb the next day until the sun turns down 27441|From his sky shelf, and down it comes 27441|Into my head a tiny bird 27441|With song a-singing in his ear, 27441|And the wind has grown so cheerful since we fell out 27441|We're glad to have the woods alone 27441|When the brown loaf is ground. 27441|The green and gold of the world 27441|Glisten round us, 27441|Like the gleam of a crystal-winged sun 27441|When it shines. 27441|I like the quiet robin's note, 27441|As he cuts 27441|The sweetest sweet of all days 27441|In the brown loaf. 27441|When the wind is out I can hear a song 27441|And see the swallows darting along 27441|Through the wood, 27441|Where the wind is out again with the yellow leaves 27441|And the shadows die. 27441|There is something in my dream, of a country green 27441|With a little land of sun and amber sky, 27441|Where the cattle-bells and the children lie, 27441|And nothing can die. 27441|And underneath a hill and a tree 27441|A little land of sunshine and mirth 27441|Where the grass is alive with bees, and the children's voices 27441|Ring merrily. 27441|In the great green world of dreams, there never is a place 27441|So pleasant as my land of sun and amber sky 27441|Where the grass is alive with flowers, and the children lie 27441|And nothing can die. 27441|The clover and the rose above us 27441|Have all their gold ======================================== SAMPLE 807 ======================================== 1365|On the wall which she had planted. The boy had been 1365|Ever about the moment, 1365|And I can assure you that the boy could do 1365|What he had done to hide. 1365|I met her with a mother's smile, and when 1365|A mother asked me if her boy returned, 1365|I was afraid of the boy's coming, and then 1365|She turned to me, and said, 1365|"He has been gone while living, 1365|But now you are a woman, and she is a woman." 1365|And what then was the boy doing? 1365|I did not know. He had gone to the war, 1365|And it was not more than evening--only rain, 1365|And the sea flowed in sunshine-- 1365|It was a very goodly time of year, 1365|But the sun fell fast, and the wind howled loud. 1365|The boy was well-nigh settled, and he thought 1365|Of what strange things had happened-- 1365|His brain seemed boiling, his face turned grey, 1365|His eyes fixed sternly on the setting sun. 1365|In the dim, lonely darkness of the woods, 1365|The rain beat heavily, and the air was full, 1365|And, when the wind was out, he cried aloud, 1365|"I am so glad I live with you this day!" 1365|And I saw a light on the bright window path, 1365|A light that blinded the white of the snow. 1365|And a light shone out from the distant eaves, 1365|And it seemed to beckon me home to the old, 1365|Wide, fairy kingdom, where the old years lived, 1365|And it showed the heart of the dear ones of our home. 1365|But the child was newly awake, and the air 1365|Grew quiet again, for there was the first breath 1365|Of the warm, balmy air, and the soft breath 1365|Of the balmy vapor, and the white flakes of snow. 1365|No one but the boy stood watching him, 1365|Nor a man nor a woman, and all at once 1365|I felt that I could see his face no more. 1365|But as I stood there, silently, silently-- 1365|The shining sun dropped down from his large eyes, 1365|And I knelt on the dais, and drank the balm 1365|Of the glowing evening, and knew myself 1365|On that day of all the struggle, and knelt 1365|There, at that moment, gazing at the world, 1365|And looking up, and gazing up to it, 1365|I saw but the windows of my cottage on that day, 1365|And there was the snow lying in the ground. 1365|At midnight, when the wind blew again, 1365|And blustered in the woodlands the white snow, 1365|And Winter hurried hurriedly to the frozen stream, 1365|I rose, and kissed the ground. "There is no fire," 1365|I said, "But there is nothing in that world. 1365|Only fire does not die." 1365|"If I were dead 1365|It were a glorious thing!" I shouted there, 1365|And on that night I saw the ghosts of fire arise, 1365|And my own heart was warm, and my own heart 1365|Swelled to the music of my summer-songs. 1365|It was a glorious thing 1365|To have known, to have seen, to have lived with flame, 1365|To have known, to have suffered, to have loved, 1365|To have loved, to have loved--to have seen and to have a 1365|great joy. 1365|But it was little I knew, and you said 1365|That a great light should give you happiness, 1365|If it were little I knew, and if it were not, 1365|And if it were not you knew it, and if I could not. 1365|And on that night, I lay there in the dark, 1365|And I kissed your hair, and I blessed you then. 1365|But in the morning, looking over the snow, 1365|And sometimes starting up at your side-- 1365|If it were suddenly, and ======================================== SAMPLE 808 ======================================== with their wings. 1358|And in that day, you'll grow up to be 1358|A horse, or a man, or a lady or me; 1358|And your very names will end all I know. 1358|And a girl, as you say, will tell my rhyme, 1358|And to-night no other rhyme shall I sing. 1358|A man of war, 1358|A baby and a king, 1358|When the great world calls his eldest son, 1358|Who will be big and strong, 1358|Who will rise and dance before his time, 1358|A pouthed man, with eyes of fire 1358|That is blinded by despair, 1358|Who will make the roaring lions stare, 1358|And the lion growl and roar, 1358|When he travels to the land of the Goths. 1358|He will walk wherever he may, 1358|And wherever it may be, 1358|On the ocean and the billow and the rain: 1358|O, he will be king of the Goths! 1358|And a boy will watch us there, 1358|And he will fling his little red cloak, 1358|And he will fling the ha'praised pair. 1358|O the way of the world, all bare! 1358|I would I were a child of pride, 1358|I would I were a child of Love! 1358|I would I were a child of Law! 1358|As the world changes, so should I. 1358|I would I were a child for thee. 1358|I would I were a child of Love! 1358|When one can read a book, and one 1358|Can sleep the wakened soul of one, 1358|And one can read, and one can sleep. 1358|The one I love the most, the one who takes 1358|The book away, away, away; 1358|Who takes a flower from the living heart, 1358|And one would read it to the passing hour, 1358|And one would read, and one then too, 1358|Would wonder, but it must be done. 1358|The one would read, the other, too; 1358|The one would read, the one would write: 1358|And one would read, and he would look, 1358|And he would turn, and he would look; 1358|And so, by night, by day, by night, 1358|He read, and he would look, and he would read; 1358|And so, by day, by night, by night, 1358|He read, and he would look, and he would read; 1358|And so, by night, by day, by night, 1358|He reading backward, and he would read; 1358|Until, by sunrise, by the moon, 1358|He read, and he would read; and he would read; 1358|Until, by sunrise, by the moon, 1358|He reading, and he would look, and he would read; 1358|Until, by sunrise, by the moon, 1358|He reading, and he would look, and he would read; 1358|Until, by sunrise, he would hear 1358|The towers of Carthage rise without a breath; 1358|Until, by sunrise, he would hear 1358|The sweet bells ring, the call of horses to the door; 1358|Until, by sunrise, he would see 1358|Himself a boy, a man, a boy, 1358|Courting the great world's glory; and, 1358|Seeing, he would be glad, and he would be fair. 1358|So, when another's race is run, 1358|Honour the eternal runner! 1358|Honour the eternal runner: 1358|Honour the eternal runner. 1358|Honour the eternal runner. 1358|Honour the eternal runner: 1358|Honour the eternal runner. 1358|Honour the eternal runner: 1358|Honour the eternal runner. 1358|Honour the eternal runner. 1358|Honour the eternal runner. 1358|Honour the eternal runner. 1358|Honour the eternal runner. 1358|Honour the eternal runner. 1358|Honour the eternal runner. 1358|Honour ======================================== SAMPLE 809 ======================================== . 2622|To make it shorter with a tiny 2622|Poem: "All my life was a fight 2622|Before I put my head upon it 2622|After my time of birth, 2622|And I learned that it was better 2622|When I was twenty-one 2622|Than to sit and watch by turns the dawning 2622|Than to watch the fading day." 2622|So I laughed: "My life is going, 2622|And I'll have to keep my head on." 2622|And I made a song of it 2622|"Twas under the trysting . . . 2622|The last rose of summer 2622|Took me prisoner ere night, 2622|But what of the song of it 2622|Sings alone the stars of the morning 2622|That the morning knows of the height? 2622|And I am not prisoner . . . 2622|I was all bound to you, 2622|All bound to you, 2622|All bound to you, 2622|Cannot hear the song I send." 2622|And the song in my heart he knew, 2622|And the voice and the face he knew, 2622|And it sang for a while ere it went . . . 2622|How I love it is through the blue 2622|For the great blue land where I live, 2622|And I ask no more with the songs I sing 2622|The day when I meet my king. 2622|And the song of it, "I have not any 2622|Gold-glories of kings to lay, 2622|But I have trod on the trail of rapture 2622|That leads me back to that bay." 2622|The sun shines bright on the old gray hills, 2622|And evening's silence falls around 2622|The feet of the forest, and the wind 2622|Swings over the silent wood. 2622|From the west the purple day of the dew 2622|And from the east the dying day 2622|Of the throstle sings to the yellow moon 2622|On nightfall and the stars of night 2622|Where I watch as the lover's might 2622|Faint as a star he stands to his side, 2622|And I am not prisoner . . . 2622|I know it all, love, I know it all, 2622|But never the light that you weep in my eyes 2622|Shall know that my eyes were hard and wild 2622|That my heart was hard and deep. 2622|And now I wait and wait, and ever 2622|You come with the wonder of love in my eyes, 2622|Finding your sweet smile in my heart, 2622|Bringing your hope and your name in my heart. 2622|Life's perfect Triumph 2622|Your eyes are so white, oh, so warm! 2622|The flowers of the fields are new buds you bring, 2622|And a sky-blue and crimson, and fleecy snow; 2622|And now the blue sky stoops low above, 2622|To hover a little or two, 2622|Though the hills are all white and the sky's blue blue 2622|And the air is still golden and chill. 2622|Oh, so white, oh, so white 2622|The clouds as they lift the blue sky above, 2622|Yet never there any sunlight is seen 2622|But always the same that is golden in you. 2622|Oh, so white, oh, so white 2622|This is why my heart is restless and sad, 2622|Oh, why does your sky stoop so near? 2622|Oh, why does your earth to its plane, 2622|Oh, what does your heart desire? 2622|I could sit and watch your skies, 2622|Watch the sun drop down the golden west, 2622|And I could look into your face. 2622|I could be happy with the rest 2622|When the last dear kisses of the sun 2622|Shall be returned for one: 2622|Oh, why do you come so soon, 2622|Oh, why do you come so soon? 2622|You will miss me in your play, 2622|When the little rosy hours are gone, 2622|And I stand alone. 2622|Oh ======================================== SAMPLE 810 ======================================== of the great and good, 1365|And when I went, 1365|Was like the little golden moon 1365|Which looks from yonder sky 1365|On earth below; 1365|And the great wonder of its loom 1365|Becomes a greater glory than I knew before! 1365|I am grateful for the varied charm of sound 1365|And for the beauty of its hills and dales; 1365|I stand in that seclusion which is found 1365|In sound and color, in the solitude 1365|Of Nature's vast and busy vale; I can--for that's the reason why! 1365|For here is to myself the vital source 1365|Of all our happiness; and here is evidence 1365|How little while our peaceful expectation 1365|Endured the turmoil and the strain; 1365|How rapture! Salt is present from the Present, 1365|And passion from the Passion of the Brave; 1365|A light that may have lived in ages yet to be; 1365|Yet Time hath made the world a fane to suit its harmony. 1365|This is the ship that bore my love, 1365|A simple oar, 1365|Her home, 'mid tumult and commotion, 1365|And sunshine shore. 1365|This is the vessel I foredeve; 1365|The steps are swift 1365|And she can wait my coming yet, 1365|When I shall lift 1365|The weary weight 1365|That hangs upon her timbers low, 1365|And feel the need 1365|Of near communion with the shore. 1365|Arouse! for the voice of God is mine, 1365|This vessel's pride, 1365|That, though I come by night and day, 1365|My heart hath hied 1365|To the ship's port, on an unknown sea, 1365|And the heart's hope and altar's pay 1365|In one glad cry 1365|Of "Here is room for it, and the end!" 1365|Here is room for it, and the end! 1365|O open wide! 1365|The waves are dancing in their pride, 1365|Whirlpool and islet, sea and shore; 1365|In their rage they struggle evermore; 1365|And the storm-wind carries them away 1365|With a rush of white-washed billows, far and wide, 1365|The ship hath been, shall it not come? 1365|For she hath written, written, and written, 1365|In the rocks of the sea, 1365|The letters of a love whose love is flame. 1365|O blossom of the winter days, 1365|And O that song 1365|Which sings thy name in the valleys and alway 1365|O'er the meadows and the snow, 1365|For now in the heavens' cloudy haze 1365|Thou art as lovely now! 1365|O flowers of the summer hours, 1365|And O that song 1365|Which floats so sweetly on the sunny hours, 1365|O summer breath, whose sweetness seems 1365|Like a flower among the flowers, 1365|In the clover or the cherry bowers, 1365|At the breath of the low, sweet wind, 1365|Or the sound of the summer hours! 1365|O flower of summer hours, 1365|The summer and the sunshine 1365|Are in thee now, 1365|And, everywhere throughout the world, 1365|Thou art as beautiful as ever seen, 1365|Through the soft shower and the thicket green. 1365|But ah! in the winter's cold, 1365|When thy stem has been hardened, and in the fire 1365|The ice is all around, 1365|Thy root is withered and thine stem is bare, 1365|The ice of the winter is in thy hair; 1365|Nor dost thou shudder at winter's frown, 1365|Because in the frost should not the dove 1365|Remain enshrined, nor at morning know 1365|That noon shall restore thee in the skies, 1365|And the winter's snow lay thy stem on high, 1365|And the summer sun put his last kiss away, 1365|And thy stem, fair as ever, still shall be 1365|The fragrance ======================================== SAMPLE 811 ======================================== when the lass, whate'er her lord, 6652|Lurk'd like a shadow o'er her task, 6652|And still went on as a shadow to the work; 6652|But still the same wan moon grew all night through, 6652|And I forgot what master laid on me. 6652|I forgot what master laid on me; 6652|I only smiled at his strange, deep eyes, 6652|For his was the deep, sad soul I had to see: 6652|He never came back to me, 'tis my surprise. 6652|He took me as his wife, and bore me to his breast: 6652|And still as I went I thought that of his 6652|Which made me think so many things at last; 6652|And then I said, "It seems to me it must be best. 6652|I'll let you have a wife and part for you." 6652|Then back to me that strange, sad woman flew: 6652|"Such pretty things are best," I cried; and then 6652|I saw a man, who looked away and knew 6652|I was far more than once, that happy man. 6652|His face was grave, his voice was solemn still. 6652|"Don't say I want to," I said; and then 6652|I heard again a man with wisdom mind: 6652|Looked him in the face, and kept him so. 6652|I was right happy, as I said to him. 6652|When he was gone, he used to say, 6652|"Haw me a good deal," and in each word 6652|I threw the letters with a riotous look, 6652|Saying, "We have been many days together. 6652|And the day will come when all the world will 6652|go to wine." 6652|And then he passed my door and went up-stairs, 6652|Singing most childish songs, which yet he sang. 6652|I was awake and like a man who looks 6652|And can but weep, and thinks of nothing more. 6652|The morning came, and with it, and the dows 6652|Wet with the cold dews, I to my old abode. 6652|Through all the house I entered, far and near, 6652|I saw the old man standing by my side 6652|Gazing upon the world he is no more. 6652|It is not overmuch for me to think, 6652|This house is also mine, and I must stay 6652|To-morrow at the fair. But should I shrink, 6652|I'll beg for wine, and listen to the lay 6652|I sang last night about the old grey vine! 6652|The man in the moon is as good as mine, 6652|Since I went over the top of the world. 6652|The man in the moon, I tell you, is old, 6652|But he works in a way that will work out. 6652|And you'll find this place so charming, it's true, 6652|For a man's luck makes a beggar's doing. 6652|The world is old and young, and yet it's young, 6652|And you'll never need it, or care for more. 6652|Now the days are come and going, the years must go 6652|As the seasons come and the seasons go. 6652|It is rough to say, for they have their day, 6652|And a strange world is in my memory, now. 6652|There is something in this, that is in my thought, 6652|Or perhaps it is but a shadow. There, 6652|I have thought it something, but cannot say 6652|That the things that are are are gone. There are yet 6652|There are yet more things in this, and they are new. 6652|What are they to me? And I cannot say 6652|That life is all too like a thing gone by? 6652|I think that life has more of wisdom and power 6652|To live and move and make a thing endurable 6652|To the last age of all our lifelong lifetime-- 6652|O then, my dear, if death has taken on 6652|All those immortal forms we fit to send, 6652|How soon would I be left? How soon must I 6652 ======================================== SAMPLE 812 ======================================== , he 30599|Danced till the sea sang with a fairy song. 30599|Then, a deep light upon his dark, black spot, 30599|He raised his glass-rimmed eyes to his own, 30599|And one by one they silently, as if 30599|In their own beauty he had seen no more, 30599|Rose into light, until it filled the sea. 30599|Then, some one night, he slept upon the beach 30599|Of moonlit waters, dreaming of the hour; 30599|But ere he slept he fell asleep again 30599|With his first star in heaven. 30599|'Twas the last moon 30599|That looked down cold along that dreary earth-- 30599|The last sad lily that the wild winds bore; 30599|And the grim sea-snake rose in his hollow mouth 30599|A moment, and then left him, laughing, lone, 30599|A white-faced lone, 30599|Stooping, like one from a far solitude 30599|Dreaming of some far place, where all is strange 30599|And strange. 30599|Then, like a ghost, he crept in that still land; 30599|And, lo! above him, all the sun itself 30599|Danced, and the sky quaked, and with a roar 30599|Tossed over the black water, and there came 30599|The great grey clouds like shadows, and they flew 30599|About him, crying, "Wherefore thus, O Lord, 30599|Wilt thou be left in this black agony?" 30599|Then, with a sudden, swift, and clamorous pain, 30599|He woke, and, like a wild-bird from the South, 30599|Flung through the night, a light. 30599|There, in the blackness, like a bird he rose, 30599|A mighty bird that soared and sang in the blue. 30599|But then--he heard the great grey sea-cocks call, 30599|The great grey sea-cocks calling, and he woke: 30599|His heart leapt to the music of the sea, 30599|And the great cliffs that shadowed what had been 30599|And were as blue as a black pall, and a far land 30599|As the sea's heart; and he was far, far off; 30599|For never any living creature knew, 30599|Or looked or looked of him. 30599|Yet all night long he lay, like one that dreams; 30599|And, with a wan light in him, the wind 30599|Suddenly lifted a great shout, and all 30599|The lands and seas and houses of the sea 30599|Lay like black clouds; and at the last he woke 30599|And cried aloud, "Lord, Lord, what is it now 30599|That thou wert dead?--this very wind and sea 30599|Were waiting for thy hand, but thou and I 30599|Were not more glad than we-- 30599|O, better than all dreams that could be found 30599|In earth or heaven!" 30599|The sea laughed on, 30599|And, ere he finished, the huge moon again 30599|Rippled like a white sea-shell. 30599|At all the windows all the wind was still. 30599|No sound but the sea mutter of the night, 30599|But the vast sea wailed on; and at the shore 30599|The whole world knelt to one who on the sands 30599|Had gazed, alone, like one who sorrowing, 30599|He walked on and prayed, yet still his spirit 30599|Strove to look up to God, whose holy eyes 30599|Were full of tears and light as morning; still 30599|His voice rang in the streetways, and he said, 30599|"Lord, Lord, what is it I remember now? 30599|That beautiful swift footstep? I shall feel 30599|A greater pleasure over every land 30599|Than e'er was dreamed since the great God of Rome! 30599|I must go down a step, sirs, to my home, 30599|Or else I may fall here as beggars, sirs, 30599|In my last cellar, and there I may pray 30599|The glory of God in the old garden here."... 30599|He hid his ======================================== SAMPLE 813 ======================================== on your head. 1469|What is the need? 1469|God hath been given you. 1469|Your earthly mates are dead; 1469|Your mates, the careless playmates of the sun, 1469|Convulsed with summer snows; 1469|Still in their graves you sing with piercing note, 1469|The season's change, the season's earliest note. 1469|When God a man beheld, 1469|Forth from the hall of judgment and the search 1469|Of Him beyond the seas, 1469|And saw the path of mystery no more, 1469|His soul was clad in wings, 1469|As in a rainbow dream. 1469|And he beheld the scene. 1469|What is a hero's doing? 1469|I know not. He is strong and good. 1469|I am not of the wood. 1469|He rises in a cloud. 1469|What is a prince's doing? 1469|His mission is a light. 1469|I see a king; but I am not a slave. 1469|What is a prince's doing? 1469|I know not; but the heart I have was cleft 1469|Or cleft by iron will. 1469|What is a prince's doing? 1469|A spirit or a spirit sent to hell, 1469|A spirit or a stone. 1469|And what in him is greater than the power 1469|He wields in stormy hands? 1469|He knoweth nothing; but the heart I have been cleft 1469|Or pierced by iron bands. 1469|Yet what in him is greater than the power 1469|Of pardon to be known? 1469|He knoweth nothing; but the heart I have been cleft 1469|Or pierced by iron will. 1469|What is a hero's doing? 1469|A spirit or a spirit sent to hell, 1469|Sent to consume itself? 1469|It is not in me. The will I have been cleft, 1469|The will of God is mine; 1469|And what in me is greater than the power 1469|Of pardon to be known? 1469|I am not of the earth; 1469|But I have found a soul. 1469|Who knows the worth of lifting up the cloud 1469|And trusting all unto Him? 1469|The thunders roar above me and the seas 1469|Reverse unutterable. 1469|I am not of the earth. 1469|(Listen, oh ye fools! 1469|Observe these gentle ears!) 1469|Yea, I am of the earth. 1469|The thunders roar above me and the stars 1469|Reverse unutterable. 1469|(Have ye forgot 1469|Ye who are young and wise?) 1469|My thoughts are young, 1469|My thoughts are dark, 1469|Loud have I called me, 1469|But now my heart 1469|Is full to the brim, 1469|Full to the brim. 1469|(This is the song of the Israelite band.) 1469|Yea, this is the song of the Israelite band. 1469|(This ballad, written immediately after the manner of the young 1469|villainous vessels on their way to Zion, which go to 1469|Salome, and leave my love in widow's mourning.) 1469|(ll. 24-2833) For the sake of whom the knight was buried.) 1469|(ll. 24-2835) And between the cradle and the grave 1469|(ll. 25-2833) And between the grave and the grave 1469|(ll. 1555-1924) And between the cradle and the grave 1469|(ll. 1829-2835) And between us two I love thee-- 1469|Thou with thy love so tender, yet so true, 1469|(ll. 24-2835) And between us two I love thee-- 1469|Thou with thy love so strong, 1469|(ll.48-735) And between us two I love thee-- 1469|Ay, and I love thee long. 1469|(ll. 24-2833-2833) And between us two I love thee-- 1469|Thou where thou art so true ======================================== SAMPLE 814 ======================================== from the East. 19385|Here the sun shines on 19385|Forever in the West 19385|With the soft breath of the South 19385|Where the balmy air 19385|Is as the sweet south-wind 19385|That breathes over the sea. 19385|And the night bird that calls 19385|To the leafless branches tells 19385|Of a glorious presence, and 19385|Hath found me listening in 19385|Hastily listening to 19385|The silence of the sea. 19385|I cannot see the sea; 19385|And the soft, liquid haze 19385|Of the distant surf is thin 19385|On the horizon's edge, 19385|With my soul to watch it, 19385|While I stand within 19385|The solemn mystery, 19385|And wait my own white pride 19385|For the ripened youth 19385|So young and strong, 19385|Till the days grow long, 19385|And all the sea 19385|Is a hollow song. 19385|My heart is sad, 19385|For its youth is dead; 19385|I am so old, 19385|It were better to sleep. 19385|Now that life is done 19385|And the golden days are sped, 19385|Where are they gone? 19385|When the dark grows deep, 19385|Where is all life then, 19385|And the heart to weep 19385|Is a sacred rime. 19385|My life is sad, 19385|For its youth is dead; 19385|I do not know 19385|If the years, the days 19385|Shall return, but give 19385|New joy to the earth 19385|As the year takes birth. 19385|My life is sad; 19385|For its youth is dead; 19385|I am so old, 19385|I am happy to be. 19385|When the great dark closes round 19385|And the morn is closing up 19385|On her brow with light, 19385|I am happy to be. 19385|When the grey is past, 19385|And the gray is over 19385|From the long and distant date, 19385|I am happy to be; 19385|I am happy to be. 19385|In the sweet blue of the skies 19385|My curls are clustering; 19385|In the lightnings of my eyes 19385|The mountains are glimmering; 19385|In the blue of my eyes 19385|The mountains are brightening; 19385|In the clouds, the wind is giving 19385|A glory to the night; 19385|In the morning, in the orchard 19385|The viands are ripe and white. 19385|The fields are full of golden fruits 19385|That blush on many a tree; 19385|The clouds lean over in haze, 19385|And the rain is flowing free. 19385|My heart is heavy, and lonely 19385|As the autumn evening that flings 19385|Its glimmering splendors o'er the face 19385|Of the sky;--I tremble at thoughts 19385|That arise or linger there. 19385|In the golden haze of the noon 19385|I catch my gaze on the hills; 19385|And a thousand thoughts and a thousand dreams 19385|Flaunt thro' the purple haze. 19385|As I gaze thro' the trees and the copse 19385|Of a copse when the light is down; 19385|Or as into silence drops, 19385|Drops from the skies a crimson crown. 19385|Then a sudden far out-blast, 19385|Like a mighty trumpet blow, 19385|Bursts on my sight, and the sun sets free 19385|The clouds,--I am left below. 19385|In the greenest of everjourns 19385|I may wander on in dreams; 19385|Or, at dusk, in dreamy calm 19385|Where the gray tide breaks, 19385|I may hear, as in a dream, 19385|The thunder of deep streams. 19385|But, at twilight, in my heart 19385|I would find a place to flee, 19385|And that holy silence there 19385|Would be beauty even to me. ======================================== SAMPLE 815 ======================================== , who in a mortal frame 785|Diversely lacked our frames entire, 785|And had he not, in this, then he made 785|My body?--And the very house of death 785|I fell into, and what avails it now? 785|And hence I know that never man with man 785|Had yet been numbered; for while life remain'd 785|In the immortal mansion of that God, 785|And though the mortal world be past, still there 785|We see, and evermore return, the same. 785|Nor yet in any earthly mind, unless 785|Some parts of us were present, heaped up all 785|With virtues, which in heaven excelling, light 785|And justice shin'd. This is the sum of man 785|Who counts himself, and in his own right hand 785|All that the human race around him boasts 785|Is right, and what man is. Who, then, who sees 785|In mere earth-life one spot, where only one 785|Is worthy to ascend to heaven? And so, 785|Who would believe me, rather than he knows 785|That in the very heaven and that, themselves 785|Both near and far, earth, heaven and the same, 785|Heaven and the same, he will appear to me 785|First, as a thing that never was; for I 785|Was neither here nor there." 785|And here to me 785|He spake: "Is all the world for us but one? 785|Whence come we? who are they, whence come they? 785|And who are they, where camest thou? To whom 785|Are they made known? Who is their parentage? 785|Thou sayest, they were made of male, female, 785|Exalté, as the male degenerate: 785|For, not to be existed, it is so. 785|But how about themselves may those be known? 785|Nor yet who know their kindred, who, when young, 785|In years already in these heavens have liv'd, 785|Of old, and so far distant, that affirms 785|Each man in his own place, but less to those 785|Whose generation unborn, they commit 785|Their name, their oracles, and, lastly, these 785|Their true divines. For 'tis as true in Rome 785|As in the limbs, beyond all other limbs, 785|That the one part lurks. Thus from the very sun 785|Or e'er it comes, when every part of earth 785|Is all conceal'd in air; when every part 785|Lies open to the moon, and shifts from light 785|Her silver face, in heaven will be unfolded 785|Those limbs, whose space is earth. For Nature knows 785|Herself, and, therefore, also, haply, how, 785|And where she shows, and what she shows to thee, 785|Are Earth and Heaven's epitome. But thou, 785|'O son, to whom is earth thy sire and mother, 785|To whom the rivers all their length suffice thee 785|Are stream'd, admit them hence, and know, who know 785|Thy name and place, and, as our vital bodies 785|Are Earth's terrestrial? Verily, since seeds 785|Are first, and where these animals have come 785|Are Earth's immortal sons,--far as remains 785|The line of fire, whence art shows out to them, 785|The new-yeaned oracles of whence they come. 785|Since first Earth knew these things, 'tis time that we 785|Should by these beasts keep coming, and depart. 785|Here to each other they in mutual frame 785|Are knit, arriving diversly, like us; 785|As, when in separate regions of the air 785|Epirivants prepare, suspend the wind 785|In shaping them; and, lo! even now 'tis off 785|In various accents:--All things speak aloud: 785|One only thus is free: another still 785|Can raise himself, and back her way again. 785|Thus we, to whom Life's tree disposed to grow 785|In anywise, are safe. But if thou think 785|That we are worms,--O then how wretched then 785|That we look back, and are despised in more! 785|So with that speech he led us, even as winds 785|By storm-winds waft it on the neighbouring sea. ======================================== SAMPLE 816 ======================================== 1365|As the cestus of the air. 1365|Then, my friend, this tale thou hast told; 1365|Then tell not me how I long for thee. 1365|"My country? Yes; I go. I go 1365|I am free, I follow the sun; 1365|I will follow thee where he lists; 1365|I am bound and taken at his beck; 1365|The time is come, I go to seek 1365|That noble guest, who waits for me." 1365|"My daughter?" the younger made reply; 1365|"Thou askest what I mayn't requite. 1365|Of my blood it shall be the price 1365|In the court of the Count of Meiss. 1365|"My daughter? Thus much hast thou said. 1365|And thus for thy peace, thou speakest well." 1365|"And if e'er before the Lord of Blood 1365|All the earth shall waken and eat thee, 1365|That man who was born to a tree 1365|Must be a tree of almond tree, 1365|A tree of almond blossoms, ready 1365|To make the ground for the treaders of stones." 1365|"Then," the younger said, "I'll take my bird, 1365|My bird and nest; my nest my nest. 1365|I'll make thee an auburn wedding feast, 1365|And I'll give thee a mortal guest." 1365|The other said, "What canst thou say, 1365|That thou art not my daughter's bride? 1365|If thou wilt not, thou shalt not be 1365|My daughter's thrall." 1365|The other spoke, "It is indeed 1365|The voice of my darling," returned 1365|The child, on whose lips had been burned 1365|The kiss of my own love, who thought 1365|To press its soul into mine and fill it with its threne. 1365|And I heard, "Hark! Now I can, thou swan, 1365|Thy neck and neck the rounds have won." 1365|I was happy in myself, I dreamed, 1365|I dreamed the dream I dreamed not when 1365|I fled from the world's wide scene of slaughter and of slaughter. 1365|Then came a greater day. My feet 1365|Weary lay long since out of place, 1365|With many a scarlet winding-sheet; 1365|And I said to her, "By God that He 1365|Who crowns thy deeds with deathless bays, 1365|Hark! The death-cry of righteous men. 1365|"God's dreadful arm. It is not vain. 1365|Thou hast made this life so sad and cold, 1365|Thou hadst no pity on my pain, 1365|And now, thou shalt not give them back. 1365|"It comes, it comes, as when the west 1365|Shook with the autumn tempest's plash, 1365|When the first robin sings most warm. 1365|And thou didst sleep, not sad as thou, 1365|But now, alas! beneath our brow 1365|Shall sleep the joys of prince and peasant, 1365|And I shall hear thy voice no more." 1365|Then I said, "O God, have pity! 1365|Turn not thus from me the face of light, 1365|For there are souls that own the Lord, 1365|So gloriously dear to Thee; 1365|And sing of mercy, and look for mercy 1365|When they are sorely tried." 1365|The beggar went a minstrel forward, 1365|Whom I had heard from out the street 1365|Had travelled to. The poor flung jeers, 1365|And mocked my speech with double tongue, 1365|And cried: "God's pity for poor innocents! 1365|God's smile for poor bewildered souls! 1365|Oh, thou hast given the poor in price. 1365|"My father left my cottage then, 1365|I will not live without my bread; 1365|My mother went another way, 1365|And I am wretched at my head. 1365|"The light is growing in the east 1365|Which looks behind the hills to ======================================== SAMPLE 817 ======================================== . 25953|"In no wise shall I trouble with magic power, 25953|In no wise shall I banish evil fate; 25953|Here within my dwelling should I remain, 25953|If I ever did thee a favor ask, 25953|To leave on thy knee a place of rest. 25953|No, no, no, no, no, no! 'tis otherwise 25953|Where I can nowise do a duty: 25953|I have been deceived by foolishness; 25953|When I dares one thing I must do both. 25953|"I have thought to do this for my pleasure, 25953|As my fortune would do for others, 25953|As I have not do for thine own pleasure, 25953|The one thing I wish to do, O Strong Man. 25953|It is not the thing I most desire, 25953|But a work of light and light, O Strong Man." 25953|"O thou foolish child, that dost vex me, 25953|I am all that ever thee affright. 25953|I know not what thing to do if trouble, 25953|If the thing thou choosest is not right." 25953|"And I shall have to do so also, 25953|Since thou canst not leave me without thee, 25953|I will do what only I can do." 25953|Then he closed his eyes and looked at me, 25953|Then his face, that was so stern and cruel, 25953|Then his mouth where wrath was no devour, 25953|Gave a look as of one that bade him hate. 25953|"O my father, O my mother, 25953|How so stifling I must ever be, 25953|And thou never more shalt hear me; 25953|Yet, thy father will not let thee see 25953|The child that I brought to thee in thee. 25953|Thou shouldst sit within my chamber always, 25953|And thou shouldst keep my house from harm. 25953|"I will not drive thee, father, hence away, 25953|O my mother, nor my mother grieveth, 25953|But my son will always be thy son. 25953|I will go about my household always, 25953|But my father will never let thee go; 25953|He will come to me in the morning, 25953|And I'll give him gold in plenty, too." 25953|Saw I the aged woman sitting, 25953|Hards and brow like the snow in winter! 25953|Then I thought it fair to give her money for her, 25953|Also I was speaking out to him, 25953|And he spoke as if humanity were a stranger; 25953|And I pointed to my child, the youth, 25953|And a word in his ear, which made me speak: 25953|"O my child, the time shall be long, 25953|When thy father shall depart for thee, 25953|And thy mother the old home shalt see." 25953|So we were united but one night; 25953|My child gave me a dog, which he yagged 25953|And as often as he would. And he said: 25953|"O my little dog, I will go with thee, 25953|And my head I will kiss for a kiss." 25953|And my child said, 25953|"O my little dears, I will kiss thy tail, 25953|And thy tail will kiss for a kiss, O mine." 25953|But the aged beggar cried in the hall, 25953|"O my poor child, I do give all. 25953|Have dolls and boys in thy far country. 25953|I will give them the broth from out of the hall, 25953|And the bread of all for thy poor heart's comfort." 25953|Then my mother said, 25953|"O my little dears, I will kiss thy head, 25953|And thy head I will kiss when another day dawns." 25953|So we walked between decks till dawn was gray, 25953|And when the second sun went down 25953|We walked the fourth day until night was done." 25953|When I was a lady small one to wed, 25953|I trusses you about with my opera-bell; 25953|And the people sit in the shops all said, 25953|"But you must not ======================================== SAMPLE 818 ======================================== . 1003|"If thou wilt have it so, speak, if thou wouldst have it; 1003|For I am fitted to receive the keys 1003|When Peter and the rest of them whom thou 1003|Describes are standing in Sennacheribia, 1003|That each will bear his pox upon his legs; 1003|And that a hundred centuries at least 1003|A man's raiment on his head will hew; 1003|Such wonder is not given by the ears 1003|Of any one beneath, to bear more burdens. 1003|Of this a proof thine art can now perceive, 1003|That where sham unsubstantial is, our race 1003|Can yet by far be run through; nay, I believe 1003|That somewhere upon earth no such example 1003|Hath license to indulge its overthrow. 1003|Verily, inasmuch as we to each 1003|Sufficient Brynhilda, to make known 1003|The manner of her bliss by the abyss, 1003|Yea, we ourselves to her may so transport us, 1003|That we above offend her anger wholly. 1003|But, ah! our gratitude must now be small, 1003|And thanks be incense, who, to make her glad, 1003|By doing such a thing can ne'er be amiss. 1003|We are ourselves enamoured of that peace 1003|Which governs discord and its lasting peace; 1003|Therefore let us make hunting and the covert, 1003|So that we may perceive the game unspoiled; 1003|For see, before us are three stages marked, 1003|Haffoc and Safield and the hindrance staid, 1003|As are we wont; and he who most endears 1003|His brother in the chase, is most assured 1003|That victory is there; and is supposed 1003|That whosoever wins it in man's favour 1003|Sustains advantage there, so that the French 1003|Deserve the palm for gain. This gentle people, 1003|Who ne'er from land come into the broad ocean, 1003|Where we have shown small shelter, will be clothed 1003|With little raiments, not of cloths nor gems, 1003|But horned like the Saracens themselves, 1003|And with cowls, and with cowls, that appear 1003|Rather more noble than the human kind. 1003|And we salute thee, African attracts! 1003|We who did ever give thee all delight, 1003|As God in His own countenance did thee! 1003|What couldst thou do with us, except to dance 1003|And with the cithern of the Holy Leader 1003|And with the multitude? Great was thy renown, 1003|And thy fierce accents broke the Holy World! 1003|Now is the Mover hot, and now the frosts, 1003|The frosts, that were thy foe, thou madest; and 1003|Usanest, thy desire was to do good, 1003|And badest, to do ill. Our sins were full 1003|Not on thy part, for coveting revenge. 1003|We bless the King who for his justice holds 1003|The world on high; and therefore in his time 1003|Shall rise again the saints, whose fame we praise. 1003|Our glory hath been thine, for virtue great 1003|Hath made thee citizens and city of us, 1003|And they from whom thou bad'st that holy man 1003|Remain below: they have here a man for us, 1003|And he perchance hath born Cavalcid, 1003|From whom we all did boast." So say I learned 1003|Of him, who yet was joyful in the fire, 1003|Belov'd of all who truth could find. His sin 1003|Owes such a host of God in ev'ry clime 1003| edged that at morn, upon the bridge of Arnon, 1003|As the sea doth a storm, wave-rolling shoals: 1003|And suddenly the current nears us, ebbing 1003|Down th' Joachim, and his marish, and his might, 1003|As the day-star in ocean trudeth this, ======================================== SAMPLE 819 ======================================== , in the form of "humble mortals," 8187|(Vide post guard. Vespers, 4d.) 8187|(The Jumbler, in his turn, (except his own,) 8187|"Of the old Ghost and lively sprite, 8187|"With little _other_ things to eat, 8187|"Which even the Shepherd _will_ eat,-- 8187|"And his work is, as of old, in the same old mould. 8187|"The former, as I _know,_--or _think it ought_, 8187|"Were _rather_ meat and _rather_ hot,-- 8187|"Of course I know, in my humble way,-- 8187|"But since the former _is_, I pray 8187|"You'll now have plenty more to say, 8187|"And that of all the men in Nye,-- 8187|"That of each sect,--and most of all,--" 8187|"Which, like most _other_ things, is _fed_. 8187|"Nay, 'tis a serious matter, I own, 8187|"And these few words, I fancy, are gone; 8187|"But still, since I am a _faithful_ sect, 8187|"I _know_ that, at the least, a _deedful_ sect, 8187|"Which, though more famous, suits the Deuce 8187|"For anything like that from the Deuce, 8187|"And, if there's any thing like _him_, 8187|"I wish it were ordained New England, 8187|"And Ireland _every_ thing on earth's 8187|"Except to eat the savages _which_ 8187|"The Lord preserve (not sacrificed by _heats_); 8187|"The _fundamental_ of that Creed 8187|"It raises to the humble head-- 8187|"A proverb, though of different creed, 8187|"Is certainly of different creed-- 8187|"And, whether saint or sinner, know 8187|"How _very_ nice the _very_ roast,-- 8187|"Besides, howe'er that be, let's have 8187|"Some good good _saladin_ to make 8187|"Such troutgarths, and, for his _fishes_, 8187|"_Uater_, _i.e._, and other _fishes_." 8187|(_All rights reserved_ are here secured_, 1678. Four 8187|Come, Muse, on old wings wing reclined, 8187|Come sit we musing by my side, 8187|At noontide heats of eve and morning 8187|When we are sipping off our dinner. 8187|Thou, Genius, wing thy tiny flight 8187|Through realms of ether,--so I dance 8187|With thee, my spirit's buoyant wing,-- 8187|Wherever, everywhere I roam. 8187|Thy presence fills my fainting breast,-- 8187|Thy smile my sorrow doth not kill,-- 8187|Thy scorn of self,--thy wish of fame, 8187|Thy boundless love, thy wish of glory, 8187|Doth to my mind's fresh centre bring 8187|The joy, the glory, of thy name:-- 8187|Thus, thus bewitched, I find my flight 8187|O'er moor, and mere, and misty moor,-- 8187|The zephyr that upbore me, sighing-- 8187|The breeze that my deliverance bore me! 8187|My life, though thick, retains its maddening spell, 8187|Till, at length, my weary mind is free 8187|To stray wide, unsought, unvisited, 8187|On pinions free, o'er lands and sea, 8187|And find, as at thy very door, 8187|The sunny fields, the woods, the shore, 8187|To the heart of nature once so dear, 8187|And the wild, sweet, delicious flowers, 8187|Whose fragrance fills my heart with hours 8187|Of youth--to the mind of God so dear, 8187|That, while it lingers, brings it back 8187|To the soul once more, its native dearth ======================================== SAMPLE 820 ======================================== ; and what she would not, 25609|That a clearer eye could send her. 25609|She turned to the wall to look about her, 25609|But first she espied the curtain, 25609|Sensing a foot-path way between them, 25609|That led from the room to the collies, 25609|And showed the path to the side of the box. 25609|She stopped when the door was wide inside them, 25609|But first heard the sheave of your eye, 25609|Then paused to enter the box with a step, 25609|But the journey had nearly run out. 25609|There's a long, long trail before us, 25609|And we can almost say when we come to, 25609|"Here comes the Great Bear!" 25609|The door-peal has been always spoken, 25609|And the long days and nights repeat 25609|The tread of our travelling feet. 25609|Over its gates the wind is passing, 25609|It enters within the garish hall, 25609|And its greeting hour is near at hand. 25609|At the end of each house is the hall. 25609|Shining and bright, the sun is setting, 25609|It fills with light the empty plates, 25609|Its cloth of silver and of gold, 25609|Dark with the mystery of the nights. 25609|All the windows are filled with light, 25609|And a great, bright, flaming line is showing. 25609|Each window panes are glowing bright, 25609|And the night is coming. A tall, pale woman, 25609|With a flute of red upon her shoulders, 25609|And a ring on her arm, leans over the door. 25609|Her eyes are troubled, and her hair 25609|Stiffens in winding folds of darkness. 25609|Her gown is splashed with silver, 25609|The folds of her girdle fall and snap. 25609|Down the passage that goes into the kennel 25609|The last of the houses is a temple. 25609|The long, long night has passed: 25609|Its roof is stained with crimson stains. 25609|Black, glossy, with deep purple stains 25609|The windows stand: 25609|A black, gold stain 25609|Stems a Chinese, stained and holy. 25609|The gods of the earth are disputing, 25609|Their gods become gods, and the earth 25609|Is grown a kingdom, a city, a city. 25609|And these, at the end of the journey, 25609|Are the gods still, and the red, red mountains. 25609|They know what their courage is, 25609|They know the heights they are going to, 25609|They are longing to meet in their carridges, 25609|"To be" the last of the town-dragons. 25609|The night is beginning to fall 25609|In the valley of Crete: 25609|The earth is a-weary, 25609|The shadows are falling down, 25609|A star in the sky 25609|Burns, and the long day is done. 25609|Night falls and the darkness 25609|Falls like a ghost fitfully. 25609|All things are mist, 25609|The stars are beside us, the earth is behind us, 25609|We cannot see where they are. 25609|In the morning 25609|When the long day is done 25609|I sat alone in my study window. 25609|In the evening 25609|The moon shone and the sun was still 25609|And the long day was done. 25609|How shall we take the air, 25609|Mother, by the door? 25609|The germina is blown like a spark, 25609|The germina is pecked with black; 25609|And the germina is green and bright. 25609|This is the house where the germina is built. 25609|Here is the tulip seen in its white! 25609|Here be the blackbird orchamed rose! 25609|And when the daisies have all been turned, 25609|How shall we take them, mother queen? 25609|We take them by the left leg, 25609|Under the orchard tree; 25609|We take them by the right ======================================== SAMPLE 821 ======================================== 2620|And the red sun-rays trembling; 2620|Thou shalt have thy dreams to-day 2620|And the world will have thy sway, 2620|And the stars will weave their chain 2620|Round thy feet without a stain-- 2620|And the stars will weave their chain 2620|Only as the stars can weave 2620|Sunder after midnight-veils, 2620|These shall sing thy song of dreams, 2620|And thy dreams shall be as gleams 2620|Of the sun-rays on the seas, 2620|And thy life as fairy-bright 2620|And thy life as light and air 2620|And thy songs as happy dreams. 2620|When the great organ's roll, 2620|With its roll of sound and strife, 2620|As if a harp were touched and burned-- 2620|And its strings were molten, 2620|Sudden as a sudden thought, 2620|With sudden beauty, 2620|Lit by the sunset-red 2620|And perfect vision of a young 2620|Birth-tide angel, named Thine Own; 2620|Then shalt thou rise, a virgin soul, 2620|From out the starry past, 2620|And be to me an altar-ring, 2620|A virgin mother, at my side 2620|Reverent, yet teaching me 2620|Of all thy glorious works denied 2620|And thine all glorious mysteries. 2620|O, how I long to reach thy hands, 2620|O Mother of the Sisterhood 2620|Of Bethlehem! I would not choose 2620|Thee for myself; and would not choose 2620|Thee for my sisterhood, 2620|But for myself and for the Child. 2620|I would not give a brother's hand 2620|Whose blood should run in such a course 2620|As mine should bleed for thee. 2620|I would not give a loving heart 2620|Whose love should run along, 2620|To take thee in so pure a tide, 2620|Nor leave thee cold and still. 2620|I would not give a loving heart 2620|Whose love should run along, 2620|Until my heart should have thee so 2620|Obedient to my will. 2620|To be where thou art not to me 2620|And to no other than to thee, 2620|O blessed Virgin, Mother! 2620|To serve thee, and to part from thee, 2620|O blessed, virgin heart! 2620|To follow, and to love thee; and to dwell 2620|There with the love I did not tell, 2620|Thou sweeter than the breath of flowers 2620|Or bells upon the shore of Time, 2620|Or the soft sound of silver bells 2620|Gathered from many a wind-flushed shell 2620|Unknown, unseen, unheard! 2620|To lie with thee, and watch, and wait 2620|Until thy spirit meets mine eyes-- 2620|Until I see, perchance, the gate 2620|Which opes to thee and thine, 2620|Shall open, and the perfect day 2620|Be fully blazed with light, 2620|And the new morning, Love! rejoice; 2620|For I am ready now. 2620|Thou knowest, Love, they say is best, 2620|And I with bitterness, 2620|And not with fear! each morning, lest 2620|I fall where I would fall! 2620|Who knows what God is doing 2620|Is not afraid, and knowing 2620|There is no evil in the world 2620|No harm, no evil in the world 2620|There is no good: 2620|Only the good God sees 2620|What is for all and whosoe'er 2620|Is for the soul, and not for thee-- 2620|Forgive me! Forgive me! 2620|The day sets in the east, 2620|The night stands at the height 2620|Where my Love-star begins to rise-- 2620|Beginning to love-dreams, 2620|Tired and white. 2620|But no light knows, Love, it is dark, 2620|And when the night begins 2620|With stars tangled in the west ======================================== SAMPLE 822 ======================================== , with the white-walled windows. 3650|I saw them, as the morning came 3650|Prone at our feet, the tall and sombre 3650|Missal of Prester John in Rome; - 3650|A Roman gentleman, 'twas plain; 3650|And though, I _knowed_ them, they were fain 3650|To leave your _loyalty_ behind them. 3650|'Twas plain that one so loved the Lord, 3650|And loved His hand, and loved His word, 3650|And not by either of His nod, 3650|But in the Holy Ghost of God. 3650|For all the loves which sanctify 3650|Our fount of self-willed souls must know 3650|Are sanctified by that high love 3650|Which knows and follows on all below. 3650|In that great utterance of His bliss 3650|We may not fail to hold this too. 3650|To keep, if not too much, from this. 3650|If we may trust the Holy Ghost 3650|God grants no "Oh" for our delight - 3650|A _feel_, a _feel_, a _will_, a _might_. 3650|The "spot" of Evil, and the "wicket," 3650|The "picket" and the "little plate," 3650|The certainty of Satan aided 3650|To make Divine elections great: 3650|This is a sign for souls secure, 3650|Of purifying Paradise. 3650|There is a soul, if truly given, 3650|That loves the Evil; and the Good 3650|There is, if it should prove too Heaven, 3650|Of finding in Its "Oh" no _bein_. 3650|We see no soul that lacks supplies 3650|In all that kind of useful zeal 3650|And faith that strives from righteousness 3650|To enter charity; we feel, 3650|Being so weak and frail and blind, 3650|The devil's self in such a mind, 3650|He quits the shrine, and we pass hence - 3650|Into the "World ofeds" for "Hence!" 3650|With the sins of all past times adorning. 3650|With souls serene, although reproving; 3650|With eyes which, though their sight is dire, 3650|Seem yet inclined to bow and sue, 3650|Stained by the blood of hell to Gory. 3650|With hands outstretch'd, as who should say, 3650|"Garl on," when, on the Holy Foe, 3650|Our hearts, through sinful Martyrs, stray; 3650|With souls, which, while they humbly pray, 3650|Can never be too late for pay. 3650|And, though no better sight or cure 3650|To men of earth may be denied, 3650|The Foe may stand as straight and sure 3650|As either Ghost is standing _side_. 3650|And feel, if man could only stand 3650|Before the stark and staring land; 3650|That he who fell dispels the hand 3650|Of him who seeks his fellow-man, 3650|And strips a "rent rag" from his hand, 3650|Would be content, and so shake pen, 3650|That, when his own is saved again, 3650|He'll stand the shock of stone and steel. 3650|And when the awful judgement-day 3650|Of God exacts his fixed design, 3650|And, with that awful sentence, cleaves 3650|The hearts of all, their destined slaves - 3650|He, who with heart-felt love gives birth 3650|To every ill, to every good, 3650|And, with some good and strong emprize, 3650|Shows the same martyrdom in heaven: 3650|He, with heart clear and undefiled, 3650|The bosom of a martyr child, 3650|By force and fraud and foul-deceit 3650|Is forced to kneel and kiss her feet; 3650|And on the innocent's last days 3650|Heaping the soil's bewildering ways, 3650|His own to make for only her 3650|Sign of obedience and conformity. 3650|He feels as if a childish ======================================== SAMPLE 823 ======================================== . 29358|Then was the Queen the death she sought and feared; 29358|But when her daughter's husband came to meet 29358|The last word, and a-looking at the feet, 29358|He leapt towards her, and with arms outspread 29358|He rushed unto her, and stood by her and said: 29358|"Sister and father, all your ways have been 29358|A-flowering, and the end shall come to nought; 29358|And every thing upon this head of mine 29358|Shall be for this, and e'er the fates be shear, 29358|And thou be praised indeed, e'en this alone, 29358|Since Turnus, fated from whatever throne, 29358|With Trojan fires this land shall crown my son!" 29358|She spake, and weeping would have kissed him there, 29358|And crying, "Why, sister, dost thou ask the heir 29358|Of Teucrian lands a homesman scarce can bear? 29358|But, sister, let the landsman be his bride, 29358|And take what Latium shall be mine beside." 29358|But he, in tears and pity, and in dread, 29358|Seemed thinking, if the wife he could not wed, 29358|"Ah, father, since the God hath not allowed 29358|This little space to sojourn or endure! 29358|My place is here: so Jove will give you leave, 29358|And all your days must go and come to me; 29358|Nor shall this land, this long-desired land, 29358|Bid Turnus stay to bless this loving hand, 29358|Or else Juturna and his town's misdeeds 29358|Leave him, to wander and to fall in weeds." 29358|Then spake to her the mother of his bride: 29358|"Woman and woman, shall it be, that you 29358|Shall bear my word, and from your house return; 29358|And when the wedding is, and when the house 29358|Is fashioned, and you learn the marriage-feast, 29358|Then shall it be your doom to wander hence, 29358|And take these words of mine, the house to mate, 29358|And bear these words of wedlock unto death." 29358|So for the last a woman's death she grieves, 29358|And, shedding tears, to Turnus thus she cries: 29358|No faithless husband shall we wed again; 29358|And you shall live a happier life for me, 29358|Lest me, my house, hereafter wed in twain." 29358|So on him sent he sorrow. But at length 29358|Ascanius spake, and with his words replied: 29358|"What may this be, O father, Latin guest, 29358|That you come forth? He shall receive with me 29358|Both wife and son, a daughter, and a bride: 29358|But he shall bear a brother's name for me, 29358|Athletian, that hath gotten such renown, 29358|The father's friends, the very God his own." 29358|Then spake the Queen of Sion, and the hall 29358|With-oute was so great a wedding-tide, 29358|That every man in haste might wish to see 29358|As it had been the habit of his bride: 29358|And there were mirth and music all of gold, 29358|And a fair wedding-feast in store for them, 29358|And on the day beside the twos couch stood, 29358|Hoping they should return to Jove's abode. 29358|Then spake the sire of Gods and men the rest: 29358|"Ye maidens, speed ye on, and come to court; 29358|Such as ye may devise in empty halls 29358|For wedding-feast, and no good wine that waits 29358|For Latin house, for thin or passing fair; 29358|But we, a race of men, shall not repair, 29358|Nor shall, or e'en Apollo, or the fates, 29358|Or Sibyl, or great Ajax, or the brave 29358|Hector, the very arms of mighty Jove. 29358|But haste, and beg from him the lovely prize, 29358|The very ======================================== SAMPLE 824 ======================================== , 10493|He's been forced to be a horse 10493|If he takes another horse 10493|It's a shame to ride on, as a jest did from me; 10493|And if I'm to go to the meadow, 10493|I'm to order the soup for us both. 10493|And we've a right to sit together, 10493|And to cook the soup for us both. 10493|I hope this lot will better 10493|Be the rule of the regular bill; 10493|For we'll let the soup be examined, 10493|And it will then be no disgrace. 10493|The present of this year 10493|Is not the first time I shall look 10493|Upon the history 10493|Of that old savage animal 10493|Of which I knew a friend and brother; 10493|But it will be my future, now, 10493|That, though it has not been my care, 10493|It was pulled down in a year, 10493|And crushed and broken in a year, 10493|When we found that it was good. 10493|You come a social season 10493|When all is fresh and free, 10493|When sparkling bells and banners 10493|Are floating in the breeze; 10493|When laurels red before me 10493|Are standing in the box, 10493|And all the valiant soldiers 10493|Are fighting for the box. 10493|The city o' London, the crowded streets, the air 10493|that wink from London Bridge, 10493|Are quicked with fever, and where is the train 10493|that brings me to London 10493|In the dark mists of London? 10493|To the southward. 10493|The old city has been there 10493|Since yesterday, 10493|I think, with its courtyard 10493|And park, and plaisaunce, 10493|There is a high street and street 10493|That rises from the hill, 10493|And as I wonder, 10493|I sometimes think, when the mist 10493|Has grown between my eyes, 10493|There is a window 10493|That drops to me from the sky, 10493|And as I linger I turn 10493|To gaze upon it, 10493|But see no window 10493|Or gap in any one, 10493|I am afraid to enter 10493|And look into the sun. 10493|There is a street in London 10493|Where the river runs between 10493|The houses of my father 10493|And my mother does not walk, 10493|She does not smell the dust 10493|That fills her aged breast, 10493|And the shawl she struts across 10493|Is blown into the West. 10493|She takes the finest pasture 10493|That my poor stomach fords is at; 10493|By her she drains the best milk 10493|That my old stomach grunts out, 10493|But as for other people 10493|She never has enough. 10493|There is a road through Oxford 10493|That is paved well with stones 10493|From the overlanders 10493|To the home of any one of those 10493|That have wandered through St. James's. 10493|But to-day 10493|The railroad speeds so well. 10493|And if it crosses London 10493|In a night, 10493|I hope we'll pass it merely 10493|Before the rain comes down, 10493|For it's home. 10493|Home, mother, and your children! 10493|Home wherever you go; 10493|You are going out a long time, 10493|Or else the place will go. 10493|On the broad highway, 10493|Where snow lies thick and deep, 10493|You'll stretch up -- you are going out, 10493|And then return to sleep. 10493|If you go out, mother, 10493|By night or day, 10493|You will find the golden gate 10493|Where all of you are going, 10493|But when you have climbed to it 10493|You'll go out blind. 10493|You will not lift the latch, mother; 10493|The cold worn anvil waits, 10493|And the measured sawdust waits 10493| ======================================== SAMPLE 825 ======================================== , 1004|And of thy load of sorrow, which a spirit 1004|Carrying him onward passes, he is singing, 1004|Wherefore if I appear to thee unmeasured, 1004|Cast down, and make myself as much abhorred, 1004|As was the dole, thy treasure and thy pain." 1004|Whence she to me: "Do thou for me the grace, 1004|Which makes me people of the other world, 1004|For the sweet climate that thou exhalest. 1004|And I shall be a sun among thy ashes; 1004|A mellow light my going shall attend me. 1004|Thou living love, that upward dost ingaze, 1004|Give me to face so beautiful a father, 1004|That I shall look on him and wait for ever, 1004|As little do the people who are melting! 1004|Of how more dear and pleasing seem designs 1004|To me, and to thyself, unless thou thinkest 1004|That the eternal judgment unto every 1004|Will be the fresh replenishment that thou art. 1004|The perfect blood, that to the veins is spilt, 1004|And flowing from the veins, and in the figure 1004|Of all that is within the intellect, 1004|Allots, and Naples, and the Verdugvola; 1004|Not by their inspiration are they marshalled; 1004|They drop their arrow ere it dart into them, 1004|And all of them drop one, and so leave off 1004|Thy intellect in their grave-vault, Thomas, 1004|Who might have been more fain unto than somewhat." 1004|Soon as the heart's desire was brought to this, 1004|New thought the beauteous eyes of me was seeking 1004|Who 'scaped as I to the adventures it 1004|Concealed, and who was weeping, I thus spake:-- 1004|"O my sweet Father, who in every woe 1004|Shed out by his own tears the Holy Spirit, 1004|By his own sorrows touched and peraded, 1004|Turn thyself round, and thou shalt know what heavy 1004|Will be before us, wholly from our sin, 1004|If Grace, which in the world is smitten with us, 1004|Come not to see us, and do thou repeat 1004|With single voice what a just vengeance fell 1004|From thy own people, at the gate of heaven, 1004|But tell us who thou art, and why thou camest." 1004|And I to him: "Show to me and declare, 1004|If thou dost come from Heaven, or come from Earth, 1004|To tell us of ourselves, if thou indeed 1004|Dost come not with us, following the fast 1004|We came by night, when thus our stile was broken." 1004|Thereat on the fourth dawn we still were beating, 1004|And said the Sages, "Let thy words explicit 1004|Be as thou sayst, and with thine own beseech thee." 1004|And the Sages lifted up their hands to heaven, 1004|These held their rakes, and with them my good Father, 1004|Who smiled a little, and with such great brow 1004|They did not turn his face from them, but rose, 1004|Saying to us: "Do thou then keep thy peace, 1004|For thou art peace, and thou the cause of this." 1004|And the Sages, too, as if Senderus, 1004|The third soul's father, still had us been stif'ring 1004|Into that life, had not a God his friend. 1004|Therefore, to think and act in mortal things, 1004|We seemed on just transgression towards them; 1004|And though a denizen of that law's freedom, 1004|'Tis not enough, but 'twill be well with us, 1004|That each created being is his neighbour, 1004|And each unto his own proportion sets. 1004|Suffice it that thou seest in thine own filth 1004|How vain a thing is creditors to those, 1004|Who keep and lend, and are to be exalted; 1004|How God keeps, and what is said and done not, ======================================== SAMPLE 826 ======================================== . 22382|the father of Ilus, who was son of Jove. He was son of 22382|Tzetzes. He was father to Ulysses, but he received no 22382|likeness to his father, whom Ulysses took as his own 22382|revel. See the book on this passage. 22382|Ulysses is the personification of the original. 22382|In his father's time his father's name was Tzetzes, the son of 22382|Neleus. After, having married Thoas, he came to the 22382|city of Ithaca as his son-in-law. 22382|{12} The gulf of Hell, which lies between Laertes and the 22382|Cyclopes, is about to fall into a sea of fatal and 22382|reversed. 22382|{20} See the note on the present passage. 22382|{20} Telemachus runs off at last with the prophecy which he 22382|signifies to the death of the hero. Penelope, the daughter of 22382|Nestor, son of Ithaemenes, falls in love with the 22382|maiden Eurymachus, whom he has left behind him. 22382|{21} The gulf of Hell opens to the wooers; they go in and out 22382|{22} Telemachus crosses the coast of Thrace, and reaches the 22382|city of Ithaca. 22382|{23} It is not quite a place of ambuscade, but an emerald cave 22382|appears to be the place where they bury attendants for 22382|pitiful suffering. It is a place of the utmost stretch of a 22382|high place, celebrated as Minos. His sons were slain in 22382|Ereuthalion and Amphimedon the son of Antiphates, and one 22382|commanded the son of Oedipus in his command over the isle 22382|Oceanus, the Sirens, the songs of the Muses. 22382|{24} Neptune was father to Amphimedon, and Hercules killed his 22382|brother by a loud voice, and when he sailed as a seaman it 22382|reminds him of doing so, yet it remains a place of resort. 22382|{25} See Book xiii. line 21. 22382|{25} The rock of Phlegethon, the island of Loios. 22382|{25} These islands are identified only by the followers of 22382|Antiphates, son of Eurymachus, who was son of Orchomenus 22382|{29} Telemachus. He was on the isle of Antiphates by the isle 22382|looked for as one who had been lately married to her husband 22382|Antiphates, but after he came to his own country he fell by his 22382|{31} The rock of the mainland is about to fall into solid earth, 22382|where the Pylians dwell in a city whose name is Crete, a town 22382|which is to be known only by the name of the Hellenes. 22382|{32} The rock of the Phlegethon, the island of the Locrians, was 22382|about to be seen floating through the great eddying from 22382|Leiops and Antiphates, in the country of Asia Minor. 22382|{29} Hitherto, Hitherto Teiresias, king of the Ionian Islands, 22382|has been betrayed by a flight of twenty-two ships by the deceit 22382|of those who were hostile, and many of the others had been 22382|transformed to a barbarous people. 22382|{32} I napija-Vary is the coast of Ithaca. 22382|{32} I suppose Teiresias had been married to him as he had 22382|been a father to Teiresias. He is the son of Ulysses, and I 22382|observe here that the two were for his wife's purposes most 22382|well fit. The old King of the Thesprotians having been 22382|reavers and citizens of the island of Calypso had been king 22382|at sea, with a cargo of gold in his ships, a cargo of horses 22382|{32} I take the whole voyage to be founded by the will of 22382|Phoenicians, but I ======================================== SAMPLE 827 ======================================== and their sons, their parents, 6652|In life's calm, perfect apathy. Look down, 6652|Look up! look down! 6652|Those whose young heads hung on the mountain-side 6652|For surfeit, like an aged father down, 6652|Bent backward, yet awaked, being not rude 6652|Or incense, now, and all their ills and joys 6652|Shall moulder to their dust: those sons shall be 6652|The servants of the gods. But ye, whose veins 6652|Throbbed with the work of gods, whom I behold 6652|This night, and when in his most hallowed shrine 6652|I worship, and I curse your solemn names 6652|Denied a moment, for me! for the son 6652|Of Saturn, and this infant of the gods 6652|Who sees his mother, yet is old too soon 6652|And, should I dare to name them, yet would hear 6652|How from the earth a father's name, a form 6652|Of the Saturnian Jove, might spring, I know, 6652|I would at once disclose to you and me, 6652|As to the nearest stars, the light of day 6652|On Jove's own altar, or the holy fires 6652|Of sacrifice, for worship. I will give 6652|My child to you, I need no other god. 6652|But, if to-morrow ye are sent to me, 6652|Why, take my boy, and bring the precious boy 6652|At once to your own shrine, your worship's place, 6652|With all his eyes, and all that is within. 6652|I hear the voices of the gods arise, 6652|My sense is cheated, and I tremble through, 6652|For now the god, whom I obey. 6652|My boy! my poor boy! thou art too young to love 6652|And live'st a life that is not too bad to be 6652|A victim; or I hate the god of light; 6652|Or thou wilt love me with thy bitter cup, 6652|And I am bitter to deserve thy love. 6652|Then, while thou drinkest there, the gods will smile 6652|In plenty-gifts but on thy table laid, 6652|And thou shalt look in plenty's blessed eyes,-- 6652|Yes! happy youth! and what a god for thee! 6652|What to this end, is Zeus' commands conceived, 6652|Nor know the guileful purpose of his heart, 6652|Now that he has fulfilled his happiness: 6652|The joy, the happiness, the strength of sense, 6652|All, all are just, and in that joy alone 6652|He lives. What, then! the gods, for such as we? 6652|But they shall not be ever and in vain 6652|My boy! my poor boy, why, he was mine. 6652|I am not any god--I look at him, 6652|And see his likeness from my heart,--my soul, 6652|O thou already blind, whom I adore,-- 6652|O thou already heedful! I, who hold 6652|The utmost earth and ocean in thine own, 6652|Am I not as thou sayest, knowing me 6652|I am the earth, and thou the heaven that shin'st 6652|At his command in heaven,--and then my breast, 6652|Where is it now? that life is all thine own. 6652|For though I am a god, yet is there life 6652|In thy eternal breast for every joy; 6652|Yet, if the radiant sun with his fierce beam 6652|Illume the world that was thy heaven and earth, 6652|I would rejoice to leave thee, were I not 6652|More ravish'd to the sight of gods and men! 6652|But, since I know thee in my thought thou art 6652|Ascendency of gods and men, I know 6652|Thy very place of worship is not changed; 6652|Aye, though I know not that which thou art all, 6652|And I should choose so to avoid the sight,-- 6652|I will not see thee in a god, believe 6652|That Zeus is of the gods the highest ======================================== SAMPLE 828 ======================================== . 3650|It is the most holy place, 3650|The fairest and the best 3650|Where any child of any age 3650|The scene of empire dressed. 3650|It is the very rose, 3650|The lily and the rose, 3650|The cloud and sunshine and the flowers, 3650|The secrets of the groves, 3650|The wondrous, open revelation, 3650|Of life and love divine. 3650|It is the very rose, 3650|The lily and the rose, 3650|The light and heat, 'tis seen in tints, 3650|In tint and lip and line, 3650|As when in Galilee 3650|Christ's blood-red banner shines. 3650|It is the very rose, 3650|The lily and the rose, 3650|The open revelation of the Word, 3650|The secret light that flows 3650|From out the illumined fountains of thought, 3650|And sparkling in their breast, 3650|Like springs that drink their precious wine, 3650|And in their secret depths may shine-- 3650|As on a crystal nest 3650|Of silver, white and fine, 3650|Lies my beloved one, 3650|The garden of my heart. 3650|O thou to whom my soul is dear, 3650|O rose in Heaven that no December bar, 3650|Blooming bride of my delight, 3650|From thy dear loveliness depart. 3650|Thou, in the calm of a clear night 3650|My spirit would dwell; 3650|Apart from all that haunts the sight, 3650|My blossom of life I would forget. 3650|O heart! that in thy tender might 3650|Hast failed to save, 3650|O wine of pride and gentle might, 3650|A garden of endless thought arise, 3650|Whence all but thy robin-voiced rain 3650|Makes music in pain! 3650|O thou to whom my soul is dear, 3650|O rose in Heaven that no December bar, 3650|Sweet heart, a home is given me here 3650|And my love is all in vain! 3650|Gently they came from the village, 3650|The little man and the baby, 3650|The scullion, the widow, the master, 3650|They all lived out of a day. 3650|He was always a schoolmaster, 3650|He was always a schoolmaster, 3650|He also had pigs in the hay. 3650|There were some things growing wrongly, 3650|Some things blinded with error, 3650|Some things put in front of the earth, 3650|Some men were bad, and all rotten, 3650|And some were horrid and mad. 3650|And this is the reason still, 3650|While the little man and the baby are crying, 3650|The little man and the baby fighting 3650|With Death is the best of a lot. 3650|The little man and the baby fighting 3650|Death is a terrible race. 3650|And Death is a terrible race. 3650|The baby that keeps his cradle, 3650|The baby that keeps his bed, 3650|But only fit for his supper 3650|He knows he's a naughty baby, 3650|And so does the doctor rave. 3650|He was always mother and horrid, 3650|The baby he fondly fetched: 3650|When he found his promise broken, 3650|He doubted his luck at the last. 3650|And he is so blamed, he was scolded, 3650|And will for the future do; 3650|Though with malice his lips he mended, 3650|He knows that his life was bad. 3650|The baby that keeps his cradle, 3650|The baby that just grew up, 3650|And never knew what he had done. 3650|He was frightened, he was a coward, 3650|And could only remain at the last, 3650|But his mother looked over his shoulder 3650|And said he was scolded too soon. 3650|And then he was sore defeated 3650|By the wonderful visit he made. 3650|He was washed and he was whitened, 3650|And ======================================== SAMPLE 829 ======================================== . 34215|The Sun comes out with a great light, 34215|And the little stars twinkle and twinkle-- 34215|The little lanterns twinkle and glitter,-- 34215|And all the Evening's sky is bright, 34215|And Day sits on his old moss-ground, 34215|And Night sits on the old moss-ground. 34215|Sing the old song, the old lay, 34215|Time so fleet you cannot cover 34215|With your song so warm and lover 34215|As to-night from all the lea! 34215|Sing the old song, the old lay, 34215|Time so fleet you cannot cover 34215|With your song so warm and lover 34215|As to-night from all the lea! 34215|"Oh!" the sweetest song, the sweetest ever sung, 34215|The wildest note that floated on the wind,-- 34215|That ever smote the ear of young Desire-- 34215|That ever filled the lover's cup of bliss,-- 34215|That ever filled the lover's cup of bliss,-- 34215|Odour was the bridegroom's dower! 34215|Sing the old song, the old lay, 34215|Time so fleet you cannot cover 34215|With your song so warm and lover,-- 34215|So to-night from all the lea! 34215|"Oh!" the sweetest song, the sweetest ever sung, 34215|The wildest note that floated on the wind,-- 34215|That ever filled the lover's cup of bliss,-- 34215|That ever filled the lover's cup of bliss,-- 34215|Odour was the bridegroom's dower! 34215|And many years ago, 34215|When all the world was gay with May,-- 34215|With sunshine in the sky, 34215|And laughing waves on high,-- 34215|How pleasant was the jubilee! 34215|How glad the jocund lay! 34215|How glad the jocund lay! 34215|And often when the summer sun 34215|Was slanting down the west, 34215|How sweetly sang the lark-- 34215|How merry was the jubilee! 34215|And often as I hear 34215|The merriest wind in March,-- 34215|How merry in the spring-- 34215|How merrily, merrily 34215|The gay-sark crouds the caw, 34215|How blithely matron-dances; 34215|How soberly the redwing; 34215|How soberly the redwing! 34215|And all that lazy vagrant 34215|Of the peevish followers of Song and Verse, 34215|How soberly the redwing! 34215|Ah! no one wants to say, 34215|"A lovelier lass no more 34215|Is charming in her way 34215|Than doth my love this day 34215|"All hail! thou feathery Palm! 34215|Bright as the gowan's birth, 34215|No winter's cold can pierce thee; 34215|For I have heard thee moan, 34215|And deeply mourn for me; 34215|For I have known thee wave, 34215|And blessed the earth for me; 34215|And I have known, oh green! 34215|"The green-soul'd maiden whom I loved, 34215|A voice from out the leaves hath crept, 34215|A love that is not broken-hearted, 34215|Nor angry, nor disheartened. 34215|A gentle wind, and an unfathomed tree, 34215|And not an angry echo: 34215|To me the sigh, the tear are only 34215|The deadlier music to me than the sea 34215|Or to the summer-finished flowers, 34215|But to the dead, sweet flowers! 34215|"To me! to me!" the solemn prayer, 34215|Which said my heart is stone; 34215|To me the answer is divine, 34215|And I have found an overgrown, 34215|Where Memory and I alone behold 34215|The phantoms of the grass and lichens cold,-- 34215|The phantoms of the summer and the night,-- 34215|And it has been ======================================== SAMPLE 830 ======================================== , 32262|Who will take her by the hand. 32262|The world stands a pawn world 32262|In a handmade gold, 32262|Where the world is a pawn world, 32262|But to a fool sold. 32262|Then give away the dreams of joy, 32262|That men may scale a price, 32262|A beggar may live to a crown, 32262|For a past is poor. 32262|And if a great man climb the hill 32262|And wander to the plain, 32262|The world to him will pay a quill 32262|For a hero slain. 32262|What matter? 'tis my arm 32262|Is sure to conquer all: 32262|I do not even scorn a mean, 32262|To a fool am born. 32262|I would to God in heaven 32262|And a child to me, 32262|Pledge the poor worm-eaten few 32262|The great man's heart can see. 32262|Though we should sup too soon, you know; 32262|We never ate in spring, 32262|Nor drank in rippling rills, nor fecked 32262|By any in our sing. 32262|God's power is a power 32262|That can determine all: 32262|He makes our foolish head afraid, 32262|And makes us trust in him. 32262|He may despise our foolish pride 32262|And petty things of heart, 32262|But mostly looks, and only sees 32262|What is most miserable. 32262|We cannot eat our bread, we know, 32262|Or drink our wine too soon, 32262|Until by spite and sultry reason, 32262|We burst into a fool. 32262|The evil that has no beginning 32262|Shall never find it out: 32262|Heaven is the only medicine 32262|That makes us blind about. 32262|We are blind, as blind can be; 32262|We are blind as dead can be; 32262|God's power is a might to give, 32262|And God's supreme delight. 32262|The devil has no power to hurt you, 32262|Nor loosen you from thence: 32262|He does not use you to his power 32262|To rob you of their sense. 32262|The common Creator, not made God, 32262|Stood ever present with you, 32262|And if he did, he would not have thee, 32262|As other men do, too. 32262|O, let the Christ within thee never 32262|His likeness should forget, 32262|But ever and anon thereafter 32262|Keep thine own forgetful care! 32262|For He that never will restore thee 32262|Shall come no more than die, 32262|And thou shalt live a second life, 32262|And then shalt hunger die. 32262|The soul that makes no mockery 32262|Of goodness it forgets, 32262|Shall go from us like easy breeze 32262|When we have had our fill, 32262|And like birds, flying to and fro, 32262|We fall into the dust below; 32262|And all our good and ill, 32262|That is not on us, is not there. 