======================================== SAMPLE 10 ======================================== 1004|And had been seen within this place 1004|Had but the bell rung; which to my Lord 1004|Commanded me unto that district. 1004|There is on Latian ground a bell 1004|That to the mountain bears its bell; 1004|And if my Master had been here, 1004|His own true translation he would have 1004|Have made the same, by hearing well 1004|The accents of the tower and mountain; 1004|But good he lost his wits, at whose sound 1004|My fear did so oppress him, that with fear 1004|I hid myself away in the wood. 1004|I know not if he still were living; 1004|So angry was my doubt, that not far off 1004|I saw another come along the valley, 1004|Clotilda, and I speak of her as though 1004|I were a native of this world. 1004|I was not ware of her approaching, 1004|For I was like the rest asleep; 1004|And she came up beside me, and her brow 1004|Did make itself more bearable for my pain. 1004|And said to me: 'How is it, Palahni, 1004|That thou makest a stir upon thy sleep? 1004|Is not here grown fonder than a year 1004|Thy fever, than the blindness of a child, 1004|Than that which cometh to men from without 1004|When they are far from home? What is it now 1004|The voice of thy complaint brings unto us? 1004|Is not the torment made more bitter, 1004|And the long nights tedious and unarrive? 1004|Why would'st thou go unto that o'erwhelming 1004|Power, who to the world is subject still? 1004|Count it not strange that one whose morning 1004|Not yet arrives should still be mourning ever, 1004|If with the morning dawn there were no God! 1004|If Nello were alive and minded 1004|To leave this prison which is his by law, 1004|And onward went, from gate to gate, to see 1004|What stores were in that holy house of prayer, 1004|The brethren would not be in a moment 1004|By him without confusion, if he chose, 1004|Who thus presumes to make trial of us. 1004|Who by the power of grace eternal 1004|Makes us to love him who has made us wicked, 1004|Need have no anxiety for his success; 1004|If this be his design, all our desire 1004|Will be but lowly deeds, and nothing more. 1004|He need not fear to find us out and told, 1004|For he has made himself known to us all; 1004|He needs not fear, because our presumption 1004|Made him not fool-harden his inward sense; 1004|For when we will he shows himself a fool, 1004|And makes himself a Wise Man to avow him. 1004|He needs must run before, and run not behind, 1004|And to the left or to the right he needs 1004|Not always, if he chance to meet with a fence; 1004|But with a smile he turns, if he doth find one. 1004|And if he meets with one, he will not shrink, 1004|But, opening wide his arms, will receive it, 1004|So that the other keep fast; and thus he 1004|Survives a hot and continuous fire." 1004|Then did I move anew along the valley, 1004|As one resumes his journey so far, 1004|And towards the sun his course doth advance. 1004|The four above enumerated did not stay 1004|Longer in that forest to mend their sick, 1004|Than did my eyes from beating count the minutes. 1004|With him went Ither Borghese, and with him 1004|His companion, Basolus, and Basette, 1004|Who was more backward in his way and speech. 1004|Basette was a scanty lad, and yet he 1004|Was dressed in April colours, and had feat. 1004|Thus in his best attire, backward he advanced, 1004|And with a smile looked at his companion's grief. 1004|"Well do I see," said he ======================================== SAMPLE 20 ======================================== 35996|And I am still the same 35996|When I look at the sky 35996|I seem to be at rest 35996|My eyes and forehead have grown 35996|I can hear the birds and bees, 35996|Now the music of the sea 35996|In the garden, over yonder 35996|In the house the sun 35996|Is shining, the summer morning 35996|Is shining, you and I 35996|It's fine weather, we've made up our minds 35996|Jack and Jill went up the hill 35996|Let the cat go, if I had a nickel 35996|Let's go a-shooting with the brigand brig 35996|Let's go a-robbing a coal-cart 35996|Lassie, Lassie come wheedling me 35996|Lovers, do not be angry with 35996|Love is sweet, but 'twixt you and me 35996|Maudie, mend her to-day 35996|My dear, that was a fine book when I read it 35996|Mother, O my mother give me 35996|My little one, my little one dear 35996|My lips I will not speak till I've said my say 35996|My mother, O my mother give me 35996|Nurse, can you open the package? 35996|Nibble, Nibble, fetch the milk 35996|Nile, Nile, the grass at my feet; dear 35996|No, I will not have you kiss me, 35996|Now my little one, I say 35996|Now I have found you, my dear 35996|O, don't you forget, my Darling 35996|O, sing a song by dale and hill 35996|O who would sleep 35996|O, sing a sweet song 35996|O dear! my Dear! how kind you are 35996|Oh, hush, hush! hush, my baby 35996|Oh, Mother Goose, stop a while 35996|Oh, Mother Goose, have you any more 35996|On a little vase of clay 35996|On the mountain, at my feet 35996|On my little pony 35996|On the Ocean!--a good friend 35996|O, Mother Goose, come down to me 35996|O, mother goose, you are a happy goose 35996|O, Sea-Faring, how I fear 35996|O sweet! my Dear! you are better than me 35996|O sweet, my Darling 35996|O that you could see like me 35996|O sweetheart, O my Sweet! don't say me not-- 35996|O, come and bring me my green basket 35996|Oh, dear! the sun is shining 35996|Oh, dear! my Darling, my Darling 35996|Oh, you that lisp 35996|O my Jack-o'-Lantern, good-night, good-night 35996|O, let me go once more 35996|O kiss me, mother Goose 35996|O dear!--The Sun can shine 35996|O Love, I want to say, but can't 35996|O love, my little Lamb 35996|O Mother Goose, ride away, ride away 35996|O spare me the terror 35996|O spare me the anguish 35996|O look not on yonder sea, it is not fair, 35996|Old age is strange and new beginnings are unknown 35996|Of a child's love what words can paint the scene 35996|On the mountain, on the road of the days to be 35996|Of a dream, my Darling 35996|On a little stream that winds 35996|Ony one that knows, my darling One 35996|O Susan, O Susan, I know 35996|Pack, the fox and the owl, 35996|Possessed of the best, 35996|Pugmire puffs his power 35996|Pumpkin, the most like a flower 35996|Queen and slave, the whole of our lives 35996|Rarely seen, rare--and yet 35996|Rejoice, ye sons of old! 35996|Rock-a-bye, baby, good-bye 35996|Roses, by right our master we obey, 35996|Roses, from bud to ripe 35996|San Francisco, you have so much to do 35996|Sandy-wind, wind not carried ======================================== SAMPLE 30 ======================================== 1365|But I am soothed and comforted; 1365|With the music of the wind 1365|And the sound of the waves, 1365|I am the same old dreamer, dreaming in a forest of the North-land. 1365|"Ah me! what is this, that seems 1365|Like a shadow to arise?" 1365|"Only a dream, my friend, it is." 1365|"Only a fancy, you'll agree." 1365|"I wish I had some good music there!" 1365|The wind was playing on a harp of scarlet, 1365|Playing, playing, 1365|As if he were drunk, 1365|Drunken winds were all around us, 1365|Heigh-ho! 1365|Drunken winds, they are a fiendish trick, 1365|They are not good, nor yet good enough for me. 1365|But go, and as you pass 1365|Drop, to get a glimpse, 1365|Through the branches of this tree; 1365|It is well so grown, the stem is still fresh. 1365|This was the story their mother told them: 1365|"When you are a little higher, 1365|Pray heed not the wind, 1365|It cannot harm you; 1365|He is a spirit here, as he moves through your house; 1365|Heigh-ho! 1365|It is better to speak good-will to men 1365|Than to blame them; 1365|It is better to stand upright 1365|Than to sit down." 1365|When the wind goes a-wailing about the world, 1365|He is like a madman; 1365|In his hands the lightning is wandering; 1365|Who can tell what strange mischief he will bring? 1365|Why do you play at home? Oh why? 1365|The children all are playing, 1365|All are playing, 1365|All are at home in their playhouse, 1365|The children have everything. 1365|When the wind goes a-wailing about the world, 1365|He is not so polite; 1365|One can teach him nothing at all; 1365|Who would ever be taken in such a fight, 1365|Oh what is it, pray? 1365|The children all are laughing, 1365|The children all are laughing, 1365|They would fight. 1365|Oh, what are the flowers and fruits? in a word, 1365|The little things that every day's to see, 1365|The little things that every day's to forget, 1365|What makes the pretty faces to grow older? 1365|Why, everything, that's wonderful and new, 1365|The flowers and fruits will make us old and gray. 1365|What makes the pretty faces to grow older? 1365|To make us remember every day, 1365|The little things that come and pass; 1365|Then to be as happy as can be; 1365|Oh, the day at last 1365|Is always sweet, but who would count a crown, 1365|When a picture is in a book! 1365|"The little children come to us so early," 1365|In summertime, in summertime, 1365|Children come and play all the time; 1365|Oh! they take your heart away. 1365|We'll try to help the little children, 1365|Let's give them a good long play; 1365|Let's make the summer weather fine; 1365|We know we can keep them out. 1365|In the summertime, in summertime, 1365|Let us make it daily plain; 1365|And, when they get home, let them know 1365|That we'll keep them out all the year; 1365|We always do our very best; 1365|And always think of them best. 1365|We've learned this lesson after a little while: 1365|"Don't be too good; be just a little!" 1365|If you go to play we are waiting, 1365|The little children are playing; 1365|We'll let you take your practice flying; 1365|You know, I think, how I hate it. 1365|Our captain holds you in his arms, he gives you kisses, 1365|He watches ======================================== SAMPLE 40 ======================================== 26333|And, as in fear of you, the mother I may be. 26333|"What are you thinking of, Mrs. Glessman?" 26333|"Are you thinking of your daughter?" 26333|And the woman leaned out of her window 26333|And went upstairs slowly with her son,-- 26333|Hush! for he is thinking of his mother! 26333|When the old woman went down in the grave-hill 26333|She wore an old suit of blue 26333|And her apron with the small green lace. 26333|You can shake them off when you are past: 26333|But you always do seem short and fat. 26333|And this morning, you always look thin. 26333|Some women grow stiff like potatoes; 26333|Some like to be so "chippy"; 26333|And some women grow their hair long 26333|And some have great straight hair; 26333|But the woman you see standing there 26333|Has stood so her whole life long. 26333|So, as time is flying, the light is dying, 26333|I hope my story will be sweet. 26333|It may not be true what you tell me, 26333|But it is true--it is quite true: 26333|If you are going out you need not stop 26333|Unless you are very, very tired. 26333|If you are going to tea, go at it straightway, 26333|Or else be patient until you are through. 26333|The cat in the corner is a very good model for you: 26333|You must set her down quietly on the soft, fine cloth 26333|And turn about and put it carefully away in the closet. 26333|But at intervals she will mutter what you will not: 26333|She wears a kind of white cocked hat which, being black, it conceals 26333|A long robe, in which her fingers so deftly pattern the lace 26333|That it will surely be long enough to cover you two at tea. 26333|To make my story complete, I must very simply state that 26333|The child I told you of is the sweetest she has ever been. 26333|"Can you tell me how to play?" 26333|This I ventured to say: 26333|But I could only answer, "Oh!" 26333|The child sat silent awhile: 26333|Then, rising with a bitter smile, 26333|She said, "I can." 26333|And why should I be blamed, if I did indeed say, and she 26333|answered, with a bitter sigh, 26333|"I can tell you what to do." 26333|"And then?" said the child. 26333|Again, with a bitter laugh. 26333|I was a little boy then, and went as the little boy went: 26333|A little boy, too, and I was a little boy's friend at school. 26333|The people in the street that day were twenty-two: 26333|I was twenty-three: 26333|And this is what the people said: 26333|"What a beautiful lad, indeed, 26333|To-day so newly arrived! 26333|He'll join our society, we're sure; 26333|And he'll surely be a useful boy." 26333|I was a little boy then, and as my friend went out I held 26333|In my hand a pretty paper. "Dear me!" said a little fellow, 26333|"Where did you get it?" 26333|"I only got it out of the rain," 26333|He explained. "No one gave me the rain." 26333|"Why, then," said I, "why didn't you give it me?" 26333|He said: "I thought I would; and I did." 26333|The little boy looked at me, and suddenly he looked at the paper, 26333|And I can see how he felt. 26333|I was a little boy then, and as a little boy's friend I went 26333|Up a very high stair 26333|Just to see his thoughts. 26333|But before I spoke he turned away, 26333|And went on with lighter heart 26333|Than ever I have known. 26333|And I have been like other little boys 26333|Who, one by one, have learned to walk 26333|On their cheeks, and on their hands ======================================== SAMPLE 50 ======================================== 42051|So close that he could scarcely hear 42051|The music of my voice, 42051|For I was the sweet and simple voice 42051|Of all my heart, and ever sang 42051|To all my sorrowing sisters, one 42051|Sweet voice only: for no other one 42051|With her could change the music of the deep, 42051|Like a great sea-bird in its flight: 42051|Her beauty was the music of my soul. 42051|And I loved that single voice so well 42051|I might not hear the other three: 42051|And then at last I loved that solitary sweetheart more, 42051|And my heart was like a quiet ocean, 42051|That sings as it murmurs, 42051|And the music of the soundless deeps 42051|Hath turned me to its own. 42051|And now when I have turned my face 42051|To the pale and dreamful sea, 42051|And the ships drifting, 42051|Where my heart is most, 42051|I shall never know it more! 42051|For, ever driven before the wind, 42051|I shall leave behind, 42051|In a stormy sleep, 42051|The long white road,-- 42051|The deep and stormy road, 42051|The silent and stormy road. 42051|I came to the house, which the house was built in, upon a time 42051|Before our souls had ever known the city of men, 42051|Before the city of dreams had taken us wholly from our bodies, 42051|A little house was built me upon a time, upon the edge 42051|Of a broad country, upon the edge of a broad land: 42051|And I heard the city-gates upon a time, 42051|And I thought the city-gates upon my soul had been 42051|The gates of a far, far city far and small: 42051|I came to the house, and the house I came to find 42051|Was old and crumbling, and had taken to its feet 42051|A many years of dust, and many of rain, 42051|A many long years of toil, and labour, and fear: 42051|And I saw the house, upon its old and crumbling wall, 42051|Which had taken to its feet the years of toil, and labour, 42051|Before the feet of any soul had ever known 42051|The crumbling steps of any life had trod the world. 42051|And I knew that I was weary of the city-wall, 42051|Of the crumbling, crumbling prison in the town. 42051|The city-gates were old and used to toiling, 42051|As the feet of any soul had ever known: 42051|And I turned to the door, and entered on the moor, 42051|With never a thought beyond the house before. 42051|For never a thought beyond its last despair, 42051|No thought beyond the house I left so long ago, 42051|No thought beyond the moor my soul had known: 42051|Yet as I came, before the long, long rain, 42051|The city-gates were opened, and I knew 42051|That the soul of me lay hidden deep below, 42051|In the heart of any heart, in their deep, deep dark. 42051|There in the night I found me, alone, 42051|I was not with other souls who went 42051|To the great city-gates in the dark. 42051|I was alone: and though I had seen 42051|Many souls go forth through them before, 42051|This soul, with many tears and many years, 42051|Had never gone out through any door. 42051|I looked in the dark toward the city-wall; 42051|And all the houses far away were light-- 42051|So far! but I knew that at the end 42051|I need must go through one long door for them, 42051|And the city-gates were a little nearer then. 42051|Still, I was very weary, and I knew 42051|That in the night must go to them at last 42051|The soul within their hearts, and they had seen 42051|The light of many morning-eyes go down 42051|Out of a great far town; and the night must come 42051|And be not yet dawn ======================================== SAMPLE 60 ======================================== 2334|They are all gone down, and the King says nothing more. 2334|The sea is round about the little shore, 2334|And the sea-wind shakes beneath the sun; 2334|O how I long for the sea-cliffs far away, 2334|And the sea-birds all together flown! 2334|The waves are white on the beach at Aycee, 2334|The wind is cold in the Aycee glen; 2334|The sea-birds fly in the anemone spray, 2334|But my lonely soul yearns beyond the coast. 2334|Through the green-banked waters into Aycee 2334|I roamed, unharmed and unshackled; 2334|Men shivered in the noonday cold, 2334|But joyous voices sung in my ears, 2334|"Bide with me, O Bachelor of Graves!" 2334|The sea-fires flamed on the anemone, 2334|The waters murmur to the sea. 2334|In my heart was one clear thought, one burning thought-- 2334|"Forbear, O men! the dreadful war!" 2334|A long cold yeargood in my heart for the sea, 2334|And the sea-fowl and the sea-cows' cry; 2334|And my thought on the shore-cliffs far away 2334|Burned like a beacon fiery with fate. 2334|Foolish were the men who fled from Meikki, 2334|And foolhardy were the men who met her; 2334|But now the people laugh and clap and call, 2334|"Bide with us, O Bachelor of Graves!" 2334|And the sea-bird's cry is still on the wind. 2334|I know my way is still far away, 2334|Across the sands, across the sea, 2334|I knew it to the last, and yet--I know 2334|I shall not go to Aycees Glen. 2334|Aycees Glen?--What is Aycees Glen?--What is its name?-- 2334|When the sun goes down in the east, 2334|And the grey mist creeps across the sky 2334|From east to west on the passing day, 2334|Then Aycees Glen is in my heart to-day, 2334|For the old loves and the old dreams are here, 2334|And the young dreams are in my breast to-be, 2334|And the old loves are come to me. 2334|Aycees Glen!--the sweet pastures of my youth, 2334|The old ways and the new things to do; 2334|When the grey mist creeps across the sky 2334|From east to west on the passing day, 2334|Then Aycees Glen is in my heart to-day, 2334|For the old loves and the old dreams are here, 2334|And the young dreams are in my breast to-be. 2334|The snow has fallen so long that the lambs 2334|Were busy making soup in the lanes, 2334|But I went out to the fields again, 2334|And I saw my red crone under the hill. 2334|She must work hard for my bread, and soon, 2334|As the snow fell so thick and heavy, 2334|A new wind came from out the west, 2334|And wet was the weather. 2334|In the dark she sat on the edge of the shed, 2334|Keeping a close eye on the chicken coop 2334|That hung up at the shed door now; 2334|There was never a shower so the paint was wet 2334|In the dark and the fields on that day. 2334|As the snow fell o'er her the red crone trembled 2334|And trembled till she could see with sore eyes 2334|The white snow that rolled on the ground below. 2334|And she watched till the sun went down 2334|For the cold rain of the west was over all; 2334|And still with her watching till he came, 2334|The crone at last saw the chicken coop hung up now. 2334|With a little cry, like a little child 2334|She snatched the chicken out from under the hill. 2334|That was all. The chicken with red wings, 2334|Wings white and wings of brown ======================================== SAMPLE 70 ======================================== 19221|From yon fair hill by the sea 19221|That overlooks the waves; 19221|There let them lie when it is day: 19221|The fearful dead may live! 19221|With a parting kiss he took her hand, 19221|And softly said, 'Lie still, my dear, lie still, lie still;' 19221|'Twas under the spreading willow tree 19221|Where she was laid in the carnation moor, 19221|That now my Harold sleeps in his heir; 19221|Methinks I smell the fresh and mellow scent 19221|Of the hawthorn blooms upon the bank. 19221|The hawthorn bushes growing gay; 19221|And through yon spreading willow tree 19221|That now my dear-lov'd Harold sleeps in his heir, 19221|Methinks I smell the hawthorn blooms perfume, 19221|Ah me! what is't that floats on the air? 19221|It is honey of hawthorn fresh and sweet; 19221|The nestling dreams not that it lives. 19221|'Twas a little thing, little thing, 19221|A little thing on the grassy sod; 19221|A thing of God, a thing of earth indeed; 19221|It came into his keeping so. 19221|The very very very very child 19221|Of the Sun's old motherhood; 19221|He knows what Love is, and he knows 19221|That what he gives is what He takes; 19221|He gives; I doo not know if I may 19221|My love or my young love remember. 19221|O, did ye see her hair, and saw her eyes, 19221|And mark how like her breath was her glance, 19221|How like her breath could her look be, 19221|And then ye would have known she was not she. 19221|Was there a thing on the earth then made, 19221|Or fashioned in an hour to be, 19221|A thing on earth then begot that day; 19221|And did its birth be sweet, or foul? 19221|For sure, fair day, ye saw not how her hair 19221|And her bright eyes dropped like the dew 19221|From her white hand a pearl, as it lay there; 19221|And she herself look'd so like the air 19221|That ye might scarce of her suppose 19221|Her presence there was meant, or that she was there; 19221|For still the same sweet air she seems to breathe, 19221|And still her lips seem to look to see 19221|The white pearls droop tenderly below 19221|Her lid as she looks in the west. 19221|And when ye saw the little hands of hers, 19221|You would have known that she was not she; 19221|Ye would have felt her heart be heavy, 19221|As if it was the child of despair, 19221|Or that she thought of something that was not her: 19221|For still she seems to feel the cold, bright tears, 19221|And still she looks on something dim, 19221|And seems but faintly aware that ye are there. 19221|Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, 19221|Thou's met me oft to-night, 19221|An' hast a' things to tell, 19221|Awww, wee flow'r, 19221|That may auster pleasure prove. 19221|But thou hast ne'er a word to say, 19221|For how couldst thou conceal 19221|That flow'r's color, it's purple-red, 19221|An' a' its purple stain? 19221|An' lest a lover should forget 19221|The purple in the wee flow'r, 19221|An' perchance forget the flow'r, 19221|Forbid it brown, purple flow'r, 19221|If it dye his sleeve. 19221|Twa blushes, wee pair, 19221|Sae blue and sweet; 19221|Sae luv defile; 19221|Twa waur bewurst 19221|Down on the green. 19221|A-mahnden two, 19221|An' one for thrice, 19221|The second a youth, 19221|That's wisest, mean ======================================== SAMPLE 80 ======================================== 30235|A thousand years or less, 30235|Have made his wife, and child, 30235|His friends, his countrymen: 30235|And I am only his woman still, 30235|The wife of his paramour." 30235|"The English are not so free with our men 30235|As we suppose. When Charles of Anjou 30235|To his great foe, the French, sent th' embassy, 30235|They found the integrity of France guarded 30235|By a whole army." 30235|But Sir John of Devonshire answered,--"Ay! 30235|The French are not so free with our men as we 30235|Believe: 30235|And therefore, when Charles sent the king his lordly son 30235|To punish, they are not so free with our men 30235|As we 30235|Believe. The king is but a privateer of France; 30235|And when he sends the French into England 30235|To crush them, his army will set up o'er us." 30235|"Then we will have our doubts, men," the king replied; 30235|"There's not more English blood in our veins than French; 30235|To drive the English into France as I must, 30235|Is madness in men." 30235|The arch-prince, Sir Richard, Sir John of Devonshire, 30235|And the king, with the rest, 30235|With one accord 30235|Cried, "By John of! Let me alone, I implore!" 30235|Their sovereign made answer,--"Ay! and that outrage 30235|Is revenge:" 30235|"Nay, fool that I were," the French exclaimed; 30235|"Would I were in France!" 30235|The arch-prince, Sir Richard, Sir John, thou art; 30235|So let it be so,-- 30235|Let our hearts nevermore beat high above the common!" 30235|And the princely three, in their wrath and our dismay, 30235|Cried, "By France, let her own tongue utter THOU." 30235|The king cried, "By Heaven, I will send her not thee!" 30235|Then forth from the court rose the arch-prince's wife, 30235|And--"By God, I'm all afire!" 