======================================== 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.