32262|So many countries, say you so, 32262|These foursome days ago, 32262|In all their corners, left and right, 32262|The same who taught me this delight, 32262|And taught me all they knew. 32262|And so, to fill their own replies, 32262|Give me a third part then, 32262|Give my fifth mainly, let the two, 32262|Whose individual lives then grew 32262|In knowledge and in need, 32262|Together linked, like birds, to be, 32262|In joy and sorrow joined, 32262|Shall happy be, and bless the two. 32262|This little piece is a true story, 32262|Not often told, of the famed martyr-heroics. This is the 32262|following, of the famous "De Monarchia." It was the first of 32262|The world rolls in its ancient race 32262|Of grief and strife, 32262|The world that was so sad and grey 32262|No help, no grace. 32262 ======================================== SAMPLE 831 ======================================== . _The World's Slipper_, IV. 7. 32262|"Eddi" is a small island, II. 1. 32262|"Would that I could ride," Author T. Luce L. Baine. 32262|_On a Morningink, with a Y Z Y Z Y Z Y Z Y Z Z Z Z. 32262|On a Morningink, with a Y Z Z Y Z Z. 32262|_Et aetate_, T. de nihil. 32262|_The Book which we to-day are to read_ 32262|_Is the indeed of life, not of being dead_ 32262|_The World is the real; we must despair_ 32262|_Et aetate_, T. in this element. 32262|E. S. Cicely, _S._ is an old camp-ground. 32262|In David's time the world was new: 32262|The world grew wise and wisdom knew. 32262|In David's time God made us so,-- 32262|And here, we live in simple truth, 32262|He shows us, in those early youth, 32262|What have we learned of fiery youth. 32262|"Life in the tree was not a dream,"-- 32262|E. S. Baine, _E. S._ is an old camp-ground. 32262|_So, for a few brief hours of perfect youth_ 32262|_We sang sweet songs, and in these latter days_ 32262|_Recalled the beauty of the world, and truth_ 32262|_And in this age, one only month and year_ 32262|_Forgot the lore of ages, and their use_ 32262|_Recalled the wit of gods, and things, and laws_ 32262|_And we that went from heaven, and could not know_ 32262|_Of other worlds, what I have been and how_ 32262|_Loves over all_,--and this I say again 32262|To hear in some far place,--and not to hear 32262|In a strange land, but near where all men fare_ 32262|_And where is Delilah, and where is Priscin,_ 32262|_And where is Janishkisyda, and where 32262|"The Kankakee and the Chaucer both," (ll.rations to ff.) 32262|_Where the great scholars of the East and Light_ 32262|_Grope in the shade, whence come that heavenly might_ 32262|_In the far West?_--And that the Word which is 32262|_Thus in our hearts--'tis but a tale of dreams_ 32262|_In that far land?_--And yet indeed we know 32262|That they will come to us, at early dawn, 32262|And when the sun on that high Eastern coast 32262|Sends the first gray-shafts of his earliest sail, 32262|Our dreaming hearts must closer each to each 32262|Our little children, and our little souls, 32262|So let '_Those bright waters of the universe,_ 32262|_Make no vain pretense_ 32262|_To lift us as a wave, to bear away 32262|The sunshine of our dreams,--too dreamlessly_ 32262|_Till the last stirring of the day_ 32262|_Shall drop upon the grass her starry crown_.-- 32262|Hither we know the story of the world, 32262|Saw its pale angels to their earthly graves, 32262|Dwelt in its fair first June, when life and thought 32262|Were all fulfilled, and all was still renewed; 32262|When God made man a child, and, after death, 32262|His first, his second, drew our first from life, 32262|And on our hearts, with an intenser love, 32262|Shone that most burningly had risen up 32262|To glad the dawn, with its great dawn, and pierced 32262|The heart of man, and pierced his mother's heart. 32262|But now, what is their errand? Not to us 32262|Can Heaven help other lives; and yet perhaps 32262|In a strange land, an unexpected star, 32262|There shone the truth of heaven and earth and man. 32262|I shall behold again, from that first time, 32262 ======================================== SAMPLE 832 ======================================== ." This is probably a wiser opinion." 1004|"O my sweet Father, what is written best 1004|For me, who am in heaven above, and earth below?" 1004|To which I, who with utterly articulgence 1004|Imputed, answered: "Sire, thy words allure me, 1004|So that I may increase thy zeal, they still 1004| advance me up, distressed, and to tears 1004|Cannot be well accompanied by prayer." 1004|"When I had grown up into that glorious shape 1004|Of which I excreasses me, I forthwith 1004|Desiring vigour, and me still more bent 1004|On upward gazing, with me I the eyes 1004|Of my Conductor turned, and downward bent 1004|My face, and I beheld his shoulders, armed 1004|In visage, glorious. And as at the first 1004|The ray is wholly quenched, when splendor is 1004|In heav'n, and all the welkin brightens as much, 1004|So, at that prompt and ready both together, 1004|Presented stood the head of that fair flower, 1004|Which to that sweet fruition me sufficed. 1004|Joyful I turn'd, and, "With that Lady bright 1004|Who to the sheenest counsels thou of Heaven 1004|To Paphos down from light'ning recks it not," 1004|Was every spirit. Thus the words instill'd 1004|From that blest ardour, gladsome the excess 1004|Of my glad influence: for, "Let not your hope 1004|Haply with joy be derided, which, 1004|Though high, with much preluence my will 1004|Far more to swiftness than of other's joy, 1004|Yet with this cordial and this glad cheer, 1004|Of th' everlasting life the pledge I make, 1004|That, all who in this spice of love are nam'd, 1004|So may your tuneful tribe still praise to God 1004|Your guerdon, who to you nor gold nor earth 1004|For otherwise to give hath no return." 1004|Then of them one began. "The glorious life 1004|Slept in thy glory, in that amber light, 1004|Where's who with thee conspir'd to take the good, 1004|And, in believing, to his utmost wish 1004| Hel silence imposed upon all weeping, Himself forgetting 1004|Lucia: in like manner thy glory sinks 1004|Twixt earth and the lov'd laurel, dark and such 1004|The last hour's glory, for that also thine 1004|Takes from the laurel all her sapience. This 1004|Look on, and, O ye stars! be witness all 1004|The brood of your proud light: for, in that spark, 1004|Which follows in your view, seems as he not 1004|Ever ready to be hid; but, as I deem'd, 1004|Here is the man, whose guilt is his's anchors 1004|Up in the world, and so doth him for you 1004|Take from the world such freedom, that he wish not 1004|Your image still in his bosom painted, 1004|Which is with life and will, as I have here. 1004|That is his soul, and of the which to thee 1004|All future times were busied in this way, 1004|Would seem of its sweet song to the world's ear, 1004|When thou didst hear the cry: 'Of every birth, 1004|Though child of him, against the ancient law 1004|Of his glory, in the happy to be fix'd, 1004|As their laws made, to the one righteous path 1004|Pointed and closely mark'd, whence he for you 1004|And for his redemption, which the world 1004|Might indignation draw from him. There is room, 1004|Amid this light, at life's full welling up, 1004|In for ever, where shall be his mortality; 1004|A room, where all creations now are joyn'd, 1004|Emp vested to the heavens, by the blest quire 1004|Of their triumphant reign: near him each one 1004|May live, and ======================================== SAMPLE 833 ======================================== from his lips, and made a smile. 1382|"What are yon lights on one's face in heaven? 1382|Which are the dews of man's despair?" 1382|"O'er yonder rivulet I will wend." 1382|"To the sea-girt islands I'll have war!" 1382|"There are stars many, many a star: 1382|But the blue ones in the sea of midnight 1382|Know not of me, or care for me. 1382|I'd rather have my soul in heaven 1382|Than be whole 'neath any alien skies. 1382|If 'twere for ever passion lies 1382|'Twixt earth and seas, I'd rather be 1382|Divided by the eye of heaven 1382|Than have the face that it must see. 1382|It will outbuild awhile my heaven 1382|To see the sun's last smile, and then 1382|To die as soon as he's begun. 1382|But there's a better issue than 1382|A day or two of life in one. 1382|"O'er many a sea of love and longing, 1382|Thou art my soul's sole exphony, 1382|And I can walk the earth forever, 1382|With heart and sail, and sense and spirit, 1382|Each day unto its sunset goal." 1382|And though I love the earth, though I 1382|Love each thing more or all the live, 1382|Thou art the soul, thou art the soul, 1382|And I can see and touch and show 1382|Thy spirit's constancy and know. 1382|And though I loved the earth more dearly 1382|Than is most dear or all the earth, 1382|Yet love me now, though 'twere not lonely, 1382|For thou art worthy to be mine; 1382|And though the time be poison-time 1382|That breaks my heart or spoils my rest, 1382|Thy memory of all my gladness 1382|Shall make a dreadful memory of the dead. 1382|The great green trees grow quietly again. 1382|The great green trees grow slowly, tall and fair, 1382|Waving their trunks softly, patiently-- 1382|Waiting again to kindly hands and hands 1382|The gray-haired interpreter. 1382|The great green trees grow slowly, tall and dense; 1382|The grim green wind is blowing softly and slow, 1382|And now the last woodpecker's mellow whistle 1382|Sounds faintly far below. 1382|There's a shadow of fading bitterness 1382|Across the purple cherry-bloom, 1382|And the shadow of white, grey leaves, 1382|And the shadow of white maple. 1382|The young Spring flowers are standing still 1382|Upon the river bank in the air. 1382|The sweet Spring flowers are blowing 1382|In a languorous row. 1382|The black birds rest in happy undergrowth; 1382|The huge, brown leaves are creeping slowly, quietly. 1382|And, far below, the blue blue of tender cloud, 1382|The blue-grey sky, 1382|Bending its lifted, dream-like face 1382|So tenderly, 1382|Is lying quietly where the sky 1382|Is lying, 1382|A floating quietly, and silently 1382|A flower, like some sad, last freshly-beaten place. 1382|It breaks upon the dusty air 1382|To throw some starry gem, 1382|While over its pale lap, a star, 1382|Reflected from its sepulchre, 1382|Hangs, and for ever lies in the blue-grey sky! 1382|It is not a bird, 1382|But a lonely being, with whom life's dark dream 1382|Is never an echo of time's silver beam; 1382|Who never has dropped a tear 1382|For regret, not a hope, that is never a dream, 1382|Who smiles in its smile and then lies down 1382|A year, in the season of blossoms and dew, 1382|Through the summers of blossoms, through days in the blue. 1382|They tell of you, say they, 1382|In the Summer's day; 1382| ======================================== SAMPLE 834 ======================================== , his mother, now so poor and slight, 8187|Saw, as they clung at her, her darling boy, 8187|And caught him with her tresses full of light, 8187|His eye still glowing as he wandered by, 8187|And her cool cheek beneath his burning eye. 8187|There, while the tempest of that tempest blew, 8187|Thoughtful he stood, and pondering how to reach 8187|The place whence all his thoughts had been before; 8187|While vainly from his mind the Demon tore, 8187|And made this struggling, thrilling, sceneless speech-- 8187|"Let not the fiends who haunt these dreary ways, 8187|Disturb this lake from which that lake must cease: 8187|No, let it cease!--let some wild legend see 8187|Of our lost Arthur and of his infancy-- 8187|"And let some impious hand touch that small lake 8187|For which he sought for Heaven and found in me 8187|The only fitting shore, where he might rest, 8187|And sleep, where only drops of this warm nest 8187|Might not o'er wake him, but shall send him there 8187|To whom the pure, sweet spirit of woman's prayer 8187|Shall evermore breathe forth, in blessing and despair." 8187|So thought the maid--but soon the closing sigh 8187|Of that sweet lake echoed the words she spoke, 8187|And the fond charm, that made each faint-toned sigh 8187|Fast to the waters, trembled as he spoke; 8187|And while she murmured, those bright shades, that shed 8187|Their moon-beam o'er the waves, crept slowly to her bed. 8187|"Mona, what means true love?--the light and air, 8187|The blue sky and the violet hills of Greece-- 8187|What means true wakening from this dark despair 8187|Even in a momentary dream of bliss? 8187|"The starlight and the moonlight--and the sun 8187|"Are all of them forgotten--in such cloud 8187|"As they are not, they drift along the sky 8187|"Each with its gem and star, as earth and heaven are passing by! 8187|"Mona, these castles look as castles--there 8187|"Are towers--there is a city--where, oh! where 8187|"Are all of them--and that which once was fair? 8187|"That is my own--what once was heaven and earth? 8187|"Let earth, and sky, and ocean, all be one-- 8187|"One heart, one soul, each virtue, and one heaven-- 8187|"One hope, one heaven--and one eternal spring-- 8187|"One glory--and one doom, O too too like birth, 8187|"So fatal--that for which the young are born-- 8187|"From heaven--(oh! too like that death, which brings 8187|"The death of sin over my soul in heaven)-- 8187|"When I sink back to life, alas! for them, 8187|"No, let me die! _'Tis not the light of day 8187|"That makes the morning glorious still to stray, 8187|"No, let me die, for this, O too unlike 8187|"The life that life in which the whole is rife, 8187|"And which, wherever that may not abide, 8187|"And which may not survive shall be denied; 8187|"But this shall surely change, as time shall glide 8187|"Around the mighty limbs of earth below-- 8187|"So the first heaven shall then one heart supply 8187|"With everlasting light; while I remain 8187|"Beneath the sky, that never looks on me, 8187|"And hence, oh, far above! but dimly, far 8187|"Beyond the light of day! Yet--ye are a star 8187|"That rises o'er me and those smiling eyes 8187|"I have loved long and dearly, long, too well! 8187|"Oh, vanisht sight of those dark, narrow skies! 8187|"One more--that earth--O stay! not dazzled sight-- 8187|"Fold all your pinions with those tresses bright: 8187| ======================================== SAMPLE 835 ======================================== 24869|In semblance young and beautiful. 24869|Then with the Day-God’s child he hied, 24869|With Sítá he had scarcely paced, 24869|And on the bed, by Sítá placed, 24869|He found the hero standing nigh; 24869|Still with one hand he clung and pressed 24869|The hero to his eager breast. 24869|“Come, Sítá,” thus he cried “bestow 24869|The gift of Ráma for my bow, 24869|And grant my life a tranquil lot, 24869|This day my bow in hand I shot.” 24869|He ceased: and Ráma, standing nigh, 24869|Addressed the holy saint on high: 24869|“Come, Ráma, give thy bow, thy mace, 24869|And drive my shaft to Ráma’s race, 24869|And Ráma, great in glory, see, 24869|Opposed to love, my brother’s me. 24869|Come, let us scale the mountain’s side, 24869|And let our hands the bow divide, 24869|And for our heads the arrows shower 24869|A shower of shafts to slay and power. 24869|This day, O Ráma, I appear 24869|A lion of the mighty spear, 24869|Unmatched in might, a serpent bred, 24869|A mangled wretch in mid-shieldred bed. 24869|But if my arrow cease to fly, 24869|Then shalt thou quit thine residence, 24869|And thou shalt gain a palm in size 24869|As lord supreme supremely wise.” 24869|Thus, by his heavenly words addressed, 24869|The chief of saints, in rapture, pressed. 24869|The prince, when his dear brother saw 24869|That bowstring twang, his spirits bowed, 24869|As on the glorious pair intent 24869|That to his well-loved arms they went. 24869|With many a tear his eyes o’erspread 24869|His brother’s soul with grief he shed, 24869|While, as he viewed the princely two 24869|With envy in his heart, he threw: 24869|“Not on the bow I deem thee: thou 24869|Art all the pride of Bharat now. 24869|Thy wife the princely Ráma, lead, 24869|That well-trained hero, far to be, 24869|Whose noble race would never fail 24869|In charms of form or grace of limb. 24869|Let Bharat, as the brave in fight, 24869|Who rules the king of men, enjoy 24869|His life and bliss by just and right 24869|Surpassed by one supremely blest. 24869|The lord of men the world’s delight, 24869|The warrior, in whose gentle might 24869|He lives and reigns in just and true 24869|With Daityas and his crew. 24869|Be thine the task to tell thy train 24869|Of coursers swift, and steeds that neigh 24869|To service of the charioteer. 24869|Be thine the task the hand to do 24869|With elephants at every rill, 24869|As coursers for the king contend, 24869|The elephant in hermits’( constituted) Lord(117)bid by his own hand, 24869|The driver(117) to the car of gold 24869|Forbade the king his royal son to hold: 24869|Then by permission of the God 24869|The hero’s consort he obeyed, 24869|And, with his mighty bow at side, 24869|To Bharat’s side his way retied. 24869|In days of yore, by force endued 24869|With bows from him and arrows keen 24869|He strained the horses to his own, 24869|And now in duty’s path had gone. 24869|To guard the chariot on the strand 24869|Ran Ráma now in angry mood: 24869|“Ráma is there,” he cried: and then 24869|Thy task be thine, O Prince, to do ======================================== SAMPLE 836 ======================================== ! thou shalt live! 27129|_Hear it, the protest of a heart, 27129|Who at length hath borne thee far apart._--[K] 27129|Love is long and late; Love is long 27129|And long that no place shall be 27129|For him that loved her well; and wrong, 27129|That no place shall be free: 27129|--Hear it, the protest of a heart, 27129|Who at length hath beene. 27129|_Ah! if the Lord ever shall give us back again 27129|Beauty, like the lilies of June, 27129|Shall lie in their place on the dust, 27129|And the long light that is late, 27129|Shall cover their ashes with noon. 27129|Though their dust be dust, my own._--[K] 27129|I have sung of a love that was false, 27129|And a love that is fals and is frail; 27129|I have sung of a love that is frail; 27129|But I know that my heart shall be frail; 27129|For the world must hear, "Songs that are sung." 27129|'Tis a pity. I sing of a love 27129|That is wholly true; 27129|I have sung of a love that is frail, 27129|But I know that my heart shall be frail; 27129|And the world shall hear, "Songs that are sung!" 27129|My love was once a lovely rose, 27129|And I have loved her longer, 27129|But I know that my love is soon flown, 27129|And I know that my love is longer. 27129|Oh! I have loved her longer, long, long; 27129|And I know we should never sever; 27129|But I know that my love is so strong, 27129|As he loves me no longer, never. 27129|I will sing of a love that was false, 27129|And a love that is falser; 27129|I will sing of a love not to hold, 27129|Though that love should hold. 27129|Tis a rose that is fair, and is bright, 27129|But I know that my love would be light; 27129|And I know that my love would be false, 27129|In this world where I woo and not woo. 27129|For I know that my love would be false, 27129|Though I know he would give me a new; 27129|And I know that he would be true, 27129|Though he find him no other than I. 27129|Though he find me no more, I will sing 27129|Of his false love, but still do a thing, 27129|And that I have vowed in my ear, 27129|I will learn, in some other place, 27129|What my love hath beheld of me. 27129|Then let me sing of his love, and how 27129|Thou hast loved me long and long, 27129|And I know that he loved me well, 27129|And that his heart was like to break. 27129|Then let me sing of his love, and how 27129|His heart was like to break. 27129|A red rose, in the garden growing, 27129|Blooms and blushes sweet and fair 27129|As the dew to the morning sunsets showing, 27129|Where the bees seek sweet honey there; 27129|A crimson rose, of days gone by, 27129|Whisper it, "Love, love, love!" 27129|A red rose, when the sun, a little older, 27129|Shines a rose-quill on my hand, 27129|And I sigh, "I have dreamed so sweetly, dearly, 27129|In the false love of thee and of thee," 27129|A white rose, when the sun sets, a rare rose 27129|Grows white on its stalk at fall of dew; 27129|But a red rose, when the sun, a lover, 27129|Rides white on its stalk to woo. 27129|A white rose, when the sun, a rover, 27129|Shines bright in its stalk at fall of dew; 27129|But a red rose, when the sun, a lover, 27129|Rides bright in its stalk to woo. 27129|A ======================================== SAMPLE 837 ======================================== of love. 2622|I walked with the grey-haired vicar to the gate, 2622|And talked with the dear saints by the convent gate; 2622|And I told the angel, Mary, of the soul 2622|That I had saved in peace, and pierced through whole 2622|The space of heaven with me and Mary's spouse. 2622|And Mary, Mary! sweet, sweet is the strain 2622|That floats through the pastures like a silver sea, 2622|And the soul is ever singing as in pain, 2622|O'er the world of sin and sorrow, to thee. 2622|And I made the holy vow of a full 2622|Here in the sunset's hush, and Mary's vow 2622|I heard in the village church-yard gnash, 2622|And a voice on the wind like a thunder-cloud 2622|That breaks and blurs the sunshine white and still. 2622|"Thou sleuth! and thou sleuth! and thou sleuth! 2622|It is over. I want to be free." 2622|The voice in the church was still again, 2622|But the hammer that rings in the hard-boiled strain 2622|Gained echo of sob and pause; and again 2622|The far-echoing candle-flame 2622|Grew bright with a lurid shame; 2622|But the Lord, who loved and hated me, 2622|Heard the bells in the village jar, 2622|And he knew the tune, and the tune that God was singing for, 2622|And listened for the hour. 2622|And He was as a traitor there, 2622|Led by the light of His glorious hand 2622|To the dust of battle and death, that there 2622|Might be peace and good. 2622|But he led the ranks of the bleeding dead, 2622|Led the wounded along where pain had lain, 2622|Led before the victor's tread, 2622|And the hungry cry of the starving poor, 2622|"War is done, and peace be with the poor." 2622|The voice of Christ heard the long-closed eyes 2622|Of the warden of quiet rest, 2622|And the watchman's face took a solemn mood 2622|Of faith that said not all is well; 2622|And the while the soul that would follow the Lord, 2622|Lay down in the ruins stark and wan, 2622|And wept in the light and the ghastly light 2622|That the long night had drawn on men; 2622|And the hand of the weary saint let fall 2622|The voiceless watch while the watchman slept, 2622|And the weary watcher he waited mute, 2622|And the weary watcher devoutly wept. 2622|But, at the fall of the morning light, 2622|When the dawn and the day were past, 2622|With a sudden rush from the gray-green hill 2622|Did a great wild gush from the heart of the mills 2622|Do ye hear the crash of the building up? 2622|The crush of the rich man's heel? 2622|With a howl of anguish and a howl of anguish 2622|Ye nurtured the base-born steals, 2622|The poor o' the rich man's gain are born again, 2622|And the hoarded grain grows green: 2622|Ye gave to the rich man's pride this flash, 2622|The poor o' the poor was born. 2622|Ah! fair is the wheat-field, and the light 2622|That flashed o'er the fields ere noon, 2622|But fairer and fiercer is the night 2622|Than ever ye reaped in June, 2622|And life is a burden to the soul, 2622|When the first faint flush of dawn 2622|First blurred the East, and e'er it fled 2622|The day was born, and the first rose was born, 2622|And life the boon, and the new morn. 2622|But time o'ercast when the green ways are drear, 2622|When the skies were bare and the blasts were cold, 2622|And the blasts were born with the flying showers 2622|And the days were days of old, 2622|And life and hope were the ======================================== SAMPLE 838 ======================================== in th'euent o' the blaws, 18500|Wha sae prophit, the laft jowls, 18500|Wi their cauldrons, and their waes, 18500|To see auld folks' heads, an', 18500|Wi strangers' feet, 18500|Dance through the deils amang them. 18500|Wi' monie a dance o' joy, 18500|An' luntin' love, an' courtin'! 18500|Wi' arms out lang, an' luntin'! 18500|Wha 's somewhere in a glen? 18500|An' wha 's awa' i' the morn? 18500|Ye needna think o' Gowrie! 18500|Ye needna think o' Gowrie! 18500|But aye when e'er ye like 18500|To hunt up auld men's drAyers, 18500|Ye 're welcome to your house, 18500|Wha sees nae luck an' muckle! 18500|For weel ye ken, it is nae blame, 18500|For Duncan o' Cockpenmoorie! 18500|I winna blame o' Gowrie; 18500|But, should ye wish my face, 18500|Alang this willow lassie, 18500|I 'll see how siclike she can be, 18500|That has nae mair nor hunger; 18500|How like a spring she can the spring, 18500|An' hides her heart frae sorrow; 18500|How hard to mak amends for friends, 18500|An' clear the ulner wi' a sigh, 18500|Like ony lark that sings her vern bairn, 18500|That sings a bonnie babbin', 18500|She sang wi' joy and pride, 18500|For sic ane as a' the land there 18500|Is ae bonie lassie. 18500|The laddie had woo'd his Jenny, 18500|But that was a' the cares, 18500|He 's been in the haunts of men, 18500|And the lassie wi' Llewellyn's 18500|Is nae the lassie o' Llewellyn! 18500|Her cheeks are like the snaw, John, 18500|Her lips are like the swan, 18500|Her yellow hair is as white as snaw, 18500|Where the lassie fain wad sleep, 18500|For sic a place as Llewellyn. 18500|Then what is the chiel' to me, John, 18500|That has nae mair nor day, 18500|When I see thy bonie face, John, 18500|And sae look sae weary? 18500|It looks as if luve did ever shine, 18500|To me mair dear than the Lowlands, 18500|That 's just ae place as Oification, 18500|An' ae or twal paw bonnilie, 18500|For ae bonie lass ye wadna gie, 18500|An' a lass that lo'es nae me, 18500|Tho' I 've lost nae skillie-co'tie; 18500|That was an unco sair to keep, John, 18500|That made thee sae sae sair to me. 18500|O, lang hae I been ae happy day, 18500|Wi' mony a blithe hunderd weel, 18500|I coft a mer rantin' doun for thee, 18500|For thee, John Anderson, O. 18500|Tho' rich for a' that han' an' win', 18500|Thou need na look sae waur upon, 18500|For sae as a' were auld an' thin, 18500|It 's just a' for a lass wi' John. 18500|Tho' Lowland she has nae to spare, 18500|Sic pride she has no taste to fear; 18500|To feckless than craigie, she 's aye fair; 18500|An' happy a lassie, O. 18500|The gowans ha'e thochts, ======================================== SAMPLE 839 ======================================== |To find him, whom he should esteem as friend 8800|By place or friendship. But the blessed shore 8800|From that elected race, which not alone 8800|Could be united, voided, and so ill 8800|That might have made one soul its chief delight, 8800|Was from the sea, that ever saw the stars 8800|And sunbeam, in their streame, the world's true light. 8800|And I, from forth the empyrean, forth 8800|Went forth to view with vacant leer malign 8800|Sluice, and descried the Celtic dim and dull, 8800|Which, more loth to keep lat than stryve, resounded 8800|Then shrieks, and ulcerous agonie; and I 8800|Dim recollecting, found myself alone, 8800|'Mid protest and protest, and, "Who's that at hand," 8800|The beauteous Master said; "who written painted 8800|"A brow like his?" And I, "Oh, what a sight!" 8800|Thereon his light re-illumined, and saw 8800|A belly for a fork, that was with wings 8800|Illumorable, flapping the before part 8800|With perforation. And as fails the bird 8800|Her draught of fly time's feathers to get chock, 8800|So Turnus, I, who of his fangs beheld, 8800|The bank that Rhone, whence endless scoffs arose, 8800|And with dishevelled flanks so far off reigns, 8800|Swept on, and, there as one who scorns the race 8800|Would be allur'd, could not forbear thence striking. 8800|There I with more pacience answer'd them; 8800|But that they semblance'd aught, of dulcetie, 8800|Illumine, chaste, and of sordid mind, 8800|Hath made me suffer what I wellnigh lost. 8800|While they to flesh mov'd, none hath ever chanc'd 8800|But on himself the sin of women his. 8800|So seldom, and by so vile a doom 8800|Beheld I, each of them but self-pray'd was I 8800|Wounded, if I had not reach'd the flesh 8800|Of the holy mountain. They with hate perverted 8800|And in evil hour found me out of my power, 8800|So that I kick'd their sides, and like a madman 8800|Scap'd after them, so, by their will assail'd, 8800|All region of the world I fell, and fill'd them 8800|With all theia's bitterness, and when a man 8800|O'erwhelmed shall walk, yet not with that his aid, 8800|Who after little to himself hath turn'd, 8800|On Beatrice will we leave thee, if we may. 8800|Here will I end my what I left, and here 8800|Each will be as befitting: for myself, 8800|Contented by the evil, art thou lost. 8800|Looking around I see them stir and comb, 8800|Each to the other hardy, who have thrown 8800|I still o'er mind, and I am well content; 8800|When will that be?--Who then desire to know? 8800|Let not my knowledge so thy fear give vent 8800|To fears, that thou mayst only turn to me." 8800|Beatrice upward rais'd her lighted eyes, 8800|And with a colour so benign, it seem'd 8800|To pierce me through as my remembrance err'd. 8800|If all, that moveth thee, thou art, in Hell. 8800|And thus I question'd. P not the mind of God, 8800|How it delighted him, nor the thought of me, 8800|That ever is from folly turn'd aside, 8800|Nor of created being in three days 8800|Like snake from horn. "All tell me, thou of them, 8800|Who saw the good, which is, and whichso too 8800|Thou be of love: and know, whence, and from whence, 8800|And from, the conjurer who held'st the reins ======================================== SAMPLE 840 ======================================== 3650|By the chimney-side and the side of the lane. 3650|Now I think of the lover who first warmly pressed 3650|Our hearts in a wedding array, and now idly we dine 3650|On the fair head of Beauty,--the virgin heart's beloved wine. 3650|Then the wail of the broken deep wails: the passion-waves roll 3650|To the sands o'er the ocean--the father and mother join 3650|In chorus:--the spirit, as with a lamp he glides 3650|On a black-red cloud sea-girt, with wingèd haste he rides. 3650|My heart with fear is on fire--as on a bank of spray 3650|In a hollow clasping to shelter itself wastes away, 3650|So I sink to rest, unfathomed, and so, in my troubled breast, 3650|The thought of _her_ betrays me,--of _her_ the cloud-capped sea, 3650|Of her, the mother, who never hath given me rest, 3650|Of her! South-west, or North-west, I seek her, everywhere, 3650|And where she leads she followeth where she led her children, there 3650|They vanish: who sees them floating? If angels' wings 3650|On still errands meet, 'tis not the land, but the region of streams. 3650|For the man to sail is savour, whether at dusk or dawn, 3650|If the sun that finds him is on, he knoweth naught of the way; 3650|The cloud-girt giant wavethwart, close on the mighty one's track, 3650|Only the blue wave-captain follows him ever more back 3650|Through the black rolling swell. 3650|For the soul to sail onward, till the ship at sea 3650|Is gain'd upon land again, and the soul cast down forlorn 3650|Till the sun sink to rest. 3650|For the soul to sail onward, till the tide it crosseth foam 3650|Is gain'd upon land again, and the sun of hope riseth home 3650|On the mighty wave. 3650|But the soul from dangers rising, is onward directed, onward bound, 3650|And, when hope's wing refuses, he always feels the weight 3650|Of that wondrous load. 3650|There's a people on the waters, 3650|And a mighty throng of people, 3650|There's a mighty race for fishing, 3650|And a mighty multitude is coming; 3650|From every shore the swish of water-- 3650|They're as strong as any copper. 3650|They're the sons of mighty warriors; 3650|Their names fill all the land, I'm speaking; 3650|Great their power and their might, 3650|To destroy all foes of mine. 3650|'Tis for war of gold the Spanish prowler, 3650|Who long ago with daring doughtiness 3650|Tore down all the bay to save his body, 3650|So he fell, a haughty lord, to ocean; 3650|Their boat, when shatter'd, came right by another, 3650|The bank so heavy, and the surges rough, 3650|And he came to shore again with riches, 3650|And he came to shore again with riches, 3650|With riches, and with pride, and glory, 3650|To enjoy his glorious reign 3650|At sea, in quiet, and in joyfulness,-- 3650|To enjoy it all again, 3650|And to reign once more in fancy's eye. 3650|"The prowler is a lovely boy!" 3650|And they say he once was brave, 3650|And he had a gay, free-hearted fellow 3650|Who was much too proud a slave 3650|To think of him by a foreign shore, 3650|And of foreign land, and very dear; 3650|But in dreams he saw old Time so strong 3650|That he fell, as he so longed to save. 3650|Sir John and the ladies rode out together, 3650|With a richly sumptuous array; 3650|The pavement rung with flowers about them, 3650|And the trees with copse-clad trees: 3650|The wall and the dials were talking, 36 ======================================== SAMPLE 841 ======================================== . 18238|For he was a _certified_ man, and, _strained_ to fly, 18238|He was a _certified_ man of high _babies_; 18238|And all the _Grave's Cat_ in him were _sporting_ 18238|As a smooth _upristian_ _translated by Gesay_." 18238|So he entered his _chamber_, made his bed 18238|In _sweet blandishment_, and slept _perplext_; 18238|And the _dominions_, sweet _indulgent_, he said, 18238|Had such a _burthen_ as _he'd have it when he's _dead_, 18238|And--_softened up_ to _bright_, and _softened down_!-- 18238|"Sweet Sir, and Madam, the _bright world_," he said, 18238|"Will be as gay as Christmas! 'Tis my own!" 18238|_Mirth and Champagne, Sir,' would have _you_ as well 18238|As any, Sir, as _you_-- 18238|And _will_ be, Sir, if _Time_ would have it _then_!-- 18238|For I must say, Sir, to the _last_ one last sentence: 18238|_Mulligan's Conjecture_, and--_that_ is enough!" 18238|And _then_ would he--"a _brass-soul_ to _scatter_; 18238|_Aye_ when _I_ could think of one _in an hour_! 18238|_Mulligan's Conjecture_, as I will tell you, 18238|With--_how_ly to _inter_ with me now and then 18238|And say--"There's _some_ in the kitchen, you know," 18238|With _platitude_, 18238|And _dress_, 18238|And _talk of dressing--in an evening, Sir, 18238|Till _I_ go bare-bbed like a new-cut rose-- 18238|And the _gourette_ with "so much ease" in the head, 18238|And _how long_ it will be" to the kitchen door, 18238|"And there _do_, of course, please," would she, Sir, 18238|"What _will_ be--there's lots of stuff to spare." 18238|With "how much corn and ham, Sir," would she, 18238|While, under the colewort, we had just done supper;-- 18238|"I mean," 18238|In purifying all the dishes--and 18238|(With _my_ dinner my _plebs_, my _bunery god!), 18238|And a _nurse_ and a kitchen-maid, my dear. 18238|But, my dear, there's no _what_ to do with _you_-- 18238|I'm _very_ bad at them _in muck_, at _my_ expense!-- 18238|I _won't_ look _so_, for when I get outside, 18238|_There_ surely will be _some_ left in the house-- 18238|But there _is_ something on the cold outside, 18238|Which, in the whole, is wonderful and bright, 18238|And, should you want _one_ person's slip, right here, 18238|Good Sir, I'll go "_my_ girl-of-love_," to her-- 18238|And, if you want "_a_ girl to kiss, my _friend_!" 18238|As Mr. Beeton remarked, for a time, he observed the way most slippery 18238|"Hush, my Maurine, I'm going to tell you," he mused humbly. 18238|"There is," he remarked, "a _very_ diff'rent way 18238|Worth your bother, I know _will_ be _to-day_!" 18238|Again, he turned, "I know that is pretty," and passed like a 18238|"Ah," said he, "I'd rather _sure_ that _he_ thought you were going 18238|So, as the whole blame thing to _be_ you, and please to keep you 18238|up, Helen, as you used to say, he wished to write to none of us 18238 ======================================== SAMPLE 842 ======================================== 39804|And the night and the day are ours by the light of the lamps you 39804|shine on, your bright blaze is seen on the walls of the towers. 39804|The night is black and the moon is still. 39804|The trees are waking and falling. 39804|The winds blow free of their sleep, 39804|The trees are opening their arms to keep 39804|And they are free, and I am waiting, oh, but I am waiting, 39804|The heavy hours are pressing, oh why not me? 39804|My love is dancing westwards, my love is flying eastward to and 39804|westward. 39804|He is dying. 39804|Come, let us go to the house of the village, to the farm of the 39804|The moon and the stars are all hidden from me. 39804|The old man looks up and sees the trees in the garden, 39804|The houses stand open. 39804|The young man looks forward. 39804|The old man looks toward the stars. 39804|The young man looks forward. 39804|The fireflies go up and the insects fly southward. 39804|They are quiet among the cedars. 39804|The lamps wane and fall in the house. 39804|The last rays of heat fall thick upon the earth. 39804|The doors of the dwelling are empty and bare. 39804|The rainbeaten house rises and falls in the garden. 39804|The doors of the dwelling are opened, the night is still. 39804|The trees are still in dust and the lamps burn against it. 39804|The night is darkness, the lamp is extinguished. 39804|The night is swallowed up in darkness and in rain. 39804|Like a mouthful of fire lies the earth. 39804|The dust is scattered. 39804|The young man puts up his shoes and follows after the servants. 39804|Like a corpse thrown aside, the servants hasten to cover the corpse. 39804|The dead are scattered and torn about the streets. 39804|Drums beat. 39804|Like a corpse floats the street. 39804|I have no hope of catching you. 39804|I am cold. 39804|I am cold. 39804|The rain beats on our shoes. 39804|We shall never be able to go in any more. 39804|The wind comes whistling at the door. 39804|A wind from the south comes whistling; 39804|The stars are shining on the roof. 39804|There is no wind against the window. 39804|The clouds are flying eastward. 39804|I am cold. 39804|The lights clash. 39804|The wind blows through the window. 39804|My white neck cuts the mud. 39804|The rain beats in the window. 39804|I think we shall not go away. 39804|What is the need of my sailor? 39804|The evening is soon coming. 39804|The wind carries me to the shore. 39804|The wind beats the sail. 39804|All day at night the rain falls, 39804|The waves smart with the sands, 39804|My eyes are wet with tears. 39804|The wind carries me to the shore. 39804|The wind goes whistling down the hill. 39804|The trees bend beaten to shore. 39804|I saw the moon with her hand 39804|On a high lonely tree. 39804|I saw the white wild moon 39804|Blaze over her shoulder. 39804|And the sun in the west 39804|Sinking into my heart, 39804|Deep into the night. 39804|What is the need of my sailor? 39804|The wet and the darkness. 39804|The rain beats and falls on the floor. 39804|The windows fall in red flames of light. 39804|The doors of the house 39804|Swallow the moon shines. 39804|From the high window the bolt drops. 39804|The floor is wet. The flowers stretch out 39804|To take the cold. 39804|The wind blows up her cloak. 39804|The wind blows up her cloak. 39804|She lies on her bed, 39804|The wind scatters her clothing. 39804|My blood runs in my throat. The cold rain 39804|Dries up the window. ======================================== SAMPLE 843 ======================================== 24869|The glorious Sun, who, sickening, rules 24869|Earth, and the realms of heaven. 24869|Canto LIV. Lanká. 24869|He gave the word at length. The sage, 24869|To aid the Maithil queen, 24869|With all his strength, the Maithil dame, 24869|In long endeavour sought the dame. 24869|“What wilt thou with thy bow and dart, 24869|The pride of Kumbhakarṇa’s heart? 24869|Wilt thou, my noble Queen, appear 24869|And make her look thy darling’s peer? 24869|Wilt thou allure and win this place 24869|In warlike warrior’s shape and face? 24869|I see her face, I see her hair, 24869|She wins her heart in every care. 24869|With every charm thy heart has bound, 24869|With every wish a woman’s found. 24869|But if beneath their glances light 24869|Thou wilt the form and merit, 24869|The store of matchless beauty lend 24869|Who seeks thee will I serve the end. 24869|And if with all thy strength thou’t spent 24869|The might that ne’er thou’dst spent, 24869|If in the distant fight and dread 24869|Thy life were foremost, would she lead 24869|Thy steps victorious in the strife, 24869|And make thee meet and win the prize 24869|Of this thy mighty conqueror’s prize? 24869|No. My beloved, let it be 24869|That thy wise eyes thou hold on me. 24869|How can I do my will with ease 24869|Save that, all else aside, thou’dst please? 24869|I see with joy my lady’s face, 24869|I hear her words approve, I trace. 24869|“O King,” she cried, “such gifts as this 24869|I ne’er designed to give thee. 24869|Henceforth will I thy slave resign.” 24869|Thus to the wood I turned again, 24869|But now no more her words could join, 24869|And thus in words of sorrow said 24869|The Maithil dame from whom she fled. 24869|So long as I from Ráma’s side 24869|Could get, I might, if Fate betide, 24869|Some special gifts, which I could gain 24869|By losing, but without a stain. 24869|I might forget the tears I shed, 24869|When woe and helpless woe denied. 24869|Thus might the soul of Ráma find 24869|The power that sorrow knows to mind. 24869|O Queen of Goddesses, each one, 24869|Consummates of the suffering one, 24869|A double care has made my breast 24869|As on my darling’s lips I pressed 24869|With woe and grief, with pangs distraught, 24869|And every kind of woe distraught. 24869|Now, when I needs must leave this side, 24869|Let Lakshmaṇ, faithful friend, precede. 24869|First give me Pampá, O my dame 24869|Dear child of Raghu’s noble name. 24869|Whate’er the power and might may be 24869|I’ll give my daughter Ráma me. 24869|So, as I ne’er again will see, 24869|I own a peerless wife for me.” 24869|Thus spoke the lord of men, and lent 24869|His hand to him to clasp the dame. 24869|Then with the royal Lakshmaṇ(958) placed 24869|Each shining foot-stool, as he paced, 24869|He duly took his priestly leave 24869|Of all his task, and went his way 24869|O’er many a league beneath the sky 24869|To Chitrakúṭa’s delightful height, 24869|And came in royal state by two. 24869|The mighty saint again was there 24869|With his dear wives in reverence near, 24869|And at his coming with ======================================== SAMPLE 844 ======================================== ! The sea is a-throbbing 33417|But I can see you! You were near me, 33417|And I might cry: O I am shrinking; 33417|You are not in the blue! The shore 33417|Is filled of dreams, and always, always 33417|In vision you are on the sea. 33417|The sea is but a strip of heather 33417|Yet only a strip of heather. 33417|Your white hand holds a flower, 33417|The sea is but a single petal. 33417|I feel the mystery, I am shaken 33417|I know you. And I wonder 33417|If they--but not the will of knowledge. 33417|I know that we are like to die together, 33417|I worship the other one, the other, 33417|And you are but a separate brother, 33417|Only a different, I know, 33417|For I have known you and loved you 33417|As I have known the other many. 33417|I am a subtle, I have found you, 33417|A secret without words or words, 33417|A secret without eyes or ears, 33417|I am lifted by ascending 33417|From the dim shore of the sea 33417|And your name is under me. 33417|Aye, I have prayed, I have loved you, 33417|Because you are my brother; 33417|And I, the flower I have loved so, 33417|Alas, my own beloved, 33417|Am lifted by the darkness, 33417|For I have kissed your hand, dear, 33417|Alas, my own beloved. 33417|Love came to the garden one day 33417|And laid the world away 33417|As a weary leaves might turn away 33417|From the battle-cloud of strife. 33417|And he was as indifferent as the wind. 33417|The weary wind at last fell blind 33417|To leave the heart behind. 33417|He knelt above the broken earth 33417|And all about him shone the stars. 33417|They made a world of death and birth 33417|Wherein he grew to man's desire. 33417|All else was void and all the wars 33417|That made him once the human fire. 33417|His body was a naked sword 33417|And all the naked, shining blade 33417|That through the blood and through the vein 33417|Shot through a wound, and then again 33417|Laid low in the waste places 33417|Where men were wont to slay and lave 33417|His body with the foamless seas. 33417|His face was grey with the dust of war, 33417|His hands were empty, and his brain 33417|Clutching because his heart was sore 33417|For one life-giving word of pain. 33417|And all day long he wept with him 33417|For his soul's sake that never knew 33417|Sustaining stab or tortured limb, 33417|The wounds and the blood's own do. 33417|And when at night, a little space 33417|He went at midnight for his rest, 33417|He came and hid away from men's, 33417|Because he knew how all death men. 33417|But now at last, when dawn was gray, 33417|He came again to that dark door 33417|And spoke with words that still were new: 33417|"O love, for your sake I must not stay, 33417|Nor leave you to me, and I must leave you!" 33417|No longer the windy rain 33417|Had measured the years since the birth of the world, 33417|Nor the long ebb and the wail, 33417|Than the dream of the dear lost time 33417|When He called the world from His sorrow and shame: 33417|"Thy heart is dead for a while: 33417|Thy last hour is the sun's last rhyme. 33417|Thy last hour is a sunless day" 33417|He spake: and a stronger hope 33417|Of the truth made manifest in the hour 33417|Of the soul's beginning, the certain end 33417|In the blest hour of night. 33417|The year of beauty passed away 33417|And the sea of gold was laid asleep ======================================== SAMPLE 845 ======================================== and the wind,-- 15553|Tin and a flake of bread,-- 15553|And a lump of broken jam,-- 15553|Tobacco, pink and jam, 15553|And a lump of broken chaff. 15553|I know a garden where the tulips grow, 15553|A little quiet place, 15553|Where roses put their bells and go 15553|And tinkling waters grace; 15553|And countless other things grow there 15553|By fountain, and by rill, 15553|That speak a soul to English speech, 15553|And keep a healthful will. 15553|I know a garret, warm and drear, 15553|With always being free, 15553|Where pigeons coo in posture where 15553|No wing hath motion-- 15553|Where I can find a joy of spring 15553|That's more than Roman,-- Rome! 15553|There, in the fire-light, I can see 15553|A picture that's too good 15553|To give, but not receive; 15553|And in the rain I can descry 15553|A picture that's enough 15553|To give, but not receive. 15553|There, in the hearth, I can behold 15553|The portrait of myself, 15553|While birds sing on every tree 15553|That in the meads I love to see. 15553|And in the mirror I can see 15553|The play of different harts,-- 15553|The Roman Roman soldiery,-- 15553|The soldiers with the parts.-- 15553|And other things, but I forget 15553|The once a little set 15553|That I have taken in my tea 15553|And poured the water wet: 15553|The garden of the gods and me, 15553|That now is in the sky, 15553|Where first I see the daisies grow 15553|And all the morning fair: 15553|And when the frosty moon does hide 15553|The stars and the moon from me, 15553|I think the dark will be inside 15553|When I forget to see: 15553|And there again to dream I'll stay, 15553|And dream the dreams to please, 15553|And dream the things that I shall say 15553|In some forgotten place:-- 15553|Ah, then, to feel the whole of it 15553|In some forgotten place! 15553|Some one is living, staying-- 15553|Some one is dying, in the gloom, 15553|So lonely, and so very far, 15553|That no man knows the thing they fear,-- 15553|And they are dead to all but me! 15553|It's a long, long while I've thought alone-- 15553|My mother says I'm left alone! 15553|But soon, soon, it's dark, and soon, and I'm tired, 15553|And I want to sit and talk to her; 15553|I want to go and have some fun, 15553|And she'll tell me I'm tired, too. 15553|It's very long and long ago 15553|When I was little, oh, so slow! 15553|I thought that people told me so! 15553|But now that I am very old, 15553|I've seen my picture's better than 15553|A whole long while, of course, you see,-- 15553|Just as it was in other time. 15553|So now that I am lying cold, 15553|Cold in my father's dwelling-place, 15553|I'm sobered out of doors and eyes, 15553|And so, good-night! I'm going lace. 15553|It's very long and long ago, 15553|When I was little I had thought, 15553|Of all the lovely things I saw 15553|That lie in father's dwelling-place. 15553|I've just been dressed for New Year's Day, 15553|And, when a Christmas feast was set, 15553|I met my little brother May, 15553|Just like the author getting fat; 15553|"Good-by," the kindly father said. 15553|The mother was a lady gay, 15553|And had to be forever wed; 15553|And she was only seven years 15553|Before her husband ======================================== SAMPLE 846 ======================================== on your breast, 8187|And the eye of Love is starting; 8187|And his arrows,--as they dart, 8187|Haling me to his heart. 8187|Let us, oh let us bear to Fanny's side 8187|The burden of the nuisant's vow, 8187|While as we wait, upon his gentle bride, 8187|Whom even the gods will worship now! 8187|'Tis true, poor Love is only fool;-- 8187|And he, poor noble fool, alone 8187|Will love to do his duty well; 8187|To woo, but only to betray, 8187|To please, but only woo, his bride! 8187|How, how, how, is the heart, then, thus enchanted, 8187|That, all too long with love's enchantments warmed, 8187|How can it be confined to earth--a vault, 8187|Where, all around, in endless slumbers lie, 8187|A paradise on which heaven's glory breaks? 8187|What then, if every heart should burn with shame, 8187|Could the great world deny us to redeem 8187|One only virtue, which is much the same, 8187|To gain, but only to destroy, a dream?-- 8187|Which is to be, and yet which is not all, 8187|To melt in all, and make us feel thy fall. 8187|But thou, oh Love! in thee alone we live; 8187|And if, when first this heart began to melt, 8187|The will, in this world, had existence proved 8187|That, had we signed with thine, it never could be 8187|Replied--though much as yet we are bereft, 8187|It could not be--one heart to earth was left!" 8187|While thus the spirits of the bard complain, 8187|He saw a spirit move that wept the strain; 8187|And as the bard of Jove was homeward to his home, 8187|The song that he was chanting seemed to come. 8187|And while he spoke he heard a joyous sound 8187|Which seemed to cheer him as he spake profound, 8187|Which seemed, so far as if the words he said, 8187|A pleasure in a tender serious head. 8187|His lips seemed ringing forth the song to be, 8187|Which in his gentle voice he softly said. 8187|"'Tis sung, O bliss! 'tis sung, the song to me, 8187|My songs am sung, though mine by silence tread; 8187|And though it seemeth to my ear, I think 8187|Like thee the sweetest song of all the rhyme, 8187|Which sounds in music from the hills of Time!" 8187|Upon the windmill, whose waves, foaming in vain, 8187|Moan, as the deep bell tolls the evening train, 8187|He heard the boy with many a vacant look 8187|Look down the vista of that solemn brook, 8187|While o'er the vista, with a milder grace, 8187|Looked his own boy, of all the happy race. 8187|He saw the boy, with smiles and looks 8187|That now, when I would rest, had left him there, 8187|"Good night, dear boy;"--the youth, by Mary's hand, 8187|Had come a smiling, "Good night," to the band 8187|He, playing on his harp a last farewell 8187|Of tender love, which he had gathered there, 8187|In childhood's dreams, from his own memory, 8187|Had told him how the moments fled, 8187|But left in the same song, so gay and grand, 8187|That even, in the song, it sounded dull and low, 8187|Too sure for song to follow it to know. 8187|And now, far up, a little cloud, he sees, 8187|And hears a voice; and, with a fearful eye, 8187|Behold, a youth, the _Book-maker_--fain would show 8187|The same quick power, the same quick, vital pow 8187|Which found the Boy, half-stricken, at the top, 8187|And so with pitying tears his bosom wet; 8187|The same bright ======================================== SAMPLE 847 ======================================== of the world! What of the night? 3473|What do ye see that comes behind you? 3473|O ye who are blinded by the light, 3473|Come from what darkness ye are blind, 3473|Come out where the dawn is; 3473|Come, we will have the sea to bind 3473|Ye within whose watery contours 3473|All the mystery of the land 3473|Is a star, strange in the motion of the sky, 3473|And its motion will not be reflected from it, 3473|What is it though ye break your waves? 3473|What is it though your waves are white as the sea? 3473|What is the thought that is in your eyes? 3473|Ye would be more subtle, ye would be more tender, 3473|Were you clothed with greater fires! 3473|Ye would make one of the sea-myrties, 3473|And the moon by your pathway desires 3473|And desires, 3473|And the sea-dogs from the deep. 3473|What is the thought that there shall be 3473|In the dark of all the years 3473|When the thunderbolt shall break his prison 3473|And its thoughts of fire flee, 3473|When the whirlwind writhe in writhing limbs, 3473|And the winds are hurled 3473|Like the fangs of beasts and birds, 3473|That the pale-faced sea shall quake with dread, 3473|And the wailing trees 3473|Shall shudder as it passes overhead, 3473|All the things be struggled with in vain, 3473|And the sea gives up the wind again, 3473|And the sea that is calmed by the voices of men, 3473|Shudders as it passes along. 3473|But what am I, when the grey rain scatters on the reeds, 3473|And the water sends its bitter laughter through the reeds, 3473|And the sea, and under the white ooze, 3473|Where the mist hangs over the white ooze, and the wet bows breaks, 3473|As the salt weed and the weeds are mingled, I am one with you, 3473|My body, 3473|You who were ever my body 3473|I, the sea, the sea. 3473|Though I perish in sea and in darkness, 3473|Though you bear my bones under your hands, 3473|I shall find a secret I have always loved, and yours shall know, 3473|In the night, in the dim night, 3473|I shall know you as I know you, 3473|In the night. 3473|A little girl on the bridge 3473|Came up, with a feathery flag 3473|Out of the sky. 3473|With her load of baby duds 3473|And a stocking all in a cranny. 3473|She said: "I have to shut the door, 3473|Coffee, with her night-gown tidy, 3473|And go in to bed." 3473|But all the maidens trembled 3473|And the dreamy little girls 3473|Came into bed, 3473|With the tramp, the drum, the beat, 3473|And the fire, the rush, the press. 3473|But the lad was old and thin, 3473|Through the night and through the day, 3473|And walked about the church, 3473|Till he learnt to play, 3473|There are two boys of nineteen, 3473|They get me down to sleep, 3473|There's a babe in the cradle, 3473|And the cradle with its face, 3473|When I'm up and the story 3473|Is ended without a pause. 3473|And God's dear Son He hears 3473|About the little ones, 3473|And into his holy ears 3473|We all together sing: 3473|"We're the little ones, father, 3473|The little ones, all awake, 3473|Tremble for you, father, 3473|For you, you all have tireless 3473|Holy Baby was born in Bethlehem, 3473|And his eye has pierced through tears. 3473|"Barter for us our years 3473|For the love and for the love 3473|Of a little baby that was born ======================================== SAMPLE 848 ======================================== , they will see, 1365|And the King himself shall show them happiness. 1365|He shall be happy with them, and with them shall rejoice, 1365|And the earth shall be his portion and his throne of joy; 1365|Till he bring his crown to a crown of many happy days." 1365|They shall live as they lived, and love shall pass away. 1365|And the King, seeing that his son had been a Christian, 1365|Sent for the crown to be a token for his joyousness, 1365|And the King said: "Then shall our hope be fruitless, both, 1365|And our progeny our happy home to see." 1365|And the King added: "Forecy of God, we beg of thee!" 1365|To a deep purple lake the island-sands are stirred; 1365|There are white-throated kine that murmur lowly, 1365|And the sweet-voiced lowing of the jolly crows; 1365|And the hum of the stork is heard, 1365|In the silence of the winter evenings, 1365|With a sound of summer throats that sing a song. 1365|Down from the lake the island-bordered cities 1365|Are like vast walls of walls up-gazing to the sky, 1365|And like pillars lofty and more beautiful 1365|To the very last of the long-forgotten day, 1365|In the silence of the summer nights, 1365|The land that shall be our home, and our progeny! 1365|Ages are fled and ages yet to be, 1365|Yet this land is we and here 1365|That, if our graves be not as now it was; 1365|As ever we was here! 1365|Our fathers here shall build their shining walls 1365|In the fair halls of time, 1365|There to await in the old-fashioned time 1365|The varied fashion of our crimes and creeds. 1365|The very names of those we love the most 1365|Shall be inscribed in characters of flame, 1365|And the name thereof shall be a bell for you 1365|To which our hearts will turn, as heaven shall appal. 1365|For in these halls where here are no familiar faces, 1365|And in these fields where all familiar people 1365|Are satisfied; and the old earth has no king's place, 1365|And kings no child, and kings no beggar's voice can sing any 1365|Praise of the mighty in their ancient majesty. 1365|When we had lived in the dark and lonely places, 1365|The woods were dressed in the sunshine and the air, 1365|By the soft light of the open moon, 1365|Where the wide valley opened over me; 1365|In the clear air my thoughts to-day 1365|Will ring with the old story, 1365|Which only an age can tell. 1365|The shadows, the gleams, the shapes and shades of things, 1365|The beat and hum of men, the march and advance of things, 1365|The wavering and wavering of the galleons; 1365|Only the voices of children, the old-fashioned songs, 1365|The voices of the old-fashioned flowers, 1365|Sound of the primal woods, 1365|Song of the wind, the wind that blows! 1365|Will the old god, the ancient, 1365|The fathomless, the eternal, 1365|And the steadfast dweller in the new-born days 1365|Will sing with the old-fashioned flowers, 1365|And his harp, like a dove, 1365|Will murmur of the love he gave to man, 1365|And this--but never a song. 1365|We are but children in the fields, 1365|The fields that shame our birth; 1365|We build our temples, and are lords, 1365|And dwell in the immortal earth. 1365|So, when we have learned to drink, 1365|Toil, and rest, and sleep, 1365|We build our temples to the brink 1365|Of the unknown deep. 1365|Yet, when the day is done, 1365|And the laborer labours hard, 1365|And the laborer labours swerved, 1365|And the laborer still was lord, ======================================== SAMPLE 849 ======================================== ; and you will find the world another habitation of an 31283|attaining; for you will not listen, however you judge it, as 31283|in nature; but a very few years ago, when a child was brought 31283|up from a great age, where yet the father was called 31283|To yield a new kingdom, or plant the old tree of knowledge 31283|with a new seed, which then, when the child was brought 31283|together again, had grown with the mother. Now the child was 31283|freed from folly, and the father was put to death, by 31283|shall be reconciled to the world's madcap passions.' 31283|(LONGFELLOW: _Roundelays de la Rose._) 31283|(In answer to the tune of 'Elisa:-- 31283|`It may be so; but let this unvarying 31283|Of things and thoughts, in one combined, 31283|May make the whole world half-confined.' 31283|`My friend, (he answered,) 'for every good 31283|We in this great world find to-day, 31283|We call on Thee to lay 31283|The burden down; but if Thou may, 31283|Endeavour Thou; and may 31283|We understand not yet; 31283|Of all our lives here with the dim 31283|Doth not man's spirit over-imbbide. 31283|And He alone is life indeed, 31283|The life Who doth, for best and worst, 31283|Endure for worst. 31283|A world of manifold forms, 31283|That make us blind and wish us four, 31283|That all fair fancies may, 31283|Far off from us, arise, 31283|To mix with these; and of all shapes 31283|The song is best. 31283|When human hands are clay, 31283|And our poor brother hereabout 31283|Sits in the sun, and does not care 31283|Or know where he is laid, 31283|Do Thou, my friend, this golden rule 31283|For a time utter, ere he go 31283|To rest in God's dear human cot, 31283|O teach him to adore with heart 31283|That wisdom and that love, which is 31283|A thing too high above 31283|The vulgar fear. 31283|If he should hear, 31283|`I've often seen yon holy place, 31283|And on his little mound here laid 31283|Many a sweet flower, there ye'll find, 31283|But this my son esteemed most sweet 31283|My child, the flower of my youth. 31283|It was indeed so chaste a thing 31283|To love as you, to rest with this 31283|Pure flower of Christ; and, for these three, 31283|To follow her I thought to be 31283|Part of His death; and that I ween, 31283|Some little pretty plan or line 31283|That should, if it were for the end, 31283|I might make to the child his own, 31283|And know, if you'd go by, I might, 31283|With this man and he, as is right, 31283|To take and keep him free.' 31283|"To him (he answered, speaking further on, which 31283|refined, but which still brought in mind) `and, to God and 31283|he could not take -- to be'; and, to him, said God, 'and more' 31283|and more of her.' `Ah, you'll think,' he answered, 31283|`I am Death's friend; and as for me, I'm more' 31283|*From that hour unto this. 31283|And thus he sat, until he had been scared 31283|By the large face, whose inward anguish, 'neath 31283|His hood, as 't were in a lazar-house, 31283|Was struck, as 't were on land and on deep 31283|Among the daughters of Israel. 31283|But, as he stood, his mind did go 31283|Beneath new thoughts; and he found them so 31283|With sweet lips parted, and eyes cast down 31283|Upon the earth, as if against the skies 31283|In the sweet regions ======================================== SAMPLE 850 ======================================== . 3545|_Mephistopheles_ (to himself), _unfortunate_ (_i.e._, especially the 3545|_Moyses_ (_moyses_). We, of a late instance, have thought 3545|to have seen the whole case, and that the mirror is 3545|conveyed to us to see what we have in reality, and of 3545|the future; for a likeness, if possible, we have imagined 3545|that, either the mirror or the painter, we have perceived, 3545|as by _ourselves_, lest they should not be drawn before us 3545|in all the forms. 3545|_Fausta_ (_groaning_). The _Mortimer_ (beyond compare), _ Zeux, 3545|_circe_ (_pausing_). I know not what you cannot imagine, the 3545|ancient emblem of the image you see on your mirror is 3545|diffused with this image. I have heard, as already I am 3545|attending, a saying that the image is not of the image, the 3545|sublimest form of these lines: 3545|_Fausta_ (_blushing_). Mark the mark over the features of her, lest 3545|the imprint shows that you are _in_ids. 3545|followed by the former. 3545|_Mephistopheles_ (_abstracted from him_). The image is not struck 3545|by her alone. 3545|_Fausta_ (_reluctela_). The same word--wherever you are, that you 3545|are meant. 3545|_Mephistopheles_ (_here again quotes her_). My friend, the old man 3545|is not wont to say so. I think that he is a real child. 3545|_Fausta_ (_youthily_). We know, before all, that he is a 3545|person suffering pain and care (not for pleasure merely), 3545|and the first word is _spirit_ (_rich ermine_). The 3545|word seems to be that you are a friend of the old man, and 3545|may be that you live on one's own life. 3545|_Mephistopheles_ (_still in tears_). I know this cannot be. 3545|_Fausta_ (_pausing_). This may be so. If you live on one's own 3545|self your life is unlike the other. It is only so to find a 3545|name on you; you are always looking forward. 3545|_Mephistopheles_ (_in his pinnace_). I know not what you are. 3545|_Fausta_ (_smiling_). My friend, good evening, and mingle with 3545|my friend the word "new come" to one who was as gentle as 3545|ever and ever known as you. I think that you are a 3545|well-loved and lovely son of fortune; for when you are a 3545|son, I always hope you will be as noble as you. Do not, 3545|charm me with your blessing; it has always done its 3545|brings to me as a blessing to the child. And it is now 3545|the fashion of the ancient word "new" as the words occur 3545|in it, but I am rather older even than you are. 3545|_Fausta_ (_joyously_). It is I hear of you and of all your 3545|fragments. 3545|_Mephistopheles_. Rightly! I am content to wait till the 3545|word begin with _accents_,--when the word "new" has 3545|strewn, and it is made into a long note as it begins. 3545|_Fausta_ (_impatiently_). What are you doing? 3545|Just wait! I wish you to wait, and you will be happy even 3545|here. To-night, I have much to tell you before you say 3545|that I am weary of this, and want to go on a little 3545|word to end. 3545|_Fausta_ (_pursuing her_). This is my friend. 3545|_Mephistopheles_. Well, my dear friend, you should be so happy 3545|if you could say it to ======================================== SAMPLE 851 ======================================== and the world, so oft, 941|Have sought, have found thee too! 941|O world that feels thy breath, 941|O wondrous world of bliss! 941|Thine eyes are wells where streams 941|Of sound break ever-- 941|O wondrous world of dreams, 941|Too deep to sever! 941|O world that feels thy breath, 941|O wondrous world of death! 941|Thou art a God, and here my heart doth beat, 941|The heart that fain would hold thee, is an idol yet. 941|The world, that was so fair, 941|Thy gold and purple air, 941|Were all that's left of thee, 941|And thou--but cease to wear, 941|The world that was thy fair face--far off to roam, 941|Yet ever smileth on its mountain home. 941|O soul of man and maid, 941|With eyes too fair to brook 941|Believing, if thou'lt have the truth, 941|And wilt not have the thing thou art in truth, 941|Beware lest thou shouldst fade away from us 941|And leave thy glory all behind the cloud. 941|O joy, that is a crown, 941|And joy to know it down, 941|When all the hill is overthrown 941|And all the dust and ashes lie 941|In the vast grave of the Eternity. 941|O joy, that is a prayer 941|To the great God who careth nigh; 941|To God who dwells in Heaven and Earth, 941|And loves their work in a soundless tomb; 941|To the sweet Seraphim, who, 941|Each morn with song awake, 941|Have waked with their angelic breath 941|And entered Heaven's gate. 941|It is thy beauty makes our dust and 941|vains. 941|It is not power that makes 941|Our being's proudest room 941|For fancied things of earth to come 941|And leave it desolate. 941|It is not love that makes 941|Our being's proudest room 941|For fancied things of earth to come 941|And enter God's bright gate. 941|It is not hope that makes 941|Our being's proudest room 941|For fancied things of earth to come 941|And enter God's bright gate. 941|It is not joy to see 941|The world dissolve away, 941|While round the Eternal throne 941|The lambs and angels pray, 941|So strangely fair and purely pure 941|The seats above do run, 941|And in their heavenly harmonies 941|The silvery feathers flit. 941|It is thy beauty makes 941|Our spirit dull and weak, 941|At each step taking up the chain, 941|The world to gain is fain, 941|But the perfection far beyond 941|The earth can well supply, 941|And thou wilt find within God's ear, 941|That everything is thine, 941|And not in vain are crowns and plumes, 941|Nor vice and rank and power, 941|And that the Lord is just and wise 941|And not in vain the Israelites 941|And all the angels sing. 941|If God should all my debts repay, 941|I'd give him all I had, 941|To be his bride and joy and pride 941|And be his child and slave, 941|And bear him with me as my boy 941|Through every age and age. 941|And I beside him will appear 941|As one that walked beside, 941|Yet I'd not change my life or death 941|To keep him in the cold. 941|I am his mother--not my brother, 941|But in a trembling way, 941|To seek him in thy daily task, 941|His duty to repay, 941|For all thy love and tender care, 941|To walk in joy or woe, 941|And to be with him in every week, 941|Untrod of man ======================================== SAMPLE 852 ======================================== |With that which he received. 2487|'T was the day 2487|When to Canterbury he went on a pilgrimage, 2487|And to learn many languages under the mountains 2487|A name of his people--at the time of Caine. 2487|The people say at morn, "He came to Athens, 2487|And he came to the Muses, and also to Florence; 2487|But how do I know you, my people, at any rate, 2487|For I'm not a Viscount or Poet, at least 2487|He has turned his mind from seeking secretly into his country. 2487|And what is the meaning of all this talk of his going? 2487|If I would indulge in drinking his go-cart, 2487|I think I should also, with Horace's Lida, will be 2487|The very deuce-may-care, the very "villa aurora." 2487|I should not be a Viscount or Poet, I grant it, 2487|But when I'm grown to speak, think upon my destructiveness. 2487|I'm not good at having my head cut as I want it, 2487|I always used my head--I've never had a fool cut. 2487|But now come to the woman who first told him the truth, 2487|There was a young lady upon the street, 2487|Who said, "I will give you the reason why I've abandoned 2487|My husband, my young master! And you'll reach the age of eighty 2487|And then a young lady of seven-six in the parlour; 2487|And "how do you know?" she asked. 2487|"For it would give me a thousand times a day 2487|Before I get money, my young enemy! 2487|But I'll let you see that it would give a hundred to you 2487|If I had money, I'd have you know the value of it." 2487|"Now aren't you that clever," the lady said, with a smile. 2487|"So don't you go in to the parlour to look at him there? 2487|He's got a sack, I guess." 2487|"Oh yes, kind sir; I think so, if you will, I'm as good as 2487|ever, 2487|If some one will take his money! And so I'll wait here 2487|Until the business ends," 2487|that is what they will as well. 2487|"And then you will come?" 2487|"Oh yes, kind sir; I think so. Now you have a fine piece of speech 2487|and a liberal hand, 2487|And a liberal heart. Now I'll turn my name out in the next edition 2487|just to show you: 2487|"Oh, Mr. M'Inting, Lord Baron, come help me at once" 2487|that is nothing in this world. 2487|"Then I'll ask you," she said, "what is it that you say about 2487|"Then I'll ask you," she spoke, in most earnest earnest 2487|needlessly. 2487|"I am not a Viscount or Poet, but a Viscount lady, 2487|And my name's Sir Nicholas Hogg. I'm not a Viscount 2487|But an Ode to you and all the ladies in the ladies' eyes 2487|And, as I was going along the street in the morning, 2487|The morning appeared with its dawning light. 2487|And I said, as I reached the front of the square without 2487|"I'll be the man, and send no questions, 2487|But this I know: 2487|I'm going to be a Quaker, 2487|And a Quaker with me." 2487|I made a decree that should never be made at all. 2487|I was, no doubt, a blue-eyed gentleman, 2487|And my name became the following. 2487|Then I said, "You must not ask a lady 2487|Whom you intend to marry; 2487|To no other man's court would you then be true 2487|Than the man who should protect you." 2487|So I set my foot on his own, and I made as I intended 2487|But he answered not a word. 2487|I went into ======================================== SAMPLE 853 ======================================== , for the love of _thee_--all in one single night and no 2997|night, yet that night _was_ a night of glee--wet and wet, and the 2997|dew--weeds wert gathered in the woods that beached one of our 2997|flocks and milk; but we thought that she 'ad been a milking and not a 2997|wintle-footed dog and a nightingale and--we dreamed that we 2997|should be as free as them, and so we grew more cautiously, and 2997|when we came over to the place where she stood she told us that 2997|she was coming from that land." 2997|--"It was nothing but a sudden withdraw that she was coming, for 2997|some of us thought that she was coming; some of us thought her 2997|sweet words were too long for our ears. We knew that she was not 2997|We ran three miles out to the wood, we walked three miles, our 2997|nursine for her, when the mists around us began to roll; and we 2997|heard a far-off sound that was like a sigh of music and a 2997|flutter of the leaves--and then I threw my arms around her, like a 2997|goddess flies her back. 2997|"I have come after seven seasons," you said; "and I do not envy 2997|the tenth hour. I am going to ask a king to ask a king," I told 2997|me, and we agreed to give him a ring. 2997|That night I told them the king was going away to the woods, 2997|we walked three miles out to the woods, and I walked once more by 2997|the pine-woods and then the high wood, and the king, that 2997|was aforetime, was now reigning in orb and in mid-air. I 2997|am going to send a ring to Mercury." 2997|"Yes, I am not lucky," said Mercury, "and I am not sorry to 2997|get home." 2997|"You are a good king," said Mercury, "you say you are a good king 2997|But Mercury smiled as he thought of the king, and straightway 2997|"I know, I know that you are a good king, I know that you 2997|are a good king, and that all round you have ever been as I 2997|sit in the mid-air, and I do not think it would be worth looking 2997|at for a king as well," answered Mercury, "or at least you 2997|know, but I know that you are a good king, and that not one 2997|whit in your life abides as though you were his father, and 2997|not one drifts upon the seas." 2997|The king then smoothed his coat of mail, and bade him take his 2997|seat. He made his steed for the reins, for he did not think 2997|the full speed of the flying feet would take from him a 2997|straight turn. 2997|"I will take this ring," he said, with a great twist. "It 2997|may be so," he said. "If I can find you a king, I should 2997|joy to find a king who has been made king by a great 2997|King and by his desire." 2997|She turned and went about to find King Mercury. A great throng 2997|of people gathered round Mercury, and greeted him with 2997|a smile, and a kind of angry look with which he commanded 2997|him--"Be of good heart and take a cup of wine, for so you will 2997|hasten to your wedding. Call your brave servants to come, and 2997|hide Demodocus from off his head; but bid him that you may 2997|tell him everything you have ever yet heard or seen. Tell him 2997|everything you have ever yet found." 2997|The old man was angry and answered, "I am a good goot, and 2997|have a carpenter's fancy of ebony, that will make trouble 2997|for my bragging. I do not like trinking in the best way in 2997|life. I made a very free set of men when I have had my day 2997|of ten--men who had not yet much gold as husbands don, but 2997|whom I married ======================================== SAMPLE 854 ======================================== here, his daughter, now his love. 6150|So saying, she on the pyre he cast, 6150|And sprinkled o'er the pyre the blood. 6150|Then in his mother's face he gaz'd, and said: 6150|"What will this means, unhappy, were I doom'd 6150|To die, my darling object of a death 6150|With shameful dye encompassed round my neck? 6150|But if it were, O sister, yet from me 6150|It needs not this: my mother too I live, 6150|And see her son, his vigour of a match; 6150|She too, whom once she bore the spear to fight, 6150|Is still with us; she, on the funeral pyre, 6150|Implores ye now, my husband, to be borne; 6150|But, sister, hear me speak, and let me die 6150|Before ye both his body to the dogs." 6150|Then, starting from his tow'ring height, he rais'd 6150|His tow'ring spear, and with his Pelian comrades call'd: 6150|"Say, chief, from where Eurypylus lies low 6150|What means may be demanded by the Greeks." 6150|He said, and from Pelides' tent be sped: 6150|But him, who with the spear had left his tent, 6150|In th' upper pass of war by Paris' hand 6150|Was struck, and from his breast the dark blood flow'd; 6150|And on the other side, his comrades' ranks, 6150|The battle-throng, in dazzling arms array'd, 6150|The Trojans and th' Ajaces: all unhear'd 6150|As were the mighty twain by Vulcan wrought, 6150|Swift rushing to the rescue, while the Greeks 6150|Retreating bore him with them to the ships. 6150|Thus, by his comrades' cries and Trojan arms 6150|Subdued, by victory's aid was he subdu'd. 6150|Him with the armour of Achilles he 6150|Withdrew from battle; he the stalwart hand 6150|Withstood, and to the Telamonian threw 6150|His terrible spear; then, backward fell the Greeks 6150|Till Menelaus, rich beyond the rest, 6150|His lovely form confess'd; and to the earth 6150|The warrior's body in the dust he cast, 6150|And cover'd with his mighty shield, and thus 6150|The warlike Menelaus, brave in fight, 6150|Was by Achilles ta'en, for Peleus' son 6150|Still fir'd his soul, and thus his grief express'd: 6150|"O son of Peleus, wert thou, then, so doom'd, 6150|Thy coming doom, in battle shouldst thou see, 6150|Or hast'ning hither, to behold the arms 6150|My mother barest? nor to me the prize 6150|Should taste of women, and reward of home. 6150|She too, when from the loins of Greece afar 6150|She turn'd aside, had not the Greeks beside 6150|Her lance had laid; to Peleus' self the gift 6150|Of battle brought, the mighty Ajax, slain. 6150|That gift in combat none, th' immortal Gods 6150|Brought not a Trojan; but Jove fill'd with wrath 6150|The wrath of Priam; for he promis'd him 6150|The glory of the Gods, who made him both 6150|The son of Peleus, and his wife beside. 6150|From him, of Priam both bereft, the war 6150|Fell by Achilles' hand, that day he should 6150|Erect the spear, and meet with godlike death 6150|The victor's foe; nor had th' Earth-shaking God 6150|His wrath incurr'd, had not Jove thrown down 6150|O'er both, e'en Hector's self; for not with thee 6150|Came any Greek my child, nor with thy spear 6150|Apollo's messenger, and with the voice 6150|Of all the people; for some god within 6150|He smote him, but, for vict'ry, none the less 6150|Ab ======================================== SAMPLE 855 ======================================== , when, 21700|As to be sure he knew himself and wife, 21700|He only sighed for what he knew. 21700|Dinna think, if he were but a fool, 21700|And therefore much did he ponder it 21700|That when he fairly had arrived 21700|He might be as much scot-free from visit, 21700|And, as we think, without a cavil, 21700|Came into action by his rudeness. 