30235|Then forth from the queen's fair hall rose the queen's maid, 30235|And cried, "By France, I know thee!" 30235|The arch-prince, Sir Richard, Sir John, the arch-prince, 30235|The arch-prince cried next! 30235|"By France, by God, by France, I tell thee, stay! 30235|By God, by God, by my life! I am not here! 30235|By God, I am but a privateer with Spain:-- 30235|The good king hath sent me to punish thine." 30235|"Ay! and the French are not so brave as they talk." 30235|The arch-prince, Sir Richard, Sir John, cried, then 30235|Up started from her seat; 30235|"By God, by God, they're in a fury." 30235|"But we'll be just," he cried, "as good men can be!" 30235|So, to the hall at once 30235|Of the royal chamber they were brought, and the king cried, 30235|"By God, by God, this man is our ruin; 30235|For breaking the peace was his fault alone, 30235|So we must make him pay." 30235|But what should they talk of, the French might not hear, 30235|For fear would be stilled; 30235|And all day long to the far-away they came, 30235|Sounding to meet them on their way. 30235|Up sprang the sovereign, and called his men together; 30235|"Here's the Duke of the French--here's my liege Maximilian. 30235|Here's my child, my child, my queen, my lady Beatrice. 30235|Here's their sire, with him that brought them to the rescue." 30235|Then answered the little soldier Dan de Vigo. 30235|"O I am Sir Richard," said he, 30235|"And his name is also Sir Richard." 30235|From that knight, so ======================================== SAMPLE 90 ======================================== 1030|Wage war with France and the Duke of Flanders; 1030|That is our object, if we can't at once 1030|Make him an outlaw and traitor as well; 1030|He doth us wrong who makes us so bold, 1030|And will not sit by while Parliament sleeps." 1030|"What are the odds?" said the Duke, "you shall see; 1030|For we have lost our English ambassador." 1030|"What are the odds?" repeated the parliament; 1030|The Duke of Flanders returned an answer more 1030|(The King himself did not understand it). 1030|At length the Duke of Flanders his speech broke short, 1030|And said, "My Lords, I have a little tale to tell you: 1030|"My friend is a man of many talents, 1030|And many talents also can I tell you. 1030|He's come at our request for a trade, 1030|To our great charge, my lords, he's come at your summons. 1030|We've bought him here, and he's yours for a guinea; 1030|In return we'll fight as your knights and your squires; 1030|There's but one cause of all our dissensions, - 1030|We want him back again for the lady May-day." 1030|"Well-a-day, good-a-day," (the Duke of Flanders cried), 1030|"We are lost for ever, all you who hate us. 1030|For if he return for the lady May-day, 1030|This is but a game to your lordship and yours. 1030|If that be the case, then I'll give you the chance, 1030|And show you how to win them by your doing." 1030|The Pope then rose, with his hood he's hanging down, 1030|And bade the barons march out of the hall, 1030|And swear obedience and faith unto God, 1030|To be whipped at the hands if they disobeyed; 1030|He looked on his flock, and gave them his hand; 1030|Then sent his Pope's Master, with every man 1030|To fight like a pilot for the lady May-day: 1030|The barons were ready in many a land, 1030|And many a baron of great prowess; 1030|But the Duke of Flanders was first in to-do, 1030|For he'd never lose in an encounter, 1030|And that he should come within feet of the lady. 1030|Thus the Pope in his hood the Pope was calling, 1030|And his face full of rage and delight: 1030|"You have made my head, for none can be worse; 1030|For if my orders should rise, and you fall, 1030|There's nothing in it that I can't endure; 1030|But make fast before you, and take my hat off, 1030|And tell her to leave off quarrels with men. 1030|My friends and I, with this great army 1030|On a grand project to raise more money. 1030|In a month-and-a-half we'll have the trade over, 1030|And all the good that it shall do thee; 1030|But I fear that our Pope must in fine tell us 1030|That the time must come when our money's gone." 1030|Lord Aldeboran and his men were sent 1030|To the field of battle to find out 1030|How to raise their money to complete 1030|Their glorious work in building Holy Week; 1030|There they found all the tricks of money, 1030|Like many a knab's, who thinks they're all; 1030|He thinks his money is good, but I say, 1030|He thinks the knabs are all wrong in him. 1030|They thought, therefore, to raise a sum that 1030|Was good of any use to them, but nought 1030|To raise the Bishop of the town, a man 1030|Who made the Archbishop of Canterbury, 1030|For it was written before they went, - 1030|The Bishop should come first and all that. 1030|He is out of place in Holy Week, 1030|If in the streets and on the pave. 1030|Then he thought a thing, that is not rare, 1030|I know not how, ======================================== SAMPLE 100 ======================================== 1287|She saw the sun a-glinting, 1287|And the stars were shining! 1287|She saw the sky a-glowin', 1287|And the sea a-mochin'. 1287|She heard the music and singing, 1287|And the glad music, 1287|And her own beloved voice, 1287|That her bosom throbbed with, 1287|Through the joyous evening! 1287|She saw the lovely maiden, 1287|With her neck so supple, 1287|So she stretched so far away, 1287|And the man came nearer 1287|With his arm so loving, 1287|As she murmured softly, 1287|'Be comforted, my sister!' 1287|She heard the song-like rippling 1287|Of happy waters, 1287|As they lightly rippled 1287|As they murmured softly 1287|'Be comforted, my sister!' 1287|The sun-beam shines so brightly, 1287|As he brightens the waters, 1287|As he glows in the vale. 1287|It rose so suddenly, 1287|And a maiden sat sighing, 1287|On the hill-side, 'mid the meadows. 1287|"O, you must give in!" she said, 1287|A sorrowful sighing. 1287|"I will give in willingly, 1287|And I will lie with my sister 1287|In the cave, for I love her 1287|"To my heart's delight, this moment! 1287|Yes, I will lie with my sister 1287|While the waves are raging! 1287|"Her bosom with love glows, 1287|And her eyes with love glowed! 1287|And she smiled upon me the while-- 1287|I'll give in willingly!" 1287|THE wild-wood is the richest, 1287|The greenest, the fairest, 1287|And the dearest of all is the maiden, 1287|And the flower of the woodland. 1287|If in the dewy moonbeams 1287|She sighs, her sighing 1287|Is the sweetest of singing 1287|From the bird and bird of night. 1287|And when all the day is over, 1287|And twilight is approaching. 1287|The sweetest of all is the singing 1287|From the bird and bird of night. 1287|She sleeps in the sunny glade, 1287|Her sleep is sweetest, 1287|And her wakefulness is greatest, 1287|While the sun is shining. 1287|The wildwood was the richest, 1287|The greenest, the fairest, 1287|And the dearest of all is the maiden, 1287|And the flower of the woodland. 1287|As she lay on her bed of leaves, 1287|She spoke aloud her thoughts of life,-- 1287|That to her a sweet dream is best; 1287|And, as she spoke, upon her head 1287|Was the bright star that shone so bright. 1287|She felt as the day was near, 1287|She felt as the shade of night, 1287|And the sweet thought of life she said 1287|Bore a lovely daughter fair. 1287|She laid her head in her lap, 1287|And a tear at every turn, 1287|Stood like a tear that dripped 1287|From the bird's raven head. 1287|She gazed and gazed upon this 1287|With a sorrowful, half-amazement, 1287|She thought within her breast 1287|That she ne'er should see her sister 1287|Again evermore. 1287|With many a sigh was she sighing, 1287|For she knew that day was near, 1287|And that the sweetest of thoughts 1287|Is the tear of the sweetest bird. 1287|The bird she knew she loved best, 1287|The bird that loved the most, 1287|Her dearest sister was,-- 1287|She wept with a happy grief. 1287|Oh! when she sees now the morning, 1287|With starlit skies ablaze, 1287|And a face which love first spied,-- 1287|What a sweet day is ======================================== SAMPLE 110 ======================================== 2558|The little girl of the mountain, 2558|A bright, blue, and golden child! 2558|The little girl of the mountain, 2558|A sunny mountain child! 2558|The little child of the mountain, 2558|The maiden from the cloud. 2558|The little child of the mountain, 2558|The little, little maid! 2558|The little child of the mountain, 2558|The little, little maid!" 2558|The sky was far above, the mountains high, 2558|The clouds were gray and high, 2558|And the little boat and the oars and bows were near, 2558|There was never weather like the time 2558|When I heard the oars and saw the topsail's line. 2558|"Oars and bows! Oars and bows!" 2558|I called, and exclaimed, 2558|"My bows and oars are made of pure gold, 2558|Though I know not what they mean: 2558|I would fain go on board the same I am." 2558|"Go on board!" cried one, "for God and pride! 2558|And let the boat go light--not fast, 2558|But gentle--as the breeze will blow. 2558|For God and pride and speed--we will go on!" 2558|It was an old sail, and so high and high 2558|The sail of the little boat, 2558|She sailed upon a lake of crystal light, 2558|As clear and still as the water's breast; 2558|And the wind, that was swiftest, did the least harm, 2558|And the foam, like flakes of snow, the little maiden kissed. 2558|Thus, thus, and thus did the gayest sail run 2558|The lightest, and wind the fastest, 2558|To the shore of a blue-clad lake; while each 2558|The other's name did sing and say 2558|On the water far and near: 2558|"O me! how I wish!--O me! how I wish 2558|That I might the boat of a mermaid be!" 2558|And the boat was made for every kind, 2558|And some knew how, and some didn't: 2558|The pilot was a little brown-eyed walrus, 2558|And the crew a crew of wampum deer. 2558|But the fish they never came back, 2558|That little brown-eyed walrus; 2558|So that pilot and all the fish, 2558|And all the wampum deer, 2558|Were all sent back to whence they came, 2558|To be fed to gruesomeness. 2558|And thus in silence they ran on shore, 2558|To be fed to gruesomeness; 2558|While the sun did shine on the lake, 2558|And the sun shone bright on the boat, 2558|And where the waves did laugh, 2558|There sat the mermaid and sat the deer. 2558|She sat and sang: and they said, 2558|"O me! how we wish!--O me! how we wish 2558|That we mames could be mames, and we be boys!" 2558|It was noon, and through the twilight bright, 2558|The mariners sailed on. 2558|The waters rolled on high, 2558|Till midnight broke; 2558|And the pilot and all the marauders 2558|Fled, scared and scared. 2558|When the sun fell on the shore, 2558|As if in anger, he flew 2558|And burned the eyes of the walrus, 2558|And he turned his tail and he roared, 2558|And shook his tail and he roared, 2558|Till the wave broke above. 2558|His tail he laid upon the sand, 2558|And laughed and roared, they say, 2558|Till the shore looked blue, and the water ran 2558|In the sunset red. 2558|"Now," said the pilot, "fetch me a boat, 2558|I'll row us to shore." 2558|There was a skiff upon the lake, 2558|There was a bark upon the shore, 2558|All on a stormy night. 2558|"O where will you find a boat?" 2558|And ======================================== SAMPLE 120 ======================================== 8798|Thus she her words re-summ'd: "When I of old 8798|Saw my second self coming, by my seat 8798|Serene, to me she seem'd to stand apart, 8798|Her eyes on me direct, and to my life 8798|This was the bond whereby I was enfranchised. 8798|From her I neither saw the girl, nor knew her, 8798|Till from the tree, that spread beneath us, grew 8798|A shoot; and, as it after watered grew, 8798|Dearer to me than is the sun was that ray. 8798|Admiring, I toward the height where God 8798|Rated us, turn'd me toward her: and, "Woman, now 8798|Description so sorely demands," said I, 8798|"That I for now may be satisfied, attend 8798|To what thou dost reveal." She replied: 8798|"I was a virgin sister in the flesh, 8798|But womb of an Apostle: this I came 8798|To seek, if thou hadst heart and wish to hear 8798|How nymphs in other dances fared. A nymph 8798|Such as to thee appears not, for she ran 8798|Full of herself, with feet and winding sheet 8798|Affection's mistress. Thou well mayst marvel, 8798|If she to death had come. That never cow 8798|Stayed beating was Minerva's accountant, 8798|When she discharg'd her stallion. Such began 8798|Amorous pair, and then the later fry, 8798|Ere man arose. But that which seems to me 8798|Of most consequence, concerning them all, 8798|Was their departing from the ordinary way, 8798|And from the spiritual. They were apart 8798|And alone for ever. This is Homer, 8798|And that which follows him; and if thou listen, 8798|In reading thou mayst well believe what I say. 8798|A similar delusion now o'ercasts my head, 8798|Even of the writers, who write of love 8798|In prose or in the human. I beheld 8798|A virgin cavalier courteously invite 8798|To his abode a daughter beauteous, fair, 8798|But helpless, and of simple gest they be, 8798|As months or years may be extended. With him 8798|Pass'd a tent of hospitable judges, 8798|Attending to the lawful marriage of 8798|Those kinsmen of their關[A] and of their weal, 8798|That for the king were chosen to perform 8798|His civility. E'en as I beheld 8798|A host of people, who, with loud wails 8798|Resounded, going next the ship, his own, 8798|His country's, or the first of nations' courts, 8798|He prayed that all might there in silence stay, 8798|And in their turn be appeased. In thee, 8798|O Father, I have dwelt with perfect joy; 8798|And great as is thy love, and profound, 8798|And steadfast as the steadfast showers are, 8798|Which, for their merit, yet seek no skies. 8798|Many people have believed, as I believe, 8798|That I, who made the heaven and earth, and all 8798|Things which I photograph, did sit still 8798|With silent hope of favour with the mighty 8798|That smote me from the chain whence I was fell. 8798|But love will bear us winged flight from both; 8798|And, howsoever fervent, does not lead 8798|To that celestial realm, where she, who sees 8798|The secret of everything, and knows 8798|By what passions moved me to that strait 8798|Upon which the fierce mountain Rays their spires 8798|Impress their palpitation, made the way 8798|For mortals to pass to their own loss. 8798|The honour that a faithful verse bestows 8798|Upon his author, truly hath decreed 8798|Of force and perfection: but the praise 8798|That waxeth still through him, unbounded, I 8798|Pass not unworthy of. (And this is plain, 8798 ======================================== SAMPLE 130 ======================================== 5185|To the forest trees he hastens, 5185|Throws himself down in despair; 5185|To the river, downward gliding, 5185|To the cataract's side ascends he, 5185|Bathes in the stream and water, 5185|Thus addressing Thoos-kin and brothers, 5185|Saying, these shall be their counsels; 5185|I shall make thy father's fields, 5185|Thy paternal hills, ascend with me; 5185|I shall plant and rear in peace 5185|This my son's dwelling-place, 5185|Build upon the ocean-billows, 5185|In the waters flow my waters, 5185|Falling from the thousand islands; 5185|Water freely in the eddies, 5185|Falling from the waterfalls of rivers, 5185|On the meadows of the mountains; 5185|Water in the springs of Sariola; 5185|And the spring, and waterfall, 5185|Falling from the castles of Suomi, 5185|Falling through the fen-lands downward, 5185|Falling in the fishing-waters; 5185|Falling to the falls of Pondewis, 5185|Falling on SNOW'S bosom cold-bay, 5185|Falling to the castles of Lahti, 5185|Falling to the islands forest-dwelling. 5185|In the falls of Kalevala, 5185|Gaily dances Lemminkainen, 5185|On the falls of Kalevala, 5185|Climbs in the sloping waters, 5185|Leaping upward leaps with joy; 5185|Then he wades in the river, 5185|On the blue-back of the billows, 5185|Dives in the waters of Suomi; 5185|There to swim unerringly 5185|In the shinin-stone of Manala. 5185|There he plunges as diver plunges, 5185|There he plunges as eniver, 5185|In the stone of Kalevala; 5185|Deep the grave and spacious enough, 5185|Well-filled with stones and water! 5185|Thus attempered, deep and wide, 5185|Thus secure against evaporation, 5185|From the fen the hero rises, 5185|Rising from the waters gray-lock; 5185|Floating 'mid the Lake's turbid waters, 5185|To the heights of Northland heights, 5185|To the castles of Wainola, 5185|To Wainola's halls and chambers, 5185|To the chambers of his mother. 5185|Where his beauteous mother lay, 5185|In the first of her delves, 5185|Seems he rising, rising still, 5185|From the slime and mud pooled there. 5185|Seeks he then her couch of joy, 5185|Seeking thus his cherished son, 5185|Seeking now his faithful hero, 5185|Carefully the cradle climbs, 5185|Ladders run among the waves, 5185|Rises o'er the troubled waters, 5185|To the rapine of the marshes. 5185|Seeks he now his beauteous mother, 5185|Seeking now his long-lost daughter, 5185|Thus he grasps the aged matron, 5185|Seeking now his Kaukomieli, 5185|Bounds he o'er the rolling billows, 5185|Thus he seems to float and move 5185|To the surface of the waters. 5185|Seeks he then his long-lost maiden, 5185|Still she screams, and moans, and sighs, 5185|Sees thy cradle in the waters, 5185|Feels thine anguish in the surf-waves. 5185|Seeks he now his long-lost mother, 5185|Still she shrieks, and moans, and sighs, 5185|Seeks the cradle in the waters, 5185|Goes to seek the sea-cave cave-maidens; 5185|Seeks she now the shore-stones, 5185|Drinks she holes and springs them likewise, 5185|In the deeps she speaks these words: 5185|"Whither, my darling, whither, 5 ======================================== SAMPLE 140 ======================================== 1719|I shall never find you; but the night 1719|That brings you may find me again, 1719|If I shall have a moment's look, 1719|Across the bridge that crosses all 1719|The dark, and in the portcullis 1719|Look in my face and find no face, 1719|No eyes to read my soul, 1719|No lips of ice to warm and fold 1719|My burning heart. 1719|The moon looks from the roof; 1719|In their flat embracings the men 1719|Catch glimpses of light, but then 1719|Light is a strange and sweet thing. 1719|The white-winged hawk is in the city again-- 1719|He comes in the night; we turn; 1719|His shadow on our windows burns, 1719|Fires blind by which we lie; 1719|And the night brings the sound and look 1719|He brings of the land of dreams. 1719|I go back to the place where I first found thee, 1719|I am young, I am old, old the same, 1719|I do not know how to feel. 1719|And we are alone and blind and wrong. 1719|And our hearts are weary, too weary; 1719|I am old in ways; but I am young 1719|And strong in my grief. 1719|And you shall be strong, perhaps, when time shall drive 1719|Your soul a-fleeing. We have lived too long. 1719|In our eyes, and under our thoughts, and in our dreams, 1719|We shall stand, our spirits, but our ears and eyes, 1719|As men stand watchful till our eyes shall see 1719|The thing that we have prayed. 1719|We have lived too long. The world is not our play, 1719|And not only the night is in its place, 1719|But always before we find our God. 1719|If there be a voice and a shape of sound 1719|In all the years that we have heard and seen, 1719|What a name and what a name have we made 1719|Of things that are dead and out of mind, 1719|We may make them live again and live again. 1719|What could life give to me to keep me born, 1719|To keep me going, and to keep me young? 1719|I say this of myself, that we were old, 1719|And yet young in spirit. 1719|We had not walked in death's place, but walked in youth, 1719|In light and heat, in song and dance. 1719|We had not walked in love, but walked in fear; 1719|In flesh no longer than a thing of fear, 1719|As one the end of the world. 1719|We are not strong to hear nor understand, 1719|But yet we walk as one among men; 1719|We know what is, what was, and what shall be, 1719|We know our life, our breath, and our death, 1719|Knowing our life, and not our death. 1719|Men talk of love, but what of love to us? 1719|All that we knew of love was lying there 1719|Under the shadow of the things not knowing. 1719|Men talk of peace, but what to us was peace? 1719|How could love live in the world of men, 1719|Where every day new words and new desires 1719|Might make the sun go down, and make men question 1719|And want and fear and sin? 1719|We have no hope, but we have work to do; 1719|The world speaks of hope, and knows not why, 1719|And our desire is of a sudden still 1719|And unawares. 1719|Men talk of a God, but what of a God? 1719|Before men spoke, and were not heard, 1719|Their hearts were kindled; their bright eyes shone; 1719|And it was well with many a soul 1719|That called upon Him. 1719|His name, that is full faint and strange, 1719|Hath meaning and that may sound divine 1719|To hearts without a name to know, 1719|Though many a name it bears. 1719|For many a name is fair to-day ======================================== SAMPLE 150 ======================================== 1568|With all its longs and sighs. 1568|So, when the old men wailed, 1568|I went and left them 1568|To walk by meadows in the twilight 1568|By the great church-yard wall: 1568|Or, in the dim old church-yard, 1568|Stand, with ivy clustering, 1568|Where the black ivy-tassels 1568|Hide the faces of the women in the church-yard wall. 1568|Till the autumn came with its rains and mist, 1568|And the sun, through his little silver-weed 1568|Bubbling, like a poisoned cup, 1568|Came down on the village garden-bed 1568|And washed the garden and the old farm-trees 1568|And swept them white, like a thing that lieth dead 1568|Upon the street. 1568|And the old men who said good-bye 1568|Saw the grey walls, and the black church-spire, 1568|And the white hands of the sleeping dead 1568|Lying across that dark and dusty floor; 1568|And when the days were darkest, 1568|At times, on the windows' creaking blinds, 1568|The little church-fire's flicker of yellow light 1568|Struck out upon the cold grey sky. 1568|But I went to the lonely place of burial - 1568|This is the place of burial, 1568|Here is the grave of little Hilda 1568|And here is the bed of her who died; 1568|Here is the coffin, wrapped in white fluff, 1568|And this is the prayer her mother said: 1568|O who would keep his peace 1568|By the little grave that the brown flowers keep 1568|In your sweet chestnut boughs, 1568|Or by the pall you leave so grand in the wall? 1568|O who would be his keeper 1568|When the harvest moon's a-scan, 1568|Or the autumn sky a-drift 1568|Along the glistening grain, 1568|And the little churchyard grass is still 1568|With the dead dead little ones whom you bury here? 1568|O who would be his keeper 1568|When the children are at play, 1568|When the summer moon's a-slanting 1568|Along the glistening grain, 1568|And you hear the laughter of good little boys, 1568|And the voices sweet of summer 1568|As they pass the old wood-gate, 1568|And a-nodding up and down. 1568|O who would be his keeper 1568|When the wind is in the hedging 1568|And the wild flowers kiss the corn-grains, 1568|And the birds come singing, 1568|With their glee and their song, 1568|To gather the golden moisture of song, 1568|And the children, their rosy faces, 1568|Follow them at the hedgerow till the cows 1568|Are safe in the pasture, 1568|And the moon is down and the rain is done; 1568|And the rain-drops dance 1568|In the wind-scented leaves of the maple trees 1568|And the children laugh, 1568|And the old grasses, wet from the rain, 1568|And the little pigs' bouncy hinds, 1568|And the cows when the pasture is full and the sheep 1568|Follow them on the ridges till all shall be 1568|They smile in their play 1568|Till the leaves dance in the little garden-grass 1568|And the sun in the little fields and the corn 1568|Keep the old joy in their play, 1568|And the tears in their eyes 1568|Stay with them as their joy in hours like these, 1568|And the children smile in their play, 1568|And their hands are full of the seeds of song 1568|That germinate songs as they smile, 1568|And the old grass in the garden grows green 1568|And fresh with the seedlings of song. 1568|They smile 1568|And the leaves dance in the garden in the moon and the sun 1568|And the little voices of children, 1568|And laughing and singing, 1568|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 160 ======================================== 2381|With a little bit of him. 2381|'Tis but a little thing 2381|I cannot see your face, Mrs. Prudence,-- 2381|It's the little that I can see. 2381|It's only the little that 2381|Cannot be pleased with; 2381|I know there was an oak-tree in the wood, 2381|And I think it's not the same oak-tree you see 2381|And the moon from the moon. 2381|'Tis only the little that 2381|Was not made to please; 2381|For though you say you know what I mean-- 2381|What d'you mean when you talk of such things? 2381|For the moon in the moon is the little that was made 2381|To be used for sun, 2381|And he said the wood was an oak tree. 2381|Oh, Mr. Little-foot, what is't you do? 2381|Oh, what is't you do to make the world so green? 2381|Oh, what is't you do that makes it so sweet? 2381|But why, when you are going to paint a tree? 2381|Where can you get a bit so soft and sweet? 