21700|But being much more plucky than 'tis, 21700|(And here it is thought somewhat loud,) 21700|Our hero (so to speak his thought) 21700|Made up his mind on some fine theme, 21700|In which he had a chance to be caught-- 21700|(As he thought proper to go on)-- 21700|And, having brought it, had been snared 21700|By some old schoolmaster--that's the natural way, 21700|Which, though his own experience, might 21700|To him be as completely out of fashion, 21700|As if _her_ hands were hardly plastered, on't 21700|But made so much in haste as that they were 21700|For the first time. Most ladies, as you see, 21700|Need not to be pained on any party 21700|To be tormented or tormented; 21700|But, having much to chatter, by and by, 21700|The rest, like most, are so _ex officio_ 21700|When the last trump shall sound its knell-- 21700|(And all such ladies of good fortune, sure, 21700|Are in their reigning stable-houses)--_must_! 21700|He could not always keep his word; the fault 21700|Is not yet yours till some one of his trumpets 21700|Struggled for the service of the past; 21700|And though sometimes a young man who is cast 21700|Into the by-past year, in spongy mood, 21700|Observes his face--what his great heart is ill- 21700|Howe'er well fed--though _he_ seems ill-at- 21700|Back--or some new Calvary--the young lad 21700|Is not as bad--he's young and is not sad. 21700|The old man always loved his time with great 21700|And is most fond of what he saw, not much, 21700|But as a young man with his boy-twist wit 21700|About his pedigree, and never much 21700|Care about the time that's past:--but not 21700|For young and old they take him to their breasts, 21700|With their boy Cupid's baubles (which was then 21700|Their pretty toys made by him as the tools 21700|Of his old father), and they say they're lucky; 21700|And then they say a young girl's tongue is rotten 21700|And has not got the power to run that fellow. 21700|Aye, as I've quoted, either old or young, 21700|My hero and my hero, and if it's wrong 21700|To mention all that was, (as if his story 21700|Were told once out of record, the old writer), 21700|I should just add, that if he _did_ create, 21700|His soul will pass out of my reach, and I 21700|May still be left all ignorant and dry 21700|For how to frame his verse--not singly, I 21700|But as a little jailer--I can see 21700|What _is_ the reason he is quick and free, 21700|And, when he chanceth most, will be well taught: 21700|That is, for my own part, to add _one_ feature 21700|Of old, not youthful, very far from nature; 21700|That is, to say, the very sort of man 21700|Who's "in his life a bit of God and manger." 21700|I should like too, my countryman (the truth 21700|Observing he's no worse man than a youth) 21700|To take _my_ word of morals, and at least 21700|Say how I've acted, as he's treated me, 21700|Of the rank life I led and took with me, 21700|And said my income was proportioned ======================================== SAMPLE 856 ======================================== , for all is so bad--but why so? 38511|He who has neither intellect is sure, 38511|And what is known to him alone, I find, 38511|When that, which Nature of herself begat, 38511|Has given to man his appetite; for since 38511|Nature herself in all things makes but loss, 38511|And his affections feeds upon the frame, 38511|Thus all created things, naught else, have power 38511|To do or think, to act or think not to. 38511|I see this beast, yet I see not its kind; 38511|And this best being can govern the rest 38511|Of creatures whom she tends upon her shelves, 38511|And where they feed and grow and eat, doth feed 38511|Himself; and if she chases him, he shapes 38511|Into the best ascodes and sets at naught 38511|His tail, or sinks, or tow'rs with slow degrees, 38511|His ribs or broad-shaft measures, and upright 38511|His beak and claws. He does not need a sword, 38511|But a pointed wand to guard the sanctuary, 38511|So light a little while, as he shall dash 38511|A hundred heads upon them, and have ears 38511|Nigh ten times worse than he who treads the crowd, 38511|All intellects, all purposes of life, 38511|Are interdicted. 38511|'Tis a certain mode of death 38511|To seize upon a being, or avert 38511|The sudden flood which floods them, since they all 38511|Must see and know at what unwonted hour 38511|Their living being shall roll on and rise again; 38511|But as the waters which, down-pouring from the source, 38511|Drink of the brine, or strengthen it with steam; 38511|So they still trick themselves and scarce extract 38511|Their element of brine. This is their fate, 38511|Not fate itself; since even the vital heat 38511|Can ne'er dissever and distinguish life 38511|From living waters. Oh, these are indeed 38511|The seeds of what was mortal! Life produces 38511|Both as a flower and as a kindly flame, 38511|To gladden, not exult, and so constrain 38511|All natural passions of the earth and air, 38511|To keep itself and cherish the warm flame! 38511|Thus Nature gives the fruits we planted are 38511|In the old tree, when we, beneath the shade, 38511|Were young; like you, with me are now the dead. 38511|The grass that sprang beneath the trembling shade 38511|Of the bare beech, though silent ever seems, 38511|Now seems a coronal of herbs and flowers, 38511|Which have no names, but bear the witness there 38511|Of having in their memory 38511|Recalled the magic of their influence, 38511|In the deep earth of subterranean fire. 38511|Now is the time for proofs and every truth 38511|With senses, trained to rectify and pacify, 38511|To build anew the temples which they rear 38511|Of everlasting holiness; and how 38511|The glorious arch recorded is attained, 38511|Whence first our fathers gathered here below, 38511|Titus and Sybil: now the time is ripe, 38511|When, in the midst of all this wondering welle, 38511|And these dark trees shall be the memory 38511|Of what we once had been, and how before 38511|We shall be, after twenty years, believed. 38511|Oh, who shall say, while in our heavier hours, 38511|What strange condition has our age foregone! 38511|What can we else but leave the breath of flowers, 38511|The freshness of the trees, the sunlight thrown 38511|From summer skies, which are as radiant now? 38511|How is it,--this our age? All living things, 38511|To us, around us, wear a heaven in ours! 38511|Thus may we love at length the love which we 38511|Give to our sons who in their souls have gone! 38511|We will not now lament that they have lived, 38511|In all their lives, a life ======================================== SAMPLE 857 ======================================== out of view, 8187|With his long-tailed heralds, 8187|Marching, with black-maned squadrons on, 8187|To the proud encampment's blazing shine, 8187|He gave to view the scene,-- 8187|The last sad relic of his glory won,-- 8187|The last remains of that devoted band 8187|Whom the great Squire of "Plato" sent 8187|To visit, in his "Cherry Tree" consenting, 8187|Some six that brightened all the land, 8187|The eight, nine hundred in their hand, 8187|The eight and sixteen-tongued seven 8187|From all the world, that long shall stand 8187|'Cross the broad boulevard of Time,-- 8187|A noble group, the ghosts of time 8187|Convicted at the "Bee-Boasts" gate. 8187|And last,--what next? The pictured flowers,-- 8187|The grass, the flowers,--the woodbine fring 8187|Around the footlights' shaded glare, 8187|And ghosts of murdered friends well near, 8187|And faces in the moonlight fair 8187|That smiled on fair De Gilla smile, 8187|And whispered words,--the Dead are here!-- 8187|To tell this tale of friend and foe, 8187|And of the "old Crusoe." 8187|But these grim shapes of awe and fear. 8187|No tale to tell of "meeting,"--no!-- 8187|Of patriot, knight, and "Old John Brown," 8187|In the old hall where Lincoln lay, 8187|While the still echoes ceased to ring 8187|A dirge for him by the camp-fire cross,-- 8187|Of the gallant few, the baron chief, 8187|All bent to quench the galling grief 8187|Of the dying, hopeless, dying man 8187|Whose home, and friends, and country then, 8187|Like a wild, wailing wail began, 8187|Wafting him back to his loved native land 8187|On which he could never again 8187|To find his home again. 8187|And such is Lincoln, whom such shame 8187|May not abide, though he may now 8187|Take some faint ray of his pure fame 8187|Which, like some faded scrap of paper, 8187|May not abide alone, 8187|And as near by, or yet less near, 8187|The Blessed Lady lay her last new child, 8187|For whose dear sake he long had smiled, 8187|And whose dear sake he long had known, 8187|And who in her he loved so dearly, 8187|And, in his own heart, was his own; 8187|And then the form which once it wore, 8187|In death-still beauty now is laid 8187|In a new, grave, still marble shade! 8187|But, oh! its lingering beauty now 8187|No more enfolds him like this classic man, 8187|And wraps around his evening fire 8187|This hale, the only one he loves, 8187|Which, like his lady's, seems to burn 8187|For ever in his heart, though thus 8187|Uncurled by cold Ambition's touch. 8187|And who, tho' known to thee so near, 8187|The fate of all the world may know? 8187|Thou seest the very truth, I fear; 8187|No fiend is hid--no traveller's show 8187|Can pass thee o'er--a thousandfold, 8187|To call him back from his loved shore, 8187|With all thy magic of romance 8187|That made him thus more pure and bright, 8187|In that long trance which is his home, 8187|And all that charms his eyes, beloved. 8187|When the moonlight is over my fields, this morning in mid-air, 8187|And I stand beneath the horizon, or at the corner of the world, 8187|Hiding and sunning, then two spirits form one spirit in me-- 8187|Whom alone in darkness, in storm or in sunshine, I beheld. 8187|In the midst of it all-merciful glory, they gleamed between, 8187| ======================================== SAMPLE 858 ======================================== . 30282|“Why is a king so much deceiv’d by his enemies, &c.” 30282|“And with bold and prudent words the man replies.” 30282|“If I knew any one, nor did I know.” 30282|So spake the king his brother Isolon. 30282|“Well have I heard, with reason I am jealous.” 30282|“O my liege lorde, why will you force your liege, 30282|Who thus have nam’d your fancy to betray? 30282|“But I, a proud and high-born fool am I, 30282|As that proud man has done me grievous wrong.” 30282|“O I saw, it seem’d her father, that fell minion 30282|Of his proud mother, slain by me. 30282|“I’ll have a wife ere this to be a thief, 30282|Or have I one in whom I may not mete 30282|For to conceal my purpose and my mind. 30282|“Thereof I have a choice.”—” “O thou most gallant,” 30282|“Thou art most worthy; and thy face I saw.” 30282|“Thy face,” replies Isolon, “is proud and high; 30282|And as thy face, thou sayest so. 30282|“My eyes saw not thine eyes so passing strange; 30282|And with my voice she seem’d to cry.” 30282|And straightway then she call’d him by his name, 30282|And said, “Thine eyes and teeth I hold on two; 30282|So was it wont to me, of a false man, 30282|In a base man to spend his treasure twice. 30282|“Then I, ’twas from mine own inner self, 30282|And within thine own bosom I did throw. 30282|“I’d no gold,” the king said, “yet like a wold, 30282|So wroth am I, to break my faith with woe. 30282|“I am a man of mirth,’ says Draghignol, 30282|And he is bold as a lord in field. 30282|“And all so stiff and strong is the staff 30282|That the silly woman is never prest 30282|To break her faith,” he said, “by force; so strong 30282|At once my sword and shield and body feel.” 30282|And the proud woman to the proud man said: “No! 30282|“I’m but a knave, a fool, a knave indeed, 30282|And the rascals of the earth before a king.” 30282|“O thou wert a knave,” he said, “and the rascals knew 30282|That neither man, nor woman there was found; 30282|Yet hast thou a coward dread for every one. 30282|“But for thy horse and coat, thou wretched fool, 30282|This knave well knows he never could be found; 30282|And to my hurt he will not strike a stroke.” 30282|And the proud knave fell down upon the ground. 30282|Then the proud knave that was Sir Lancelot: 30282|“I’d leave thee, fool, to break thy fealty; 30282|My life I would thou should’st have left ere this.” 30282|Sir Elvar is Sir Gorloë’s coach: 30282|“So be thou ware,” said the king, “it’s not 30282|Fortune in this world,” the lad said, “is full. 30282|“I’m twenty black and blacker that with me.” 30282|And the proud king, to the knight, he cried; 30282|“I’m twenty black and blacker that with me!” 30282|Then said the knave to the king, “So be thou minded,” 30282|“That thy fealty go not anigh, 30282|To the king’s suit sitt� ======================================== SAMPLE 859 ======================================== , 26611|"Of my fair cousin and mother 26611|"The old house I shall be the last one, 26611|"Though she dwells by the castle wall." 26611|I have a house of quietude 26611|With all its roof of aged stone, 26611|Where many rooms and lodges be 26611|In jasper drest, draped over round 26611|With mullioned windows, over which 26611|The azure sky is gently glowed. 26611|This little house, so small and neat, 26611|So rich and tasteless, large and fair, 26611|Shall be most like the cellar- grate 26611|From whence the cosy fire may grate. 26611|So I will tell you a story 26611|That may never be forgot; 26611|Though you may think that I have been 26611|Too much on ' Border fare-- 26611|A house with seven walls of lawn, 26611|And a window with a spire, 26611|And a dial with two glass eyes, 26611|And a rosary of dew, 26611|And five redchick figures just 26611|In the arch would be my pet; 26611|But she is always by the door-- 26611|Her father's always there; 26611|She gives her loving heart to think, 26611|And her mother's always there-- 26611|A story of a broken heart, 26611|Though I may not speak a jest: 26611|For she was always by the door-- 26611|Her father's always there. 26611|I was ever a passer-by, 26611|A man of many moods, 26611|Telling tales to a mortal eye, 26611|Of a land of field and wood, 26611|And a Spanish horn she gave, 26611|To blow upon a ball 26611|To ring a ball like that 26611|For every eye to see, 26611|And a Spanish horn for her 26611|To ring anigh unto. 26611|I would I were in my new cottage there, 26611|Upon the gable floor, 26611|And she with her silver hand, on tippling leather, 26611|In the glad eventide 26611|Would speak to me, as she had told her lover, 26611|And I would say--"Good day, Sweetheart." 26611|But she would go, and I would hear her say-- 26611|But he would not--I could not--'Tis more than day! 26611|Of the lambs and sheep, 26611|Go, fold up my wings 26611|And fly away. 26611|Where the fleecy clouds stray 26611|There the winds are gone, 26611|And the yellow birds are 26611|Offering to sun. 26611|All night long on the shore, 26611|Shining with starry light, 26611|Drawn by ship-sails ne'er weary of lover, 26611|From the ocean far out on the ocean, 26611|A black pall gathers and darkens the land, 26611|And the clouds hang humid and dark on the land. 26611|I am not proud for my riches, 26611|And for those proud and brave, 26611|The high and the distant 26611|That rule the slave. 26611|I have heard the cries of the lost and the spoiled, 26611|I have seen the meshes of the doors of exile unspanned, 26611|And the grim watchmen and the sentinel slaves, 26611|And my wife, and my child, and my handsome-faced bride, 26611|Have driven my wealth and my gear to the fiend, 26611|A black shroud strews me and makes my heart crack._ 26611|When the dark hour of anguish has come, 26611|When the sweet hope, long deferred, 26611|That I shall look from my lattice 26611|On this poor hut of clay, 26611|Know that my roof is a blackened thing 26611|Built to be night and day, 26611|I know not which the better thing 26611|For escape or escape may give; 26611|For I have lived, I have died, I am left. 26611|So long as my name and friends are known, 26611|With my name, on the ======================================== SAMPLE 860 ======================================== that the sea and heavens are lost, 8187|While the tall, scaly serpent creeps amidst 8187|Its gilded coils, and, like the snail, beneath, 8187|Stern hues of morn come, lurid over cliff and cliff; 8187|While on some flower-dried rock, by moss-grown waters lost, 8187|Glares the imprisoned fire of the sun-scorched crows; 8187|While the bright sea-bird, as he nears his garden's verge, 8187|Gives to the wild-plum'd winds his fitful hymn; 8187|So do the spirits of the groves and springs 8187|Glide o'er each rivulet or bubbling pool; 8187|And, when the day of its full splendour sinks, 8187|A brighter glory in the eye of heaven 8187|Wins the world's dazzled gaze on him again. 8187|The beauteous spirits, who rejoice on high 8187|As they are seated by the azure lake, 8187|And their souls mirror all things that betide, 8187|And see how lovely they must look to be,-- 8187|How they must look to some undying love, 8187|If haply there is one in life enough, 8187|And this the hope that, meeting toil or joy, 8187|This shining wealth of eddying wealth o'erclouds, 8187|Makes to the lake a happy anchorage! 8187|As to the sky the sunny smile of morn 8187|On all that brightens earth so clear and fair, 8187|As, while along the mountain's breast he gilds 8187|The brilliant halo of the solar shower, 8187|The stars shine out, as if by magic skill 8187|Of aught divine in heaven they first had shone:-- 8187|Yet in the darkling pools, where, as by work 8187|Of wakening fiends in valleys dark and deep, 8187|The moon comes forth on some exulting form, 8187|Faint, fading as it comes,--this is the scene! 8187|No, no, those nymphs, in heaven's clear heaven above, 8187|Glide--not from those enchanting stars that shine 8187|In the lone isle, so swiftly she comes forth; 8187|While all around, in the soft moonlight, 8187|Re-kindled, shines on every side the moon; 8187|And all is hush'd, save where one silvery beam, 8187|Like a stray insect of the sunny south, 8187|Lighting the glimmering tints on glassy stream, 8187|Mingles its liquid path with the bright air;-- 8187|No, nor the silver brightness of the sphere 8187|That in those dancing stars is seen to rise. 8187|But oh!--what is the bliss the moonlight there? 8187|The dream that on those rosy-lidded eyes 8187|Gazes with soul still lovelier than the shade 8187|Of the young Naiad, like a summer stream 8187|Of light upon the wave of summer-tide, 8187|That, like a cloudlet of the moon amid 8187|Its waters, stirs not, day and night, but smiles 8187|Sixty bright moons, and stills the mighty day 8187|That will delay the light and bring it back, 8187|Whose gentle radiance, spreading yet more clear 8187|And holier thro' its bright excess, has made 8187|A heaven on earth as on its breast. 8187|And see how many a bright thought bursts away 8187|From the smooth brooklet's dashing gush; how many 8187|Flowers with full lustre the transparent scene 8187|Diffuses;--and, like many friends, that walk 8187|The lucid dance, when softest sleep hath lost 8187|The power of motion, and they walk the light. 8187|And see the lights that make this radiant world 8187|Open their casements, and look round them so, 8187|That all, as they are gliding, may be clothed 8187|In air, or clothed in light or shades as deep 8187|As, in the pure and silent air, pure thoughts 8187|Of perfect love! the spirit's ======================================== SAMPLE 861 ======================================== and the bearers, 27864|Lying all alone 27864|When the others had gone; 27864|And she laughed until she cried, 27864|"What a wail comes from!" 27864|Then came the gentle Sounseer-- 27864|A maid, not earth's half-natured, 27864|But of mild and gentle mien; 27864|Yet with love like love beguiled 27864|She had never smiled. 27864|And when they had laughed and sung 27864|Singing at her side, 27864|Pale, with love's sudden flush, 27864|Fading, she put by, 27864|The bonny face that smiled. 27864|Little he knew if she were 27864|Haunting a sullen day, 27864|If he were come from the chase 27864|Or a comer-by. 27864|He saw how all in the dark 27864|It was most like to be; 27864|How a true love must have been, 27864|And lie as a good coal should have been, 27864|And the fire should have boiled. 27864|And it came from the nearest shade, 27864|That seems a bit of fire, 27864|A flicker of fire on the green, 27864|And a quiver of bloodred ire, and, afraid, 27864|The fire should have burnt as a stake. 27864|And when that lady passed him 27864|And walked in the other way, 27864|She knew not, for she was a lady, 27864|Or a warrior of the day. 27864|The words of the maid, the words of the man, 27864|He heard, but did not understand. 27864|For, in the evening, a man may rise 27864|And, on a sudden, fall; 27864|And he may fall as a man may rise, 27864|And his body may crack and grow 27864|As though he were one of the race 27864|That he strives to win; 27864|He may take breath, as he turns to death, 27864|And die as he should die; 27864|The other, the other, the one he sought 27864|To prove him the foul fiend. 27864|He fought like the man who fought for his soul; 27864|He fought for himself, though now he die, 27864|Till he sinks in the night; 27864|And the knight in the dark, and the man who fought, 27864|And the man that had loved him, lie. 27864|There was a youth of Ireland 27864|Who drank of the delver, 27864|And often he had done it, 27864|And blundered the livers, 27864|And kicked the lightnings, 27864|And swore by the powers, 27864|That never would bud from their drinking, 27864|They'd go and they would, 27864|And, though it be a dreadful foretelling, 271|They'd go and they would. 27864|But never they'd come to a place 27864|Where they'd never expected 27864|To take them, and never give grace, 27864|Though there they'd never be wanted, 27864|And the people all said 27864|That a knight had been headed. 27864|He would have made a great stir 27864|In the way he now ventured, 27864|And now he is fast in his car, 27864|And has lost his wind-pipe. 27864|He'll swear by the lightnings, 27864|And ochonids and bats, 27864|That never would lift him, 27864|Though he'd killed the slumberer's boys 27864|With a terrible noise. 27864|He would have been made for a man, 27864|With a dreadful noise behind him, 27864|He'd catch it, and smash him, 27864|And smash him, and smash him, 27864|And smash him, and smash him, 27864|And smash him, and smash him, 27864|And smash him, and smash him, 27864|And smash him, and smash him, 27864|And smash him, and smash him. 27864|There was a lady 27864|In our town, 27864|Who called for her Assizes, 27864 ======================================== SAMPLE 862 ======================================== and death in a moment. That is all we can tell of. 6520|Woe to him who could wish it! If it were so, this present 6520|This is what you see. He is still of the same age, but the 6520|recompasser no doubt, however unwed as he was, if only with 6520|truth, the story of his own fate seems told you, by the 6520|concealment that he is born in the same state, of how I have 6520|told you, and how a whole year, since he was appointed to 6520|affirm his faith, had been hanged. You cannot imagine how 6520|this wretched creature is delivered from prison, and how in 6520|consternation with which the penitent's freedom for ever was 6520|unavenged, he would act foul deeds by violence and by slight 6520|courtesy, and would not regard it as his duty to charge the 6520|people with ungratefulness, and would not regard it as his 6520|cause. No one, however, is more obstinate, and this would 6520|perceive only its accursed habitation; and thus, when he 6520|was about six months old, there he remained with his wife and 6520|children by the large-marshalled chieftain, for whose loss he 6520|desired to return in the arms of the pious Padu, whose death was 6520|thence. Since the parting of the night, when the holy book which 6520|perishes, has not been mentioned, I swear that it was on that 6520|name. A stranger came and asked me, but I answered him, 'Madam, 6520|you will find nothing to do with your daughter, but you can go to 6520|her chamber with her.' 6520|The cock, cock, cock, cock, cock was a general of country 6520|people, and one coming to pay his devissance. They were 6520|then sent back again, but they lost their female friends and 6520|their dear ones, the dear one, and the dear one whom the 6520|servants left for guardian. 6520|I am not sure if this was the first day that the time for their 6520|refreshment was coming round upon the sixth day, which I called 6520|attention from. 6520|Myself heard the cock crowing outside the door of the old 6520|sterom, and often thought of the girl seated next, and I did not 6520|they reprove me, but I must not leave off crying. 6520|Many months have I been a scion of the Sibyls, and I know 6520|that a daughter will not be allowed to let her husband see 6520|him no more. You may know how the old house rang through its 6520|distant voices, and the echoes came back from it. 6520|I think it was here that I heard the cock crowing on the old 6520|sign-post of the Ptolemy, and that night he was the first to 6520|say more things in the same tongue as things that should not 6520|come to pass. 6520|Now the cock is not, but he is crowing, and there is another 6520|sign with them that he will have one more. 6520|Myself too was a young woman who came from a far country, and 6520|was called Eliza Spuffle, daughter of Belligiani. 6520|When the morning came for her they called out, "Come, 6520|you married her, and took her to the house of aunt Gillodach, 6520|who was thrown out working at the sick-shop and being hurried 6520|with the liquor at the treasury. 6520|"O, the woman who has been thrown out work in the bedroom, 6520|looked round at the chamber and said nothing, saying nothing, 6520|and never once said nothing, but warmed the fire with 6520|love. Now she is dead, you know, and I saw her lastly 6520|shining at the bedstead. 6520|I can hear the tread of her horse coming past me; and there 6520|was nothing left but the cold clapping of wings above the 6520|house wall, and the beating of the doors that had been shut 6520|behind her. 6520|"And ======================================== SAMPLE 863 ======================================== |A fair young maiden came to me, 29700|With taper finger, and with golden hair, 29700|And eyes that made my own one fair. 29700|She led me to her chamber, as became 29700|Dear friends who lived in dim and green retreats, 29700|And, passing by the quiet-lighted well, 29700|Went gossiping of long-past forgotten names, 29700|For ever-young, as on, and on we fared. 29700|Oft, as she came, I stood before her bower, 29700|And oft, at even, watched her tender face, 29700|That was more fair than all in Lemnos or 29700| elsewhere that island or the island land, 29700|Where, upon rocky rocks the streams divide, 29700|The white waves whiten, and the curlew woos 29700|The silent flocks. The waters break around, 29700|We climbed into the cave, where, evermore, 29700|The mermaids of the mead-stream came to me, 29700|And on their faces, in a silvery mist, 29700|Drew wet their veils. The nymphs looked on with awe; 29700|To every breeze they sent their tender notes: 29700|Then evermore, with all their sparkling waves, 29700|They sang the songs of many a golden sea, 29700|And evermore the waters bore us on. 29700|We climbed into the caverns; I was there, 29700|And in the dark he lay, and like a stone, 29700|His ragged furrow seemed to stretch and grow 29700|Beneath the floor, though scarcely clothed with shades. 29700|He woke me at the sound, but then forgot. 29700|And every sense was dim with ceaseless pain, 29700|And yet I sat and waited, till I rose; 29700|And, all at once;--I saw the headless head, 29700|And heard it rising from the cave, and cried, 29700|"O Lily, with the tresses of the sea, 29700|So fallen in the dust is thine! My lute, 29700|Is it the wind that shakes thee from the mere?" 29700|And straightway all my thoughts and thoughts returned 29700|To the grey place. There, in the hollow vault, 29700|We rested, and, as we went, the pine 29700|Uprose, in moaning mood, its silence there, 29700|And 'twixt my hands the white hair fell about, 29700|And on the hard earth lay the head, to wade 29700|In a long sleep; and thus to find the place 29700|Was filled with shadows and with phantom shapes, 29700|I rose, and looked into the dark and saw 29700|The dead man's body; saw the faces wan 29700|And sunken face; but I was glad, and cried, 29700|Ah me! I cried aloud: I looked and hearkened! 29700|The forest-shade was white with many a bough 29700|From the boughs of the pine, to the water's edge. 29700|I sat and listened, and--thereas, too, was joy! 29700|The spirit that brooded o'er the sunny south 29700|Was walking, riding in the air, from place 29700|To place to that of heaven, and in its voice, 29700|With those sad sounds along the psalter's hymn 29700|The winds have trembled to and fro, and all 29700|The world into a God has whispered; have I not, 29700|With all the ages in my soul, divined from far 29700|By that dim light which looks upon a God? 29700|The sun grows pale and lurid, but he rides 29700|In the same halcyon of his race whose sires 29700|Gained the world's borders at the goal of man, 29700|Till all the shining fields with terror grew; 29700|The same his highness at the highest. He, 29700|Battling against my fate, his strong right hand 29700|Received, himself,--my enemy within, 29700|And that red blood ran round him, and the crowd 29700|Of other nations clomb to that fierce head, 29700|And, ======================================== SAMPLE 864 ======================================== it with your own! 13167|The night is like an opening flower 13167|And buds and blossoms grow. 13167|But in the night your heart is hid, 13167|Your heart is hid in clay. 13167|The night is like an end of woe; 13167|And as you walk in joy 13167|Three sidelong glances you shall show 13167|The secret of the smart. 13167|Your heart is like a sudden door 13167|Set open for the morn-- 13167|Yet while you wait and watch the floor, 13167|And in your trembling light 13167|The shadows come and go like rain 13167|And hide you in the night. 13167|As the wind and sun of the night grow cold, 13167|Your heart is cold and pale. 13167|And there is neither light nor you, 13167|And the sky and the fields and the sky and the trees 13167|Are nothing like to the poor in their 13167|lessness. 13167|To your dull heart of a long ago you came 13167|And the sun and the wind and the rain are as vain, 13167|Yet the flowers and the stars gleam goldenly 13167|In your innocent eyes. 13167|A little while, and I shall see you pass, 13167|And I shall laugh and dance in your embrace; 13167|And you shall sing of the little lives you had, 13167|All that we had of you and the grace 13167|And a happy home in the world's wide face. 13167|You shall remember the dreams that grew 13167|And the eyes you see in the summer skies-- 13167|And how, with your own hands lifted, 13167|We thought of the friends that love your eyes. 13167|I shall sing of the tears your eyes have known, 13167|I shall sing of the hearts you wished to see 13167|In the night and the dewfall, and the dawn 13167|Shall come and blossom and never can 13167|Make them understand each another's thought 13167|When you are not what you seemed; 13167|I shall love when I am old 13167|As the day on the mountain's breast, 13167|And your heart shall nestle and hold 13167|In a quiet fold; 13167|And the sweetest things to sing, 13167|In a little place apart, 13167|I shall sing of your heart to-night 13167|All the night. 13167|I can see the sun set late, 13167|While my love is lingering there, 13167|With its sunlight in your eyes' light, 13167|With your sighs in my love's care; 13167|I can never wait a doubt 13167|But your love may shine and fall 13167|With your light in Heart's bright way 13167|All the night. 13167|I have known a glory yet, 13167|In a thousand years ago; 13167|And I know it shall be sweet 13167|In the night. 13167|In the morning, looking up at you, 13167|I can see the stars above you 13167|As they flicker and cease to be. 13167|I can hear the song of the bird in the tree 13167|When the branches are bare, and the rain is on high; 13167|I can hear the little singing birds, 13167|When the branches are bare, and the rain is on high; 13167|I can hear the wind's heart beating, 13167|Like a silver bell in a golden string 13167|In the night. 13167|I can drink from the lily cups 13167|When the sun burns low; 13167|And my soul can drink in the winds that sing 13167|And the rain-notes of rain a-wing; 13167|In the night. 13167|I can hear the song of the bird 13167|When the skies are bright! 13167|And my Love can sing in the lily's ear, 13167|When the rain-clouds drift; 13167|And my Love can kiss in the morning's kiss 13167|The rainbow's tinted rim. 13167|I can sit on my royal coulter 13167|And hear the music of lovers' sighs 13167|In the night. 13167|I shall hear the song of the stream ======================================== SAMPLE 865 ======================================== |His hands did bear: 39784|"A weary lot is his, 39784|His folk are cauldering, 39784|His house the moss-bank shaded, 39784|His vineyard 'midmost hung with 39784|Shoovels up like a lady, 39784|On the first day of September, 39784|For trespass to the household 39784|In company with the Queen!" 39784|Next morning, while in wailing, 39784|And stepping down the hill, 39784|With heavy heart and feeling 39784|This hunter walked the hill, 39784|He met with cheerless bearing 39784|The lovely maid, Isis, 39784|Whom his truant flock returning 39784|With festive welcome cheeries, 39784|To greet his sire, Isis dear, 39784|When, lo! on her way he met her 39784|Whom he did love and honor 39784|For her sake, and for her beauty, 39784|His youthful blood for hire; 39784|"I love thee, youth," he said, 39784|"For ever at thy window 39784|I have seen thee stand before me, 39784|And in love have listened therefore." 39784|Then, turning to her teacher, 39784|She asked him once again: 39784|"Tell me of the pleasant vale 39784|On the sun-clad hills of Yonder, 39784|And of this goodly place, 39784|Where thou with me hast been 39784|Among the youthful maids-- 39784|The maids of Yonder." 39784|"Then I will tell thee why," 39784|The youth made reply, 39784|"The smoke of his mouth is finer 39784|Than is the smoke of yonder." 39784|"I started up in the morning, 39784|And walking 'mid lively green,' 39784|I heard a girl's voice: 39784|"I'm going to see her marry 39784|A dashing, handsome wooer, 39784|Who loves a girl the best, 39784|As many great men do, 39784|But her lover she is none of them all!" 39784|I followed her and asked her if she would consent. 39784|I said: "You'll take your horse and give her up." 39784|"Oh no, I'll stay and marry with a good cheque," 39784|She said: "I've met me from the town." 39784|I started up in the morning, 39784|And stood before her door 39784|The while she spake, 39784|"I've often heard a lady 39784|Who cries through the poor doors." 39784|"Do have your horse and money, 39784|Your money worth for a man, 39784|For your sweet father's dead; 39784|Take money, take money from the bell," 39784|She said: "It's very well." 39784|"A maid should use it easily, 39784|And work at once with the ring; 39784|And she should wear it easily 39784|Because she needs it when she ought." 39784|"I've heard a man," said I. 39784|But this is not the way to love me," 39784|She said. 39784|I set my horse on saddest steed 39784|To look at the fair of form; 39784|I look out for the knightly maid-- 39784|The lovely, winsome, virtuous-- 39784|The lovely, winsome creature, 39784|Who gives her heart when she wants her will. 39784|I took her to a chamber, and there 39784|I found the fair and noble damsel, 39784|Who lives so happily in life and beauty, 39784|As she is worth an honest love. 39784|I went with her to a garden fine 39784|And she was happy there at evening. 39784|But she thanked me for the work I did 39784|And for the pleasant company; 39784|And she made me think of all the things 39784|Which lie in the sweet of woman's love. 39784|In dreams she saw me once again, 39784|Her dear and beautiful consort, 39784|As she is passing by the greenwood plain 39784|Where she can see the wond ======================================== SAMPLE 866 ======================================== and the dead; 34331|That none may go to God 34331|Or dwell in Heaven: 34331|Then, like a god, 34331|When I do not know Who doth live, 34331|My bones and veins shall be 34331|Fixt together: 34331|Yea, for a God, 34331|As I do know, who doth, alive, 34331|Know this and know. 34331|This is the ship of pearl 34331|A ladder mast cannot ascend, 34331|So high she runs, no frigate e'er 34331|But in the water herself hastes 34331|To shun the deep. 34331|This is the ship of pearl 34331|That never yet ascended the sun, 34331|But in the flesh herself did swim 34331|And wander far: 34331|Yea, this is she 34331|That all alone 34331|Sail side by side: 34331|And all alone, 34331|Sail side by side. 34331|Here's a health to every ship 34331|Sent sailing out of the mouth of the sea! 34331|Here's to every gentleman's son 34331|That comes from the horns to the ivory! 34331|Here's a health to every man's son, 34331|Here's to every state: 34331|I'll promise a health to every man 34331|That comes from the horns to the ivory. 34331|Here's a health to every man's son, 34331|Here's a health to every man's son! 34331|May the days in which we parted 34331|With never a tear or a groan. 34331|May the rocks in which we parted 34331|With never a groan or a groan. 34331|May the rocks where we parted 34331|With never a groan or a groan. 34331|May we never, for ever, see 34331|Thecomb and its rocky caverns, 34331|The graves wherein we lay'd 34331|Before we had more than ever 34331|Fill'd up this great wine-cup, Palatine,-- 34331|That old forgotten time 34331|When still we spake of chivalry, 34331|And said our swords and guns to-day 34331|And said our kisses, and said we pray,-- 34331|This is the ship of pearl, Palatine; 34331|And this the fragile urn 34331|That shall receive this guest of mine. 34331|The sun has set in the West, Palatine; 34331|See, on the snowy waste 34331|Of his winter-steed, white charioteer, 34331|His horse is stamping a trot; 34331|His hooves are making holiday, 34331|His sides are drawing strangely near 34331|That shadow of mist is on the sea, Palatine; 34331|The evening star is like a crown on his head, Palatine. 34331|The moon is like a harp of gold 34331|In which he lays his golden keys, 34331|And with a music full and bold 34331|Makes one side of the other a melody. 34331|The moon is like a dulcimer, 34331|In which he makes one note to sing 34331|Like many throats, like one in tune 34331|With one clear, silver, solemn psalm,-- 34331|And one refrain, one perfect psalm,-- 34331|The psalm of Dian, high and far, Palatine. 34331|O lady white, O maiden white, 34331|Be so my message, that no night 34331|Can hide from thee the name of her 34331|Who bareens with her white-skin white 34331|The spotted folds of her delight 34331|Against the ivory gates of night. 34331|The lady white, O golden moon, 34331|Shed your sweet influence upon her, 34331|That even the gods might gain a noon 34331|In kiss-making from your body. 34331|O lady white, O golden moon, 34331|Be still my message, lest you miss 34331|The sacred burden of your kiss, 34331|Although I give you rather than 34331|The psalm of Dian, high and far, 34331|Alone with your ======================================== SAMPLE 867 ======================================== on the lawn's green side; 40237|He heard, as he did walk, 40237|On his half-burdened mood 40237|The old man's mood. 40237|"The sun," he said, "the world 40237|Fights on for them that roam 40237|And they are with the dews and dew 40237|But I have wandered far 40237|From this green home. 40237|"With them I leave the world, 40237|And all I hope to do 40237|Is this: that the tired man 40237|Has found the best for you. 40237|"For you," he said, "the world 40237|Is wide to me and seeks 40237|Full soon, I ween, its sun 40237|Has journeyed far and near, 40237|And I have travelled far. 40237|"And now, while I hold on 40237|In my poor arms," said he, 40237|"Till the dreary night is gone, 40237|All you may think of me, 40237|For you alone. 40237|"For you! I do not care 40237|If in the green-wood shade 40237|You watch the gathering fair 40237|While I waken from the glade, 40237|When the lights are in the hall 40237|And I wakened from my fall, 40237|And the cowslip fields are green, 40237|Where I wakened long ago 40237|When I lay on your breast so cold, 40237|And the children weep on you; 40237|"Where they were cast in earth, 40237|And with them I will play 40237|Where the sweet birds cannot sing, 40237|On the quiet summer morn; 40237|Where the early linnets ring, 40237|And the lambs are softly born; 40237|Where the early violets blow, 40237|And the meadows are like snow, 40237|Where I waken silent now 40237|When my hands lie thick on you. 40237|"Where you slumber in the shade 40237|And hear the winds of spring 40237|In the cuckoo's muffled peal 40237|Tell me they were friends long dead, 40237|And the grasses bright and green 40237|Where I wakened long ago; 40237|"Where below the chestnut tree 40237|We sat together late; 40237|And you were far away, John, 40237|When we two were young and gay, 40237|And little children late at school. 40237|"And every hour that fleets the day 40237|I think of you and them, 40237|And every hour that flies, John, 40237|And every night I cry and wake, 40237|To think of you and them; 40237|"And in the morning by your side 40237|I think I shall be kind, 40237|And all the day I want you there 40237|When little father says, 'You'll wait 40237|And tell his doting mother where 40237|They'll fetch him back to-morrow night.' 40237|"And when the evening comes at last, 40237|And the sun shines on me, 40237|I think that I shall have to go, 40237|And hide my face from the wet winds and showers, 40237|And all my books and flowers, 40237|"And when it is time we sit by the fire, 40237|My little friends and I, John, 40237|I think of you and them and you, 40237|And to myself I make my prayer 40237|That none but you may come and live, 40237|Where you may come to me, and give 40237|These books to their disconsolate hands 40237|And all the books and flowers, 40237|"And O, dear, dear! to be alone, 40237|To be alone in my own house 40237|With my dear Book, my sweetheart of the Spouse. 40237|For, dear Lord,--and that Book it was, 40237|And that I myself might be alone, 40237|When all the world lay white and still 40237|Except my candle, my light and chill, 40237|And I in the candle-light could see 40237| ======================================== SAMPLE 868 ======================================== . 38566|But yet the theme of this poem will strike upon readers of 38566|"I read of men for ships, and for naval trade, 38566|And for Walpole's peaceful subject I wrote 38566|A poem on the seas: it was like the ship 38566|When sails are trudded for you and the breeze 38566|Makes ready for the breeze,--I wrote it not, 38566|But when the wind blows round I felt 'em all 38566|So pretty fair that I thought I was drown'd. 38566|I said to myself, 'Heaven save us the ships! 38566|They never saw the like, we are all alike. 38566|I know that they're all safe--they are all alone 38566|In this land of the Widow and I, and, Sir, 38566|There will be no danger.'" 38566|"Then she said to herself, 38566|"That I'm under my roof, I will give a blow 38566|Pointing at them--I have always had fears-- 38566|To say my fears are foolish." 38566|"You are here 38566|All the day, and the night I read all the day. 38566|Do you think you remember the well-known books 38566|When you wrote _Il est son seulement_?" 38566|"I remember the talk of the good old ships 38566|With your old foolhardiness, but it was not 38566|Just now and then it was all a private matter. 38566|I remember, too, when you wrote them, and last of all 38566|Began to tell of ships, and what was told 38566|Of science and of art. I wrote you what 38566|Of those ships you had taken." 38566|"'Tain't that I don't," 38566|Said the man whom she had purchased for himself, 38566|A man who was poor enough to earn his bread 38566|(I mean the best part of his life, by and by) 38566|By which he had toil'd to purchase a new suit 38566|Of armour and a shirt with which he bought. 38566|But there!--and on the table by the door-- 38566|The story of the ship--and of her that made 38566|A woman--who was--I will tell it to you 38566|Before you know it's all over: she was--that 38566|Was--what we talked to her.--you understand 38566|You know those times. You never knew before 38566|How we'd come down here.--But now you don't object-- 38566|Just see--the sea is different from the land. 38566|You don't know what it is about, and ask 38566|How much you wanted with you,--it may seem 38566|Something about it like this--or a woman-- 38566|Or any woman--but I've heard of it. 38566|But first I told you all about the ship: 38566|I was a child--no wonder she was--tall, 38566|With downcast eyes and white-trunked crescent, 38566|A maiden mouth and form like Hesperus: 38566|She was the daughter of a mighty Earl, 38566|In whom he had a family: she had 38566|A very humble nature too, to love him. 38566|She was a very happy nature--a 38566|Though happy nature--a full year ago 38566|When she was hers: the whole world knew it, too, 38566|And ask'd you for it even: but I said 38566|That, if she had to marry him, that 38566|To leave us was to go again. He had 38566|A splendid liveried nature--a full life 38566|Of health and mind: so was he fill'd and sated 38566|With life, and by his love grew richer yet; 38566|If she had loved him, ah! you should have seen 38566|His every wish fill'd me. I believe, indeed, 38566|And would have loved him, had you had to give 38566|For love's sake, something that you had not 38566|To fill with; but in passing many a mile 38566|Of forty-day we see the old ship still, 38566|With ever-burning eye upon the track. 38566|My mother said the tutor left ======================================== SAMPLE 869 ======================================== the waters, and his brows 26785|Are the deepest purple, and the rest 26785|The tenderest gold. With these, the King 26785|Is not alone; for in his breast 26785|Holds a secret! He is wise, 26785|For he hath heard that which is best. 26785|And so, God bless him, when to-day 26785|He cometh in his last bright dream, 26785|Where is the lover's hope and home? 26785|For now is a low wall of dust, 26785|A barrow and a lane, 26785|The world is still as it was when 26785|The world was a domain. 26785|A castle hung on a valley, 26785|And there fell a splendid crown, 26785|The peasants from far and wide 26785|Would have loved and known it; 26785|But the turrets the peasants had builded, 26785|The fortress and the crown, 26785|And the river ran out of the forest, 26785|And the mountain ran down. 26785|For the banks were of beaten gold, 26785|And the towns of the Brondings, 26785|And the gold of the Norman people 26785|Were one fair plain that gleamed. 26785|And there sat in the deep recesses 26785|The Master of all; and there 26785|The Master of all had found it 26785|Deep down in the marge of the forest, 26785|To lay it upon the ground. 26785|And with him the fair domain, 26785|With many a noble lady, 26785|And with him came the Brondings, 26785|And the ladies fair and young. 26785|His soul soared, till it departed, 26785|And with him went the King, 26785|And from him came the Erse, 26785|And from him came the Caw, 26785|Light of heart and strong of limb, 26785|To the windows of the town, 26785|Who looked from their entrailed gown, 26785|And saw on the walls the gold 26785|Pleasant in his beard and hair, 26785|And the fresh, delicious smell 26785|Grew on the ear with sense. 26785|There rose a cry of Hate, 26785|And with a moan of pain, 26785|For his own was the fair town 26785|Where the Lord was found again. 26785|A voice of compassion, 26785|And of pity from the sea, 26785|Stood up and spake to the King, 26785|With a dream of suffering: 26785|"I have dreamed, and I hope to dream," 26785|He said, "O King, again!" 26785|And they heard the loud halloo, 26785|And the herald and the seer, 26785|And the loud hall the sign, 26785|And the herald and the seer, 26785|And the seer with eyes of hope, 26785|Looked up to see the King, 26785|With his crown of blameless gold, 26785|On that fair well-earthly town 26785|Where our Lord was found again. 26785|And he wept, and cried, and cried, 26785|And his face shone as a star, 26785|And he spoke out sweet and low, 26785|In the words that he was herding 26785|In the meadow on the hill, 26785|And there he looked upon the earth 26785|As a prophet by his mirth. 26785|In the field of the erring world 26785|The Lord His own is found, 26785|In the fields of death and birth, 26785|And of all the erring earth. 26785|And on the hill of the erring world 26785|The Lord His name is found, 26785|In the fields of the erring world, 26785|And the name of the erring world. 26785|The world is very beautiful 26785|As it is, 26785|The world is wonderful, 26785|The earth is beautiful 26785|As it is. 26785|As round and round the earth 26785|The rivers pass along, 26785|The rivers flow at morn, 26785|The hills are white with snow, 26785|The clouds are ======================================== SAMPLE 870 ======================================== --the sun will not shine on thee, 34215|And the stars will not gladden thee, 34215|When I remember, I may not be 34215|A very thing to thee; 34215|For the moon and the stars will sing one another 34215|In songs where I wander, to thee. 34215|To tell to the world what I feel in my breast-- 34215|To ponder the thoughts that oppress me so well-- 34215|To lean in the kiss of a sister's warm rest, 34215|With her smile on so sweetly as who could not know well; 34215|To lie in her eyes' clear, cloudless calm-- 34215|To lean in her arms--and her smile on so well-- 34215|To lie in her arms, and to rest in her breast. 34215|To wander among unknown stars, 34215|With never a fear to come near me, 34215|As I muse to her shoulder afar, 34215|And weep that the unseen watchers 34215|Have gazed upon me so mournfully-- 34215|To listen without a a tear, 34215|To hear--not to hear! 34215|To kneel, as at eve I am gazing, 34215|To hear the mysterious voice of my own, 34215|To rise with a light unsullied, 34215|In the midst of the universal throne, 34215|And, evermore paling to pearly 34215|The dark in my soul, I grow like a chill; 34215|The moon has a clearness to listen, 34215|And the stars seem to know the word,-- 34215|Yet my spirit has yearned to thee, love, 34215|And thy spirit has never been weak. 34215|To my full roused soul thy love's words seem. 34215|And there! ah! this thing all love's flattering 34215|Tells me thou art not thy soul, thou art so! 34215|All love-born, all love-born, 34215|With soft, white lips of thine,-- 34215|I catch mine back again, 34215|And feel thy heart's wild beat 34215|As though it swept with a wounded part, 34215|And beat the whole of my trembling heart. 34215|Oh! give me back the days gone by, 34215|When first I wooed thee to this breast, 34215|And, yearning deeply for your breast, 34215|I turned love's wing to thee and sigh; 34215|Oh! give me back the days gone by! 34215|I think I could forget thee!-- 34215|And all thy thoughts, oh, so! so!-- 34215|I know I can remember thee, love, 34215|As I watched all the past years move. 34215|Oh! give me back the days gone by, 34215|And the gladsome life that used to be, 34215|When swift the years had danced aside, 34215|Like a tired child on its mother's breast,-- 34215|I feel I could recall the hours 34215|I left behind, when first I met thee; 34215|And when those wild eyes met mine eyes, 34215|I thought how vain were the sighs. 34215|Oh! give me back the days gone by, 34215|When through the field my boyhood strayed, 34215|And the bright days, so long gone by, 34215|Had been mine own--my own sweet maid. 34215|I know that, when in my boyhood's prime, 34215|When life's sweet memory shone like thine, 34215|I felt thee with an echo now, 34215|And, doubting not the love that shone 34215|Through the lone winter nights alone, 34215|Wondered that such an early love 34215|Would never more be done with mine. 34215|I know they speak of thee, and yet 34215|I never more can feel thee near: 34215|Thou art not of the world--a shade, 34215|But many a treasure shalt thou have. 34215|For there will come a time when, lone, 34215|Thou needest not a look of cheer; 34215|When, with some strange mysterious grace, 34215|Thou 'lt breathe a gentle word of cheer. 34215|Then let thy voice, when thou art near, 34215|Pro ======================================== SAMPLE 871 ======================================== , you saw my father with no child, 35227|Who was all folk about him; now he goes 35227|Scarcely a simple semblance of the clown, 35227|Yet with his cheeks flushed red he wearily 35227|Was looking at me, as I to the work 35227|Where there a day was set, and as it was 35227|I heard him speak to me. "I was that one," 35227|He said, "nor I that other; there I sat 35227|Without or 'neath the sunlight or the moon 35227|Or without, and the great stars themselves 35227|Were looking at me, as I stumbled on 35227|And wondered why I could not see them there. 35227|'O father,' I began, 'what shall we do 35227|To get up this thing of the world? how can 35227|I keep my eyes close shut? the night is dark 35227|And there is no moon's glimmer nor sun's beam. 35227|Will there be stars for any one to have? 35227|They go from there to light me. Do not doubt-- 35227|But look the stars look well. Do you believe 35227|We shall not, must not, be more happy hours; 35227|And that sweet stars alone know good from ill? 35227|How can I say it? I will tell you true; 35227|For I have often wondered why I asked 35227|For wisdom at the first? Why, I will tell 35227|You nothing; but I heard a sage say so, 35227|When once I probed my mind, and tried to gain 35227|By adding words whereby a virtue slipped-- 35227|So did he speak--no less a man said no, 35227|And then he seemed a man who was so wise. 35227|I said the first and 'twas a spiritual, 35227|And I was right, however, who it was. 35227|To love you 'twas a folly to be good; 35227|To let atone for what was afterward 35227|A thing to your compassion and your pain-- 35227|And then to go . . . And, father, if I sinned 35227|Too late, you might forgive me for the past, 35227|And save the life I lived in as a child 35227|As now, I think, I shall be good to you. 35227|This hand and this again are both my own. 35227|I am not good to you. I loved you then 35227|When we were two; and that's grown strange at last. 35227|I'll love you better if I may: for there 35227|Is no dead life left ever in the world. 35227|I loved you--Mother, I am not above 35227|To call you dear as she is who has missed 35227|A dear place, and a friend will miss me much 35227|If he should die and find another face. 35227|I shall be sorry to love her. There we are! 35227|We have been much together, I and you, 35227|And I am glad we had no happier time 35227|Than she for whom we thought ourselves so near 35227|And had no better things than happiness. 35227|We sit here by the window, making moan 35227|The old hard earth another hollow world: 35227|If I should die to give it worse to have, 35227|And you should hear and see me cry the dark 35227|Through my lips, and go on weeping, and say, 35227|'You have done well to live--I will not die.' 35227|O mother, mother, if I had not done 35227|To have such or such love as to have, this, 35227|This were my last great sin. 35227|If I were brought from far away 35227|Where all the world lies sick and pale, 35227|And could not win you back to life 35227|As I did, after all your strife, 35227|I would be sad to death. 35227|If I could give you all life left to live, 35227|I would not have you die. 35227|So let us have no further oath-- 35227|No other word, nor any oath, 35227|But that I have to live and die 35227|And to die better. Ah, let this 35227|Be true for ======================================== SAMPLE 872 ======================================== ? Is it with what we are to say? 6619|What you are you have known, 6619|What have done to yourself, 6619|What to me you have done? 6619|What to me have you done? 6619|What have done to me, have you done? 6619|What has happened to me, 6619|What has happened to me, 6619|What has happened to me. 6619|What has happened to me, 6619|What has happened to me, 6619|What has happened to me? 6619|What has happened to me, 6619|What has happened to me, 6619|What has happened to me, 6619|What has happened to me? 6619|What has happened to me, 6619|What has happened to me, 6619|What has happened to me, 6619|What has happened to me, 6619|What has happened to me, 6619|What has happened to me, 6619|What has happened to me, 6619|What has happened to me? 6619|If I could but remember the old trick 6619|Ye had helped to make us a'; 6619|Ye could never forget what the old trick 6619|An' ye thought, O gude forgi'! 6619|Ye had played us a spitefu' haggis in 6619|An' ye'd broken us a'; 6619|Ye had fed us wi' lambs an' had killed us wi' shame 6619|On the lips that ye cam to acclaim. 6619|But now, fare ye ill, 6619|And it's worse for you, 6619|Tho' ye come to the last sic rannier sma', 6619|But for me ye shall a'. 6619|O, come and see me, my bonnie black e'en, 6619|Ye shall aye lack for to blame; 6619|And ye may forgi'e us wha stood to keek at her. 6619|Come to me, ye wighty timbrels an' sit, 6619|An' I'll show you how it will fare; 6619|For ye'll sen' some o' that kind, I dare swear, 6619|Ye're aye battanin' to her mither." 6619|The king has taen the fair lady by the ha', 6619|And a-bowt the king of the east kirn: 6619|"My merry men, put on your green coats 6619|That ye wear clean frae the morn. 6619|"For I ha'e danc'd fair by my ain sweet mou', 6619|My merry men a' ha' pierc'd me; 6619|I thought o' the day whan I first did steek at her, 6619|Whan I cam into the mools wi' me." 6619|"Hae na been sae danc'd to, my man, for this very cause? 6619|I was a prisoner in the mools, 6619|I cam here frae the dale at the close o' the day, 6619|And I never was in but forritu', 6619|But I lay a' doun by her mou'." 6619|"I've gotten wife and sic a pride, 6619|I'll keep it till I dee; 6619|I've broken sic a heart o' hair, 6619|It canna' be for love o' me." 6619|They ha'e taen the gowd shene, 6619|An' they ha'e tint the sea; 6619|And ance they've clad the queen o' the west, 6619|Wha we'd be o'er nae mair than me." 6619|"O stay, my ain, wee thing, 6619|Tak aff your gowd wi' me. 6619|I winna come again to your tryst again, 6619|The king o' me has a' gane astew. 6619|"This feck o' his, how did he die? 6619|He lived to see us dye! 6619|But he was a false friend o' mine, 6619|He left his ain for me. 6619|"O stay wi' me, my ain dear lord, 6619|I'm tauld the day ======================================== SAMPLE 873 ======================================== , 1322|The word of truth was "Aye," 1322|And the mouth of reason was "Aye." 1322|Yet we do differ in manner and colour, 1322|And we do not differ in kind of degree; 1322|The reason is why it is that we seek, 1322|And why Nature is the floral or ton'd. 1322|I cannot separate from you the expression, 1322|And why it is you do not look at me. 1322|I do not know your value, 1322|But I would know the reason, believe it. 1322|A man might have had the beginning 1322|With plenty of it, and a plenty of it; 1322|Yet if man should have the beginning 1322|With plenty of it, as I said before, 1322|He'd be the millsman and the ploughman. 1322|Yet it is in the water, 1322|And the earth is not so green, 1322|There is something underneath the surface 1322|That will make a man what he will 1322|To water the dog with a feather. 1322|So I am not a dog, 1322|I can never bite a hog, 1322|I never lick my lips, 1322|And I swear by all the stars 1322|That for nothing in the world 1322|There is nothing in the world 1322|That has nothing in the world 1322|That has nothing in the world 1322|That has none in the world 1322|That has none in the world 1322|That has none in the world 1322|That has none in the world 1322|That I want to make a man, 1322|That I do not like the work of my hands. 1322|And I stand not on the ground, 1322|But I hold the earth apart, 1322|And if I could tear the globe from the sky, 1322|If I could tear the globe from my heart. 1322|I am not the dog, 1322|There is nothing in the world 1322|That can make me stand aside 1322|To take to the place I like the best, 1322|I do not like the work of my hands. 1322|If the little brown hands 1322|Are fit to feel about your face, 1322|It is not the touch of yours, 1322|But you, my sweet, 1322|It is not the old love 1322|In the warmth of your throat 1322|That thrills you through and through 1322|Like the sap of the grape. 1322|If the little brown hands 1322|Are no better than mice, 1322|Then you know I ate your heart 1322|And put it in trust of me. 1322|If the little brown hands 1322|Work harder and faster, 1322|It is better, I say, 1322|Than making or marry 1322|When they find your head turned, 1322|Or the hair turned yellow 1322|Or the haze upon you, 1322|Or anything else 1322|That may make me turn away 1322|Like a bad boy to see through. 1322|If the little brown eyes 1322|Do not turn, and turn away 1322|In the end from the light of day 1322|I have nothing in my heart 1322|That shall make me turn away, 1322|I shall feel no answering-- 1322|I shall be afraid of silence. 1322|The grass leaves grow round the sun, 1322|The little brown leaves 1322|Suck and turn in the sun, 1322|And make the sea smooth. 1322|The little brown leaves 1322|Are like little girls 1322|Sitting under the rocks, 1322|Grow pretty close by them, 1322|And come to their corner, 1322|And make the sea smooth. 1322|Little brown leaves, 1322|Tall and straight as they age, 1322|They nod and hide in the creek 1322|Where the clear waters break 1322|In the sandy bay half asleep, 1322|And the shore-slush keeps singing. 1322|Dark green leaves on the light ripple, 1322|Like a bird's low note in the far blue air, 1322|And the dark water gleams and glitters. ======================================== SAMPLE 874 ======================================== out of the water, 13331|The blue sky over the valley, 13331|The river, that flows with the valley, 13331|The land of untrodden beaches, 13331|Of floating fields and the brown hill, 13331|And the beautiful, placid waters. 13331|The clouds pass their shapes up the mountain; 13331|They are part of the blue river, 13331|Part of the landscape on the valley; 13331|Where you may lie on the cold turf, 13331|And your face gleam through buttercups, 13331|And sparkle in the golden sunbeam, 13331|And sparkle in the golden moonlight.-- 13331|O heart of the blue! 13331|O my heart! had you courage to stand so near my heart, 13331|I would press your tender side, 13331|Hush your soft words, resting on my lips, 13331|In their sweetness, resting here on my heart. 13331|I will go up to your side and say my wishes 13331|To one who watches by me here alone. 13331|Your hands are bound with flowers: in their tender fragrance 13331|There is a flower that you will find; 13331|And if I cast one look at the sweet white daisies, 13331|If I may see one among them there, 13331|--It will be crushed to dust by the hand of cruel Cupid. 13331|So I can look at you still, my lass, and say a wishes; 13331|And smile, as if you would return, 13331|Forget the smile of the smiling Cupid, 13331|Forget the glancing point of One 13331|Who looks no more on this world below, 13331|But waits to do me the kindly part 13331|Of the way that leads me here to you. 13331|Forget the world, or the thought that you come 13331|To-night is one with my happiness; 13331|And I would pray to Him that He would grant you 13331|The way that leads me here to you. 13331|I have no wish to ask; no wishes to attain 13331|Must I make out, or words that may not speak to pain. 13331|I feel no wish to give me cause for weeping; 13331|My heart has been so full of grief and pain, 13331|That I forgot the promise of that morning 13331|To you, sweet Maiden, in the world to-night. 13331|The wish that I have made so vain 13331|Is that I yet may look within 13331|Upon your face, and say I see 13331|I loved you for your wayward mood; 13331|I recognize the wistful eyes 13331|That look in many a looking-glass 13331|And say the thoughts they visit to my heart; 13331|And yet I think that you were not so much like me-- 13331|The gentle smile that I have ever kissed. 13331|The spirit of my spirit is not yours, 13331|But a great boon, that the heart of you 13331|May have a source of love for you 13331|For all our human misery; 13331|And, as one turns from peaceful towers, 13331|To see the vision of my happy dream, 13331|I think I shall not ever cease to think 13331|On the immortal hills of my beloved. 13331|I knew that you could lead me to your side, 13331|As if I had been in a foreign land, 13331|When the white convent-bells and the golden gate 13331|Could never sound so well: the foreign gods 13331|Could never know that you were coming mine, 13331|And all my life--or was it then my fate, 13331|Lest I should die alone, for I had died 13331|And I had not been blessed. And I should die 13331|If you but knew that I was passing by. 13331|But why delay to know? What is life worth? 13331|The good that is not, will not go away. 13331|The happy gods know neither death nor birth, 13331|For why their kindly gods have made them so. 13331|It can but last beyond the bound and bar 13331|That holds them both from you and me away. 13331|And, sweet, I will not wait for you to-day. ======================================== SAMPLE 875 ======================================== and the old man; they are neither over prudent nor 35991|over wise. 35991|"I had a letter on the post of the Post, but it was not the 35991|Post, and a paper of some of the old ones with the binding 35991|cloister. 35991|"The man who writes me that I shall not want a turn deserves a 35991|"It is the order of the world, 35991|"Which has seven lines and a capital line; 35991|"And that the post is set along the line 35991|"That has to be set upon the self and line, 35991|"The line must stand along the line, 35991|"And that is good, in line. 35991|"And who knows nothing but the truth of this 35991|"May not be false, and have no chance to miss, 35991|"In all opposed, the counter and the rest, 35991|"May do obeisance to the post. 35991|"What is there to he done, do what is right, 35991|"And the sole end will be a fraud, a sight, 35991|"And then the woman's life will be a night, 35991|"And if I leave you, when I am gone, 35991|"You, if I follow, have a little toy, 35991|"And they would take me by the skirt and gown, 35991|"And I would be the servant of a king 35991|"To do the service of a king. 35991|"You shall lie down upon the ground 35991|"In the black regiment of death; 35991|"And you shall eat of all men found, 35991|"Saws and tobacco, food and sleep 35991|"With the old lion's teeth: 35991|"And you shall have a carcase like the bear, 35991|"Where you can lay an infant's bones together, 35991|"And you shall have a lion too, 35991|"And you shall have a monkey too." 35991|The autumn passed, the year was growing old, 35991|Yet the boy bravely took the child 35991|And ran to tell him all the truth 35991|When the spring came. 35991|But the mother, when she cast her eyes, 35991|Said, with a choking, half surprise, 35991|"O, I am brave enough for this, 35991|"But I am not worth while to kiss, 35991|"And yet I do not need a crown 35991|"But I am brave enough for this, 35991|"And yet I do not need a crown, 35991|"And yet I do not need a crown, 35991|"And yet I do not need a crown, 35991|"And yet I do not need a crown. 35991|"I have one leg for all," said she, 35991|"And that will be another for you, 35991|"And now I do not need a crown, 35991|"And yet I do not need a crown, 35991|"And yet I do not need a crown, 35991|"And yet I do not need a crown 35991|"If there be any who will wield it, 35991|"And when I do not want it, 35991|"And when I do not want it, 35991|"And when I do not want it, 35991|"And when I do not want it, 35991|"And when I do not want it, 35991|"And when I do not want it, 35991|"And when I do not want it, 35991|"There is a certain certain thing, 35991|"That the child thinks it a joy, 35991|"That the woman feels it, 35991|"That the child thinks it a joy, 35991|"That the mother feels it, 35991|"That the child thinks it a joy, 35991|"That the child thinks it a joy, 35991|"That the mother feels it a joy, 35991|"That the father cannot see it, ======================================== SAMPLE 876 ======================================== |The last that on her pillow lay. 28375|"No, no, my love, no more you'll share 28375|Your little part; you are not there! 28375|And, though my hopes and tender care 28375|Be gone from this my heart, I know 28375|That I shall not again bestow 28375|And send her back; so much I owe, 28375|To you, you only, and to me, 28375|Who never had a chance to be 28375|The one I loved and took from me!" 28375|When first I heard her name, I thought, 28375|It was but from herself that ought. 28375|Then as she bade me follow her, 28375|I followed in her train my lad; 28375|And still, I think, the way she pleaded 28375|Was pleasant, where no fear I knew: 28375|But as I told my love and sorrow 28375|To you, she gave assent to none: 28375|I kept them. Now I cannot hear. 28375|"O, if you have my heart to take, 28375|My soul will keep it, that is best!" 28375|And then her gentle hands I lifted 28375|To mine. Thus, then, we passed one day-- 28375|To heaven and earth I made essay. 28375|I loved her from the first. . . . I thought 28375|Love may be cold, the sun may shine, 28375|But cold--I cannot speak, but you, 28375|Her dear, can you not always be? 28375|So, do your best, and keep your heart: 28375|Oh, if no better bliss be mine, 28375|I'll give you that which Hope may claim 28375|If you and I should choose the theme 28375|Of your first, happy, happy name. 28375|Aye, she's a saint then; but I fear 28375|You still can call her from me here, 28375|Since all those kisses, all are vain 28375|To give her, and she cannot find 28375|(Still, love, they are not all your own) 28375|The cold, cold words I never kissed; 28375|She loves. 28375|That night when I was in her cell, 28375|I met her at the break of day, 28375|All lighted at the temple door 28375|With such a sweet, redeeming ray, 28375|As neither sun nor moon shall shine 28375|That night, no moon, no star on high 28375|Shall come to bless my waking eye; 28375|And while her voice is in my ear, 28375|And my heart dances with the tune, 28375|I'll dream that hour in Paradise 28375|Of her with all its blissful dreams 28375|And happy days and happy dreams. 28375|But now I hear the choral strain, 28375|The clarion trumpet's note again, 28375|And see the glories of the sky, 28375|And hear her shepherd-land reply 28375|To every bird, in heaven or earth, 28375|And hear, in every joyful sound, 28375|Her welcome to her heavenly birth. 28375|Ah! thou wert never dear to me, 28375|And yet I loved, so tenderly; 28375|And when the moonbeams on the sea 28375|Had spread their silver wings around, 28375|I gazed around in fond delight 28375|And listened to thy voice, and found 28375|A tale most like thy very song 28375|And in the bosom of my heart, 28375|Were told, as being thine apart, 28375|Who now, with thoughtful, careless mien, 28375|Hast yielded up thy words, that showed 28375|How sweet it was and what it was; 28375|How on my simple heart 'twas laid, 28375|And thy remembrance in my mind 28375|Hath kept some secret of thy grace, 28375|And thou wilt leave me as thou mayst, 28375|For thus the old heart is the sign 28375|Which thou must leave me, to repine 28375|That thou wilt leave me, and depart 28375|Unless thou come once more, and be 28375|E'en lessened to a common heart. ======================================== SAMPLE 877 ======================================== of earth-- 31015|All the world's wild passion, 31015|The hot surge and the stark decay, 31015|And the hurt seas, and the wreck, and the 31015|sea-- 31015|Oh! what matters? I know that my soul is ever 31015|flying, 31015|As I sail along the dark blue sea 31015|To the shore-line line at break of day, 31015|To an eastern window hung with bars, 31015|Where I watched the sky for the Christmas stars, 31015|And the sea for the wandering sun; 31015|For the heart that's heavy with prison bars 31015|To the dreary beach of the dreary stars, 31015|From the land of light. 31015|And I sometimes think, on the dreary coasts, 31015|How far off to the lonely ones there abides 31015|A child, that shall weep with the old refrain, 31015|To the sobbing sobbing, sobbing ferry-plain 31015|At the dreary doom of the days of old, 31015|And the giddy stars, and the leaping sea, 31015|And the subtle cry; 31015|For the land of light; I will go down now 31015|Far into a weary sea of woe, 31015|And weary of life and pain; 31015|Nor think, though the years be ten and ten, 31015|That I can win one last gift of the sea 31015|Through the dreary years: 31015|For a mother's love is a mother's joy, 31015|And a father's love is a holy joy, 31015|The dreary years. 31015|The dreary years! the years! the cruel years! 31015|They have lain upon the mother's heart and have 31015|The mother's love and the heart of a child, 31015|The mother's love, and the mother's love; 31015|They have ever been worthy of her and of Him 31015|Who has sown the seed of the mother of hope 31015|In the heyday of sin and the hovel of doom, 31015|In the days of pioneer. 31015|They have scattered the seed in the sowing ground, 31015|Their hands have untrammelled it, 31015|The fathers have swelled it for seed renowned, 31015|And the future has sealed it. 31015|They have planted the seed in the sower's heart, 31015|And the seed of the future has sealed it apart, 31015|And God has made it. 31015|They have given it up to the sons of men, 31015|And they own with their hearts their glory and 31015|The glory and love of the mother again, 31015|In the days of youth and the days of old. 31015|They have drunk their wine, and the sons of men 31015|They will reap as they lie within the sun, 31015|When they taste the great joy of the mother's love, 31015|And the mother's love. 31015|Who knows the sorrow and joy of the night, 31015|The tears of the years that never shall dawn 31015|Into one, in the joy of the love-born light, 31015|And the peace that is born of the mother's sorrow, 31015|And the mother's joy? 31015|The joy of the world is over, 31015|And hope is in bud and blade, 31015|And life is in flower and flower, 31015|And death is in every head. 31015|But when the bloom comes in the flower, 31015|It were hard to miss the sweet 31015|Of a world in bondage thrown, 31015|And the mother's love in its grasp has broken, 31015|And the mother's tears. 31015|Who knows the joy and the sorrow, 31015|The sorrow and joy of life, 31015|The sorrow of light to-morrow 31015|In bondage of earthly strife, 31015|Yet the hope of the future borrow, 31015|And the mother's love in life? 31015|A child of the earth--a flower 31015|That never must die and bloom, 31015|Where'er the earth's fruitful beauty 31015|Sits in the heart's dewy hour, 31015|A friend of the earth--a flower ======================================== SAMPLE 878 ======================================== , 1728|the storehouse, and the twelve plenteous, all of bronze and gold 1728|the quarry and all other quarry of them; the tables 1728|are set with rags and bits of silver; the tables cover 1728|the tables, and above all are stored the rich raiment 1728|with many a goodly raiment, and the wine is good to eat 1728|and drink, and there is a banquet in this house at daybreak; 1728|for in no wise do we lack battle, nor yet is our banquet 1728|more joyous than in the fair country. But we must do even 1728|our work ourselves, and ply our household's feasts, and 1728|lay us the better; and then again the labors of the 1728|housewife shall be done." 1728|'So spake he with his long speech; but he arose and took 1728|up the raiment, and at once put his sword in his grasp, and 1728|threw it all into the hands of Odysseus, and smote the 1728|ground, and so departed that there was no more question of 1728|doer. And as he fell on his knees before his fellows, 1728|for Anticlus stood by him and spake and hailed him: 1728|'Up now, stranger, show thy seat and thy company, and take 1728|me up in thy strong hands.' 1728|Therewith he led his way and spake among them, the 1728|swineherd in the doorway; and Odysseus was glad at the 1728|omen that had come to these to eat and drink in quiet 1728|orders. And he clothed himself in raiment that was lying 1728|about his shoulders, and went forth and bade the maids 1728|follow it. Then Athene was glad when she knew that she 1728|would let him go. So she led the way with her, and the 1728|mighty Arce arose and passed forth through the halls, 1728|as was befitting a god, and drew forth a white ox 1728|from the teat, and set him against the door-posts, and cast 1728|her wheaten bread on the chine of the hall. Then she 1728|bethought her of a pasture land far off, such as was to betide 1728|in the days of old, and a maiden wooed her with a gift 1728|of wooing, since for a little she had laboured hard as needs 1728|of bread, and she made trial and the other maids bade she 1728|go forth from the hall to taste the bitter fare in some 1728|good place, and all the honour that was in the house, when 1728|she loitered on my coming, and so would she weave me 1728|hazy and glad. And as for thee, Eumaeus, many a goodly man hath 1728|gone, and in thy house thou art yet strong and even 1728|taller than he that comes to a bath in the days of old. Yet 1728|rather without thee would I take thee in my own house to lie 1728|in the sight of thee, for methinks that in my time of trouble 1728|the great gods have given thee a better hand than thine. 1728|Now it behoves that thou send me in thy voyage forth a little 1728|lively-winded vessel in such wise as I deem a goodly 1728|raft and the driving of the sea, and I wish to be able to 1728|draw nigh to the land, and lay me by the hollow ship, 1728|that I may abide with thee near thee, my company and thy 1728|glorious wife. And these other women shall keep the steads 1728|and chambers, and none of these shall need thy presence, 1728|and I will give thee a chamber and a goodly floor, and a 1728|cheerful bed. And thou shalt lie all these nights, my 1728|saints and my company, in the morning whensoever the 1728|sun set, and all the land was filled with light, and 1728|angels rang upon the earth, and the sun and the wind 1728|went up through the heavens till they came to that place 1728|where I dwelt of old, and now my spirit is changed, and 1728|even as I look ======================================== SAMPLE 879 ======================================== of that name. 'Twere more to tell 28287|What the poor loathsome thing had felt-- 28287|An iron link 'twixt me and my spell! 28287|The night came on, and dark and deep 28287|The darkness fell upon the sleep 28287|Of him I love and cherish so, 28287|That waking, waking, sleeping so, 28287|He cries, from sleep and hears me call, 28287|From sleep to sleep; the whole night throbs: 28287|Till morning, evening, and the day 28287|When the good-night of life shall take 28287|Its course to finish darkling prey, 28287|Wakes on the mourner as a knife 28287|That cries, 'O night, lie still and play!' 28287|And the rough road before my feet 28287|Was trod, to meet and press and greet, 28287|And take--my road was beaten so 28287|That my glad feet were not more slow; 28287|And the brown road behind my feet 28287|Was trod and past me, far and sweet, 28287|With my glad feet. 28287|What does he mean by all he's done, 28287|By all the light his eyes can see? 28287|That all he does is, that his sun 28287|Beholds, and mine that he has none-- 28287|Yet, 'twas a day, and in his blue 28287|The day was dark and he for me 28287|Drew far away: and the sun, too, 28287|Drew back his rays and ceased to be 28287|Like the light sun into the sea 28287|That weeps, the sun and it for me 28287|Drew back the rays toward the sea 28287|That weeps. 28287|Then with the light, all new and clear, 28287|The day was blotted like a tear; 28287|A strange dark light upon my face 28287|Showed where the sun had left his trace. 28287|No change was on the face of me, 28287|No fear was on my soul, no fear, 28287|But the light wind, and the sea, and the sea 28287|That finds no joy on any sea 28287|That ever beat, that ever drear 28287|Came sobbing into life's last year, 28287|That ended not, were the same, or I. 28287|It all seemed strange--but still it proved 28287|The end was great, that the end was wide; 28287|Yet the strange light shone above, 28287|And the sea seemed looking toward my side-- 28287|To the sea-hollow, and the bright 28287|Sea, and my soul, and the deep, and the sea, 28287|And all the world seem blest to me 28287|With the great beauty of the whole. 28287|I gazed and I gazed, and still did see 28287|The face of a man and a woman's body; 28287|The bright hair fluttered round his neck, 28287|And a wild voice cried out in my sorrow-- 28287|'Lo, this is she whose praise 28287|The blood of a nation is! 28287|She is of the blood of a man or woman.' 28287|So the sea-gulls cried on the rocks, and shook, 28287|As the sea-gulls cried on the rocks, and shook, 28287|As the sea-gulls cried on the rocks, and shook, 28287|As they fell on the heath, on the heath, 28287|And the sea, and the sea, and the island, shook. 28287|Was it the cry of the sea he cried? 28287|And the wind, and the cloud, and the cloud? 28287|And the voice and the heart of the sailor said, 28287|And the voice of the sailor-man said, 'Lo, 28287|This is she who brings to a mortal's aid 28287|A gift for the sheaves from the ocean's heart: 28287|This is she who brings with her living dart, 28287|If the song and the tale of the sailor's heart 28287|Should have a tongue that can utter the same, 28287|He must seek in the fields if the song should hear the same.' 28 ======================================== SAMPLE 880 ======================================== , the great God that the World did know, 34298|And found his heart and all through fear, 34298|For thou wast ever kind and true, 34298|And very human, too. 34298|Thou knew'st not from the bleeding root 34298|What wrongs had bled thy palm; 34298|From the blind wound its poison gave; 34298|But thou dost own him real; 34298|For the blind and the unlettered lives above 34298|We are the Last of Things, and Love, 34298|The kindest and the least. 34298|From a little crescent dropped 34298|(Thick set with little flowers) 34298|There came a purple flower that dropped, 34298|And bloomed in the rose-red June:-- 34298|And here I lie upon the earth, 34298|And the summer with my sighs 34298|Of pain and toil is over and done; 34298|And the mirth is loud and wise, 34298|And the tears are in the eyes, 34298|And the laugh is in the soul;-- 34298|And the mirth is in the sprite, 34298|And the mirth is in the sprite, 34298|And the laugh is on the lip;-- 34298|And the mirth is in the soul. 34298|Then let the years roll by; 34298|Time will go by; 34298|Dreams will come over, and be;-- 34298|For the world is full of thee, 34298|And thou art ever true; 34298|And the world is full of thee. 34298|Then, let the years roll by; 34298|Dreams will come over, 34298|Day will wear away and die; 34298|And the world is full of thee. 34298|"Hush! hush! the little maid 34298|Clasped by my bosom, lies! 34298|Dreams! Hear her dream of love, 34298|And tell her she is wise." 34298|The sky seems overcast, 34298|The river's dreary flow; 34298|The fields around are cold, 34298|The waters black below, 34298|But the sun is always bright 34298|Upon the sunny sea, 34298|And on the sunny bay 34298|The ships at anchor lay; 34298|The blossom is so fair, 34298|And that the skies may smile 34298|On the happy child that there 34298|Lies safe in mother's smile. 34298|And still, and still 'tis good 34298|To know how far we go! 34298|The mother's heart is there, 34298|The child's in mother's hand; 34298|I cannot change or care 34298|The child has found a home; 34298|Why should we weep for a dead child 34298|That never more may come? 34298|The blossom on the spray has closed, 34298|The bird has ceased to sing: 34298|But the blossom was a bud, 34298|A fragrant bud that hath no Spring, 34298|To make the grave a grave-- 34298|The blossom is a grave of ours, 34298|But the blossom is a grave! 34298|With a mother's love and a mother's love 34298|To a grave all long ago, 34298|It's a grave that is far away, 34298|The grave where my Mary and Try and me 34298|Did live their day. 34298|The sun shines over the down; 34298|The stream flows on in its glassy flood, 34298|But the wave is calm and low, 34298|And the child looks up with a mother's eye 34298|At the babe on mother's knee-- 34298|The baby looks up with a mother's eye 34298|At the babe on mother's knee. 34298|When he came back from the dearth and strife, 34298|A mother rose by the cradle-side; 34298|But his mother he loved and only prize 34298|The grave that was left of his own to hide; 34298|And when he came back to its flowery side, 34298|He kissed those brows with hers that had made 34298|A bed for the baby's asleep beside. 34298|And he went ======================================== SAMPLE 881 ======================================== , 27781|And 'fore 'um comes a-callin' for a song, 27781|W'ichever thowght with, or else wuz yan, 27781|Sizin' ez thet wuz thof that, 27781|They called for some kid sperit into t' ketch, 27781|Ish wuz therman in a' thing spake he, 27781|And sez, "You know I've nut," 27781|The frisky yan 'ud know me, and he run agin 27781|To hear the talkin' that I laid ther skin. 27781|So back I went, and git ther watter shoon, 27781|Ther warn't no fayr that wuz ther wont to be. 27781|But ther wuz "Wahr David," an' I knew it well, 27781|But what warn't that? It wuz ther he did. 27781|And, last I went, it wuz ther he done gone. 27781|I felt he wuz therman in ther shroud, 27781|Ther warn't no fayr that wuz ther wont to be. 27781|Ther warn't no fayr that wuz ther wont to be. 27781|But, come next morn, the t'rent wuz all dry and warm, 27781|And see the things wuz slep' up on his arm. 27781|Ther warn't no fayr that wuz ther wont to be. 27781|My childern, w'en he done to it agin. 27781|He wuz so fey he was awlus kin. 27781|I can't tell you how that same helf parent fell, 27781|And bein' wulled to death, I scow, 27781|'Cause that ogled him to a' that way. 27781|He wuz so sickerned he could scarcely tell. 27781|But ole kep' a-knowin' fer his wull. 27781|O they wuz hard an' dry fer his bones, I knoo, 27781|An' ev'n thet they wuz hard an' wet; 27781|He breakfasts acrost his knee, 27781|An' he done writin' most t' other side; 27781|Onc him gits breasted up on th' toes. 27781|Says I, "Wite where we can't get out o' th' moon?" 27781|An' he say, "W'ich we can't find out, I knoo." 27781|Says 'e, "I smell a rat, an' I don't care a peck 27781|At the white rat-tail of yer lapp, 27781|An' the night-black cat is at us here. 27781|But yer a bird sall bark, if I say 'ay. 27781|An' the black rat is at us here. 27781|I'se gwine back to my father's house, onc't more 'n I can get out; 27781|Or I'll keep on a-gittin' there, 27781|But w'at can't come out, I don't care where. 27781|_To the Balks, onc't_ 27781|Oh, 'Eaven't got no roofs an' houses, unless it's sort o' dim, 27781|An' 'e can't make no Crackers at all, 27781|But jest takes in on me, 27781|Says I, "I'se gwineter kill on a, ain't I?" 27781|I'se gwineter kill onc't more. 27781|Till, mebby, I'se done me blockhead, 27781|An' 'e can't do me b'ther, 27781|Says 'e, "I'se gwineter kill on a, ain't I?" 27781|Says 'e, "I'se gwine 'ome, I'se gwineter kill on a.' 27781|"Oh, but," says 'e, "I can't keep on 'is 'ead, 27781|If it's nobbut short, 27781|An' 'is long feet can make it bleed, ain't 'e?" 27781|I'll never 'ave no Bohea, 27781|She n't ======================================== SAMPLE 882 ======================================== . 8187|But I think my song's worth a song. 8187|We've been boys together, 8187|Three years together, 8187|And as much as another, 8187|All for the fun of fun. 8187|One was lucky, one was free, 8187|One was good and one was free, 8187|One was sure and none was he, 8187|Oh, 'twas joy to chat together. 8187|Turned from, turned with a keen glance, 8187|Turned to me, turned to them, smiled she, 8187|And with glad, approving glance, 8187|Away she fled from me. 8187|Oh, how happy I was then, 8187|How happy I again 8187|Shining in the magic fire 8187|Where old recollections ran; 8187|Oh, how happy I am now, 8187|Far away from father and mother, 8187|For, to drive the pack away, 8187|None my faithful dog could say. 8187|Yes, she gave me one wild heart. 8187|Oh, how merry I'm now, 8187|And she is a gentle sprite, 8187|And her father--not like me-- 8187|Is the happiest dog in the world-- 8187|Was that day so very mirthful, 8187|On the day that I was born. 8187|Ah! who looked upon my childhood? 8187|Or what youthful fancy told? 8187|Still I was yet a child. 8187|Still I was yet a boy. 8187|The boy and I were happy, 8187|He for whom I used to play 8187|Was still an object of my heart, 8187|But now is gone away. 8187|And now! even now, in childhood, 8187|With another spark of mind, 8187|Love hath fallen from our union, 8187|And I feel it now--even then! 8187|Oh, to be a boy again! 8187|For the days of youth are long, long years, 8187|Oh! how sweet it was to stray 8187|By a fairy waterfall, 8187|On the banks of a clear stream; 8187|See the wonderful melodies-- 8187|Lilacs in a garden wild 8187|Lying in the midst of May, 8187|And the wild birds singing gay, 8187|And the honey-bees that feed 8187|In that spot of fairy ground 8187|Where the cherry trees stand round, 8187|And the humming-birds go round. 8187|Ah! would that I might so 8187|In the shade of a fair room, 8187|See the beautiful forms of love 8187|Just below my dazzled eye, 8187|Just beneath the trees in spring, 8187|Full of beauties, bright and gay, 8187|In the midst of May and June, 8187|Just beyond my window's bar, 8187|On my heart's own verdant path, 8187|When the morning's sun is high, 8187|And the scene a fairer dream, 8187|Where the breath of witch-like air 8187|Wafts a spirit from above, 8187|And the purest love is there! 8187|There's a bower, that doth not fade, 8187|Where two bright eyes, like infant eyes, 8187|Shed their soft effigies, 8187|Like that of a mother, fair 8187|In her beauty, or an infant's birth, 8187|Betwixt sleep and life. 8187|There's a bower, that doth not fade, 8187|Where two white lips, like pearls, are kissed, 8187|With their innocent eyes of pride, 8187|In the forest deeps of green, 8187|Or the quiet meadow's bound 8187|To the throne of God alone; 8187|There's a land without a star, 8187|Where the fairy elves may sleep; 8187|And the elves the night and day 8187|With the elves of heaven may keep, 8187|And the fairy-gods of air 8187|And the spirits of the air, 8187|And fairy elves of earth-- 8187|All have wings and eyes,--they fly 8187| ======================================== SAMPLE 883 ======================================== , 1365|The last of them, 1365|The sisters of St. Martin's. 1365|They come from the region of shades 1365|That sing the long grass-shocks to our home. 1365|A night is a single night, 1365|A nightingale sings, 1365|And sweet is the song of the night: 1365|Oh, take me away from thee; 1365|I am a child at thy breast, 1365|And yet God's world is in my hands, 1365|From the depths of the sea to the land. 1365|Take me, O beloved of God: 1365|In all my prayers and tears, 1365|Utter my feeble prayer: 1365|Help me to be where I am, 1365|Where I have fallen,-- 1365|Where I have loved to be. 1365|Take me, O Lord, though in the dark, 1365|Unopened yet before I die. 1365|Oh, let me not forsake thee, Lord: 1365|The anguish of my last farewell, 1365|Thou knowest the only peace and light 1365|Of thy love in the night. 1365|For the deep in my bosom creep, 1365|And the joyous stars above 1365|Till the morning of God appear, 1365|And the earth and its darkness and fear 1365|Shall see thee and love; 1365|For the rest and the giving are thine 1365|In thy worship and prayer, 1365|Oh, be it mine with all the trust: 1365|That thou ever with me mayst breathe 1365|Light and life in thy name, 1365|And a new life in thy life,--to make 1365|My hopes of thy love in the dark, and a love 1365|For thy goodness, Lord. 1365|I was a stranger in this solitude, 1365|When winds were wild, and leaves were fresh and fair, 1365|And the brown leaves went trailing in the wind, 1365|Through the weird trees of Broceliande, 1365|Till the dear sound of the o'er-fraught air 1365|Made me forget my home. 1365|To the heart of youth there came 1365|No kindness, no resentment, and no care, 1365|But the tears and the prayers of men who weep, 1365|The broken hearts, the wrongs, for them too deep. 1365|In their wild way they strove, 1365|And in patience they strove, and in fiercer hate. 1365|And the sky that shone like gold 1365|Grew black with their weary fires, 1365|And the sea, as cold and dark 1365|As the sky in autumn nights, 1365|Swayed in anger to winds and to swine, 1365|And the air so dark and cold 1365|Darkened overside 1365|That a few bright stars in the west, 1365|Striving against a corpse in the gloom, 1365|Stood with a corpse in the gloom, 1365|And they stood while the wind went by, 1365|And on their black bodies slept, 1365|But the sea, as cold and dark, and deep, 1365|Warmed not, nor moved. 1365|With a sense of shame and pain 1365|In the morn 1365|They stood, and, like weary men 1365|Who are worn 1365|And alone 1365|In the light, 1365|Tranced and burnt, 1365|Their dark eyes bright; 1365|With a faint breath, 1365|Of a soul's death, 1365|They stood, 1365|Weary of strife, 1365|Bent on the path 1365|That stretched like a sheet. 1365|Then a voice cried, 1365|And its voice said, 1365|"Come and lead me, O my God, to Thy throne!" 1365|And the sea, as a wailing moan, 1365|Sighed, and the wind was gone, 1365|And the sea, as a wailing moan, 1365|Wailed and died, 1365|And the people, 1365|Aghast and pale, 1365|Woke up from their dusky bed with dread, ======================================== SAMPLE 884 ======================================== |To make it a new thing! 2620|No, no, 'twas not their cunning, 2620|No, no, 'twas the cunning, 2620|The wit, the skill of a child 2620|(For many plots and weathers 2620|Have made it a child's play), 2620|And yet it all came duly 2620|So, if 'twas a child's play, 2620|'Twas something more than kindness, 2620|A child's play the sole part 2620|Of all the year's plays 2620|For man's amusements 2620|To the best shooting. 2620|No, no, 'twas a hard task; 2620|But they all sang the praises 2620|Of the Great Spirit's powers, 2620|Till all their tunes were riper, 2620|As children they played at nights 2620|On Christmas Eve by the chimney-side, 2620|And the whole wood sang in their praise 2620|Of the bright May-sun, and his rays 2620|Of glory hung over the place, 2620|Till all the wood sang out their lays, 2620|A joy, a praise; 2620|Then, in a sort of triumph, 2620|The guests all sang out the same 2620|Old ballads, ages gone, and left 2620|In the merry May, long after, 2620|The young men and the dancers; 2620|As still as ever, when the sun 2620|Of life shone o'er the maple boughs, 2620|Sang out in joy all the old men, 2620|Glad in their souls, of that new fun, 2620|For the merry May. 2620|And ever when the guests should all 2620|Sing out the old modes and the tones, 2620|They all sang out the praises 2620|Of the bright May. 2620|Then, as the bright days wore to their full, 2620|And the live sun came over the hill, 2620|And ever and anon the bells 2620|Talked in their souls of long renown, 2620|Of the good old times, the old men 2620|Who made a happy life well- spelled 2620|For every merry May. 2620|And now, God knows, I have it all 2620|As well as the gay days went by, 2620|For, once a year, to the old men, 2620|The bells were only just in the sky 2620|That they used to sound in their praise 2620|To the bright May. 2620|I saw them in the bar as I stood in the shade 2620|Of a long red field in the sun; 2620|And I heard a cry in the breeze that had fled 2620|In the face of the world, I must run. 2620|I have lost all delight in the world, dear Lord, 2620|To play there with you and to die; 2620|For a house in the roadway the noise and the stir 2620|Of the wind makes in my hand, and I cry. 2620|It is very pleasant to feel your voice 2620|Holding time back, and forbidding strife; 2620|To give up all that has been, and all that is, 2620|And all that ought to be, and all that's. 2620|But the time has come and the faces changed, 2620|And the day has forgotten to pray; 2620|And the voices of days are in my heart still sad 2620|As they used to once, to-day. 2620|In vain did I call you a beautiful cause 2620|To stay with, and to please you and please; 2620|You would never in all that came to make me 2620|A word of the life that was ours, 2620|But now in it all your sweet grace I receive, 2620|And now that you are away, 2620|I must look to the sun that no longer is shining, 2620|For out of the sky 'tis a sight now to lose, 2620|And a bird singing on a bright tree to make. 2620|The little red bird singing, 2620|What need have I of singing 2620|The endless summer day? 2620|The little red bird singing 2620|What need have I of singing 2620 ======================================== SAMPLE 885 ======================================== --A man who did the like. 8187|Thus, if thou wilt--the man 8187|Thou canst not be; 8187|Whose heart--as it stood--will beat 8187|With the light that it first shall know 8187|The strength that its spirit can 8187|Into its very depths to grow 8187|A messenger of the God 8187|To the world's great heart of woe. 8187|"But, woman, the world's work is sad. 8187|Its joys are sadder than its pain; 8187|The heart has its music sadder 8187|Than joys--as thy love--when pain 8187|Is not more sweet to me; 8187|And life, like a dream, is sadder 8187|Than all the sadness that it brings; 8187|For 'tis full of the broken hopes 8187|In the mind that for ages long 8187|Had faded from it; 8187|And the dream that hath fallen from Hope 8187|Is sweeter than all but grief. 8187|But the sun of the world is sad: 8187|There is light in the world afar 8187|As a star in the firmament 8187|Where Day is beginning his car. 8187|Then, woman, the world's work is sadder 8187|Than joys--as thy love, when afar, 8187|Is sweeter than all delight, 8187|And all the sorrow that strife hath made 8187|Of the heart, in that moment of strife, 8187|Hath its own last chord of life. 8187|'Tis the heart alone 8187|That hath ever known 8187|The sorrow and pain that pass 8187|In the world before and after each, 8187|When the hope's first bloom have died, 8187|And the heart hath left the lyre, 8187|To be mingled with those who have tried 8187|To bring love's return to the soul,-- 8187|And then--for a breath-- 8187|'Tis the wind, and the heart alone 8187|That sighs o'er the day that was gone 8187|To join that sad choir, whose strain 8187|Is, "No one can leave me again!" 8187|To the spirit of things past; 8187|To the dream that is left as the night's 8187|And the glory we're destined to keep, 8187|And a love to the living will sleep, 8187|'Tis no more for the living, but me, 8187|Though I'm dying and powerless; 8187|Till the memory comes to the eye 8187|That remembered the moment we twined,-- 8187|We have been, and the world is too wide. 8187|But the heart of this soul will find rest 8187|In the arms of a light and a seal 8187|That each is a memory--and blest 8187|With Heaven and the love that we feel, 8187|In our sorrow's first sweetInstancy. 8187|'Tis a spirit, with Life so strong, 8187|That can breathe the airs of song, 8187|And the smiles it brings with delight, 8187|Just as if they never might, 8187|To a heart that is filled with sighs, 8187|And can count our tears,--and then, 8187|As the light on its wings again 8187|Shall dwell o'er the earth that lies 8187|In a bed with a fragrant brain, 8187|So too will this heart regain 8187|Its all-conscious love and truth, 8187|And it shall _never_ die, 8187|To the heart that is young and warm 8187|Like a bud ere it 'gins to bloom,-- 8187|And the life that is sure to come 8187|As the rose ere it leaves its stem, 8187|And the love that is pure and warm 8187|To the lip that is fond and warm, 8187|And the heart that has grown so fond 8187|And so young, ere it leaves the frame, 8187|To the soul that is young and warm. 8187|When the night is all cold in heaven, 8187|When the earth puts on airs of night, 8187|And the moonbe ======================================== SAMPLE 886 ======================================== s, 2619|The snow and the green lily, 2619|And the whole green world of the air, 2619|And all things lovely! 2619|Then on he sped 2619|Down the south dim valleys, 2619|Through glades of aery lawn, 2619|Through woodlands void of lawn; 2619|Heard melodies made live; 2619|Heard bugles on the hill, 2619|The droning of the mill; 2619|And heard his bloodhound warping, 2619|Thunders and horns and horns; 2619|And the man in brown highway, 2619|Cooled at the brook-side soon; 2619|And the captain in the middle 2619|Sat gazing at the moon. 2619|And up the road he went, 2619|Up the dim lanes and down, 2619|His cane-ball antlers laid, 2619|Wet boughs as were with clover, 2619|His whip-shod feet like flowers, 2619|And the bubbling spring-water 2619|Carrying him to and fro. 2619|There for a year O the Yough-hood 2619|Was thickening with the snails; 2619|And the boy and the buckler 2619|Sat down in the lurch and quails. 2619|But the boy and the hare-louse 2619|Sat alone in the empty house; 2619|And the old man from the farm, 2619|Old and great, was out. 2619|And the old man from the farm 2619|By his grey and dusty cot 2619|Was making a fire of his hat, 2619|That shone with a merry light 2619|Through the rifts of the old fellah, 2619|And through the hill and the meadow 2619|There went a shepherd lad; 2619|He thought how he trotted the pane, 2619|And asked for water to put in the pail, 2619|Or else he would do more for a pail. 2619|He thought with a merry mind 2619|He would pick up whole hazel-nuts 2619|To put in the pail and brimstone cup; 2619|He jumped for the last time in the bowl, 2619|Then, after a pause, he sat down to quaff. 2619|He called for his pipe, and he called for his glass, 2619|And he called for his glass, and he called for his glass, 2619|And he called for his hoe, and he called for his glove, 2619|And he pushed his toe, all so merry as he could, 2619|And he went all so fleet that his finger so keen 2619|Was out at the door of the old hound and the young een 2619|Unscotched from the old hound and the young een 2619|Unscotched from the old hound and the young een 2619|Unscotched from the old hound and the young een. 2619|"I prithee now speak, gentle maiden mine, 2619|Speak, if thou wouldest, and tell me true, 2619|Who loved thee, that thou mayest marry me?" 2619|"I hunt for the gipsies," the maiden said, 2619|"I steal for the gipsies, I run for the gipsies, 2619|I run for the gipsies, and all they said, 2619|'We have wedded a wife and a true man's lover;' 2619|'We will live for the gipsies, and all they promised, 2619|Yea, we will live for the gipsies, and all they promised." 2619|"I have wedded a wife and a true man's lover," 2619|"I will live for the gipsies," she said, 2619|"And if you will marry the man you wed, 2619|You shall have a wife and a true man's lover." 2619|"I will marry a wife and a true man's lover," 2619|"I will marry a wife and a true man's lover," 2619|"I will call the devil and he shall not ask you"-- 2619|"Call him Devil and he shall not attract you"-- 2619|"Call him Devil and he shall not attract ======================================== SAMPLE 887 ======================================== ," "And here is a woman, one of the most perfect 692|poems that the best work of his master has ever done in his 692|earliest work since the day that the last day, when it was 692|nightingale, rose before me and took its seat in his arm. This 692|I remember, I remember that song when we read over the fresh 692|washed ground, the little water-shanks of white and polished 692|sand, the trees that grew on the hillside in the sunny 692|night, the wind-trod under us, the white robes wavered 692|o'er us, the great trees hanging overhead, the rivers, the 692|dwellings, the white tombs and blue-roofed shadows, the 692|shining wonders--this is all I am now getting back to 692|Memnon. In the last drive we were out upon the field, and that 692|day was our harvest. I was here of late, but not in the 692|same place. There was a couple of new swathes of short- 692|hered grass yestreen, so fair yestreen, when I had my bow in my 692|hands, and the wet winds and the wet, sweet airs brought 692|back my boyhood, and our baby was my greatest joy, and I 692|seemed alone at the time when I'd had my way, and I could have 692|perceived how, for a time, I'd be alone, but for one moment, 692|with a laugh or a little song and a little sleep that would 692|soon forget what it once was about. I was glad, for it was 692|the very next day that we'd had, so we sat us quietly in the 692|sunlight, and each took the other's nest, and I fancied 692|no harm in this case in my play, but when the sun was up and the 692|waking birds were beginning to sing, I got to the tree which I 692|was in. After that we all worked and sang while they 692|resolvated. My baby, my baby, I never looked up with open 692|eyes nor seen the blue waves, and in spite of all their 692|moans I am hearing a little song, but I want you to sing 692|the same thing over and over again, and if I can hear 692|the old tune you will tell me--for _I_ hear it every time. 692|In the last century it was called "The Little Girl." A boy 692|gathered up here to live for a hundred years and then a man 692|to be born again." 692|To the last year my mother was sent as many songs as the days 692|of this life would have saddened even the hearts of my 692|brethren, and I thought of nothing else but of the eternal 692|prayer of suffering. 692|"She has gone to the school to give her lessons," the 692|Professor said--and when I had finished, I found that he 692|would do something for his book, and printed a short list 692|of poems. 692|When the girls left school, and the little daughter came to my 692|home, it was that I had been glad, even as the mother was 692|to me. 692|And I had a little book to read, and the little girl who had 692|gone to the bar was glad again when she came to read to 692|read that she had seen of her father's books, books, music, 692|she said to me to-day. 692|That time she had written to us, and I think that she was fair 692|and gentle as her mother was, and still my childhood's lessons 692|remained unread. 692|And to-day I read aloud as I read the gentle and careful 692|school-girl's book, and read aloud, and as the love for him 692|in her eyes grew more intense and shone more beautiful. 692|My mother and myself are young; the little book she used to 692|so much at her age was more than that, and I can only read, 692|and I think 'twill never be as good as before. I wish for 692|every sweet day, and every task, and every morning, I 692|could read deep, and read sweet, in the same way as only 692|Mother and dear had said, "Do you read to us?" 692|I could hear my own voice talking, and see her spinning, ======================================== SAMPLE 888 ======================================== |And in the shadow of the tree. 937|The river, on whose river banks 937|He saw, and by whose margin sat 937|Wild flowers and gay immortels 937|Of boyhood, on that river's brink. 937|The clouds were overhead 937|That tossed and splashed from far away 937|Like shadows on the dusky sky, 937|And then, in sudden glee, 937|They vanished every moment, 937|And left their traces on the earth 937|To wander in the stars at birth, 937|And speak of them at first 937|As flowers, who, dreaming of the flowers 937|They wore upon their slender stem, 937|When the first gleam of morning comes 937|And lights their path upon the dell. 937|Their forms outshone the dusky air 937|With their dark, vivid eyes, 937|And yet my tear-drops in their spray 937|Seem like those shining pools where they 937|Have bathed their brow in dew. 937|And when the summer day is gone 937|And the long, peaceful twilight lies 937|Athwart the world, a glimmering ray 937|From out the sparkling skies, 937|Like the first tremulous splendors given 937|By tender hands outborne 937|In the warm evening skies, 937|I'll leave this loveliness and sigh 937|For one whose face we loved so well, 937|To us so radiant and so dear, 937|That the glad world may never hear 937|One word or tone of sorrow spoken 937|In the dull evening hours. 937|One from the stream whose twilight flood 937|Illumines the pale moonshine, 937|In the dark valley lies a dream 937|Of an elfin silver. 937|And through the trees the moonbeams float 937|By their soft, silver waves, 937|And the dark waters gleam and glance 937|Like angry little maids. 937|My soul is shaken with the thrall 937|Of a white-robed girl in terror,-- 937|For I have heard her call me down 937|The dark and weary distance. 937|The lake is calm, the sky is bright, 937|In its cool depths the moonbeams dance; 937|The moon is full,--its own moonlight 937|Upon its crystal face. 937|And through the woods their foot-falls float, 937|Like silver waves the waters flow, 937|And the light glistens long and soft 937|Within their hearts they dream of go. 937|They know the moon is hid so far,-- 937|'Tis hid, but not alone; 937|For there have gone as lightly then 937|The moonlight and the sun. 937|The evening is the first to see 937|A little child,--a little dove, 937|With dainty, little hands like these 937|Spread out on silken, leafy knees. 937|His parents call, and when they go, 937|They kiss his little shining eyes, 937|And then they laugh,--"O happy ones!" 937|And then--O happy tears! 937|One, two, three, four; four, five, six, seven, 937|Tuwhoo-puk-keewis, king of threes,-- 937|Two, eight, nine, muy, tuwhoo-keewis, 937|Tumble-kuh-ken-me, tous-ken-kuh 937|The four-o'clock-day-break brings. 937|There goes the shepherd, on his flock, 937|From the thick scrub, from up the down, 937|His flock-bells, dripping wet, to keep 937|Safe till the close of dusk. 937|There goes the mother, well-attired 937|Of all her flock, a little one, 937|With a black night-cap on her head, 937|And two dark eyes,--she turns away, 937|And fast asleep she lies. 937|There is a young man sitting by 937| ======================================== SAMPLE 889 ======================================== in your mind's clear eye 34298|The star-famed sonnet's magic scroll,-- 34298|Your mind so free will willingly control 34298|That which, unasked, the Muse cou'd tell, 34298|While the light went through each golden phrase, 34298|Nor seem'd to pause from that sublime phrase, 34298|Which, wing'd with hope, thro' clouds of witchery, 34298|Had by your breathing, life and soul,-- 34298|Though not alike the world may vie 34298|With that of your soul's sense, and the sky, 34298|Yet was no dull harmonious frame 34298|Could match the grandest work of Fame. 34298|No mortal minds could ever soar 34298|To their celestial region round 34298|So vast a music, but a roar 34298|Of mighty harmony, as sound 34298|And motion were for worlds around. 34298|All in the mellow golden glow 34298|Of a clear moonlight glimmering down 34298|From angel faces arch'd below, 34298|In that serene and solemn dawn 34298|Of earthly things, a child could say, 34298|_That earth hath no such majesty!_ 34298|A joy so full, a love so true, 34298|A bliss so pure, a love so new, 34298|A heaven where souls are innocent, 34298|A world where joys are innocent. 34298|And wherefore, O my friend, you seem 34298|To say in your first poet's dream, 34298|"Behold the gods, in silent awe 34298|Of the old world my glory saw." 34298|And if we seek to soothe the gloom 34298|Of this enchanted solitude, 34298|And in the shadow of the tomb, 34298|The music of immortal breath, 34298|You will hear the choral vesper bell 34298|From each enchanted solitude 34298|Of heaven; and in the northern dell 34298|That juts along the Northern shore 34298|The dying sun or some bright form 34298|Of mortal beauty--we will kneel 34298|At Aphra, then accept her part 34298|Of the enchanted solitude-- 34298|And thus adore the god unseen 34298|That stirs around the enchanted scene. 34298|As light upon the magic moon 34298|The loveliest radiance will not die; 34298|The light that plays with her, perchance, 34298|Will shadow down the world's romance, 34298|And make the lonely worldling's hope 34298|A phantom shape that haunts the sky. 34298|A music that the earth would sing, 34298|A melody where the stars sing, 34298|We know not why, but the soul and wing 34298|Of the wind will sing along the stream, 34298|Or the spirit steal and find her wings,-- 34298|And we will kneel and look on love 34298|Where the waters never moved above; 34298|No more of sorrow and of wrong, 34298|No more of heaven will be ours in song; 34298|And the moon may weave her glancing spell 34298|Around our fairy fern and fell 34298|On the bright shore of Fairyland. 34298|But, alas! we have no music then, 34298|And we cannot recall the smile 34298|That, flashing round our fairyland, 34298|Filled them with harmony so wild 34298|That they would not utter a single strain 34298|For the love that is theirs again. 34298|And so it chanced one day in the May-month of 1807, in which it was 34298|"By the rill 34298|Where your old home lay, 34298|The cold wave drank, its play 34298|Stabbed ere the day." 34298|"And in that spot by the lone brook that slumbered on the brook, 34298|"The wan, the hollowed wood grew dusk and deep; 34298|And I marked the silver clouds pass down the sky of your olden day; 34298|And the last faint glint of the west grew bright as the last ray. 34298|I lingered not, nor looked; but on the bank, 34298|Seaward the red and white sea-mew lay, 34298| ======================================== SAMPLE 890 ======================================== .' 1304|Sylvia, my soul's light mirror, 1304|My restless fancy's guide, 1304|My spirit's inmost mirror, 1304|My lightest dream thy guide. 1304|The sun hath set in heaven; 1304|The night in splendour lies,-- 1304|The mists are on the sea-lands 1304|And darkle is the skies. 1304|The day's clear light is stealing 1304|On hill and dale and lea; 1304|Sweet dreams, so fair and fleeting, 1304|Are fain to pass me by. 1304|The brooding, wandering music 1304|Of the night's calm deep, 1304|Of the night's calm deep is dreaming 1304|Of silent lands I ween; 1304|And fair and far the glimmer 1304|Of the star-burthened stars 1304|And the milky, gleaming ocean 1304|Sleeps on the tranquil deep. 1304|Night in her softest mantle 1304|Of satin sheen and gray, 1304|She sleeps beneath the Ocean 1304|That flows so far away. 1304|Her flaxen hair is folded 1304|So softly in its sheen, 1304|I dreamt I saw her bosom 1304|A golden coronal; 1304|The waves about her cradle 1304|Were not half so fair as she, 1304|Nor did she even seem 1304|So strangely wan and lonely, 1304|As now doth now appear. 1304|Her cheeks, the o'er-brimming crimson, 1304|Were flushed like ocean's foam; 1304|Her eyes were fair as cypress, 1304|But ah! how well I loved her! 1304|They glance with rosy gleam, 1304|And sweetly seem to glimmer 1304|Like stars that softly beam. 1304|Her breath was like the spices 1304|Of Paradise that grow 1304|And fragrance without number 1304|From Eden's balmy bow; 1304|But ah! how well I loved her! 1304|My spirit, like a lyre, 1304|Blew by within each fibre, 1304|Before I left the earth, 1304|And left the sea's abysses 1304|To perish in its mirth! 1304|I know the path that tells me 1304|My footsteps to pursue: 1304|But all, beyond the thicket, 1304|Was shadowed by a dew: 1304|The earth--the sea--the heaven-- 1304|I walked to try my fortune, 1304|But all the paths were through. 1304|There was a sound of music in the autumn eves, 1304|And distant waves danced by, and summer winds were still; 1304|But never music soothed one's heart-felt pangs like this, 1304|Nor ever yet was felt the soul's wild minstrelsy. 1304|The wild geese left their flittering lure, and wheeled 1304|With eddying whirls, as if they listless stood, 1304|Unto their caverned haunts again, and still, 1304|They find the sea, and 't is the break of day-- 1304|A joy that's never quite so grave as sad. 1304|And through the leaves the robins made a wail, 1304|As if the grave were silent, sad or glad; 1304|The bluebird's mellow notes were all a-thrill-- 1304|"Remember," he said, "remember, love!" 1304|Ah, dearest, never thus one sound is still; 1304|And oft, amid their green and waving grass, 1304|Some dreaming linnet, sad as though the skill 1304|Were in each word but touch of sad defender-- 1304|It seemed to breathe the air he breathed with sorrow. 1304|As some proud steed, with anguish in his breast, 1304|Whose haunch is tied in triumph on its back, 1304|Backed by the rein, and crushing force at rest, 1304|Springs from his bleeding bosom, short or black, 1304|And struggles, from time's latest breath, to rest: 1304|Yet when his heart is wearied of its ======================================== SAMPLE 891 ======================================== ; the sea with her burden of waters. 5184|"Farewell, mother, farewell, thou sea-mother, 5184|Mother who art to me as life to me given, 5184|Whither to thy deeps and thy wide-spread waters go, 5184|That I may escape from my foes and my friends, 5184|Freeze them all, and set famine before my bones, 5184|That my friends may rejoice at my death and downfall. 5184|And for what remains, thou art sure to suffer, 5184|And that only promised, to help me to live. 5184|"Now farewell, thou dark waters; away! away! 5184|Farewell, father, farewell! I have lingered too long, 5184|Never have I trembled, alas, nor wondered much, 5184|Never suffered such boer in my cabin to ride; 5184|But, ere I go back to my cabin abreast, 5184|Hear the roaring Taquamenaw, 5184|Never more from thy shores shall I back return." 5184|Thus departed the mother in silence and sorrow, 5184|But the son left his mother and footsteps in air; 5184|Over the black water, they heard the loud billows, 5184|Heard the breakers a-roaring before them below, 5184|And as they heard this the son's voice of his mother 5184|Filled with a loud cry his beard and his hair: 5184|"Be of good courage, O strong Turyalanders, 5184|Lo, thy heart and thine hands are not weak to perform, 5184|If the Danaans should timely condense thy bad deeds 5184|Here in Troy, and thy father there in Troy." 5184|Wailing he fell on his sister, and wept as he heard, 5184|Utterly o'er her already his bitter doom news. 5184|She with a mother's loud cries tore her hair off, 5184|And with wild tears the water was spilt on her tongue. 5184|"Woe to our father, O father, nor yet to our mother, 5184|If Teucrians should timely condense their ill deeds! 5184|For Teucrians, as Teucrians, for Teucrians, for me, 5184|If ye would at home, on my cabin abreast, 5184|Or that ye seek honour amongst the Argive, 5184|Come together in arms and be thrice as strong as ye will, 5184|And be brought to light, if the mother must be 5184|Minister to Teucrians, but is of woman to ill." 5184|With that word she seized on his hands and fell to weeping. 5184|Meanwhile the hero left Turyalander, 5184|Wandered forth through the open fields with the sons 5184|Of the Achaeans, in arms full of glory, 5184|Bearing at his hands the sceptre divine, 5184|Trembling at the terror of age, and gazing wildly, 5184|Found no trace of his coming, and feared he might die. 5184|Then he looked up and saw Tydides beneath him: 5184|"What a wonderful sight is thyself, Tydides, 5184|Thou, who comest alone to the house of our fathers! 5184|Far be thine aim now at the wide-waying power!" 5184|"Fear not, Pausanias," quoth he, "ever I see, 5184|Wrought in matter by nature or skill; 5184|Thou hast wrought all my injury on the land-wall, 5184|And hast wrought me much injury on the king and the ships, 5184|And art turned traitor to a little child." 5184|"I was looking for thee, child," the father replied, 5184|"When I saw thee midst all the host of the Greeks, 5184|And at our back saw the spear-heads all laden 5184|With the blood of the beak, and the shield-beats of savage men. 5184|I myself, myself, was of the seed of my fathers; 5184|Therefore a god is in me, who all wrong didst 5184|rutify in me, and wrought upon me in my fall, 5184|As I was born of my father." 5184|Thus was heard by the people, and by the ======================================== SAMPLE 892 ======================================== . Crassus has been already shot. Fierce Austeraria 602|was thrown into a pit, from which was thrown a dagger. 602|Brigata was left by Barbadoes. The former was placed in 602|the latter by the latter by the latter by the latter by the 602|arms of the men who were slain by Theseus. (See Porson, Met. 602|(14) By the Emperor Brutus. 602|(15) By the former and the latter by Nebo; by the latter by 602|the former by the latter, the Emperor was taken by his 602| associates, as represented by the former. 602|(16) By the former and the latter; by the former, as 602|by Lucan. Here Lawrence had the movement of the 602|action of the battle. 602|(17) By the former and the latter by Nebo. See Book 602|(13) By St. Romulus. 602|(15) The north and south windpipe either Italian or Italian. 602|(15) Pliny says the "war was real." 602|(16) Pliny mentions the "merry wind." 602|(17) The "merry armies" and the "vessels" had been undertaken 602|by their capacity. 602|(35) By the following inscription on Juba. 602|(35) Pope introduced the idea of storming the battle with 602|trumpets. 602|(35) The "bulwarks" and the "trippers" at the battle of Man, 602|and destroyed several cities. 602|(35) The French soldiers camped at the approach of the morning. 602|(35) Pliny lingered at the approach of morning and asked the 602|armestorer if the leader had returned. 602|(35) "Balder" is taken into the battle of Man, of which we 602|now have no account. 602|(35) Pliny discovered by his retreat from his march into the 602|city. Pliny then went off again with the fleet of B.C. 602|(35) Pliny called on the morning of his coming to B.C., and 602|he commanded the fleet of B.C. 602|(35) "Balder and Navarre, the sons of Malva, and king of 602|Thievish kingdoms, are as full to the land as the water of the 602|waters. No man could say that the spot was more convulsed, 602|more convulsed, than this. 602|(35) Pliny lived at B.C. He was struck by the arrows of the 602|Anjouan, and he came to B.C. He had been taken prisoner by 602|(35) "The King sat in the field after midnight." He fought 602|with the army of the Saracens, and, after a long fight, 602|in Great July, 1761. His death he declared in the 602|battle of the Saracen between B.C. and Roman triumphs. 602|In the later editions these are the only places in which 602|any author has given his name to the following passage:-- 602|Caeaeptum,(icably) quoque terra, quoque terra, 602|Quodque terrarum tremulas, quae terras, 602|Quodque terrarum tremulas, quae terras, 602|Quodque terra solidum fessa iuvant. 602|Fidesque loci murmur hugea ac unremum 602|Udoque pigrum cupidosque caput. 602|Quo dominam tecta pandere, chordiamque, caducum 602|Blandi gutturis hospes, procul arma, casas, 602|Quae miser equis te jam tempore tuis. 602|(962) Joy in the East, the bright star of day, which is 602|the native light of the solar bow, arose in the middle of 602|his golden urn, and carried about its splendour by its 602|(97) "The stars and the sun which each in his turn took in 602|(beside thee) have left on the face of the earth a trace of 602|their virtue on the earth." 602|(97) That is, in the opinion that the sun was thus fixed, 602|when he rose from his couch in a strange sleep. 602|(97) ======================================== SAMPLE 893 ======================================== , to make them worth his while, 1034|And keep their memory green of yore 1034|For every day in sweet surprise. 1034|And I--shall I see him evermore? 1034|No one, save I, 1034|Who saw, beneath the old oak trees, 1034|The happy garden of bees. 1034|You may go now and look 1034|Among my books, 1034|And find my books in every spot; 1034|But you'll not look, 1034|For they were good to me, 'O King, 1034|O make my thoughts more plain to thee!" 1034|At the window, her friends were so kind, 1034|She looked at the garden and spoke; 1034|"Here's a book of outside thoughts!" 1034|She said, and the garden smiled sweet. 1034|"Come! read, and be sure to read," 1034|She said, "she'll be sure to be wise!" 1034|And then, and the end was all good. 1034|The leaves dance 1034|In a ring; 1034|The live wood 1034|Is a glee; 1034|So with thoughts 1034|Of what underlies 1034|Those white birds 1034|In the dark 1034|Blow them back to us 1034|In the light. 1034|The tree spays 1034|As its spray 1034|Is a leaf, 1034|Whose short splashes 1034|Are bright, 1034|And whose fruit 1034|Is as sweet 1034|As the spray; 1034|And whose root 1034|Is a spray. 1034|Hush! hush! 1034|The night wind 1034|Will moan. 1034|Tempt me not. 1034|I find 1034|The hill in the depths 1034|Of my soul, 1034|And I look 1034|Down there 1034|And I sigh, 1034|Though they be 1034|Not the ones 1034|That are free; 1034|I shall not look, 1034|For I sigh, 1034|And I weep. 1034|Over the trees, 1034|I see the clouds 1034|Of spring; 1034|The flowers 1034|And the birds 1034|They are glad. 1034|Here in the shadow 1034|I wander; 1034|Wife-like, they're 1034|Coming to me, 1034|Over the trees 1034|And the clouds. 1034|I can see them, 1034|I see them on the trees, 1034|And the clouds; 1034|And I talk 1034|With them, 1034|To the winds. 1034|I can see them, 1034|They are so far away, 1034|I cannot say, 1034|They are coming to-day. 1034|O the wild-flowers of Hybla, 1034|And the white clouds of the air, 1034|And the blue sky of the firmament, 1034|And the plains where the sun goes, 1034|And the slopes that are not trodden, 1034|And the herds that are not stone, 1034|And the tired horses that never 1034|Sleep at the fireside alone! 1034|All night long, in the moonlight, 1034|I have watched these wild things wake 1034|At the secret place of the moonlight 1034|That is hidden under the oak; 1034|For they have no moonlight answer, 1034|Nor any sound of their feet, 1034|And no guide of the white man's foot 1034|But they go on, going, staying, 1034|And I hear him come from the straight; 1034|For it is the ghost of a former 1034|That is hidden under the oak. 1034|In the hollow there is a water: 1034|A water-lily pale, 1034|And the cold wind brings no sign 1034|Of a more concealment of death, 1034|But it hangs, a shadowy perfume, 1034|Like the breath 1034|Of the night-time incense across the meadows 1034|That is silent among the flowers. ======================================== SAMPLE 894 ======================================== 1|The while I sat alone, with noiseless feet. 23684|Then came the hour that brings the first bird-song; 23684|The birds upon the pathway sung, and swung, 23684|And circled all about with golden wings, 23684|Like young gnats flying drunk with a white hood. 23684|I stood upon the borders of the wood, 23684|And listened to the sounds the birds were singing; 23684|A little wind beyond the branches blew; 23684|And all around me was the sea a-maying; 23684|The full moon's silver and the pearly moon, 23684|The wind a-coming and a-waning, 23684|I knew that there had be a quiet noon 23684|That drifted quietly away with sound, 23684|Into a world that could not be found. 23684|The large moon like a candlestick 23684|Burned steadily on the edge of a green bowl; 23684|And up into the hollow spaces moving 23684|With muffling murmurings silvery, 23684|I heard a far-off whisper rise, 23684|As of a wind among the vines, 23684|A word from some one in the house. 23684|I knew that somewhere in the wood 23684|Was heard a singing of a bird, 23684|As though its very heart were singing 23684|Some sleepy lonely night of songs; 23684|It seemed to me, from out the skies, 23684|A voice was rising from below, 23684|My own, a mighty marching voice, 23684|A splendid voice I heard, a far-off voice 23684|Spake softly, for a land of peace; 23684|And every word that reached my ear, 23684|Flowed back from where it used to be. 23684|Then through the silence, far and near, 23684|There came the sound of a voice: 23684|You see that one is passing dear, 23684|And will not be so quickly gone; 23684|I hear it in the solitude-- 23684|And all around me are the trees 23684|Upturned against that quiet sky. 23684|I hear the rain upon the stones; 23684|A wind in the worn white pane; 23684|The wind is soft and the wind falls lone; 23684|And the lonely poplar, thin and old, 23684|On the windless branches, sways and swings 23684|Its silver branches into the wind. 23684|And far away, above the town, 23684|The black trees dusk, the dark trees grey; 23684|And far away, from over the hills, 23684|Rise up the terrible mountains grey. 23684|I think of my mother when she died; 23684|I think of the aged, sombre trees, 23684|That covered her little dead mother's breast. 23684|And I think of the little, folded hands, 23684|That never could close their silent bands; 23684|And I know that, being a small thing now, 23684|There is no one now but I and you. 23684|Perhaps I too were very proud, 23684|And I would be so stiff with moss; 23684|I would be quiet when I died; 23684|I'd rather be dead than anywhere 23684|I knew that there was such a night of May. 23684|I would have buried a star in the wood 23684|And a great, big god with golden hair. 23684|I'd have crushed a blue rose in the wood 23684|And covered it up with earth so fair. 23684|And I'd have made a great big heart of you 23684|For my mother had taken all apart. 23684|I'd have hushed the moon with silver wings, 23684|And wound up the skies of afternoon, 23684|And climbed up the world for spaces yet. 23684|I'd have buried all you little things, 23684|And broken hearts, and buried deeps, 23684|And gone, ah God, for all your kind, 23684|To go to this blind world of lawn! 23684|I saw the moon go up the sky 23684|Behind a cloudless cloudless sky, 23684|And clouds that nothing did but lie 23684|Seemed very lovely to me now. 23684|The trees were tall, the clouds were grey ======================================== SAMPLE 895 ======================================== in this, the very line 36803|"I'm not a bird nor any beast, 36803|But I can talk with every week; 36803|I've seen a ship a-smackin' round, 36803|And now it's twenty years an' more." 36803|"I'm just as safe," he says, "as you." 36803|So then I'm here--I've maybe loaded; 36803|I'll do my best to help again, 36803|And I can pack the faster on, 36803|And keep a-mopinax alive. 36803|I know the place he had at home. 36803|I guess he was alive but now; 36803|That old mistake he used to try 36803|To set a-thinkin' of his toys. 36803|But the old fellow got a-cuttin'. 36803|So he was 'round the place a-turnin' 36803|But I remember the first crack 36803|That took his hat off on his hand, 36803|And it was all a-goin' after 36803|That old man's hat that hadn't any. 36803|I told him 'it was time to tell 36803|That old man all he could do was steady; 36803|He'd shake it out, the old man's eyes, 36803|And say: "O, don't it look like martyrs, 36803|It's Soutiness _that_ won't blow any." 36803|I told him 'it was time to have a talk, 36803|And he'd begin it all right, 36803|And I says: "What's wrong? I've seen enough 36803|And more to make this story pleasant." 36803|And I says "It's just an easy task." 36803|And he says: "You'll get the fun, old boy; 36803|I'll be the death if that's the rule." 36803|And he's an obstinate, old man; 36803|And I says he's always in the way. 36803|He's always ready for the shock; 36803|He's ready, too. It's only not 36803|Just when he's laughin'. And he doesn't 36803|Don't care if he's a feller bloke. 36803|He's just a bloomin' boy, you know. 36803|Well, some things seem sometimes to go through. 36803|When I was just a little boy, 36803|A-watches patchin' first one day 36803|Of dust and heaps of what's in Town. 36803|I know a dust-spot in the road, 36803|And a clod rick; 36803|And a thump of crunk and a clod rick. 36803|Its name is not the old grey stench 36803|And a-sneer stops. Yes, it is not 36803|The old grey stench, but a humdrum clod 36803|That's hard to keep. I'm dull, I know. 36803|And it's just a dirty spot, alack! 36803|And it's just a dirty spot, alack! 36803|And a thump of crunk and a clod rick, 36803|And a thump of crunk and a clod rick 36803|That's thick an' rusty, too, alack! 36803|And there's an awful lot of thumps-- 36803|But the kind of thumpin' that we get, 36803|I'd eat out of the husks to nurse 36803|A nook right out from that, alack! 36803|The old grey stench--it ain't the same-- 36803|And it's just a dirty one, alack! 36803|I wouldn't have much to eat with, 36803|And I couldn't give the dust to smell 36803|Where the dust was, and he was there.-- 36803|But I am glad we got to dust. 36803|And if it ain't good work, you know. 36803|It is bad, and this we got to, 36803|And it's not worth do, but it's just 36803|A little dust and a bit of mud.... 36803|And a little dirt just where you'll thrust 36803|And a little patch of dirty dirt 36803|That's in ======================================== SAMPLE 896 ======================================== |And so I go to God, and leave Him not, 30672|But, like a man who in his life had God, 30672|Haply should God, like to the very best, 30672|Make him an angel,--thee and he a poet." 30672|As to the summer moon that shines so bright, 30672|To me the truth is known, 30672|And all things move and turn to whirling dust, 30672|And so I turn to God, and enter in, 30672|And leave the dead in life. 30672|I walk in the autumnal woodland, 30672|And the leaves are flying apart; 30672|And the night is chill and the air is heavy, 30672|And I think of a little gray stone heart. 30672|The clouds are gone, and the twilight shivers, 30672|And the wind's gone by in the west-- 30672|For another day is a year of mourning, 30672|And hope is a sad, poor heart. 30672|The clouds are gone, and the rain is falling; 30672|We'll away, away, at our own: 30672|We shall never go sadder than leaves are falling-- 30672|We'll away, away, at our own. 30672|I know the black last storm that lashes 30672|My soul to shelter in love: 30672|I know the last wild-duck that flutters 30672|At the heart of the April dove. 30672|The snow is melting and falls in torrents, 30672|And the wind, in mad ravine, 30672|Is sweeping the leaves of the forest branches-- 30672|We'll away, away, at our own. 30672|If we can but greet the frost-wind, 30672|With a harsh, unearthly tone, 30672|He will blow us away to earth: 30672|We shall never, never be known. 30672|The clouds are marching from south to south, 30672|The air is chill and chill, 30672|And I fear the bitter wind; 30672|And I would that my soul were caught 30672|In a winding, shuddering net. 30672|They are webbed in gold and crimson, 30672|With pearls that never a dush; 30672|They have given me a thousand kisses 30672|To blossom above my girl. 30672|The trees are weeping at night, and at morn, 30672|The birds of the forest sing; 30672|Ah, joy! but they sing of the golden sun, 30672|As he sets them his drifting beam: 30672|'Twas so upon the hill I came; 30672|I prayed for my life by the same: 30672|And the same I'd give my soul to one 30672|Who was waiting a minute for a bird; 30672|For I listened the nightingale to her song, 30672|Not shrilly, nor full of fear; 30672|I listened the nightingale to her song, 30672|Not wearing her tender form. 30672|The snow is our bed of clay, 30672|O mother, my sweet and true; 30672|The bud has burst its shell, 30672|And the flower we love on you. 30672|'Tis winter, and the wind has ceased 30672|To call the buds on the spring, 30672|And the buds they are born with birds, 30672|But they sleep in the cold soft clay: 30672|'Tis winter, and the wind has ceased 30672|To call the flowers under the hill, 30672|And the flowers we love in winter are, 30672|But sleep in the cold soft clay. 30672|There is a music in the room 30672|From the old clock in the tower, 30672|Which never sways a grief or gloom, 30672|As comes through the slumbering hour, 30672|And seems to shake from mine the head 30672|Of the fair, or beautiful dead 30672|The roses I found there: 30672|And in the gray, their graves are green, 30672|And in the grass, a fairy child, 30672|Or in the peopled quiet, when 30672|The gales rise high and wild, 30672|A whisper at the window bars, 30672|And the children go to sleep. 30 ======================================== SAMPLE 897 ======================================== , the only good ye gods have known, 6130|And of a noble mind, the noblest far 6130|Of all the Greeks, and in this world above 6130|What other nations do besides confess: 6130|Not so are Trojan and Achaia praised, 6130|The rest have neither. For if, when I tell, 6130|The race of Mars with Dardan blood were dyed, 6130|This day, how far from Hector did he yield 6130|To Priam's monarch Agamemnon’s sway, 6130|And all the people of Thessalian land 6130|Shall gather round him in a mortal ring 6130|The man that was their second ruling, led 6130|To raze the Trojan race, and compass here 6130|A future period of our wars and strife. 6130|But if, to meet Achilles, he should yield 6130|To Agamemnon this inheritance, 6130|This day would seize us all. Would to the skies 6130|To snatch the light of his protecting flame, 6130|And give the people glory, and restore 6130|Our ancient homes, or ruin Troy’s o’erthrow; 6130|But, if in Hector he should still prevail, 6130|His troops already would surround the wall." 6130|Thus spoke the goddess, and with heavenly smiles 6130|On Hector’s face, fair nymph, her eyes averts, 6130|His lip repressed the god whose hallowing touch 6130|Proclaim’d the bounteous power of healing force, 6130|Then, hand to hand, with like saluting hand 6130|Poured forth the juice of her immortal juice; 6130|"Even this, O valiant Greek," said he, "to thee, 6130|The grace and glory of the brass-bound car, 6130|For thee is paid the ransom of our land, 6130|Nor fear lest, if thy choice be first agreed, 6130|Thy hand shall doom thee, thy Achilles slain, 6130|Who, like the base-born demon, by his arts 6130|Wasting the troops of Priam’s dauntless sons. 6130|Nor shalt thou fail to find us, fraught with woes 6130|That load the fates, and drag us to the ships. 6130|O too gross wavering! To the dogs of old 6130|The sons of Greece had often censured me; 6130|I in their mouths had bitten many a lamb; 6130|But now my heart is bursting with the thought, 6130|Their great Achilles is not in his arms, 6130|But conquers now the man that gave them birth. 6130|But now the time is come for thee to vaunt, 6130|And I the foremost fight. Let not the Greeks 6130|With Hector’s and Acestes’ arm stay here; 6130|In face already has the day been wed, 6130|But Jove shall doom him victor in his rage, 6130|Achilles’ self shall level his red bow, 6130|And from him quench that fire, and rouse the flames 6130|On Ilium, and the fleet! So will I fight. 6130|But thou, Achilles, shalt thou glory win 6130|Even by the hands of Trojan warriors slain; 6130|And Hector’s might, and his high praise to heaven, 6130|Shall be thy meed for such a glorious prize." 6130|He said; the Hours took the cloud, and spread 6130|The war by fanned of restless zephyrs borne, 6130|And, hovering o’er the earth, the golden sun. 6130|When Jove had set the sun, and held the heavens 6130|In sacred light, Thetis the chariot bore 6130|To Jove; but when the imperial wheels of day 6130|Had paled in heaven, and waned the glimmering day, 6130|The silver-footed Thetis forth advanced 6130|For shining arms, her lovely mien endeared 6130|With martial beauty, and adorn’d the skies, 6130|Her shining helm with studs of silver shined, 6130|Her dreadful tresses waved, and waved behind: 6130|Of all the Argive host, the noblest far 6130|In force ======================================== SAMPLE 898 ======================================== |With hands apart, in earth and heaven 31913|The saints they worshipped and they pray'd: 31913|Then, after many days and nights 31913|In wandering, when night was high, 31913|He sat down by the river, love, 31913|And gazed in silence on the sky. 31913|And thus the Galilean said: 31913|"Thou shalt behold them as they sit 31913|In all the glory of the way; 31913|The golden planets, guiding each 31913|With curved beacons, guiding each 31913|With curved beacons on their way. 31913|Thou shalt behold the blue hills rise 31913|Upon their firm peaks, and the sea 31913|Be calm, as thou art set to watch 31913|O'er their majestic majesty. 31913|The river shall not swell too high; 31913|The stars, the wind, the cloudless sky, 31913|The moon, the sea, the stars, shall be 31913|Blended in one united mass, 31913|While thou shalt see together, mates, 31913|The plains, the mountains, and the sea. 31913|Thou shalt behold the Gaffs' wide rings 31913|All burnished by the northern flame, 31913|The glowing hearths, the glowing beds, 31913|The haunts of heroes and of kings, 31913|And, radiant as the sun and moon, 31913|The wandering fires that circle them. 31913|These shall come back again in dreams; 31913|These shall return with each new day; 31913|But thou shalt not forget thine own, 31913|If ever thou dost love me still, 31913|Now thou art with me, love, or I shall die 31913|For ever, for another love. 31913|I will not pass the long night by 31913|Without one thought, or one endeavor; 31913|The sun itself shall not set high, 31913|Nor the star-crowned sleeper ever. 31913|A moment, and then thou art mine, 31913|Ah, what is love? A moment, love; 31913|Ah, what can one for ever be, 31913|Without thee? All are mine indeed, 31913|And thou forgot'st me. 31913|The nightingale! Ah, heart of gold! 31913|Ah, heart of gold! 31913|Thy sweet song echoes through the dell 31913|Where love lies cold. 31913|The nightingale sings; the forest trees 31913|Stand all around; and yet, not thee; 31913|Love, love, love, a summer breeze 31913|Comes up from sea. 31913|How sweet the voice of streams of song! 31913|And, as they fall, how deep the heart! 31913|A single note is in the song, 31913|Of waters murmuring to the shore 31913|A thousand thousand times and more-- 31913|Of springs that gush, of summer rains, 31913|Of winter ice, of autumn snow; 31913|A fairy tale of frozen hearts 31913|Of faded buds, of love long dead, 31913|That break, and spring again to be 31913|Companioned by the gipplet's tone, 31913|So clear and bright, my own. 31913|The nightingale! Ah, heart of gold, 31913|Ah, heart of gold! 31913|Thy song is told among the stars, 31913|Of loved ones lost, and lost for ever. 31913|Come, take the garland from thy head, 31913|Come, take the garland from thy brow, 31913|Come, take the garland from thy brow, 31913|It will be cold to-morrow, love, 31913|It will be late to-morrow. 31913|Sweet lady, grant but one request, 31913|One whisper from thine ear, 31913|That I would hear it, yours, mine own,-- 31913|The one requestin' sigh for me, 31913|And you with one consent! 31913|I would not look where God would be, 31913|His face to my eyes would turn, 31913|And where the moon and stars look down 31913|Upon His face to burn. 31913|I'd not look earth or hell, 31913 ======================================== SAMPLE 899 ======================================== when we are parted? 1229|Who will hear our carol as they pass? 1229|Who will see our psalm-books and our belles? 1229|Who will be first to help us? 1229|One word, we pledge, we have our seal; 1229|Then forward, forward, thro' the lines, 1229|Let us breathe one English air-- 1229|(Such I heard) to the last, to the whole. 1229|We have heard from many, many years, 1229|Of honest, open-mouthed gladness; 1229|We've heard from few, from few hears of men, 1229|Some trinket-headed, quaint, or sober, 1229|Even the saddest hours in the world; 1229|We have lived too long, too warm and lazy. 1229|We have lived too long and too full up, 1229|(How shall we ever say No We saw it?) 1229|We have known too much in our wandering; 1229|How we would like to live, when the lights are in the village? 1229|We have had enough of tribulation, 1229|By the narrow path of the world! 1229|We have given enough of stress and strain; 1229|Let the great world have his way again, 1229|For the clock is striking the hour, 1229|And this, my friend, is a day spent in slumber. 1229|We have had enough of tribulation, 1229|And we have had enough of stress, 1229|No-hat in the world to say; 1229|But we've had enough of tribulation, 1229|And we've had enough of tribulation. 1229|We've had enough of tribulation, 1229|And we've had enough of tribulation. 1229|We've had enough of tribulation, 1229|And he enlisted there in his ranks; 1229|We've had him close, and he has kept us 1229|In our ranks as well as our ranks; 1229|We've had him fast, and we've had him close, 1229|But he's tired and he has tired us. 1229|We've had him cross, and he has kept us 1229|From the grip of Death and the sack; 1229|And we've had enough of tribulation, 1229|And we've had enough of tribulation. 1229|We have had enough of tribulation, 1229|And we've had enough of tribulation. 1229|We've had him sick, and he has given 1229|(How shall we ever say No We saw it!) 1229|To us there's nothing in the world, 1229|And we've had enough of tribulation. 1229|We can give up everything, 1229|For once we've had enough of passion: 1229|Give up our hopes, and on us fall 1229|The burden of the hours forever. 1229|Fill the red morn, fill the swallow, 1229|The swallow the dawn is singing; 1229|The sun is up, and the shadows 1229|Have crept into hall and chamber; 1229|The moon through the fog is peeping, 1229|And calling, and flitting, and sleeping. 1229|Oh, the little birds are singing, 1229|Open wide your little wing, oh, 1229|Oh, the sun is up, and the shadows 1229|Have crept into hall and chamber! 1229|You may touch a feather, you may, 1229|But you cannot touch a feather. 1229|I will send a leaf to peep at, 1229|But your press has crept into lady's cheek, 1229|And the flush that glitters in your fingers 1229|Grows on my hand when time for parting. 1229|You may touch a rose, and while it glows, 1229|You may touch a billow's rimmed with roses, 1229|And may touch the lilies white and primrose, 1229|And may touch the tasselled jasmine, 1229|But I cannot give you these; 1229|I would give you only this! 1229|I would give you all to know you, 1229|Only this, and more, and so to love you, 1229|So to give you all I owe you, 1229|That my dust may ======================================== SAMPLE 900 ======================================== from the skies with hues more bright than man's,-- 3698|The rainbow of eternal light, 3698|Which cheers and is to illumine all the dark. 3698|Hark to the chime of bells! 3698|And you, dear friends, who, like a dream, 3698|Enter this quiet church and see the scene,-- 3698|This altar built of wood for gods,-- 3698|This crumbling palace dancing in the sun. 3698|For look at all that's good, 3698|This world, no cottage stood,-- 3698|This world, the village-state,--what town so mean? 3698|The king, or prince or clown; 3698|The lover, slave, or clown. 3698|Who owns the cottage? Not to him that's gone. 3698|Here, as the travellers say, 3698|A palace, or a tingly, or a spire, 3698|Fused by the evening fire. 3698|And now, at dusk, this palace of the Nine,-- 3698|A sacred place of dreams,-- 3698|Shining, or clouded, in the cheerless night,-- 3698|The bright midsummer beams. 3698|And all this palace, too, and all this scene, 3698|That rich and manyfold, 3698|Where, to the dreadful memory of the Past, 3698|The Future held no gold. 3698|Nor was this place, so beautiful, the earth 3698|That, at the sudden birth, 3698|Here came a painful change, the solemnness 3698|Of all things here on earth. 3698|Here, where a ghastly, ghastly shape, at eve, 3698|Appear'd, and beckon'd there, 3698|As from Endanger, and Want drove a guest 3698|Unto Elysium's bower, 3698|I seem'd to see the reverend Seer, who stood 3698|Robed in his hoary vest, 3698|And I had been his babe,--and I had been 3698|His babe,--a poor babe, cradled on the breast 3698|Of her fond mother-maiden;--and, perchance, 3698|A death-bed for his friend. 3698|And I had risen 3698|To the lone watery waste below the tide, 3698|Where, for a moment, the cold whitening chalk 3698|And lifeless limbs still seem'd to lie, aghast, 3698|A human face, which, in the silence vast 3698|Of that stupendous void, 3698|I look'd upon,--'twas in the lifeless clay,-- 3698|And in the coffin there so white 3698|As that stern face, in the pale form of death 3698|Eternal, and severe. 3698|And I recall the words of olden days, 3698|The words of love,--the words of a fond heart,-- 3698|The words of that resplendent awfulness, 3698|Which, mid the silence, seem'd 3698|A human face enwound 3698|With life's eternal sweets, a spectre young, 3698|Which now it seem'd a human form became, 3698|And a sad beauty here, 3698|Sovereign and stern, and ever in its gloom 3698|An awful image seem'd to seem to mark; 3698|And 'twas a marble face, 3698|Which fix'd in that dread shape, look'd back, 3698|A beauteous face, that seem'd 3698|To be but air and fire, 3698|Which seem'd itself the living idolatry 3698|Of a true virgin,--all that's statues here 3698|And statues were, for one supremely clear, 3698|Of death, and in itself a lovely face;-- 3698|And 'twas--O tears! they were the tears which show 3698|The tears I reap'd for thee; 3698|For, in thy face so beautiful and mild, 3698|I see the hideous shape again,-- 3698|A lovely face, that seem'd 3698|As if it all were hell, and heaven were Heaven! 3698|I look'd again;--and tears were not less real 3698|That in my soul ======================================== SAMPLE 901 ======================================== , the fair and youthful, 4096|They were ever dear to me;-- 4096|Now 'tis winter, cold and dreary, 4096|And their bones are cold and cold 4096|Where'er they sleep the old year 4096|No more will they forget,-- 4096|Only their bones are cold. 4096|Wherefore should I dream, and waking, 4096|Think a voice should hush my song? 4096|All are cold and dead and darkling 4096|Since they were my own and young; 4096|And the leaves above their lying 4096|Ne'er again be summer's cold. 4096|"O come, thou lily bloom, 4096|Born with the dew of spring, 4096|To come with me and me 4096|To where the lilies blow." 4096|--O wild, unfettered flowers 4096|Ye blossom in the earth, 4096|And all my soul in you 4096|To mortal joys has birth. 4096|I've had enough of sorrow, 4096|But, as now ye're here, 4096|I only know ye'll never 4096|To me bring all your year. 4096|Oh! be the wind and flowers enough to make us wise, 4096|And let my sorrow be a river, till the tears take flight, 4096|And the old year come to us, and we shall pass away. 4096|In the old year God was our Shepherd, 4096|And He is all to us. 4096|And the old year God is ours, is ours: 4096|The streams are running. 4096|And the streams with their wildest flow 4096|For miles around and over-- 4096|To the music of the angels' songs, 4096|To the thunder and the thunder; 4096|And the angels, and the angels, too, 4096|Mix in our joy together! 4096|O, sing them all in white and red, 4096|And sing their chant together! 4096|And, as we all, the melodies 4096|Will be remembered duly. 4096|For the old year God is ours, is ours: 4096|The streams may flow together. 4096|And the streams with their wildest flow 4096|For miles around and over-- 4096|To the music of the angels' songs, 4096|To the thunder and the thunder; 4096|And the angels, and the blessed rain, 4096|That fall upon the roses, 4096|And God, the incarnate, God again, 4096|And the pain of all the roses-- 4096|For the year of Christ is ours, is ours: 4096|The hymn is to the ages. 4096|The harp of love, whose chords are ours 4096|Is our own Christmas-tide, 4096|And the girdle of the arm of youth 4096|Is clasped around by those dear arms, 4096|And our boy's Christmas-tide! 4096|It was a song of love that ne'er was sung, 4096|For it was of the love we were apart;-- 4096|The song of love to part, my love, between us, 4096|And the song of love to part! 4096|I stood by the garden gate 4096|And the flowers stood in the light; 4096|And the stars that smiled o'er us 4096|Seemed looking down on the night. 4096|And the stars that watched us, smiling 4096|In their flicker hid the glow-- 4096|And the stars that shone o'er us 4096|As the stars were the sun's below. 4096|Oh, the stars that shone o'er us 4096|On the night we were alone! 4096|But the sky was clear and the garden green, 4096|And my heart was light and the hope was keen, 4096|And all through the world our path had been 4096|The pathway and the way of the years unseen. 4096|There, there, was my heart's home, 4096|And heaven's bliss was ours, I ween; 4096|Oh, the stars that smiled o'er us 4096|Were a sight that would pain us, soon! 4096|Oh, the world was bright and the flowers were gay ======================================== SAMPLE 902 ======================================== . 1745|In the mean time,] 1745|Hither to bend her lofty ydrest, 1745|At once a smiling shew and best; 1745|Under the greenwood boughs to glance 1745|At once she leaves the field and dance, 1745|And, like the Queen of all in heav'n, 1745|Useless beside her way doth mone. 1745|Hither she hies, and there abides, 1745|Where sate the King of all the Gods, 1745|The issue of his vows and prayers; 1745|His wrath is great, his wrath is small. 1745|He made the barren waste of sands 1745|Receive his filth, his heav'n affords; 1745|For that the goodliest creature prais'd 1745|Fountain and mead and ample flood, 1745|Far out of sight, out of the reach of men, 1745|In this wide World, for ever one mans hates 1745|Old men and babes! So he enjoins 1745|With what he asks, and somwhat asks. 1745|Ascend my roof, and rais'd by fire, 1745|Within the firmament's dry chalice 1745|Make room, and round about it fling 1745|Sweet hawthorns, and delicious eun fruits: 1745|There let the Doves and turtles dwell, 1745|And Fauns and Doves and gentle Eunees 1745|Spring all their kerchief to enwrap 1745|These humble altars, and warm-smitten 1745|Regard with incense day and night. 1745|Then, Bacchus! let me bind in thee 1745|The rosy mantle and soft shawl, 1745|And on the ground, with myrtle band 1745|Of vernal hyacinths, fix it well. 1745|Breathe deep, and let it long repose 1745|Beneath my roof, and make it soft, 1745|As may beseem a sylvan tomb. 1745|And let the Sorrow-breathing Morn 1745|On my roof rose, and made a sound 1745|With which the Nightingale did make her 1745|Eevils, and ditties made more sweet. 1745|Mean while the taper's silent flame 1745|Now to the number'd stars did call, 1745|And Venus in a cloudy veil 1745|With four times-hasting fragrance teem. 1745|Breathe deep, and let its Silence 'breathe, 1745|And fill thy bow'rs with virgin dews, 1745|That the hallooing air may issue, 1745|And all thy cheerful aromatics 1745|Receive, to burden them with mirth. 1745|And thou, O Hyacinthine Spring! 1745|In which the Hours, and they, and they 1745|Who first this fair Morn's face may be, 1745|And who with their nine thousand eyes 1745|This happy globe through under-hold 1745|Long may bear fruit--sons of delight! 1745|And thou, too, whilest first attired, 1745|In thy clean skiey chamb'ring-dress, 1745|Dost court her sons to pass her by 1745|With livery and gait of meaner wins: 1745|And in thy rich-cloistered gardens haunt 1745|Unholy fires of holy heat; 1745|And thou, O Hyacinthine Spring! 1745|With thy clean skiey chandeliers, 1745|And thy clean skiey gown, 1745|Poll first, and next enkindling airs, 1745|And mingling notes, do all things meet 1745|To make our days more sweet. 1745|Then, O! most comely Waterfall! 1745|When thou hast lost thy former Spring, 1745|And shap't thy white-thorn'd head withal 1745|By pale-fac'd Winter's bed, 1745|Then, O! most nobly-pinkles grow 1745|In thy clean skiey chalices, 1745|And bathe their feet, and kiss their hands, 1745|And praise their beauty ======================================== SAMPLE 903 ======================================== from him; and this man shall be 20586|An angel to the King of France! 20586|It was a ship a-sailing, 20586|A-sailing, 20586|There came a summer-song, 20586|And earth and sea. 20586|The King of France was with her 20586|To merry England 20586|As he beheld her 20586|Upon a highway rath, 20586|A-down upon a lea. 20586|The King of France, as was his wont, 20586|Had heard what she was singing 20586|About the May-bloom, 20586|A-down beside the sea. 20586|All day, all day, 20586|They heard the wood-pipes play, 20586|With visible sound of sleigh and gnat, 20586|And flowers upon the spray. 20586|It was a dragon floated up 20586|From out a hollow tree, 20586|Brown-faced, but fiery; 20586|With green flag-feathers spread, 20586|And the sea-sand on his head,-- 20586|That dragon with his hair. 20586|Heard shrill, heard singing 20586|Of a great nation 20586|Half-caught in flames, 20586|Such as the storm-king was. 20586|They danced a jig and they sang a song, 20586|And all their faces were covered with white. 20586|_The Harp, being joined to that Little One's Little Brother_. 20586|_The Golden Lion_ is a great grey horse, 20586|His tail is white and black, his sides are red, 20586|His mare is white,--and who would not say grace 20586|To Turpin, Turpin, Kinkie, and the rest? 20586|The hare turns to his back, and changes feet, 20586|And makes four dogs bound with a s':_ 20586|It is the hare, who desires to walk, 20586|By the buck-rope running like the brook, 20586|That runs by the wicket, to fetch water; 20586|She runs by the wicket, to fetch water. 20586|Beware the death-rope, the hunting is vain; 20586|Thou wilt chase hares and buffalo, 20586|But thou art going to bring wild deer; 20586|Thou wilt hunt the hare, thou wilt hunt the hare; 20586|Thou wilt hunt the hare, thou wilt hunt the hare; 20586|This hare, I trow, when our gray hare 20586|Had three long days to burn, came fast to me, 20586|Leaving thirty little souls at home. 20586|It was a cow-boy, who, with staff and drum, 20586|Kept a cow-boy's lodging near the shed. 20586|He stretched out his hand and beat dog-wood 20586|For his supper; all was silent now; 20586|The cow-boy had opened his red wig, 20586|And dared not look behind. 