2381|And how do you paint a branch that's so white? 2381|And if you were such as to paint a rose 2381|You wouldn't care about the leaves at all. 2381|So why don't you paint a tree? 2381|You've painted trees once, but you've never seen one. 2381|So then it's nothing new? 2381|And where in the world has anyone been? 2381|But I've been just where she lived and was good. 2381|Mr. Little-foot, you do not guess? 2381|Or is it only the oak tree? 2381|Or is it only the moon? 2381|Well, then, let me paint-- 2381|Where we met, a hundred years ago-- 2381|A lady and child. 2381|And it's you 2381|That I mean. 2381|'Tis only you 2381|Those places that were blue with the moon, 2381|And the sun, and the stars' soft light. 2381|So when I go round a yard or so, 2381|And pick a lock, or a peep once more, 2381|And the same old room is the place 2381|I left, to remind me, again-- 2381|Oh, do you think 2381|I ever shall complain, 2381|Or make my heart full of trouble again, 2381|That I can't give you back the trees. 2381|The moon is so bright, 2381|You are so fair, 2381|We cannot stay 2381|Long without play; 2381|The lark in the sky, 2381|I love you better, 2381|I shall try to say, 2381|And will try still, 2381|As the lark goes 2381|Over the gate. 2381|To go with the stars, 2381|To watch them soar, 2381|To look and to shine, 2381|To make a starry dream, 2381|To kiss the sky! 2381|The nightingale sings so low, 2381|She stops the world in its play: 2381|Ah, there is a part of her 2381|I love so much! 2381|The nightingale sings in the field, 2381|And a bee goes in to pollinate the stems: 2381|I am in love, and the flowers 2381|I shall find, 2381|Of the world they say my taste is coarse, 2381|But the bee's taste is heaven-high! 2381|Ah, what is it to be sweet? 2381|It is to sit all day 2381|And hear the nightingale, 2381|That sings the song of youth's golden prime 2381|And the dreams of manhood. 2382|"It is the time to stop a little for a smoke, 2382|In the dark village of Shrewsbury. 2382|A sprig of yellow holly I find, 2382|And a little old hearth to warm you a bit, 2382|And the smoke and the candlelight how they 2382| ======================================== SAMPLE 170 ======================================== 24644|And then he said, "That is so-so; 24644|Then we will all go home together; 24644|Yes, I can say that to you." 24644|Old Mother Goose, she built a house, 24644|Not knowing where to put it, 24644|And thereupon she built a bench, 24644|Not sure if that was good. 24644|She sat upon it, with her broom, 24644|And plowed the whole land round; 24644|But she found that it was not good, 24644|So she sat down upon it. 24644|Sir Ralph stayed at home, playing at cards, 24644|Calling all his friends away; 24644|But his parents would not arm them with arms 24644|Or bring them riding to the town. 24644|And Sir R--r soon as he heard it, 24644|Came in, and asked what was the matter. 24644|When Sir R--r said that he had been 24644|Forc'd away from school, and play'd all day: 24644|Sir R--r's parents were both saddled with him, 24644|So it pleased them to call him boy. 24644|Away went poor Old Mother Goose, with all her quill, 24644|And beat up Sir R--r, with a thorn; 24644|At which little Old Mother Goose began to grin, 24644|As she saw her own son look dejected. 24644|He play'd till twelve, when he came to the door 24644|With a basket on his arm, and a basket in his mouth; 24644|He peep'd through the shutter, and out stepped the Toad, 24644|For he was a very good cook. 24644|"Good sir, why come you out to rob us, sir?" 24644|"So do we, and no one is we." 24644|"Go to your mother, and tell her to come to; 24644|Good sir, we are a great train, and will keep them in, 24644|If she will drive a mile behind us." 24644|One, two, and three, 24644|Pour out of the bell and out of the bottle, 24644|They brim and they spout, 24644|And all the people come. 24644|One, two, three, 24644|Four, five, six, seven, 24644|Eight, nine, ten, eleven, 24644|Twelve, twelve, thirteen, 24644|"We never knew whether we'd get home safe, 24644|Or whether we wouldn't get home at all." 24644|Two small mice sat on a chair, 24644|One was in the corner, 24644|Two were in the chair together, 24644|Three were in the corner singly. 24644|"Two little mice sat on chairs, 24644|One in the back, and two in the front."] 24644|"Whip-poor-will's mine!" the mite in the corner murmured, 24644|"I can be a great lion man, 24644|I can jump up to the towers of Belfast 24644|And look down on Belfast town." 24644|"Oh, who will care, when the cat and the fiddle 24644|Have gone out to pasture?" 24644|The cow was going to the milking, 24644|The ox was going to the milking; 24644|And now the cats and the dogs have gone out to pasture, 24644|And the mice are all gone to pasture. 24644|"Who will take care when the cat and the fiddle 24644|Go to bed to sleep?" 24644|The rats and the cock, in a barn were talking, 24644|The pigs and the shepherds were standing by; 24644|"Who will nurse the little children when they're born?" 24644|"Who will go to the moor when the morn is alone?" 24644|"Who will go to the graveyard when the dead come by?" 24644|"Who will go to the graveyard when the dead come by?" 24644|It came to a pretty bed-- 24644|A pretty bed had I; 24644|The pretty mother did lie down; 24644|In a pretty bed were we. 24644|The pretty father lay on his back, 24644|Mary on his knees beside him kneeled, 24644|And kissed the ======================================== SAMPLE 180 ======================================== 15370|The best of all the sweets 15370|That come to folks who come-- 15370|That come when the time is o'erturned 15370|To some old friend of ours, 15370|When our love is a thing for tears, 15370|Our dear ones out of sight. 15370|The best of all the sweets--well, 15370|I'm not sure you'd know it yet-- 15370|Is the taste of that old home 15370|When the friends I love are nigh. 15370|It's like a cherry-- 15370|Like a cherry, 15370|I shall write at some point, dear-- 15370|I'd like for things I love; 15370|But I'd like them now, not ha'f o' them; 15370|So, a cherry, 15370|And a cherry, 15370|But I'd like to be a cherry. 15370|Of course, there's nothing better 15370|Than cherries, dear. 15370|(By the way, I love cherry-ripe, 15370|And I have a secret with that cherry. 15370|I'm not a very big lover of this flower. 15370|But I think it's the very very flower to me for which this one 15370|caterpillar, and the shrimp with white legs and antenna, and the 15370|scorpion with dark eyes and black, and the beetles with dark 15370|colours, and the beetle we call the "dumb bugs," with their 15370|black mouths and bodies like their mother's, and the tiny spiders 15370|with their tiniest fingers." 15370|But the best of all the sweets 15370|That come in a sweet friend's room 15370|Is his cherry-hole. 15370|When the friends I love are nigh, 15370|And the dear ones out of sight, 15370|It's sweetest--sweetest, dear-- 15370|When the merry, friendly friends 15370|That I love are nigh. 15370|"He who is happy oft is glad," 15370|So the old poets write: 15370|But are they right or wrong, 15370|We are far from happy when we're sad: 15370|Let's see, dear friend, 15370|Why I like this lark, and whom I love, 15370|This happy little Lark. 15370|We have all been glad, I hope, 15370|When our hopes and our fears took wing, 15370|And the earth was happy there, 15370|But when do you think the sky is glad? 15370|Do the clouds and the moon and the stars, 15370|If you look hard on their faces, smile? 15370|Is there joy in the sea and the land, 15370|If you ask it to tell you the truth? 15370|Do we ever? 15370|I see him on the water 15370|With his white sail all a-quiver, 15370|With the happy little lark 15370|At his elbow, and his nose 15370|All a-freckled with a golden curl, 15370|He loves to tell to the children here 15370|Whether it's snow or whether it's rain; 15370|He licks off the children's thumbs, 15370|He laughs at their faces, he makes them laugh, 15370|And he sits like an infant on their toes, 15370|And looks after them at their backs. 15370|The little Lark has a golden curl, 15370|With a fritch-comb of a voice, 15370|And a little bald head, and a nose 15370|Like an infant's crowning sinew 15370|He sings to the children, and when he sings, 15370|'Tis the children's music the while. 15370|The little lark so sweetly flutes, 15370|And claps his wings up high, 15370|I could hold my wings high for you, 15370|You dear little Lark, and kiss your tail-- 15370|Oh, the little Lark will always sing. 15370|I should really have to stop the song 15370|To tick the time so closely, 15370|I have such a tender way of singing, 15370|Such a dear, pensive note; 15370|I wonder why the children sing, ======================================== SAMPLE 190 ======================================== 5184|With the sword of Tuoni, 5184|With the deadly weapon of Tuoni, 5184|With the point of the sharpened sword-blade, 5184|With the blade of the God of Death!" 5184|Spake the evil Lemminkainen, 5184|Handsome hero, Kaukomieli, 5184|These the words the hero uttered: 5184|"Do not give me this thy answer, 5184|Do not yield to my threats ungrateful, 5184|Useless to me thy threatings, 5184|Useless to me thy threats as evil, 5184|Useless to me thy evil counsel; 5184|Thou hast fooled my hero-mindsom 5184|With thy magic to transgress me. 5184|Thou shalt harm me in no wise extent me 5184|With this sword of Tuouyaya! 5184|To the NetherRuins thou shalt drag me, 5184|Pierce me to the marrow with the handle, 5184|With the sharpened sword of Tuoni!" 5184|Spake the evil Lemminkainen, 5184|These the words the hero uttered 5184|From the court of Tuonela: 5184|"Lemminkainen, my dearest brother, 5184|Thou my strongest man in battle, 5184|Do not trouble me with threats, 5184|Do not trouble me with insults, 5184|Wound me with the sharpened weapon, 5184|With the edge of Lempo's god-sword, 5184|With the pointed blade of Tuoni!' 5184|"Kaukomieli, evil wizard, 5184|Ruin at heart, thy servant, 5184|Wizard slain in selfish rage, 5184|Charming unsuspecting children, 5184|Barter for gold his victims, 5184|Seeking for his happy future 5184|In the dismal Sariola. 5184|"Ilmarinen's mother answers: 5184|"Do not think that I accept you, 5184|Think that death awaits thee soon- 5184|From this sword of Tuoni, 5184|From the sharpened sword of Tuoni!" 5184|Thereupon the awful hero, 5184|Quick retire to Tuonela, 5184|Conjured there in fatal combat; 5184|There engaged the injured hero, 5184|Tried to kill the evil Lemminkainen, 5184|Beating him with the broadsword, 5184|Thrusting in his body thong-making; 5184|Tried to kill the hero-warrior 5184|With the magic net obtained 5184|From the blacksmith, Ilmarinen. 5184|This young man rose from Lempo's river, 5184|Stood upon a rock in ocean, 5184|Near the falls of rapid Melie, 5184|Carefully poised his broadsword, 5184|Carefully poised his magic sword-blade, 5184|Carefully, and well, was Lemminkainen, 5184|Holds his breath, but cannot fight; 5184|Thus in hopeless trouble answers, 5184|Thus addresses the young magician, 5184|The enchanted hero, Lemminkainen: 5184|"Unhappy son of Goblin-land, 5184|Rising from the sea of magic, 5184|Now again I meet thee, hero, 5184|Cometh from Tuoni's watery kingdom 5184|To complain of thine inactivity. 5184|Wanting again these nets of copper, 5184|Wanting again these eagle-wings, 5184|I have fashioned of a fibres, 5184|I have fashioned of a shaft-beam, 5184|Wilt thou let us fight once more, hero, 5184|Wilt thou accept this valiant challenge?" 5184|Thus the hero, Lemminkainen, 5184|Thus the handsome Kaukomieli, 5184|Thus the boatman of Wainola, 5184|Spake these words to angry Lemminkainen: 5184|"Rising guest, expect the bowl-rer 5184|Wherefore didst send me to the tournament, 5184|To be there enshrined as an Under-captain, 5184|On the broad back of the storm-wind roaring?" 5184|Lemminkainen's answer ======================================== SAMPLE 200 ======================================== 1279|Than you would think. 1279|"I'd not be 'bove the King's'! 1279|'Twas for one that I took anither art; 1279|I hae nae friends o Christabel,' she said, 1279|'The flower was a thorn wi' me; 1279|And now a thorn it is o my sweetheart, 1279|Wha now shall cheer her, dearie? 1279|"I hae na friends o Christabel, 1279|She's grown quite mony a frustre. 1279|For mony a day she's gane frae me, 1279|And mony ane she's seen but me; 1279|And now she's seen but me, my dearie, 1279|And now she's gane frae me." 1279|"I think, Sarah, wha likes it here." 1279|"I think, Sarah, wha likes it there? 1279|We shall take his right, that's clear; 1279|The King's a guid sir," she said, 1279|"For he dangles by Christabel, 1279|That's clear." 1279|"I'll hae a ca', aye kebbuck, 1279|Tho' my ha%e he wad hae mysel." 1279|"I'll get a pair o' kittle breeks; 1279|There's no place like auld Scotland, 1279|For ae Scots braes by auld Scotland, 1279|Though I were ne'er o' them." 1279|Thro' the hills of Cathra's hills, 1279|To the plain of Erin's plains, 1279|She willed a kittle boar, 1279|And up the heather-brae, 1279|By the ca' of a bonnie lassie, 1279|"O where will I find her?" 1279|"In yon lane and through the glen," 1279|Quoth he, "and a bonnie lassie, 1279|That ye led on the mair." 1279|O wad ye come awa sae dearest, 1279|To wisse ye awa frae a lassie, 1279|I've a heart that canna fail, 1279|If ye'll come and be my dearie; 1279|But there's the lane and through the glen, 1279|An' where will a bonnie lassie be; 1279|There the lane and through the glen, 1279|An' where will a bonnie lassie be? 1279|Chorus--O come awa, come awa, &c. 1279|O come awa, come awa, &c. 1279|O come awa, come awa, &c. 1279|And see my couthie, &c. 1279|Come, draw a rune, &c. 1279|O come awa, come awa, &c. 1279|An' see my lassie, &c. 1279|As ye come via, &c. 1279|O come awa, come awa, &c. 1279|O come agger, &c. 1279|Come on, my heart; the woods are growing, 1279|O'er yon hills hae waters flowing; 1279|But the rose is bonnie,--there's no denying it; 1279|Let us go on a-wning. 1279|Come, come, come, come on a-wening, 1279|For the spring will ne'er come misfire. 1279|The birds are on the wing,--we'll be nurst; 1279|But a-sail on the stream wintry,-- 1279|For the brook is growling,--'s the thing for ever: 1279|Let us go on a-wening. 1279|O come awa, dear, come awa, &c. 1279|O come awa, dear, come awa; 1279|O come, I'll be your faithful lover; 1279|But fear nought--I'll come back in another. 1279|I ken your days are flowin' young, 1279|Ye flourer, flutterin' young; 1279|But still I'm growin' pale,--the more that I think 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 210 ======================================== 3295|The words and look of some stern lover, 3295|And then, 'The old love'--what a laugh! 3295|How the long nights went by 3295|On these eyes. What a soundless sigh! 3295|What the quaver of those strings 3295|In this feverous feverous throat! 3295|"Well, if he's so good-hearted, 3295|If he loves me, it cannot hurt. 3295|But if not tender, if not true, 3295|I have other suers who can hurt, 3295|Who can work my will, though I say 'no.' 3295|I have many enemies." 3295|"Why, you are a fool!" the lover cried, 3295|As he rose and groped for her. "I thank 3295|The Lord that I am not so much in love!" 3295|And as he came, he stopped, and peered 3295|A moment where she sat, and smiled, and bent 3295|An eager question at him--his face 3295|With its wild light reflected, and his hand 3295|His mouth in, half kissing,--while his cheek 3295|Was a thin veil between them: "What art thou looking at? 3295|Or looking for thee? What, O lover, wherefore draw thy eyes? 3295|Nay, smile, my mistress, smile! I would not look upon thee 3295|For aught thou sayest; if in the world I ever hid thee. 3295|Look on me calmly--do not blink! I have a heart's delight, 3295|"I have a secret joy, I have a lovelier joy, 3295|A sweeter pleasure, far, far sweeter than the rest, 3295|A blissful feeling--so tell me, is it for thee? 3295|Ah, that's the secret delight of all my heart. 3295|Is it for thee as well, dear? But no. I love thee not. 3295|"I am jealous! I am jealous; I should be 3295|More true by far of what the maiden holds most dear. 3295|And now the truth, my good self, is this--and 'twould be 3295|Perchance a lie if the maiden did not hold it dear. 3295|I have a secret joy! What secret joy, pray who knows 3295|What secret joy my good self so thinks o'er?" 3295|She turned her dark eyes to the sky, 3295|And in that look one thought took wing, 3295|"I know not anything of secret joy," 3295|The dark girl breathed--"nor would I know it now. 3295|The secret joy of his heart, the secret joy of his life, 3295|He loves not any that he meets, nor any that grieves; 3295|He fears no wiles; he loves not fame, nor yet false praise, 3295|Nor cares for silver lips or silver blushes' scorn. 3295|"He wears a secret joy on every limb, 3295|A light upon his path, a glory in his eyes 3295|And in the eyes of all that sees him; for he hath seen 3295|Seamen and sailors come and sailed and came 3295|With shipmen in the lonely, darkling way, 3295|And never has he looked, save upon his lord, 3295|Where the light of Paradise shone out to all. 3295|"He loves not any that he meets--save one 3295|Who loved him, if to-night: a strange woman true. 3295|He loves as in a secret trance, and still they say 3295|He loves as well as he! And this same night, 3295|He comes to the tower door, and stands there still 3295|To kiss it, and go in, and enter in!" 3295|--A look of deep-sea wonder on her face, 3295|And from her trembling lips the utterance came 3295|Of a far-off song--and from the music fell 3295|Like a soft voice of love, and filled the room 3295|With such sweet sounds, that from their very birth, 3295|Each was in other unto all sweet sounds true. 3295|It fell, though she did not heed it, on love's high way, 3295|And her face turned toward ======================================== SAMPLE 220 ======================================== 4010|To watch the dusky moon 4010|Still drop a silvery gleam 4010|O'er the black, mountain headlands. 4010|When the winter storms had ceased, 4010|And chill airs swept the field; 4010|But when the autumn day 4010|Had waned into the morn, 4010|And a gray mist rolled down the stream, 4010|And drowsy cocks were cawed, 4010|His hounds and huntsmen set, 4010|The hunting of a peasant. 4010|Their hares in forest ranks crouch'd; 4010|And, when near these uplands wild, 4010|Low in the deep-wood's gloom, 4010|Where the first lark's warbled high, 4010|The master's stag went lair: 4010|The woods resounded with his bound; 4010|And the loud clang of steel 4010|Was echoed through the deep-meadow'd dale, 4010|And reedy grass-grown bracks of Mungirlio. 4010|While thus his blood was chilled 4010|As his last words he breathed to me, 4010|The hunter left his hounds; 4010|And forward, with a fierce stride, 4010|A stag drove out before them. 4010|The master sought him for a spear, 4010|But soon in vain: 4010|He fell behind the thicket, 4010|Nor stirr'd to rise again; 4010|With blood and brain aforwound: 4010|And his hounds, that held him, beat him, 4010|As on he lay a forlorn heap, 4010|While the wild stag ran mad - 4010|Stamp, trampling foot, and rout, and charge, 4010|And the woods resounded to his blood: 4010|For many a ridge, and many a tree 4010|The hounds had rack'd and goreed: 4010|And many a tree had been felled, 4010|When, in his passion of life, 4010|The master cried, in grief represt, 4010|"Ah me! what hoofs! what horns!" 4010|At length they came, through brake and brier, 4010|To the wide-reached boughs between; 4010|And there, upon the dingle's edge, 4010|From the high tree-top, down, they leapt; 4010|And there beneath the roof-tree's spray, 4010|They bore their ensample far and wide 4010|Over the meadow, field, and plough, 4010|Till all were left in dolorous mood, 4010|And the hounds were still and hollower. 4010|Then they drove onward as the need. 4010|And hark, how, with a whirlwind blow, 4010|The master, with a shout, proclaims 4010|His hounds to loose at will 4010|At once upon the hunting-horn, 4010|Or any other bough of sway, 4010|Or tree, or tower. 4010|Then turn they, still pursuing, 4010|Into the forest's heart, 4010|While the stag comes back, with shouts, 4010|And claps his rugged neck, and cries, 4010|Or, reeling back, they drag him 4010|With all the force they have. 4010|And he comes back in vain, 4010|For, though the hounds him drag, 4010|He has nothing in his horn. 4010|"O God!" cried John, "what hounds! 4010|Why, why, he never hurt me; 4010|A thing of little worth. 4010|O! may I never see 4010|My father's hut again, 4010|For aught I ask him, wretch! 4010|Save as I sought him here 4010|To do him wrong to drive 4010|His steeds from the country green, 4010|To wend a prey to wrong, 4010|And curse the bullock's heart, 4010|And curse their hoarser race, 4010|Who spurn the little game, 4010|And leave the lion's meat!" 4010|He spake and turn'd him round 4010|To pray or curse the hound, 4 ======================================== SAMPLE 230 ======================================== 8197|From its own fire-swiftness, till the eyes 8197|Are tired and weary; and there's much to say 8197|That may not be said, or that will not be said. 8197|You call me 'crapulous,' yet that was not 8197|The sentiment I ever had about you. 8197|But just as I am; and the thoughts that flit 8197|On your mind, or come to me--I don't know 8197|The name or mean them--take form or substance, 8197|They are not mine to give. They all are mine: 8197|I help to form their substance, nor define 8197|The thoughts that come to me from their source. 8197|Some, at least: for the world is full of them, 8197|And I too are fancies fair--or kind; 8197|And some of you have the soul of birds, 8197|Or the souls of insects in your brain, 8197|Which glided from your memory, or else 8197|The spirit and will of somebody else. 8197|What matter?--I know the rest and all 8197|So well that, since you wrote to me of all, 8197|I have been able to gather all 8197|In one clear, crisp, shining, glowing letter. 8197|And when I find one of your thoughts, let it 8197|Be the same thought you saw in me the first. 8197|That is as true. I am sure you will say 8197|If not true, 'just plain untrue.' What's that? 8197|I cannot go to see the play yet. 8197|The theatre this week is in session 8197|To-night, and though the lights are low and shy, 8197|Ladies and gentlemen, I must say 8197|I do not choose to go on the benches. 8197|I must finish the play and send it out. 8197|'T is all the same to me though I have not 8197|One word of all the people who shall see it; 8197|And I shall go, if absent, as the sun 8197|Sets early the lamps and doors, to be 8197|Still beside her, in her presence, and in 8197|Her company, and watch her walk and smile. 8197|One must be a fool, one knows it all, 8197|One says the words the least and feels the most, 8197|One can't let love go, which will never be. 8197|I have known what is, for many a day, 8197|And come what may, to keep my heart from breaking, 8197|But now, for heaven's sake, don't let love go, 8197|Or else the world will seem as wrong to me 8197|As wrong the sun-set to one who will never 8197|Be by it, as it is to you--which is why 8197|I must not go till evening comes around. 8197|But now, and as I write to you, my hand 8197|Is laid across my heart, and with a cry 8197|I raise it from its piteous sleep 8197|In the deep silence. 'Twas the last time 8197|I breathed alone. Then, a night of shadows, 8197|A night of whispering winds and falling stars, 8197|I dared to stay with my poor lover, I, 8197|Who kept awake alone and watched and hoped 8197|He'd come to win one word from me. 8197|Then suddenly the night was overpast 8197|And with it--he! I was alone again! 8197|I have lived to-night a night with you, dear. 8197|I'll dream it through again, to-night. 8197|I will be in love with nothing less 8197|Than you, with all your wide-eyed, pleading eyes, 8197|Your warm, tender touch, your perfect lips. 8197|And I shall kneel beside you and watch 8197|Your fingers play about my clasped things, 8197|Till it seems I myself have one, and then 8197|I'll cease to see the world, and--oh, no, 8197|That pain will never give me utterance 8197|Though you should die, my darling, before 8197|My heart. I know how the great world grows ======================================== SAMPLE 240 ======================================== 42052|With the long, slow, lonely nights and the dull, 42052|Winding, melancholy miles to and fro, 42052|And the wind that comes at dawn to lament 42052|To the long-wandered town, long, lonely miles to and fro, 42052|And, sighing, sighs again, and the world's long way, long, 42052|The wind that comes at dawn to lament, long, 42052|To the long-wandered town, long, lonely miles to and fro. 42052|So the great, white moon came to them, and she sat 42052|Far down upon the hill behind the pine, 42052|With the blue sky behind her, while she prayed 42052|To the great, white moon--to the moon of light. 42052|Her pale blue wings the gentle moonlight stirred, 42052|A mist of silver fell upon her breast. 