20586|He gave a great struggle, and up and far 20586|Leaped at a leopard, and killed him numb. 20586|And when this body burnt with ashes, 20586|And his thoughts aspired to heaven, 20586|He threw himself down, by the thick hedge-row, 20586|And turned his head like a leopard, 20586|Leaping over a great stone, 20586|Bursting many a hole through the underbrush, 20586|And muttered to himself-- 20586|The hare trots over the broken roof, 20586|Taking revenge on the deed he had done, 20586|And turning his body 20586|Back to his cave, where his mates had slept, 20586|Waiting to hear the song. 20586|And as he leaped to the mouth of the rock, 20586|His eye met his master's wi' surprise. 20586|"You are the first that I see," he said; 20586|"Now I see, now I see." 20586|"I'll be the first that I see," he said; 20586|"I'll be the first that I see." 20586|He went to the well, and touched the cot, 20586| ======================================== SAMPLE 904 ======================================== ; the long days that she bewailed, 2678|When from her high June sky her name was brought 2678|Walking like water-lilies from the pond, 2678|With sunny brows she had no thought beyond 2678|In what wise they to gold and gold had clung; 2678|Nor did her bold heart fail to turn her song 2678|To any mouth such mouth's could make so strong. 2678|But she did not move answer; and a song 2678|Of joy and peace fell from her on the morrow, 2678|And in swift flight the moments fled away 2678|Nearer the night of her departure day. 2678|For in her heart she took sad strange amends, 2678|Did none return for her with wailing nights. 2678|And in her soul she felt her life begin: 2678|She looked into the past that she must win 2678|Some golden morrow to forget her tears 2678|With all the things for which her heart was glad 2678|Only to think how vainly hope was dead, 2678|And how the future held her fondest fears. 2678|So long she seemed to me, with long farewell, 2678|To go and suffer her in some swift sleep, 2678|And to forget that all that hope she had 2678|Was now a foolish dream and now a fact, 2678|Yet was my spirit sore and desolate 2678|And all those dreams and doings I had meant 2678|Were but vain dreams of what had been accursed, 2678|And now, suppose they sped to worse or better, 2678|Would bear the weight of joy o'er all the rest 2678|And with me wander to and fro, unspent, 2678|And all sick comforted and desolate, 2678|And with me only find there peace in death. 2678|_O the rose is always green,_ 2678|_And the lily always dies;_ 2678|_But the suave and the swallow 2678|Are summer and are green; 2678|And the wearied heifers strow 2678|Through the meadows and the snow; 2678|And the sad, sad-hearted thrush 2678|That sings beside the thorn 2678|Better not find a worm 2678|Than to live one day a year 2678|Without love, without peer 2678|For to live one day a year. 2678|The snowdrop did resemble yellow swan 2678|That follows up wild water; 2678|But that which kissed the sunflower's face 2678|Was white and tender green like her; 2678|And in those days the lily had 2678|No charm to wound or hurt--none else were glad 2678|As the white flower that dies along the wind, 2678|And the white, slender leaflet that was tossed 2678|Like a white swan to the great sea in frost. 2678|But she was still a little child. The snow 2678|Melted beneath the sun; so white and still 2678|The white flower blooms the like a little child. 2678|At last the whitebeam melts 2678|Into the snowdrop's gold; 2678|And in that white, white snowdrop's heart 2678|Young April doth unfold. 2678|And in those white-robed Winter moons 2678|The blossoms blow and fall; 2678|And in their sweet, deep bosoms grow 2678|Hopes, dreams, and happy dreams, which none may know 2678|As the white flower they die along the wind. 2678|And the swan sings in the sun, and he 2678|Is queen of the white cloud, 2678|With the yellow and the red, 2678|And waves behind him to the sea. 2678|He lifts his wings and he is queen, 2678|He is queen of the white flowers; 2678|With a star for a queen, she is queen of the white 2678|Rose-girdled Spring of ours. 2678|Yet, since the world grows old 2678|And all the sweet things die 2678|In the happy Spring of his gold wings, 2678|I still may love and sigh 2678|For the young spring of his gold wings. 2678|I have followed the dark, white deer, 2678|I have ======================================== SAMPLE 905 ======================================== ; but why the song, the song, the song? 323|Why not the great god Pan 323|(Although he sings not so) 323|Is singing to the sun 323|As this world's glory goes? 323|Is not the song a moan, 323|Because it is akin 323|To songs to all the winds, 323|And all the harmonies 323|Carcer, and Poll, and Daisy? 323|Singers, and wherefore souter 323|For me? because the sea 323|Has naught for me but sand! 323|It is an ample faith 323|No mortal can withstand! 323|That in the eternal strife 323|All things created are 323|There is, and no man knows. 323|(But see the riddle read.) 323|Love is the primal law 323|Of all things born of God, 323|His first and last delight 323|In his first heaven of sight. 323|The earth--so full of mirth 323|And music is its dower, 323|So full of loveless joy 323|And music and a shower, 323|And soft and still and sweet 323|The joy of earth defeat. 323|Love is the eternal law 323|Of all things born of God, 323|The Almighty's rule can bind 323|No man but only brute; 323|Which gives and takes by day 323|The eternal ripening mind. 323|The sun, the moon, the sky 323|The sea, the sky, the sea, 323|The sunshine of the whole 323|Moon of the soul. 323|The dawn, the radiant morn, 323|The moon (for still she lives 323|As she for love draws near); 323|And all the stars that shine 323|To greet her, loveless-hair'd, 323|The day and night are one 323|In her beholder still 323|But not alike are these-- 323|The sea, the sky and seas. 323|And for the fair--in vain-- 323|She must with all the world, 323|And all the world's amaze 323|Touched to this paradise. 323|(But see, a subtle haze 323|Clothes all her soul at last) 323|The light, the moon, the sky 323|She holds by day and night, 323|The sun, the night, the moon; 323|And for the fair--in vain-- 323|She must and will be fleet. 323|Lo, all these things, even she, 323|Love's fairest pageants be; 323|Love only Love can see; 323|Love only lives to me! 323|Love is the world's true heart, 323|Set in a boundless shrine. 323|Love is the soul of truth, 323|Set in a world divine; 323|Sorrow and pain and sin, 323|Beauty and love and youth, 323|These are the thorns to him 323|Who dares reject the blame 323|And give no faith in fame. 323|Love is the life God saith 323|In every word and deed. 323|This thurs be his heart's goal, 323|And Love's the name he scorns: 323|Love is the face he seeks; 323|Love is the angel's fires. 323|His love, and his desire, 323|And the world's good and fair, 323|To him be praise of most; 323|His love shall be more fair 323|To him than to her breast, 323|And he his heart at rest; 323|His love, as it will prove, 323|To God be reconciled. 323|For, what my love shall be, 323|Should I not love at all, 323|Who love but love for you? 323|'O wilt thou go with me, 323|Or taste but sweet delight, 323|Where glad skies meet to part, 323|And the wind in the night? 323|O wilt thou go with me-- 323|Or dwell with me alone? 323|'O wilt thou have me, then, 323|Or feast but in thy hall, 323|Or love but love in me, 323|And sing but love in all? 323|'So wilt thou share my bliss, 323|And share my endless pain, 323|And share but with thy kiss 323|The death I can but gain?' 323| ======================================== SAMPLE 906 ======================================== 24869|He, as a God, with mighty arm 24869|To meet the princely hero came. 24869|He saw the car of Ráma wheel 24869|O’er airy regions glorious-frowned: 24869|As, reining in his car o’erlaid 24869|Whose robes with rich embroideries gay 24869|Adorn the borders of the sea 24869|He saw, before his anguish bent, 24869|The cinctured ladies and the friends 24869|Of noble Ráma glorified, 24869|The hermits on the mountain crest 24869|Conspicuous in his radiant vest, 24869|The hermits of the southern pole, 24869|And, all his followers, chief and chief, 24869|The sovereign of the spotless deer. 24869|At length, his feet on earth he crushed, 24869|His frame dissolved to trembling flesh; 24869|Then senseless with his blood he bled 24869|Like Indra in the stormy flood, 24869|Or Ráma in the distant air, 24869|Or like a leaf that falls on high 24869|When sinks the tempest through the sky. 24869|Then Lakshmaṇ, of Sumitrá born, 24869|On Bharat’s throne in glory shined, 24869|With glory in his coat of mail 24869|About his waist and girdle girt, 24869|Like some bright car of ebon car 24869|With precious stones engarlanded. 24869|There in a lonely spot he lay 24869|As Death’s own oil upon him shed, 24869|When Ráma, ere the night, withdrew 24869|And sought the hermit’s hermit’s shade. 24869|Then Indra, of the hosts who dwell 24869|In heaven and earth, the hermit told 24869|The vision of my lord who wore 24869|The shape of Sítá as of yore; 24869|In glorious panoply complete 24869|With heavenly gold his body reined, 24869|And the great bow he wore addressed 24869|To Ráma, to his sire returned. 24869|Soon as the peer was certified 24869|A slander in that word had flown, 24869|The virtuous Ráma’s speech to ease 24869|And cheer him for his hermit’s ease; 24869|And to the monarch’s ear he said 24869|That secret guerdon of the head, 24869|That naught to harm or poison gave 24869|To him who loved to slumber well, 24869|And Lakshmaṇ’s hand his guilty head, 24869|And Lakshmaṇ’s too, to win his will. 24869|But when the hermit’s words were said 24869|He roused the fury of his ire 24869|And roused the fury of his ire. 24869|His trembling hand the monarch raised 24869|And thus within his breast amazed, 24869|Fierce as the sun or thirsty grass( trope) 24869|With blinded eyes, his sorrow told: 24869|“Why comes he thus by woe distressed? 24869|What mortal might thine aid secured? 24869|What queen, O Monarch, has secured 24869|Thy credence from the boon they gave? 24869|His promises have been refused, 24869|His realm and realm are desolate. 24869|How still soe’er our lord may know 24869|We yield to Ráma’s prayer for woe. 24869|The wicked wretch, his hopes to blind 24869|Our lord, by whom we honour find 24869|Condemned to woe where’er he be, 24869|Who ne’er has kept from virtue’s rite 24869|His triple world, or kept from sight 24869|A man by sin unwisely slight. 24869|Have I not seen, O Monarch, thou 24869|Beneath the shade of Daṇḍak bow? 24869|Thou knewest all. Thou, lord, hast shown 24869|True friend to Ráma, mighty-souled, 24869|Whose virtue, saving his aloof, 24869|S ======================================== SAMPLE 907 ======================================== ] 42290|In this we'll do it 42290|To show that you are not afraid of us. 42290|_Ode to the King of France_ 42290|_Ki-Kiang_ _Grant us to relate the 42290|legend of this ride through the country between us._ 42290|When the moon 42290|Brought back the light 42290|On the valley trees, 42290|On the woody shore 42290|All the world was white, 42290|All the birds were singing, 42290|All the stars above us, 42290|In that famous weather; 42290|When the evening light 42290|Was far out 42290|And the world in chase 42290|Was far out 42290|From the town of France. 42290|Now you may think 42290|How the moon 42290|Fell asleep, 42290|When you were weeping. 42290|A cloud drew up from the east; 42290|And the moon was shining 42290|On a rock hard by, 42290|With a silver lining; 42290|And it looked at me, 42290|As if it were sinking; 42290|And the softest song 42290|You ever heard 42290|Was far out-welling. 42290|Yet it seems far out 42290|Far away, 42290|Where the wide horizon 42290|Was beginning to fade, 42290|And it was beginning to doze out 42290|In the world's deep water, 42290|Soon to sink 42290|On the earth of blue air, 42290|That it might be new earth for us, 42290|And make all the stars shine 42290|And the stars dance. 42290|It is very great 42290|It makes a man mad; 42290|It makes a child 42290|Fly away from the mother, 42290|And it lives for ever. 42290|When the sun is on the earth 42290|There is no one to ever, 42290|There is no one birth 42290|To be found or to make it, 42290|To be evil--any one? 42290|It is too late to call it; 42290|When it is not the same, 42290|There is no need to tell us 42290|The reason why in this spot 42290|I did appear to go, 42290|And the time that is behind us 42290|Is beyond my knowing. 42290|But _when I am dead_, there can be no telling here, 42290|That I have been away from you. 42290|I have been curious, 42290|And I am old, 42290|Yet I can see why you are here 42290|As if you were young; 42290|No longer can I let it be 42290|Or tell why you are here. 42290|But I could not tell you, 42290|And it would have been, 42290|That very day when I came here 42290|You were so near to me. 42290|I have been moving, 42290|And I have been sailing 42290|Over the waters of the air, 42290|And I know what it is to be 42290|You are the story of my love, 42290|How I was destined to be 42290|The middle of our summer, 42290|Just when I had come back to myself. 42290|It cannot be that you are here, 42290|That I am not a part of you, 42290|Because you are my poor old friend, 42290|And I have had too many andhs to spend, 42290|And the rest of life without the lure. 42290|This is why I get such pleasure 42290|When I was accustomed to the school 42290|And went to bed each morning 42290|In the days when we were children, 42290|When we were but a little older, 42290|When we were but a little older, 42290|We were always very older. 42290|When I was foolish and could think 42290|I had not seen the difference 'twixt me 42290|And my own foolish foolish self 42290|That was nothing but a puppy-dog. ======================================== SAMPLE 908 ======================================== ." See the first stanza. 5186|"There are none like the flowers in March, 5186|But are cheery in North and South, 5186|And I wish you all a good New Year. 5186|Now winter nights are in the hedge, 5186|And it is not clear that they should fall." 5186|"The snails beneath them will be snow, 5186|But the frozen ground is cold and cold." 5186|"But there were not two bonnie bairns 5186|That I met on an ill-fended morn." 5186|"Two bonnie bairns, that I should be, 5186|They are mine for aye, two bonnie bairns. 5186|One lesson, O, weary one, shun! 5186|Learn to make it as pleasant to you!" 5186|"Are you onie yet, bonnie bairns?" 5186|"The gray mist grows apace, ben my face." 5186|"Are you onie yet, bonnie bairns?" 5186|"Four and twelfe, la belle doun Dean Elkin." 5186|"Where is the one that loves you well?" 5186|"I am merry, merry to hear them tell." 5186|I came out yonder: "Go to the wood." 5186|"There's nothing but feathers enough for a hood!" 5186|"And I'm going to be chased away. 5186|There's a girl of my choosing to-day, 5186|A fresh one to-morrow to see; 5186|But I'm not the first to be chased away." 5186|I sat by the fire an hour later. . . . 5186|She had a fau't hat and her foot-- 5186|She had no hat: "Oh, why do you cry?" 5186|"Oh, I'm going to seek my prey!" 5186|"Ah, no!" I said. "I'm in dread of the beasts." 5186|"For one of the women and bairns a cat 5186|Will come on, and I shall find him soon!" 5186|I said to Mary, "Oh, go away, 5186|To-morrow soon; now I come." 5186|Then I turned her round, in a cheerful way, 5186|And said to her, 5186|"Is it the woman that sits on the door 5186|"That holds your hand--in her hair she's white,"-- 5186|But I shivered and shook that day-- 5186|Oh, a writhing-down there came to the door 5186|A creature so blackly pale and wan-- 5186|(Just the lady that speaks in the morning). 5186|"Good-morning, dear." 5186|"And shall we go to seek that woman then?" 5186|"And the little one that is coming, I say?" 5186|"Oh, no," I said. 5186|"And the little one that is coming--quite?" 5186|"Oh, no," he said. 5186|"For you'll find him sitting, bousing and coddled." 5186|"And the little one that is coming--quite?" 5186|"The little one that is sorely tempted." 5186|"And the little one that is sorely tempted?" 5186|"And the little one that is sorely tempted?" 5186|"And the little one that is sorely tempted?" 5186|"And I," said she, 5186|"That knows how much to deserve; 5186|And it's mighty relentless duty 5186|To teach the little woman to dance!" 5186|A little further on I must not stay, 5186|I must go to the village and see the man, 5186|But I'm very shy--very shy of my genus. 5186|Heigho! I'ma-done with so much ceremony! 5186|I'm feeling quite tired of my villanar-pat; 5186|My regiment's so very stirred in my bed 5186|I hardly ever catch the sound of the stirrup. 5186|I'm feeling very nervous--I wish that I heard! 5186|But not on earth--I'm sick of my beautiful chums! 5186|I feel very sore--my head feels very sick! 5186|My coat's outside my boots, and my boots ======================================== SAMPLE 909 ======================================== , not from that in the present day 28375|Which seems so sweet: but from the day 28375|Of that good life which comes and goes 28375|Like a long day, now glimmering gray, 28375|And now so dimly seen; 28375|This is my comfort, and I hope 28375|That in the darkest hour of all, 28375|Thou shalt behold me safe from harms, 28375|And safely landed in my arms." 28375|"Nay, but my life were life," quoth he, 28375|"When in the dreadful pass he past, 28375|And with the raging power of hell 28375|Drave back my youth to its half prime; 28375|All hope was dead and hope was vain, 28375|And when he left me in the road, 28375|He still proposed to stay above, 28375|But as it was, he did not know 28375|Or ever I myself could show 28375|An hour's obscurity. 28375|That time of year, 28375|When birds sing high, and echoes 28375|Along the boughs; when frost congeals 28375|The ocean's briny floor; 28375|When all the trees and flowers are shivering 28375|With wantonness and glee; 28375|When sparkling suns make glad the earth, 28375|And all the fields are green with birth, 28375|And all the trees with fruit; 28375|And love lies soft beneath the tree, 28375|And like a star dreams lighted now and then. 28375|O let us walk the primrose way 28375|Till afternoon, when suns have set; 28375|And all the trees with foliage blending, 28375|Give up their fruit at morning's close; 28375|Let us o'erflow with pansies, while the birds 28375|Their songs retain and murmurs singing still. 28375|And when the shades of even 28375|Have gathered round the bowl, 28375|Let us o'erflow with pansies, while the leaves 28375|Their leaves at evening shed; 28375|And let our flowers and roses 28375|Protect our fragrant head, 28375|Let us o'erflow with pansies, while the leaves 28375|Our garden paths bedew: 28375|And let us o'erflow with pansies 28375|To make our lovers sigh, 28375|Until the eve and morning, 28375|Then let us die! 28375|Let us o'erflow with pansies 28375|To make our lovers sigh, 28375|Until the night and morning, 28375|Then let us die! 28375|Let us o'erflow with pansies 28375|To make our lovers sigh, 28375|Until the night and morning, 28375|Then let us die! 28375|"Here we strew the ground, now let our footsteps roam 28375|Over this our path, not finding in itself 28375|What it had no common breadth and breadth beyond. 28375|"So that all things else turn we our steps, and there 28375|Be no more abides, if there be a void here. 28375|Lifelong we are left the path to its last lair, 28375|"And the wild weather toil is over us still more. 28375|Here no rain or mist, no murk nor mist, prevails 28375|Over the bright flowers and the verdure of the plain, 28375|And we shall find our way to the uncharted air, 28375|"Where no earth is, or likely to be, but in God's peace. 28375|Here the road is open right, and we are left behind. 28375|All the roads are wet and dry, so it is well with us. 28375|Here we go, where none goes, or comes or past or left. 28375|"We are all that's green and gay, and the birds sing loud 28375|Till the great green leaves are blown, and the blue sky bends around. 28375|Here we go at all for a season, when the skies are dark, 28375|And the dry dry ground in silence shall grow on the graves; 28375|We are all that's to come--we, who love the world so well, 28375|"If I leave you," he said, 28375|And he gave ======================================== SAMPLE 910 ======================================== out from, to his sorrow, 29358|Washed in bracken, and was rent, 29358|And the limbs stiffened like the reed. 29358|Then upon the earth he threw him, 29358|And upon the roofs he smote him: 29358|Then he was dragged over the gate: 29358|Nor did he aught: all a day he died, 29358|And he fell midst of the wild beasts dying: 29358|But as ever more young and free, 29358|Still the earth was filled by the old man, 29358|Who by the hand of the master was led to a seat, 29358|In the shape of a man of old days, whom his hand 29358|Had carved from the tree, so craftily wrought, 29358|That he made an image of the doorways of heaven, 29358|And the door of that house he let go: 29358|And thence for a while from the hall he brought him, 29358|Who thus had dared the deed of flame 29358|To enter; and was no whit loth: 29358|For he kept going forth to the end of the house 29358|By the sea and upon the land, 29358|And there it was mended down on the twain, 29358|As the tale was told to the first man that came, 29358|And in manner of all his deed, that morn 29358|Bore off the old man with the new, 29358|And he went and stood in the hall that day, 29358|And spake to him in such blynd fashion 29358|As was bidden of him to do: 29358|"O son, now give me leave to go 29358|To the place where there is no speech, 29358|For with the same as it was in Rome, 29358|No witness is there any more 29358|In the walls of the baneful place, 29358|Nor I, who had been so great a man, 29358|Or rather the God I did not know, 29358|And who I was fain had in mine eyes 29358|The heaven that is over the place. 29358|To the end of all, for these the words 29358|I spoke, and the wicked one 29358|Hearken: whensoe'er the door is shut 29358|And a word is spoken, it is a sin 29358|To leave all the glory of the tongue. 29358|But I, since ye all well know my name, 29358|For my deeds undone and these my words 29358|Shall the story do: but do, O king, 29358|My mother's folk as yet do speak; 29358|For all our fathers' land indeed 29358|I did not suffer to go seek, 29358|Nor yet unto the death to bear 29358|The great Æneas, so I took 29358|My father's name in hand, and died. 29358|"My husband, father, thou hast given me 29358|The clearest token, thou whose hands 29358|The Gods have riven and cast out 29358|The worser years, that I again 29358|Cast forth, and hitherward have gone 29358|To my own house and bane: but now, 29358|Ere I return unto the house 29358|In which I was of old, I pray 29358|My Father grant me anything 29358|That I in all my life may find, 29358|If thou, O king, wert but a man 29358|Who held aloft the house and walls 29358|Of that house, for thy own use and ours, 29358|For all thou wert of that same spouse; 29358|And, if thou hadst not wived been 29358|The life and light that thine hand hath laid, 29358|Thou hadst not died for all thy days! 29358|Alas, my soul! what sorrow now 29358|Makes my face dark? For all the years 29358|This hand hath clasped and dried my tears; 29358|And all the joys of all thy life, 29358|Were all as passable as of old-- 29358|The days that lie so far behind, 29358|But now, I know not why nor why 29358|This longing comes, though all things go, 29358|And all the hope of ======================================== SAMPLE 911 ======================================== 8785|(For true it is that I am one within, 8785|Who feeling such whistle, nor dreaming aught else 8785|I saw, but rather with my oblique view 8785|Enamoured; whence I moved to explore, and search 8785|What it became of me; a mystery 8785|It fable may be, perhaps a longer space, 8785|With bodies different of mould mouldered, 8785|Or clogged with clay. I meditate no craft 8785|Informable to numbers, but as one 8785|Who finds his error, if the thing be true, 8785|Blooms in the dark as late; e'en such is he, 8785|So gifted, he may copy what I write, 8785|And be anointed. For myself, I fail 8785|To find forgiveness who believe me; 8785|On other thoughts subject, there is none, 8785|Whate'er befalls, of blame for that I do it. 8785|I fear, if too much questioning offends, 8785|Or too much gladness, that thou maist go'st 8785|To the place where I told thee what I heard, 8785|I will relate the following Aeneid. 8785|How first I enter'd it I scarce can say, 8785|Such sleepy dullness in that region took 8785|Me for a while; and, in the self-same sense, 8785|I thought the sun had sunk, and all the world 8785|To dullness and the self-same hours had dropt; 8785|But how or when I nowhere found my way 8785|(Ere I beheld the sun appear), I thought 8785|That it had climb'd this mountain. After that, 8785|I came to the next moat, that, what I saw, 8785|Here was in prospect; there I saw the spires, 8785|And the great walls, and the long pannels, seen 8785|From off the shore, and the great ramparts raised 8785|In long procession to the shores of France-- 8785|O what a sight my simple eyes should have 8785|To render up again, yet in these lands 8785|Were not so ample as a language preached 8785|By knight of old alone, when I was a child. 8785|So many stairs travelling together, up 8785|Wide stairs ascending from the ceiling down 8785|This our first stairway, I beheld at times 8785|A head so noble, and so huge, that sight 8785|Records not where it was: and then there came 8785|By one, the strangest of those stairs who yet 8785|Was ladder'd by the shoulders, I mean now 8785|Entering the other; for those stairs the sun 8785|Gave not, and in his west a fiercer light 8785|The better recall'd: those little steeds, who lie 8785|Beneath the burden of Conferior, 8785|And by him ne'er instructed, won from me 8785|A sweet assault; but those ill-fated, who 8785|Fell not, being from those goodliest above, 8785|And of degree most kingly, I esteemed 8785|O'er all the ladder to the heaven that goes 8785|Down thither to this clime, which most endears 8785|To him who mounts, and for his race renown'd; 8785|And if there be a wrong, to vaunt that wrong 8785|On other, whence my song may justly turn 8785|The fervour back; perchance because on earth 8785|I gave the name to a more steadfast hope. 8785|While I was rushing downward, o'er the right 8785|Upon the holy threshold of my Lord, 8785|Belial in motion, heard I oftentimes 8785|The fortunate exclaim: "Construe that I am 8785|Some Spirit of Olympian minstrelsy! 8785|He cometh! who is this, that without death 8785|Blent all my wayward motions, with such force 8785|He may disburter me?" He thus replied: 8785|"Daughter, of whom I spring from a green hill, 8785|From whom a higher thought no stepdame e'er 8785|Hath measur ======================================== SAMPLE 912 ======================================== of the sun; 32335|He turned the wheels, he broke the swords, 32335|And this is what the Engerlan's Lord wrote -- 32335|"If you will ride with me to Rome, 32335|I'll bring you his beautiful sword." 32335|This is the strangest thing of all 32335|In the world where there's never a law: -- 32335|And that's the reason that Solomon says 32335|That, since men and he are not God, 32335|These things have happened before, since then, 32335|Since things must end, and things have been. 32335|O, many are the times that I 32335|Have dreamed, and dreamed, and seen. 32335|And if I say the things I think, 32335|These things have come to pass. 32335|'Tis like a pageant that hath been, 32335|A pageant that hath been; 32335|A music and a music gone 32335|Out of the days to be. 32335|Is it not something that I think, 32335|And nothing of the things I dream, 32335|But something that I shall not see? 32335|And if you say the things I think, 32335|These things have come to pass. 32335|Is not the spirit that I think, 32335|And where you may not be, 32335|A vision and a music gone 32335|Out of the days to be? 32335|The wind is a-rockin', and the waves are breaking, 32335|The tide's at the 'K madness' of unrest; 32335|And the sun is dashing with his waves a-creaking, 32335|And the sun is wintry with his fires out west: 32335|But the wind's at the 'K madness', and the tide's at the 'K madness', 32335|And the sun is out with his 'K madness' of unrest; 32335|And the sun is out with him, and the sun is beaming, 32335|And the sun is beaming with his fires out west: 32335|But the wind's at the 'K madness', and the sun is beaming, 32335|And the sun is laughing with his fires out west. 32335|The wind is a-rockin', and the waves are weel, 32335|And the sun is beaming with his fires out west; 32335|But the wind's at the 'K madness', and the sun is beaming, 32335|And the sun is beaming with his fires out west. 32335|But the wind's at the 'K madness', and the sun is beaming, 32335|And the sun is laughing with his fires out west; 32335|And the sun is a-rockin', and the sun is beaming, 32335|And the sun is glancing with his fires out west. 32335|'Twould be a goodly battle, when an outlaw 32335|Stands on the misty moor, or through the mists 32335|Sneers at the dappled wall: but when an outlaw 32335|Stands grim and haggard, by his hoar trunks loosed, 32335|With his evil eye upon the mountain side, 32335|The woodsman of the valley curses hard 32335|His rough, uncouth face and clattering hoof 32335|To those who ride. He would not face the pursuer, 32335|As when he rode, for he is often chased, 32335|He is now so safe and cold, he scarcely yet 32335|Remembers that he kept his post in view. 32335|I knew he would, or else I may believe it - 32335|I knew him, but that I saw nothing of his. 32335|The sun's in the east, the day is at hand, 32335|The breath of the roses is on the air, 32335|But the perfume of west is flown in the blast, 32335|And the breath of the night-wind is chill in the brier. 32335|Oh, the scent of dewy morning in the garden 32335|Is the breath of the meadow-sweet in March, 32335|It stirs not, it stirs not, but it fills my heart 32335|With bliss of the sun's returning in June. 32335|The brown thrush sings amid the leaves so green, 32335|The cricket bubbles ======================================== SAMPLE 913 ======================================== ? The man who had loved a king 941|Who had a king, a mighty potentate. 941|'Twas he that called the court, the country's curse, 941|And all the country's wrongs from time to time. 941|He turned his eyes from strange, unnatural lands, 941|And said: "I'll bring you down -- I'll bring you down!" 941|From a man's heart his thoughts and his thoughts depart. 941|For when the king had come this time, and said 941|To him: "I'm not a court, but simply one 941|Of those who love me and of honor me. 941|'Twere cruel, monstrous, wonderful to say 941|That I should seek to slay the king of kings! 941|Who has not come here at the end of days? 941|I am for seeking, even on the very brink 941|Of death to go." And all the court around 941|Was huddled to the king, and with a sob 941|The headless trunk that held the headless trunk 941|Lay, while the king sat brooding, 'neath a cloud, 941|And all alone to hear what he had done. 941|One day they both lay down; the night was dark: 941|The dead were gazing on the dying day; 941|So still they sat, and utter silence made 941|With each, as though the whole, a passing shade 941|Lay on his soul; but what could then avail 941|Themselves of such a people; so they lay 941|With faces turned upon the face of death, 941|While all the faces, staring, seemed to pass 941|Each with a secret horror. 941|At their head 941|There lay a deadly wound, made out of blood; 941|At each the gushing blood began to spilt; 941|But all his way was drawn unto the hilt, 941|And on the brow were neither teeth nor claws. 941|The king was thinking of his heritage; 941|And at the point where he had once stood there 941|Another turned, and saw him cringe and stare, 941|And shake his head once more with discontent. 941|"Why don't you lie," he cried; "for I am going 941|Into the church, that's right; and I'm intent." 941|A solemn silence fell on the great board; 941|The people bowed and bent beneath the weight 941|Of heavy burdens, heavy burdens gnawing. 941|And all the people knelt, and all the church-bells 941|Went off again their chimes to swell the knell; 941|And all this time there was a pause of silence. 941|The time was long, and far, and full of awe -- 941|Numb for eternity; and all the land 941|Was stark and still, as on Belshazzar's hand 941|The coffin dropped; and all the people gazed 941|And all the people cried "Our lives are blotted." 941|The day, so long ago, had such long faded since, 941|That like an angel passed away the hours 941|Of twilight that had long passed, it was revealed. 941|And, then, all this time men knelt and worshipped 941|With reverence, half unconsciouslying 941|The costly gifts that might have been refused. 941|The smoke of their new hearth-fires lit up the East 941|And filled the night with light, and with a strain 941|Of tenderness and tenderness there blended. 941|Then, when the year had reached its close, and came 941|Day after day, the bells with merry call 941|Rang out, with jangle and monotone. 941|The bells and pansies with their yellow spires, 941|Crowded the grass with gold; the woodchuck cried 941|In noonday haste; the cricket with his dires; 941|The jay and katythe hiding 'neath the eaves; 941|The bullfinch's chirrup; and the blue-fly's call 941|Flashed through the dark magnolia in the grass; 941|And where the ground-bird's hammock burrowed its ======================================== SAMPLE 914 ======================================== ; he, 32167|All his life's tale, and all his life the same, 32167|Had been a thing forever. "Here" he cried, 32167|"Here we have kept together. I have lied. 32167|No! you have lied. You knew me not." And yet 32167|He took his pipe again, a little grim, 32167|And read there, as if, "Here, Phoebus, see, 32167|Here, for God's justice! Here my pipe is made 32167|To blow the pipes, and when you want a blade, 32167|I'll make the thimble smooth, and, if you're chill, 32167|A smacking freeze and make them all so still." 32167|"Ah, Phoebus, Phoebus, you shall do 32167|As well for once as once. That's quite enough! 32167|You could have had one here. If you were kind, 32167|'I do forgive you!' and he'd shake his head. 32167|'You should have had one here. What, you have had 32167|A thing there always seemed to be; you knew 32167|It was the first. You think I mean the thing. 32167|The man is useful, Phoebus, and you think 32167|'Twas poor, poor creatures; and an angel's wheel 32167|Tightly as now, and, with the gods, you know 32167|Where he found God, and where you went, he know." 32167|And he was right. They were, and she was right. 32167|He could have turned and finished on a day, 32167|And gone to her, and gone, and there she died; 32167|The man was poor. There is a truth to tell. 32167|He was the flower of all things--the brown, brown rose 32167|That will not die; his soul was as a flower 32167|That dies and withers ere it withers. 32167|How few are the blind who think, at most, 32167|Of things that are eternal; things that can 32167|Of no eternal natures make a man. 32167|The life that in the natural lives of man 32167|Spent all its good. Man walked on earth alone, 32167|The careless angels of the upper air, 32167|Unseen of God, and no man understood. 32167|God, the invisible spirit of the universe, 32167|With his own light, and his own face of Truth, 32167|Not darkness only, but the light of stars, 32167|Transfiguring him. Man had his deathless gift 32167|Of that divine perfection for the truth, 32167|The light of Love, and all the lofty thoughts 32167|That lift men's souls to heaven, to earth, and pass 32167|In the celestial places to eternal life. 32167|But he passed on, and saw the light of Truth. 32167|"I love you, Mary. I am happier then you, 32167|Mary, than others." 32167|"I have loved you," she said. 32167|"And have married you, my child. I have been better 32167|Than you have been, and I shall live for ever, 32167|And as you love another. You are God, 32167|I shall be loved forever, as they say. 32167|You shall be my comfort, as the dove 32167|When she feels its wing and finds herself at rest, 32167|Thrilling with many sorrow. I am Love, 32167|I shall be strong and love, and as the wise 32167|Are clothed in Heaven. I am Faith, and Love-- 32167|Wound by strong cords. I am Love, and He 32167|Is truth; and nothing can be false to you. 32167|I am not Love, I shall be God once more, 32167|And Love shall lead me through the dark and bright 32167|Into the endless morning. I are Love, 32167|And He is Truth, and He must be a world, 32167|And Love shall lead me out of chaos. I 32167|Shall be He too, or He will lead me down 32167|To endless night--Christ leads me by the hand. 32167|I shall be made as I have been before, 32167|Out of a thousand ways; this ======================================== SAMPLE 915 ======================================== of his hand, like a gale; 37804|And as if the tempestuous blast 37804|To drown the little fluttering bird, 37804|Or pile the low of the timorous bough 37804|With its wet arms he flings it forth, 37804|So did this winged Nymph her flight and sing 37804|In the bright clouds of incense dimly seen, 37804|Singing to a most airy hymn: 37804|"Come waft me from this beechen bowl 37804|Wherein the holy oil is poured 37804|From the nut-brown bowl,--wherefrom hath flowed 37804|The red wine of Othrin's Cask: 37804|"And, as the drops of ruby wine 37804|Sweetened the cask in comrades' hands, 37804|Let us leave the goblets, and resign 37804|To the cool water our embrace, 37804|In a cool well contented with 37804|Sweet juice of the Cask, 37804|Lest, drunk with the goblet cool, 37804|We die, as a drop of the well 37804|Breathes from the cask on high, 37804|Fann'd by the vaulted roof withal-- 37804|Dissolve, with the goblet by, 37804|In a cool well contented with 37804|A sweet and a cheerful draught!" 37804|--Thus the bright-eyed one sung, 37804|Sung on the vaulted roof in rage, 37804|Till the bubbles of the sage 37804|With a gay and cheerful smile 37804|Invited the newly-restored 37804|To a festival prepared 37804|And revell'd a second time 37804|In a fair cask beside the board, 37804|With the swelling overflow 37804|From the foaming goblet's side 37804|Till they took the goblet's sides, 37804|But it still had strength to glide 37804|With a lightly sliding rill 37804|Toward the hallow'd goblet still. 37804|Now the water gushed to a lake 37804|At the feet of that high-climbing cask, 37804|And the freshness of the draught 37804|Gushed from the cup that silvers the draught-- 37804|But the cup's long draught was gone. 37804|The glowing goblet's brim 37804|Beating on the rim 37804|That the dusky tree-tops crown'd 37804|With the quenchless gold of sleep, 37804|Stood in revery sweet and deep, 37804|Hollow'd in its fountain faint, 37804|From the cup that silvers the 37804|Gems of sleep away to the 37804|Red wine of a thousand years. 37804|"Yet, O Queen, 'tis right and well 37804|That we wot of thy goodness; we 37804|Usherded the life-blood so, 37804|To redeem the heart of woe. 37804|"Thou art better than we know, 37804|Thou holy One of heaven; for us 37804|Thy creatures first and best 37804|Are fashioned like that we adore, 37804|And like us thy gifts are pure." 37804|This said, her silvering locks were turn'd 37804|Back to her feet--her rosy brow 37804|Fixt on the pillow of a fern 37804|That she gave to him to press 37804|And lull her softly to repress 37804|The pillow of her loveliness. 37804|"Nay, Nymph, though my heart were set 37804|To win thy guerdon (for it is 37804|The form of every winning trait), 37804|Yet would I come to thee and part, 37804|And share thy joy and my heart's glee 37804|With my own hand upon thy heart. 37804|"Be thou my guide, forgive 37804|This wrong--be still the contrary! 37804|At least this hour of time shall bring 37804|Thee to thy love, and naught shall cling 37804|To thy sweet side, or leave thee still 37804|Alone, to thy true servants' will. 37804|"By the green bank that overh ======================================== SAMPLE 916 ======================================== again. 42058|A year or two behind, I shall not go. 42058|What were the winds to blow? 42058|I know not, I will stay by field or town; 42058|For still the wind is keen, 42058|And bitter is the rain, 42058|That rises after the sun. 42058|Thou wilt take thy pleasure, 42058|And not forsake my heart? 42058|My love is the word for me, 42058|Out in yon foreign land. 42058|I would not have thee go so far; 42058|Thou hast my heart--and they must part. 42058|"Where am I? O my love, who knows 42058|But my heart that would not break? 42058|I have three days to live as one does - 42058|O my love, my love, I am not broken!" 42058|All night till the morning grey 42058|Had come on them her beams to shed 42058|The first dews on the hawthorn-trees 42058|That ever sprang in my head. 42058|All night till the morning grey 42058|Had come on them her beams to shed. 42058|All night till the morning grey 42058|In a halo of mist to-night she shone, 42058|As she shone upon my brow, 42058|In her own lovely light. 42058|All night till the morning grey 42058|With the clouds did gather and fly; 42058|Till at last she came to me, 42058|A sunbeam, lightening, and I 42058|Was standing with weary thought 42058|Till the star-beams came. 42058|"Bring the weapon hither, 42058|Bring the mail, my love, 42058|Hast thou brought dishonour 42058|From the battle-fields of thy fame?" 42058|"Bring forth glory; come 42058|Faith and courage yet, 42058|And a hope high-born." 42058|Then with eager eyes 42058|I leaned over his shoulder again, 42058|"Bring his manhood, love," said he, 42058|"Him for whom my heart was slain." 42058|With all the strength my eyes had bled, 42058|I looked towards him and saw, 42058|And I stooped to pluck the blade 42058|That he had knelt to draw. 42058|For I saw a shape unrolled 42058|With death-white beard and grey, 42058|And the face of one who had stood 42058|Where the wounds were seen. 42058|"O hast thou victuals sold 42058|For the sake of God," he said. 42058|And I drew the sword for his head, 42058|And I thrust it back and sped 42058|And the face of him was cold 42058|With the marks of shame on his cold face 42058|That I had not seen there. 42058|And he cried, "O have the child 42058|And the host of my father slain? 42058|Is the night dark cold and wild? 42058|If this be the Christ who led, 42058|I pray thee, and call for thee, 42058|That thy life may pass in peace." 42058|I heard a voice on the air 42058|That cried to the stars above, 42058|"Thou shalt not die in the fair, 42058|But rise and enter in love." 42058|I heard a voice on the air 42058|That cried with the voice of love, 42058|"What dost thou wish in the dear, 42058|Grim Lord of all human wars?" 42058|I saw a voice on the air 42058|That cried with the voice of love: 42058|"When thou shalt walk on thy heavenly way, 42058|Through death and darkness above." 42058|Then I saw a sudden light 42058|Shine in the face of my wife, 42058|And the face of my God was bright: 42058|It was the face of my life. 42058|My heart shrilled back with pain, 42058|When they said, "Thou art strong, 42058|And thou hast borne burdens long 42058|And manifold wrong." 42058|And they said, "The world grows blind; 42058|Th ======================================== SAMPLE 917 ======================================== ! 30659|_Chorus of Airs that fly in the wind and die-- 30659|And I, O I, the she-goats, will follow and follow thee._ 30659|I have laid my fingers to a spar 30659|To steer the ship to, O Death! 30659|I have cut a sheet of southern air 30659|From the back of the southern sea, 30659|And launched unseen, in the midnight star, 30659|O Death! for the love of thee. 30659|There has been no use in the wide world-- 30659|Here the lowest: 30659|Where the furthest, blackest waters have come, 30659|I have come. 30659|There have been glories from the stars to be, 30659|There arose a mightier enterprise. 30659|Rulers and confidences, a strife 30659|Of the elements' battles and thrones, 30659|Have swept through the halls of my soul. 30659|I sing the passion of the human heart: 30659|The passions that rage in my bosom's depths, 30659|And burn like a fiery rain, 30659|Have driven me, have made me, murderess, part 30659|Of the passions and passions of these waves. 30659|The passions of the elements' battleings 30659|Have flung me from sea to sea, 30659|A wreck, in the midnight of the skies, 30659|In the solitude of Eternity, 30659|Where the winds are still, and the sea-birds hush 30659|To brood o'er my spirit like snow! 30659|O, cool cool is the sea beneath the trees, 30659|And the yellow leaves lie thick in the sun; 30659|The river dwindles to a river, 30659|And my spirit grows sick in the sight of the sea, 30659|O, cool is the sea in the sky, 30659|O, cool is the sea in the sky. 30659|The great tears fall silently 30659|Like rain on the cheek of the sea: 30659|O, cool is the sea in the sky. 30659|This hand of mine through all time 30659|Had traced the works of man, 30659|As the loving hand of love 30659|Had touched them into a song 30659|Holy and sad to the heart 30659|Of the lone lone spirit of man. 30659|O, cool cool is the sea 30659|On the sea-sands long ago, 30659|And the voices of men are stilled 30659|In the lone lone sea-depths, and the moon 30659|Shines in the blue of the sea. 30659|The wind came in as it fell, 30659|And the world came out in its might; 30659|But out of the grave am I, 30659|And I know that the hurricane, Night, 30659|In despite of the world has left me, 30659|And the fury and madness of Time have rolled 30659|Through all my being, from side to side 30659|With the waves of the broken wreck. 30659|"It was a cry," said John, 30659|"A simple child that died." 30659|"I know the voice of God," 30659|Said a voice as wild as the wind. 30659|"It called to the winds for aid 30659|What else had never been; 30659|'Ye shall be as He hath made.' 30659|"He hath sent the spirits in, 30659|To open an ocean wide." 30659|But lo! as the voice grew weak, 30659|It sent John out and died. 30659|There's a maiden sat on the sand, 30659|And on her lover's breast she held, 30659|To take a kiss, and for to command 30659|The birds they sang on the tree-sown land,-- 30659|The voice of the wind to come and run 30659|From the open main to the sunset sun. 30659|"O father, give us a song!" she cried, 30659|And the billows laughed till she cried again; 30659|And she sang to the wind, and the tide o'er the sea, 30659|The song of the wind to come and run. 30659|"O father, give us a song!" she cried; 30659|And the birds ======================================== SAMPLE 918 ======================================== here, and there, 1280|And for a time; 1280|So I sit here 1280|With the little flower in my hand, 1280|All bright as the little sun, 1280|And look at the little birds in the nest, 1280|That were flitting away from the hill, 1280|Out from the garden and over the meadow-- 1280|All to-day, for their singing is over. 1280|Then, when the children go to school, 1280|Let us do the best that we could, 1280|Do just as we'd have the bird that looks, 1280|And sing some old little song. 1280|_"If the Fox should chance to wake again, let the children go to school 1280|There before I opened the door to see my own bird, 1280|But the wind was cold and the clouds hung in the east, 1280|And the little birds drifted away in ships, I guess. 1280|And the sunlight came up, and the sun came down, 1280|And the birds went back to their homesteads again. 1280|And when I got up I wanted to go, 1280|But--and the wind was cold and the clouds were still, 1280|And I'd never go back again to the long, cold hill. 1280|_"O God, if I could find my way 1280|Through this dark, stormy world! 1280|Never to turn aside from Thee, 1280|Calmly and gratefully; 1280|Lovingly all the while! 1280|Lovingly all the while! 1280|Lord, when I lie asleep, 1280|Thou who hast kept my childhood wide, 1280|Calm as a hill can be; 1280|Give me strength to work Thy will, 1280|Lord, at the last-- 1280|Lovingly all the while! 1280|"When I wakened, the church was still, 1280|And the children still were playing, 1280|On the roof, and out from the door, 1280|The cold grey sky was falling; 1280|But the old man raised his head, 1280|And looked aweary at the sky, 1280|And beheld the earth, it said, 1280|'It is Thou, and Thou art nigh!' 1280|And he saw the earth again, 1280|And the little ones who were playing, 1280|Saying, 'It is She, and She is there, 1280|And they learn'd to read and sigh. 1280|And the stars went round the house, 1280|And the rain began to fall, 1280|And the windows open'd wide, 1280|And I heard the child be calling, 1280|Calling to my little one, 1280|'It is She, and She is there, 1280|And the birds and beasts can make 1280|_Their voices all forget:_ 1280|I know not which to call my child, 1280|Or else it were but this: 1280|But whether it be She, or Himself, 1280|I know not--by His kiss. 1280|I know not which to call my child, 1280|Or else it were but this: 1280|But whether it be She, His love, 1280|Or else it were but this: 1280|For, see, the Christ that was to save 1280|My soul from swooning in the grave, 1280|Yea, this is He, whose love 1280|Now bade me keep and keep - 1280|Yea, this is He - the only Friend 1280|A heart could wish to break. 1280|"_It is She, and She is there, 1280|And He must needs be strong: 1280|The other hand is out of reach, 1280|The other will be wrack, 1280|And Thou art in the very heart 1280|But Thou art in the chain_." 1280|I went to the House that night, 1280|And I called a House I well knew whence, 1280|That tried me hard and strong, 1280|And someone thought I was going right, 1280|And there I was so long. 1280|But long I sat, and little thought 1280|About the things they used to ======================================== SAMPLE 919 ======================================== |So, from sheer admiration, at all times, 4009|And with a very superstition of God, 4009|When, in a mighty conflagration, 4009|Its neighbour burns: then, suddenly, 4009|Like a mad flame it flickers bright 4009|Into the heart of the black night. 4009|It rises. The light increases 4009|Into the heart of the black night. 4009|One day a lonely cottage 4009|Is lighted, as in the golden sunrise. 4009|Night falls. The stars grow silent. 4009|The wind blows. Grandpa! How the silence grows, 4009|The shadows creep. Along the garden walks 4009|The shadows lie. The moonlight falls. 4009|I walk among its garden roses. 4009|A sudden wind sweeps over them. 4009|And ah, how cold they change! 4009|Nay, 'tis a wind that sweeps across the lawn, 4009|And then it lifts a little, shadowy bell. 4009|I feel as if these two leaves of the wildness 4009|Were closing in on me, like dreams, that come 4009|In broken onings, lost among this sadness. 4009|I think, some sad old day it must be so. 4009|I cannot sleep so long as the dark hours 4009|Carry me down, and drop upon my bed 4009|Long prayers, by winds impelled. 4009|I see them yet. I must not sleep! My love! 4009|Nor how the least, warm hours that I have known 4009|This morning come, when all the world shall be 4009|Clear, and the dark will close around my head 4009|And I shall be like one who cannot sleep. 4009|The night is still. I do not fear to move, 4009|Or follow, and the darkness will be gone. 4009|My heart leaps up, I tremble, almost feel, 4009|In frightful fear, at having left you so. 4009|Come to my bed. Oh, if thou be the king, 4009|Why do you wake? 4009|I cannot come. 4009|The night has fallen, the darkness still is drawn, 4009|I will not stay, and so wait patiently. 4009|The wind is gone. No need for candle-light. 4009|The morning is here, and a star is flown. 4009|O love, love, love! 4009|I will not wake. 4009|A little while. 4009|The sun is gone. 4009|Ah, who is this? 4009|He brings a host. 4009|A great wind blows. 4009|A little dust. 4009|The flower lies still. 4009|The sun goes out. 4009|A little flame. 4009|The fire burns. 4009|The flower lies still. 4009|The flower lies still. 4009|The flower lies still. 4009|My lady sleeps within the door. 4009|The wind has shifted and gone. 4009|The flame lies still. 4009|The lady is asleep, 4009|The fire burns still. 4009|An old man in a golden ring. 4009|There's nothing left of love or of truth or of duty. 4009|The flame lies still. 4009|The last gleam of light was fading 4009|The last gleam of light was cast in the dying. 4009|The flame lies still. 4009|The last gleam of life has fallen 4009|The last gleam of life has dropped from the sinking day. 4009|The black night is over 4009|The green and gold. 4009|There is nothing left of love or of duty. 4009|The shadows are drawn across the earth. 4009|The sun is gone. 4009|The darkness covers mountains. 4009|The moon looks down. 4009|The star-ray is gone, 4009|And the shadows return to themselves. 4009|The stars look down upon the world. 4009|The stars see the shadows through the clouds. 4009|The shadows are drawn across the earth. 4009|It is night. 4009|The wind falls. 4009|The leaves drop from the tree-tops. 4009|The moon comes forth; ======================================== SAMPLE 920 ======================================== on a steed, and with his leg 37804|Stretching his nostril vainly. So he gan rise, 37804|Furiate, and cry'd--“Now in a moment see 37804|Thou hast made clean,” and ran to them, and they 37804|Gan to assist him. Oft his mother press'd 37804|His knees, his fingers touch'd them; he exclaim'd-- 37804|“Sire, let this hand no longer brush thy jaws, 37804|“Nor let my father hear thee; let me die, 37804|“Now shalt thou see me. I myself despise 37804|“My sire----and, as the deity who rules 37804|“In heaven, in earth.”--And she--“And all my kin 37804|“The gods allow me; pity my age so, sire, 37804|“Nor let me now a little be withheld 37804|“From thee. O could I leave this wicked land, 37804|“To flee my sire's desiring! Let him, then, 37804|“Forsake these cities: let him, if he will, 37804|“And be thy judge, and punish the disease 37804|“His favorite wish.”--But Aphrodite, moved 37804|By pity at his cry, the vengeful maid, 37804|To her dire torment gave, and bade him yield. 37804|Cupbearer then in vain the lofty steeds 37804|Cherish'd to Ægina, and her chariot-wheels 37804|And offerings all to Phœbus call'd her once, 37804|And twice five times around her chariot-wheels 37804|To burn. Yet could not she the furious flame 37804|Of Jove not hope, so fierce he would not strive 37804|To drive her from her mother. Yet this hope 37804|Still bitterer far, he could not think that she 37804|Should stand alone, his utmost strength his hands 37804|Should intermission to his utmost power, 37804|Than that she could by arms suffice. Still more 37804|He cry'd to her, to aid his dragon king. 37804|“O thou! in whose dominions, at thy birth, 37804|“And power possess'd the corner of all earth, 37804|“A son was born, if hapless thou hast more. 37804|“Nor wilt thou be a grandson, nor shall stand 37804|“A son such as thou be.--O, had I ne'er, 37804|“With thee, an Ægir, borne another son! 37804|“Not from a mortal stock. My sire has left, 37804|“A son not born: my grandson I'll be; 37804|“Nor will be till I conquer Troy.” She said, 37804|And to the king her daughter gave her doom. 37804|And the loud oars she chang'd, and chang'd for flight 37804|To a black star; and mounting on the prow, 37804|Shot sidelong to the main. The sailors call, 37804|And tell the cause of aiding their distress; 37804|But chief the king, when he beheld the deed, 37804|In his own house exclaims--“Thou wouldst not seek 37804|“Thy father's palace, nor thy mother's arms. 37804|“Wilt thou not try to join me? Thine accus'd 37804|“Foul hand shall kiss thee.”--Then, it was his doom, 37804|He to his palace bears; there she, the sire 37804|Of Sicily, to be forever lost, 37804|Him seeks; but anxious pleads his brother's life 37804|(The god appearing with the maid) to save. 37804|Nor Juno more her sister's suit delay'd. 37804|To Jove he went, and on the altar join'd 37804|The godlike mother, while the furious maid 37804|Pursued the suitors. But to Jove he cries; 37804|“O, Jove! a dire preserver thou hast caus'd!” 37804|Then Jove assenting, on his altar's top 37804|His ======================================== SAMPLE 921 ======================================== |The woe of the time, the end of the year, 36954|For, lo! in the darkness I hear 36954|The step that disturbs my sleep with fear-- 36954|A sound like the voice of the night, 36954|As if but a hush and a hermit priest 36954|Heard in the drowsy distance a cry, 36954|Or the voice of the midnight bell; 36954|Or a bell that tolls like a funeral knell, 36954|And echoes the funeral knell. 36954|I am sick of the gloom, and my heart is fain 36954|To mount from sight of the bright, glad day, 36954|With the dawning light and the heavenly ray, 36954|Like a star in the depths of an azure sky, 36954|And to hear the melody playing 36954|On air and sky and heart and brain; 36954|Where they tell me they are in Heaven-- 36954|Our heaven in Paradise, they say. 36954|They tell me that, in Heaven, they are near 36954|To the things they know or would not know 36954|With our earth--our heaven below; 36954|That we are in Heaven to the uttermost, 36954|To the ends of the earth, in the solemn glow 36954|Of the everlasting night, 36954|To the midnight bell in the echoing bar, 36954|And the midnight toll of the midnight bell 36954|In the chapel below; 36954|And we go by our journey's end, 36954|And we leave our life as it was 36954|When we plodded Godward, groping on, 36954|Seeking God at the end; 36954|And we think of the days that were, 36954|And we think of the love that was, 36954|And the years that are over and gone, 36954|In the waste of a weary waste, 36954|When a heart of eternal rest 36954|In the temple of Eternity, 36954|From the darkness over the lands, 36954|And the ultimate heights of the air, 36954|And the wonders of all the years, 36954|Are gathered together in here, 36954|Enchanted together as here, 36954|In the shadow of Eternity. 36954|Not in dreams is a dream of love, 36954|Dream of beauty and love that goes 36954|To the other extreme of our bliss, 36954|And the dream that the soul lives on, 36954|And the life that is bright and knows, 36954|Are blended together as here, 36954|In the sunshine and showers of tears, 36954|With the beauty and power of life 36954|That shines in the face of the years, 36954|With the light that the daylight brings, 36954|With the moonlit glow of a face 36954|Whose smile is the breath of the Rose 36954|As she wastes them away, 36954|With the magic of stars and flowers 36954|That are lost on her robe of hours, 36954|In the wonder of Time and Night, 36954|When her limbs are at rest in flight, 36954|While her pulses have ceased to beat, 36954|And her spirit is drowned in light, 36954|And her spirit is lost in the beat 36954|Of the wings of the Night. 36954|And the hours pass like a dream of love, 36954|The beautiful, soft, and low, 36954|That whisper of Heaven above, 36954|With a deep and delicious glow, 36954|As she leans down to the starry roof, 36954|Where the lady sleeps low. 36954|And the air grows strangely still, 36954|As the face that never shall tell, 36954|And the spirit that never shall fill, 36954|And the eyes that weep and can weep, 36954|Are drawn from beneath her deep. 36954|The earth was green, and the skies were blue, 36954|And the woods were bright in the month of June. 36954|The music of bees in wild, sweet tune 36954|Floated over the meadows and stirred 36954|The pulses of the woods, and made 36954|The shadows flee and the sun seem bright. 36954|And the soft delight of the blossoming earth 36954|Shone in their hearts, and the green leaves went 36 ======================================== SAMPLE 922 ======================================== . 23972|"How's my father to you?" said a third. 23972|"Oh, my dear, are you not better?" 23972|"Niet," answered Ugly, passing by. 23972|"I'm better at all," the girl said. 23972|"I'm better at all," said Ugly. 23972|"I'm better at all," said the boy. 23972|"I'm only a boy," said the boy. 23972|"So how's my father?" asked the boy. 23972|"Why, boy, you must be better," said the boy. 23972|Just then the girl forgot all noise and fright, 23972|"That's all very well now," said her mother to cheerly. 23972|"I've been to the North again," said the boy, 23972|"Over plain plain water I can't swim right." 23972|"Now we must be quiet," said the boy. 23972|"I'm for mother," said Ugly. 23972|It's a big little crocodile, that runs in the Nile. 23972|And when at Nile it would have run, 23972|And washed its back in pleasant waters, 23972|It slipped from the hook of its tail and flew 23972|Till the water was smooth and shiny-- 23972|The rest will look bright and good-by to us two. 23972|And it all comes back to us never. 23972|And the baby looks so lank and white 23972|Like an old family--loveable children, 23972|That they can laugh with both their eyes 23972|When they go to the next glass at Sandysby. 23972|In a big little garden one day 23972|They found poor Mr. Bruce asleep, 23972|He put up his stocking and key-- 23972|Pity little wretch, he's thinking-- 23972|That he is a fool that won't be; 23972|And he sees him a settler taking his tea. 23972|And he sees a stray mare with a farce upon her, 23972|So daring and so pretty; 23972|And she knows he will be telling, 23972|"I saw him once before, 23972|And so I saw the poor mare this night, 23972|And he is riding on a prancing steed, 23972|With a pretty winding horn and yellow head, 23972|And a red riding horse, but his eyes are blue, 23972|And they run hard after him. 23972|But, mind you, he's riding on a prancing steed, 23972|For he sees two strong men looking at him. 23972|And he sees a young man riding a tilt, 23972|And a blue looking-glass in the water. 23972|And he sees a bow-backed horse tied to a tree, 23972|And he sees a wild knight coming down below, 23972|With a white palfrey following before 'em; 23972|But he sees a knight coming down below, 23972|And he sees a strange knight riding a row, 23972|And he knows a lady riding a rostrum, 23972|And he sees a fairy riding a broom, 23972|And he sees a lady riding a broom, 23972|And he sees a lily riding a bow, 23972|And he sees a wild knight riding a row, 23972|And he sees two famous horses riding below, 23972|And he sees a lady riding a row, 23972|And he sees a gay knight riding a row, 23972|For he sees a lady riding a row, 23972|And he sees two famous horses riding a row, 23972|And he sees a flagon riding a row, 23972|Wearing rather more than a crown, 23972|And a red riding horse. 23972|And he sees a big brother riding a row, 23972|And in this may time he sees a lady ride 23972|With a red riding horse. 23972|I had a baby's shoe before I could 23972|Run into a country, and I'd give it to you, 23972|And I'd give it you, and I'd give it to you, 23972|And we would say good-bye once as we walked 23972|Upon the reflection, 23972|Our baby's shoes were red, and black, and blue, 23972| ======================================== SAMPLE 923 ======================================== , 27126|I have read you many a tale 27126|Of the days of my youth-time, 27126|Lonely and falsely merry, 27126|Now of my dangerous schooling, 27126|Now of my childish hurry, 27126|Now of my thirst for knowledge, 27126|This I have tasted ere going, 27126|This I have drunk in sorrow, 27126|Drank in bitterness, boldly, 27126|Seeing not that life was golden, 27126|And that life has been truly 27126|The grand ideal of my life. 27126|I knew that the great sun shone 27126|On a land where I had no part. 27126|I made a song to my heart, 27126|I sang it deep and free. 27126|With yearning and with tears, 27126|With sorrow, and with fears. 27126|I knew that the great sun shone, 27126|And all the stars were one. 27126|I have slept as if the sky 27126|Were fulfilled of the morning. 27126|My song too had its meaning, 27126|But the great sun shone the truth in. 27126|The song that the sun brings forth 27126|Shall be new as the morning air, 27126|New and bright as the morning. 27126|The sun, if he touch it, 27126|Earth shall be new as the morning. 27126|She hath taken my gift to her care. 27126|I have loved her and watched her grow old. 27126|She hath set her face with the young red rose, 27126|She hath known the grief I have known. 27126|The wind of the north has ruffled the leaves: 27126|And the bud of the blossom is sheen. 27126|I have loved her, I knew; and the bud is withered. 27126|Now, I say the wild birds are flown: 27126|And the wild birds are flown to the dark grey south. 27126|They are calling and calling alone. 27126|In the deep green gloom, 27126|While the moon drifts high, 27126|In the day's drab haze 27126|Is the wind and the shadows grey, 27126|I know that the stars, like the white moon drifts 27126|In the evening to the earth. 27126|They are calling and calling alone 27126|In the winter's last fear of the snows. 27126|They are singing together in the wild winds' flight. 27126|For I sing, I know, to them 27126|The songs I know. 27126|I would rise in the dark and follow the star, 27126|I would sing, I know. 27126|I would wake, I know 27126|Where the starry sky 27126|Peeps over the city, 27126|Amid the gold of the heather. 27126|I would rise and come in the dawn, 27126|I would fly to the woods, and sing, 27126|Farther than the day is far 27126|In the west is my star. 27126|I would rise and come out of the night, 27126|I would fly to the hills, and sing, 27126|Farther than the tides are out, 27126|On the breast of the blue, blue deep, 27126|Where the winds are a folded wing, 27126|And the wild winds are blown asleep. 27126|The winds are my heart's despair, 27126|The winds are my breath, my dear, 27126|And the flowers bloom there. 27126|The wind is a tireless thing, 27126|The wind is a tireless tree, 27126|Thirsty, desireless, desireless, 27126|Thirsting, hunger and thirst for thee, 27126|Thirsting, yearning, desireless, 27126|Onward, upward, still to God; 27126|Onward, upward, all the peace 27126|From their wings was wafted afar, 27126|Onward, upward, still to God. 27126|The world is very lovely, my beloved, 27126|When the clouds are gone, 27126|And the moon is the silver mirror 27126|Where the stars are one. 27126|The world is lovely: how should I love it?-- 27126|When it is gone ======================================== SAMPLE 924 ======================================== _, a game played on sawing-brandy. 1304|_Dandyglers_, belleips. 1304|_Danglers_, dainties. 1304|_Daddies_, dainties. 1304|_Dafy-dainty_, lame-looking. 1304|_Dainty_, dainty, lame-looking. 1304|_Dainty_, dainty, pleasant. 1304|_Dainty_, dainty, pleasant. 1304|_Dainty_, dainty, pleasant. 1304|_Dainty_, dainty-like, pleasing. 1304|_Daurrant_, dauntless, fearless. 1304|_Daurton-like_, cheerful. 1304|_Daurton-like_, cheerful, welcome. 1304|_Daurton-like_, dauntless, pleasant. 1304|_Daurton-like_, dauntless, steady. 1304|_Daurton-like_, dauntless, pleasant. 1304|_Daurton-like_, dauntless, pleasant. 1304|_Daurton-like_, dauntless, valiant. 1304|_Daurton-like_, dauntless, valiant. 1304|_Daurton-like_, dauntless, valiant. 1304|_Daurton-like_, dauntless, valiant. 1304|_Daurton-like_, dauntless, pleasant. 1304|_Daurton-like_, daurty, pleasant. 1304|_Daurton-like_, daurty, pleasant. 1304|_Daurton-like_, dauntless, valiant. 1304|_Daurton-like_, daurton-like. 1304|_Daurton-like_, daurty, pleasant. 1304|_Daurton-like_, daurton-like. 1304|_Daurton-like_, daurton-like, pleasant. 1304|_Daurton-like_, daurton-like. 1304|_Daurton-like_, daurton-like, pleasant. 1304|_Daurton-like_, daurton-like, pleasant. 1304|_Daurton-like_, daurful, pleasant. 1304|_Daurton-like_, daurton-like, pleasant. 1304|_Daurton-like_, daurton-like, cheerful, pleasant. 1304|_Daurton-like_, daurton-like, pleasant. 1304|_Daurton-like_, daurton-like, pleasant. 1304|_Daurton-like_, daurton-like, pleasant. 1304|_Daurton-like_, daurton-like, cheerful. 1304|_Daurton-like_, daurton-like, cheerful, pleasant. 1304|_Daurton-like_, daurton-like, cheerful. 1304|_Daurton-like_, daurton-like, cheerful, cheerful. 1304|_Daurton-like_, daurfully, severely. 1304|_Echo_, espesie, voice, voice, voices. 1304|_Echo_, espesie, voiceful, pleasant. 1304|_Feirrie_, espesie, voice of the woodpecker. 1304|_Sheep-owre_, the hare-bell. 1304|_Fegs_, fiere, a dwelling for calves and fleas. 1304|_Fetch_, frithee, dove. 1304|_Freen_, a sport, a ball. 1304|_Flannen_, half. 1304|_Fauld_, to give, to hold, to hold. 1304|_Fauns_, fawns, half-wild, wild lambes. 1304|_Flan_, the fen-land, heaven, the sea. 1304|_Fauld_, a fold, a fold of the fold. 1304|_Fautor_, fondled, caressed, caressed. 1304|_Fautor-ma-care_, desire, ======================================== SAMPLE 925 ======================================== for us and our work we'll use it; 2620|In a game we'll take it, of you twain the prize. 2620|"For none so expert in our craft can stand, 2620|None good at all we have in his hands; 2620|They're made, and not reckoned from roting command." 2620|Then the Laird of Agincourt, with a smile, 2620|Said, "It is you, sir, making a Will." 2620|Then the Laird of Agincourt, with a frown, 2620|Said, "Don't you see the work has gone; 2620|Let us give a hand and bid him come and see; 2620|He shall know what I'd have him do." 2620|Then the Laird of Agincourt, with a frown, 2620|Said, "You don't mean to keep a shop or come, 2620|Your turn is this, at our saveyards all; 2620|And yet, if you're a card from me, 2620|The more you do it, it's my own. 2620|You'll find it better to keep this shop, 2620|Than to come this way; but not you that." 2620|"I'll fetch you some," quoth the Laird of Agincourt, 2620|"'Twill be a rough time of your sport, 2620|We'll make you welcome in after eight and one. 2620|"Then you may come, sir, and give me a hand; 2620|But in all four-and-twenty comes the shrewd 2620|Old tale that you have heard with such a swell: 2620|Give me a greeting, Sir, and a good hearty cuss, 2620|And I will go to the House of the Quog." 2620|The porter laughed, and the lawyer replied, 2620|"I know you; but I should like to hear 2620|Your old acquaintance, and you must have your joke." 2620|The Laird of Agincourt laughed hard and long, 2620|But the tap-room opened with a grin, 2620|And with visage grim the old man stood. 2620|He gazed in the eyes of the portraits hung 2620|Upon the walls of the picture hung, 2620|But he never would think that they were the same, 2620|Though the author's name with his work was name. 2620|With thanks to his master he paid them well 2620|Before the supper was lighted two. 2620|The landlord, after a while, in the tray 2620|Said, "There were the letters and you the tray." 2620|The landlord's anger was well-nigh turned down 2620|By the words of the old man's mock check; 2620|"Bett your morsel," quoth he, "and your ink begin; 2620|You've got it, but not the slightest sign." 2620|And in like manner the portraits they took, 2620|Each smiling in turn with a friendly look. 2620|Though it stood in a place not far apart, 2620|The master was thoughtful, the man was wise, 2620|For he had his thoughts in his master's heart. 2620|He watched the rows of the old men move, 2620|And they looked at each other with good-natured love. 2620|Now the honest farmer, the master's child! 2620|He knew him that he loved every one; 2620|He knew him better than any one 2620|And the best of all things that were done. 2620|He knew him better than any one. 2620|He knew him better than any one. 2620|There was never a word of his kind, save one, 2620|And nothing he said with the missing line, 2620|And he had to keep it in mind. 2620|For he'd nothing heeded the master's plea; 2620|And he thought he was wrong, and he was to be, 2620|And he wished it were better for him. 2620|And as soon as the landlord recovered him, 2620|A letter of writ was brought by the Court; 2620|Threatening and vexing, his heart was full. 2620|But his mind it grew worse by a month. It came on again, 2620|And he found that his master lay dead. 2620|" ======================================== SAMPLE 926 ======================================== with their flaunted ranks, 24869|When the fierce giant, mad with rage, 24869|In fury at each peerless dame 24869|His fiery shafts the giants smote, 24869|And quivered to their fangs with heat, 24869|And by the might of Ráma beat 24869|The giants’ countless mass: 24869|Thus, smitten by the lightning’s glare, 24869|The giant in his fury lay. 24869|Canto XLIV. Ráma’s Lament. 24869|High on a car that shone so fair 24869|In arms a dame, whose forehead bare 24869|A hundred hills, whose flowers divine 24869|With bud and flower were fraught, 24869|Rushed Ráma to a distant grove, 24869|Deserted in the woods. 24869|Canto XLV. The Fall Of Báli. 24869|Rávaṇ was fain to rest, 24869|And to the pleasant home he hied, 24869|When thoughts of her he loved so well, 24869|Refreshment of his onward view, 24869|And Lakshmaṇ cheering thus to each 24869|Spoke from the crowd the lady’s speech: 24869|“What gloomy thoughts, my noble sire, 24869|To-day in human form require, 24869|That thou shouldst not consent to leave 24869|The lone place and the garden, cleave 24869|To birds of high-souled lineage, where 24869|Rávaṇ’s illustrious brother( nervously) 24869|With constant care upholds each sense: 24869|A while in idle talk to-day 24869|A while in idle talk I stay. 24869|I go with Lakshmaṇ and his train: 24869|A while, dear father, will I reign. 24869|But I, though now my feet have run 24869|Adown the dreary wilds of woe, 24869|Never again will turn my head 24869|From realms that lure no human tread, 24869|My heart, my life, my bliss restore, 24869|And give me all that still impairs 24869|Who wantons with the evil powers. 24869|Why thus, my father, waste in vain, 24869|While still, for each dear form he waits 24869|In earth or heaven, his loving care? 24869|Shame on a wretch who acts his share! 24869|Thy hand, dear mother, has obtained 24869|That good which virtue, wealth, and gain,— 24869|Nought prudent, worthy, wise, and just, 24869|And manly soul unmatched by trust 24869|Of good to all the worlds above, 24869|Of all the earth, of heaven, of hell, 24869|Of earth-born souls that love and dwell, 24869|Of heavenly spirits born and bred, 24869|Of men, whom penance stern and hard, 24869|Unminded, impious, born, and weak, 24869|Have forced not forth their eldest lord. 24869|Ah me, what joy my father see 24869|When he the mighty Daśaratha’s tree( rubble) 24869|Shall see this day deliver, own, 24869|The happy lord of all our own: 24869|So Bharat now shall reign alone. 24869|The princes by his grace who spring, 24869|And his whose mighty arm who brings 24869|Thee to Ayodhyá’s town shall bring. 24869|The lord who roams the woods shall see, 24869|With Lakshmaṇ, lord of Kekaya’s tree: 24869|Vibhishaṇ of the mighty arm 24869|Whom all the regions visited 24869|To wild Varúka’s realm shall bear 24869|To fair Ayodhyá‘s city down 24869|By thousands, Rávaṇ’s hermit crown. 24869|Now on the king, O fair of form 24869|And of my bride, no power shall harm, 24869|But in his son his soul may fall, 24869|And all the worlds their heads of woe 24869|Their heavenly mansions shall recall. 24869|Ah, ======================================== SAMPLE 927 ======================================== , 1279|Auld, cauld, and black! O, 1279|The faithfu' heart, 1279|I'm wae and blind, 1279|While my ain brother, 1279|The man that I lo'e best, 1279|He tells me he lo'es best, 1279|His sister-man, 1279|He's gane for to the warld, 1279|To look for my dearie, O! 1279|He says, that he lo'es best, 1279|His sister-man, 1279|He gies him best, 1279|His sister-man, 1279|He's made a sang, 1279|His sister-man, 1279|O wad nae langer be! 1279|But while I harp and sing, 1279|And tirk the right, 1279|And praise his lordship's king, 1279|He'll ding his head, 1279|And ay be douce indeed. 1279|O would to Mary ken, 1279|How life and love were wedded, 1279|That, like the lark in heaven, 1279|The day might shine and nature 1279|To see a man undone! 1279|But for that he's now awa, 1279|And for a he's now awa, 1279|There's grief and heavy care, 1279|That damps my health, 1279|And sets me howling still. 1279|But for that he's now awa, 1279|And for a' that he's awa, 1279|I'd better here my banes, 1279|And row them in a yaily dressed shoon, 1279|Out o'er yon hills, 1279|That are past the Lomond glen, 1279|Amang the bonie Lomond valley; 1279|And when my auld gray father 's seen, 1279|His heart's right fu' 1279|I'll be nae young again, 1279|And ay be bless'd again. 1279|There is a bonie lass, I hold mair dear 1279|Than to list the marriage ditty o'er, 1279|And to think o' a bonie lad I trow; 1279|For her a rantin' e'e's the lave o't, 1279|And ane o' the gear that should be her ain. 1279|But there is a lassie I lo'e but for love, 1279|And she's sweeter than honey on a' the lea, 1279|And aye whan the cauld war' is done, 1279|Her mither's a gowden, lassie, O! 1279|And she 's blest wi' the friends he loves for a', 1279|And they 've lured a waefu' wish, 1279|In ae bonie couple. 1279|There is a waefu' waefu' that ca's the hame 1279|For my miller and me, on the banks o' Windmills, O: 1279|And it may be sae, in Scotland, the day may come 1279|When the sweet wee form in life shall be my Jean, O. 1279|Lang syne! when t' flow'rs begin to spring, 1279|And birds with music mingle their descour; 1279|Then, Peggy, tak me to the birken bower, 1279|Where silken hours are sweetlyleezin' glowing; 1279|For there I 'll lean me down, my only jo, 1279|When the sweet gales begin to blaw, 1279|And smiling, ilk the primrose bells shall blaw 1279|My lanely welcome blushing thro' the dew, 1279|Then we'll, my laddie face to thee, Ma'am, 1279|When the sweet waters meet in Auchray; 1279|How pure and sweet its cadences, 1279|And saft is the shepherd's lay, 1279|When hares and nuts and whitecocks gleam 1279|Wi' the sweet summer's holy ray. 1279|Then heaves a bosom smooth and meek, 1279|The leaven of a glorious smile; 1279|And ======================================== SAMPLE 928 ======================================== for the last time, 34015|And it is long, the third time. 34015|And the wind knows best of the way, and the cloud knows best of 34015|Then the waters gurgle and roar, and the land turns round to 34015|smile, 34015|Heavily falling, 34015|In the tumult that rages around him, and with an angry 34015|tongue 34015|For the roar and the clangor of fight, and the thunder above. 34015|Then he goes up a weary declivity and, sick for the first 34015|"What!" cried the old man, 34015|"What boots it?" the farmer cried. 34015|"I will put up my sword," he said. 34015|And the old man smiled, 34015|And suddenly, close beside him, the old man stood, 34015|And the old man knelt to his smithesome moods. 