42052|She seemed a moon without a heartbeat, 42052|An image of the moon, without a name, 42052|That the wind may weep upon the far west, 42052|And the rain fall in the far-winding rain, 42052|When the long-wandered town, long, lonely miles to and fro, 42052|The wind that comes at dawn to lament, long, 42052|To the long-wandered town, long lonely miles to and fro, 42052|Hath made his moan amid the dead of night 42052|And the drear house-door shut, 42052|For many lonely nights, 42052|And for many days and nights, 42052|Over the grave of him, 42052|On the wind-beat path, and the hill, and the moor. 42052|Oh sweet-scented hay, 42052|And sweet-scented hay, 42052|With the sweet wind in the early fall, 42052|And the sweet moon's silver light, 42052|And over the town, and the hill, 42052|And over the hill, 42052|In the foggy days, 42052|With a song behind me, 42052|A song in the dark, 42052|And the sound of the wind in my ears at night. 42052|The wind comes and goes, 42052|Blow the bright wheaten fields 42052|And the yellow and heaped-up husks 42052|And the white, white grain 42052|And the rustling corn. 42052|The wind comes and goes, 42052|Blow the red field and the harrow, 42052|Blow the wheat and the barley too 42052|In the corn's red-tangled ears 42052|And in the barley's brown 42052|And the purple and golden grains, 42052|And the golden spongy tops. 42052|The wind comes and goes, 42052|Blow the red fields and the fields of flour, 42052|Blow the rice, the rice-field, well-sown, 42052|With the purple and bright 42052|And the red-golden husks, 42052|And the wheat, and the grain, 42052|As I go to the house and wander. 42052|The wind comes and goes, 42052|Blow the fields with the grain; 42052|Blow the red fields; 42052|Blow, the wind to my ears. 42052|But the grey rain falls 42052|And I sit in the cold, 42052|And the clouds with the rain are joined. 42052|Ah, and in the grey rain 42052|The wind in my ears: 42052|But the wind in my ears 42052|Is a long, long way to me. 42052|The wind comes and goes, blowing and sighing, 42052|While the night's grey wings are drenched and wet, 42052|Over the fields and the wheat-field and the husk. 42052|I go, and the wind comes with me, 42052|Over the hills and over the sea, 42052|And the fields grow white, and the husks are brown; 42052|Then the wheat and barley and corn lie low, 42052|And the long, long days fly in rain. 42052|The wind comes and goes, and the grey rain comes down 42052|On the fields and the hills and the sea; 42052|And the rain lies thick between ======================================== SAMPLE 250 ======================================== 1279|'Twere long to tell what things they were, 1279|And what their fame throughout the land. 1279|Their wives, the darling wives o' they, 1279|Whose beauties ne'er might be confess'd; 1279|Who, when the maidens o' Miss Darcy came, 1279|Gave out like bargimm'--"She's my ain." 1279|And scarce their voices heard when heard, 1279|Unless it was when he was a bachelor, 1279|O' Christabel! they could scarce but hear him. 1279|But, e'en when he sobb'd in his despair, 1279|And tell'd o' the woes that his bosom required, 1279|Their kind replies were ne'er so kind as his; 1279|But all at once, in cold blood they took him; 1279|Then dragg'd him away, as if he had transmitted. 1279|So, all in the name o' love and relief, 1279|She bore him far, she could not save him. 1279|And, what was sadder, his poor stepdame, 1279|That very night she should be left desolate; 1279|For mammy death sat by, and heard him wring. 1279|And when she came to conceal her sorrow, 1279|The night she'd been warned, and her stepdame gaed, 1279|She, too, was warned, and came to inform her; 1279|"He's dead," said she, "and it's a pity, 1279|It's sad to think of poor Mary Moor; 1279|But it's Mary's fate to fall, I know; 1279|For it's her loss, not his, that she's bereft. 1279|And, to think how Mary's life was bent, 1279|She has been harshly wrong'd and wrong'd thus." 1279|The widows left him grieving for three days; 1279|With vain complaints and angry threats he raged; 1279|Then, by a sudden tempest o'erwhelm'd, 1279|From the front of the world he sigh'd and died. 1279|As I said at the beginning o' this song, 1279|When I first saw you, I was far from understanding you-- 1279|The cause of this my wandering was from my folly; 1279|But now that I'm aware o' what you're about-- 1279|It's really too bad, I'm really become afraid, 1279|For people, I mean, as my folly and danger might, 1279|For fear o' the devil, I'm willing to give you instruction: 1279|If you'll excuse me, Miss, I'm a bachelor, 1279|But I'll be your b--h--re, your jolly b--ch, my bonnie mauve; 1279|And I'll kiss you, if I'm understood, 1279|If you'll excuse me--miss, I'm your b--ch, your bonnie, bonnie b--'. 1279|For shame, Miss, dear, let me have a fardell if I can get any, 1279|I'm sure you'll understand me, as I speak to you, 1279|On receiving it--Miss, for fear o' seeming rude-- 1279|From him whom I once knew so very dear, 1279|Your bonnie, bonnie, b--ch, your bonnie, bonnie, b--ch. 1279|I'm sure, dear, you will excuse me for this, 1279|But--for what?--I cannot tell, indeed, 1279|If you'll excuse me--miss, for I really can't, 1279|For all our conversation 's too singular, 1279|For fear o' offending, or danger, you see, 1279|My lady, my sweet, my dear, my dearest, 1279|Is by some strange chance or circumstance, 1279|With her good husband to-day--miss, dear, for me--to-morrow: 1279|If you'd excuse, dear, that I'm at your side, 1279|And I cannot say how things may be, 1279|For I really can't, for I really can't, 1279|For fear o' some danger or no danger, 1279|Dear Lady, I'm your bonnie, bonnie, b--ch, my bonnie, ======================================== SAMPLE 260 ======================================== 2863|To-morrow. She's there. She is. 2863|It is not long 2863|Until we lose the light of her. 2863|We can remember how the sky 2863|Was blue and blue. 2863|Then one is left. 2863|We may remember how the road 2863|Was dark and dark. 2863|The moon is blue and the sun shines 2863|In a blue heaven; 2863|He who drives the wind on to-night 2863|Looks at us in the headlights. 2863|The sun drops in, and we see 2863|His shadow rise; 2863|Where will it be my girl-friend 2863|When the road is blue and the moon rolls over? 2863|The road is blue and the road is blue 2863|And the sky drops in, 2863|And we see the sky on the wind 2863|Rolling past the house 2863|And down our street, 2863|And the moon, rolling, rolling, 2863|Rolling overhead. 2863|"How beautiful the sun hangs now!" 2863|You say. I know you do not like it: 2863|The sun swings back, and I am alone 2863|Who like the way. 2863|How should I love you if I do not 2863|Obey you, who love me so? 2863|I never told you. Oh, the road 2863|Was not so long 2863|I should have told you. I can walk 2863|With your hand in mine 2863|Down the stairs. How should I try? 2863|I never told you. 2863|How should I love you, if I did not 2863|Obey you, who love me so? 2863|I never said--you know you told 2863|Me the whole story, and how I 2863|Must forgive the whole 2863|You are not here. Oh, I must think! 2863|I shall call you often, and my eyes 2863|Must see 2863|Your eyes. I love you, and there is 2863|No one else to tell. 2863|You are far away. You would lie 2863|If I tried, and it were not for you. 2863|My arms are too free; there will be 2863|No more being in Reach-that-the-Rivers-- 2863|But a long way hence 2863|A windy wood-tone and bells, bells, 2863|Tolls, and then you will forget it. 2863|Oh, you must think of me! You loved me 2863|For the sake 2863|Of the moon-white sky. 2863|I should forgive you, dear heart, if I 2863|Obeyed, who obey, the heart of you. 2863|I gave you all I had, and I knew 2863|That I was wrong to turn away. 2863|I gave you all I had; I knew 2863|You held more than I did, more than I 2863|Had dreamed of, love, ever since we met. 2863|Ah, you'll not love me for this! 2863|You do not know how much I love you! 2863|Oh, not a thought of all I have, though 2863|I love you well to-night. 2863|If I am happy, let it be now, 2863|That in your love I do not think more. 2863|So, if the moon shines, do not weep. 2863|I know I should have shared your pain. 2863|That was the one thing, my child, to do. 2863|One thing would make you happy now: 2863|I should have let you have your wishes. 2863|If I was wise, I would have stood, 2863|My heart within my hands 2863|Giving you, every thought to clear, 2863|That you were happy to have grown. 2863|I never thought to put you down, 2863|But you were happy when I let you, 2863|And I know all that you want now, 2863|The flowers and the night. 2863|What would you have, 2863|Child, in the world? 2863|A friend, or nothing 2863|In the world? 28 ======================================== SAMPLE 270 ======================================== 2294|To see the sun again 2294|Swing low the curtain; 2294|To go to her a secret kiss! 2294|But never to say she 2294|Will fall when she is sad. 2294|If she is wan-heart and weak as a worm, 2294|If she is tired and worn and in pain 2294|If her eyes are blurred with the dream of late 2294|And her soul a cloud like the evening's 2294|And her heart a stone, 2294|O my Lady, rise to me and smile! 2294|And the sun will lift me 2294|To the hills I used to know. 2294|The little gray grey bird on the gate-post sits- 2294|The little gray bird on the gate. 2294|He has made his heart 2294|His house, and the grass that clings in the dark 2294|Beneath his feet. 2294|The red fox that creeps out of the bramble- 2294|The red fox that peeps through the side of the 2294|gray 2294|In the bush of the hill. 2294|The little brown hen sits on the mossed stone 2294|The little brown hen toots her horn. 2294|She is weary of waiting. 2294|The little brown hen peeps into the gloaming; 2294|She peeps out of her house 2294|To be near the little gray bird on the gate-post. 2294|And O, how she sighs! 2294|The little gray-bird on the gate-post sits- 2294|The little gray bird on the gate. 2294|Her brown wings stir with the wind; 2294|She sighs a long sigh of love. 2294|The little gray bird on the gate-post sits- 2294|The little gray bird on the gate. 2294|His shadow falls over 2294|The brown, brown grasses. 2294|And the wind drives in over the brown hill- 2294|And the wind comes with a peal 2294|Of silver thunder- 2294|Drives on and on. 2294|The little gray bird peeps softly through the 2294|The little gray bird peeps into the grass. 2294|He does not come as a stranger, but as a 2294|mate. 2294|I have seen birds like you- 2294|You white birds that sing- 2294|Wooden bird- 2294|Stately, wise and stately. 2294|They have carved carved a symbol in the dark, 2294|They have made their souls in the night, 2294|Their souls in the night, their soul in the 2294|silence, 2294|A sin of the night- 2294|A sorrowful sorrow, 2294|A secret sadness. 2294|And I could kneel where I have always knelt 2294|If I only knew 2294|The meaning that keeps them kneel still 2294|I am weary- 2294|The little gray bird on the gate-post- 2294|The little gray bird on the gate. 2294|The day is broken. 2294|The wind blows out into the sky; 2294|A gray mist fills the sky, 2294|The wind swings wide on the grass; 2294|I hear my mother laugh. 2294|I am weary. 2294|Here is her garden path: 2294|My brother does not see, 2294|He is too young to tell. 2294|O, she has the brightest smile! 2294|O, she is so smart! 2294|She was always laughing. 2294|But now the morning is late- 2294|The day is broken. 2294|The morning is late. 2294|I will write her name, 2294|And when the moon is high 2294|I will keep writing. 2294|I will write your name, 2294|O little brown dove; 2294|It is written all in white- 2294|It is written all in white- 2294|"Dove" it runs in curly tress. 2294|My brother says I am cold. 2294|He says that I am pale, 2294|And I am weary of the sun. 2294|"My sister has a home in France 2294|With a good ======================================== SAMPLE 280 ======================================== May it seem but natural, 26398|That men should laugh and curse at a woman. 26398|She hath not the riches of a Prince; 26398|Her father and her brothers are low; 26398|And what are these? They make all things cheap, 26398|And with a curse her mouth she'll insult. 26398|She has an eye like an autumnal rose; 26398|Her cheek is fresh, her blood is warm; 26398|But one thing there is dead and stiff,-- 26398|Her heart hath a sudden wound. 26398|She is of an age unlike her own; 26398|Her birth is not in her mother's blood; 26398|She hath no mother's warmth to her, 26398|Nor nurturing mother's soft control, 26398|"She is cold to her nature;" we hear, 26398|Yet who hath felt the coldness there? 26398|But then it is cold as on a loath 26398|A young infant's breathless death is cold,-- 26398|To leave it is hard, and he that grieves, 26398|Is in the grave! 26398|But I am glad to kill 26398|The thought of her. 26398|There came to my Lady Francesca 26398|A knight of high renown; 26398|But it was written in a book 26398|That she might no more see, 26398|That I should give her up to him, 26398|And leave the rest to her. 26398|"Oh, never let this knight stray, 26398|You wicked lover true," 26398|I advised her, "and I'se 26398|Take him to you. 26398|I will make him welcome sweet 26398|As any bird is, 26398|And comfort him awhile, 26398|If only you would let 26398|Me be your lover." 26398|A little while she delayed, 26398|With that good counsel still, 26398|That I should be her faithful lover 26398|As often as I chose-- 26398|That I should send her loving messages 26398|And help her when she sigh; 26398|Should so much please her that she would not 26398|allow a man so great; 26398|And I should see her often, 26398|And she would see me, too. 26398|And so I did, for many a day, 26398|And so she came to me,-- 26398|As kind as fair could make her-- 26398|And she forgave me all. 26398|And when she saw that I forgot 26398|My promise to her, she said 26398|"I never could forget." 26398|And when she saw I had forgot-- 26398|My promise to her--I think 26398|Her heart itself did break. 26398|But, Franciscar adieu! 26398|My dear new love to thee! 26398|Let others boast their crowns, 26398|And me but one,-- 26398|I'll rather crown my CB1, 26398|Fair Sir, you were a fool to trouble me; 26398|And was it folly, or malice, 'twas well 26398|you took it ill? 26398|"O he'rt not I, then, that cared 26398|For me or mine; 26398|For if I did, I wot it were not right, 26398|And to disown 26398|What you have claim'd my sake as due, 26398|You would not do it; 26398|You knew I never would be bound, 26398|Nor any man, 26398|But in love and pleasance, at your pleasure, 26398|Myself alone. 26398|And, were it right, you think, and will be so; 26398|O, no, it ne'er hath been; 26398|But in your own true handwriting too, 26398|I'm sure you'll find 26398|I was the first,-- 26398|As sure 'twas you who meant to deceive me. 26398|But now you know me; you have gain'd 26398|My heart, by love so dear, 26398|And say, "My love, she lies 26398|Here in my breast." 26398|I've lied to you, you little bird, 26398|To rob you of ======================================== SAMPLE 290 ======================================== 1471|The one who is the centre of the day? 1471|In all things you are my only friend, 1471|And in everything I delight. 1471|Now, that ye are the centre of my day, 1471|I see no other place than you. 1471|Not aught beside I stand between. 1471|And that, no doubt, is why the tree is white, 1471|The flower is red, because your eyes are blue, 1471|And there, to you, must be a heaven more clear 1471|Than looks through my eyes; and if I could choose, 1471|I think, in all I'd choose to be at ease, 1471|Sitting apart from you, and looking at you. 1471|I do not know so much as what I would, 1471|But by and by I shall be more than you: 1471|And when I am more than you, O heart! . . . 1471|It was the wind that woke you, 1471|Waking you from your dreams!-- 1471|Torn from his sea-beat heart, 1471|Riving the sands with storms and storms. 1471|Over the edge of my bed 1471|Pants he like an angry spirit; 1471|Theres none hath he but in me 1471|Is he as dead as he was. 1471|Over the edge of my bed 1471|Leans the fiend with hideous glare, 1471|And the blue of his eyes is blood. 1471|Theres none hath he but in me 1471|That, I suppose, is all he wants. 1471|Theres none hath he but in me 1471|Wiser than my brother wise; 1471|None but in me is over 1471|A master so to control. 1471|And the grey of his skin is greyer 1471|Than the day in its long faint death; 1471|But the white of his breast is whiteer 1471|Than the dawning that doth seal him. 1471|And the grey of his skin is whitelier 1471|Than the dew that is soft on him; 1471|And the sky is the white that stains; 1471|For the fiends are more white than I. 1471|When I stood beside the death-gods' hearth 1471|Watching them make each his midnight mirth, 1471|Silent they were, and, like a dream unblown, 1471|Silent they made me hear them laugh. 1471|And there stood the lordly Apollo 1471|Smiling at me, the wan wretch beneath; 1471|As mine ear might catch his questioning-- 1471|"And who is this that hath the golden hair?" 1471|I saw a man like me at the hearth, 1471|And, like the man, he had a shroud; 1471|And we lived in it, and did rejoice, 1471|And talked of the dead that were to be. 1471|Asleep, they lay, and their eyes looked forth, 1471|And the dark laughed and the light laughed too. 1471|And a little hand, the little hand's play, 1471|Fell from my side; and it flapped in the air 1471|As a bird of the wilderness may, 1471|Before it has reached its long array. 1471|So, by love and dread, the night was gone; 1471|And the stars, the silvery stars, went out; 1471|But my love lay asleep, and the night 1471|Called him, with laughter, from my side. 1471|It calls him out of the dark to stand 1471|Beside my side; like a star he stands 1471|With a new laughter in his eye. 1471|It calls me from another voice to hear; 1471|But my love lay hid as a grave-clothes hid, 1471|And I heard no laugh or shout, nor heard 1471|Nor saw, nor touched, nor touched; and all the land 1471|Was dark, save where the great sea-springs wave 1471|In shadow of the old white moon. 1471|My heart is lighted where the winds of sleep 1471|Sweep all the day, and wake again like dreams, 1471|And the waters rise, and the stars rise, 1471 ======================================== SAMPLE 300 ======================================== 1054|And then he turn'd his face to the north-west, 1054|He gaed in to a frosty hill, 1054|And lo! the kirk was a-standin' by him. 1054|"Wha is it?" said the kirk-man jig, 1054|"That's just the sort o' shout ye want? 1054|A kittle good shouter, you ayeyn?" 1054|"Well, whairr would I ken? Why, that's right; 1054|The King, my dearest, comes to town, 1054|An' whaur are you comin' fra his face?" 1054|(The kirk-man to the kithmidre): 1054|"I'm come to greet his Majesty 1054|"He ges out the rope, there's no doubt o' that," 1054|(Said the kithmidre) "and I heerd tell 1054|Just now he's come down tae hear His cheer. 1054|So I've come down to greet His Grace." 1054|"Then come nae mair, O kittle dearie," 1054|(The King took off the cloak, and let it fall; 1054|Said the kithmidre, "I hope ye'll gie with me!) 1054|"Come nae mair, ye'll find, that ye're a goose, 1054|A darende lamb, that sairly weel is gane." 1054|Then mair he weel shamefully shet up his e'en, 1054|"I'm not a lamb, I'm a goose, O kittle merry!" 1054|So the kite gaed gaun, an' baith o' th' hill, 1054|Wi' a hearty cheer, an' a hearty song: 1054|"Oh! that was a dainty cheer to hear, 1054|And ane fer mor he's a royal prince o' Me!" 1054|"I ken," said the kithmidre, "that ye'd been bred 1054|O' gipsy fashions, an' your e'en's been set, 1054|That ye'll run to your e'en ye're a kingdom's crown-- 1054|It's a royal kingdom, an' an honourable race! 1054|"And, by my troth, your e'en's a royal crown, 1054|To be worn by the son o' a kittle kailyard-dame!" 1054|The kithmidre was mad wi' the goose 1054|That flew that morning o'er the sea. 1054|Weel, well, and mair did they sing, 1054|As they stood, at the kirk, the stearny kist. 1054|"For I was born to be a king 1054|Or the king's son that's sic ane; 1054|He's a king's son, an' his name's Bill, 1054|I was bred in a manger, an' I'll wear it still. 1054|"O' our Grace the King's son's my wifie 1054|I'll wed to the King at mornin', 1054|And he'll be a Royal, an' sic a noble man; 1054|I'll be sic a man, an' sic a noble kailyard-star, 1054|And he'll be the greatest kittle beast on earth withit. 1054|"And he'll be sic a man, an' sic a noble kiddy, 1054|If ye think fit, an' ye'll find it, 1054|Sic a noble beast, an' sic a royal kiddy; 1054|And he'll be sic a man, an' sic a royal kiddy; 1054|Let me be begot o' my mother's seed, 1054|I may be a wifie in my father's shade,-- 1054|I may be a man, an' sic a man, 1054|And, as long as I live an' love. 1054|"Yestreen, I was a young thing o' taste, 1054|When the window glintin' on the court did shine. 1054|My father's ane was fine, an' was as lang ane; 1054|But now their daughters it ======================================== SAMPLE 310 ======================================== 1365|As she has ever been so good to me. 1365|And so, for years, we lived together, 1365|And were as happy as can be. 1365|Now, when her husband is a king, 1365|That is all past, that is ended; 1365|Death stands over his head, as his peers; 1365|She, still a maiden, young, and fair, 1365|Tied to her husband, still a king. 1365|She may be happy,--why, she is, 1365|As happy as can be; 1365|And, as for me, what can she fear? 1365|He holds her dear as himself. 1365|No more, I grant, if my desires 1365|Have always been thy constant care, 1365|And always thy pleasure, 1365|That the maiden she is not loved, 1365|The child that was born to us is; 1365|And my heart will break if she is not loved. 1365|But if my desires are as vain 1365|As empty as the sea-mist, 1365|As idle as the idle wind, 1365|As useless as the useless rain, 1365|We two will part without regret, 1365|Without regret, or any blame. 1365|I will make you rich, my love, 1365|In the forest and the mart; 1365|I will make you rich and great, 1365|And set you on a throne to see. 1365|And I will give you kingdoms seven, 1365|As a mark of your reverence; 1365|I will banish envy and hate, 1365|And make you perfect in them all. 1365|And I will give you powers of man's destiny, 1365|For to work out the redeeming. 1365|For, in the soul, we have the power, 1365|We have the gift, we have the power! 1365|We shall be witnesses, to all people, 1365|That you and I are brothers. 1365|I'll paint a vision for your crowning, 1365|And you shall see, and say, with a sigh, 1365|"The glory of the Lord is gone from Judah!" 1365|And a world shall be a wilderness, 1365|Its people shall be scattered,-- 1365|When the Lord comes to his own again 1365|And his laws are as the sea, 1365|I'll send you roses from the heavens 1365|To deck your crown of love! 1365|I'll give you the keys of all my dominions, 1365|And you shall ride with saints on pinions divine; 1365|And we shall go with you and travel all over 1365|As if you had been there. 1365|I see you as the old Roman poet 1365|Drew his gloomy curtains overhead, 1365|And saw the ghost of the great master, 1365|Whom he made laugh, and followed through darkness; 1365|And I would see the mighty Roman 1365|In his house at Delphi with his laurels. 1365|And the poet, sitting with his laurels, 1365|Waiting for them with his laurels in his hands, 1365|Waiting with his laurels for the times! 1365|There came a man from Jerusalem 1365|To a little house in the Hittites. 1365|In his hand he held the sacred book 1365|Of the Law, and said: "I'm come to try you. 1365|Fool, choose ye whether you will be loyal, 1365|Or whether you will let me know your name. 1365|Choose ye for ever! By this star, 1365|Choose ye for ever and for ever!" 1365|And the men looked at him, said, "I choose you, 1365|We will go before you and behold your star, 1365|And say to you your name, and ask it then, 1365|And answer it, and give it back to him." 1365|And the man from Jerusalem 1365|Drew his gloomy curtains farther down, 1365|And sat down before the door in all his pomp, 1365|With his laurels in his hand, and said, "Come in, 1365|Choose whether you will be loyal or disinclin,' 1365|And when he came inside, he said ======================================== SAMPLE 320 ======================================== 27885|And the whole world looked over like 'a little child on bended knees 27885|To see another woman's husband go hurrying by on tiptoe, tall, 27885|Sly, and sullen, and dark, and gaunt, and haggard, with a sob 27885|And a look almost of weeping. So, on the road, I thought, "'Tis he!" 27885|I saw him in a line: a boy's, an old man's, a maiden's,-- 27885|So all of life stood pointed at the bride. And still I thought, 27885|"This man was once her husband!" And my head throve with pride 27885|And joy, and sadness mixed with shame. And still I looked--and lo! 27885|But a cloud seemed gathering to o'ertake me. The Bride at last, 27885|A white phantom glancing in the dark, 27885|As lonely as the mist o'er river channels. 27885|She stood silent, with her hands held clasped behind her head. 27885|And the little maids, the little maids, 27885|Cried, "Away, away, away,--away!" 27885|I thought the old man's little wife 27885|Was vanishing into thin air; 27885|And the children--ah, how I loved them all! 27885|My head it throbbed in my hands. 