34015|But the old man knelt, and he bent his head, 34015|And a small log cracked from the blasted tree; 34015|The old man smiled, and the gray eyes fled, 34015|And the hand turned pale from the blasted tree. 34015|Then the farmer laughed, and he waved his hand, 34015|And the smoke went out of his smoky land. 34015|And the smoke melted slowly away, 34015|And a great tree shook on the windy grey. 34015|Then the black-hooded ash-trees shone, 34015|And green leaves waved on the brown old man; 34015|From the ground, from the ground, all men were fled, 34015|And man was left in the land of dead. 34015|Then the old man walked in the valley alone, 34015|Where the hills were high and the woods were green, 34015|And the brown hollandows talked in low moan, 34015|And the brown hollandows made a sound, 34015|And the brown hollandows made a sound, 34015|And the hollandows from the ground. 34015|Thus fared it, thus, through the valley alone; 34015|But the old man, weary and worn with moan, 34015|Looked into the valley, and nothing was seen 34015|Of the drowsy landscape around him thrown, 34015|Save a ridge of rocks, against whose green 34015|And soft green, a little he sprang to his feet, 34015|With a cry of a deep, deep sound, 34015|And the hollandows in their round 34015|Were all swinging round him around, 34015|And the little he waked was a well-known sound, 34015|And the voice of the wind bore him far o'er the ground. 34015|He has changed to a belfry of wilding red, 34015|And a place among men for the child on his knee; 34015|He has changed to a wild-bird's nest, and is fled, 34015|And the birds are all singing a choral song, 34015|And the clouds in a far off land, 34015|Are all flying along, 34015|In an unfrequented land, 34015|Where the wind is a-murmuring. 34015|Ah! but the sounds of a living thing; 34015|From the deeps of the great grey hills, 34015|Over the mountain-brimmed hills, 34015|Over the rocks, with their bright hues, 34015|With their cool and gray, 34015|In a cloudless day, 34015|Shadows away, 34015|Till the winds, on every hand, 34015|Wake them from their leafy home; 34015|And under the little green dome 34015|Of the little white castle-cot, 34015|And over the orchard roof, 34015|To the clattering house it falls, 34015|And in that one common chalice thralls 34015|Hear the children sing and play 34015|Their mimic joy to-day; 34015|And the memory of this day 34015|Is a memory sad and far away, 34015|And a little picture makes it clear 34015|Through the twilight dim of eve, 34015|That a word from the heart of the Vale of Prayer 34015|May a gentle friend receive. 34015|And ======================================== SAMPLE 929 ======================================== , 6652|The sombre pews are catch'd, the thorns are burst. 6652|A little bird, as I've heard people say, 6652|Perched upon a hedge, on a river's edge, 6652|Perched and perch'd--the _spear_ was a _village_. 6652|Birds came rushing over the meadows, to see them, 6652|And the birds, with a feather, sang _Oh, me, oh_, say. 6652|The Pigeons come out, with a flying balloon, 6652|And they dance with a waltz, and they march off their moon. 6652|And some are unwasters, but _hush_ them, I fear, 6652|For the Pigeons were eat'ns, and the Pigeons were here! 6652|And some they are slaves who would break the command, 6652|But they march off no more than a Pigeon stands his band. 6652|_Chorus_--Three pence, three pence, three pair of pence, 6652|And five pence, dear Phoebe, to carry away, 6652|You must bury a Pigeon, you must bury a Pigeon, 6652|And I'll build a new _Pigeon_. 6652|_Chorus_--Three pence, three pence, three pair of pence, 6652|I should like to bury a Phoebe,-- 6652|He must have his lilies, he has his roses 6652|And all that is rare he will make up for Cowslips. 6652|_Chorus_--Three pence, three pence, three pair of pence, 6652|I pray you, oh, don't be saucy and wise; 6652|For your heart is a gem, and you are a pander, 6652|And love is a name that you soon will despise. 6652|_Chorus_--Three pence, three pence, three pair of pence, 6652|To make up the _priest_ I would not despise. 6652|Ye three merry maidens, with eyes peeping out 6652|Above wall and ditch, dance, laugh, dance, sing, 6652|And all ye of the rout go leaping about, 6652|And all ye of the rout run leaping along, 6652|And all ye of the rout run shouting along, 6652|And all ye of the rout hop, skip, and swing, 6652|And all ye of the rout run heaping up and down, 6652|And all ye of the rout run heaping up and down, 6652|And all ye of the rout run heaping up and down, 6652|And all ye of the rout tidy up and down, 6652|And all ye of the rout skylight snarly and free, 6652|And all ye of the rout skylight snarly and free, 6652|And all ye of the rout skylight the only we are, 6652|And all ye of the rout skylight snarly and free, 6652|And all ye of the rout skylight laugh they advance, 6652|And all ye of the rout skylight sniff and advance, 6652|And all ye of the rout skylight sniff and squeak, 6652|And all ye of the rout skylight sniff and whisk, 6652|And all ye from the crowd skylight pull a pea-bow, 6652|And all ye from the crowd skylight snarly and free, 6652|And all ye from the crowd skylight pull a pea-bow, 6652|And all ye of the rout skylight sniff and whisk, 6652|And all ye of the rout skylight sniff and whisk, 6652|And all ye from the crowd skylight pull a pea-bow, 6652|And all ye from the crowd skylight pull a pea-bow,_ 6652|_Printed by_ R. & R. CLARK, LIMITED, _Edinburgh_. 6652|I saw the three so droning 6652|The sky was clouded clearly, 6652|And therewithal a pensive look she cast: 6652|"O what a pleasant dream, Sir! 6652|And still again I seem to see 6652|A host of rooks at once, I see, ======================================== SAMPLE 930 ======================================== of her husband's birth, and of her lord's descent. 24405|By the name of Henry III. he died, 24405|The father of his daughter--no kin he bore of those. 24405|And from this place we have an answer clear 24405|To questions of the exiles, and each of them we send. 24405|For a great wonder is the spirit-stir 24405|Of English words which now I may not bring 24405|To utterance or suspicion for posterity. 24405|When one is old that dares not to be young 24405|It is as fresh, some say, as in the spring, 24405|And these the fathers living have contemned 24405|The honour of the offspring of the sword. 24405|And, like the spring-time, is the coming time, 24405|And these the fathers living have contemned 24405|Affections and ideas in the blood 24405|That through their lips are flashing, and their mind 24405|With a stern hunger for the future's good. 24405|Even so, within the bounds of truth and right, 24405|Where, all-contriving, all-contempting Force 24405|Cometh the kind dawn of common sovereignty, 24405|There comes a dawning God-like to a race 24405|When all the world grows gray beneath the moon; 24405|And then, a dream that shall not be forgot, 24405|The dream moves over us, like ocean-tides, 24405|And all the names are vanished from our lips. 24405|Then, as I touch this poem, let it be 24405|A certain far-off vision of the days 24405|When, like a river flowing underground, 24405|The roads ran smooth and the earth was warm and gay, 24405|And when the night came creeping to the shore, 24405|In dreams, we saw the little ripples play 24405|Above the meadows and along the beach, 24405|As they were ripples drawn up in the wind. 24405|And as we drew to them, and touched their fingers, 24405|The flood of lilies, flowing fast, appeared, 24405|And to our hearing as the murmur heaped 24405|The waves of music floated and was stilled, 24405|And in the deep heart of the stream there seemed 24405|Peace, and more light than any word he said. 24405|O wondrous change! Yet still I wake of thee, 24405|When the first glory of your might is past, 24405|When earth is grey and bloodless but not stilled, 24405|Nor power to break what thou hast built! 24405|As thou wert the bride-foam, thou hast been the bride 24405|Of that vast nakedness that sleeps in grace 24405|And the great hour thou wert. Thy face is fair, 24405|It had a beauty like the rising moon, 24405|That glorifies in no man's kiss or scorn, 24405|But in a perfect flower-soft world born. 24405|Then, in a dream of power and sweetness sweet, 24405|When earth is grey, as in the golden calm 24405|Of full unvexed heaven when life is done, 24405|With the warm heart and in the breast of love 24405|That turns to ash and amethyst and rose, 24405|Is it not so, my daughter, when the sun 24405|Wavers upon the darkness and the hill, 24405|And men and women stand together still 24405|And the red West is wet upon the earth-- 24405|But, daughter, this doth make my life more fair; 24405|I have no fear on earth when storms befall, 24405|Nor joy in anything that lives by love 24405|Or dies by service of a soul above. 24405|And yet, thou sayest, more of us than these 24405|Is most to thee as heaven in earth: 24405|With such true passion, since it yields no bliss, 24405|What may it profit if a soul be lost 24405|When all the soul is in such immaterial agonies! 24405|And when I sit with the warm-hewn dead, 24405|Dreaming of things that shall no more be, 24405|How can I ever dream that one was dead 24405|Who was with her in love, and ======================================== SAMPLE 931 ======================================== , for the last time, was his bride. 6652|And they--but where is now the true repose 6652|That broke through all these States?--No matter who: 6652|For, since the Princess fell, they are not married-- 6652|I'd rather see them, after all, than know them. 6652|But I have none.--My God! is none too strong 6652|For me to be so married?--Ah! too long 6652|Have I been grieving for so little time. 6652|But why declare I did it, when a woman 6652|Has been my niece's?--Ah! you, who think so little! 6652|The people's not all pleased with it, I'll tell you: 6652|They can't be bothered with us any longer; 6652|We won't go hunting, or we'll hunt for murder, 6652|Or let our hounds sleep in the mountain-cover; 6652|We won't go hunting, or we'll hunt for murder, 6652|You're only thinking--Don't you think we can't? 6652|I don't like hunting--it's a thing you can't-- 6652|You come and ask me why I don't object to't? 6652|Why, I don't like hunting--yes, you only mean 6652|To hunt for one more hunting--don't you see, 6652|Don't you?--the people say we can't get married; 6652|Why don't you tie it down so fast with me? 6652|Oh, yes! the people say we can't do nicely, 6652|They're like a lady with her silver shoon; 6652|But there's a heap of figures in the corner, 6652|A-looking in the moonlight through the window, 6652|A-settin' with her grand white feather pillow, 6652|A-settin' with her bright hair on her shoulder, 6652|A-settin' her dark eyes with her long white feather pillow!-- 6652|And there's an end of all the things that be.--Well, 6652|I'm going to marry Philip, and he'll marry me, 6652|I won't--and there's my health! in some respects he's 6652|Well, I won't say I won't. And so farewell." 6652|But at that moment there came out another 6652|Who'd promised he would marry her, and he 6652|Would marry her, and that was not the reason 6652|Why, then, he gave his orders to depart. 6652|So that's the point. Love passed his line and took 6652|His leave, and went for that. 6652|But meanwhile Philip sitting 6652|In his old fit of manner with his pipe 6652|And his pipe lying against his lips, began 6652|To pipe a low soft tune, 6652|Whispering a low soft measure, 6652|While old Philip sitting 6652|In his old fit of tune with his pipe 6652|And his pipe, bending low, 6652|With a wild merry note of sadness 6652|Singing "He's the Queen of this fair world," 6652|And now the great Queen, with a sad soul 6652|Of sorrow, seated by her husband, 6652|And two souls grieving for the loss of 6652|And long tears, kissed the floor and saying: 6652|"She's the dame of this fair world, and she's 6652|My little child, my Philip, my Philip, 6652|And she's sadly given me my little ones, 6652|A whole sweet world of care and sadness." 6652|And as they were talking, on the grass 6652|A slim form leaned and took it: By the way 6652|A lovely form there was, that swam along, 6652|Her dress was made of greenish yellow, 6652|And all her lovely air was water-green, 6652|And round her eyes were water-nymphs. 6652|Her dress was blue and her feet were white, 6652|And with her auburn hair she was dressed. 6652|A wild strange beauty bloomed in her, 6652|Making a wild sweet music on her. 6652|"You are my little friend," she said, 6652|"Your play is mine, your laughter mine, 6652|You are my ======================================== SAMPLE 932 ======================================== . 34298|"Hail! thou stranger, hail!"--"Ay, hail unto Thee!" 34298|Thus did her name recall the magic sound 34298|And smiled, as with a sweet and gentle grace; 34298|The same free spirit, that once only bore 34298|The love-rekindled passion of the place, 34298|That wakes the love-rekindling, wakes the pain, 34298|And wakes the first blossom in its race. 34298|From this rude land the hospitable Cave 34298|Brought wealth to Aetna's fields;--to these she came 34298|With spells no guile, with voice of warning slave, 34298|And saw no mercy from the stern's stern face, 34298|Nor from the father's look, nor mother's look; 34298|Yet she knew more than all men, and her heart 34298|Could feel the love of God warm on its child; 34298|And when the spell of that benignant thought 34298|Burst from its raiment,--stirred its soul,--and burst 34298|From the young life-springs of the Beautiful. 34298|Hail! thou, who first began at life's rich feast, 34298|First with the rose in heaven's blushing bowers, 34298|First with the lute in Orcus' happy vales, 34298|And next with Arcador in gentler flowers,-- 34298|All, all are worthy thee: what higher praise 34298|Thou from the gods hast won,--what better choice 34298|Could men hope for?--what best odds the victor unknown 34298|To win the lady of the lovely brow? 34298|What better odds, what heavier odds, what best 34298|To bear the fair? 34298|Not so,--not thus! 34298|Yea, like yon bird, the race of hawk and fowl 34298|Around a lonely shrine, 34298|The soul's delight, the soul's high hope, the heart, 34298|The whole sweet world of life, the sole sweet prize 34298|Life gives her, heaven takes from all the world of sense. 34298|Hail thee, who first with love and youth and youth 34298|First in the fields of joy, 34298|First in the fields of raptured youth,-- 34298|Thy birth-place now, thy now no more!-- 34298|Hail thee, thou child of toil! 34298|Not for a smile didst thou escape the arms, 34298|And for a look!--Thou seem'st a little child 34298|Still, as a playmate, fair, and young!-- 34298|As young and fair and bright. 34298|Now may thy playmate long behold 34298|Thy little face and eye and face, 34298|And (as before the shrine is old) 34298|Thy smile, the sweetness, and the grace 34298|Which yet, for all Thy grace, 34298|The world might find;--if heart and soul 34298|But keep the things which keep control, 34298|And, more than all, control; 34298|One little soul, in heaven's own choice 34298|Worth naming with a prayer thy name; 34298|And, if by grief or pain it float, 34298|A life-breath round thy golden fame, 34298|And, as it dies, recall 34298|The grief, the tears, the joys, the woes, 34298|The fears, the hopes, the woes, the woes; 34298|The tears, the tears, the tears, the woes, 34298|Of inly weeping, smiles, 34298|Are thine, is theirs, is thine, at last, 34298|The life-breath round thy brow, 34298|The life, the life, the love, the past, 34298|To live in heaven with thee! 34298|Hail thee, my Muse!--O living flowers, 34298|Hail!--in the light profusely blest 34298|Of thy light garland sleep, 34298|When my soul thinks of thee at dawn, 34298|And with that old gladness of my breast 34298|Dwells ever in thine own flower-petaled breast:-- 34298|Thine too, that poppy-crowned, the Bac ======================================== SAMPLE 933 ======================================== |When I'm off my business. 1279|And by Eustace Laird 1279|Was a fat and fair mare, 1279|When they met they were partly civil, 1279|And they all took a snuff. 1279|So it was on that day 1279|That they went to sea, 1279|And every day 1279|They hunted hawks for meat. 1279|With a spring and a thirse 1279|They gave them some furs, 1279|When they came to the sale, 1279|And met on the way. 1279|The cur was gone up to the country to buy a fat cheese, 1279|"kinder," said he. 1279|"Oh, look at the cur," cried the cur. 1279|"Oh, look at the cur," cried the cur. 1279|"So look at the cur," cried the ground-stick. 1279|"Indeed, look at it," cried the ground-stick. 1279|"Indeed, look at it," cried the ground-stick. 1279|"Indeed, look at it," cried the ground-stick. 1279|"Indeed, look at it," said the cur. 1279|"And here is a nice little cottage, 1279|With a roof and a floor; 1279|And the side by the door 1279|Is a-beaten with furs." 1279|"What a life!" cried the cur, 1279|"For a stranger to lave in!" 1279|The wheel shewed the side, 1279|And the side it was wide, 1279|And the side it was wide, 1279|And the wall it was high, 1279|And the roof looked that high, 1279|For the lad to descry 1279|And to lighten his eye 1279|By the light of the eye, 1279|Like the sight of a bowl, 1279|By the light of the eye, 1279|That winked is a hole 1279|To the bottom below, 1279|For a roof of the row, 1279|And a side for the prow, 1279|For the lad to descry 1279|And the wheel to admire, 1279|As they peep from the side, 1279|That was offered to three, 1279|When carried by steam 1279|To the brink of the sea; 1279|Or, if pleasure be his, 1279|He can plunder the three, 1279|And the wheel he can wheel 1279|Right or left; but he can't 1279|Turn them right or go wrong, 1279|For he runs through so long, 1279|That he reaches the tongue 1279|For he hears not the sea, 1279|Lies nor god nor the sea; 1279|But when they be near 1279|There's a blessing most fair 1279|In the midst of the cheer, 1279|The sweetest of lips, 1279|Lulravia! I sing thy praise, 1279|Thee the first and the first of times; 1279|Hear thee twice, deluding dame! 1279|Hear thee to the crackling flame, 1279|All around, in every street; 1279|Once again thy golden trump! 1279|Pledge me, on Fancy's pinions, her bright golden train, 1279|Whither, whither dost thou lead my heart and brain? 1279|All, all around and in one mind I read: 1279|The storied pane, the window-nobledhed the cur, 1279|In fancy rising out of ancient night, 1279|A stranger to mine home, to me it gave delight. 1279|It smiled and died. And in my breast, 1279|A spark of memory, like a glow, 1279|The fitful sparkle played. 1279|There, from its cradle in the dark, 1279|I found it quivering in the fire, 1279|And saw the past in rags, and all its past in naught. 1279|Here is an ancient story, a history of the English People. The 1279|spiritual landscape around, and around that object in the dark, 1279|"As father Adam sitteth down 1279|His eminence unto the town; 1279|As ======================================== SAMPLE 934 ======================================== . This translation is doubtless a rare, rich, and 1031|flowing, that no man may be quite content with the 1031|verses of any man. There is nothing so simple or so 1031|regardful, as the following translation:-- 1031|"All hail, sweet Mistress, with increase 1031|Of wonders wrought in darkness and of gloom; 1031|Thine all-too-much imaginings increase; 1031|And with that truth thou needest not to appal. 1031|There is a hidden virtue in the man 1031|That is not as the world itself, nor can 1031|With its provision prosper. Thou dost lead him there 1031|To help with thy protection, and dost wear 1031|Upon his back thine own austerity, 1031|The universal and unerestable good, 1031|And dost with all thy terrors unto him 1031|Signal the coming agony with which 1031|He trembles for the traveller; for he goes 1031|From day to day, and death is not less strong 1031|In that which he doth hope to attain." 1031|_Canto II._ He bows his haughty head and awakes. 1031|_Canto III._ Meanwhile both man and woman stand alone at the 1031|ideal doorway. On the other side come in Vellutello 1031|Adam, till the assembly appeared, and cast aside 1031|The stole that from his Paradise was ta'en. 1031|Thence his eyes moved beyond our wonted wont, 1031|And wandered round, still loathsome to go on 1031|Day without rest, with never-ceasing sight. 1031|And one there stood who usked him in his place, 1031|Saying, "My derelict soul, wrath and tears! 1031|Thou hast thy calling to amid thy years 1031|Unmindful; therefore in plain speech set forth; 1031|And from the people set me free, and teach 1031|The people what thou knowest; and thou shalt see, 1031|For better I might ask thee, why thou saidest 1031|No more than thou didst pointed out to me. 1031|Therefore I thee will tell, why thou art free, 1031|And what thou bidst for many suns, and why 1031|Thou dost not take them to the open air?" 1031|"In thee, O Queen, I found no Paradise," 1031|The wise made answer, "and in all the earth 1031|I found abundant peace; thou didst suffice 1031|To all the nations, saving one who gave 1031|This little ones the knowledge of thy might. 1031|Therefore I thee made keeper of their good, 1031|Freely to do their bidding; and thou taught'st 1031|Their language, and from thence didst bear them ill. 1031|Down in the pit I saw them laid their sack 1031|Beneath the muzzle of a glazier lance, 1031|And on their eyeballs fixed the luscious point. 1031|Thy creature bore them with heroic scorn, 1031|And that poor bird that bore thee in her talons, 1031|A sight to all the world, and not to me. 1031|What profit others have of me, O King, 1031|Who, being mortal, feel within his soul 1031|That I am still the seasoned spirit warm 1031|Which slew itself too long; and, in its growth 1031|Sore thirsting, sought to know not long what it 1031|Might well or miss, when tempering it became 1031|Into the body; and I dragged it forth 1031|Just as a beast within its mother's pail. 1031|Thus perish all, as thou hast done; nay, none 1031|Save God more brute than I have chosen me, 1031|To feel within the limbs, and to endure. 1031|But, being voluble, unto his end 1031|All my desire, all my endeavor lost. 1031|And yet to this have I not fully spoken 1031|All my endeavor, ere a month was fled, 1031|And in the vacant space between the two 1031|I left the mark unfathomed at the start; 1031|And that poor bird, because she knew not ======================================== SAMPLE 935 ======================================== _, is not one of these stories that it is. 2383|I have loved thee 2383|Three hundred years, and yet for this 2383|This love hath paid thee in full court; 2383|Therefore, though that love fail me at all, 2383|I may not love thee but in all. 2383|_The accent is longest unreserved, the accent is ill accented._ 2383|This song about her in her hand 2383|Thus softly with thy silver lip, 2383|As if that thou would'st understand 2383|This tune of Euterpe's harp; 2383|This carol sung, with tender stops 2383|This nightingale with the sweet bird's trills, 2383|And from the hollow of her songs 2383|They who have over-robbed me yet, 2383|Being now to love make soft my throat. 2383|_I will sing of my passion_, or _of my foam_; 2383|_I will tell of the song_, or, if there be 2383|Nothing else to make me sing of thee. 2383|To this end our love is a burning tree; 2383|There was a time when love used to go, 2383|And yet, since gone, we are going to go. 2383|For they have old desire of me, 2383|'Tis true I have but touched the tree 2383|Of time, and my desire is me, 2383|Who am bound in by a chain of the brain. 2383|There is a time when I desire 2383|This world with all our love on earth, 2383|And I am weak of invitation, 2383|And that is the beginning of my song. 2383|And though the words are good and wrong, 2383|How can I sing of love as only I!-- 2383|To give my love this world of mine 2383|Is well enough; enough 'tis fine: 2383|But that world's no well worth aught of thee, 2383|And thou art what thou art, my love; and I 2383|Am no light thing, as I adored thee; 2383|For thou art good, and I have better store 2383|Than all my hope of heaven and earth held poor. 2383|I give my kisses and am very tired:-- 2383|Not for the love that first has conquered me, 2383|But for those first words that now I write, 2383|I would do courtesy, and give full trust. 2383|But thou art more than any god, she says, 2383|And thou art more than any god indeed; 2383|And what thou art is good in that thin flower 2383|Which has no name save God's, or man's, or power. 2383|Thou art of me a being rich and high, 2383|Born both with happiness and fruitful meads, 2383|Who have with offspring full of face and hands 2383|Thrive up their bodies or their blood-bought breeds, 2383|Live blithe and happy, having power and glory, 2383|And, with their eyes upon thee daily, 2383|To thee are sign of the one eternal heaven, 2383|Immortal things and an eternal evil. 2383|_In the end T. Morgan has determined to take the lover into his 2383|heart_] 2383|_Truly my heart must have a love 2383|Not earthly, and a love 2383|Whose flight must be eternal. 2383|Though I should have my soul thus far 2383|Beyond all other earthly fashion, 2383|I would not understand 2383|My lover who has never been 2383|Anear, as in the golden sun! 2383|_I would not that my dear beloved 2383|Should be a heartless thing, 2383|A spirit who shall follow 2383|With no fantastic wing, 2383|To win that love I never knew, 2383|But I shall know in other years_.-- 2383|_I say, dear love, with tears_ 2383|_Of your sad eyes, 2383|I will not find in my forsaken, 2383|My worthy love's despair, 2383|For I am strong to be alone! 2383|I know why life of us is lonely, 2383|And why we pine for the thing which ======================================== SAMPLE 936 ======================================== -thee, on the first of all earth-- 2558|On our heads a king's crown, 2558|In this solemn midnight 2558|Centuries ago. 2558|And now, when it's over-- 2558|May it for our souls this night make--or rather 2558|Break, we say, the bread and wine 2558|Which for old age we ate 2558|On the side of the old-time wine-changed lip,-- 2558|May it be in our souls, 2558|In our souls the blood of a lost churl's daughter! 2558|And the night soaks up the soul in its sleep; 2558|When the old life of us seems to have passed, 2558|A moment's dream, before what we know not-- 2558|Only one old cry, "Remember!" 2558|And those old lips of brass 2558|Whose blood no longer can stay, 2558|Breathe out this word, and the old earth is grey: 2558|"Mother, the time will soon come, 2558|When we shall all be a one; 2558|For we are children, and ye shall have sons, 2558|And ye have children none." 2558|For the young man knows that the little ones live; 2558|O'er the white brow the old kiss will be given, 2558|And the heart will soon wither, 2558|To the young man's thirst 2558|For the young man's name and the old home-right. 2558|At twilight, when the stars are rising, 2558|And the long day is beginning to fall, 2558|He longs to be home, like a child, to the old-time joy. 2558|The morns grow faint and fade, 2558|The wind comes trilling down, 2558|Walking the meadows wide 2558|Where the old home-fathers gone, 2558|And the old hearth lights 2558|Waves in the creaking trees, 2558|As though they each had place 2558|Where they had lived their days -- 2558|Though Time has yet to chase 2558|Their memory from our face, 2558|It still is in our hearts 2558|To be, so fresh, so dear, 2558|The old familiar place 2558|Where we were welcome here, 2558|And the old home-days are not, though now, 2558|The home-time of the old, 2558|Our hearts were full of joy -- 2558|There was a sound of revelry -- 2558|The Christmas Bell was ringing! 2558|The bridal bells were ringing! 2558|And all the world was listening 2558|For Christmas Bell was singing! 2558|And life was pure as prayer -- 2558|It was a glorious year -- 2558|It is our piety 2558|That comes this year -- 2558|As it was ever in the olden time. 2558|There was a sound of revelry -- 2558|The Christmas Bell was sounding; 2558|And on the bridal night 2558|Ere thrice the cock could bark amid the throng 2558|A voice was heard that said, 2558|"An is it not? Good night, good night!" 2558|And so it was; and so, 2558|The old house rang the glad New Year, 2558|And danc'd with merry laughter; 2558|And all the new thoughts rose before our hearts, 2558|As ever, now and ever, 2558|Were of this sabbath time, and in their birth, 2558|Of early Christmas morn, 2558|It surely was not ever said. 2558|And so there dwelt together, 2558|And yet, when Christmas morn had come, 2558|O'er many a happy home 2558|And many a splendid hearth, 2558|I felt the glad, sweet birthday-ring! 2558|Ah, had it never been! 2558|Then, all the glad New Year, 2558|Our hearts kept Christmas merry, 2558|As we were children, 2558|We could feel time, and care, and age, 2558|With many a merry thing; 2558|And, all because it was not May, 2558|We used to go and play ======================================== SAMPLE 937 ======================================== , 5186|Sits upon the heather-ledges, 5186|Seeks for pasture to espy him, 5186|Sees the younginch sing and chirrup, 5186|Musters him with reeds and rushes. 5186|On the shore he threw his fish-net, 5186|Made a rod for him unhappy; 5186|To the west he broke the line-net, 5186|Filled the fish-net to a reptile, 5186|Sent a serpent to the waters, 5186|Sent an adder to the woodlands, 5186|Sent an adder to the mountains, 5186|Sent a serpent to the woodlands, 5186|Sent the snakes to thraldom loudly, 5186|Sent the adder to the thickets, 5186|Sent the serpent to the thickets, 5186|And an adder to the oak-tree. 5186|Thus the serpent passed the mornings, 5186|Thus the lives of months passed over, 5186|Waited for a spot unworthy, 5186|For a place of certain verdure, 5186|For a place of certain flowers, 5186|For a place of certain grasses, 5186|Apple-swarded, crystal-shining, 5186|Near the border of the forest, 5186|Darted through the air of morning, 5186|Passed the clouds of Lemminkainen, 5186|Passed the bounds of Lemminkainen, 5186|On the pathways of Pohyola, 5186|On the plains of Sariola. 5186|Louhi, hostess of Pohyola, 5186|Ancient, toothless dame of Northland, 5186|Standing in the open court-yard, 5186|Thus addresses Lemminkainen: 5186|"O thou Ahti, son of Lempo, 5186|Art thou thinking of these matters? 5186|Wilt thou give me now thy daughter, 5186|Or my son-in-law, or wife-in-law, 5186|Now the beautiful Kauppi-mielawe, 5186|Now the spoiler of thy people?" 5186|These the words of Lemminkainen: 5186|"I shall never give my daughter 5186|To a wolf or to the wood-dove, 5186|Neither to the wolves nor wild cats, 5186|Nor to any wild beast of them, 5186|Thus to slay my wretched mother, 5186|And to kill my handsome husband 5186|Who was once mine aged father. 5186|Therefore did I not offer 5186|Never to a youthful suitor, 5186|Never to a maid of beauty, 5186|Should I offer gold or silver, 5186|But I did not give my daughter 5186|To a maid of greater beauty, 5186|To the shepherd of the forest. 5186|Once I gave to thee my daughter, 5186|To the shepherd of the mountains, 5186|To the wild-fig with its berries, 5186|Prompt to yield me honey-hearted, 5186|Lest I should my marriage take on me. 5186|Not upon a day was severed 5186|The Sampo of the honorable, 5186|Lest I should in full perfection 5186|Fall among the woods of Northland." 5186|Then the wife of Ilmarinen 5186|Mourned one day, and then a second, 5186|And she spoke the words which follow: 5186|"Once thou wert a little infant, 5186|Tainted not theCap awry and, 5186|Manlike was thy hair and tawny, 5186|Untried was thy mouth and kavy, 5186|Manlike was thy bearing, visage 5186|All of white upon thy forehead, 5186|In thy cap was ears of devils, 5186|In thy hands the pearly heather, 5186|Through thy mantle coal and copper. 5186|If thou dost contentest mother, 5186|W herself, the herd to follow, 5186|Thou must lead thy life in quiet, 5186|Lead thy life in full flower-ball. 5186|Mighty is the life eternal, 5186|Ilmarinen, hero-blacksmith, 5186|Flatherel, the ======================================== SAMPLE 938 ======================================== 2621|Of the high, exalted spirit of my life. 2621|Ah! but how greatly do I love thee, 2621|How deeply do I love thee! 2621|I am proud that I could bear 2621|Such a cold and real despair 2621|In thy quiet home; 2621|Yet no fluttering heart is there-- 2621|No feigned lip, or quiet tress, 2621|But the tress ofidemaidh, 2621|Or the pointed comb of pearl, 2621|Wound about my brow-- 2621|These are things to me, if they 2621|Could not dignify and calm 2621|The unfailing witness of the sky. 2621|Yet, my darling, do not fear 2621|That I'll win again 2621|By the love-light of this arm, 2621|When the winter storms are nigh-- 2621|In your face, my fairest friend, 2621|Let me gather the hair thou wilt send 2621|Round my brow and say it is not mine; 2621|It may be that some other hand 2621|Has not dared to lead thee through the land. 2621|If thou wilt not follow in thy course, 2621|My soul shall fly with thee away 2621|To the far, enchanted land 2621|Of the endless gods that are, 2621|And if there be a higher place 2621|Than that where my father's face 2621|Peers from the eternal night, 2621|I envy not thy flight. 2621|All my days are dreams. I have seen 2621|Women in their beauty dressed, 2621|As they were in the days of old, 2621|With whom thou didst delight 2621|To love and to delight; 2621|And I will never forget 2621|The rose-hued and the glorious lot 2621|That hangs on their wedding-ring; 2621|Never, oh I will never be 2621|The bridegroom's bride forlorn, 2621|The bridesmaid of the brave, 2621|The bride, the bridegroom's bride; 2621|No, never, anywhere, 2621|Who will be the queen of me, 2621|And my gentle Annie Care 2621|Will ask to tend me more? 2621|What can I do for thee, 2621|Child, who can then be free? 2621|So thou wilt say from me, 2621|"_I_ will be the bride for thee, 2621|And my heart is my heart." 2621|When the winter days grow cold, 2621|When thy heart is chill and old, 2621|Then I think how cold it is 2621|And I watch thy looks depart. 2621|Think of me and not of me; 2621|I am weak and weary then 2621|Watching thee with look of woe; 2621|For I know thou lovest me, 2621|Child, for thee a look of woe. 2621|Through the long hours in anguish, 2621|Where the day is oftest broken 2621|Stands the hut and the wild Woman; 2621|And beside the wide-eyed Angel 2621|She will wait on thee, my Child, 2621|And my heart, my heart is broken. 2621|All the magic of the night 2621|Has left my darkness day by day. 2621|The doors of love are empty, 2621|The chambers of the house are still, 2621|But I will leave thee lonely, 2621|To wander by the restless Will. 2621|If I but break the silence, 2621|There will be other days and other, 2621|I have not seen the old man, Will, 2621|Approve with me in deed and word. 2621|I knew a beggar called my friend, 2621|I knew a poet called my foe, 2621|I was a soldier when I moved 2621|Beneath the morning star of hope. 2621|I was a weak and wayworn soul, 2621|I drank the sorrow of the world; 2621|I was a beggar prayed for peace, 2621|I was refused of what was thine. 2621|You called me Will, you who betrayed 2621|My will, ======================================== SAMPLE 939 ======================================== through the wood, 3650|Where the brook runs on either side 3650|To the sea, and the breakers ride 3650|In the middle air; 3650|And beneath them, as onward they ride, 3650|A winged odor--a cloudless sun-- 3650|Went up to the east: 3650|And the compass (I think) will be gone 3650|To the mouth of the pine-- 3650|And all that it touches will put it to use, 3650|To keep its own weight-- 3650|To keep its own weight-- 3650|And the birds will have food for its use, 3650|And the weather be shrewdly good 3650|When the leaves are in bud. 3650|For winter it is, and the ice is a-cold, 3650|And the rivers are frozen twice a year old; 3650|And a wind that blows from north to south 3650|Will come again, that brings us drought;-- 3650|And our table of fire, from over the Forth, 3650|Will be spread for the ghosts that lie in the snows 3650|After the corn is done. 3650|'O Willy, let me call no more, 3650|For here at least I have no right 3650|To linger with dull eyes a-dishon 3650|At business of the High-place light. 3650|But tell me, Willy, why I wander 3650|Too far from Willy's home, and nigh to come? 3650|Long, long, I wander like a dreamer, 3650|And far from Willy's house am I. 3650|He is my father and my mother-- 3650|And he has been so to me. 3650|And, now the falling dew is falling, 3650|Where will my mother sit and rest? 3650|Or will she ever sit and labor, 3650|For supper or for supper-dress? 3650|Or, Willy, when I go to-morrow 3650|Shall I be angry then or frown-- 3650|For, I say, Willy, I do not 3650|Forget the things that now seem thine? 3650|He will not, will not, keep his head; 3650|He never will--for Willy's sake; 3650|And, Willy, thou should'st never wed 3650|Withoutobretus, or buy instead. 3650|Thou need'st not hurry--by the way, 3650|Let's haste to-morrow till to-day. 3650|I fear thou art too young to go, 3650|Too high and solemn is thy fate; 3650|And I will try thee on my knees, 3650|Or ere to-morrow bring thee down. 3650|So wearily and drearily, 3650|Forgetting and disconsolate, 3650|Now that the golden time has drawn, 3650|And thou hast vanished as of old! 3650|Our hearts are all too high and steep 3650|For a companion to go wrong; 3650|And there's the long-sought golden heap 3650|Too surely gone thy spirit's long! 3650|Yet thy sure rest shall be for those 3650|Who trust the words of Miriam's told, 3650|Who trust the truth of Miriam's shows, 3650|When in the heart of every one, 3650|The tide is out and out, and none 3650|Vain are the tears that thou hast shed, 3650|Thou shalt not fall--where'er thou art, 3650|Be thou a shadow, or a tomb; 3650|So may'st thou live,--thus breathing on, 3650|Thus climbing to some star divine, 3650|With a true kindred for thy kin, 3650|As thy soul unto the air shall come! 3650|I cannot see, nor feel myself; 3650|But, in the night, before the dawn, 3650|I sit and dream the purple hours 3650|Are far too bright for me to see. 3650|My eyes are dark, and I but see; 3650|I fain would know if I were dead; 3650|I fain would know if I were dead! 3650|My heart is bursting; let it be!-- 3650|O ======================================== SAMPLE 940 ======================================== . 1279|My dearest, may the godlike Paris greet, 1279|In Thebes, the fairest place of all Delight; 1279|With shouts Eliza's charming face to greet, 1279|And praise the Loves around. 1279|The dancing Graces courtly greet, 1279|And wel at home invite; 1279|And Father Time, in his blue Peeviar, 1279|Invites the festive night. 1279|With antic Sports, in freedom wild, 1279|The echoing wood resounds; 1279|While eager Fawns, with many a social spar, 1279|Glance all the aisles around. 1279|To business, love, and civilised 1279|The merry milliner sings; 1279|The merry miller cheers his shepherds laugh, 1279|When they draw nigh to drink. 1279|"_And what shall I do then_," the sprightly miller cried, 1279|"To whom my rod and line belong? 1279|My rod and line, I scorn to deny, 1279|For am I not a lucky trade? 1279|'Twas by an adverse wind infectored, 1279|He struck me in the lowest place, 1279|He whipp'd me and his puny face, 1279|And now, as now, my sprightly guest 1279|Himself he's deified! 1279|"_O welcome to thy brother prince_," 1279|_Homerick John laugh'd up again, 1279|And in the following line a hearty laugh began. 1279|O ye Gracious leashes, while I sit, 1279|Ye wise ones, to my mind give ear! 1279|Ye noble butterflies, your loves I see, 1279|With many a worthy thing and dear. 1279|From your discourse draw many a sly note, 1279|To make me all that's fine; 1279|Of me you shall be made a charming note 1279|As sweet as fav'rite wine! 1279|When I drink of joy, I oft admire 1279|Ye tender limits of my heart, 1279|That I delight in aught but your desire, 1279|You are the daintiest part! 1279|And then for pleasure I would choose 1279|Each creature fair and free, 1279|So each should have the privilege 1279|To share his privilege; 1279|And so be pleased with what I will 1279|A true and fragrant heart! 1279|Now to the banquet every one 1279|Let every one be proud, 1279|If so the monarch's mind be known, 1279|He shall with rapture crowd. 1279|Drink not of me, O fainting heart! 1279|Nor think, nor joy nor love 1279|Hath power to captivate apart, 1279|And bind with kisses all the approve 1279|Thy restless, yearning spirit! 1279|No earthly joys e'er crown my bowl, 1279|Nor drives my spirit from thee; 1279|Fill it with bliss, and joy with gall, 1279|And all that's sweet will be in it. 1279|No pleasure on earth's earth I share't, 1279|Or drank my woes in sighs, 1279|But all that's sweet procures the sweet 1279|And good for man suffice it. 1279|No bliss on earth's deep valleys spread, 1279|Or bowers in Elysian groves, 1279|But is the sweet of rural life 1279|In every gentle animal. 1279|Thus mirth and joy in my bosom rise, 1279|And Love with all his pow'rs embrace me, 1279|And joy with all his store of love 1279|In a most comelier face. 1279|My best beloved, the love I bear, 1279|My love for you, so grateful, dear, 1279|My love for you, no joy can share, 1279|But only of a joy like mine. 1279|Oh! may you ever be a lover 1279|When I am dead, and you are sleeping; 1279|May all the beauties from above 1279|Be sold for violets for the violets! 1279|I'll ne'er approve such lovers harm'd ======================================== SAMPLE 941 ======================================== . 1731|_Faust_. A word is also a small word, which it says somewhat too, as 1731|is not used at the present day. It is the first full line of a 1731|word. 1731|The word may be dropped as easily as the word of the mark. The 1731|word simply "appo" may seem to be _int_, as it is in the 1731|_interludes_; and in the _interludes_ of both the first lines of 1731|the second, which are not all but _int_, is not dropped in the 1731|wronged line. 1731|_Faust_. My meaning is, that word originally fell to me in the 1731|lofty and passive of the mind; for, therefore, it would have 1731|been more powerless if I had been any thing to have power over 1731|my whole life, than to myself to miscarry on it in all things 1731|thee. 1731|_Mephistopheles_. My name is Nemesis, in which I feel that the word 1731|will not be dropped so soon as I have written for my final unction. 1731|It happened one afternoon in January, and we in the May-time 1731|had just been arrived at the spot, where we took a drink of 1731|this stream, who still waits for me when the summer shall be more 1731|quietly spent on its way; for we could not prevent our 1731|adventures with another; and, as a vice, we might do as a good 1731|purpose. 1731|_Faust_. The stream ran near by at a little distance from my 1731|head, and I heard a cry uttered by one who called me. I was a 1731|frightened thing, the door opened upon me; it gave a dismal 1731|whirr, and where it led I said to him: 1731|_Faust_. I have lost this beacon, O Master; I have only done a 1731|doubt, my Master, I have only made a drop of water for my 1731|eyes. 1731|_Vestures of the violets._ 1731|I will give thee food, and drink in quiet joy. Amongst 1731|the people I took for granted one who made me nothing; and 1731|if thou ask, my friend, tell me, if it be for the first time 1731|I shall give thee milk for a year to give thee milk." 1731|_Faust_. Wilt thou not, in truth, a little pity me? 1731|_Mephistopheles_. With thee I give me enough, I give thee the 1731|rupad, and when thou dost condescend, I will offer all for 1731|thee; but go not thou, for I will give thee a penny. 1731|Wilt thou not go? 1731|_Et naet._ No, that will not. 1731|_Faust_. And what is this? 1731|_Faust_. I have not had my milk. 1731|_Margaret [appears bewildered)._ No, the little fount is so like 1731|this! 1731|I must hold it to the left hand, and to the right? 1731|I see, my sweet! 1731|What is that? 1731|_Faust_. But why? 1731|Now, take my gold and my Amanda from me, I will give her 1731|my arms and kisses. 1731|_Vestures of the violets._ 1731|And where? 1731|_Margaret_. A mountain with a plain. 1731|_Faust_. What wouldst thou say, fair one? 1731|_Margaret_. I will not. 1731|_Faust_. I must, do so. 1731|_Faust_. But what is this? 1731|_Margaret_. I have found out another mouth. 1731|_Faust_. If thou shouldst speak, tell me, I was once so angry. 1731|_Faust_. Thou wouldst not. I shall not. I shall not, I think. 1731|_Faust_. I cannot. 1731|_Faust_. Thou! tell me, then, how hast thou suckled these milk 1731 ======================================== SAMPLE 942 ======================================== |The man that has been so far above us, 26861|Of the moon, that always is alone, 26861|The man of the night, that always is sleeping, 26861|Is there in the world of the universe gone? 26861|I am, 26861|And ever shall be, 26861|When the stars go from us and the moon goes from me 26861|The stars that, all around, I see as they go 26861|Do they that have always been for me? 26861|They have been as you are, 26861|And yet they do not know 26861|Where they have been, or what has been before; 26861|For they remember how it was they knew 26861|So well, and followed after. 26861|And if they do, 26861|As I will tell you, 26861|I will come again 26861|And bring you birds to build your nests in trees, 26861|And build nests for your children, and see the wonder 26861|Of birds, as you are still, before you are gone. 26861|We are a pair of selves, and if we are not two, 26861|We shall remain unsatisfied--we shall remain unsatisfied. 26861|And I shall bring you flowers, and tree, and flower, 26861|And all your happy household pleasure, 26861|And the old fun, 26861|And the old fun come 26861|To the old tired world again; 26861|The old fun and the old fun, 26861|And all the time to come! 26861|I shall have many things, 26861|I shall have golden things; 26861|I shall have joys that shall delight us, 26861|And there's no end to toils to blight us, 26861|No weariness to sully your delight, 26861|No weariness to make you sorrow, 26861|No weariness to blight your beauty 26861|With loveliness--no sorrow to affright 26861|And to affright 26861|The souls of happy living; 26861|The quiet happiness of the morning-- 26861|The light of the beloved night; 26861|The love of you, 26861|Of the eternal moon; 26861|I will not be too wise 26861|To think or care to know it. 26861|I am the wind 26861|That moans when the leaves are falling, 26861|And the sun goes going down; 26861|With its loud voice 26861|And its sighing of delight, 26861|I call to the wind to-night. 26861|I am the rain 26861|That sobs when the sky is filling, 26861|And, burdened with pain 26861|Through the long night, 26861|I call to the wind to-still. 26861|I will stay where I am, 26861|And a child I will have, 26861|And think on some day 26861|That has been as it was, 26861|And go no more adrift. 26861|O wind, when thou art at the dark, 26861|Hast thou not seen, who hast been strong, 26861|Thy shadow in the deep night, 26861|And answered me with thy loud voice? 26861|I will stay where I am, 26861|O how I long! 26861|Thy shadow in the still night, 26861|Thy shade in the light, 26861|I will see, while I stand aweary, 26861|What nothing is, in the dark night, 26861|What thing it is that my heart fears, 26861|And thinks of thee, 26861|What thing it is that in life's night 26861|I dare to dream of, and long for, and go no more. 26861|It is thou who art the tent of night, 26861|The tent that no one else may see: 26861|Oh, thou who hast been with me in old joys, 26861|Whose feet with music are all winged ======================================== SAMPLE 943 ======================================== for their love, and for their 1041|companion's love in the way you will take them! 1041|My heart aches, and the burden grows less. 1041|When the day of rest approaches 1041|I feel no more, 1041|When the day of restaches 1041|And the day of rest; 1041|A hundred years have passed since then, 1041|Since yesternight 1041|I, smiling, saw the window, 1041|Where you and I 1041|In our love-dreams plight. 1041|I cannot see your features, 1041|The dear dead hours, 1041|The long happiness that never came, 1041|Till joy has fled; 1041|And now I see you, smiling, 1041|Drawing the light 1041|Of our dead hours. 1041|No ghost at all beside me, 1041|Nor no one near, 1041|Can leave the cold world lying 1041|So drear and still 1041|That I would welcome you as once 1041|Far off from me; 1041|No one to-day, no one to-morrow, 1041|No one to-morrow, 1041|But what I have to do, O Love, 1041|Is something unto you. 1041|Be strong, be glad, be wise, 1041|Not in the stillness of your eyes, 1041|Strong, like a strong wind, 1041|Nor at a sound of summer skies, 1041|Nor at soft darkness; 1041|Be simply doing, simply, now, 1041|And, in whatever you may blow, 1041|Rest satisfied. 1041|Be simply doing, simply; nor, 1041|Like any restless dream 1041|Be too diffident and swift to-day 1041|To make your love seem real; 1041|Be simply doing, simply now 1041|Your whole life long; 1041|Be simply doing, simply. 1041|Softer and drier, 1041|Warned by the time, 1041|Warned by a sky that leans on you 1041|Here on the hill, 1041|Here on the rill, 1041|Here on the hill. 1041|Let us forget the long ago, 1041|And all the rapture of today, 1041|And all the colours they have yet 1041|To hang upon the memory yet. 1041|The little window open gay, 1041|And joy, and scattered flowers, 1041|The dusty gardens, the blue noon, 1041|The happy birds, the changing tune 1041|That all the nights were guests of June. 1041|There with the flowers we sat and talked, 1041|Far, far above the earth, 1041|And breathed the fragrance of the flowers 1041|For summer and for summer: flowers 1041|With no more memory of the spring. 1041|We dreamed of the bright sky and clouds, 1041|We dreamed of the great sun, 1041|And all the stars and all the flowers 1041|That ever came to kiss it. 1041|The flower of the world gave back 1041|Its life and breathed beneath it, 1041|And the soul of us was lost in change, 1041|And this was love of laughter: 1041|Now it is Love again, 1041|Now, and no longer; 1041|Now it is Love again! 1041|Now it is Love again, 1041|Now, and no longer; 1041|Now it is Love again! 1041|All the rich gifts that buy and sell 1041|Lie here instead of here, and die 1041|Unwept for any other; 1041|All these have died to buy and sell 1041|A living soul for liberty, 1041|And in the land we live to be 1041|There's none like the Garden's friend; 1041|The Love goes forth to the full light 1041|That turns night on the day of sorrow. 1041|The cup of wine the Herald spares. 1041|The frail night has its mysteries 1041|And the roses wax and wane, 1041|A ghost of all the good and fair, 1041|Who knows and cares for the rain. 1041|When they break the bread of ======================================== SAMPLE 944 ======================================== of a world of things that seem, 37804|In these thy silent haunts of grief, 37804|A luminous company. 37804|And lo! the sun has risen up bright, 37804|And brought forth all the world to light; 37804|And I who was not born for earth 37804|Have dwelt in thee, and thou art she. 37804|There are the flowers, the flowers of the field, 37804|The birds that sang in the early hours, 37804|The larks that waked in the morning sun, 37804|And the sounds of the grass that waked and run. 37804|And I, as now, have entered thee, 37804|And made myself, the fairest thing 37804|Within the world of sense that's ken, 37804|A model of the Maker's art, 37804|A model of the Maker's thought; 37804|And made myself, and all, and thee, 37804|And the perfect image of the God; 37804|A god, a stream, a heaven, and earth. 37804|And I am here a wandering man. 37804|How good it is to stay alone; 37804|A little door, a pleasant door, 37804|And a sweet song coming up each night 37804|From every hill and every dale. 37804|Yet good is all that here shall be, 37804|For thee, O father, for myself; 37804|And all within, a happy house. 37804|And I am, Lord, how great I be; 37804|And all I am, is, God doth make; 37804|And I am here, for all I see, 37804|Is, Lord, supreme, supreme I make. 37804|The sun is on the waters, 37804|The moon in silence lies; 37804|Like stars in silent heavens 37804|The dead stars cease their sighs. 37804|The dead are gone for ever, 37804|The light is sunk in gloom; 37804|The dead, that once were happy, 37804|Like me, for ever, bloom. 37804|O Father! what shall be for ever! 37804|How great shall be the future? 37804|How much more large the future, 37804|If, in the days departed, 37804|We look out on our past! 37804|I hear the bells of Yama, 37804|The sound of songs they wore 37804|By Air attirèd-tritras, 37804|As once upon its shore. 37804|And now the old familiar 37804|Close-curtained ends revolve 37804|Their lives and conversation, 37804|And the old books on high 37804|The old, familiar weave. 37804|We know the wicket-wicket, 37804|Our voices, and the road; 37804|We hew down avenues sunken, 37804|With steps that never move, 37804|And with light-smitten faces, 37804|From out the city-wall, 37804|And watch the old, old, ponderous, 37804|Immutable go-by; 37804|So that the old may ponder, 37804|And talk awhile of God. 37804|The lamps are lit before the dwelling, 37804|Around the household all, 37804|As they were lighted down the road 37804|With low and drowsing hum, 37804|And I, with all my soul now, 37804|Mingle in that still dream of yours 37804|Which, though I call it mine, is mine! 37804|I know your hands that never clasp 37804|The hands that never meet my sight, 37804|And you that never clasp them, still 37804|Reflecting what of old I knew 37804|Full of diviner beauty, too, 37804|Too full of heavenly pain and bliss, 37804|But now in vain, in vain, in vain! 37804|The old desire that conquers love, 37804|The old delight too new, is there, 37804|And there the old annoy too much, 37804|And there the old despair! 37804|I know your love to all it matters, 37804|And yours too much, O mother, too, 37804|And this, and more, and stronger, purr, ======================================== SAMPLE 945 ======================================== ; 39783|Odoured by a strange delight, 39783|Like the nightingale's sweet song, 39783|And the scent of it so young 39783|In the scent that breathes for him, 39783|Odoured the sense and the heart, 39783|And the rose of it far apart. 39783|When the wind in the trees is gone, and the rain comes 39783|hurrying up, and the leaves all dancing in the sun, 39783|And the flowers all in a glory fall into the gloom 39783|and die in a breath, 39783|O then I see the path where the flowers are falling 39783|and the grasses sob, 39783|And my heart is bursting with my wonder, as the 39783|cloud shadows droop and droop 39783|and fall in the lighted drops 39783|Of the rain that rains upon the ground. 39783|It begins to be a beautiful day, 39783|Its brimming tide and bearing flames that sink 39783|into the hearts of men, 39783|Its joys and griefs, its hopes and joys, its 39783|partings and hopes and tears! 39783|The Spring's bright banners flying far 39783|Are mirrored in the azure spears of Heaven. 39783|The grass-blade melts from us in the light 39783|of spring. 39783|It is the beauty of the rain you bring 39783|that is so bright and pure and frail, 39783|The beautiful and subtle flame that lives 39783|o'er the wind and is alive with them, 39783|O then I see the world how fair and fresh 39783|It is, and O how fragrant from the rain! 39783|In the afternoon the skies were gray, 39783|and the wind came up from the east. 39783|It would sweep at our window with its light, 39783|But the clouds, like folded wings, 39783|Hung like the wings of birds, 39783|And the grasses lay on the ground 39783|like little grasses, peering into the sun. 39783|In the afternoon we had watched the earth 39783|for a little while, 39783|When the wind suddenly sifted it from its resting-place 39783|and brought it back to its nest. 39783|And the earth wore a double blue, 39783|and the sunlight went out of it to warm the earth 39783|as the little grasses come again 39783|With the breath of summer coming upon them 39783|and warm the earth. 39783|O the smell of the earth and the smell of 39783|the earth and the rain and the rain! 39783|O the smell of the earth and the rain, 39783|And we waited all night through the dark. 39783|But our hearts could not hide their fears, 39783|their longing for the day; 39783|They only saw the bright blue sky 39783|where the flowers of June bloomed gayly in 39783|the glad midsummer, 39783|And the birds with their bright brown eyes 39783|and their slender brown heads bowed, 39783|O the smell of the earth and the rain, 39783|and the rain on the earth and all the woe 39783|that is over the coming years 39783|and the years in the wandering of the soul! 39783|O the smell of the earth and the rain! 39783|O the smell of the earth and the rain! 39783|The soft rain dripped from the flowers 39783|that covered their heads in red. 39783|And the sun came to us 39783|with clouds of dust, 39783|and the rain in the fields and the rain. 39783|O the smell of the earth and the rain! 39783|O the smell of the earth and the rain! 39783|But only the joys of spring 39783|that grew by the hours 39783|Were mingled below in the earth and the rain. 39783|I saw the silver fishes 39783|among flecks of azure water 39783|and the silver fishes 39783|that sang beside the silver fishes. 39783|I saw the fishers bathing 39783|upon the margin of the sea, 39783|But I was thinking of the flowers 39783|and the sea and the bright sun 39783|and my heart was filled with ======================================== SAMPLE 946 ======================================== of some hidden light. 36149|I saw as if 'twas all the light 36149|That lit the Eastern sky, 36149|A lamp, and flames, and shining flames, 36149|All flame against it there; 36149|A light, a glory, a new light, 36149|It was all very fair; 36149|And I thought this light had come to me 36149|From other lands afar, 36149|Where the heavens were bright and the earth was glad, 36149|And the earth was glad and gay; 36149|And I thought I had taken my rest 36149|Under that blinding way. 36149|The stars were like worlds of gold, and the sky was full of song, 36149|All of it was mine and all of it, for the splendour and the gloom 36149|The city of Magna was as holy as this little room. 36149|It was a quiet, perfect roof with steps the silent moonlight o'er; 36149|And as I walked I knew the splendour of the city of Magna's plain, 36149|And the last window of Magna's gate was hung with shining rain. 36149|O shining face! O perfect eyes! that shone in me like you! 36149|As I walked unnumbered joys that shine on golden walls, 36149|And with their shadows drowned the life of sense, and found their 36149|glances one by one; 36149|And it was you I thought was in my soul; and only I shall find 36149|The wonder of your face and of your smile and your golden-crowned 36149|enkindled eyes. 36149|Oh, there were wondrous splendours in the street when the lamps were 36149|the lamps of God. 36149|The street was a hundred miles from the solid walls of the 36149|town, 36149|The towers were gold that gleamed in the dimness over their 36149|place. 36149|The street was a hundred miles from the solid wall to the solid wall, 36149|And the sunset was in the air where I sat at my work in the 36149|tilt, 36149|And out at the open window I saw the city of Magna very fair. 36149|The sunbeams whitened the sky in the little window of Magna. 36149|And out at the open window I saw a little, lovely face; 36149|It was Magna, my sister's ghost, that came to me in the place 36149|Of Magna's choir and sat upon the body that I loved. 36149|But the light was golden, the moon and the tide of gems in the 36149|shone; 36149|And the light shone from her feet, as she went down in the stair; 36149|The steps were white with the dust of revel and 36149|flowers. 36149|And out at the window, like a flower white and fleeting, I looked 36149|in the gloom; 36149|But your voice was as still as death, but your smile was as ghost's 36149|plume. 36149|Your eyes were as blank as death, and through them you 36149|passed in the place 36149|Where we all worked and waited to be out in the moon that 36149|night. 36149|With a moon-face pale and steady, and his mouth like a white 36149|bull's; 36149|And a face like a great wan moonlight falling from 36149|the city. 36149|And a face with tears like blood on his mouth and on 36149|with candles red; 36149|And his eyes were a deep glass of gold, and bright and 36149|bright as the skies, 36149|And the two lips like a carved peacock's, and on the 36149|branch of the head 36149|He turned his head, and no face questioned of the place in 36149|Where he had led. 36149|And out of the gate of the city, as the city ebbed the tide, 36149|Singing alone, forgotten and empty, I came to you, old and 36149|child. 36149|You took my hand from my own lips, and I was glad in the joy of 36149|And, as I walk the street, the city has become more hushed, 36149|And all the songs of the night become less sweet than songs of 36149| ======================================== SAMPLE 947 ======================================== ; and thus she spoke, 1304|And in fair accents broke: 1304|"By heavenly power, be thou confessed 1304|To all mankind its hardest test, 1304|And make thy ways with terrors move 1304|As to some airy heaven above; 1304|The things that make thee were divine; 1304|Thou canst afford their perfect line; 1304|Thy face let ev'ry face design, 1304|And ev'ry fiery face resign; 1304|But ever in thine eye remain 1304|A white and beauteous countenance; 1304|Like stars fix'd in a stormy sky, 1304|Or frown'd upon by wrath and art 1304|From the fair orb in which she dart 1304|Her beamy splendour to the Pole." 1304|Then on a swelling sea of flowers, 1304|Which in her bosom's shifting blaze 1304|Was like the star that nightly lowers 1304|And shines in some alcove's ray, 1304|Where Love hath many a hue controls; 1304|A gentle spirit and divine, 1304|Which, like a spirit buoyant, flies 1304|In the capacious of his eyes; 1304|Light of the lightning in his face, 1304|In all the beauties of her grace, 1304|With ravishment and soft embrace, 1304|He marks the beauty of her grace; 1304|And, while he speaks, he seems to stand 1304|Before a mirror in his hand. 1304|A sweet disorder in the dress 1304|Kindles in clothes a wantonness; 1304|A lawn about the shoulders thrown 1304|Into a fine distraction; 1304|An erring lace, which here and there 1304|Enthralls the crimson of her hair, 1304|Which there, untied, she paces by, 1304|Moss-tinct and crimson; so that I 1304|Who have abhorr'd a common dress, 1304| perceive too much oblivion. 1304|Yet these and many more ensue 1304|Their humble sullen converse true: 1304|So they of offices and shops 1304|Can little think that God disposes 1304|His works in other persons' houses. 1304|'Tis not enough no harshness gives 1304|The sober colour of a spouse: 1304|The modest purple of a dove, 1304|Though love itself put in a snare, 1304|Consoled by others, is more fair. 1304|More beauteous, freer than before, 1304|Is the fair form, the features fair 1304|In which that beauteous form is wore 1304|That must be softer, purer, less 1304|Sweet, sweeter, than the snow or gale! 1304|Whate'er from beauty's graces flows 1304|A tale of sadness or of woes, 1304|Blends with the story you have heard, 1304|How sweet it was to read, per word, 1304|The pure description of a bird. 1304|In the first canto, "The Proud Water-horse"-- 1304|As all the rest knows not that lies below;-- 1304|And yet the ladies, 'tis the same to us 1304|That talk more smoothly of your _lady_ than you know. 1304|_P. nulla fides, in candida feri_-- 1304|I think you have your quarrel heard too long, 1304|That love's an exaltation too much raised 1304|For humours in the eyes of men to praise: 1304|And yet the women's eyes and men's brown heads 1304|Have never shone more light upon a child; 1304|And there's a holier circle of the hair 1304|Than any that has tippled in a child, 1304|For all the graces have been blood-red roses, 1304|And all the wild-flowers' little silken tresses, 1304|And all the little stars that shine so brightly 1304|Have purchased all the world a black death net;-- 1304|And yet you'd not have thought them otherwise, 1304|Since for the beauty of a simple maid, 1304|You're not allow'd one colour to be shed ======================================== SAMPLE 948 ======================================== , _And now we've got to know 23972|What most you like--for you must know 23972|'Cause no one ever missed his end. 23972|As you must know the thing must mend. 23972|You ought to know it's not worth while, 23972|To ask the world, what's coming in 23972|Till all the joys of youth begin; 23972|For it'll end soon--a long-drawn aisle 23972|That holds a little tavern in; 23972|And there they do not want to stay, 23972|And so they call them off to-day; 23972|They're going to, and on they go-- 23972|They're going to begin to know! 23972|And soon they meet with mirth and glee, 23972|And pleasant music in the three: 23972|_Oh, mother dear, our work is done,_ 23972|_And mother'll have the place to-day!_ 23972|Then each may claim a quiet room, 23972|And take the costly furniture; 23972|The fire burns freely up their own; 23972|Then each will own that little fun. 23972|The dog-rose and the jessamine 23972|Will show us where the jessamine 23972|And the jessamine were seen to creep, 23972|And steal away the lily-white, 23972|And lily-red where lily white 23972|And pink and purple are displayed; 23972|The dog-rose and the jessamine 23972|Will claim the garden-herbs and hedge; 23972|The glossy hyacinth and blue, 23972|The pink and white of field and wood, 23972|And that will suit you, if you do. 23972|The jessamine with wild sweet looks 23972|Will lend you her for food and flowers, 23972|The pink and white of forest stocks, 23972|And keep away for far romances. 23972|And you will sing of brooks and brooks 23972|And all that water banks and groves, 23972|And every brook and lake and grove, 23972|And every bird and every fish. 23972|You'll sing of brooks and brooks and streams-- 23972|You'll sing of brooks and ponds and groves-- 23972|And every stream and rapid urge 23972|To join the solemn supplicence 23972|Of all the rivers of your speech. 23972|You'll sing of brooks and brooks and brooks, 23972|And all the flowers of every clime. 23972|You'll sing of brooks and ponds and brooks 23972|You'll sing of groves and brooks and springs. 23972|I've taken my bath and washed and toted it in, 23972|And my bath and my bath and my bath and my bath; 23972|But tell me, dear, what has become of the girls 23972|Who live up in the fairies' 'tween me and the sun? 23972|They are all dressed all in white, and fringed with red; 23972|They're dressed all in white, and have fine white to see; 23972|They're dainty things for ballads and butterflies, 23972|And all the rest of them are the flowers of me! 23972|But to-day, dear, to-day we'll cook all the day, 23972|And we'll sweep the cloth up with a fair fairy taffeta, 23972|And tell her to bake, and she'll make one of the best, 23972|And she'll make her own little pot of the best. 23972|When I was a little boy, 23972|Father first made me, 23972|He always said his things 23972|Breadtimes before I was a little boy; 23972|And then he always said 23972|He asked for fashions and for salmon toys. 23972|When I was a little boy (who always had a penny), 23972|We all took a bath and clothed it carefully; 23972|He always said our things would come to a good end, 23972|And that was the reason we feared it would bend, 23972|And that was the reason we feared it would bend. 23972|We went back to the house, 23972|With a cheery look in the eye of a friend ======================================== SAMPLE 949 ======================================== here to take with a few minutes ease 21700|The weary waiting hour and hurry 21700|After such tedious time and restless leisure 21700|As the one little hour of the Moon's Summer. 21700|Now to this season we may turn about 21700|Our gracious Juan, who was lately there 21700|When I--our hero, in a playful humour 21700|With the same kind of air I used to wear, 21700|And as most people do, I can't remember 21700|How, 'stead of waiting in the moonlight there, 21700|And opening the windows in a minute, 21700|I first became most grateful, and got ready 21700|The only thing which, you know, would bring it 21700|Into the hands of one, the best of reason, 21700|To open up a thousand windows wide, 21700|Which you by chance may see inside inside. 21700|It may be I was painted the next day; 21700|But there, when people asked for wine and meat 21700|And easy chair in vain had offered aid to 21700|Those who were given up without delay, 21700|The only thing I should in point discover 21700|I had to see the Sultan--who was sitting 21700|Only half up on my hind legs in a row 21700|Abandoning me (not that I was in fashion 21700|To call a court, but that I was a-sailing 21700|With sail-power and with paper, and my crew 21700|Who always used to sell me were a stranger): 21700|He was so curious he would talk a jest, 21700|He would sometimes send me questions or a jest, 21700|Or I would take him--which thing was the best? 21700|He made a number of divisions on me, 21700|And never stopped for wine or other thing, 21700|Nor called it rum, for none of all the goings 21700|Made up the whole amount in due submission; 21700|Yet he stood awed, as I were making orders 21700|With due regard, as though he knew my trouble, 21700|Lest if I was all drunk he should get wine 21700|(Unless I had) and I was all for green. 21700|I am not really great--I do not claim 21700|The whole, nor do I deem it blame or blame, 21700|But, as it is, I know that when a man 21700|Walks twice a day with a whole life cut short, 21700|Who would be better off than he can, 21700|Is always young in health, not health, nor age, 21700|Yet with a head that's white and with a skin 21700|Most delicate and soft, a very pretty one, 21700|And such a heart as makes a mad world stir, 21700|Seems to have beat the world until he dies, 21700|But still he does not try to tell this lies, 21700|And that is why his life is one of mine. 21700|The world is full of cringing things and things 21700|Which chance has stuffed, and may have ready made 21700|For him who shall be bound in bonds of love 21700|And freedom, as one may with his own will, 21700|That's merely bound in freedom to be free, 21700|Or even bound by being free from self 21700|To suffer pain and sorrow and to live 21700|In a sweet-seasoned atmosphere of innocence: 21700|If so, I find in no wise absolute faith 21700|'Tis something to be born of, and of, no doubt-- 21700|A sort of trumpery of that sort, enough 21700|To make the unpleasant and the good as the mood. 21700|When I behold how, after sudden burst 21700|Of sudden music (as the thing has been), 21700|A sudden cloud comes dancing overhead 21700|Through the thick air, and there below a sun 21700|Of more than beams the sun, as also of 21700|A loftier splendor than the rest, I view 21700|A pair of rubies and a spangled blue 21700|And dazzling yellow, and a cluster of pearls 21700|Which hang about the neck, like pearls entire, 21700|And are a mixture in their very hue-- 21700|Aye, without colour or such gentle lust ======================================== SAMPLE 950 ======================================== ! What is this? 2863|You know not. 2863|You do not mean it? 2863|The worst is that! 2863|You do not mean it? 2863|The fault is in you. 2863|I know! 2863|The fault is yours. 2863|I have not been detected. I shall find it! 2863|'Tis for your crimes you robbed me of my love. 2863|That's your reward. Ah! God! I am not destined. 2863|My love, there is the price! 2863|Behold my perfect love of you! 2863|Thine other bond is that supreme! 2863|The penalty! Then, oh! I love you better 2863|If he should hear you! 2863|I have heard the sound of the tavern-bell, 2863|And the cries of the poor in the city, too, 2863|And my husband's hurrying exultant soul, 2863|And never a moment more to remain, 2863|Till the Lord comes. 2863|You and the balcony are away, 2863|And the world's last hope is on the sea. 2863|Be careful! 2863|The time will come 2863|When my last breath shall sweep the world away. 2863|I shall be happy, 2863|In the last love's keeping. 2863|When the night-wind is the lover's friend, 2863|And the moon is the wailing of the barrows on the woods, 2863|How a small flame of love, how a large love of mine, 2863|That makes me the lover of lovers, and keeps me the friend 2863|And the friend of the lover of ages, and keeps me the friend? 2863|I, too, shall go away and leave you behind. 2863|When I pass from my soul to heaven, the City is before me. 2863|Oh, how shall I leave you? 2863|It is full of the noise of waters leaping madly about me, 2863|And it will fill my heart with happiness and love and delight. 2863|I have heard the trailing garments of my youth 2863|Till my soul finds an increase of joy, 2863|And I see the eyes of my desire 2863|Glance through my lips, like hyacinths, 2863|And the happy lips of my youth, 2863|The soft, sweet words of my youth, 2863|As the lips of the rose in the rose, 2863|The voices of happy lovers, 2863|And the heart's desire, 2863|Blissful and sweet, oh! beloved lips, 2863|Oh for the face and the heart of my youth. 2863|One after one their moods, 2863|They find me lying in my love's arms, 2863|Too late, too late, 2863|Too late for striving, too late, and I know not why, 2863|The moon will pale us, but for one star thro her starry 2863|Would our eyes break one down, 2863|And burn our heart out, ah! and we shall go with her 2863|To that great silent town, 2863|Where she will come to drink my soul-blood, and keep it up, 2863|To make me happy too late. 2863|As a man who has exhausted a spent time, and knows not the world, 2863|For all the gold time him gets, 2863|As a man falls to refuse the poor, 2863|As a beggar to be found out of the town, 2863|As a man to be found out of the town, 2863|The tumult of life and of death brings him relief in his heart, 2863|I could not restrain myself; 2863|I could not restrain myself. 2863|As I stood alone, I could not restrain myself, 2863|For my eyes were blinded and blinded by shame 2863|Without having looked up at her face, 2863|As a man who is struck with despair 2863|I could not bear the sight of her eyes. 2863|As I stood alone in the lonely town-place of the town-place of the town 2863|Where a few men and women of work and land are sick and grey, 2863|I saw a window facing the road. 2863|As I stood there ======================================== SAMPLE 951 ======================================== , 5186|To the hearth-stones of creation, 5186|To the hearth of many waters. 5186|Lightened thus the golden cradle, 5186|Deeper sank the sacred infant, 5186|Deeper drew the sacred infant, 5186|Highly sunk the brant, in anguish, 5186|To the distant shore of Northland, 5186|To the plains of Kalevala. 5186|Lemminkainen's aged parents 5186|Wept and wept in bitter sorrow, 5186|Wept and wept in bitter anguish, 5186|Longing wept in bitter sorrow 5186|For the fair and lovely virgin, 5186|For the saint of Godless Mary; 5186|Then he saw a boat approaching, 5186|Deeper sped the Nautilus, 5186|Deeper glided, grief-inspiring, 5186|Swiftly flew the boat of Mary, 5186|Swiftly flew the Nautilus. 5186|Swiftly flew the nimble fleetfoot, 5186|Swiftly flew the nimble fleetfoot, 5186|Swiftly flew the nimble fleetfoot, 5186|To the distant shore of Northland. 5186|Swiftly flew the nimble fleetfoot, 5186|Swiftly flew the nimble fleetfoot, 5186|Swiftly flew the nimble fleetfoot, 5186|Swiftly flew the nimble fleetfoot, 5186|To the nail-pits of the cross-bench. 5186|Swiftly flew the nimble fleetfoot, 5186|Swiftly flew the nimble fleetfoot, 5186|To the nail-pits of the cross-bench. 5186|Swiftly flew the nimble fleetfoot, 5186|Swiftly flew the nimble fleetfoot, 5186|To the nail-pits of the cross-bench, 5186|Swiftly flew the nimble fleetfoot, 5186|To the creek where flows the Nautilus, 5186|Where the water-falls and rapids 5186|Mark the landing of the cabins, 5186|Found the augur's words were truthful; 5186|He the ancient wisdom-singer. 5186|On the north-wester tame and careless, 5186|Through the realm of Wabasso, 5186|Saw the moon of fair existence, 5186|Saw the face of Laughing Water, 5186|Saw the face of Laughing Water, 5186|Saw the fiery maiden's bonnet 5186|Glitter on her brow of gloom-dyed. 5186|Pensively the steed he gallantly 5186|Sprang into the rapid river, 5186|Lingered long among the rushes, 5186|And the dam stood still for ever 5186|And for ever and for ever, 5186|Over river, over mountain, 5186|Heard the voice of Minnehaha 5186|Calling to him from the copses, 5186|From the river, the Owaissa, 5186|From the bright and sunny morning, 5186|As he drew the courser forward, 5186|As the twilight fell, the red deer 5186|Shook the Sacred Sachem paternal, 5186|Call the robber, the rejected, 5186|To the Wabeno damsel, 5186|Thenceforth the steed and damsel, 5186|Young again and fully maned him, 5186|Walked securely and rejoicing. 5186|Merrily the merry maiden 5186|Walked the by-way through the meadow, 5186|Danced the reel with all herWater, 5186|With the maid whose name was famous, 5186|Who with song the heavens uplifted, 5186|Till the echo of the mountains 5186|Ceased the sound of "Mo-ra-a!" 5186|Pleasant was the sound and echo 5186|Of the foot-steps on the farmyard, 5186|On the ooze at ev'ry morning, 5186|On the lawns at close of evening, 5186|On the lawns at dawn of noontide. 5186|Listless slept the goodly damsel, 5186|Lay down on her bed in silence, 5186|On the heart-riven stones ======================================== SAMPLE 952 ======================================== -of-his own; 23972|"Oh! you should have been here last week, 23972|When you should have been gone before!" 23972|Then he went out to take a walk, 23972|But the way he went he tuk: 23972|How do you know, you naughty child, 23972|When you should have been roused to sob? 23972|No one knows, they all went mad! 23972|Then he went back to the city, 23972|And he went to the monks of prayer, 23972|And told his men he'd go to the mass 23972|If they wouldn't go there; 23972|But the bell in the steeple rang 23972|With a shrill and piteous cry, 23972|And he turned and spoke a prentice-break, 23972|And then a dreadful cry, 23972|And the bell swung back with a clack, and rang, 23972|And the bell was ringin' high, 23972|And the bell hung dead with a clack, and rang, 23972|And the bell hung dead with a clack, and rang, 23972|And rang, and rang, and rang, 23972|And all the bells in the crowd were still, 23972|And all the bells in the crowd were still, 23972|And so the bells were ringin'! 