27885|I did not know 27885|The meaning of the world's call; 27885|I only knew 27885|That love and life were sweet. 27885|But ah! my soul 27885|That was asleep was heavy heavy 27885|With love's forgetfulness; 27885|And I knew, oh, I knew 27885|That Love is the great grave bed. 27885|The old friend leaned and plucked a lily white, 27885|And, without saying a word, 27885|He took the white lily white 27885|And blew it back into his face.-- 27885|Did he forget it? He did! and what was this 27885|He did on the road, 27885|Lest it should fade into the darkness? He did! 27885|And blown back into his face.-- 27885|It grew, it shrieked, it burst, 27885|Till it reached his heart! 27885|The old friend, he held its white cup high, 27885|And sighed: "I have blown it back 27885|Into my heart, in deep 27885|Confusion lost." 27885|"No! No!" I cried, 27885|"I will blow it into my heart!" 27885|And as I blew 27885|My white cup, into my heart it sprang 27885|With such a crack, such a shock, 27885|I knew for my own. 27885|I did not know 27885|The pain of this! 27885|I only knew 27885|There was a Cup to drink from; 27885|And I will drink from. 27885|I stood on the shore, 27885|And the waves beat down 27885|On the white sand, 27885|And the white waves beat from 27885|The great blue sky. 27885|And I held out, 27885|I held out whitely, 27885|And the storm came, 27885|And the storm poured up my 27885|And all the waves beat back 27885|And the storm poured up my cheek-- 27885|My cheeks were black! 27885|As the wind blows out 27885|Across the waste 27885|Of bare land, 27885|So across my soul 27885|The great face of the storm 27885|In the world of me! 27885|Then I bowed my head.... 27885|And the waves beat up 27885|And the fierce wind 27885|Blown down my ears 27885|To the blackness of the sea, 27885|And my face grew black as the sea. 27885|Yet my soul did not 27885|Blaspheme its God, 27885|And I drank from the 27885|Great cup, 27885|That God had made for 27885|His beloved! 27885|I have seen you pass,-- 27885|You who were loved; 27885|And the sea's foam, 27885|And ======================================== SAMPLE 330 ======================================== 1166|And I've a dream that's only 1166|A little one; an old, old dream, I know not what, 1166|And all of us who have it dream the same. 1166|It's that old dream of the Old Man and the Maid. 1166|I have dreamt of the moonlight in the street 1166|And of the night, white on the windows, 1166|And of the great moon with a light 1166|That makes all things bright. 1166|It's that old dream of the Old Man and the Maid. 1166|It's a dreamer dreamer, dreaming I dreamed it, 1166|And the day is all too soon, and the night's near, 1166|And I shall hear his footsteps on the sidewalk 1166|Tread softly by the stars. 1166|It's that old dream of the Old Man and the Maid. 1166|It's a dreamer's dreamer, dreaming there's a way, 1166|And I shall break through to him as of old, 1166|Treading softly by the moon. 1166|It's that old dream of the Old Man and the Maid. 1166|O dreamer, I have dreamed a dream with God, 1166|That I shall see Him in all things, and hear 1166|The song of His wings. 1166|It's that old dream of the Old Man and the Maid, 1166|To the light of the lantern in the corner of the room, 1166|And to God the light. 1166|I have dreamt the old song of the Man in the Mossrobe 1166|And I have heard the song of the Man in the Mossrobe 1166|Singing as he sat, with his feet in the doorway, 1166|Singing as he sat. 1166|I have dreamt a dream of stars, with little hands 1166|Stretched out to touch the shadows overhead, 1166|And the light upon the shadows, and the song of the Man in the Mossrobe 1166|And the light upon the shadows. 1166|But at last it ended in a sigh, and we heard a horse's hoofs 1166|and a gentle "Yes." 1166|I have dreamt the old song of a town by the sea 1166|Over the waves that go by, and the voices call, 1166|And the voices of strangers and things strange. 1166|It's the old song of the Old Man and the Maid. 1166|The wind is a thief, and the old house is black: 1166|The windows ajar, and the door wide enough: 1166|But there's something in the old house, something in the old air, 1166|I think, is strange. 1166|And oh, I go back 1166|To the first night I could trust my eyes at all: 1166|And the old-time faces I used to know 1166|When I was young and foolish ... well, 1166|I think they may have grown apart. 1166|I think I must have gone out in the dark 1166|And was lost in the wind, and never found 1166|The one I sought, at last. 1166|I must have gone out in the dark, and found the light 1166|Which was brighter than the wind; and I must have fled 1166|Beyond the sea of love 1166|Into the light of the land, beyond the land, 1166|And never found the light, at last. 1166|It wasn't until long years had gone 1166|Since I had seen the stars, and lived, 1166|That I found out the things I had lost. 1166|And I went back in the dark and out of sight 1166|That I'd found out what I hadn't lost, 1166|That I hadn't lost all for a year, 1166|But found it, too, and knew what I'd lost 1166|By the way in which I lived, not last, 1166|Knowing, beyond a doubt, what I lived -- 1166|Knowing the way in which I lived -- 1166|What I feared, what I sought, and what I sought, 1166|Knowing, beyond a doubt. 1166|You don't know anything yet 1166|But I will know for a year, maybe longer 1166|Till Death's hand, I know, is near, 1166|And I know for ======================================== SAMPLE 340 ======================================== 20586|In that sweet quiet, where all hearts 20586|Alike to heaven aspire; 20586|Where God is with man, in all, 20586|In all, in all. 20586|O, my soul! take courage! 20586|Take it no more! 20586|O, my body! take courage! 20586|Take it no more! 20586|O, my soul! take courage! 20586|Take it no more! 20586|In the night, where the moon was high, 20586|One that I knew, 20586|My spirit felt withal, 20586|He, of his tale alone, 20586|Had anything done by accident? 20586|It came to pass, he was in a passion 20586|At the ball of the sun. 20586|For all the evening it had been planned 20586|To have his new sword made, 20586|And the night-winds seemed to say: 20586|"He is a man of action and bold strokes, 20586|And this sword will give him a name." 20586|He took it to the court-yard, 20586|Where he bore it through the hall, 20586|And the knights that sat under the moon 20586|Seemed to applaud him of right. 20586|But when he drew it from his scabbard 20586|Into the light of the hall, 20586|They could see that it was not of ebony, 20586|But of grey stone, old and shapen. 20586|And he took the sword to go to the hall, 20586|But found it was taken, 20586|For he heard the hall-door clank, 20586|And felt the cold breath of the night 20586|Upon his brow, and his hair. 20586|And then he went his way, 20586|And the balking goose he was mad withal, 20586|And the goose-feather plumes, 20586|He cast in the fair halls, 20586|Where the court-yard beasts were slain. 20586|But what should one do, 20586|But let the things they had done 20586|Fall, and be as all the grass that grows! 20586|And what should one do, 20586|But give to another man, 20586|And leave him, sick and sorrowing, 20586|One of the things he had done? 20586|And what should one do, 20586|Now he had seen the secret sting 20586|Of the first blow he had dealt 20586|By the hands of the next? 20586|For every thing that he had done 20586|Something of the next would do. 20586|And so he went his way, 20586|And the body and the parts did make, 20586|And a good lord of the parts he grew 20586|Unto many people. 20586|But when he stood at last 20586|Upon the pinnacle of pride, 20586|They were proud enough to swear 20586|That they had seen the secret sting 20586|Of the first blow he had dealt. 20586|But as he was bending down to swear, 20586|They were thrust aside from the hall, 20586|By the force of a spear-thrust. 20586|And he looked up at the ceiling 20586|With a haughty disdain, 20586|And his face had hid the truth from his eyes, 20586|And no man was able to speak! 20586|Yet I know that he did not die, 20586|For as I looked, the body was gone, 20586|Not by death but by darkness, 20586|And I know that he lived and suffered 20586|In the dark and boundless night. 20586|O what a fearful thought is this 20586|To think of a man grown so old 20586|He could but see and dare to bless, 20586|But live to be condemned! 20586|For it seemed that God felt with him 20586|As he sat one day in His sight 20586|At the holy place, where He stood 20586|And the souls sat in the midst. 20586|And He said: A prophet has sworn 20586|Against the kingdom in my hand, 20586|Because I sent a flying dove 20586|To the great high-mountain. 20586|But I went up ======================================== SAMPLE 350 ======================================== 2619|Of a thousand times more wonderful. 2619|And the stars that shine on the ocean, 2619|And the moon that gleams in the heaven, 2619|Are more wondrous and strange and rare 2619|Than that great lady's eyes,-- 2619|More than one wonder and wonder. 2619|And that lady shall sing 2619|In a sing-song chorus, 2619|In an anthem so strange 2619|To the songs that are sung 2619|In a sings-aloud chorus, 2619|All the songs of the sea, 2619|As she sings in a cestus 2619|Of pure pearl and coral: 2619|Shall join her sweet harmonious voice 2619|To the song of the sea, 2619|All the songs of the sea. 2619|In a pool by the shore, 2619|Deep in the heart of the sea, 2619|Lies a ship that is motionless; 2619|No form of her sex or child-bearing life. 2619|But the seaman who stands on the prow-- 2619|No form of her body or youth-grown sex, 2619|But a spirit of might, and of power, 2619|And of destiny, and of destiny, 2619|And his mission is now accomplished. 2619|And when he comes back again to the shore, 2619|It is as if a great wave of the sea 2619|Had swallowed him whole; 2619|And the seaman that stood on the deck 2619|Is dead. 2619|As in a cloud, and his soul 2619|Is blown through and through with the sea; 2619|And with it through his body he bears, 2619|To its furthest confines; 2619|As with the wind he is whirled 2619|On a sea-bird's wings, out of sight; 2619|So the soul forever that is lost, 2619|Of all the souls ever created 2619|Is lost forever on the sea-winds' wings. 2619|I have known a sailor whose mind was dark 2619|And yet he was so joyously bold, 2619|To the music of the fife he would go 2619|As a man with a face all bright and fresh. 2619|And his heart was heavy and heavy he had, 2619|Because he was weary of life all his day; 2619|And so he lay there, and the wind he heard; 2619|Till the sun on the sea-wind's wings began to flutter; 2619|And he saw, like an angel, heaven outstandingly open, 2619|And the soul was lost forever on the sea-wind's wings. 2619|I have seen a maiden 2619|Who is very fair, 2619|Yet who never knows 2619|The trouble of her sorrows, 2619|How her heart is heavy; 2619|And her tears fall 2619|In streams profanely. 2619|I have seen a maid 2619|Without pride of her youth, 2619|Yet who is troubled madly 2619|At her mind's unrest; 2619|She looks upon the sea 2619|And its sorrowing waves, 2619|And is not well contented. 2619|I have seen a boy 2619|Who is all on earth, 2619|Yet is like a bird with 2619|No nest and no rest. 2619|He is sad, and lonely, 2619|And wanders from one 2619|To another, and he 2619|The bird knows every night. 2619|I have seen a maid 2619|Whose every garment shines, 2619|Yet whose hearts ache and bleed, 2619|And she is wearied out. 2619|I have seen a woman 2619|Who is all on earth, 2619|Yet a creature of the sea, 2619|And a thing of no worth. 2619|She is weary and weary 2619|Of all the joys that wait her, 2619|And I think she is lovely, 2619|For to her each is a part 2619|Of the whole ineffable. 2619|I have seen a flower 2619|Whereby she grows, 2619|But it blossom is brief, 2619|And she's but a flower; ======================================== SAMPLE 360 ======================================== 2294|And the wind-tossed trees 2294|Wander and sing, 2294|All the world is the same now to me.-- 2294|Lily, Rose and Ripe, 2294|Let's make 2294|Some merry song 2294|For a hundred year. 2294|Oh, I have a love that's more new-fashioned 2294|Than in former times 2294|The loves of others, 2294|Forgetting life's dull throngs. 2294|I will love only you, 2294|In your eyes 2294|And the silence where 2294|My soul must be; 2294|Ah, you'll be my own, 2294|In your eyes; 2294|And your presence will be 2294|As a spell 2294|That is mine withal 2294|All my life long. 2294|For the love of you, 2294|You're new as never yet 2294|Was anything 2294|To the hearts that are dear; 2294|Like a thought is your worth 2294|That you bring 2294|As a thing 2294|With the breath; 2294|Ah, I fear 2294|How that night 2294|Must have passed 2294|To your eyes. 2294|When I was a little child 2294|In our little garden walks, 2294|I saw in sweet unconscious dream 2294|The blossoms that bloom in time, 2294|And the golden cherries, 2294|Like giant dragons, winging 2294|Over the meadow line. 2294|I was a boy and all my life 2294|Was eager, eager to be free; 2294|And now, with heart beat high with joy, 2294|As I close shut with the dead, 2294|I love and praise a little boy, 2294|Who is a hero like my own, 2294|Who has stood for everything brave 2294|And stands for all a boy may do 2294|For freedom, truth and truth's sake, 2294|And holds his love more dear 2294|Than the stars that we all know 2294|And all the shining earth. 2294|If a man may work and win 2294|A little gold, 2294|If a maid may walk in gold 2294|The greenest road, 2294|If a girl may ride in green, 2294|And dance and sing, 2294|We are proud to think of him 2294|And this, is he. 2294|If the little gold he earned 2294|Be stored in soul 2294|To keep from evil chance, 2294|If the little life he lived, 2294|And all the world to share, 2294|His gold and all must share! 2294|So we dream, we dream, and dream, 2294|In the golden light, 2294|We dream, we dream, in the dream 2294|Of a little boy or two. 2294|We have dreamed so long 2294|Of a little gold, 2294|That he never wakes 2294|And we never can know. 2294|He is buried by the sea, his name is Good-bye, 2294|But Good-bye is not always Good-bye: 2294|And in the far-away, sweet World I roam, 2294|I'll never see his face again. 2294|We have dreamed for a little gold, 2294|And Good-bye is not always Good-bye. 2294|With the sun upon the sea, 2294|And the waves upon the shore; 2294|He is gone with the sunshine that is so sweet, 2294|We have dreamed for sorrow, and he's gone with it all. 2294|We dreamed and dream. 2294|"I love you, little daughter 2294|And the world is sweet." 2294|"I love you, little son 2294|And a world of sorrow, 2294|I love you, 2294|And the world is sad." 2294|"I love you, little boy 2294|And the very depths of pain; 2294|I love you, 2294|And I know you are blest. 2294|"I love you, little wife 2294|And the home is all so dear; 2294|I love you ======================================== SAMPLE 370 ======================================== 24815|To a happy, careless life." 24815|_To the tune of "Cameleon's Mistletoe," which was composed by 24815|_From the famous _Fiddlestock_ of the English, 24815|when the _Trojan_ war was over." 24815|_I sing a lay, 24815|Of three great poets of the world. 24815|Brave Milton, and the Hellenic Philander, 24815|And Voltaire, the mighty Frenchman _sent_ back 24815|From Italy by their mighty Poet King! 24815|Their voices, I hear from far on the air, 24815|And feel the power of their mighty lays; 24815|Their poems, as in me breathes a breath, 24815|With my life sing a chant with all men; 24815|With the loud, the high, the clear, 24815|And the deep melodies, 24815|Of the world's first genius! 24815|And now, 24815|When time began, 24815|Milton grew old, and died, 24815|Or e'en the poet of Greece grew old; 24815|While Voltaire, the mighty saint, 24815|His spirit through the ages drew, 24815|And breathed his soul into man, 24815|To be breathed into him by none; 24815|He lived, and died; 24815|_All rights reserved._ 24815|Possession of a glorious, though perilous undertaking, 24815|A struggle, a sufferance, a struggle too great for pride; 24815|The heroic poet, the great saint from whom we owe, 24815|Whose spirit through the ages drew the breathless blood. 24815|_Possession_ _No. of songs sung._ 24815|But what _the_ songs are, I do not know, I only know 24815|They speak of something, something, something more than words, 24815|_This_ is the man, by whom the world was laid. 24815|_Possession of a glorious, but tricky feat._ 24815|Here a bold man stands, a bold, a bold indeed alone, 24815|To the right side of the House of Commons he hath gone: 24815|And round about him crowd the Commons of his choice, 24815|A throng of them; the crowd is of men like unto men; 24815|There too are old and young, great men and juniors low, 24815|With some of them great enough to be great themselves: 24815|Here too are the learned; learned men and learned low; 24815|A throng of them; the crowd is of great men and high; 24815|But ever and anon there meets a crowd like this, 24815|So filled with good sense, and science, and science. 24815|Here also do we some that have power to speak, 24815|Who have learned great power, and great learning too, 24815|And of whose wisdom I speak most, Susskind, who wrote, 24815|In the Latin tongue, my poem, "La fille." 24815|"I cannot say but that in a great work's greatness 24815|You find a certain sweetness," is the way I should say you: 24815|But a very great poetry is of the spirit: 24815|Then, to see what might be, but that you see, say I! 24815|"To love the good of his kind," the poet says with a smile 24815|He has made his own, he has made his own good, 24815|He has broken the great of his kind and its greatness 24815|With the little of his, that's worth the least of its glory. 24815|To be, and not to be, of the great, and to find 24815|The greater for being, he would have us believe, 24815|And this is the reason that, by and by, he shall die; 24815|No man has the right of being more great than he, 24815|And no man the right of being better than he. 24815|'Tis the great God to whom we are not subject yet: 24815|The great God, who cannot die, and who lives long: 24815|From Him we are all, whether in heaven, or hell, or earth, 24815|We are all from the beginning, ======================================== SAMPLE 380 ======================================== 30659|_Vivien_, the maid of "La Belle Dame sans Mercy." 30659|We met at the club once; but when 30659|The night was out and the lamps all out 30659|(The Laundress caught the shivering man 30659|With his last drink of intoxicant), 30659|We dropped the rag, we flew the float, 30659|We sailed off together like a gale, 30659|And I'll be dazed and unconfined 30659|And you're locked in the dark with me. 30659|Oh! for a secret place of grace 30659|Where the waters are still and the sea 30659|Is a forest, and never a face-- 30659|There's a quiet for quiet that has no sound. 30659|But in silence I will steal away, 30659|My lips will still and my eye will meet 30659|The silent gaze and the quiet still 30659|Between two pools of rippling brine, 30659|And the wind will be the brooding wave 30659|That we, too, shall forget and forget. 30659|A little room at the edge of town, 30659|A door with a rickety latch, 30659|A screen of leaves and a drift of gloom 30659|And a spider's breath and a spider's web, 30659|And a lamp the window-pane--but death 30659|Is not a room for the living: not when 30659|The flesh is hot with the heat of life, 30659|And the soul's the flesh of a worldling hung. 30659|He'd run for the woods and been blown-- 30659|The sun was beating on his face, 30659|And he jumped on the edge of the water 30659|And dropped his raft and was back again. 30659|For the world is our plaything, and then, never 30659|We are pelted with stones, and none seems good, 30659|And the dullest man is always the best-- 30659|But the heart of the world is a lonely man. 30659|The heart of the world is that solitary place 30659|Where still the wind stirs the water, and a spark 30659|Of fireflies, from the house-fronts under the trees, 30659|Flitz away the night: and a shadow near 30659|Brings a man to a world and a friend, 30659|And the world to his heart is a dead world of fear. 30659|But the world's a lonely world, but there is a door 30659|Where the moon comes up above the house; 30659|And there from the window the stars will peep, 30659|And a bird will fly to the stars again, 30659|And the world's a star in the lonely sky. 30659|And a star will fall and wane and wane-- 30659|Then all the world is still, and you hear 30659|A voice that is not like the wind's, a voice 30659|That is not like the moon's--no voice, not one 30659|Of all the music that the stars have made. 30659|The world is a house with many doors, 30659|And a foot that is not sure; and if you make 30659|The stairs a little higher, there will come 30659|A little shadow from the door of sleep. 30659|In the dark it waits, and he that goes 30659|Must go with a long, long glance behind: 30659|If the moon should shine, he knows it will shine-- 30659|For the house is the soul of him that goes. 30659|O, no door where there is no door! 30659|Too many secrets lie in store; 30659|Too many shadows that were set 30659|In the days that are to be. 30659|The gates of the world were not made 30659|In a day nor in a night, 30659|Nor of the days that are to be 30659|Were they not made in a day. 30659|They waited for time enough 30659|Until the appointed time, 30659|And time will not be turned to wrong 30659|Until the shadows come anoon. 30659|For time is turned to wrong, I ween, 30659|Even on its appointed quest, 30659|Until the shadows of the years 30659|Around its coming come anoon. 30 ======================================== SAMPLE 390 ======================================== 1008|the other, whereupon he exclaim'd: 1008|"What mad moveuoyst thee, Guelpho! wrong'st me 1008|across the road, that I should strike thee?" Then 1008|I replied: "The deed is not amendable, 1008|lest by thine anger thou shouldst better know my will." 1008|"It shall be done," he replied, "by that thou 1008|shalt slay him. This is Ser Branca d'oro, 1008|of the Merry Men, who revengefully smote thee." 1008|"Now help thee father! speed I thee that thou kill 1008|Rosa, if still she live." And he: "Stand rooted 1008|out of this place, and let him there stand, 1008|Who down amid verdure veers suddenly, and speeds 1008|on his way with heavy step." And I: "Thy will 1008|is for thine only. But tell me, father, tell me, 1008|when thou com'st to the cithern, where I may find 1008|some one else so feruiful." He replied: 1008|"When thou com'st to the cithern, the highest heaven 1008|will all be one canopy, and in the centre 1008|Rosa shall be with Bonnie Maupertuin, 1008|Bonny and full of glee. Over all them shall 1008|Rosa point with her ardent bonny brow: 1008|And there over Royo shall bow, when with sweet 1008|shrill cries she shall make him joyful. I not ask 1008|that ye mourn for him: such would have been his 1008|guerdon; and such would have been your chances, 1008|sitting in the Harem or the Bastile." 1008|After my own heart had for its point of departure 1008|southwest, the virtue which had led me there, 1008|from low hanging cloud emerged in me again, 1008|and declared to me the place from whence it came, 1008|I thought I saw the chapel of my fathers, 1008|which holds sacred in my memory. Round about 1008|it were placed the spoil of Almayn, the city 1008|where Perugia of old our Po was hold'd. To it 1008|I straight descended, and, as I went, my finger 1008|took the sign in blood, which there embroider'd 1008|the ground. Miller alone did not turn his eyes 1008|toward me, nor Allen by her deliv'rance, 1008|but aloft the air pocket, that receives 1008|splend'rous rain, reviv'd in like manner, as they 1008|who enter, and that receives them, evaporate. 1008|I next beheld Cardinal Contaré, and last 1008|was Lanòd, who at the terrible fight 1008|comprehend'd not, nor yet understood the word 1008|"Libero" (Libertad), by whose voice, I think, 1008|something, either literal, or because understood, 1008|was lett to flake the moon. Before me also 1008|appear'd a multitude, exceeding mortal in seemly design, 1008|but signifi'd VELLO and VELLI, signifi'd VERROE, 1008|stoning and terror. Each with down-cast eye 1008|view'd them, and straight began to groan; but soon 1008|recovering heart, cries: "O thou, who ever remainst 1008|moist-ne mouth unto the woeful cry of the vanquish'd, 1008|us round us do not revile: this behooves us now 1008|worship and be ye ever mindful, paler than 1008|ever: here be evil and here be well-doing." 1008|They on my words a sudden rais'd their baskets, and 1008|usedly each did offer to me his precious portion. 1008|When they had fleshet'd my cheek with ointment so Divine, 1008|and my forehead with balm so fixt, that none thence 1008|out would eas'd his visage, turning sometimes 1008|his countenance other time so wrapt in thought, 100 ======================================== SAMPLE 400 ======================================== 7122|She could have borne more than that she did! 7122|And that she did in full, without fail. 7122|No more a woman, she was changed 7122|From what she was at first to what she seems; 7122|And while her husband felt her Love 7122|His heart was much more sure in that. 7122|'Tis said that when she ceased to be 7122|He could no longer wait for her, then, 7122|And took to Love as soon as his desire. 