23972|Did I love 'er more? 23972|Did I _not_, love 'er more? 23972|Well, I found it somewhat better than all the rest 23972|To love 'er more and more. 23972|The poor man's son had plenty of food, 23972|Not a stack, nor a fire, 23972|The milliner said, 23972|And the widow said, 23972|And the widow said, 23972|And the widow said, 23972|With a heart as hard as a comfort to be 23972|When the widow said, 23972|And the widow said, 23972|"Tho' we starve, we must starve, we are rich, 23972|And the heart that needs it 23972|Is something in the land of land, 23972|And the land of all the great, 23972|And the people in the town, 23972|And when they find a new-married bride 23972|They think it very pity 23972|That their daughters grow 23972|In the land of all the great, 23972|(And they haven't money there) 23972|To go abroad, abroad, in spite of all the arts 23972|That idleness untruth, 23972|To all the people in the country 23972|That ever put on youth, 23972|And that, on winter evenings, in the country 23972|Living alone at home, 23972|The poor man could not find a charm 23972|To live in a great city, 23972|And leave their troubles and distress, 23972|Like an old empty vessel on a stream. 23972|Yet there's an end of toil, 23972|And that is as the visions of the moon, 23972|Not quite so beautiful, 23972|And turning from the cradle, to the back 23972|That's for a child and home, 23972|And the land where all is to be, 23972|And freedom, and the sea, 23972|And the moon going round, and all the lights of eve, 23972|And the scent of growing grass and buds, 23972|And the touch of old-time hands 23972|On brows that know no shadow 23972|Nor ever know no word 23972|Save, all ablaze with stars, upon the spot 23972|Where, all at once, I heard 23972|The wailing cry of the lone, restless Philomene, 23972|And heard the notes of the lone lark 23972|Swinging in a silver chorus to the twilight sea, 23972|And ever singing, loud and long, 23972|"Come, come, come away, 23972|For the moon is merry in Heaven, and the tide is at its spinning, 23972|And the waves are laughing, and the song 23972|Is loud out on the shore, 23972|And its music is a music from beyond the world's shores, 23972|And I am not sorry, for I know 23972| ======================================== SAMPLE 953 ======================================== as a knight or knight 24869|Our monarch’s eyes in fear will view 24869|The Maithil dame and Sítá true. 24869|The lady’s face, O Queen, is pale. 24869|She looks upon the dame who seeks 24869|To win the love she longs to speak. 24869|The chief that night will go before, 24869|Will meet her, love the lady more. 24869|And O, be thou to her confessed 24869|In thoughts that her love ill confest. 24869|This lady of Queen Sítá, she 24869|Will go with thee, will go with me.” 24869|Thus in her sorrow uncontrolled 24869|The lady mourned and wept and sighed, 24869|And with her tears the hero wept, 24869|And muttered o’er her grief and wept. 24869|The lady left her lofty place 24869|Her neck encircled with a trace 24869|Of wild disorder and of fear, 24869|And thus, by passion’s fury stirred, 24869|In words that fire the lady heard: 24869|“If there be falsehood in the air 24869|That fires my senses, truth must swear. 24869|I’ll go, and, if my tale is true, 24869|I will not stay my wits, but do, 24869|And bring, O Queen, this Maithil dame 24869|Of mine whose love no blame may claim. 24869|O, when shall I in anger melt, 24869|Or turn away my friend and chaste? 24869|O, when shall I in anger learn 24869|To leave the treasure of my home, 24869|And, as each noble deed shall do, 24869|My hand the goodly form shall break. 24869|I know, Queen, every word I speak, 24869|And still a word is still my own, 24869|That heedless to all words I hold, 24869|And to the words of falsehood told. 24869|’Tis only woman’s pleading voice, 24869|That in her pleading voice I hear. 24869|Hear, Queen, the Maithil dame who stole 24869|My soul with Lakshmaṇ, may be wroth 24869|When the proud foe has slain my heart, 24869|Nor may I, knowing, wroth or art.” 24869|She ceased, and Lakshmaṇ’s brow grew black, 24869|He grasped his fallen trunk again, 24869|And his full fist in fury hurled 24869|At Angad, well-remembered, hurled 24869|The giant to the ground and hied, 24869|As, when the storm the forest rends 24869|And earth beneath the whirlwinds ride, 24869|The lion’s heart with fury fills, 24869|So fell the trembling prince and fled: 24869|Then swiftly fled his furious stride,— 24869|And when Hanúmán saw him stride 24869|In fury on the dark with blood, 24869|With heart-struck courage he replied: 24869|“My fury through the air has sprung: 24869|To-day, O Monarch, it behoves 24869|To fall beneath thy murderous blows.” 24869|Thus, by the Maithil dame implored, 24869|With fury flashing like the Lord 24869|Fierce at the Maithil dame he smote, 24869|And cleft the glory of her throat. 24869|Still in the giant’s grasp he showed 24869|His furious hand, but sank and wept 24869|As falls that elephant the tree 24869|Whose flaming eyes all fury drove. 24869|Then Śúrpaṇakhá, sad to know 24869|Of her imperial spouse, 24869|To Śúrpaṇakhá cried aloud, 24869|“O Monarch, thou art weak and proud. 24869|Thou o’er the world art blind, alone: 24869|Thy hand has made my life a throne. 24869|I, by thy fury beautified, 24869|This land for wickedness have lied, 24869|And yet the name of her I hold 24869|Is ======================================== SAMPLE 954 ======================================== |Than was this world. O fool that I was he 658|That slew, when all these things the Gods had wrought 658|From ruin and from rout, now is his time 658|For goodly knowledge! Not the wisdom of God 658|That men of Thea set so clear against 658|The anger of the Gods. His word no man 658|May take or bear away or steal away. 658|But in some wise we say the word of Zeus, 658|Who knoweth all, he marvellously wrought 658|By the wise men of Troy, by the great sons 658|Of Atreus' son, and by the sons of Troy; 658|And we know not what knowledge his heart hath to choose, 658|But we know not what knowledge from great things 658|Hath wisdom; but of wisdom and high deeds 658|We speak as one tongue in the wilderness: 658|Now all is well! Come now, wise men, let we 658|Make merry, and let us rejoice in it.' 658|So in the hollow cloud there passed a voice 658|As of a woman through the light of fire, 658|And she was all distraught and all heart-sick. 658|Then spake Achilles' battle-eager son: 658|'What word hath passed thy lips since thou wast called 658|By men of aweless Aeacid, wherefrom 658|Out of their ears thou now didst hearken, what 658|They say. For here dwell war-steeds battle-staunch, 658|As now are they that bare thee. Who art thou 658|That hearest such ravelled words? Who art thou, 658|That glidest like a shadow from on high? 658|I am war-shattering as the cloud-shocks flee, 658|And I am foiled and torn asunder by the hand.' 658|So spake he, and they fought as they had fought, 658|Clashing their teeth together on their shields; 658|But ere to death had fled the Danaan men 658|That had good hope; and these too were alive 658|With glorious hopes that no man yet forgat. 658|Therefore from all the wide war-ways of Troy 658|That son of Aeacus came, and cried not forth 658|From Troy: the wind, that now the drift of the sea 658|Is heaped a little on the sandy beach, 658|And the wave, swollen by the bitter spray, 658|And all the wave lay heavy on his shield; 658|And as a lion, that scourges some fair town, 658|That scattereth with his might the ocean-brine, 658|And with the roar of Agamemnon's ships, 658|Or as a cloud-shattered river-gates are torn 658|Far from their brimming mirror, whereon lie 658|All that breeds terror and horror in his heart 658|And multitudinous battle, and the waves 658|Scourged him about the ship. And to his ships 658|Where sat the Achaeans in assembly, came 658|Scathe-masters, battle-strong Peleides' son, 658|And Agamemnon's, wise with many prayers, 658|The old man in his counsels. All around 658|The Danaans gathered and they marvelled at the sight, 658|And shouted round him in their voices. Then 658|Peleides' valiant son bespake: 'Ino, my friends, 658|Methinks that we had come to Troy, and there 658|We now have peace; and now the sun of dawn 658|Hath climbed the clouds: farewell ye men of Troy! 658|Thou knowest not yet the day of the great strife. 658|Therefore, ye Gods, be witnesses before all: 658|If thou art wise, of my heart trust I now, 658|First of the host, to save the Trojans: thou 658|Hast razed my city, well my heart, that I 658|Will go with thee on trembling to the ships 658|To thy own glory, and shall suffer a death 658|Now not for me, but for thyself--ye Gods, 658|That, while they labour their lives out with me, 658|I may at last have peace. For lo, these hosts, 658|The Argives all were gathered; and to me 658|A messenger am I, most honourable, 658| ======================================== SAMPLE 955 ======================================== -- 323|The heart within me glows 323|For the love it ne'er knew -- 323|For the light of my own -- 323|For the light of my own -- 323|For the light of another heart 323|Which in another will shine -- 323|But the light and the love of another soul 323|Which is lost among men -- 323|For the light of a changeless truth 323|Which is lost behind men -- 323|For the light of a changeless love 323|That we trust in, and not 323|For the sight of a changeless truth, 323|Which is lost before men -- 323|For the light of a changeless faith 323|Which is lost behind men -- 323|For the light of a changeless hope 323|Which is lost before men -- 323|For the light of a changeless love -- 323|For the light of a changeless hope 323|Which is lost before men -- 323|For the sight of a changeless hope 323|Which is lost behind men -- 323|For the sight of a changeless love 323|Which is lost before men -- 323|For the light of a changeless hope 323|Which is lost before men -- 323|For the sight of a changeless hope 323|Which is lost before men -- 323|For the sight of a changeless hope 323|Which is lost before men -- 323|For the sight of a changeless hope 323|Which can never be born -- 323|For the light of a changeless love 323|Which is lost behind men -- 323|For a light that will brighten soon 323|Through a dark o' the dust, -- 323|For the sight of a changeless hope 323|Which has lost behind men -- 323|For the light of a changeless hope 323|Which is lost before men -- 323|For the light of a changeless love 323|Which is lost before men -- 323|For the sight of a changeless hope 323|Which is lost before men -- 323|For the light of a changeless love 323|Which is lost behind men -- 323|For the sight of a changeless hope 323|Which is lost before men -- 323|For the sight of a changeless hope 323|Which is lost before men -- 323|For the sight of a changeless hope 323|Which is lost before men -- 323|For the sight of a changeless hope 323|Which is lost before men -- 323|For the sight of a changeless hope 323|Which has lost before men -- 323|For the sight of a changeless hope 323|Which has lost before men -- 323|For the sight of a changeless hope 323|Which is lost before men -- 323|For the sight of a changeless hope 323|Which is lost before men -- 323|For the sight of a changeless love 323|Which is lost before men -- 323|For the sight of a changeless love 323|Which is lost before men -- 323|For the sight of a changeless hope 323|Which is lost before men -- 323|For the sight of a changeless hope 323|Which is lost before men -- 323|For the sight of a changeless hope 323|Which has lost before men -- 323|For the sight of a changeless love 323|Which is lost before men -- 323|For the sight of a changeless hope 323|Which is lost before men -- 323|For the sight of a changeless hope 323|Which is lost before men -- 323|For the sight of a changeless hope 323|Which is lost before men -- 323|For the sight of a changeless love 323|Which is lost before men -- 323|For the sight of a changeless joy 323|Which is lost before men -- 323|For the flight of a changeless love 323|That has lost before men -- 323|For the flight of a changeless hope 323|Which has lost before men -- 323|For the sight of a changeless hope 323|Which is lost before men -- 323|For the sight of a changeless hope 323|Which is lost before men -- 323|For the sight of a changeless hope 323|Which is lost before men -- 323|For the sight of a changeless love 323|Which is lost before men -- 323|For the sight of a changeless love 323|Which is lost before men -- 323|For the sight of a changeless love 323|Which has lost before men -- 323|For the sight ======================================== SAMPLE 956 ======================================== |Whence, O my love, thy country, whence and how, 27663|Whence was the bounty that from thee received, 27663|And whence each goodly gift that earth could yield, 27663|One glance of those wild eyes where all seemed dark, 27663|Were 't to recall some message that I heard 27663|Thy voice so sweet, or haply of some saint 27663|Who could not reach you in that earthly shrine, 27663|Or, knowing there you are, should pray the rest 27663|Sufficient in that purest, holiest hour 27663|When the glad spirits of the heart and soul, 27663|With hearts, will hold communion, undefiled? 27663|I, who, till then, were friended with my prayer, 27663|When, touched by thee, I turned upon my hands 27663|That offering, when the price I took was thine, 27663|O'er which I prayed, and that which still must be 27663|Submiss--myself my heart--my love thy own. 27663|Then, then, did they not bid me leave that shrine, 27663|And now, that consecrated shrine for you, 27663|No more--no more, love! must my lips keep time 27663|From uttering those words that burn with you, 27663|My heart's blood?--yet, love, the end of it, 27663|Is mine--and thine--'tis thine--'tis mine. 27663|The summer passed, the summer came, 27663|And, when I wept that summer's name, 27663|My secret heart in song arose, 27663|And still its pulse upon me woke. 27663|For now that lip, that smile, that glance, 27663|All eloquence shall tame; 27663|And still no tale of love, nor rhyme 27663|Shall break that sleep on yonder lime. 27663|Now while I live, dear Love, like you, 27663|I'll love, and I'll love only you, 27663|And eke, my only Love! 27663|The summer passed, the summer came, 27663|And, when I wept that summer's name, 27663|The only thing I knew the thought 27663|Was that its melody I caught 27663|Was that you left me not. 27663|The summer passed, the autumn came, 27663|And, like a charm, I left my frame 27663|In wanton freedom, free, alone, 27663|In sweet forgetfulness o'erthrown, 27663|And wantonly at freedom's shrine. 27663|Now while I live, dear Love, like you, 27663|I'll love, and I'll love only you, 27663|And eke, my only Love! 27663|The summer passed, the autumn came, 27663|And, like a charm, the season cast, 27663|That never wanes, but waxes fast; 27663|And still I sat, while you did speak, 27663|And gazed, and twined, and twined, the while, 27663|In happy union, while you blest 27663|My every motion, every tone, 27663|With only rapture, all my soul, 27663|And e'en the daylight that endears 27663|My last adieu to happier years. 27663|Now, now, dear Love, with breaking sigh, 27663|And fixed on me, I think of you, 27663|As when, with you, I loved in vain, 27663|Or parted never,--never one! 27663|No smile so clear, no smile so sweet 27663|As that our past had made for ever. 27663|I know not, at the thought of yours, 27663|How soon our days are pass'd; 27663|Perhaps, remembering first your name, 27663|You still might favour my return 27663|From realms of ease to lands of fame. 27663|But, while I sit with Love so blest, 27663|I cannot but forget 27663|That long, sweet year, that well-nigh turns 27663|The world to golden half, since she 27663|(So much the bliss of youth can know) 27663|Seems in my soul, too young to last, 27663|All plants of life that bud and blow. ======================================== SAMPLE 957 ======================================== . To the olden times, 35190|On May, of chebris twelve, to plough the leme, 35190|To crowe the flour o’re mickle nane, 35190|To shend the clerkes yan to sowe, 35190|To crowe yn o’re mickle nane, 35190|To crowe yn o’re mickle nane. 35190|To mak yond wark, to herd yor sel, 35190|To mak yond wark, to hert yor doel, 35190|And to th’et sches bothe yor ho: 35190|To make yond wulle yor slow; 35190|To make yond wulle yor slow. 35190|To make yond wulle yor slow: 35190|To make yond wulle yor slow; 35190|To make yond wulle yor slow; 35190|A cowt wur hornis to yor boke, 35190|To crowe yn o’er mickle nane, 35190|A cowt wur hornis to yor boke, 35190|To graunte yer bryd, to graunte yer boke, 35190|A cowt wur hornis to yor hevene, 35190|A cowt wur hornis to yor horn, 35190|To crowe yer bryd, to crowe yer morne, 35190|A cowt wur hornis to yor hevene. 35190|To make yond wulle yor slow, 35190|To crowe yer bryng yor slow, 35190|To crowe yer bryng, to crowe yer morne, 35190|A cowt wur hornis to yor hevene. 35190|To make yond wulle yor slow, 35190|To crowe yer bryng, to crowe yer morne, 35190|To crowe yer bryng, to crowe yer morne, 35190|To crowe yer bryng, to crowe yer bryng, 35190|A cowt wur hornis to yor hevene. 35190|To make yond wyght, to crowe yer bryng, 35190|To crowe yer bryng, to crowe yer bryng, 35190|A cat wur fedd, a cowt wur hevene. 35190|To make yond wyght, to crowe yer borryng, 35190|A cat wur fedd, a wyght wur hevene. 35190|To make yond wyght, to crowe yer borryng, 35190|A cat wur fedd, a wyght wur hevene. 35190|To make yond wyght, a-geyneth it lyght, 35190|To crowe yer bryng, to crowe yer borryng, 35190|A nyght o deme, or lloureth loke, 35190|A nyght o wulle, o nyght o sall. 35190|To make yond wyght, to crowe yer borryng, 35190|A lyt wyght o wod, yor wer brok, 35190|Er eny man, or hevlynge, 35190|Ful sone or hevene, or lete, 35190|A nyght o deme or hevene. 35190|An ian gott usmelth yor wrouh, 35190|A nyght so breeth yor feith. 35190|A pryncesse, a a dreise riht, 35190|A nyght a seydys yow of thi heste, 35190|A nyght, a nyght, a wolde. 35190|And ek, if it be oght in ernest or on, 35190|That o goude wolde blamen, 35190|I wot wel telle god als swet ======================================== SAMPLE 958 ======================================== , 1001|For the good grace of so short a vase, 1001|That there not much those creatures were. 1001|Not yet they were, although against the law 1001|The ancient people madly toiling were, 1001|And to the Guelphs still more had moved my song; 1001|But he, who was beguiled of his impiety, 1001|Turned to the pillow, and beheld a smile 1001|Pointing to me from there; whence I, who took 1001|A sigh for pity, well knew how a just one 1001|Should look towards the other." Like unto the lute, 1001|That, in a temple of the nymph revered, 1001|Or aldricht lady, who her form retains 1001|And visage so benign, "oh, how I long 1001|To hear," she cried, "began I not a song, 1001|Both in its way and in its method wise?" 1001|And like to one, upon whose head is plac'd 1001|Somewhat he deems it will not be amiss, 1001|Somewhat he deem'd to shade her, and all-soul'd 1001|In her sweet looks; which such expression said, 1001|Asking me, he, to whom a second time 1001|I sang, and to what end, as he would tell, 1001|Recomforted: for never any of the singers 1001|That are like truthfull songs, with which the cheeks 1001| counterfeit, did any of their commend 1001|Such sacred love, and with such music, charm him 1001|As they imparadise him, know not yet 1001|The dooms it, but lie there so frozen and so faint. 1001|And I, from hearing the first note I caught, 1001|It seem'd as if my song its highest point 1001|Stood in the sunny smile; and round the notes 1001|And in each one was fair and smooth as glass, 1001|With the same colour, which, by that alone 1001|Enlighten'd, is by love's sweet light disclos'd. 1001|Sorrow was there made dear by the remembrance 1001|Of the first sweetness, whose plaints doth smother 1001|The beatings of our heart, as gregs the thirst 1001|Of unsated wine. "Since with its blood 1001|Such dulcet streams it suits not," said my guide; 1001|"Nor doth the thirst of that sweet worm, the fast 1001|Since it lockt up within and walks on it, 1001|Freely as it lockt up an All in all, 1001|With grasil and with ivory. Roland notes 1001|That it is well the fourth to shew for this. 1001|"Vex'd Chiaveri from Vercelli soon 1001|Will sail for Marseilles, and Caesar view 1001|Through the Molorni be matters better known, 1001|Than that which the third Caesar from the peace 1001|Of his chaste Marcia mourns. O chaste and just 1001|And courteous, well dost thou thy gladsome weeds 1001|With all." So by that heard one suffice 1001|To make dark colour, as appear'd dark dye 1001|With the dark blending. Constantine besought 1001|Chiusiusius that his pope yet goth to come, 1001|Boniface, and friarmented in gray. 1001|And Ciriatto, founder of the force 1001|Of the proud French, was onward come 1001|Where the last blood his stony visage stain'd. 1001|They show'd me many a spirit in loud laments, 1001|He of the grey-coat that with Danube dy'd, 1001|And him I knew so wholly. "From the gloom 1001|Of that last struggle, and the wretched spar, 1001|Goodliest of all, to star o' the' thirband, 1001|Drawn after it, the hair stands out aslorn, 1001|And for its love the belly and the sides 1001| descends. As of their will the voyage of the stars 1001|I was purs'd up, lo! at the orient sky 1001|Were gushing pell-mell: forthwith uprose 1001|A shout, that to the heaven uplifted seemed 1001|To bear away the prize, where life with death 1001|Partakes. As to ascend, from branch to branch, 1001|The crooked screed ======================================== SAMPLE 959 ======================================== of thy son, what grief must he endure! 4272|In vain our sorrows to thy mother pour, 4272|In vain our eyes, thy loved ones, smile at last; 4272|Thy son himself shall honour thee, as now 4272|I do, mine infant Lord. 4272|He took thy hand, and, smiling, said 4272|"Toll forth the birth-day of thy day; 4272|Thy son's first looks are fathers', dead, 4272|And he must die as I may say." 4272|The Lord our God did in His manger rise, 4272|And brought forth Christ; the mighty babe was borne 4272|Upon the cross as by a mother's side, 4272|The angel's face was glorious as a bride; 4272|No more in glory shining forth the son 4272|Of God's true servants and of Christ's true God-- 4272|Like an eternal spring-head pure and blest 4272|He rose, and in God's presence went to rest. 4272|And thus he lived as King Jerusalem 4272|Baptized with sacred treasure in her heart. 4272|His son, the babe who with his father lay, 4272|Thus deathless God began his wondrous part. 4272|The clouds are dim, and not a voice replies 4272|To God: "O Father, let me take thy hand. 4272|With thee I rest, since all my life is thine; 4272|To mine e'en now I seem prepared to part, 4272|But in mine hour by death thy Son is gone; 4272|Yet, my King, for thy dear sake, I pray, 4272|My life shall be thine after death to-day! 4272|"When in the cross, with thee to vail it, I 4272|Look once, dear child, the Lamb of God am I!" 4272|At last the sun, as when the day of light 4272|Has dawned, descends upon the world with night: 4272|The pious souls together kneel in turn, 4272|And ask in secret love to grant the sign 4272|That God's right hand can finish with the day: 4272|They watch with awe the wondrous sign to gain, 4272|That faith in God is with the sons of men. 4272|Then from the multitude they turn on each 4272|The look of his great gift to their own speech-- 4272|Saying, "I give thee but a little gift, 4272|When all thy life thy child hath bought and sold!" 4272|Thine are the signs, the sign, the word, the sign, 4272|The chosen of that realm thou biddest thine: 4272|Here is the one deliverance-- 4272|Thy soul the Holy One, I pray. 4272|Thou sayest, "In vain on earth my son is tossed;" 4272|Thou sayest, "No, my child, it is not lost!" 4272|Upon thy mother's bosom lies, 4272|And I--she feels her watching eyes-- 4272|Not to thy death in vain I bring 4272|The offered vow--the sacrifice! 4272|"Thou art the Christ?" I pray to thee; 4272|"I, too, my child--be comforted-- 4272|Thy child is glorious and free, 4272|And so its perfect life hath led." 4272|O Child of all my life, to thy 4272|My spirit cleave, my child, my life! 4272|"Nay, do not, brother--dost thou say 4272|That they who blessed thee, Jesus, pray-- 4272|Thou, of the little heart and light, 4272|Of all the saints the least, the best? 4272|Thou, only thou, my Child--to thee 4272|I lift my spirit in the prayer-- 4272|Go to thy heavenly Father's throne, 4272|Thou, Saviour, come ere evening flings 4272|Its mantle round the sleeping King, 4272|And, on thy mother's bosom laid, 4272|Shall save a dying child! 4272|I kneel--a while I see thee stand 4272|My father--not a stone by me 4272|That should lift up my lifeless head-- 4272|O ======================================== SAMPLE 960 ======================================== ,--a long-tried prophet 2487|Heard it, and as he trembled 2487|Felt it, and with the frenzy 2487|Funera was about him. 2487|Heard him and he thought it wiser 2487|To deride with little others; 2487|Heed them not,--heeding not the fountain 2487|Piercing through the rocks all hurried 2487|On the rocks, and bare stones pelted, 2487|All that he had heard or seen. 2487|On the rock, and in the forest, 2487|Only saw he some gay knight 2487|All alone with half-clad lovers, 2487|All but madmen who went striding 2487|Into strange, deep-voiced revels, 2487|Riding like a demon, 2487|To the open forest, 2487|Where they hunted in the panthers. 2487|Then the shepherd spoke in answer: 2487|"Pious not the birds, but fickle, 2487|Pricking them with taunt and insult, 2487|But with taunt and sharp taunt bitter, 2487|Fiercely plashing through the forest 2487|"You have seen, O fisher-swine, 2487|Something of the hidden meaning 2487|Of the mystery of the sea; 2487|Something of the hidden meaning 2487|That makes human meaning move, 2487|All the mystery of the heart. 2487|But I make confession: 2487|He will not believe me untrue, 2487|And he will not leave me, seeing 2487|That the sea is dark and blue. 2487|And if he had seen his meaning, 2487|What to her has been addressed; 2487|And if he had seen mine, knowing 2487|That the sea is dark and blue, 2487|He would have come home again, 2487|Wearing me a week ago 2487|To the verdure of the shore, 2487|And if she had seen his meaning, 2487|What to her has been before." 2487|Slowly as a fog came back again, 2487|The fisher failed to do the thing he planned; 2487|And, as the fog arose, and the wind's sound 2487|Fainted at the window, the fisher stood 2487|Still by his broken cord, watching the wave 2487|Sink and rise upward, lifting the green leaves, 2487|Wondering if they were dripping still; 2487|And with his strong arms folding and round face, 2487|Over them his eyes went with a look 2487|As if he were an evil God, 2487|And he said the meeting of them, saying: 2487|"For your sake I forgot it all long, 2487|Lest I should forget, and be a fool: 2487|For the sake of you, not for my own self, 2487|I forgot it all in the ages gone, 2487|Where I lay with half a heart, unblamed, 2487|While the ages marched on. 2487|I, who were a woman with light limbs, 2487|Have no memory, I, of many things 2487|Since the first time my eyes looked on your face. 2487|I was happy, and happy to-day, 2487|When this earth was filled with you and me, 2487|And I saw the morning shine. 2487|I, too, in my sorrow, am wholly undone; 2487|For I lay with vacant stare, 2487|And I know it must be the voice of a people 2487|Whom I shall not see again; 2487|Who shall hear the ghostly music of the sea, 2487|Or the music of any bird, 2487|Or the song of the winds of the shaken leaves, 2487|Or the voices of any stirred 2487|When I was a little child? 2487|As I was, so is this morning; 2487|I was happy, and happy to-day, 2487|When this earth was filled with you and me. 2487|I was happy, and happy to-day, 2487|When the sun rose first in the west, 2487|And the children stood in the meadow, 2487|And I saw your face, and I heard your cry, 2487|And I knew that my ======================================== SAMPLE 961 ======================================== as much as he would for his own sake; nor ever the thought 17393|to have let him go, nor thought thereof to have changed his 17393|mind any more: for he that is now within thee is without 17393|itself only a skeleton ghost, but a thing of forecast, a shadow, 17393|who now in thee is bewailing the great past with utter loss, 17393|and grieves himself forever in that he ever gave thee, thou 17393|And with these words she spake, and the other ghost seemed 17393|to answer in itself, but a little shivering answer came 17393|from that pitiless utterance, and the shuddering sound went up 17393|from a dark cloud; and I started, and said, "My guide, from 17393|unmeasurably dead, I must go to him who doth not love thee 17393|ne'er." 17393|The good Master stood a little speechless, then answered 17393|himself, "Do thy errand, for I find it not in thine 17393|mind that I reveal to thee my immortality, and that thou 17393|askest me not without kind words to give it up. My doom is 17393|driven to follow thee into the snare of death. To escape 17393|thou hast not power; it is now noon for thy flight to the 17393|coming of the Almighty; yet the time is not wholly so long 17393|vnto the angelic symphony of thy earthly triumph." 17393|Then I saw that a strange fascination seized me, and thus 17393|spake, saying, "Master, I see that thou dost not understand 17393|what I now am thinking of, for on this account my soul has 17393|come to the place where the joyous are at their full. Now, 17393|what dost thou not say to me concerning my future, and to me?" 17393|Then did he, "Hear me, all ye who live for good and for bad, 17393|make no great noise in the world, as did the angelic host at 17393|their solemn game. Let the harp of Michael fitly rest on high, 17393|lest I fall into the arena and utterly die. Behold now 17393|that I bring my goodly bird of aspect to thee, tell me if I 17393|do it wrong to bring him to the tree which bore my Lord of 17393|Then I turned my face to him who had just then struck me in the 17393|face. 17393|"Say, perchance, will it help me or thou harm me?" said I. "Thou 17393|shalt see how the apple is ripe, and how it will be placed in the 17393|tree which gives each taste of fruit to the eye, and of every 17393|living creature to his own?" 17393|Then my Leader asked me, and he said: "Son of La Vaunt, what 17393|is the meaning of that speech from a man who is a long while 17393|used?" And I then, "To the tree, even as thou wishest, I would 17393|be going to the next circle to attend the wood." Then, "Son of 17393|La Vaunt, from one of the darkest of the tree of life, who is 17393|not here nor wherefore, began the song of sorrow in that cottage 17393|"There is a tower of strength which holds for your right the 17393|lamentation of Man,--far as foot, nor horse,--in which there is 17393|the ground," said the Master. 17393|After he had chanted these many notes, still I heard him, and 17393|was weary of my own words. I made my way along a desert 17393|breathing, so that weary I was at the summit, where every 17393|though I was leaning upon the earth, I had not the courage to 17393|give penitence for my part to another people who were living. 17393|This is Virgil, and his words are truly mine; for he had a 17393|long suffering, and had it not been that Colchis bore a greater 17393|hag than he had, for he had of a wife and children. Tell, 17393|lead me on with this heavy verse." 17393|We crossed the circle to the other bank, and then for the second 17 ======================================== SAMPLE 962 ======================================== the first-jointed as the first. 1381|The second is a softer one. 1381|The third is a creation. 1381|The fourth is a creation. 1381|The fifth, a kind of fire 1381|To kindle loving hearts with, 1381|To burn all loves and lovingly 1381|Upon a kiss at love's far end. 1381|With the first, the flower of earth, 1381|The first part of the human race, 1381|We are the first and only she 1381|Whose body knows its mother's face, 1381|Who is the only perfect man, 1381|But whose life's highest goal afar. 1381|One of us, one of us, 1381|Who know the heavens with us. 1381|Who are the first and greatest, 1381|Who walk in the first with God? 1381|The first in the great high places, 1381|Who has a soul to stand at odds, 1381|Pressing the first and last on odds. 1381|Thine is the earliest and the last, 1381|Thine is the one and always past, 1381|Thine the beginning and the last. 1381|O thou in whom my thoughts revolt, 1381|Strong wilt thou be when I am free 1381|Ere thou dost leave my soul to me? 1381|Who, with a word, break'st short the tie 1381|At which all other things do grieve. 1381|Thou'rt called to be beloved; yet, 1381|Who wilt not be beloved am I. 1381|Lo! with thy love of me thou'rt won, 1381|And like thy will can I fulfil 1381|The depths that keep heaven's deeps in one. 1381|Come! Come! Come, come! 1381|Come to the mountains! 1381|What though the voice of song doth swell 1381|And overflow your breasts of snow? 1381|Hast thou the magic paradise 1381|And magic and the healing sweet 1381|Of the dear presence of thy feet? 1381|Come! Come! Come! Come! 1381|Come to the mountains! 1381|What though the feet 1381|And feet of living things pass in 1381|And melt upon the ways of sin? 1381|Hast thou the demons and the powers 1381|That in thy soul make their abode 1381|And fill their hearts with wrath divine? 1381|Hast thou the hell's own fiery fires? 1381|Hast thou the demons and the powers? 1381|Come! come! come! 1381|Come to the mountains! 1381|The glory of the day 1381|Is spread, and as the breath of God 1381|Hath breathed for thee the breath of life, 1381|And in the end thy soul shall know 1381|In thy own lips a sweeter tone 1381|Than song-delighted seraph's own. 1381|Come! come! come! 1381|Dance on the praises of the sun, 1381|The stars and all the morning hours, 1381|The flowers and dews of evening mirth, 1381|The voices of the birds of earth. 1381|Let all the world of sound and sight 1381|Take flight, and leap at thy sweet will, 1381|And run the round of rapturous joy 1381|That thrills through heaven and earth and still. 1381|What joy can fill the soul's high seats? 1381|What love can move the feet of God? 1381|Let all the hours of day and night 1381|Roll in upon themselves their whirling round. 1381|Be thou the day's first joy and last! 1381|Thy work is done, thy crown is won! 1381|Be joy's first music! 1381|Thy saints, then, in the city, heard, 1381|Their angel voices round thee stirred. 1381|Wilt bless the day that gives thee birth? 1381|Wilt bless the day that gave thee all 1381|The powers of endless time and worth 1381|That lift and bless the sons of earth! 1381|Be glad! be glad! 1381|O the winter is gone,-- 1381|The birds, the flowers sing-- 1381| ======================================== SAMPLE 963 ======================================== . 1279|Lass, come out o' my cowl. 1279|Lassie, dear, can ye see. 1279|Lassie, tell me where's your penny, 1279|How do I live, how fare ye there? 1279|Sheep and shepherds are so silly, 1279|Lassie, can ye see, and where? 1279|Sheep and shepherds are so silly, 1279|Lassie, can ye see, and where? 1279|Hey diddle diddle dink honest Johnnie, 1279|Lintwhite, will you be mine? 1279|Handy, diddle dink honest Johnnie, 1279|Handy, diddle dink honest Johnnie, 1279|Goblets, was dink honest Johnnie, 1279|Goblets, would to horse. 1279|Lassie, go and gie me my pipkins, 1279|Gifers, willy, clippity kink! 1279|I had sax neebors, and they wad hae a haw; 1279|I had sax neebors, and they wad hae a haw, 1279|And I had them a hundred, and twa wad hae an hae; 1279|I had them a hundred, and twa wad hae an hae; 1279|I had them a hundred, I ane wad hae an hae; 1279|And I had them a hundred, and twa wad hae an he; 1279|I had them a hundred, and twa wad hae an he; 1279|I had them a hundred, and twa wad hae an he; 1279|I had them a hundred, and twa wad hae an he. 1279|Lassie, willy, boggy, boggy, boggy, boggy, boggy, boggy, 1279|Come, sit on my haunty, and mebbe no more; 1279|The north winds blaw, and the south tide wad blaw, 1279|The south tide tame will never make thee more. 1279|There'll be a cuckoo and a bonnie brook 1279|To ca' thee fine when thou hast araw; 1279|We'll mark thy yellow coats, an' thy green shaw, 1279|We'll hear thy scroggie tail and thy paw. 1279|We'll mark thy feathers, white an' gray; 1279|Thy deep blue eye, as black as slaes; 1279|Thy firm good haur, wi' caucons spread; 1279|A breeder bodie to the bed. 1279|We'll see thy feathers, plain an' weel, 1279|An' thin, an' foul, an' lang, an' lang; 1279|An' when we come to our ain bour, 1279|We'll see thy gowden tail an' thy paw. 1279|We'll mark thy buttons an' thy faulds, 1279|Thy blue sark an' white, wy; 1279|Thy hunter's ta'en, wi' hame on hie; 1279|An' thy snaw-white coat, o' sweet blee. 1279|We'll mark thy nose, wy braw, wy-wax, 1279|Thy lane-sharks twa stronge; 1279|Thy heidsome een, thy open een, 1279|We will see thy foot, an' thy fause-an'-bed, 1279|We'll mark thy shapely limbs an' shapely head, 1279|We'll mark thy legs, an' shape, an' shae; 1279|We'll see thy stately body a'. 1279|We'll see thy stately neck, an' shae; 1279|We'll see thy stately wizened shou'; 1279|But lang, lang wil'! I dinna care 1279|Wha thou may be, 1279|For Thou has borne a greater wad 1279|Than a' this sea. 1279|Our gude ship was the _Reverence_, 1279|That's gude at will, 1279|An' at a fair _Reverence_ 1279|She swells ======================================== SAMPLE 964 ======================================== of the fountains, 31919|Heard the moaning of the sea, 31919|The cracking of the mountain chains, 31919|The cracking of the iron reins, 31919|Heard the bells of demons, 31919|The cracking of the iron reins. 31919|From pole to pole, from stern to stern, 31919|The ravin of the battle-thorn, 31919|Was answered by the winds of morn, 31919|By the thunder on the mountains, 31919|And the crashing of the spars. 31919|A moment paused the mighty god, 31919|Then spake: "The war is over." 31919|He bade his steeds unbrace the knee, 31919|He spurred his steeds across the sea, 31919|He spurred his steeds across the tide, 31919|And sped along the rocking tide; 31919|The foam flew up behind, before, 31919|Before, behind, beneath, above, 31919|They swept, they swept the ocean-shore, 31919|They plunged, they bounded to and fro, 31919|They plunged amid the welter of the brine, 31919|They plunged amid the welter of the brine. 31919|Dizzy and dazed, with many a sob, 31919|With many a prayer and many a sob, 31919|With many a threat and savage yell, 31919|They dashed upon the sullen wave, 31919|The foam flew up behind them, and they fell. 31919|The stoutest heart beats quicker yet, 31919|The stoutest will blow swiftest yet, 31919|The proudest will blow swiftest yet. 31919|And I have often heard it said 31919|That naught went ill with the green-girdled day, 31919|That naught went ill with the green-girdled day, 31919|And naught went ill with the green-girdled day. 31919|It happened one day on a warm June morn, 31919|One lovely morn, in the golden light, 31919|A lily swayed above some meadow lawn 31919|And shyly looked at the silvering stream. 31919|The lily by that enchanted brook, 31919|That came at evening and rested on sleep, 31919|Flushed and rested, and watched the shadows go, 31919|And silently sprinkled the dancing light. 31919|It was as if a dream of the long ago 31919|Had fallen on us in that sun-baked plain, 31919|And we waited lingering in anxious thought 31919|Until the lily's folded form should rise. 31919|The first white ray of the setting sun, 31919|That rested on the hills, 31919|Fell warm and soft on the still lagoon, 31919|And glistened soft like the silver-shanked pines. 31919|The second ray of the rising day 31919|That fell like a falling star, 31919|Told us the hour had come, we knew, 31919|Till the lipping west should weary of unrest, 31919|And faint with the lust of light, 31919|The slumbrous valley lay beneath 31919|The lifting of the sea. 31919|The first white ray of the setting sun 31919|That fell like a falling star, 31919|Fell warm and soft on the still lagoon, 31919|And glistened soft like the silver-shaded moon. 31919|The first white ray of the setting sun 31919|That fell like a falling star, 31919|Fell warm and soft on the still lagoon, 31919|And glistened soft like the silver-shaded moon. 31919|With a hot and greedy joy, 31919|The two old men had thrust themselves to sleep, 31919|And the first man only heard them speak, 31919|The second wave that boiled along the deep. 31919|That second wave that rolled and rolled, 31919|Felt the blood of either drowned, 31919|And the blue great heart that rolled and rolled 31919|Deeply on the yellow water rolled. 31919|The third wave that lay along the sand 31919|Like a living diamond moulded from the sun, 31919|Felt the sand and scattered it into the sun, 31919|And the white warm current sundered it ======================================== SAMPLE 965 ======================================== |Thou hast a face above the world to see; 27441|And in thy cheeks there is thy soul's best bower, 27441|Where, hid from mortal eyes, a heaven is bright. 27441|Thyself hast learned a lesson, ere thou go; 27441|And in thy soul there is a voice to say, 27441|That shall awake the people all, one day. 27441|But thou hast learned so many things to hear, 27441|That often thou wilt join the people here. 27441|Thou wilt have power, and have a will to sway 27441|The hearts of men, and break the multitude. 27441|These are thy works, their sole employments thou-- 27441|Their glory, and their hope--have done with thee! 27441|Thou wilt have power, and must thy power devise; 27441|And if thy subjects tremble while they smile, 27441|Yet 'tis thy will that they should still arise. 27441|These are thy toys; 'tis thou that know'st them all, 27441|And give'st them up to thy destructive power. 27441|They'll think thy work a burden, and thy fame 27441|Is far sufficient--till thou canst go on. 27441|We are like children meeting round their mother-- 27441|So kind and brave--so true and brave, I hold; 27441|And yet a blessing can our hearts be after; 27441|These may grow happy, and so bless the land, 27441|That they who follow after may grow bold. 27441|Thyself, with all the cunning of the man, 27441|Thyself hast learnt thy history from me; 27441|Which being told, we rest upon the spot, 27441|And we can show thee what we hope to see. 27441|The Master's Song 27441|There was a ship's cable, running all level with the water, 27441|That filled the sky with light and filled all the sails with 27441|"Take in your boats!" the the boats cried, "Take in your war-worn 27441|war-worn vessel, for God's sake! take in all!" 27441|And, as they rolled in the orderly service, Lord Alfred ascended 27441|Lord Alfred ascended the weary and silent office-house. 27441|The sun set and the air grew dark with darker and more cloudy 27441|The low sky quivered with the waves. 27441|The house of the Earl of Lille arose quietly again, half-frauetas, 27441|A dim small garret stood by the door. The moon was like a silver 27441|piece, a pale half-light of smoke, on the sward. 27441|Through the pale purple vapors, and around it, a light like an 27441|enclare's flicker of fire. 27441|I sat down in the dark house and heard the tick of the tick of 27441|the clock strike twelve. 27441|And the bells in the church were suddenly still. 27441|Then slowly, out of the dark doorway Lord Alfred ascended his chair. 27441|On a dark night in the dark, Lord Alfred ascended the door; 27441|'Neath the window of the casement he saw a man sitting, with a dark 27441|stream in his hand. 27441|The moon was shining, and the stars were glancing from the lattice 27441|The boat stood by the door, and he himself was drawing on his 27441|night voyage; 27441|And he looked up silently. 27441|Then all the birds were quiet, and the stars were in the sky, and 27441|in the ship, and the wind was in the shrouds, and the water 27441|came down, and the sail-yards, and the shrouds, and the boat, 27441|And the soft white hands of the lovers, and the eager faces, 27441|and the clinging curtains of the sails, and the tall mast, and the 27441|the boat, on whose bosom he was leaning. 27441|The stars grew dark again, and at last the golden shore received 27441|a sudden silence. "All the rest!" cried Lord Alfred to Lord 27441|Ollave. 27441|In the dark, on the deck, Lord Alfred was sitting with his 27441|discards, as he saw that strange being, and heard the dull voice 27441| ======================================== SAMPLE 966 ======================================== , of which it is hard to say, 3545|Was the fated term last summer made it 3545|A long one. 3545|"And so it has been done," the old man cried, 3545|"And done forever here together; 3545|It may be that the two lives are one-- 3545|But no matter; 3545|Their separation from them has been lost 3545|If they had." 3545|The old man's heart was as warm as a breast 3545|With a home where he was undaunted, 3545|And he knew they were parted two--men and women; 3545|Then he called her by names quite infantine, 3545|"Now I see my old friend, the child. 3545|"My heart is an old and stubborn blade, 3545|That a beggar can glean for a kingdom; 3545|Let me lead you straight to a green, green grave 3545|To keep you living and happy forever." 3545|O children who loved the old, old years-- 3545|You had a love so brief and rare-- 3545|So full of tender grace and sweet, 3545|You would not let your baby go, 3545|Or leave your baby where he lay, 3545|To have a tender touch of grace, 3545|And there to rest--with you above 3545|To feel what things you could not love. 3545|I loved you all the better, child. 3545|And since the end my eyes must weep, 3545|I'll kiss the little hands that cling. 3545|Nurse would have done the same to me. 3545|She did not care for nurse's care, 3545|But tried to take the baby's eyes 3545|Before they made it one, bright stare. 3545|And when we said our prayer to heaven, 3545|And that "the great blue eyes" were given 3545|Because she kept those wondrous seven. 3545|"I love you just the same," she said, 3545|With a smile in those dark tender eyes 3545|That seemed to say, "We'll love you quite, 3545|You'll smile for one word more, I'm sure," 3545|And then we kissed the little hand. 3545|And I may say too much, my child, 3545|And you, my pretty little man, 3545|May dream to some far distant land, 3545|But she would smile if she could do so. 3545|"I love you just the same, I say"-- 3545|So did she turn away her head. 3545|But the lesson in her heart was read: 3545|About one _child_ she must have fed, 3545|With _little_ babies in her arms 3545|And "with no names," and "with no charms." 3545|And she would say: "I love you dear," 3545|Because she cared not for my charms. 3545|I might have been a bit content 3545|To be a creature of your will, 3545|To have your pretty hand encased, 3545|Just to be kissed, you know, in His. 3545|And she would kiss me, and I might, 3545|For how to ask and be caressed, 3545|Would have the tenderness, the light, 3545|The gentle, easy-tempered words, 3545|The music of your heart, the birds, 3545|For whom my soul would dwell, and be 3545|A moment's memory of the sea. 3545|And I would pray, and in return, 3545|Just that you'd leave this place, my boy, 3545|And I would come and kiss you there, 3545|And you'd be happy while you stay, 3545|And I would whisper in your ear, 3545|"_My darling!_"--well, I pray to-night, 3545|And pray to-morrow when you pray." 3545|And I would say: "I love you dear..." 3545|And, if at last, when you have said 3545|These things your child will not abuse, 3545|I'll bless you on the breaking day. 3545|I was her baby when she suckled, 3545|And mother in her baby when he lay. 3545|And then she grew up all in beauty, ======================================== SAMPLE 967 ======================================== |We shall not meet again; 28287|Our love hath spoken in her ear, 28287|And now she knows no more. 28287|No words of golden can she speak; 28287|No kiss can enter there; 28287|She's lost, and will not know the touch 28287|Of parting from the air. 28287|Come, fill the cup of matrimonial bliss, 28287|Come, and drink more to me, 28287|My mistress, when the light is fled, 28287|Of her true lord and she; 28287|I'll show her all my family, 28287|Her kin, and that bright eye, 28287|And come to pledge me as a bride 28287|With you, my love and I! 28287|There is a song of consolation, from the deep blue sea, 28287|Through its valleys calm and still; 28287|It sings like a bird to the silent night, 28287|Now at its will. 28287|In the little inn, with the long, white road, 28287|And the sand upon its breast, 28287|Full oft the pilgrim reading of an inn 28287|With its children and its guest. 28287|There is a song of consolation, from the deep blue sea, 28287|From the land whar they go; 28287|The children sitting in their father's house 28287|Are glad no longer to go. 28287|There is a song of consolation, from the deep blue sea, 28287|And the shadow of the sky, 28287|When they wakened from their beds of prayer, 28287|In the little inn, with the long, white road, 28287|And the sand upon their feet, 28287|Is now the music of that wondrous song, 28287|Which it is sweet to hear: 28287|The music it is dear to me, my love; 28287|No longer mourn, nor make regret; 28287|'Tis now a lonely wail in the blue sea, 28287|In the little inn, with the long, white road, 28287|And the sand on its breast, 28287|Is now the music of that wondrous song. 28287|Then why should I wail, and why should I wail, 28287|When she gathers the flowers in her hair, 28287|When her bosom is warm and her cheeks are fair, 28287|And she breathes a fresh perfume everywhere? 28287|'Tis pleasant to be alone in the little inn, 28287|And the music that is so sweet, 28287|To rest and to dwell in a little house, 28287|And dwell with the children and the old man there; 28287|To pipe and to feed us by the hand and eyes, 28287|And come back every morning in the skies. 28287|Yet I love to sit in my little room, 28287|With the things that I wish to see; 28287|To play with the children and the old man there, 28287|And be happy forever with you and me. 28287|The evening is lovely, the time is dark, 28287|And we in our dreams may repose prolong, 28287|But that finds us alone in the little room, 28287|With the things that we do not know. 28287|The blackest cloud spreads a veil, 28287|And the greatest star peeps a ray; 28287|And it comes in darkness and thickest night, 28287|And the blackest night is day. 28287|I have watched the midnight river 28287|As it flows adown a mountain; 28287|In her glance I read a meaning, 28287|In her tender words I hear; 28287|I think that the song is fitting, 28287|As the lovely words she sings; 28287|For I know that, as the winter comes, 28287|All comes in the same refrain; 28287|And that with the same sweet music, 28287|It will end in music again. 28287|I think that, as the springtime comes, 28287|All comes in the same poor language; 28287|Though my love, my life, still in me may be 28287|Sad and empty as a bird; 28287|Yet shall my tears flow in like summer rain, 28287|And I shall see that my heart is young! 28287|In the peaceful summer night, ======================================== SAMPLE 968 ======================================== of the dead, of whom our nation's seed 615|Is lying hid,--not from the sepulchre. 615|To him, a mighty tomb the tomb had brought 615|From the long-headed tyrant, when his sword 615|Cursed the young prince who served the royal dame. 615|And he, in that long agony of thought, 615|Pressing the holy sword between each hand, 615|Strode on with sorrow, groaning sore, distraught; 615|For of his friends no more had he to stand. 615|The noble and the gentle knight, that pressed 615|To life the warrior's heart a listening band, 615|And saw that his in agony of heart, 615|His valour, his reported virtues, part, 615|And all the kindred duties of his land. 615|"Alone, in dead of night he had not stayed 615|Till morning; 'twas too long, too long to be: 615|And at the dawn, when he who thought his sword 615|Should strike the valiant knight, the warrior's word 615|Was, that the grief which pierced his bosom stirred 615|Like lightning, fell before him. In the field 615|He left him, and by night reversed the shield. 615|While thus he lay, he knew the martial maid, 615|By many a prayer and many a hardy sigh, 615|To the false damsel, one of mourning hight, 615|And in her arms, like one by ocean's right, 615|The lady, or for ever, made his couch 615|Above the sleeping warrior, -- that his lord 615|Lies corse-cloth to his feet in anguish rent. 615|"This is a lady vowed (he said), whose bed 615|Is in a palace, and in France of yore 615|Was formed the bed of infancy, who fed 615|With tender years, and lived a faithless boar; 615|And, while 'twas ready for his couch, a peer 615|Succeeded, though in memory now more dear; 615|"For she through him no longer had her care, 615|Nor ever was her succour need whilere; 615|Nor ever saw the cruel warrior bear 615|His helpless lady bound along the shore. 615|But when she, grieving sorely for her dear, 615|Had begged the wretched maid, that he might be 615|The victim of all ill which had defiled 615|Her heart, she prayed the King should be forgiven 615|From Heaven, and he has seen, if so he will, 615|That he for pity at his heart may lay." 615|And he to her: "Thou wouldst not hope to be 615|A cavalier should be so ill on earth. 615|If he, as thou hast prayed, my heart should see, 615|From whom I send, and him, as best I can, 615|Thy love and wish shall do, if thou wilt stand, 615|A fitting honour, and a true respect. 615|"I, if he be a man, from him depart, 615|A matter of the sad and passing air, 615|Which now I to thy mind has given to me, 615|Which thou hast suffered, that thou may'st take care 615|To comfort him, or love him as thou wilt, 615|Who for so fair a crime deserves his peer: 615|For he, the foul and foul shall be his meed 615|Which saved thee, a poor wretch, through many a night." 615|In him, that he so well his griefs had taught, 615|For such a mournful case, he would not deign 615|To make him leave again the watery way, 615|For, if he had, what was his grief's assay. 615|But he who was in aye the foremost rank, 615|So passing foul, the worst of all in scorn, 615|His heart with rage and fury fired aglow, 615|And the wretch thought his own father would return: 615|So that he turned to him his very grief, 615|And for a while began his tale to tell. 615|Rinaldo, weary now with woe and care, 615|Wends on, rejoicing in his master's fame; 615|Whom when he sees, he piteously hath wared 615|His feeble head, and weakened was his frame; 615|For he endured in vain, upon his part, 615| ======================================== SAMPLE 969 ======================================== away, 29358|Bowed to his wonted office on the throne of Tyrian 29358|Then in his house he bade the mighty God-glad Queen 29358|Adrastus lead around the Queen for mighty things, 29358|And he with loving mind was greatly glad. 29358|But when the twain had duly drawn a ready quire, 29358|The mighty earth about with lightenings 29358|Had poured in streams and rivulets and eke of corn 29358|And set their swords, and how the war was won in play, 29358|And all the hosts of Troy, with plenteous gold inlaid, 29358|Had poured out abundant 'twixt their hosts to lead the way, 29358|Then in a hollow rock-built town arose anigh, 29358|And when the twain had reached the walls of Troy they saw 29358|With dusky beams and oozy foliage, and the sky 29358|Was filled with flickering light and starry darkness old. 29358|And as they spake in hollow deep the twain arose, 29358|And each with eager eyes beheld the very God, 29358|And on their faces thereunto the image drew 29358|As on the very Gods, and how they brought release; 29358|But when they came to midmost of the city-walls 29358|The image of their godhead did the Queen behold, 29358|Then, having run adown upon the walls, besought her 29358|That she might take no rest. She on her knees did stoop 29358|And pray, and made aloft a veil for shame from thence 29358|On fair Enceladus; and then she said, and spake, 29358|And bade the King Æneas' name adorn ye with his name, 29358|And tell ye that I bid you, that ye bear the sign away, 29358|The King Æneas' guile now lying in a cave 29358|The gifts of some great God, and how in days to come and go, 29358|And of the King of Gods the mightiest far of all the foe, 29358|And how the Tuscan folk, they tell, and what in place they are: 29358|And of the coming of Æneas' coming was and is 29358|By some such God-sent word. 29358|And even as they spake, 29358|A murmur deep and shrill 29358|Fell to the winds from heaven, and to the waves replied, 29358|But of the sea, so diverse is the hollow roar and roar 29358|Of the high sea, that one for ever and evermore 29358|A stormy murmur clings, and all the ways are desolate. 29358|What ship is this that hurls her on so dread a way? 29358|Are they not all of Æneas' fellowship grown old, 29358|The ancient sea-gates' fashion, who upon the sea-beat shore 29358|Have set their mouths to the salt sea and on the land-locked sea? 29358|A mighty wave up-sprung about Anchises' very head, 29358|Which from the sea she wrencht and drave away in haste the dead. 29358|And now there came adown a bark whose sail adown he bore, 29358|Of holy Piriboldus, the mightiest of the wave, 29358|And there, the God most holy, stood the chosen ship of dread, 29358|All wrapped in deep sea-tossing sea-weed, and with oars all hoar. 29358|But on the very next day when we beached our destined shore, 29358|We saw Æneas' ship a sail, a thing of holy art: 29358|A sign that all his race adown the deep must bear his part. 29358|And as the sun waxes hot, and now the flood's full tide doth run, 29358|And now the wind and sea-flood beat on out his eager side; 29358|So on the ship, as on that day the sun shall seem to rise, 29358|And the sea's face return, to Æneas' fellowship, 29358|And all the land bow low before his worship's holy priest; 29358|Then with uplifted hands he bare himself the star-brub breast, 29358|And on the sea-brink cast his eyes ======================================== SAMPLE 970 ======================================== |And he has his life and work to spare, 37452|And what's before his face, if that he dare? 37452|They say he's rich, but he has more than kings, 37452|And that he knows no pelf, and he is poor, 37452|And he has little to be told, in everything. 37452|And what's before his face, if he can find 37452|Aught good in store, before his eyes have seen 37452|The nakedness of man, or seen the thin 37452|And rigid splendour of his god, aghast, 37452|The desolating splendor of his past, 37452|The bareness and the fairness of his name-- 37452|But the grey colour is not there! The same 37452|He wears the black man's face; and when his frame 37452|Is feeble as his soul, the poor man's heart 37452|He disobeys! His name is like a pest; 37452|And he's outwell with all his wealth, or most, 37452|Which is but passing, and no man doth he 37452|Cloy with himself, content with what he can. 37452|Then the grey priest who sings with the sweet morn 37452|In the fresh ear of God, be glad and strong. 37452|The soul-sick martyr who must bear his cross, 37452|Because he's not alive, being almost dead 37452|In the end, being faint and sick with need 37452|Of living, and the lilies being fed, 37452|Shriveled in death, and sick with the disease 37452|Of clogging him again to do the like. 37452|He would not hear God, being so small, 37452|With his poor vassal of a puny soul. 37452|Not so do we, who always speak amiss, 37452|With his faint name and his despised retreat. 37452|Let us not ape the man who lives in fear, 37452|With his blunt word and his despised retreat, 37452|That has no coward to assail or slay 37452|His helpless soul, or bring to him no fear. 37452|The man has courage, and strength, and will, 37452|And sees the great hope, the great recompense, 37452|Whereof his work is ever as his own. 37452|But fear not thou, when he who bears the woe 37452|Of his frail fellows, and from life may go, 37452|From life itself, from all the world, is driven 37452|A wandering fiend, and with distracted spleen 37452|Strikes and devours him, and his heart doth burn 37452|To slay himself, his heart, his heart doth burn 37452|To follow him--and he, while he's in prison, 37452|Still longs to follow in the steps of doom. 37452|But there is one that ever hath loved God 37452|With his embrace, and has obeyed his will! 37452|That is the man; and though man be a knave, 37452|And they who prosper, he may be unshriven, 37452|Yet he hath done his will with all that's good, 37452|And is not to be tempted nor despised. 37452|Thrice mortal, thrice the mortal went his way 37452|Out of a foul and evil world; and now, 37452|He cometh to thee at the hour of even, 37452|If thou dost but stay and look on him and vow, 37452|Thou'lt make him die, or look on him again! 37452|And the blind stream that flows past him, flowing past, 37452|Shall keep his memory from thee, and thou'lt take 37452|From his oblivion their sorrow, and thou'lt wake 37452|In a fresh beauty, and thou'lt bless with life, 37452|In place of thy own self, and all thy dole!' 37452|So sang the singer; but all others deemed 37452|That song a hollow, a false sound, and shrink 37452|To find familiar words for all they dozed. 37452|They grieved and mourned, till through the golden light 37452|Of the dawning moon, up-risen from sleep, 37452|A single voice in the sweet wind doth leap, 37452|And sings ======================================== SAMPLE 971 ======================================== . 2383|_Cynthia_, a dallying young man, a gossip. 2383|Fair, virgin flower! 2383|I envy not thy birth, 2383|Thy parentage! 2383|The glorious dragon, 2383|The dragon-fly, 2383|Triumphant lord and shepherd of the land. 2383|The shepherd's daughter, 2383|Nature's rude thumb 2383|The harping strut, 2383|The sportive din, 2383|The shrill piping trumpet, 2383|And the wild morning cock 2383|The morning zirps begin. 2383|No life is half so sweet 2383|As this our life; 2383|The very rocks repeat 2383|The story of our rocks. 2383|All Nature joys to see 2383|How green the groves appear, 2383|The violets and the marigold. 2383|But who is he 2383|That all this gladness, 2383|Rain, tempest, and fierce sickness yield to all? 2383|The summer's come, 2383|The bees are on the wing; 2383|The merry cuckoo too 2383|Soft warbles on my hill; 2383|While from this covert, 2383|With pretty absent-dow 2383|The jocund Spring 2383|Further yet further I may not extend my hand.--COWLEY. 2383|Fair Daffodils, too good for earth, 2383|How lovely is thy shining birth! 2383|Thy beauty is adorned with grass; 2383|Thy parentage is March, 2383|Thy sisters, and thy brother Daphne, 2383|For blessings take, and go their way 2383|That I may see and love them day by day. 2383|Come, then, sit down beneath the pine; 2383|Come, come, and let us spend the light, 2383|Before our minds become as dull a ray 2383|As the horizon is to the bright Sun's rising: 2383|The seasons are our own bright Sun, 2383|And what remains to us but love? 2383|O, there is joyance in thine eyes, 2383|O, there is life, and there is death; 2383|Come, my Corinna, come, come, 2383|For by thy light thyself is dead, 2383|And all thy leaves are brown and sere, 2383|And all thy lilies white. 2383|Come, come, let us make a fire of the grave, 2383|The grave where our forefathers repose, 2383|The grave where our forefathers repose, 2383|And by the light of our great Rose. 2383|We have children, we have virgins, 2383|We have in the midst of on high; 2383|With a cowl and with a voice of glee 2383|We call to each other, "Come, let us die!" 2383|Set we the wheel, let the weaver swing, 2383|It is for ever motionless; 2383|The falling ever water waits, 2383|And we will have thy heart's delight, 2383|Thy body, thy soul, thy body, 2383|And die, and leave it to the night. 2383|_Chorus._ If we must part, then take 2383|This life, that is so full of woe; 2383|If we must part, then take 2383|The life we see, and live 2383|Not long, but faster! 2383|_Lucy_, a nymph. 2383|Come all ye maidens, and lie down 2383|Before the judgment-seat: 2383|We have chosen of Adam this, 2383|That in this shadow we may sit, 2383|And bear our heavy sins along 2383|Through all the seven realms of song. 2383|Let's dance before the judgment-seat 2383|And be the light of this high heat. 2383|First dance till judgment-time arrive, 2383|Ye maidens, three and four; 2383|And let the judgment-seat be burned, 2383|Ye'll have our heritage for four. 2383|And let the three for four years three 2383|Lay ======================================== SAMPLE 972 ======================================== |Hasten to me a vision of fair women: 1365|And in my life, my hope, my wife, 1365|Thou shalt see the daughter of this man, 1365|And when death shall be, 1365|And the world be, the end. 1365|(A pause. Then the vision ceases. A dense darkness settles on the 1365|pale-faced moon) 1365|I saw him as he crossed the threshold of my life! To his vision 1365|there 1365|I seemed to stand upon the mountain, 1365|In the deep, mysterious night, 1365|With the lost, sad moon between me and the stars, 1365|And between me and the sea. 1365|And all the night, 1365|As he passed through these throngs of people, 1365|I saw a vision as of a woman 1365|Going to her death. 1365|She passed through my gate. 1365|Like a pale moon in the heavens, 1365|A red star crossed the sky. 1365|But ah, she was a dark, dark woman! 1365|And as her hands moved darkly, 1365|Their hands melted utterly, 1365|And my heart was wholly aching. 1365|Like a lost bell 1365|The moon crossed meadows and I saw it, 1365|And the lonely night I fled. 1365|Into an empty chill, 1365|Into an hour's burning beauty, 1365|Silent, forlorn, I sped. 1365|But the starry fire of evening 1365|Was burning in the west, 1365|Silent still at last, 1365|Silent I fled, 1365|Till it died away at last. 1365|It is the hour of twilight. 1365|We shall rise and go to bed! 1365|To sleep, to count, 1365|Will not my coming wait? 1365|To rise and rest, 1365|Will not my coming wait! 1365|In the evening, 1365|On the grey-cloudiest evening, 1365|Her shadow crossed my heart, 1365|Was never a rose to waken! 1365|And she cried: 1365|With the lone dark look of mourning-- 1365|The look, the wordless breath-- 1365|Was all at rest. 1365|With the white flower of sorrow 1365|In her face I wandered through; 1365|Through the years of a coming sorrow, 1365|I shall never rest till you. 1365|She stood beside the sea. 1365|And there were rocks and a shadowy thing 1365|In the sea: 1365|A stone in the water, 1365|With never a wave to sway, 1365|And the sea-weed on her hair 1365|And the rose in her face in her eyes: 1365|She stood and spoke, 1365|With her head upon my hand; 1365|And the suns were all about her, 1365|With the waves upon her head. 1365|And I went to land 1365|On the blue foaming tide, 1365|Where the cliffs are high and the breakers 1365|Toss into the sunlight-shower 1365|The inland meadow-land. 1365|Where the tide goes down, 1365|To the deepest deep, 1365|And the far seaward hollows 1365|Listen to the roar, 1365|And the far-off cries of the water 1365|Over her, like a breath, 1365|I follow, and follow far, 1365|To the harbour of my home. 1365|The sea! The sea! 1365|The sea! The sea! 1365|The sea! There! There! There! There! 1365|On the island in the bay! 1365|The land! the land! 1365|The sea! the sea! 1365|The sea! the sea! 1365|Ah, the sea! the sea! 1365|The sea! the sea! 1365|The sea! the sea! 1365|The gray-brown ships go sailing 1365|To the harbour of my home, 1365|To the harbour of my home. 1365|The harbor of my home! ======================================== SAMPLE 973 ======================================== and the brambles. 1365|The two remaining rulers 1365|Had raised the children from the dust 1365|In silence,--on thepillared stone 1365|They saw a little farther off, 1365|A little farther off, a little nearer, 1365|And on the pillared stone they saw a little 1365|Tall seigneur rising, the outline of the marble shaft, 1365|They knew to look alive. 1365|The whole world was alert and bold, 1365|As they advanced and looked toward the east, 1365|With the eye piercing as the great volcano 1365|Flashes upward in the azure of the sky. 1365|The outline, there, was but a loop of it; 1365|A chasm of jasper, round and round the neck 1365|Too rough to cleave, in that it seemed to yield 1365|A pearl or two with diamond. 1365|The upper seigneur was faint-colored, and 1365|The pattern, too, was but a pale-green tinge, 1365|A white streak or a scarlet. 1365|He was an olive in the sun, 1365|As he revolved and ranged the trees, 1365|And now he was a man, a youth, 1365|And now he grew up in fresh garb, bearing 1365|The yellow beard of oil. 1365|He wore an ancient calico, 1365|He had a collar rich and rare, 1365|A red ear thick and fair, 1365|A necklace gay of pearls, and here 1365|He had two flaming scarlet-stuffs, 1365|A scarlet coat, and here a shining sword, 1365|To keep all enemies in motion orderly. 1365|Here were the little hands, and here 1365|Were the blue eyes closed in wonder, 1365|And like a pale-green feather, they 1365|Sank back into its atmosphere, 1365|And rested from the busy chase. 1365|Then came another nymph, and he 1365|Was quite attracted by her eyes 1365|As if she saw a star, and said, 1365|"Nymph, this is something of the race 1365|Of Latmos must be ready this day!" 1365|She lifted him, and called him beautiful. 1365|"Tell me, thou silver scamp, tell me, 1365|What city is this, far from the land 1365|Where men are skilled and women wise?" 1365|"O Rome, the world is full of lies, 1365|And truth has a clear fount of lies; 1365|There lies thy Rome, and here the land 1365|Where men are skilled and women wise." 1365|"Hear me," she laughed, with laughing eyes, 1365|As he passed down the mountain side, 1365|"The tale of that old woman dead 1365|Is only but a legend. 1365|That queen of the red rose is she, 1365|The lovely queen of Italy, 1365|Whom men call great Gallipoli, 1365|King of the land and king of the sea. 1365|"She is not fair to look upon, 1365|As the fountains of the Nile, 1365|And Italy, when lovely-souled, 1365|Hearkeneth to a rumour told 1365|Of all her silken trappings. 1365|"Youth is she, as she has been 1365|Fair unto women, lovely-souled, 1365|With gold bright-hued, with beds of eglantine, 1365|Hides in an olive-fringed glade 1365|With green and purple berries. 1365|"She is to see her lord arise, 1365|The Fount of Life, the fairest bride 1365|Of queens, as she is womanly; 1365|And take her such a daughter. 1365|"But if she hath a gentle heart, 1365|As blithe as merry birds in May, 1365|She shall have honour shown to none. 1365|Such an one shall she honour too, 1365|The lovely lady of Italy, 1365|The lovely wife of Italy, 1365|Who, in the wars of Poictiers, 1365|In the doughty deeds of Mars ======================================== SAMPLE 974 ======================================== . 2622|_Tun prima facit fidides, 2622|Memento moro ex movero_. 2622|Neso sei, cito dolor 2622|Sola tuae dolor; 2622|Tum floribus nova non fuit. 2622|In luctantur, pauci, torpe, 2622|Turbabat bubiles, manet; 2622|In sommes vitamur, porpo 2622|Lludum mora est, procul 2622|Quod turtur cunctis, morimur, 2622|Quod tinctur toris, morimur. 2622|_Tantain two locks of gold, 2622|One wrought with plumb and mould._ 2622|A garland of this device is woven from an carving of one of the 2622|silken locks of two, of which the one is the only figure in the 2622|A black gown on the other is worn under a shawl of musk or 2622|_A gown of green, a hood of brown, 2622|A hood of brown, 2622|And a blue hood that shines like a beam of light._ 2622|The two begin together; and it is a sin to stand alone and to 2622|The two begin again together. The birds begin again, and the 2622|The two begin again. 2622|_The maiden walks the paths of the wood._ 2622|The maiden walks the wood. 2622|_The maid of the rose is spied._ 2622|The priest has carried her all the year before. 2622|_The maiden walks the wood._ 2622|_The priest has carried her all the year before._ 2622|The flower has come into bloom, and the rose has come into 2622|blush. 2622|_In the deep shade of this cave, 2622|The maid of the rose is spied._ 2622|The maid of the rose is spied._ 2622|I saw three kings to be kings, in crown, 2622|Three kingdoms three, three crowns in gold-- 2622|I took delight in everything, 2622|In everything, in every thing-- 2622|I took delight in everything, 2622|In everything, in every thing. 2622|I took delight in everything, 2622|In everything, in every thing. 2622|I took delight in everything, 2622|In everything, in every thing. 2622|I took delight in everything, 2622|In everything, in every thing. 2622|I took delight in everything, 2622|In everything, in every thing. 2622|I took delight in everything, 2622|In everything, in every thing. 2622|I took delight in everything, 2622|In everything, in every thing. 2622|I took delight in everything, 2622|In everything, in every thing. 2622|I took delight in everything, 2622|In everything, in every thing. 2622|I took delight in everything, 2622|In everything, in every thing. 2622|I took delight in everything, 2622|In everything, in every thing. 2622|I took delight in everything, 2622|In everything, in every thing. 2622|I took delight in everything, 2622|In everything, in every thing. 2622|I took delight in everything, 2622|In everything, in every thing. 2622|I took delight in everything, 2622|In everything, in every thing. 2622|I took delight in everything, 2622|In anything, in every thing. 2622|I took delight in everything, 2622|This present, this future, past, 2622|And that future, this very day, 2622|With just about this coming life, 2622|And about the next joyful day, 2622|When the thing I have made the best 2622|Will be brought before my eye 2622|By a silver, silver sea, 2622|And my tears will flow free, 2622|Like rainbows on the sea. 2622|_The Wind's Kind Fate 2622|If I had fallen in the rain 2622|And fallen soft as I found my way 2622|From the tree that split the spray, 2622|The tree had come down at ======================================== SAMPLE 975 ======================================== ; then the other one was all he had. 8789|From the old bull the rest beneath was hid, 8789|And so the hour was nimbler than before. 8789|Him Tullus, our first parent, we Minutus, 8789|And his son-in-law on that good ship, who came 8789|From Colchos, and who now is lash'd by us. 8789|We from the depth of the dark abyss, who lay 8789|Beneath the heavy-burden'd down, his eye 8789|Ooptipuus and Chiron, we beheld 8789|And everych of us; and so we nam'd them 8789|As in the bardies; for that song of yours 8789|I, as a wilettime desist, and drew 8789|No notes, but forth these o'er the breasters go, 8789|Where one is light, the other dark and dread. 8789|Onward we pass'd, o'er many a loft, the flame 8789|No Hebrew city making, nor the gulf, 8789|Nor glimmer of the shores on every side. 8789|As on the bulwark's utmost verge the hand 8789|Of tide and tempest, to the bridge- drew on, 8789|That, firmly moov'd by men, the fire was seen. 8789|Into our bridge by many a helmed ken 8789|We came, which at the top the friar guard 8789|Kept under darkness, for his eye still kindled 8789|Struggling with fire beneath. I do not think 8789|Thus dry and way was one, as I perceiv'd; 8789|But truly, for that burning I resum'd, 8789|Thence and the strain admonish'd I not saw, 8789|And the smoke curl'd upwards round the' other brink. 8789|Virtue supreme, that ever equaling flame, 8789|En densest hell, allur'd our travel, thus 8789|En rag'd, that fire alone, not after food 8789|Of th' other earth, will honour in the spring. 8789|His eyes still open'd on the eternal world: 8789|And thitherward he leads me, where the null 8789|Before I follow'd, to the bright Orphus, 8789|Who of the heavenly host is nearest, then 8789|As then most far hath led me. Yet I say 8789|And look for comfort yet. When, to the fount 8789|Of justice and sweet mercy, shall I come, 8789|The dear erectors will with joy receive 8789|My steps; and the renew'd shall be my voice, 8789|Which with his melody shall ever flow. 8789|Then of the wrong I say, and hast thou heard 8789|To what I now impart to thee, who chief 8789|In it as guide, arm'd me, as thou wouldst 8789|The other's woe do me." He answering thus: 8789|"Of the deprav'd Italian spirits 8789|I was not, ere the mind and reason's mess 8789|That mov'd me, were imparted to this height. 8789|But, why hath another, less remorse, 8789|And more exceeding bitter, in her ire 8789|Thus to tease on, than on the other's pain? 8789|Ill him redrest, his ire how ardently." 8789|I then: "As pleases thee to me is best. 8789|Thou art my guide, my master thou, and lord." 8789|A little space it gave me then to look 8789|Onward: and what thou sawest I write, and why 8789|It moveth whither.--Farinata: 8789|And, that thou mayst more tripshamely appear, 8789|And to the going spirits return." 8789|The enclosed and the retortedive souls 8789|With their leader's schism resum'd, like stuft 8789|The battle rejoicing: and thus then forth 8789|Discoursing, with voice, and besought 8789|"By thy renown give thanks, and thou thy name," 8789|Cried Beatrice, "wert on earth the gates 8789|"Of Italy, and shalt be in her ======================================== SAMPLE 976 ======================================== 1|To which thy hands have lent them. Pity then 785|Thy parents too, and hear the voice of woe 785|That oft we call posterity. A while 785|Thou listenest, and my heart is pitiless. 785|Now, since thou hast resumed thy mother's words, 785|And, hearing thy heart's whispers, hast become 785|Thy nurse's, and a captive's captive's prisoner, 785|I swear to thee that thus, in time to come 785|Thou shalt rejoice to find me still alive. 785|But I am yet so wretched. Let me live 785|Alone, because all this have been to me. 785|And yet to have thee closelier in my thought, 785|Be not afraid. I see a man that thou 785|Hath led thee to a new and deathlike life, 785|And now a fugitive; and still a babe, 785|A mother. I who see thee could not see-- 785|And still see others--this thou know'st indeed 785|To be thy father's shade, as thou must see. 785|I know the time has come. When thou shalt see 785|My first wife's face. O, then where is she now? 785|I know not where, nor he nor anything. 785|But I must hasten to her chamber straight 785|To die of hunger on my father's grave. 785|And, by my fancies, shall I not believe 785|That thou shalt see me in a living grave? 785|But, if I think it not, thou shalt behold 785|My tomb a blaze of fire, and in mine honour 785|My parents' bones be strewn with alien blood 785|From all their veins--methinks they are alive!" 785|So saying, on two sumptuous pillars he 785|Lay lifeless: soon the restless people drank 785|The nectar of their eyes, and scarce again 785|Their bodies could enjoy the empty air. 785|But while they looked on Death's cold bare black face, 785|They knew the day had come, and all was grey: 785|But, turning to the Child, their spirits found 785|Death silent standing, and they knew the time 785|Had come. Then, while the mother on them hung, 785|Fearing a thing impending o'er their head 785|In storm and fire, would they be lost to those, 785|And, with a piteous voice, their fate were sealed 785|In the deep darkening chamber of their bier. 785|Then, while their spirits sank beneath their fears, 785|Death laid them motionless. And now the sun 785|Grew fainter every way for they were dead, 785|And night by night each pathway they had trod 785|Till now. And now the dead men of the tomb 785|Grew grave indeed. But when the sun was set, 785|They brought their bodies in a vast array 785|To where within the arbour they abode 785|In that one place of slaughter and of tombs, 785|While others on the earth lay dead and flat. 785|And every man was cruel unto death, 785|And cried to Death in anguish and in grief. 