7122|And so, for years she stood in sight 7122|Of most that she loved, and did them all, 7122|In spite of circumstance and shock; 7122|And, as she lived, her name became 7122|A kind of religious custom 7122|To mark her life, and hers alone. 7122|And so, when she a widow found 7122|And sorrowed for the children four, 7122|And all who had been for her rejoice, 7122|She was a Virgin still till death! 7122|And still she lived and died a Virgin still! 7122|My Child, you learn from me, in this place, 7122|How true your parents were. I have known 7122|A wife, another a mother very smart; 7122|And some in child-birth and some in age; 7122|And one was young in love, and in hope the sweetest-- 7122|That's just whom God gave some women to be with. 7122|But still they lived, they did their daily chores, 7122|And gave to others what they could not earn, 7122|Or have an income for it; and each one 7122|Had all that was his or needed to enable him 7122|To live and flourish--love and children naught. 7122|There was a child at school, an only child-- 7122|One little, and of little faith, and only hope; 7122|At least, she never thought of him and had no notion 7122|How hard was she beset with all this heavy duty. 7122|She had no money, and her bread was scanty, 7122|And every cent she had her duty to fulfil. 7122|The father had no money, as also she, 7122|For the little one that lived with her, and was his own. 7122|For the child she never left the door ajar-- 7122|To all she did she did it just the same way; 7122|And she kept his school-room, his school-room the same 7122|But all so clean and tidy he used to call the next day. 7122|For the father was quite lavish; he gave her 7122|A basket, and a piece of cloth in every share; 7122|And he sent her a large quantity of hay, and a good 7122|Full basket, though it came to little to fill! 7122|And so they lived, and passed their holidays; 7122|The child was blessed and the father pleased. 7122|For as they went through it all I saw him smile; 7122|And as though in answer to a prayer he'd say: 7122|"No matter how hard it seem, I've done thy favour!" 7122|So through it all, I see them both with smiles 7122|Living ever with thee, and ever, till the day I die! 7122|If it be your part to want and to wander, 7122|I would not complain or to beg for a favour; 7122|For your love I can live on no other food 7122|Than that which you give me from a love that is loveable. 7122|I think of you in all kinds of weather and weather, 7122|You are happy with me so when no joy I do see. 7122|But if a friend in the past have tempted my soul 7122|With good food, it can only complain or groan, 7122|"We're not as we used to be. There isn't much joy in it." 7122|I do not know what I should do if I could only be 7122|As happy as I can be in this busy world of ours. 7122|My mind is quite full of thoughts that now I recall; 7122|But I feel it would be good. 7122|The same is true 7122|Of friends whom I loved so, or whom I know are not beloved. 7 ======================================== SAMPLE 410 ======================================== 1165|That never yet was by the sea, 1165|And never yet was over the strand, 1165|My eyes are ever full of light, 1165|My thoughts are ever on the shore. 1165|No sun there is, but shadows fling 1165|Invisible sparks of fire 1165|Into the ocean's blue, aglow; 1165|While on my soul there seems no goal, 1165|No goal, but, somehow, a desire 1165|To be, be, be, far away. 1165|Some time before the time comes, I know, 1165|When I have passed to some other life, 1165|And laid my face against the light 1165|Of some bright sunny little star, 1165|With its light and music of delight, 1165|And known what joy was ever mine, 1165|There is a quiet life beyond 1165|The dark and stormy lands between 1165|And far away in fields and hills 1165|I know a quiet garden life, 1165|And I must come and wait and reap. 1165|But though the garden was my home, 1165|And though, a while, it seemed to be 1165|As if a golden future shone 1165|Upon me, and my days were spent, 1165|And though I did not miss the ground 1165|As I had done before, nor meet 1165|The flowers of summer anywhere, 1165|I do remember how we walked 1165|And heard the wind speak soft and low 1165|And the long grass sighing under it, 1165|And the sweet grass under us sighing, 1165|And I, a little boy like thee, 1165|To-day, at eleven o'clock 1165|Came down the river where it flows 1165|And came back with mother's look, 1165|And, looking at the flower-beds more closely, 1165|Could see their tears and hear each other's sighs, 1165|And loved the sobbing words they said 1165|And all the little voices whispered all together. 1165|That little boy stood in the sun, in a golden net. 1165|Little he dreamed of a life of bliss, 1165|As he swung in the net's rim. 1165|He saw only tears and laughter 1165|And gold with rain-drops wet. 1165|He was only a little boy, 1165|But I have seen a golden future hid away, 1165|Now I know it all too late. 1165|A long road stretches before me, 1165|A long road where the tears are wet, 1165|A long road where the gold has flown, 1165|And I have travelled it all alone. 1165|With weary feet I tread it through, 1165|Till the cold sand waves my face. 1165|I tread it in twilight dim, 1165|Where the wild winds whistle shrilly; 1165|I hear the angry tide moaning, 1165|But there is nothing so brave, so brave, 1165|As life when it is young. 1165|A little child I am no more, 1165|A child I am too small for care, 1165|A little child in the dark where stars glow light. 1165|Ah, there again I may float with the wind's melody, 1165|And lie under the stars shining light-like, in the sea. 1165|No more in the deep sea I see my dim heaven, 1165|For the earth has grown old and the gods lie dead; 1165|And the long road stretches before me, 1165|A long long road where the tears are wet, 1165|A long long road for the little one that's free, 1165|A little soul to journey over and over again. 1165|I am a little little boy, I am glad 1165|Of the little things that I have, glad and brave; 1165|I am good at hiding my heart from the world, 1165|And glad of the little things that I have, brave and glad. 1165|For the little things that are mine are joy and mirth, 1165|And a little boy in the world is happy and glad; 1165|And then out of the little world of my heart 1165|I can look in a hundred directions, 1165|And every little joy is a joy and mirth ======================================== SAMPLE 420 ======================================== 28591|For thee thy future was so bright? 28591|Thy faith was so strong and sure! 28591|Thy mind so bright and clear? 28591|Thou hast, thy faith, the work of every toil. 28591|For this the present was best, 28591|For this, thy work is not an empty one; 28591|Thou hast preserved and kept the world of God 28591|For the sake, O heart, of all thou hast, 28591|For the glory of each sun and earth; 28591|Thou hast been the father of all men, 28591|In thy heart's most secret deeps, 28591|When the spirit longs forever 28591|To be one with God Himself! 28591|O heart of mine, my heart thou art, 28591|And I am here to serve thee, 28591|My soul's immensity to take 28591|One portion of thy perfection. 28591|Thy hand, too, is in me, 28591|And mine thou art to-day! 28591|My soul doth speak in me: 28591|Let the heart choose if it will! 28591|My heart doth speak in me, 28591|I have heard the angel's cry! 28591|My soul doth speak in me; 28591|Let the heart choose if it will! 28591|My soul doth speak in me; 28591|Let the heart choose if it will! 28591|My soul doth speak in me, 28591|As thou hast spoken in thee, 28591|So thy life doth speak in me; 28591|Let the heart choose if it will! 28591|My soul doth speak in me, 28591|Thou knowest what word is best!-- 28591|My soul doth speak in me, 28591|Let the heart choose if it will! 28591|Thy life doth speak in me: 28591|How many hearts may be 28591|In a thousand words that speak 28591|What God wills not to speak? 28591|Though I was born to hold and teach 28591|Truths that none but love may know, 28591|My voice, though I were born to speak 28591|God's perfectmost word above, 28591|My voice is far away on wings 28591|To speak things that I ne'er can know! 28591|Not mine to choose the words to speak, 28591|Though I should choose to set down; 28591|Not mine to choose the thoughts to shape 28591|That may become words of praise; 28591|But, O heart, to make thee more complete, 28591|I ask it of thee, my heart, in vain!-- 28591|Wake, arise! I am coming near; 28591|I have been waiting for thee, sweet, 28591|All day the deep silence held; 28591|The wind, above the forest-bough, 28591|Hath whispered to the grass, "Be still." 28591|But, O heart, let thine own voice wake; 28591|O heart, take heed! in God's own name! 28591|Out of thy silence let fall 28591|The words of truth, thine every day; 28591|Be thou the instrument, and I 28591|Will play the music for thee. 28591|The song of God, when he made man, 28591|Thou knowest, thou art I; 28591|And, then, on what remote, ill shore 28591|Did the first thoughts of thy first parent drift? 28591|Canst thou believe thine own hollow lies-- 28591|Thou canst not believe, but must? 28591|I cannot lie; but if I could 28591|I would speak out; and so, thou must; 28591|But only for the love of right; 28591|Canst thou believe, I say, 28591|That God thy Maker made and framed 28591|These frail and earthly things 28591|For thee, and me,--but canst thou, since thou 28591|Art not thy Maker, leave 28591|Thy Father's work undone! 28591|I cannot lie: my lips confess 28591|The truth of what I dare not speak, 28591|But, being blest that thou art, 28591|I ask thee this, that in silence I wait, ======================================== SAMPLE 430 ======================================== 28375|With me, if I have any more, 28375|And if with any any other men 28375|'Tis a hard thing to love, though you may guess 28375|'Twas not to be wished. And if you do, 28375|'Twill be a joy in Paradise, you know, 28375|But I fear--there's something else in store: 28375|For though you do not know what 'tis, yet 28375|''s soul is--is--God's soul? and--that's your sin-- 28375|Or--not to be so wise! What I have done 28375|'Tis, though I knew the secret, I can't tell, 28375|Though all my memory's lost to so small a part, 28375|My soul is, although my body be dead, 28375|And--though it's true; but what is that to me? 28375|If I could write (since I am blind) in verse 28375|What you, and I, and you and I alone 28375|Could never guess, 'twould be more than clear; 28375|And if such verse I wanted, I might say 28375|You're a devil, and I'm a hypocrite, 28375|For all men are, and yet that's not enough, 28375|My sin, which once was as my body, is 28375|One of the first objects of my sight, 28375|And still my name and name-branding come 28375|On all you think--and I--and you all. 28375|That's true, but--when, and how? 'Tis as plain 28375|As any one--and 'tis my fault, I swear, 28375|If I can leave my soul in Heaven or Hell 28375|And have a right to blame my own fault, I will. 28375|This, when 'tis said, a man may well deny, 28375|And--though so much the best in every place-- 28375|When that the truth in one can't make plain, 28375|And that it's the whole truth that's so, well, plain-- 28375|But then you'll find your soul is not so good 28375|And not so happy, as when you wrote-- 28375|For if 'twere known to God, His eyes would frown; 28375|But God is blind; all things are unknown; 28375|And 'tis all thought of all, and then--nothing done; 28375|In my last day, I was most pleased, I know, 28375|As if no world should go before me, and 28375|That I could look, if I might, down from high, 28375|And there see a city (God had me wrong)-- 28375|Not a little city; and a cloud, that, all 28375|In white,--like the white clouds that sail on high, 28375|Might be the clouds that cover and all be there. 28375|But the God of Heaven said, He neither knew, 28375|Nor will be found, if that false cloud be so, 28375|When the true one does, which I--might be true-- 28375|Would have made--as I have done; and the skies 28375|Were all--but I--so near to--I--my soul. 28375|If there were room for truth in fancy, 28375|And God's truthness could make men believe 28375|What's false--there were room for it in me; 28375|But that's not Heaven: it's folly to fret 28375|Upon a mean and trivial interest, 28375|And then--when that, which was false, goes to the wall, 28375|To come, and make, and go, and--in short, all, 28375|Go out, and bring no other answer back 28375|Than that it goes out--I had no thing; all 28375|The rest was--what they were: I had no more. 28375|I had no desire, no end of strife, 28375|To be so fondly led from good to bad; 28375|No--no--not such a love, or so much love 28375|As might have given me a hope to live, 28375|Were it but friendship, had been but friendship. 28375|O why should I that love, which made me good, 28375|Which made me a man and gave me all ======================================== SAMPLE 440 ======================================== 1279|To drink, and say his prayse, and then away they must away. 1279|In the time of my boy Chris'le, 1279|When you were singin' an' I med'k'd on the'r, 1279|Losh! maistly I was stennett, 1279|An's day I coost na' for sleepin', 1279|Till out o' tha I catch a glimpse-- 1279|Struts wi' the rest--struttin' erect! 1279|O it's a' for the'r stanes o' the world, 1279|I tremble at tha in my ay! 1279|Is it my heart that's aye beguil'd? 1279|Is it tha, that can keep me from despair? 1279|Tho' I be nae mair a fool, 1279|Still, still I hae feelings,-- 1279|Oh, what's the good o' a name, 1279|Since it lies round as a garland in life, 1279|An' sae fine is the smell in the ewes 1279|Of the bonie air o' the lave o' the ewes! 1279|But I sha'n't forget the days o' my youth, 1279|An', looking back, I can faintly see 1279|A brief window of this flower-fair country, 1279|When love grow'd aye sae blossomy an' green; 1279|When life's a wee thing made easy an' hale, 1279|An' the bonie smile o' love blaz'd in our e'e. 1279|But aye aft, when my heart is thinkin' o' thee, 1279|To live in the hour o' my youth again, 1279|It seems that its auld, but true half-freeze,-- 1279|Oh, the auld time when love was the only law! 1279|Come, lassie; 1279|We'll divide 1279|The dawgin 1279|Between us. 1279|Come, lassie, 1279|We'll separate, 1279|An' never look sic-- 1279|The dawin 1279|When Heaven was makein' 1279|For manna to eat!-- 1279|Lassie, O come between us, 1279|This bonie morning, 1279|When the dew shines 1279|Frae the heather 1279|An' the broomy braes 1279|Are blawnin' ag'in: 1279|Lassie, O mak ease ye me; 1279|I'll think o' thee, 1279|To live ayont the graheid 1279|In ane but a day: 1279|Then I'll think on thee, dearie, 1279|When the dew shines, an' the day is a' passed. 1279|My heart is a' the tane, 1279|My heart is a' the tane, 1279|The tane o' my heart in yond' o' its fashion, 1279|Aye true to the see! 1279|I care na by a stone 1279|For a man i' his graheid; 1279|I care na for a wife 1279|In a' her pride nor her fame: 1279|Gie me ae dear thing, lassie, 1279|To live wi' thee. 1279|The bonie rose blooms early, 1279|The bonie rose flowers early, 1279|An' the mavis tunes her bells an' cairns early; 1279|But the dearest thing to my heart is my Lily. 1279|The dearest thing to my heart is my Lily, 1279|As I sat on the stane, 1279|When the burnie fillys a' were clinking, clinkin', clinkin'; 1279|But the dearest thing in the world to my heart is my Lily. 1279|Then up an' clink, and turn'd up the burnies, 1279|An' straight on the cow-hose sing us a round of cheer; 1279|Oh! we're rowthoven and rowthoovesome, 1279|But ane will be left behind to his Mamma! 1279|TUNE ======================================== SAMPLE 450 ======================================== 1279|Sic ten Neuk, or fifteen laird, 1279|You may count that as a twa, 1279|Sic a woman, for her looks, 1279|You may count that as a threapol, 1279|You may count that as a ten. 1279|And oh, wha shall our leader be, 1279|And wha shall our raja be? 1279|Sic ten Neuk, or fifteen laird, 1279|By day and night your watch keep, 1279|And at night when your summons comes, 1279|Respect the queen of love. 1279|Her look is like the morning, 1279|Her air like the April air; 1279|Her wit like the snaw on the snaw, 1279|Her grace like the glister of jew'n; 1279|Her pow'r like an infant's wit, 1279|Her love like a youth's desire, 1279|Her health like a nation's wealth, 1279|Her wealth like a queen's crest. 1279|Now wha can compare her twa, 1279|Her beldam and her dame? 1279|Sic ten Neuk, or fifteen laird, 1279|Now, wha shall our raja be? 1279|Sic ten Neuk, or fifteen laird, 1279|To Queen M'Donald, be weye; 1279|For he and his kind sou' Westlin 1279|He'll make us what we want! 1279|Skipper, skipper, let us fly! 1279|Skirmish, skirmish, let us win! 1279|And oh, skreen for our skipper, 1279|Skreen for his sake and me! 1279|Let's quit the down and the dun! 1279|Let's follow the trail behind! 1279|'Twas Ibbles gat off a cargo, 1279|And said to outriggers, my dear, 1279|"Gae whip up a beam and a let!" 1279|O skipper, I've been toying 1279|With a gud toaster's pinion, 1279|I will not gie my pinion 1279|For a gud toaster's pinion, 1279|That's a voyage like a bo'sun's rummer, 1279|While I am a toaster. 1279|My father and my mother 1279|Were farmers in the country; 1279|But my father died ere I was born, 1279|And my mother's heart died a tear. 1279|But, as fate would have it run, 1279|My father and my mother 1279|Got together shares, and there 1279|Sparkled all their hearts' crimson dye. 1279|And there bloom'd the toaster's cherry, 1279|That's now skitt'd like a beggar's crow. 1279|Now a beggar's crook is worth a crook, 1279|An' my toaster's cherry 1279|Cannot be class'd with those 1279|I cannilie sticht wi' toaster's bran; 1279|But, oh! it's very like me, 1279|And like me fairly dapper, 1279|To be the jig for toasted cherries. 1279|It was a braw young man; 1279|He had a wee bit mare, 1279|And he travell'd far to see 1279|If he might get on wi' her. 1279|But he had nae mair pleasure, 1279|For he carted her away 1279|And he wove a garter ayein. 1279|And he has a wife for to live 1279|And she's a dit wi' the best. 1279|And he has a hap to give, 1279|And there'll be daffin or die. 1279|I saw a young man speeding, 1279|He was ae daut o' horn, 1279|When he should brake his ome, 1279|The bells would ring a whistle-bell. 1279|And he started frae the loons, 1279|And bleezed them a' abune, 1279|And blaw'd blithe as a linnet 1279|Upon the mountain's brae ======================================== SAMPLE 460 ======================================== 16686|And that the night was going, and I'm sure it was,-- 16686|And then I should think the stars had lost their power on earth, 16686|And earth and heaven were gone together like a dream; 16686|And, while my head was lying on the pillow, 16686|A soft light seemed to fall from heavenly things. 16686|Then I heard a voice, and there in the middle of the room 16686|Was the form of a girl I used to know so long ago; 16686|And the golden light fell on her, and a soft voice said,-- 16686|"Be a dear and kind, good-morning, Mary! 16686|May the flowers you gather this night be ever near you. 16686|A kiss, a word, a smile, and a rose will strengthen you, 16686|And the roses will bloom from the dew of kisses." 16686|Then, in the sweet light of the sun, I gathered her 16686|So I kissed her--and the sun went up above me; 16686|But she turned and smiled, and the dew of kisses came 16686|Into my eyes, and a soft voice said,-- 16686|"I am happy, my little sweet,--I am happy. 16686|Come, sweet sleep, thy soft wings let fall over me; 16686|Sweet sleep, that will not sleep till morning shall rise!" 16686|And then she kissed me--and the dew of kisses fell 16686|Down my cheeks, and flowed like sweet dreams from my eyes. 16686|And the soft voices whispered, "O, the days are beautiful." 16686|And the angels cried, "Good-bye, good children, good-bye." 16686|They went over the heavens and the earth and came again, 16686|But the dew of kisses fell never again on them; 16686|And the angels cried, "Good-bye, fair angels, good-bye." 16686|Then I kissed her--and she rose into the heavens again, 16686|With the dew of kisses falling from her eyelids, 16686|And rose ever beautiful in the light of the sun, 16686|As lovely still as ever she was when she rose! 16686|I met a little girl one day, 16686|And she said: 16686|"Oh, my little dog, we had play this day; 16686|"We had so fine a foot, and you could scarcely creep; 16686|"That was _so_ a dog, just now your neck would out-sloop, 16686|"So very much like a dog, and very large, indeed, 16686|"And like a dog the little foot you play with so plays, 16686|"And sometimes you tripped and bumped about upon the grass, 16686|"And then came up your mother, with her basket and shoe, 16686|"And played awhile with you, and then was out with you, 16686|"And I have some idea what your mother might be like, 16686|"For I bet money on your chances, and on your name!" 16686|And, as this little girl was walking, her mother-in-law 16686|Said: "It's just a child." 16686|But this was all a child. 16686|And so it is, my son: there's a proverb runs, 16686|"Love is a contagious thing; 16686|"If you think that it is just a careless sneer, 16686|"You may expect it to be spread 16686|"By something you've seen around and under you!" 16686|And so this proverb has some merit in it: 16686|"Love is the cause of all our sighs and growls-- 16686|"We are no better than we are!" 16686|So I've made the following small rhyme, 16686|Written on a paper: 16686|"Love, if you please, my little friend, 16686|"Pray take this to Mother!" 16686|And it fell upon a night 16686|As fair as any. 16686|And all day long, up to peep, 16686|We made love to it, baby! 16686|And as if she could never know, 16686|We took it from her in a glance-- 16686|And then 'twas dropped, as soft 16686|As any. 16686|I've seen the pretty things ======================================== SAMPLE 470 ======================================== May he be a beacon unto the poor, 30599|And the great Lord of the Forest send him out to save. 30599|Then I'll find him. In the light of a saint-fire, 30599|In the light and glory of a Christian dawn, 30599|I'll find him and make him a Christian, and burn 30599|This old-fashioned, superstitious book and try 30599|If these old legends and the old stories are true. 30599|"_For to be a Christian is the best of all 30599|By whom men may be saved._" 30599|Here's to the man that has been anointed King 30599|By the Lord, as he has been restored our King. 30599|O we must hold out, though we cannot save 30599|The King, the Saviour, from himself, the Man, 30599|The old world and its old faiths! 30599|"_For in every time that thou remember, 30599|To the great Will that gave them birth, men come._" (St. 1, 30599|The Man with the Broken Shoulder-legs 30599|Is a very good man, 30599|Yet, O but he is a frail man lying on the earth 30599|With the great sin creeping in. The world is all so wide 30599|That the true way will lead to only a small part. 30599|I am glad to have seen him for a time alone again,-- 30599|Touched by his hand and his heart, for the first time. 30599|A little, small voice, but mighty and strong to the end, 30599|His strength is God's hand leading him on to the wise 30599|And the good, but not the great, things. 30599|"_There is no king and there is no man._" 30599|Ah! they will call thee, son of the world, 30599|And call thee Lord. But thou shalt not be Lord all thine own, 30599|The greatest of lords. One must be great, one must be like, 30599|God-like, one with the great. For the one soul has sinned, 30599|The other is living and beautiful. 30599|But there are that will laugh at thee 30599|And mock Thy thoughts, poor heart, and Thy perfect life 30599|Shall make mock of me. 30599|What fear hast thou 30599|But a little weakness in thy heart-strings? Thou, like him-- 30599|Who made a god in the world. So poor a world! 30599|Thy heart-strings are broken; they will never mend. 30599|Thou knowest, poor heart, that my eyes are blind. They have 30599|All of my dreams, all of my heart, and the rest 30599|In the world stands far too long. 30599|I shall not see, 30599|Poor poor heart, that Thou wilt call me Lord, 30599|Who, living, couldst cast all things into hell: 30599|And so Thou art King-like to me by a name, 30599|And King-like to me when I call Thee by that name, 30599|King-like because to me Thou art but the clay 30599|And Lord of all the lives of earth, even life 30599|That, knowing the price of our love, Thou didst pay! 30599|Ah, but I know that Thou hast suffered, O poor heart, 30599|The price of living; I know it, and have lived 30599|All of this while. 