785|And now the second year arrived. At last 785|The year and all the longer years came round, 785|And out of darkness and along the sky 785|They came upon the earth, and passed away 785|In little space, and felt with all a strange 785|New hope for them and hope. Then by the mound 785|As far as eye could see the dead man lay 785|His head down on his cold grey heap of clay, 785|They walked, and in the hollow tomb-stone cold 785|He knelt, and prayed that all the living things, 785|That they who had been in the fifth year alive, 785|Began to pray that he might thus be dead; 785|And they, contented in the placid peace, 785|Lived on the self-same grave, through which they went. 785|And ever since they thought that they should dwell 785|Deep in the deep, till came the appointed time 785|When, if the corpse be buried, let them say, 785|"Here lies a man who lived a thousand years, 785|And though he died the dingy mould is hung 785|With bleaching bones that covered bones and bones, 785|He lived ======================================== SAMPLE 977 ======================================== when I know, dear love, that I was born to such a clod as a 19385|"There is a land where the houses of the great and beautiful are 19385|"It is a beautiful land, but the sea it is sad and dreary 19385|"The days of my youth are short and the nights of December, and 19385|"There is a land where the trees are sighing and dimming, and the 19385|"Now I walk a dark path, and my mind is filled with strange 19385|"There is a great land, and it is good to wander therein with 19385|"There is a great land, but you bring no good tidings from that 19385|"Come to me, love, into the forest and wait for me." 19385|So she entered with a smile and passed from the forest. 19385|When I was young I was a gay pine forever hanging in the shade; 19385|I danced about the road and the bird of the wood were gone, and 19385|I sat and waited to meet the face of Death as of a good and 19385|bewildered thing of the earth--O fair, immortal, fair! 19385|So you came from all I loved, and had that beauty in your 19385|"O I am the wind that rises with threatening wings," she asked. 19385|And that is why I go to a happier world, as you come to me. 19385|I was only a little child, though only a little girl, and 19385|I went to the land of the suns and the wonders, and with me 19385|severed oceans and far off hills. 19385|"I roam, I wander to the south," she said, "and my journey is 19385|but a narrow strip of the sky. 19385|I go not on the silver wings of snow, with the wing of the 19385|wings, and I follow the secret influences of stars." 19385|I was weary of the mystery that came to me, and I went back to 19385|And I come from the land of the suns and the wonders, and that 19385|I came from the land of the suns and the wonders." 19385|And I said, "The mystery is not for me, but it is the light, 19385|"I seek the place of prayer, 19385|Where the wonderful world is hid, 19385|On the ground where the spirits have built their dwelling, 19385|"It is there," said I, "the eternal sun is shining, 19385|And I love, and I am loved." 19385|I looked out over the earth and said, "O love, the spirit 19385|"Why do you seek the sun, 19385|And the things that have no end, 19385|For the sun that is not here?" 19385|"Because I am the old man," I answered, "I am the weak old 19385|I have loved the very best, 19385|I have taken the best among my brothers, 19385|"And have buried him in caves, 19385|And shall buried him beside the dead: 19385|"Because I am the old man." 19385|But she only made reply. 19385|"Because I am the old man." 19385|So I came from the island in the mountain and in the sea; 19385|And my steps were as my steps, 19385|The stars that are the sky throughout my lifetime 19385|I travelled the world over; 19385|I travelled the earth in the search of a woman of my own desire; 19385|I have lived with a woman long, 19385|But my feet were as my feet, 19385|the staff of my age. 19385|It was my childhood that I carried through the sorrowful regions 19385|"I have cried, 'Thou hast no more,' 19385|it was I who was born; 19385|I went to my birthplace in the forest beneath the mountain 19385|hills; 19385|"I have been weeping with sorrow for the fair ones of heaven, 19385|I have been weeping with pain for the tender ones of my young 19385|time, 19385|"I have long lived in the dark, 19385|I have gone out on pilgrimage, 19385|My steps have been broken upon my steps, 19385|I have no welcome from land or from sea. 19385|"And ever after thou comest ======================================== SAMPLE 978 ======================================== and the old, the bright, the young, 1852|The fair, the fair of face and frame. 1852|Some held a mirror up to frame 1852|To make their love with every shame; 1852|And some had gems, and gold, and skill, 1852|And thought no wealth was left so ill; 1852|And some held colts which were of fame, 1852|And some had heralds of their name. 1852|But few, or none, could find content 1852|With the white book which held their rent. 1852|"A turnip and an Ode" was it, 1852|Though often, as we learn by day, 1852|It was a way of profit winning 1852|'Twixt him and his one friendless prey; 1852|To which the old man's smile, remaining 1852|In the boy's eyes, and not his repeating, 1852|Persuaded his sweet mood to give 1852|A look to those who saw and loved, 1852|And were so blest--but there's no f giving; 1852|And, 'mong the poor, 'tis not the good 1852|To see one's self in pocket; 1852|'Tis such a book that seldom we've 1852|Made wise beneath a counter spell, 1852|And, should we chance to rustle, or 1852|Be mute, 'twould print so fine a fell; 1852|But that's too rouge, or hard to bind; 1852|For there the book to all is clind. 1852|Yet I must say this reverend father 1852|Was not a child, a child at least-- 1852|Who thus had run a desperate race, 1852|And never had been stirring, or 1852|So stout a warrior in his place. 1852|But he was one, my mother dear, 1852|Who in the play would make us here. 1852|We, too, who in the world did take 1852|Such things and such unearned renown, 1852|Was few; and when, a schoolboy, here 1852|He took his seat, and, when a boy, 1852|Made up a novel writing, wrote, 1852|And said, "Lo, here the book, you quote." 1852|My mother was well, but she'd never 1852|Read a book in her sighted eyes; 1852|And when one thought, "For a woman to bite them, 1852|It seems they're as black as a crow." 1852|One ought to know, one ought to keep 1852|The truth of the truth of inside; 1852|The truth is, her books are red too 1852|And unswept, as she reads them, or leaves 1852|The truth to another, which she grieves. 1852|In short, she began to read, perhaps, 1852|And read it, I've heard it, for one 1852|Not quite correctly in the whole 1852|But maybe it was but one grown; 1852|And of course there was some little doubt 1852|About her mother's heart, and no 1852|The particular that made her own. 1852|But, all for the book's weak veil of night, 1852|I've never read anything more! 1852|A little old woman was wont to read, 1852|And she sat at her desk, and heard many things, 1852|She grew in attention to stories from birds, 1852|About little children, about her brother, her mother, 1852|About all things, and every bird singing; 1852|About all things, things only were these, 1852|And how many curious things there were, 1852|As a man might be listening for praise of his own 1852|And the joy of the others after all! 1852|I'd read of a certain old book, and I said, 1852|"Of things that had been are hardly amiss 1852|To read very well, and will not make slight, 1852|"For things that have grown are not really old, 1852|"And if such things have been they will never be told, 1852|"The things that had been are older and lesser, 1852|"And in them the wisdom of age is equal, 1852|"For when they're old you may see things have all ======================================== SAMPLE 979 ======================================== and the sea, 18396|The birds, my love, are on the wing, 18396|The moonbeams kiss, and the cuckoo sing, 18396|The wild swan, in the forest, 18396|The thrush, to the breast of the lake, 18396|To the wood-note wild and shrill; 18396|But, oh! there has fallen a spell 18396|Of hope o'er thee, love, so well! 18396|The shepherd has sought his flocks to flee, 18396|The fairy has snatched his flocks to flee, 18396|And now to the bank, with dance and song, 18396|He leads his lovely turtle along; 18396|And now to the bank so green, 18396|Where the moon-light shines in the crystal flood, 18396|With laugh and song, I wander along. 18396|How merrily, merrily, merrily 18396|The fairy-tales each other greet; 18396|Oh, how merrily they greet, 18396|As they kiss the shores of the lake so clear, 18396|The silver lake's aërial stair, 18396|And the silver cliffs of the lake so clear, 18396|And the dragon-guarded rock so clear. 18396|The night is dying, and it darkens; 18396|The owlet's home is on the earth-- 18396|My love so dear, my love so haunted, 18396|And I am dying, my beloved! 18396|"What have I done," the mother said, 18396|"Or left undone the devil's bed?"-- 18396|"Just as I said, but since I know 18396|There was one death, and there was none: 18396|I, mother, and the little child, 18396|And I've a husband far away, 18396|And he is dead, whate'er his end, 18396|Is kissin', kissin', kissin' love!" 18396|"Was I," the mother said, "so rich, 18396|And could myself so high a pitch?"-- 18396|"I was," the mother said, "so good, 18396|And I am dead, whate'er the good, 18396|But first I kissed your finger-tips, 18396|And you were kissin' me, my lips." 18396|"Ah, did you leave your home in peace, 18396|And did you find a woman's love, 18396|And did you take her to your breast, 18396|And was she kissin' me, my love?" 18396|"Nay, mother, not that, mother, not!" 18396|"No, never," said the mother, weak 18396|And blind and speechless to her speak. 18396|"She was a widow, and she had 18396|A home in heaven, and did not seek 18396|To rest there, for a weary time, 18396|From the heaven's gaze, my baby's prime. 18396|"Yet she was dear and loved and dear-- 18396|And did I say she loved me then? 18396|And have you been to God above 18396|So many years, and gone before?" 18396|My mother waked from sleep, and took 18396|Her little hand in _tref_ he shook: 18396|He wished to have me with him there, 18396|And then I kissed his little face-- 18396|And now, my mother--he was dead-- 18396|She kissed him cheek and chin. 18396|"So when he's there--I see him now-- 18396|She thinks by whom I bade good-bye-- 18396|This very morning at the bow 18396|I'll shoot him in the sky." 18396|"And do you know the wight you are?" 18396|"I know, my darling--this is she, 18396|That must so be a widow's child, 18396|And when with her I bide, 18396|I think it is a loving heart, 18396|And not a broken side." 18396|The wily mother held her still, 18396|And laughed a long farewell; 18396|And all that morning, through the dew, 18396|She sat her down to spell. 18396|"This morn I have not bide to ======================================== SAMPLE 980 ======================================== ._ | 31172|the King of the East. | 31172|The Lady of the castle. | 31172|from A Lady's window. | 31172|from Lady Diana's chamber. --(Girl) | 31172|a tragedy. 31172|from The Lady's window. | 31172|from The Lady's window. | 31172|from The Lady's window. G. 31172|G. Ed. | 31172|a tragedy. G. 31172|H. R. WI. 31172|The Forest of Eden B. 31172|The Forest of Eden 31172|The Forest of Eden CR. 31172|Holy Cross without canon G. 31172|Holder with Christ in the conflict CR., A. 31172|Eternal Waterfall CR., A. 31172|Fowl of Paradise, CR., G. 31172|In the Virgin's womb, which was made so deep, 31172|Eternal Waterfall did softly flow; 31172|So sweet, so wondrous, that the infant fell 31172|Before the marvels of its happy birth. 31172|And at that marvel's birth, and this marvel, 31172|The infant fell, and this did it espy; 31172|Then did it enter Heaven, and be made glorious; 31172|This wondrous infant fell asleep again; 31172|This infant fell asleep again; 31172|This holy infant fell asleep again; 31172|This infant fell asleep again; 31172|This infant fell asleep again; 31172|This infant fell asleep again; ======================================== SAMPLE 981 ======================================== . . . . 1365|S. . . . . . . 1365|S. . . . . . . 1365|He went like a meteor sweeping across the night. 1365|. . . . . . 1365|And you who have known him from nearer and nearer hears 1365|His stories of love and of sorrow and of wrong, 1365|And the voices of children, and the sob of the trees, 1365|And the song of the wind on the hillside as it goes,-- 1365|The wind that blows, and the sigh of the wind in the meadow, 1365|And the sigh of the wind in the tree, and the crying of the sea, 1365|And the cry of the river, and the cry of the sea,-- 1365|He comes. . . . . . . 1365|The wind in the tree, and the rain in the field, 1365|And the rain in the tree, and the rain in the cloud, 1365|And, oh, the roar of the wind on the sea, 1365|I hear him. 1365|As the voice of a child of the ages has long died away, 1365|Who listens to stories of old in their days of a modern day, 1365|So the voices have gone to the places where men listened then, 1365|For the echoes from age to age of their youthfulness and pride, 1365|Shall return to us all as the voices from age to age, 1365|To echo, and thrill in us, all of familiar voice. 1365|The wind in the tree, and the rain in the cloud, 1365|The rain in the cloud, and the wind in the cloud, 1365|Awakens and warbles, and laughs in our ears; 1365|And our heart, like our own, rises up with all years. 1365|We are old, we are young, we are haggard, we are old, 1365|We are worse than the best and the worse that we hold: 1365|The rains and the tempests are troublesome, 1365|And the winds that have maddened our mirth are unsuthorned; 1365|And the thunder has rent at the windows of heaven, 1365|And the lightning has streamed through the windows of hell,-- 1365|Then, then, go to sleep, 1365|Or else it will rain, 1365|Or else it will die, 1365|And be buried with earth for a new, a new sun. 1365|It was a summer eve, as the winds sped, 1365|And the far-off huntsmen's song swept through 1365|The long, long sweep of the sounding hare: 1365|It was a summer eve, while the winds fell 1365|'Mid the stir of dreams that the hound and the hound 1365|Had laid upon the hound; and there was no sound 1365|To the faint, low cheats of the winds that wore 1365|The lisping speech of the summer night 1365|On the dead man's lips, or the hum of the bee 1365|That in her sleep lay snug: and a music-ho 1365|Of a rake in the rattlesnake's pattering 1365|And the howling of the hound, as he ran, 1365|Had a tang in the nightingale's drum. 1365|And there, on the edge of the morning's sky, 1365|That lightly floats about like a phantom river, 1365|Rome stood up with a crash, and the air was still: 1365|She was stifled, and shook like a ghost in a dream. 1365|And a mouth in the East, and a hound in the air, 1365|And a ghost in the clouds that swooped with a roar; 1365| ======================================== SAMPLE 982 ======================================== and the little children 1365|Laughing aloud as if they could see her, 1365|Like a spirit that moves with its music in the wind. 1365|The old nurse had said it; she knew it, and it was plain; 1365|And in like manner she knew the Lord of the main 1365|Would provide a new house for us in the rain. 1365|And so in the storm she was busy and warm, 1365|And from her soft hand caused a peace to the storm; 1365|And she said: "My child, I will give thee a charm. 1365|Come, my little one, with me and the night, 1365|And my love, my darling, and all thy delight 1365|In this little room, for the angels to spin on." 1365|A heart without fear, a heart within drouth, 1365|A withered heart that fails to move, 1365|For the night of the coming of love. 1365|And the child's sweet laughter could not be repeated, 1365|And he would not turn his face away; 1365|Yet he felt, and would not turn it away, 1365|Though the tender heart in the fire of yesterday 1365|To a greater glory there could not fling it, 1365|Though the child's sweet laughter could fling it away. 1365|This is the truest of truest thoughts 1365|That is the deepest of acts; 1365|That is the sweetest and lovingest of all 1365|That is the world-felt grief of all; 1365|Some day it will be overcast! 1365|And all at once the winter and summer, 1365|Change, and the wild winds' rage and strife, 1365|Make men forget the beauty of motherhood, 1365|The sacred, fearless, untried souls of one another; 1365|And the child's sweet laughter, when they look on his mother, 1365|Will bring sweet thoughts of peace and rest. 1365|It is not growing like a tree, 1365|A tree whose boughs above me spread, 1365|Whose boughs drop down from either tree 1365|A sweet and tender green is spread; 1365|But straight and round, straight and straight, 1365|It bears high bloom and balm to all, 1365|High, straight, and round, straight and straight, 1365|The beautiful, the beautiful. 1365|Birds all the sunny day, 1365|Sing this high, sweet song of May. 1365|When the morning wakes the hill 1365|Its shade in the valley lies; 1365|When the evening breezes fill 1365|The hollows of the pines; 1365|When all the blue sky stands 1365|Empty, calm, and close, 1365|Patiently the birds sit still 1365|Waiting for the dawn; 1365|Waiting, all the sunny day, 1365|Looking back, and forth. 1365|But the gray great Sun, above, 1365|Cannot see the earth as though 1365|Shut against him in a sleep; 1365|Shrink, then, from thy work, and go 1365|Where thy morning Sunbeam is, 1365|Waiting, with the silent prayer 1365|Of the Evening Star in air. 1365|But within thy quiet home, 1365|Where no earthly thing is seen, 1365|Fear not, O beloved Night, 1365|Worth awakening, and bright; 1365|Come to us, we mourn thy dark, 1365|Weep no more for wasted love; 1365|Come, for thoughts of earth are dark, 1365|And a lonely heart is still, 1365|Waiting for the dawn-wind's will. 1365|From the edge of a precipitous chasm, that juts out 1365|of the desolate water, and over it flows, 1365|and silently gains on, and the eddies gently behind it 1365|till they gently are lost, and there is no outlet to it, 1365|so it gurgles outward along that belt of water. 1365|There are rushes coming down into the chasm, 1365|and whirlpools and willows will soon overflow it, 1365|and chasm and the bank of it soon will be utterly 1365|gloomy ======================================== SAMPLE 983 ======================================== in silence, and the night was still, 6130|And veiled the island from the solar ray. 6130|The sun was setting: not to his delight 6130|The Greeks retired, and in the genial night 6130|Ascended to the fleet. Meantime each band 6130|Their course o’erlooked; and on the sandy strand 6130|The ships assembled, and the navy stood, 6130|And bold defiance to surrounding foes, 6130|Discharged from every quarter on the foe 6130|With storm-swift arrows; while the warrior’s brows 6130|The storm of battle on the decks arose. 6130|As on some headland, where the vapour lies, 6130|The glimmering warrior’s inward fires arise, 6130|He viewed, while all their fiery points combined, 6130|The smoke and blaze, the death, combined, refined, 6130|The fierce effulgence of the warring mass, 6130|So sternly fell the Greeks: the shouts arise, 6130|And clouds of arrows from their hands arise. 6130|As the bold eagle o’er some distant coast 6130|Shuts forth his beaked darts, and drives the foaming host 6130|Down to the sea; while all the rest in vain, 6130|With weapons fiercer than the lightning’s bane, 6130|And with their arrows and with shields o’erthrew; 6130|So fell the warriors, while the ships pursued, 6130|As thick as swarm the spears, to the Ajaces two. 6130|The stern-browed Grecians, with a sullen frown, 6130|Now fired the fleet, now scattered on the town 6130|Struck down with stones, and piled the piles above. 6130|As when two hounds, by fierce Ægisthus’ son 6130|Assailed, or by the might of Hercules undone, 6130|In some thick grove, a boar’s right ham shall tear 6130|The lofty oak, and hide the boar from view, 6130|And lodge him trembling on the lonely hills; 6130|While the strong helm, with fissure seen before, 6130|To the vast circus bears the flying boar, 6130|Shrieking, and hounding deep with horrid cries, 6130|Through her seven cities through the air she flies: 6130|Till, dying, from the ships the king descends, 6130|And his own chariot with the rest descends. 6130|Haste, friends! the wheels, and to the fleet convey 6130|The ponderous burden; o’er the beaked bay 6130|The tide-hoarp sounds; loud rings the dreadful sound; 6130|The rocks re-echo round their thundering sound. 6130|With joy approach’d the Trojan troops, and press 6130|The warrior’s bones: no javelin could the less; 6130|For as they rallied, fierce as Mars they stood: 6130|And now lay silent, and as fiercely bled 6130|The Greeks and Trojans, as their javelins sped. 6130|Now lay the king, lay dead the prince, and now 6130|In dust dishonour’d, and by Greeks subdued; 6130|Now falling, now in death and honour spent. 6130|But when the fatal moments closed in view, 6130|The godlike Paris, from his chariot flew. 6130|Through the thick files he pierced; his eyes oppress’d 6130|With secret horror all the war resum’d. 6130|As when a torrent sweeps athwart the sea, 6130|Till all the rivers are deserted by 6130|Thundering from high hills, a fountain foams, 6130|(Such was their rage) and mingles with the main; 6130|The waves he pours into the face again; 6130|So in his rapid progress fell the towers, 6130|Thus o’er the Greeks with such a crash he falls. 6130|While he recoiled, the fate of that foul day 6130|Fill’d Hector’s mind with sad reflections lay. 6130|As when the cloud-beaked pelicans with dread 6130|From the high mountains shake off winter’s dread, ======================================== SAMPLE 984 ======================================== the sun and the moon and the stars, 27441|Whilst a Voice stood hush'd on the dusky height, 27441|And a trembling cry fill'd the farthest skies 27441|Ere the morning broke on the hills of light. 27441|And she shone with the sun, and the star-shine clear, 27441|And she murmur'd a prayer and a requiem sang, 27441|And the long bright Summer departed in the year. 27441|Oh, the happy days departed! 27441|Oh, the golden-bough'd and grey! 27441|And the hearts that swore, and the heads that harried, 27441|Seem'd as gay as they that pay. 27441|Yet a few remain, in the circle of Fate, 27441|Whose bliss is ours and who are our own: 27441|The joy, the grief, which is ours too late; 27441|The hope, the joy that is ours too late. 27441|She stood, a phantom upon the verge 27441|Of the dying light, pale as the night, 27441|And heard the cries and whispers break 27441|From the shore the last dull voice of her. 27441|A voice came through the silent room, 27441|Whose echoes roll'd from floor to floor, 27441|And a little wind went down the gloom, 27441|And the wind was chill, and the rain was loud. 27441|She look'd to her chamber, as one who long 27441|Has pond'rously been watch'd in vain 27441|Since the birth of light to her eyes it brought; 27441|But the wind was hushed--and the rain was loud. 27441|She look'd on the roof, and the roof was still, 27441|And no wind disturb'd the silent room; 27441|She made no moan, but shut the sill, 27441|And she stirless slept on the chimney-hearth. 27441|Then, with a quiet passage as she heard, 27441|And a tremulous step as if afraid, 27441|She crept to the bed that she moan'd to hear; 27441|The voice being still, and the wind awoke. 27441|The wind was hushed, but its moan she hush'd, 27441|And it whisper'd softly, faint and low; 27441|And she heard the moan of the wind being still'd; 27441|But the wind was hushed, and it stirr'd her soul. 27441|And she felt the tears; and her cheek grew red; 27441|The voice went sorrowful, and the tears; 27441|She could but have mourn'd as she lay for dead: 27441|But the wind was hushed, and she turn'd to tears. 27441|And she lifted a hand, and she felt the air, 27441|And the voice pass by in a magical way; 27441|And she took the hand of a lover, bent 27441|On dying, with a love that seem'd to be, 27441|So strange, that the words she dared scarce utter, 27441|And the face that wan'd in her heart lay dead; 27441|For the wind had hushed, and the clouds were furled, 27441|And the chill grey wind had awaken'd 27441|The bitter sea, and it seem'd to have stirr'd 27441|The soul of the wind from sleep, and stirr'd 27441|The limbs of the wind to the boughs that cover 27441|The naked soul of a dead maid's lover. 27441|And the storm came soon; and she felt it come 27441|As the bright light touch'd each separate star 27441|From the dark; and a light came from the gloom, 27441|But the wind was hushed, and she lay and stirr'd: 27441|And she felt the sigh, and the touch, and the tone, 27441|As it said to her, in her dream and moan, 27441|'Oh, the wind is hushed, and the rain is done! 27441|'I am weak; but I will arise and roam; 27441|I shall seek my rest at the open door, 27441|And my last thought will speak: 'I am more 27441|Than you are.' There was nothing of wind or sea, 27441|Save the surge she heard, and she felt the strain, 27441|As it ======================================== SAMPLE 985 ======================================== _,--in which the poet in his original has, like Pope, 25340|somewhat similar in his genius. 25340|_Odio_, or _Parnassus_, which, in other words, is not the 25340|But although the real poetry of Pope must have been extremely 25340|comprehensive, it also predilection. 25340|And it would naturally appear that no poetry could be a complete 25340|If they had any relation to Pope's originality, they might 25340|permit other works in praise of him to whom they are not, and to 25340|But the most important condition of Pope is that he made use of 25340|English and American poetry, which he had in view before. It is so 25340|correspondingly in Julian House, beginning at the beginning of the 25340|contemporary-7, he publishulated, and almost entirely 25340|everywhere. As Mr. Pope had been at great expense and had been 25340|continually speaking, and had been there to hear the exquisite 25340|But there came a change of condition: as soon as he had felt the 25340|The difference in opinions was impossible, the difference between 25340|panegyric and the want of good. 25340|corresponding parts of his intellect could not be shown by his 25340|contemporaries. 25340|But the knowledge which the muse meant for was deeper than any 25340|corresponding to the argument of a modern poet. 25340|The apprehension which he had, however, is difficult to Dante. 25340|panegyric, and therefore is there little more difficult to 25340|character), the more exact, to say that the whole of the 25340|contrast in the essence of his thoughts and feelings expressed his 25340|distress, which is, in the order of the dispositions, more 25340|proportion to the measure of his power, in order to make the 25340|_principally_ beautiful, more transcendental beauty, than the 25340|produced with the combination of its objects. He first saw 25340|In the two last the powerful idea is that he has spoken with 25340|proportion to his power. 25340|comprehensive effects, as the objects of an imagination; but I 25340|endeavour the more extensive and engaging representation of the 25340|idealizing the particular beauties of the imagination by their 25340|If, then, if by any means one possesseth one reality, the 25340|In this patriotic view of the literary world, there are two 25340|"Hail, Almighty Sire! Do thou 25340|On thy celestial throne in heaven swing, 25340|And o'er the nations hail the Son of God, 25340|Light as the air, shade soft on flowery sod." 25340|The following account of the four last books of Dr. Johnson's 25340|The infant year is well-nigh o'er, 25340|Its course is hast'ning to the close; 25340|What time, like autumn's leaf, it fades, 25340|And all the air is chill with snows! 25340|Yet still my thought, in dreary rest, 25340|Is wandering on, forlorn and pale; 25340|Nor can these eyes, so full of woe, 25340|Find here a bright September glow: 25340|Even now, with grief my heart is moved, 25340|And heavy with my load of pine, 25340|There is a season I love best, 25340|As pilgrims, when the way they take, 25340|Return to cross their journey's brink, 25340|Seek for the spot where it doth seek; 25340|And, mingled with the other shades, 25340|Seek out a bright September shades. 25340|What should we do? When will that be? 25340|What should we say, O Lord, in death? 25340|'Tis done,--the fatal day of death, 25340|Which even in pain must suffer sighs; 25340|'Tis time within our bleeding hands, 25340|'Tis only then our frail hands cry, 25340|"Thou canst destroy us and we die." 25340|Then let the weary man rejoice, 25340|And cheer us with a cheerful voice: 25340|"Thy will be done!" with downcast head ======================================== SAMPLE 986 ======================================== with his foot,-- 1141|But they would never fall. 1141|They would have been immortal, 1141|Never an inch of ground; 1141|But they were such a glorious 1141|Elephant to found. 1141|Won't you come back to me? 1141|I will write no epistle, 1141|No epistle, no monny, 1141|To tell you of the reason,-- 1141|Why you are here,--in London. 1141|Come back, and be as happy 1141|As I once was,--been happy 1141|A long time as I am. 1141|The clouds are not a-bed, the wind is not a-bed, 1141|I cannot breathe, though I can dream no more; 1141|I would not think the time away,--how many a one, 1141|How many a one, with whom I could adore? 1141|The waves lie still, and not a breath can stir 1141|The waters, or a boat goes drifting in its wake; 1141|The birds are silent in their leafy bower, 1141|And on the grass no busy bee can dine: 1141|The merry birds are flown and all for ever silent, 1141|The flowers are put to school, and all for ever voiceless. 1141|Come back! come back! come back! 1141|O the snow lies on the ground, 1141|And the wind blows from the north, 1141|And is silent in its place. 1141|And in the lost March weather 1141|The birds are singing together, 1141|And with their song on to sing 1141|There was an old man who lived in a shack, 1141|That could not withstand the wild weather. 1141|His wife was a lady inside the Strong Vine, 1141|And when she was gone this old man was well. 1141|She went on her errand to follow a mouse 1141|And she sat all alone in her cell. 1141|Old Man, you have nothing to put me to harm,-- 1141|Nothing to put me to pains. 1141|I know I have nothing, you know I have nothing, 1141|Nothing but toys for my play; 1141|Though you sit all alone, you go on and I'll tell you 1141|I am a mouse,--and I'm dull. 1141|I saw you last week. It's a long moon ago, 1141|And the children have gone to school; 1141|But the old man in the tree 1141|Is more kind than they to me. 1141|Old Man, what is it makes you sit down and sing, 1141|Singing as if you would go to a banquet? 1141|Though I sit all alone, I have something to bring, 1141|Something that will comfort my heart. 1141|The old man in the tree 1141|Is more kind than they to me; 1141|Though I sit all alone,-- 1141|Singing, singing all alone,-- 1141|Singing, singing all alone,-- 1141|Singing, singing all alone,-- 1141|Singing, singing all alone,-- 1141|Singing, singing all alone,-- 1141|Singing, singing all alone,-- 1141|Singing, singing all alone,-- 1141|Singing, singing all alone,-- 1141|Singing, singing all alone,-- 1141|Singing, singing all alone,-- 1141|Singing, singing all alone,-- 1141|Singing, singing all alone,-- 1141|Singing, singing all alone,-- 1141|Singing, singing all alone,-- 1141|Trying, singing all alone,-- 1141|Singing, singing all alone,-- 1141|"Singing, singing all alone,-- 1141|Singing, singing all alone,-- 1141|Sing, singing all alone,-- 1141|Singing, singing all alone,-- 1141|Sing, singing all alone,-- 1141|"Singing, singing all alone,-- 1141|Singing, singing all alone,-- 1141|Singing, singing all alone,-- 1141|Sing, singing all alone,-- 1141|"Singing, singing all alone,-- 1141|Singing, ======================================== SAMPLE 987 ======================================== . 1287|With the sun, and with the dew, and with the morning skies, 1287|He came! And he, whose voice is like a torrent, hears 1287|The rush and roar of rivers rending from his ears. 1287|At his approach the tempest flings upon the sea 1287|Heavens of the earth and ocean, in a shower and blast, 1287|Like a black pitch-cloud on the mountain-tops it cast. 1287|But now in turn he comes, and now with dashing roar 1287|He calls on his auxiliaries, the sons of God, 1287|And the whole earth is troubled at his voice once more. 1287|A great rock, in whose deep bosom all the storms 1287|Are driven by the southern blast, stands in the path 1287|Of the south-west; a hundred streams foams white beneath, 1287|All the trees meet together, and the fields and woods 1287|Quiver in joy, as if in punishment to blast 1287|The boughs whereunder burst the tree-trunks. 1287|A hundred forces rush at him, and his bones 1287|Are dashed together painfully by blinding sleet 1287|And arrowheads. He lies, naked and crushed, 1287|Among the herds that feed; and in his face 1287|The battle clash and cry of the north wind daunts 1287|The glittering forest. 1287|Forth, then, ye men, 1287|Leading the red man's blood, ye must draw near 1287|A strong man in advance. When first the blood 1287|Gains from his heart its impulse, in his age 1287|It rises and leaps out, and in his veins 1287|Gushes the blood forth, he will know the cause. 1287|And he will follow, for the race is good, 1287|And bravely for his country shall he go, 1287|Ready to come and live. 1287|A swift step 1287|Shall start up all; then shall the ghastly foe, 1287|Shook and imprisoned, rise to meet his doom; 1287|A strong man, crouching, in whose presence dread 1287|The lion's anger sleeps. 1287|And when amid the storm, 1287|Low on his neck he lies in awful strength, 1287|A writhing mass of panting teeth shall beat 1287|His breast, and his limbs fail. His eyes shall meet 1287|The shock of fiery eyes and writhing flank, 1287|And he will feel it, though he cannot speak, 1287|The roar of his own heart, the bitter mock 1287|Of his own heart. 1287|Then will he speak 1287|Unto himself in anguish: "O beloved trees, 1287|O forests dreaded under savage suns, 1287|Whose tops now shake with tremulous arms, and shake 1287|With bloody blasts, be witnesses indeed 1287|Your unoffending multitude! O rocks, 1287|By whose arms have ye builded the fair temple 1287|Of the Immortals! and ye mountains, turned 1287|To fury by a demon! Shapeless stones, 1287|By whose awful voice ye called dread ocean forth, 1287|And with your green earth covered matting earth 1287|To sepulchre! I will be your friend, and lead 1287|Your wandering sisters over the wide world, 1287|And you will grant to me sweet home, and flowers, 1287|And a sea-king's pomp, and green grasses raised, 1287|And trees of your luxuriance! and I fleet 1287|On the wild wind with my bark, and the wild wind 1287|Beating my vessel to her rest. There I 1287|Will wander through the wilderness, and reach 1287|Your beautiful green groves, and drink the sweet 1287|Lands of cool shady thickets, where the eye 1287|Sees you enameled wide, and the trees shoot 1287|Their heads aloft, like diamond javelins, 1287|Loving the sun. There, laden with milk, 1287|By soft-curtained streams, with the swift honey-comb, 1287|Lemnent with bees, will I lie down to sleep, 1287|And, wrapped in tender blankets, sleep at last ======================================== SAMPLE 988 ======================================== --or they call her his mother. 31314|Then a light of day set in the sky, 31314|And all the works of the night were done; 31314|Then a light of morn set in the hills, 31314|And all of the work that the Sun had meant 31314|To make the world, as a flower, to grow 31314|All sparkling with love and beauty, so 31314|They made, without the least flaw or defect, 31314|A beautiful garden--the beautiful ground-- 31314|And a garden of flowers all round it bound. 31314|Then up and over the hedges went 31314|A boy who shouted aloud, and beat 31314|His head--and the wind, he did not know-- 31314|And the little wind was glad, and sweet, 31314|And happy, and happy and fleet. 31314|The boy's voice came, and, lightly tossed, 31314|Pierced the blossoms overhead; 31314|And he cried, "O, like a little child 31314|My home is in Paradise!" 31314|In the still watches of night, 31314|When the quiet stars are red, 31314|And the chilly wind is still, 31314|In the garden, and you and me 31314|Drank, I sat--my heart was full-- 31314|And the little wind played hide and seek, 31314|And the yellow flowers dropped in dew, 31314|And my hair was gray and wet. 31314|Then he stooped with a heavy stroke 31314|And lay once more on his knees, 31314|And we watched him crouch and shake. 31314|The flowers almost danced themselves, 31314|And a shadow slipped and slipped; 31314|We could hear him as he stooped-- 31314|And the shadow slipt from the trees. 31314|Then, with a voice that was trembling like 31314|The breaking of the day, 31314|He spoke--"My dreams, and I hear you 31314|Sitting under the stars. 31314|"You--you vague idealist? 31314|You--you coward with a dream? 31314|You--you coward with the scheme?" 31314|But no! 31314|He was happy--you coward you. 31314|And, like a man in the dark 31314|He cursed, and lost his way; 31314|And there was no help in the day, 31314|He walked on the dusty way 31314|To the end of a quiet room; 31314|He was happy--you coward you. 31314|But now, when my dreams were done, 31314|And the dreams came and went, 31314|And you leaned to me in the dusk 31314|With that sweet-bitter, caressing air 31314|Which always wins content. 31314|It was good to hear him then 31314|Clapping his wings and dreaming. 31314|It was good to know that songs 31314|Are only the things that seem-- 31314|For only the things that fancy brings. 31314|But this is a secret dream; 31314|And the birds will come and sing, 31314|And the stars will sing again, and we'll roam apart in the West 31314|Where the sun goes down at dawn 31314|Through the valleys. 31314|And the birds will come and sing, 31314|And the sun go down in the west-- 31314|And you will come at last 31314|Through the shadows. 31314|And the light will die from the trees, 31314|And the shadows fall from the clouds, 31314|And the flowers will nod in the breeze, 31314|And the birds will sing in the clouds, 31314|And the dear, dead stars will laugh in the sky in the dawn on the 31314|night, 31314|And the quiet birds will sigh in the dawn, and the birds will 31314|sing a song. 31314|Come when the lark is swinging his wet wing against the rose, 31314|Come when the wind blows over the lake and gushes forth 31314|Each little gleam of hope in every little blade, 31314|And from dawn to night unwind the yellowing leaf 31314|That rusts and trembles to a golden gleam; 31314|And come when day is broken in the shadow of the hills ======================================== SAMPLE 989 ======================================== |And what is there for them? 23245|"It is our Lord,"--and everything. 23245|"It is His plan,"-- 23245|"It is His task,"--I told him,--so. 23245|And why did He let these things go? 23245|Why did He, in a drunken dream, 23245|Cuddle his hands and look at me 23245|With his exalted brow? 23245|"He is the Master and the Man." 23245|And then I said: "It can be he! 23245|And he is mine! He is alone! 23245|I give Him rest and love for me!" 23245|And then I answered: "I will find 23245|The task for you." And thus I spake 23245|In tones of earnestness the while 23245|Said I: "In vain is all my love 23245|Ungraced, and proof are all my prayers." 23245|When God, our God, gave us this Cross, 23245|The only certain Way of life, 23245|That we should find Him in the Cross, 23245|To lead us safely to the Cross! 23245|I closed my eyes at last,--with awe; 23245|I held my breath,--forlornly I tried 23245|My soul to baffle if I saw. 23245|My life was far from purest things; 23245|My feet were set upon the road 23245|That maddened duty like a breath, 23245|And left me here. I stood upon 23245|The cold, clear ground of life and mind, 23245|The cross,--and nothing on the earth 23245|Was lost or won save this, and that, 23245|And yet,--God made me Christ,--I found! 23245|The path wound through the desert. 23245|I came from out the desert. 23245|God gave me,--Christ--and I have gone! 23245|And here, though but the scattered flowers 23245|That die upon the Prophet's grave, 23245|My feet had left the flowers: 23245|I held them up in to my life; 23245|But they have blossomed,--knowing well 23245|That, where a soul's beat in the breast, 23245|The heart finds no rest. 23245|I sought the mountain, the precipice, 23245|The wilderness; the desert; the land; 23245|The silence; and the solitude. 23245|The palms that lay upon the shore; 23245|And the sea, the blackness; and the darkness; 23245|And the rain, the rain, the wind; and the light; 23245|And the silence in the falling night; 23245|And in the land, the city-shadows; 23245|And the only song of the sea, 23245|The night--the winds are all alone, 23245|And nothing is heard but the broken-hearted, 23245|And the nightingale alone. 23245|"Oh! why should I have died, dear love, 23245|Into the coming years, 23245|When years like his shall be as few 23245|As they have left no tears? 23245|And how should I have lived, dear love, 23245|So long as you should see 23245|Such friends of my to you, dear love, 23245|So many times as I. 23245|Alas! I long for the full joys 23245|To which my heart is bound. 23245|For your sweet sake it is not worth 23245|The joys that never were; 23245|For the life it bears is a life 23245|Far other life than this. 23245|Alas! I long for the glorious hope 23245|Of years, days, nights, and days! 23245|And a life of worth, if it may last, 23245|The world yet loves its praise. 23245|Alas! I long for a quiet home, 23245|All for the heart's new needs, 23245|And a nest of love, which no world will make, 23245|For the world that lives behind; 23245|And the world of the weary wayworn feet 23245|Find rest in the pathless skies. 23245|And, oh! I long for a quiet grave, 23245| ======================================== SAMPLE 990 ======================================== |"They are in haste to send their way, and when 27221|They would return again, they must take up 27221|A powdery Moses who at last blows out." 27221|"They will return," the maiden said, "and see 27221|If we return; then shall thy servant go, 27221|And tell my mistress she will come with thee." 27221|"Yes, Lady, thou must come; we must away; 27221|My mistress comes--and waits below the tower-- 27221|Be speedy then, and with officious care 27221|Bid the proud Persian backward-straining go." 27221|Full of this fair eventful speech the maid 27221|Suffus'd herself, and thus began to say: 27221|"Before the Lords in yonder vault appear 27221|The pride and glory of our house and realm; 27221|All our pompous court is in that town, 27221|And we in it will share the joyous feast. 27221|If so, my lord; and let us not forget 27221|That we have treat it with so fair a mien; 27221|I will content me in this modest town, 27221|With all the blessings that our blessings mean. 27221|The princes and the princes all assembled 27221|To hear this speech, which made the dames so blithe; 27221|The country and the country had been wright, 27221|Their wealth and safety all would have requited; 27221|But we have news, which to their grief they bore, 27221|And in these chambers will in safety bear." 27221|Then said the good Sir Bors, "I hear the news 27221|That you have brought me from the green-wood shade." 27221|"To you," replied the good Sir Bors, "tell me, 27221|Why the poor widow thus stands trembling on, 27221|To come into this town, and we have seen 27221|Her we have been from England long ago; 27221|And now, alas! I see her flesh and blood 27221|Destru'd to bloody war, and all her joy. 27221|Why all this labour and this solitude?" 27221|"Hear then my servant, and I will relate 27221|How I have found some ease in this affair; 27221|All things are here afford to end my days:" 27221|-- Smiling he said, "without the least delay 27221|My luckless wandering to repose I bring. 27221|But, if I find you wandering here, or lost, 27221|Or travelling in another land, attend; 27221|Forget not then to tell me all the pain; 27221|Enough to bear the heathen in your train." 27221|The Knight replied, "I cannot choose but hear; 27221|I would not for the loss of dear Sir Bors, 27221|But gladly would I gain his wished shores." 27221|The dame replied, "Then tell me; for I know 27221|I am a miserable miserable wight, 27221|Worn out with grief, and full of inward fear; 27221|Small is the power that a poor wanderer 27221|Enfolds, and holds to his unhappy master; 27221|Who, whilst he knows not how ill-satisfied, 27221|Doth long and sorely for his mistress pry; 27221|Masters the poor, and stewards the rich hall. 27221|'Tis but a moment I to church repair, 27221|And there make known to few who are not there. 27221|No matter how much income is exprest, 27221|If those within consent to ask for rest: 27221|And if for that my Master is inclin'd, 27221|I have him will most joyfully provide." 27221|"Now, now, dear master," said the gentle queen, 27221|"This is your joyful hope, and not my mirth; 27221|Of all his servants will I make your lord: 27221|To you belongs the honour and reward: 27221|Your honour always with good pleasure end, 27221|And what he gives to you is still my care: 27221|No longer I would have such pleasure, I; 27221|And therefore, dearest friend, I ask no more." 27221|--"Thou dost well to me," the lovely fair reply, 27221|" ======================================== SAMPLE 991 ======================================== of a flower on the tree 37804|That gives our hearts to you. 37804|The summer is gone and the roses are on the land; 37804|No more will he wander away to the rest; 37804|The dewdrops their opal bed spread, and the nightingale's 37804|call, 37804|To fetch the dew-written letters with the dew-written letters 37804|From the brown leaves of an oak, that all autumn has kept 37804|Its buds and its blossoms of crimson and white: 37804|The nightingale sang for the love-song, and wakened in dream 37804|The wild roses were opened, and all their leaves were 37804|opened; and over all the grass there was never a wind to come, 37804|And the wild roses were dead, and the broken leaves were 37804|there, 37804|The sweet wild roses that winter has wrapped warmly around 37804|The wooded hill-slopes, their delicate beauties were 37804|thick with the dew; 37804|And the winds sang the same old lullaby to the trees, 37804|The same old sweet song whose answer is still 37804|The same old song the Spring sang us from the tree. 37804|O, who will dry the tears that flow for my sake? 37804|O, who will dry them that they burn in my eyes? 37804|O, who will dry them that the eyes 37804|are not sad? 37804|It is a song the Summer has blown for me. 37804|O, who will dry those tears that will not fall? 37804|O, who will dry them that the eyes 37804|are not sad? 37804|O, who will dry them that are never sad? 37804|Life has many flowers, but each one 37804|has, a thorny crown, 37804|And never a flower that has life enough 37804|for anything: 37804|Life has never enough gold or silver or silver or gold 37804|to hold, 37804|But every leaf falls except it be, and I know it is gold 37804|and gold. 37804|I know a land enchanted that was made for 37804|dwelling with the flowers; 37804|A land of honey and dreams and fragrance and 37804|glories and showers; 37804|Of froth and gleaming light and glamour and 37804|pearled and crystal towers; 37804|Of dawn and twilight and starlit glamour and 37804|flame and color and gleam; 37804|And now I know a land that is hidden and fair 37804|for me and dreams. 37804|But it is not a land of glamour and amber, nor 37804|a glamour or a scent; 37804|The heart is an elixir and the vision an 37804|odd world of content; 37804|There are no lands of song that I dare not name 37804|that I would sell; 37804|Far in the sunset there is a ruby, and I 37804|am glad and glad with them. 37804|And out of fragrant glimmer a little land 37804|doth seem to gleam and gleam; 37804|It is the gold of the gold of an opal 37804|and the crimson of the dream; 37804|For the heart is an elixir and the dream is 37804|an elixir rare; 37804|It is the gold of an opal and the scarlet 37804|of the rose's hair. 37804|And out of fragrant quinces and olives, 37804|the scent of the rose 37804|Is like a rose's fragrance, like the hues 37804|that shine and blossom and gleam and 37804|braide and glisten and gleam; 37804|And over the roses the sleepy gold 37804|doth come, 37804|And the crimson on the roses lies like 37804|an odour that is cool 37804|and the argent of the wine of sleep; 37804|For the heart is an elixir rare, 37804|all golden and the red; 37804|And the purple is like the rose's blood, and 37804|branches are like the dead; 37804|And once I know a land where the sun is 37804|bracing the flowers and dew ======================================== SAMPLE 992 ======================================== of every eye that ever gazed 28591|On the sun's beauty, the sun's light, 28591|Wander we all in light, while you, dear one, are with us. 28591|Oh, love, to see thy love and me grow dim! And when 28591|Thou gavest her the lightest word, 28591|They looked with rapture and with awe, 28591|As a child looks into a mother's eye. 28591|Her spirit was a music of glad sound-- 28591|It trembled with her golden hair-- 28591|And her eyes were brighter, and her young heart more fair. 28591|Her spirit was a song of glad refrain; 28591|It mingled with her golden hair: 28591|The child was mother unto happy heart, 28591|And its music sweet and fair, 28591|And the whole world sang of happiness for her and us. 28591|I know not if her spirit went 28591|The way that through the years she went-- 28591|It may be over now, and may be more 28591|Than when it came to cheer our woe; 28591|But I shall know that nevermore 28591|I see that bright and happy face 28591|Again in childhood's sunny grace; 28591|I shall be happy here again, 28591|And happy in a mother's arms, 28591|And singing birds forever sing of _peace_. 28591|'Tis very lonely when the bells 28591|Chime into tenes and again, 28591|And from the chapel on the cold 28591|The falling dew is heavily stealing; 28591|The bells are silent in the church, 28591|The altar-fires are all a-chime. 28591|I cannot find the one I loved 28591|Who could my heart within himself-- 28591|My earthly love, my joy, my all-- 28591|And yet I know that in his grave 28591|He who was faithful to his God 28591|Has found a resting place to rest, 28591|As if his love were not our own, 28591|And he had known and suffered not 28591|Our souls, the pure and living things. 28591|I think we should have parted then 28591|To meet again in the after-days; 28591|I think myself--and do not weep-- 28591|That I am parting with him, dear, 28591|When I think of the happy days, 28591|And the bells of this happy day, 28591|And of the bright midsummer. 28591|This is that night of soul-inspiring love, 28591|The hour of passion, and of throbbing pain, 28591|Which, though it gives no bliss, yet spoils for more, 28591|A long and lingering happiness retain. 28591|I cannot know--nor well know if these things 28591|Were granted not to me--the mighty boon 28591|That gave her, dying, to th' enduring arms 28591|That crowned her faithful memory with lasting bliss. 28591|I cannot think--that night so oft before 28591|I saw a gentle hand, and heard a voice 28591|Sing in his ears, and thought that she was near, 28591|Whose voice was music, and whose heart was love. 28591|But when I found that she had fled afar, 28591|The murmuring stillness of a soul 28591|Was echoed in my heart--and I could see 28591|The stars of all past years are not like these, 28591|And she is gone! How should I know--her soul 28591|Rode on the silent chase, with that still brow, 28591|And that quick eye that never traveled by-- 28591|And all the world was strange, and I could feel 28591|The love that held my soul in its embrace. 28591|For she is leaving earth--which is the charm 28591|To which I held her, and for whom she came? 28591|Could she have joy in me beyond all cure, 28591|And find her own among the better things, 28591|Wherewith to live, for her sake--do not say 28591|Things as they are whose pleasures were so few-- 28591|And, now that I have lived, hope and forget, 28591|Go back again into the world to men, 28591|And dream ======================================== SAMPLE 993 ======================================== , from his store of ponderous work. 38475|These to the muses sing, to future years 38475|May give the bliss of death, and sigh the groves, 38475|And to their native shades may court return 38475|The peopled forests of their hundred shades. 38475|When the long course of human things was run, 38475|And full nine ages number'd to the man, 38475|A wise assertor, while the world yet shone, 38475|Saw the last day of all, and wish'd the day. 38475|But what this sable mote of impious pomp 38475|Hath in the dust return'd, what can it more, 38475|But the still sable dust, that nothing moves, 38475|And all is darkness? was it then for these 38475|Who lived in science, and had learned to mount 38475|In the first ages of man's earliest day? 38475|Who was the master first, who first began? 38475|The pupil next; the man who first began 38475|From the kind snake? the reptile? not from me. 38475|A thousand years are but a little hour, 38475|The moment that remains of my approach 38475|The snake is dead, but living far away. 38475|Then mark what man of reptile thought is born 38475|Of dust in air, and stench in turbid air; 38475|And think, the snake hath perish'd from the earth. 38475|And was this god a coward? and what else 38475|His clay-cold offspring was? To me he seems 38475|The parent now of all his offspring. We 38475|Were but the snows, and my grim offspring too, 38475|And they brought forth: the babe of woe and death. 38475|But since, whate'er they did, their portion was 38475|Able to perish. Was it little praise 38475|To make the worm cry out for such a prize? 38475|Was it in vain to fly when such a task 38475|Was call'd? The thing was sure, the reptile came, 38475|And mock'd its master: though their offspring be, 38475|It cannot be imagined what they do, 38475|But what they are. When Nature from her form 38475|Soared forth a creature newly caught with worms, 38475|One might believe the world had been a vale 38475|Where they had been untrod for many years. 38475|In vain the curious band advent'rer sought, 38475|To learn the secret of the secret here 38475|That we, with superstition, meet and mingle, 38475|And see no reason but that the worm, in fact, 38475|Starts from its hole, and trembles at the sight; 38475|Because it is the shadow that beguiles 38475|The laying of the reptile. We may make 38475|Ourselves a moral in the shape of death 38475|To that which lives beyond the living snake. 38475|Thus, what is dead, or what is dead, is dead, 38475|It is thought dead to something else than this. 38475|And while the living worm within the hole 38475|Sets to its death, the serpent can't elude 38475|With the warm poison of what once had been, 38475|And we can fancy what we shall behold? 38475|To a new scene, a still retreat, the grave 38475|A sudden shock of overpowering sound 38475|Hurls forth; the sulphure razes, and we stand 38475|In dreadful silence, ere we take our way 38475|Through the dark mazes of this ebon dome. 38475|The world is full of horrors. 'Tis a sight 38475|To see, while we are gazing on the scene, 38475|The spirits of the dead in ghastly robes 38475|And horrid shapes arise before our view, 38475|But what they are we cannot comprehend. 38475|To know how this same pestilence arose 38475|At night, or what the horrors that ensued, 38475|With such dismay the paper overflows 38475|And every living spirit is at rest. 38475|How much of this was true; for to know more 38475|Than to remember something of the past, 38475|It is a sight ======================================== SAMPLE 994 ======================================== with his head, 2620|And tell me, I would tell you 2620|The story of this love. 2620|"I thought it would be fair, 2620|But none of all his stories; 2620|I thought his very breath 2620|Would be too free to scorch me; 2620|Yes, I could tell him tales 2620|That he would like to hear me, 2620|And so he'd have me swear them. 2620|"And, oh, I thought you'd come, 2620|My love, to hear and win you; 2620|But, O, I thought you'd miss 2620|A love that I did win you. 2620|"But that's my worst of sins,-- 2620|Do what you choose--I said it! 2620|Do what you took, you bet the;-- 2620|I'll tell you how 't has made me 2620|The captain of this captain." 2620|'Tis ever thus at heart; 2620|He tells of his deliverance, 2620|Then says, in angry part,-- 2620|He says, he will not promise 2620|With such a pledge as this is, 2620|To take the king's gift from them 2620|In the course of our obedience 2620|A slave he ne'er will go 2620|With such a vow as this is. 2620|"The king who dares to go 2620|From thy chamber in the snow 2620|Would keep thee and thy land from thee, 2620|But I have come for all 2620|That thou with nakedness mayest cover 2620|That ugly thing call poverty,-- 2620|That I might have my men set free, 2620|But thou must take them when I woo thee 2620|With all the pride of thy white body, 2620|And never let thee lie beside thee, 2620|Nor breathe in thy cold corpse, nor hide thee, 2620|But sit thee down with us, and stroke us 2620|With ugly, dainty lips, and stroke us 2620|Always with ugly fingers, never 2620|For any hair or hair of thine 2620|Except with cold insensate terror. 2620|"They were the men that killed me, 2620|But thou and I--O my dear king-- 2620|They are but shadows ruling 2620|The life of flesh and bone. 2620|A light was in the night, 2620|And in the calm I sate and talked, 2620|That no man might me or any man, 2620|But me alone. 2620|And there was light around us, 2620|A light within the night that falls 2620|Down at my feet, and everywhere 2620|Soul's living light falls out of stars, 2620|And I can see it, without waking, 2620|Without a light." 2620|They sat together, 2620|And each one sang a song. 2620|Two trees stood up to see 2620|The sun go down with golden spears, 2620|The sun in stately garb, 2620|The sun in golden gown. 2620|In silk and satin fine. 2620|But all in vain, for men had sought 2620|A place within some city's heart, 2620|And women, bright with flowers, 2620|Had sought and found a joyous land: 2620|All in a flowery band 2620|The sun would drop his golden gown. 2620|I looked: long fingers frail 2620|All toil to ploughing went below; 2620|But vain was my applause, 2620|For none sought other cause 2620|Than I who work alone 2620|I might, though I have not begun, 2620|Be able to be the same. 2620|The world in which I wrought 2620|Was made of new earth's spinning gold, 2620|And made a new all fraught 2620|With spirit of immortal soul, 2620|Until the turning wheel 2620|Of Time its spinning round 2620|Through all eternity 2620|Was spread, and I could see 2620|The days when I was king of them, 2620|And I the light of them. 2620|The gold in every zone 2620|Is ======================================== SAMPLE 995 ======================================== ." 1005|"And of the teacher am I, who can bring 1005|My deeds and speak my mind so that I see 1005|The dame who was my sheep, and, as they sing, 1005|My ink spread with them." He answering thus: 1005|"Thy mind, reverting still to things of earth, 1005|So far has roll'd, and such a space is left me 1005|But to assign this to the Provinces, 1005|That when their violence shall level them, 1005|Nor bite to more, their mis'ry shall discomfit 1005|The mind of each one; but if heaven's sweet curse 1005|Have them through time to flow, I woe: for so 1005|I parted when the melancholy troop 1005|Of ill-assorted, that ill- diet seem'd, 1005|They will come out to 'O ye race of men!' 1005|There will at last the long bewailings cease, 1005|The which my brother spake; then wail shall be 1005|The wretched ones, who trust in God, and hope 1005|To do His will. And thin-seem'd women, roam 1005|Not so as toadstool'd with dishevelled hair; 1005|And those who so did gaze, and sigh, and look, 1005|Are as a man who cheers not up his wine, 1005|When cur'd his wit stands not in wantonness. 1005|"Now, if our feet the land have measur'd less, 1005|And wander'd toward the sky, our solace so 1005|Hath been that I commend thee to the land 1005|Of which thou call'st: and of our omen sweet 1005|Are we: for so dear love hath favour'd me, 1005|The dearest voice of life, that I may taste 1005|Joy in the gladsome strain. Of donthing there, 1005|Or here, may be the best, by which to know 1005|The good that here I lack. There is who will 1005|What we possess not; that is fair and chaste, 1005|And to be wish'd wherewith to deck us more 1005|Than he hath now attain'd. Such privilege 1005|Have we with him, who is our chief delight, 1005|And to have touch'd his wounds, and, free from pride, 1005|Hath merited of me in many climes. 1005|Ah, better were it, that in those climes 1005|The evil seed of Adam star'd, and I 1005|In others, who with fruit of grace did mix, 1005|And who with song did pass, and who with spice 1005|Inik'd; and friendship, in their height of joy, 1005|Made one of three. So pass three garths of wine 1005|In the third circle, who will now be bright, 1005|To th' other five; and satisfaction shall 1005|Th' iner thirst for, in the Sicilian regions." 1005|The time was chosen, when the gloomy tribe 1005|Of those ill spirits both to fill and fed 1005|On earth, made desert Lantsus' den, who thither 1005|Would for her fair attires, and there for him 1005|His eagle, Dandban, and the robust 1005|Into a furnace pour'd. He on his faith 1005| strengthen'd, lo! he wrought, and from the flame 1005|In bad Haroinyes far estrang'd, 1005|Not long the beard his course: for so I name 1005|Mine to him, who discerneth and well knows, 1005|The flavour of the world's All-mightiness, 1005|Whereon I have been writ. But here I lay 1005|My visage down, and burning in my looks, 1005|Sleep prey'd; and other care my mind bespake. 1005|My spirit, that erewhile no sooner heard 1005|Than I of that plain speech, before me come 1005|On the bare outside of a mountain, than 1005|Another of those burning wreaths of smoke. 1005|As he, who willingly is turn'd tonce 1005|At the good news he comes, when ======================================== SAMPLE 996 ======================================== , the king, upon his knees, 3473|And told him how, three hundred years agone 3473|To that old king which hath been his deliverer! 3473|"Hast thou gone sadly forth, O my good lord? 3473|And left me with some words thus hast thou said? 3473|It was thy brother's, thy poor brother's need, 3473|Who, to give thee a last shelter, didst best speed 3473|And first composed the funeral pile so high, 3473|That, there, beneath some roof of oak, or tree, 3473|They burnt, and laid her out." 3473|The voice ceased, with one voice in the porch of the palace. 3473|"Alas! in sooth, it was a royal hour! 3473|The poor, who were thy friends and thine own children, 3473|Have gone about in grief to seek a brother; 3473|The aged, and the poor, with anguish crush'd, 3473|And weeping stand, oppressed and shaken, fallen, 3473|From their sad looks, each of them to the other!-- 3473|Oh! would to God it were some brother's hand 3473|Had planted their glad looks as they pass'd past, 3473|While over the church-yard of the dying house, 3473|A crowd of mourners, in a joyful swoon, 3473|Stood up, and made their moan. 3473|"Alas! what was it, then?" said one whose hand 3473|Had given their groans a utterance deep, 3473|"That is the eye-sight of the stricken land!" 3473|A third bow'd down, and then a voice replied,-- 3473|"Alas, this land but for one heart and eye, 3473|Who now hath tasted of a happier fate, 3473|And felt the touch of his advancing hand-- 3473|The touch of his fair hand--our brother dead! 3473|A second love doth triumph over death!" 3473|The sounds dispersing, with a hush, there came 3473|From the high altar, some lamenting wrung 3473|In the old house, some gentle chorister-- 3473|Some ghostly visitor, who from the dim 3473|And lighted room by a voice far and deep, 3473|With a harsh voice, and with a silent look, 3473|And with a heavy look of absent love, 3473|Strove with his dark eyes full of a despair, 3473|Or seem'd as if his spirit would not move 3473|To but give way; some thought, some word he said, 3473|Which might explain each sorrow that he pray'd: 3473|"Alas! what is it, then?" one voice replied:-- 3473|"Alas! what is it, then?" The other cried:-- 3473|"The air was full of a thousand thoughts and dreams, 3473|And I saw Heaven and Earth, and knew the cause, 3473|And understood each grief, and wept, and tried 3473|Each struggling for one sweet forgotten smile, 3473|And made, ah! hope so sweet, to pour out joy, 3473|That heaven might smile and earth seem comfortless! 3473|In those sad moments, as in those sad hours, 3473|I heard a voice calling; it said "Come in," 3473|And, "Peace on earth," I said, "before the sin 3473|Of these poor brethren of a little span;" 3473|It answer'd: "Peace on earth," and here 't was noon. 3473|I cannot hear your voice; it seems as if 3473|I cared not for its tones; and then you pass 3473|To other graves; now, stranger, go not near: 3473|We two are living, let us both draw near." 3473|Oh! by the hush of this poor Indian night, 3473|Where starlike morning smiles upon the sky, 3473|Where joy is born, and love is born too soon-- 3473|O! by the solemn gleams of those soft sighs, 3473|Where rest the dead, and peace the happy world, 3473|Where the sky-paven highways set with stars, 3473|And the tired traveller walks at ease with pain 3473|Beside your murmuring stream, and is once more! ======================================== SAMPLE 997 ======================================== , with her husband's arms. 24856|But the good parson 24856|Would no longer 24856|Convince the maiden 24856|That his wicked mind 24856|Was ever grieving 24856|Her love and his heart." 24856|"You will know me, parson, 24856|Though a weary mortal I am, 24856|And I love to lie here 24856|On the grass at evening-- 24856|That I am a friar, 24856|And have not a penny to spare 24856|For the girl I love dearly!" 24856|O, then the maiden's 24856|Love-longing joys 24856|To her heart were brought; 24856|She laughed also 24856|In her melancholy fit-- 24856|But it passed away: 24856|The maiden was merry enough 24856|And happy as a star! 24856|In truth, the maid was 24856|As happy as a star, 24856|And therefore happy 24856|Was she as the fairy 24856|That is ever smiling 24856|And merry and glad. 24856|"O, tell me, parson, 24856|What is your affliction? 24856|And what your illness 24856|At this time of midnight; 24856|Can you not pity 24856|My sad, restless feeling? 24856|I, on the contrary, 24856|Would love to advise you 24856|That I should return to 24856|This dear little maiden, 24856|Or else be a fairy, 24856|Or else be a fairy-- 24856|And be no fairy, 24856|Till you see me approaching, 24856|And be no fairy 24856|Till you hear me pursuing 24856|And be no fairy 24856|Till you know that my darling 24856|Has been come to woo me, 24856|And be no fairy 24856|Till you hear me pursuing 24856|His cruel intent. 24856|Then let me wander hither 24856|And be a fairy maid 24856|Till you see me approaching, 24856|And be no fairy fairy 24856|Till you see him approaching, 24856|Or when he shall meet me, 24856|And be no fairy 24856|Till you see my face flashing, 24856|Or when he shall greet me-- 24856|Then let me go! 24856|"If he be not cold, 24856|Poor parson of the town, 24856|Come, sit on this stone 24856|And let me have our child." 24856|"But if he be cold, 24856|Poor parson of the town, 24856|Then sit on this stone 24856|And imagine your mamma." 24856|Away went the priest, 24856|And a splendid feast 24856|Was there before him spread. 24856|The music of birds 24856|And of thousand things 24856|Was loud in the land, 24856|And the hills gave up the cheer, 24856|And villages were in their own. 24856|In days gone by 24856|And in the country country 24856|A wonderful rumour runs 24856|That the priest was cold to death, 24856|And that his grave was dark with a tear. 24856|There were graves in the church, 24856|With their empty raiment, 24856|And the priest was cold to death. 24856|But the father heard not, 24856|He only saw his child and wife 24856|And the boy who spake to him. 24856|He wept not, he wept not, 24856|For many a year 24856|He had waited for his child, 24856|And he heard his child relate 24856|The melancholy fate 24856|Of the three most wretched ones. 24856|The priest knelt down to pray 24856|That he might come to death, 24856|And he heard not the prayer he made. 24856|The father heard not, 24856|He only heard the child's wail 24856|Near the sepulchre, 24856|And he only saw his child 24856|And his own child, the old priest 24856|Who carried a necklace of gold. 24856|The first night I went to ======================================== SAMPLE 998 ======================================== ! for the great Lord, this day, 3473|Sits by the ruined sanctport's door, 3473|And sees Him come to reign before. 3473|My Lord, who canst, as thou hast will, 3473|To walk this world of mine and thine, 3473|And walk on earth a thousand miles, 3473|Not knowing what thy Lord is meant. 3473|If, from my thoughts, thou shalt not bear 3473|This mortal terror any more, 3473|I think, however, to protect 3473|Thy body from all enemy, 3473|Though thou hast much as much as I, 3473|Thy life, thy love, thy God shall take 3473|In every sense of fear away. 3473|The world shall hear, and the next day, 3473|Be glad, O Lord; thy end shall be 3473|To live and move, in thy first way. 3473|When with thy voice the waters run, 3473|And the rain falls, thou wilt speak to me, 3473|As I and those have often done. 3473|And if for me no sign thou see, 3473|As once before, it is too true. 3473|That which I failed to do-- 3473|The glory of an hour's delight-- 3473|May be the light of day and night. 3473|But we must walk in darkness all, 3473|And seek my Lord through faith and mirth: 3473|What sayeth this Lord's chosen earth? 3473|'Tis but a path, and I shall find. 3473|When the winter is gone, 3473|And the snow lies deep on the ground, 3473|Where the Lord will enter in, 3473|And I shall be sitting in my place, 3473|He will say to me, "A good grace!" 3473|If I may see his face, 3473|And touch his hand in the hour of need, 3473|He will say to me, "What need?" 3473|And I shall show him, "For all I know, 3473|Three servants in one serving-room, 3473|Three serving-men of one serving-woman, 3473|Three servants in my servant's service, 3473|Three servants in my servant's service, 3473|Three servants in my servant's service." 3473|Then let me know that they are wise; 3473|I do not dream, nor I desire. 3473|Then let me know that they have known 3473|The wonder of the outward view; 3473|That they are but the Maker's own; 3473|The three servants of my Master's service, 3473|Three servants in my servant's service. 3473|Oh, what can I lack with Him? 3473|What is the grace 3473|Of His face 3473|In all heaven, though the sun are hid? 3473|How can the stars be hid? 3473|The flowers are hid, 3473|And the earth has been asleep; 3473|Our feet might have wandered on the paths 3473|That are leading up to heaven. 3473|I know it is cold, 3473|And my eyes are sealed. 3473|All night in the snow, 3473|When the stars shine, 3473|Are the two white shoulders bare. 3473|Oh, what can I lack with Him? 3473|What of His feet 3473|In the cold and heat? 3473|Oh, what is His face, 3473|With His eyes 3473|That pierce my soul 3473|And burn through my soul, 3473|That He slashes my eyes with His scorch! 3473|Ah, I shall not see Him 3473|As I wait 3473|For His feet 3473|In the cold, grim earth. 3473|It is only the bare ground 3473|That Thy dear feet can find! 3473|It is only the little hill 3473|That makes my heart a stone! 3473|And only the nightingale, 3473|That saith: "Lie still, 3473|Dear Lord, lie still!" 3473|Yet I know and am glad 3473|That He pardons me thus! 3473|And He leads me back, with His staff 3473|And with His own hand, ======================================== SAMPLE 999 ======================================== . _From an old painting by W.N.S._ 22421|TOWELL. _I need not fear that you are going to die, I am 22421|I have heard much laud for thy name and thy power; 22421|At thy approach I was thrice pleased with my friend; 22421|I thought it the best, yet I knew it the worse; 22421|And so thou art gone; and I now bid the worst 22421|Of all vile poets,--too wise to be cursed,-- 22421|For thou art neither deity nor god. 22421|O I admire not the coldness of mind, 22421|Nor the softness of youth, nor the tenderness of mind; 22421|But rather admire how my qualities are ranged, 22421|Which are neither here, nor there, nor hereafter, nor despair. 22421|WATER be still and temperate be, 22421|And water run where fish do run, 22421|And soon both drown and melt, and then 22421|Th'unto a drowsy one; 22421|Then fowls do lure her out to sea, 22421|Nightly all night within the house, 22421|She does all she can 22421|But who that thinks, will not be trusted. 22421|_From an old painting by W. T. M. Yonge 22421|_Descanted by E. R. Houghton & Co._ 22421|WATERER. _I should like to meet 22421|In some cool spot withstanding wheat, 22421|Where with the smallest ray 22421|And nearest sand doth meet 22421|The warm west wind as it meeteth. 22421|To this soft depth, through which I'll go, 22421|Where glowing embers make the fire glow, 22421|Where glowing embers do but show 22421|A brilliant halo, touching all desire 22421|That in this room doth dwell 22421|My love and longing satisfy. 22421|The time to kiss brings pastime; 22421|The time to welcome is in hand, 22421|Yet this soft hour doth fetter 22421|The inmost heart, and me to command, 22421|And make the hours accallser; 22421|For with this time my heart's ease, 22421|All time and sense confusedly give, 22421|Which when in other's eyes I have seen 22421|I may not live but live, 22421|That which all time doth fetter; 22421|The time to kiss, as it doth pass, 22421|Is, love, and such like in my heart's content, 22421|That I must see my time, 22421|And that so many hours as this I miss, 22421|But do not yet appear, 22421|As when I first did kiss, 22421|That is to say, when I shall die, 22421|That I must either die 22421|Not live that were my fate the worse, 22421|But live that were the worse. 22421|'Tis time enough now to begin 22421|To make us as we were, 22421|Or, for the sake of that embrace, 22421|Take back our former grace: 22421|If you, like us, have made me yours, 22421|And given me a kiss through those 22421|Follies of yours that live by flowers, 22421|I then should live no more; 22421|Or if you, like me, should live no more. 22421|THROUGH every paradox that doth bind 22421|Me the pattern of common men, 22421|There is no divinity could be found 22421|More riddle-like to me than that; 22421|No high-born toils or lowings are those, 22421|The rant and the revelry are those, 22421|Which, if they be holy, unto me 22421|Not noisy, hence I will rather see, 22421|Than that by men's dull fancies I may be 22421|The laughing saint of this dear May, 22421|Or that in the chapel-stall they be 22421|The happy child of poverty. 22421|And thus I'll love, and keep this ring, 22421|And never pass ======================================== SAMPLE 1000 ======================================== when he went off 38566|With his big rain-tipped goats before. 38566|'You must be,' someone say, 38566|'A much harder god than I.' 38566|'That's me: we'll never fight -- 38566|He doesn't know how much -- don't care -- 38566|But he won't be so hard to bear. 38566|You come of a different clime: 38566|We are one, -- we are two, -- 38566|You carry us, -- we are three. 38566|And what do we think of you? 38566|The earth is my bed, -- 38566|I don't like to lie in bed, -- 38566|I'm just as bad as can be, -- 38566|And I don't care very much 38566|What beads it all be 38566|With stars that do not care to cone 38566|The darkness of the sky. 38566|There are some who drift away 38566|Like so many bob a day 38566|Out in the dark away -- 38566|Watches away and counts, -- 38566|Houses and hollies, counts and clocks -- 38566|Lifts and falls and falls. 38566|They take no thought of home 38566|After that day when at Rome 38566|They knocked at the red man's door 38566|And walked across the floor. 38566|And some of them go away 38566|Into some of the lower day 38566|Where traffic keeps in awe -- 38566|But one goes out to find 38566|The city's life's green mind, 38566|And one goes out to find. 38566|A new, new life is theirs: 38566|And they shall not be less 38566|As others at this day. 38566|They'll be glad to see the flowers 38566|And the new life that gaily showers. 38566|Their little lives shall pass 38566|In bright and glad surrender, 38566|And they shall gather patience 38566|Till all their lives are one: 38566|And each shall have a new. 38566|There is no frost on the window, 38566|No frost by the great hearth heaped low; 38566|There is no fire in the chimney, 38566|And no life in the low, bright room -- 38566|When love is a guest that passes, 38566|It calls to the old life there to-day, 38566|Where the flames and the shadows quiver 38566|On the hearth, where the firelight glows, 38566|And the shadows are lost in the river, 38566|And the shadows are lost in the rose. 38566|But, love, there is no frost on the window; 38566|No heart-ache, and no joy, but the whole -- 38566|When love is a guest that passes, 38566|It calls to the old life there to-day: 38566|As the leaves flame and the shadows shiver 38566|On the heart, and the darkness is gone 38566|Away. | 38566|The sun sets and the world is white 38566|As a child asleep in her light; 38566|The birds in the branches are glad to sing 38566|For the dawn that comes through the night. 38566|The world is wonderful and fair -- 38566|The lovely flowers in the grass, 38566|The stars and the fluttering wings, 38566|The lisp of the twilight and the stars, -- 38566|But the heart of me will be desolate. 38566|The sky is blue and the flowers are still, 38566|And the birds and the stars are quiet, 38566|And I turn and watch by the place of my will 38566|The ghost of a child that I loved and knew -- 38566|But the heart of me will be desolate. 38566|We came down the corridor from stair to stair 38566|From the dazed cool shadows at a water's edge 38566|Where a slim cool rosebush danced upon a hedge, 38566|For still we heard, behind the drowsy head, 38566|The far bright echoes pealing through the wood