30599|Ah, heart! The world is all so wide that Thy mind 30599|Was not of narrow compass. There, Thou wouldst have 30599|All hearts of earth be like this--to follow Thee, 30599|The love of love, to live, to honour and serve, 30599|To live the King's life. 30599|I will not hear it. 30599|Let it be so. 30599|If thou art weak, 30599|Then be it Thy own heart moves behind my back. 30599|Let me but understand. 30599|What is the price 30599|Of this most beautiful, best perfect life? 30599|Only the love and service of thy soul. 30599|Thou knowest, poor heart. 30599|_For, being all alone, no one shall ever know 30599|The secret of Thy heart and ======================================== SAMPLE 480 ======================================== 34982|To be with you. 34982|But this is nothing. 34982|It's all a ruse 34982|To keep our people from being free 34982|Of their rulers. 34982|"Give each his own 34982|The seat," they say, "because 34982|The Crown cannot be 34982|More fully seen than represented, 34982|When we're fighting the battle alone. 34982|"The people have no will, 34982|"Or are too frightened," 34982|They say, "to stand 34982|An honest vote for us, 34982|So we give each his own 34982|The place." 34982|So the Crown shall follow 34982|Our vote? 34982|The people have no voice 34982|To tell us, or we're lost. 34982|Oh, it's all a ruse, 34982|For there's more to freedom 34982|Than just occupying a seat 34982|At Queen-Lips or some other 34982|Peltonian palace. 34982|To stand as we have stood 34982|Since the First Great Parliament, 34982|While we wear out the shoes 34982|We've worn since the First Great Parliament! 34982|No voice to rise or shrink? 34982|No chance to strike a pose? 34982|Or talk? A-plenty, 34982|But speech is like a chain. 34982|The people have no wit-- 34982|If they speak, the world is lost! 34982|No chance to do the deed? 34982|Oh, it's all a ruse, 34982|But they had all their chance. 34982|"To stand as we have stood," 34982|And in what new guise 34982|For the crown's to re-assert its rule? 34982|What grand re-enactment 34982|For the people to see? 34982|They have no vote 34982|But what for us could 34982|They do with it? 34982|They could not vote with _us_? 34982|We've voted for them! 34982|The people have no law. 34982|You can't compel us 34982|To do _nothing_! 34982|They had no law 34982|Since the First Great Parliament. 34982|And for the crown to make law 34982|To fit a new mode, 34982|With our right hands, 34982|While they've all our votes? 34982|Oh, it's all a ruse, 34982|For there's more to liberty 34982|Than just a royal purple. 34982|But what is liberty 34982|That has its price? 34982|But what is liberty? 34982|It's not the sound 34982|Of a shepherd on his pipe. 34982|It's not the day 34982|Of birds on craggy hill. 34982|It's not a breath 34982|That blows, through a cloud. 34982|It's not a bell 34982|That tells the night goes wrong. 34982|It's not a king 34982|When a great crowd 34982|Cries, that their king 34982|Is broken in 34982|With many woes. 34982|It's not to hear 34982|A thousand bells 34982|Rumble and chime, 34982|And see great halls 34982|Dreaded as Hell. 34982|Oh, it's all a ruse 34982|For our country to be free. 34982|But that's not free, it's slavery. 34982|Oh, but this freedom 34982|Is not the sound 34982|Of a shepherd on his pipe. 34982|Oh, but this freedom 34982|Is not the sound 34982|Of birds on craggy hill. 34982|Oh, but this freedom 34982|Is not the world 34982|When ======================================== SAMPLE 490 ======================================== 24269|That in the hollow earth was buried, not 24269|That they their bodies left there, but that 24269|A river, flowing thro' the ground, took them 24269|Down there, where it was made; a thousand stones, 24269|They say, they pile'd; I know not nor declare. 24269|Now had Hermes, as we hoped, with our help 24269|Vouchsafed the aid of those of royal race, 24269|Yet had not then arrived. They, therefore, soon 24269|Extended forth their limbs, and bathed, all clad 24269|In flowing robes, and with the river's flow 24269|Each passing through the land, were warm, &c. 24269|But soon to be were many, while we in peace 24269|Expired on these, who, after nocturnal stealth, 24269|And in that form which never fails him fear, 24269|But ever seems a shadow, thus they say, 24269|Their names I shall not name. They on the shore 24269|Of the wide brine, they of the sacred deep-- 24269|Porphyrogenides, whom the Gods adore-- 24269|Lay sinking, all but one, Ulysses still 24269|At hand, whom, as the will of Pallas moved, 24269|Not on the shore alone Apollo sent, 24269|But he, the guardian of the earth, himself 24269|Had built, for thence he had his heavenly place. 24269|That one, the son of Ennomus, Ulysses loved, 24269|For beauty and for gifts renown'd; for him 24269|Pindarus, Parnassus, and for him, where 24269|Thou seest, Dictæan Arethusa, grew 24269|In rivers. He, on which the Ocean's sons 24269|Myrrha and Eryx stand, to the right 24269|To left inclined, and thence to the deep 24269|They glide. Their fathers, with their hoary hair, 24269|By Pindarus in Dicon are conveyed 24269|Unto the Echinades and Tegea; then, 24269|For this was neither toil nor toil, the Gods 24269|Conducted them, and all day long they float; 24269|But when they near the stream of Orpheus, 24269|And of Patheus that most sweetly springs, 24269|And where the Naxian rock commences, 24269|Then, by the power divine, Achilles will 24269|Send sea-robbing winds, and wreaths of flowers, 24269|And make the stars their canopy; then, those 24269|Who in the stream have fell'n, himself will lead 24269|Back to the gloomy deep, that by them borne 24269|They may be borne again to Ithaca. 24269|He ceas'd--Ulysses heard with joy his suit; 24269|Then thus, with smile at once his plaintive speech 24269|He cast his own misers' prayers abroad, 24269|And these the answer of a hundred swains--. 24269|If so it be, O Queen, that, on that day, 24269|When we shall come to give our hearts to thee 24269|In his own abode, you should, with tears 24269|And heavy groans, behold our fainting life 24269|Resumed, when, by a hand unseen, a man 24269|To us, and one who never hath done us harm, 24269|In the dark day of his affliction came. 24269|So long I might expect thy daughter's aid. 24269|To whom the Queen of Love, thus answer'd her. 24269|I do not care to see my husband view'd, 24269|Not though he perish when I take a life 24269|Which he himself hath lost, the crime of others. 24269|But if ye suffer him to escape us, he 24269|Whose death I sought, he shall not, I believe, 24269|For all his might, for aught of ours avail. 24269|But hush, my sons; yourselves, with hand to hand 24269|Assail him; I will not, if I can help, 24269|Be unprovided from his vengeance though he smite 24269|Me, and that without excuse, for the Gods 24269| ======================================== SAMPLE 500 ======================================== 1008|I was but in appearance like a common clown." 1008|So saying, he unclasp'd the sacred vest, 1008|And, as the wind doth to sail bird wing'd, forth 1008|Exclaim'd, in act to whooap, his angry words 1008|Discharging, at each other fiercely they 1008|Like swords clashed, till they both fell to the ground. 1008|Then one turn'd round with headlong speed, and seem'd 1008|By contrary blast inclined to spit the dust 1008|From his blunted throat, and disappear'd. 1008|But Luke with caution caution rightwisely guards 1008|His companion, and secures to save him still 1008|His corselet and sandals, which at once 1008|He half obscur'd, and threw behind him far, 1008|Where, coming down from the steep, the bank he reach'd 1008|Far as the ditch intersect'd. Beyond 1008|The bridge was nowhere seen the bleeding trunk: 1008|So great the cut: but Jesus, at the point, 1008|Knew andaghast, how that his art should accomplish 1008|What his nature ordain'd. With sweep of sword 1008|Swept from its place the gardener of the world, 1008|Son of God and Goddess, down to filth 1008|And misery, reappear'd. With roar 1008|Of hurricane all the regions round were fill'd 1008|With sounds of dire rejoicing: from the cliffs 1008|On heights, and from the fertile fountains green, 1008|And verdant meads, loud-clamour'd Scion sown, 1008|Calls to the camp; and in the center round 1008|Set several thousand in a ring retir'd. 1008|The rest, whom pale Phlegethoniality 1008|Hath ink'd with a ph[oe]nix tow'rds the light, 1008|With halos round them, that they seem'd seen 1008|By aessemers, covering them as they drew: 1008|Thus scattering them before the face of God, 1008|They join'd in dread silence all around. 1008|And not far wavering from the verge whereon 1008|They were entomb'd, a lake appear'd, and parch'd 1008|The spirit of all, who stand'd a sacrifice 1008|There. They no less terror at the sound 1008|Of that ghastful roar arrive, than at the sound 1008|Of more exceeding. With fear at length 1008|Each of them turn'd, and near the edge of that 1008|Beneath, another lamentable sound 1008|Rang through all numb'ning 'twixt the sixth hour 1008|And th' ninth. One was there, ere yet two hours 1008|Had stopp'd the, and they all besides appear'd 1008|In other sort as they have oft been here":- 1008|"O Friars holy, noble, and fair,- 1008|Twelve monks, and twelve pallids, for your pay,- 1008|Why wend ye onward o'er the bad soil 1008|To tread the paths which now I measure out? 1008|Oh! by that beauteous light which I behold 1008|In your celestial eyes, what can my steps 1008|Encountered? Turn, and see if aught of mine 1008|May not profit there, where clearly is mark'd 1008|The litter and the bed. Where two distinguish 1008|Sight and Silence, one voices tells the other 1008|What his kind command've been, that both may dwell 1008|In sweet security." This said, they turn'd, 1008|And all along the cohonest, but to me 1008|More copious than to those who listening stood, 1008|Their words and their actions give me good grounds 1008|Of believing. Soon as to the right we came, 1008|Each pointing to the chant break on ours, who sang 1008|So noble and so successful, that all ears 1008|LOCKPILED to the story. Lo! upon the right 1008|Another light emerges, that more serene 1008|Enlighteneth me. And he, whose praises sings 1008|In ======================================== SAMPLE 510 ======================================== 1365|And in the house they are in the middle of the feast. 1365|I see a boy about the age of fifteen 1365|Come to this house; he has a beautiful face, 1365|And with his face he is smiling, looking bright, 1365|But as soon as he hath eaten that is eaten 1365|With others of his kind, he turns to a wolf; 1365|He is no larger than a goose-quail or goose, 1365|And like a hare is found on the plain at noon 1365|Upon the mountain side, or in the field 1365|Among the daffadils. To him, at night, 1365|The voices of the people are heard, and the sound 1365|Of the gongs in the church, and the watchmen quick; 1365|He knows well the way to London town, 1365|And will go with me, with his silver horns. 1365|I have a little brother here, who is not 1365|So handsome as he is small; but he loves me 1365|And will do, to please me, as I tell you, 1365|For there is no other God but Love, the Teacher. 1365|His mother in the house has been faithful 1365|In her word, and when the house is in disarray, 1365|And the winds sweep out the candles, burning at a hearth, 1365|She takes her little boy to the windows, in 1365|The night of Easter night, and with him goes 1365|The little lady, dressed in white, that stands 1365|Looking out, as if she were a nun and pure. 1365|And then the little lady, when she sees 1365|That she is very old, and knows a great deal 1365|About the home, when she has the house to sweep, 1365|Comes to me, with her basket by her, and kneels 1365|And prays me for a few drops of oil of frankincense. 1365|Ah, then I give her the drops. And when 1365|She smells it, she says, "My Lady, I implore 1365|You, give me something to put in my basket, 1365|For I have lost good store of things, and if the Lord 1365|Should take away my things, I should have nothing, 1365|Nothing but ashes and ashes." So I give her 1365|A bag, and on it places the frankincense, 1365|And she goes on her way, and my heart bleeds 1365|To think of all the treasures I had before, 1365|All the books and manuscripts, the old books 1365|And manuscripts, but I have lost them all 1365|By the hands of the demons and by the hands 1365|Of Satan. They are all dead. You can see 1365|That the books and manuscripts are in no way 1365|Bitter upon me. When you read them through 1365|You find there are notes and little verses 1365|Or the like of the like, that have been folded 1365|And hidden away, and thus no longer 1365|Shall be found upon anything. So I pray 1365|That you may go back, and on your knees adore 1365|And the ashes of all the old books, and in 1365|Your hands make like a cross, and set it there 1365|Upon a book-mark in a window blind; 1365|And when next you go through the door, you fear not 1365|The ashes, which will be on the shelf behind. 1365|The King of Salem, King Solomon,--all these 1365|Are names that come to me. And the most holy of all 1365|These prophets who to and fro held this shore 1365|Seeking old tales, old stories, to see what would 1365|Come after them, I bring in my hands." 1365|And then the king of Salem, Solomon, 1365|And the holy prophets, who knew what new things 1365|The light of the sun through the darkened air 1365|Showed to an eager searching and a thirsting soul, 1365|Fleeing the wrath of God and the curse of man, 1365|To seek the light, and the hope, and the truth. 1365|These are the names that come to me. From the first 1365|Fleeing from ======================================== SAMPLE 520 ======================================== 4010|And ere the winter had worn away; 4010|"O, that I could find some room to lie, 4010|Some warm, dry, well-fanning coverlid, 4010|That lay upon my back and my breast, 4010|Like a huge wool-basket;--till, lo! 4010|That pillow of my own soul was gone, 4010|And, in its place, a slumbering shade; 4010|So, when at eve the moon had risen, 4010|And filled the world with silver light, 4010|Methought I lay upon the bier 4010|The soft, white curtain of a shroud, 4010|The silent coffin of a dead 4010|And untaken warrior and the king 4010|I fought beside at Can Grande! 4010|"I fought beside at Can Grande! 4010|Where in the fierce four-year war of lust 4010|Was ever lair of human hate 4010|That laid the goodliest of her kind 4010|Upon the cold earth as a prey! 4010|Fled from her mountain-glaciers gay, 4010|She sought the hills; and, from their height 4010|The black cliff flashed upon the morn, 4010|And echoed far to northward away: 4010|To her, a drowsy, flower-lipped damsel, 4010|With wreaths of herbage and with flowers, 4010|Passed in her sun-brightened pathway, 4010|And with her young in arms reclined. 4010|On this side was the castle-gate, 4010|And through the low and easy wall, 4010|Lit by the crystal spire below, 4010|Was seen how shepherds frolicked round, 4010|And young foxes howled from hill to hill, 4010|Whose bark, the castle's arches gleaming, 4010|Rang on the waves; the wood-birds sung 4010|In a wild piping strain above, 4010|And, as they glanced round, their song and glee 4010|Grew kindling as they near the strand; 4010|For through the vale the fisher sun 4010|Sang out every stream and brook, 4010|Which, by the castle's lofty tower, 4010|Beside her, brighten'd in a light 4010|Of its own splendour, and her way, 4010|Was as a thing of splendour, clear, 4010|And full of song, and in its sound 4010|Had all the harmony of this 4010|World of harmony with which 4010|Musing, I lay down like a child, 4010|While that fair light, which still was lit, 4010|Seemed in the very castle-lot; 4010|And thus the world's own harmony 4010|Play'd on mine ear, in a sweet lay - 4010|Though I have loved such strains as suit 4010|Children well, and little men: 4010|And though they have not learned to sing, 4010|Still their music is sweet to me; 4010|In those days, alas! when I could weep, 4010|And remember the unquiet dead; 4010|It seemed a holy, holy thought 4010|To hear the little airs of Spring. 4010|Yet though my soul and body say, 4010|Not a lass could make us cry, 4010|When the cruel-hearted feller died; 4010|And I have thought, for once, of my own, 4010|And have been soothed till I was glad; 4010|I can sit still, when I am sad, 4010|And watch what you please do: 4010|And, if the season so suits, 4010|I love the bended knee. 4010|But when the snow and rain has palled its fit, 4010|And winter sets in velvet pall, 4010|To sing a jovial song at such a feast, 4010|As one may think a most auteur, in scorn; 4010|O, then we say, "To me, your prize, sir, 4010|This is the most absurd excuse; 4010|I know Sir Walter Scott's genius quite, 4010|And when he had composed a great song, 4010|He would have put it into ======================================== SAMPLE 530 ======================================== 16265|In their little room with the door ajar 16265|And the candle hanging on the wall ajar, 16265|I have come across the word "Rise" 16265|With a face as grave and flat as you please. 16265|The one thing I remember of "Rise" 16265|Is the way it makes you feel--so bad, so bad. 16265|And I've come across many words to-night 16265|That are so like "Rise"--so like--so vague, so vague. 16265|"Elegance," and "Artistic Vigour," 16265|But "Rise" is far above the rest, 16265|And I cannot hear--or see--the word, 16265|I will just stop here (I'll stop if I can). 16265|If you don't know what "Rise" means, try. 16265|"Rise" says--but don't ask. 16265|Well, I believe that I do-- 16265|And if you don't know what "Rise" means 16265|You won't either! 16265|It's when the sun makes his round 16265|On clouds a-shine; 16265|And the little stars come out 16265|From under the silver dawn 16265|To shine about me so. 16265|When the sun puts out his light, 16265|And closes his earth-door, 16265|And with shadows blackens the blue 16265|Of heaven's blue; 16265|When all the stars I own 16265|Have put their clubs in bed, 16265|And I lie just like a log 16265|In the deep, still earth; 16265|When I don't hear my mother 16265|Any more in the hall; 16265|When the cat is out of the kitchen, 16265|And my brothers and I 16265|Are up to something unsaid 16265|That we've long been keeping-- 16265|I have been like to catch a cold 16265|For weeks beyond reach. 16265|And I know that this is so-- 16265|And the fever that wrings 16265|My bones is a cunning one 16265|That will not go well 16265|With the morning. 16265|And when I feel all warm and well 16265|And young again, 16265|I have a thought--and I say it-- 16265|Of the night that's come. 16265|'Tisn't much: a summer's night-- 16265|To-morrow! 16265|When your hair is black and dark, 16265|Bats and frogs that stunk and tumbled 16265|In a cloud of smoke; 16265|When you've made your bed for the day 16265|And wrapped yourself in the blanket 16265|The wind is in the chimney-- 16265|Oh, it's very, very strong-- 16265|The wind is in the chimney! 16265|And it comes out the back side 16265|Of the house, and it scoops the fire 16265|As you are coming in-- 16265|Oh, it scoops the fire and scorns 16265|Your guts flying back!-- 16265|It scorns your black and barren heat 16265|And your fat, juicy fire 16265|As you are coming in--Oh, 16265|It scorns the black and barren heat!-- 16265|It's coming o'er the wall! 16265|It's knocking at the door-- 16265|Oh, it's coming o'er the wall! 16265|And it's whispering to its mate-- 16265|Oh, it's whispering to itself: 16265|We've been out on the flue!-- 16265|It's coming o'er the wall! 16265|It's knocking with both arms-- 16265|Oh, it's knocking with both arms! 16265|The poor blind thing! and you-- 16265|Oh, it's coming o'er the wall! 16265|It's rattlin' at the pane!-- 16265|Oh, it's rattlin' at the pane! 16265|Oh, it scoops the flame! 16265|And it scoops you--and you! 16265|And it wraps you in--you-- 16265|Your--your--nakedness! 16265|Oh, it wrapped you ======================================== SAMPLE 540 ======================================== 20586|On the sea that lies around the moon. 20586|Then the sound thereof made men glad, 20586|Though I was but a woman; 20586|For all men know but one, but one, 20586|Of the joys that they cannot see 20586|On the night in the morning. 20586|And I looked there: and with a start 20586|Lo, a new moon shone upon the hill! 20586|In the moon, and the sea, and the dawn, 20586|And at midnight I saw a light! 20586|With a thrill of joy went each bone 20586|And the heart flew out from every limb; 20586|And, as we climbed on, we gazed 20586|A light on the waters to be. 20586|And we know all this by heart: 20586|For this earth is not a heaven; 20586|And we are not gods; and yet 20586|In my heart a new moon still is, 20586|A strange, strange gleam that comes and goes 20586|A thousand miles astray, 20586|A gleam that can not come again 20586|To that glad earth that I knew 20586|I knew in a happier time, 20586|In a land of flowers and of song, 20586|In a land of children three. 20586|But I know all this by sight, 20586|By ear and smell and breath, 20586|By the moon and the salt sea spray: 20586|For we in the bowers of God 20586|Are things that earth did not see 20586|As we stood there in the valley 20586|To watch the coming dawn. 20586|It was like a land of wonder-- 20586|So glad and white and still; 20586|And from the mountain's misty summit 20586|An odorous dust arose 20586|As of flowers when the flowers are blowing 20586|From out the gold of the morn. 20586|And round about us, in a circle thin, 20586|Flower and grasshopper had birth; 20586|And the snipe that stood in the valley slept, 20586|While the garrulous lizards slept 20586|In a ring of dancing flame, 20586|And the blue-coated lizards fluttered all about 20586|To kiss the sunbeams off. 20586|It was like a world of wonder-- 20586|So glad and white and still; 20586|And from the mountain's misty summit 20586|There rang a fragrant cry 20586|As of birds on a windy hill, 20586|Swarming up into the sky. 20586|And the blue-coated lizards danced around 20586|In a ring of burning flame, 20586|And the dancing firemen kept 20586|From the valley as they swept; 20586|And the little children wept 20586|For a world so long out of their sight. 20586|They found with eager haste and good 20586|The ring of flame; they snatched the keys 20586|From on high in their golden lute-- 20586|But it was a golden ring for me, 20586|An old man's ring to me; 20586|And I can hear it yet, 20586|With the chime of bells, 20586|And the soft cadence of the daffodils, 20586|Which ring o'er Christmas morning. 20586|With our old boots on the hard English ground 20586|How do we swing between the joy and fear? 20586|With a heart grown heavy with the weight of years. 20586|How long the peaceful day and how long the night? 20586|I ask in vain; they are not answered by; 20586|My faith is blind, I vainly ask in vain. 20586|In all her windows glistens the moon; 20586|The fireman's heart breaks as he rocketh here; 20586|And I am a child that comes from faring far, 20586|And finds a mountain in an English dell. 20586|I look in the face of the fireman there, 20586|And I find a mountain in the English heat; 20586|I hear the wind howling in a cave of pine, 20586|And the woodpecker's quick and merry cry, 20586|And the bluebird, with the dark downy breast ======================================== SAMPLE 550 ======================================== 8792|The face of either, from its wimple thin 8792|Unfurled his wings, and to the lower sky 8792|Descending like a lark. And as he rose 8792|Ere he had reached the third circle, from the point 8792|Of the seventh Gabriel he was mute; and I 8792|Musing, as died the sun, sociable, rose 8792|Through ether to the Principality 8792|Of the fair Region, where the angels keep 8792|Watch o'er the souls, that circles each in turn, 8792|Along the centre, where the sixth light 8792|(So named) of our own planet fires the air) 8792|Stays not the sun in any ell, but gives 8792|Emergence and provision for his race, 8792|As ministering God to God's empire, is; 8792|Both in those circles and the other on 8792|The top of that new dome, where round about 8792|Coruscant towers. As we, that dwell at home, 8792|Methinks shall more gladly encounter, when 8792|Death comes to either, than they who in those halls 8792|Lay waste the thrice-quaroaned world, and would seize 8792|All cities under heaven, if such there were. 8792|These seem I now, who well knew special claim 8792|To question of the highest: for my frame 8792|Received from heaven above, and upward borne 8792|By heavenly influence into man's frame, 8792|That it no less unto heaven on high 8792|Exerted itself. The nature thus 8792|Exercised, and thus active and wise made, 8792|Greater hopes and more extraordinary fears 8792|Made me. O ye powers divine, O Iov*e, 8792|Be kind as ye are, help our limbs to feel 8792|For weariness, and steep us in sleep, 8792|That we may know the thing unworthy death, 8792|Which is by longing for eternal woe compared." 8792|Upon the sleeper's breast such load was placed, 8792|That (its respect not sought and pray'd for first) 8792|It should not be expected he would bear 8792|Repentance ever after to the case. 8792|But fixt was my mind, and steadfastly 8792|Viewless in death, from that hour it wanders, 8792|Through all the dismal world around, and turns 8792|To that wherein I died. Ye who have been 8792|Partakers in the anguish of my felicity, 8792|Would seem to me of late witnesses, 8792|When I recount of Margaret, of whom 8792|I spoke before, the unfortunate wife 8792|And mother: now, according to your wishes, 8792|Living at its furthest point, o'er all these Isles 8792|Judgment speedily dispenses WHERE 8792|IS HE NOW, for whom his pity at my hand 8792|Secures me? where my pity runs so deep, 8792|That even while seated at the foot of the arch, 8792|It returns to my eyes, when I am gone 8792|Low at his feet! and what shall be said 8792|Of him, while living he remained in peace, 8792|In sensibility or in power, 8792|If he to humanity had turned pale 8792|Even at the thought of being hurt? If he 8792|Had for that agony been living blind, 8792|Even his blindness to my eyes would have been 8792|Forgetfulness of sight. But if he lived 8792|And saw me once in high rebellion displayed, 8792|In suffering, and in thoughts imploring aid, 8792|How then would his coming then appear? 8792|For conjugal love he never met rebellion; 8792|Such benignness he well knew, and I 8792| ======================================== SAMPLE 560 ======================================== 20956|And of thee a father, as old men do, 20956|For mother still had life; she lived by cheer. 20956|The young maid made her hear them tell 20956|Her father was to live, and her to die. 20956|She could not think of life again; 20956|And many a grief and woe 20956|Rose in her sad mind, as of one that's died. 20956|It will be many days before I am forgiven, 20956|For I was not the maiden that was born to-day, 20956|In whom the future bloom of beauty shines, 20956|To whom I spoke so oft of hope and heaven; 20956|I was not the one of whom you long for one 20956|Who may to-day be deprived of earthly love. 20956|I was too young, and foolishly I answered falsely,-- 20956|The night is deep, the darkness long, 20956|There are many things I never must say 20956|But very dear, and very dear to me. 20956|I have heard my mother speak all too well, and often 20956|In solemn and solemn words I think she knows; 20956|I was not she I loved, I did not know her well, 20956|My words are not her voice,--and yet they speak. 20956|She knew not me, nor she the friend that I had brought, 20956|There were many friends about my father's house; 20956|How little, the young friend thinks, so much I know 20956|Of what his friends have made from me and mine; 20956|I am very sure 'tis he, if only he knows, 20956|Who speaks of all his father's friends but very dear; 20956|And, all the same, it may be I am not he, 20956|But some strange woman in this lonely place,-- 20956|Ah! that I knew whom now my heart desires, 20956|Which is so dear, and still so very dear. 20956|You see the young maid, 20956|And you'll see the old man. 20956|What can you do with a nose, 20956|And a brain like mine? 20956|I've heard my mother speak all too well 20956|Of what she had to say. 20956|As long as I'm happy, what can I do but smile? 20956|Nothing, my dear; but never mind; 20956|There's something wrong in such a young nose, 20956|And I'm sure, if I should see 20956|A little head so wrinkled as this does, 20956|I should be glad to know. 20956|It's like a goat's skin on one eye; 20956|It cannot long endure; 20956|It's like a black-maned peacock's feather, 20956|The forehead's turned away. 20956|Oh! this is too much for a youth like me, 20956|An old man is not fit; 20956|A boy who, with the light in his eyes, 20956|May live a little while and then die. 20956|I saw him yesterday, I heard him yesterday, 20956|But he is past all remembrance to-day; 20956|But I am glad, indeed; for I do not know 20956|If he's happy any more at all with me. 20956|So, like old fishermen of the country round, 20956|We in a common life agree to tell 20956|Our love in common talk, without a fear 20956|That those who hear it shall forget it soon. 20956|And I believe, before the dawn of Day, 20956|The eyes of the young one will have seen 20956|The face of his mother,--and there, my friend, 20956|The sweet one shall sit, as she sat then, 20956|Telling her story with a happy face 20956|The old time-tiding tales,--in the olde 20956|Crowned with pearls and gilded in her hair! 20956|Oh, when shall mother's story be told? 20956|"_Who can love the Lamb, love him not, 20956|Who loves the Son of Man, shall love the Lord: 20956|He was a babsel on the mount: 20956|The Babe's mother was David.] 20956|Who loves the Son of Man, shall love the Lord. ======================================== SAMPLE 570 ======================================== 18007|With a face of a smile, and a mouth that was redder than wine, 18007|And a hand, and a mouth that was whiter than snow, 18007|And a voice that was softer than dew of the morn! 18007|And I leaned my face between his, and I held him--I 18007|Holded him, and I kissed him, and--ah, there's a stain! 18007|I held him, to prove him faithful, while I dreamed 18007|Of a face of a smile, of a mouth that was redder than wine, 18007|Of a hand, of a mouth that was whiter than snow, 18007|Of a face, of a mouth that was blacker than black. 18007|But all in vain; and the moon, the moon, the moon 18007|Came a-drifting, like a careless sister, and stole 18007|Away from the village, and left them aghast, 18007|When they found him at last in the house of his wife-- 18007|Sick with love, with a heart that was blacker than black. 18007|One moment as he wept, and then, like a priest, 18007|He stood weeping, with a pallor on his face, 18007|He stood with his head bowed, and prayed, and was silent; 18007|Then he turned to his wife and said, "Wife," and I 18007|Shuddered--and kissed her, and said a poor thing, and bad; 18007|And--there's a stain! 18007|And then came the moon that came so seldom this year, 18007|And vanished so swiftly that I forgot to say "Good-night." 18007|And she answered, "Kiss me, my sweet; it is time." 18007|And she rose and went to the door; and then--I cried, 18007|And--there's a stain! 18007|Then I thought that I had forgotten all, 18007|All that I had felt and done and said 18007|For I had little to lose, and I had not much to say; 18007|But I knew what did come after I turned in the door, 18007|And that is, that the stains will never go away. 18007|What matters it whether the moon come again, 18007|Or the sun rise, or the little birds sing; 18007|That the little things that I have known and done 18007|Will hurt me still, and stain my lips with black. 18007|The moon is low, and from the windows, low, 18007|The little stars wheel in their canteens, 18007|Ripening for a night when the world is gray, 18007|In the west, far, long ago; 18007|Like flowers, they come, the stars of midnight, bright, 18007|Like flowers, in a cloud of gold and snow. 18007|The stars of midnight hang like ripples of wine; 18007|The flowers have bloomed and vanished away, 18007|Too early to be precious to us all. 18007|But the things I love the best, they have not died, 18007|And shine through the twilight, gold and red, 18007|Too late for our love, too soon for our tears; 18007|So dark and drear for their tender glow, 18007|But yet they are bright, for they will not die. 18007|In the land of shadows I will seek 18007|The star of night that shone above her urn; 18007|And she will laugh in the darkness again, 18007|When I have been gone with a heavy heart, 18007|And she will smile in her lonely home on the shore, 18007|When I shall come no more. 18007|Out of the West, out of the night, 18007|A star has come. 18007|He has rolled in glory before 18007|My soul and I. 18007|I think I have felt him before, 18007|But I never was human. 18007|Now the stars are turning into night, 18007|And the clouds are brightening. 18007|For I never was half so fair 18007|As he now is; 18007|And I never shall see him, only, 18007|Till our bodies meet, heart to heart, 18007|In the bosks of love. 18007|When all is ======================================== SAMPLE 580 ======================================== 1471|I know, and knew, but I knew not, _Thee_ 1471|In the first or when the second Spring, 1471|But now I know thee. O thine aisles! 1471|Are thy green lilies sweet with the bees 1471|And the butterflies in the grass? 1471|Or is this all? What's more? How, in the end, 1471|And wherefore is it not all, do I 1471|Know thee not! And wherefore not thyself? 1471|_Thou_ that is all! I, that am lover 1471|Of love's essence, and thine, too, are we, 1471|We that wait thee everywhere, and see 1471|Thy love by thee revealed: I, that in thy 1471|Fancy beheld the light; I, too, that at 1471|Thy vision's uttermost depth might stand 1471|As in a vision, and be thine 1471|Praise and thy worship. But all this 1471|I do not praise thee, O thou sweet; 1471|But rather what I do, I, too, 1471|Master of my soul, who can adore 1471|All things, praise thee! And at such end, 1471|When thou shalt be too heavy to lift 1471|Lights from thy heaven, and move too deep 1471|For words to make them bright, yet, even yet, 1471|I shall not be too lonely to thee! 1471|And I do so entreat; though thou art 1471|My lover, and I entreat of thee; 1471|Be thee to me thyself the world, 1471|Me thou my world, me thou my love. 1471|For thou art like a forest; 1471|We are the beauteous trees that grow along its branches. 1471|The dew, the dew of morning, 1471|The breath of summer is our singing; 1471|The nightingale's a thousand ways, 1471|We lift our eyes with eyes for seeing; 1471|We feel the whole earth and know the whole earth, 1471|And the whole world's for us, and the world's for us; 1471|We seem so near! But come we will not come; 1471|Our ways are straight as is the way of a star; 1471|We hear in dreams, but they are hollow notes; 1471|The star-stream runs, 1471|The wind-stream sweeps, 1471|The world is with us, 1471|Ourselves in the world,-- 1471|Ourself in the world! 1471|And so we do not come; 1471|For though we may not come, 1471|Come, then, like nightingales, to hear the 1471|Songs that we make. 1471|What though thy spirit break, 1471|The tree that grows in Hell 1471|Nor bud nor leaf again; 1471|Though thou desert us 1471|In time,--no sun has set, 1471|Nor skies been darkened; 1471|With tears we keep the spring, 1471|Love's sweet flowers, beside. 1471|What though the deeps of night 1471|Closed evermore our sight, 1471|And days and years went by; 1471|Thy shadow was our light, 1471|Thy hope our star, O heart! 1471|What though thine arms lay cold 1471|Round us, and time and fate 1471|Made desolate, we knew 1471|Our earth is not in vain, our light, 1471|Our blue, our Heaven, O soul! 1471|O soul that art not thou, nor life, nor God, 1471|O love that art not love, O beauty not beauty, 1471|O man nor man made man, O God nor God, 1471|O life immortal, O immortal, O immortal-- 1471|Not what we are, nor yet what we shall be, 1471|But what we must become, O soul, O heart, 1471|If our great grandfathers wisely taught us-- 1471|The English were the first to know this-- 1471|That the great masters of the earth and sea and air 1471|Were plants, and only weeds when comes this day! 14 ======================================== SAMPLE 590 ======================================== 1322|But these must be, in this great world of ours, only 1322|Tho' all the world may give us, the rest must be ours. 1322|And I believe in this, the world's great mystery, 1322|The long-drawn evolution, the long-winded tale, 1322|The long-solved riddle of the universe, 1322|And all great nature, from the birth to death, 1322|One long irresistible march to perfect destiny 1322|(So was it said by Christus, the Saviour's birth, 1322|And was His dying cry, and was His passion's sigh) 1322|And all the coming ages as the ages roll'd, 1322|Or as they roll in swift motion still, 1322|And all mankind, each of each the true companion, 1322|God's best, no less than man's, true companion, 1322|One great great movement, a great great march to perfect destiny. 1322|So are my dreams. I dream of a time when you, my child, 1322|Will have to dream your dream, even for the rest of us, 1322|And all but the dreamer's dreamer, because of the dream 1322|We have not yet born, a birth for others yet to dream, 1322|For us unborn, for us unborn the great dream has birth. 1322|And you will have to hear all things, all things that one can dream, 1322|And, having heard them, you will have to think of them, thinking. 1322|As one might say, speaking in thought, 1322|"A good-bye, my lady; 1322|I've waited a long time for this message, 1322|I have no other friend to send it to, 1322|The time's to come?" 1322|And all I could do seemed to be, 1322|"Oh mother, go, dear mother, go, 1322|And tell your child you're coming, 1322|There's such a thing as a bad beginning, 1322|A beginning even for the worst; 1322|A beginning even for the best, 1322|A beginning even, when only the worst is past." 1322|But how is this? I did not dream it, 1322|I wish indeed I did, yet how is this possible-- 1322|That any of you who have never, at any time, 1322|Beheld me at once or heard at once my voice, 1322|I who have heard, not seen, you know how dear you are, 1322|I who have seen, and not seen, not anything at all, 1322|I who have seen a thousand such scenes, you know how true they are 1322|(Yet when I tell you the world is not a scene at all, 1322|Then one day or two ago I thought it so, 1322|I thought I had come now to boast over a deed, 1322|I thought I might have conquered in war or in war-time. 1322|I thought I had conquered, had conquered and taken, 1322|I thought I had killed the old man, had killed the old man, 1322|If a deed could kill all men, I had done the deed with all my might, 1322|With all the power of my voice, then had I killed the old man, 1322|I thought I had killed the old man, and won and won, 1322|I thought I had vanquished the old man, and won again, 1322|Even to an eighth of his soul, O he was all the evil, 1322|Even to the tenth of his soul, O what a monster is he, 1322|And what I thought I did, that I accomplished. 1322|(A great deed that I achieved by the same means--a dream.) 1322|O who, at the best, will ever know you good? 1322|(How shall we know that a dream is the best dream?) 1322|Or you, my mother, and your child, (as you call him,) 1322|Who know so well the world of a dreamer, 1322|And more at the worst, in the days of our youthhood, 1322|Not yet grown wise over a hero's thought, 1322|When we are all gone out to, and all grown out of dreams, 1322|Who know so well the world of a dreamer? 1322|When you have seen me through ======================================== SAMPLE 600 ======================================== 1304|And all that I had of wealth and fame; 1304|Then, when the poor were as my heirs 1304|As those that dwell not in the world, 1304|I went away to a garden gay, 1304|And there I saw a lovely flower! 1304|I said in my heart, 'It is she!' 1304|And she has been my wife twenty-two. 1304|I have no children by my wife; 1304|Youth will go as a breeze across 1304|The ocean of existence, 1304|And the end of it all, when it is done, 1304|It will be the quiet grave of my mother. 1304|THE sun came up, and the flowers were open sprung, 1304|Held by their hands, and in the primrose blue, 1304|Maiden-grasses with eyes of wonder and love, 1304|Felt not the breeze of their white garments blowing. 1304|I knew that it was sunny when I saw them spring, 1304|Said, 'There is no sun but this green heaven above,' 1304|And when they spoke, seemed to hear in the trees 1304|Some fairy in the garden who could tell 1304|Their secret, and bring them all together, 1304|Fairer and fairest, as birds come back to roost! 1304|THE sun went down. The flowers were a-waxing grey, 1304|And the violet's head did not shine above; 1304|Yet was the primrose's heart a-beat; and I, 1304|Who had loved her never, who had mocked her now, 1304|Who had left her in the garden to expire, 1304|And in a moment was around her wound 1304|Wounds that should not end in death, but would make 1304|Her spirit sweet with immortality: 1304|She turned her face to the wall, and 'Kiss me,' she said, 1304|'Here in the tomb is another flower 1304|White as a drop of pity, and like it you 1304|Shall be no more. The breeze that blows from you 1304|Will bring me a fresh ashen rosebud in June, 1304|That you may keep it for a beauty for your own.' 1304|I felt as if the very earth beneath 1304|Had spoken in a language strange and weak, 1304|And only a few of us were yet alive; 1304|And when their voices' music was hushed again 1304|The night was black on every hand. But when 1304|Once more a hand found out its ancient way-- 1304|A hand I loved--it hurt me so I said, 1304|'Alas, it hath forgotten me.' By and by 1304|The morning air was full of stars; and then 1304|I saw but that one pale primrose in the sun. 1304|WE need not list or sing how in the East 1304|The morning star of morning rose. 1304|It was a star not made of hands or wings, 1304|Nor made with hands at all; 1304|Nor for the birds to climb and touch and hold, 1304|Nor any other curious creature's feet-- 1304|When in the East alone. 1304|In the East alone it was, 1304|Star of the morning of the Old Year, 1304|Serenely beautiful, 1304|When morning lit the eastern hills, 1304|And all the sea was bright; 1304|For the stars were pure and bright, 1304|And the sun in his first-frightening heat 1304|Was light--light to the breast! 1304|The stars were young, the sea was young; 1304|There were no waves, upon the sea; 1304|The stars were young, and the sea was free 1304|Of all its sad regret; 1304|And he who loved a star, beheld in turn 1304|The glory of the World. 1304|In the East, where dawn was bright, 1304|Star, star of the morning, 1304|How your light was like to morning! 1304|How your influence was like to me, 1304|Thou star of morning! At the first 1304|Thundered my name aloud! 1304|How your radiance and your golden sheen 1304|Were ======================================== SAMPLE 610 ======================================== 29700|Hark! from those shadowy depths thy voice 29700|Mournfully echoes, "AUTH". 29700|That was the night when from her fane 29700|Mangu Damoneo, her priest, 29700|Sang by moonlight in the glade 29700|Of her garden; but, alas, 29700|Her lovely form was gone. 29700|The night of sudden twilight, 29700|Of sudden funeral, laid 29700|The flowers of her beauty by, 29700|And left her lying dead. 29700|The mourners, with no pity 29700|For that fair maid, who had died 29700|So young and sweetly, they 29700|Drew from the crowded bier. 29700|Now the long twilight mourns 29700|In dark convulsions slow, 29700|The sun, whose brightness, when it climbs 29700|To meditate its last, 29700|Turns the great globe of heaven 29700|To a vast blackness; and the moon, 29700|In the blue distance lost, 29700|Waves her orb all palely pale 29700|O'er earth and ocean's bed, 29700|While, at her last sad funeral, 29700|The waters are still. 29700|"Where, O, where," the poet cries,-- 29700|"Where is she, whom so fair, 29700|So pure a form has laid, 29700|Whose heart was true, and tender, 29700|And soft as summer air!" 29700|Yet there is sorrow in the words; 29700|For in the middle space, 29700|The grave is silent, but the sea 29700|Is louder still than I. 29700|The poets write how fair 29700|She lay in moulded tomb, 29700|A shape of beauty, soft of feature,-- 29700|Yet still she's dead! 29700|I look to distant lands, 29700|Yet still I see her face,-- 29700|How fair she lies in tomb! 29700|And all that Nature left, 29700|Which never came to pass, 29700|Is on her cold dead breast 29700|That cold dead face seems to look, 29700|As if his own it were. 29700|From sea to sea he sailed, 29700|And then upon the shore, 29700|The man-child found his mother's breast, 29700|The mother's bosom bare. 29700|On many a foreign shore, 29700|When sorrowed he passed along, 29700|The deep-embattled ocean cried, 29700|"A bitter heart, I've had!" 29700|The storms and the tempests of his youth 29700|He turned upon himself alone; 29700|And though the storm and the tempest had 29700|Their rage, he had passed with the wind, 29700|With God,--his only sign; 29700|And, ere the cloud of the tempest blew, 29700|His soul was with the world at play. 29700|He looked to the stars, and the stars smiled, 29700|And the moon in the heaven looked; 29700|And, as he looked, he beheld her light, 29700|And all the heaven smiled with him. 29700|When winds and tempests fly, 29700|When floods and fires fail, 29700|As their wake doth meadow and fen, 29700|'Tis the man-child's heart that craves. 29700|And I--I shall be bound, 29700|With the hoary-headed, strong, old, 29700|To earth, and the graves of the dead, 29700|Whose feet are mowed down, as they lie; 29700|And I shall rest my weary head, 29700|In the silence of Eternity, 29700|In the peaceful arms of God. 29700|And the poets of the world, shall say, 29700|That the earth shall welcome the children no more, 29700|For they, the poets, have said it with truth, 29700|The earth was never for man raised above 29700|By angels, as she was by heaven in heaven. 29700|The dead they will not rise when the sun 29700|Gleams and drags on his pinions the dew: 29700|"The spirit ======================================== SAMPLE 620 ======================================== 38566|and of the two main branches of the lyric poets, he is 38566|of the first. This latter is more like a novel, the former 38566|a mere exercise in poetic technique. It is true that some of the 38566|longer poems are only in two or three of the seven acts, 38566|(as 'Cytherea and Amphithoüs', 'Odysseus and the Daughters of Pose 38566|The metre of the whole of the tragedies is at most 38566|two or three distinct feet, two or three acts, or perhaps 38566|no more than one line of one act. But there is always no 38566|clear, distinct point of passage, and the metre may change 38566|after the action has begun, and in doing this the danger of 38566|distinction. As regards Lucan, we might as well look to one of 38566|the last days of the Republic, the 'Ante-ratu' of The Deed 38566|(cl. 27)--'Ad locum triplice trieter hoc sibi sibi dicas, etc. 38566|Præestus huic erat precatus in sæpe Lucania per Bettini 38566|Ergo sæpe diadema'--quoting an asp of the same name as the 38566|antagonist,--'Ad mihi quærent horribilem fratres' being a better 38566|means than the one named 'Hæcam.' And thence we can infer from this 38566|that the 'Ante-ratu' of the other tragic poems was a regular and 38566|accidental epigram of Lucan himself,--the kind of thing which 38566|Sextus in his Annales, 65 says of the poets of A.D. 38566|Mihi sæcula, quærent Hæc morbis, 38566|Nec coelo mutum modo vel fratris 38566|Rara ferus. 38566|If it is right to treat of the tragic poets of a later period, it 38566|should not surprise us that Lucan is so honoured in our day. Already 38566|GREEK, and still more after that, in the days of A.D. 60 and A.D. 38566|Aen. 1. In arid Æolia, where 38566|Herds and wild Aeacidae are found, 38566|Stood a rude temple of stone, 38566|In which the Phrygian was the priest. 38566|A temple in which, at midnight, to pray; 38566|Therein, it was the custom to sit, 38566|And in the silence of the gloom 38566|Ask no questions, lest you should move; 38566|Nor let any doubts disturb your peace. 38566|Here, in the midst of silent peace, 38566|The prophet Orpheus, mute and still, 38566|Was wont at certain hours to call 38566|The starry-dolorous goddesses. 38566|The temple was a work of art; 38566|Its walls were of rough-hewn oak, 38566|And the fair goddesses thereon 38566|Were framed of that hard sappy stone. 38566|And beneath, within the fane, 38566|Fashioned of this same hard sappy stone, 38566|Were statues all of marble white 38566|Of antique or antique mould. 38566|These were, indeed, so much like pictures, 38566|That one would scarcely suppose they were pictures. 38566|The same red colour, too, is evident in the various 38566|artists' figures,--like this statue of Aeneas in a boat 38566|in which is seen, behind a leaning chair, a basket, a wine-jug, 38566|an anvil, and a drinking-are, not unlike pictures of the ten 38566|thirty-first Bœotian scrips from Ionia.--WARTON. 38566|The setting of the figures in their proper position proves 38566|that the sculptor had only been playing with pictures. 38566|Aeolus is here to be accounted for;-- 38566|A figure from the same stone,-- 38566|A statue from the same stone,-- 38566|The setting of the same stone-- 38566|A statue from the same stone,-- 38566| ======================================== SAMPLE 630 ======================================== 8187|Till you think you can hear him laugh it home. 8187|The day that, just now, I saw you, 8187|Was not the last, my dear, 8187|(But _was_ of all days the best!) 8187|Though long ago, and far away, 8187|Those charms, at best, expire. 8187|In her last moment, when she flung 8187|Her former charms away, 8187|(So like the olden Delphic strain, 8187|With "Love, love, more love!") 8187|Her soul looked forth once more,--its ray 8187|Was like the rosy ray 8187|Where Beauty's ray is, no more 8187|It shines but once in all her years; 8187|And when it shines, it shines, my soul! 8187|'Tis thus, in life, Love's ray 8187|Is always and everywhere, 8187|And none but Heaven can prove 8187|Some earthly ray a ray divine. 8187|So many a day is past, 8187|I've seen you in my dreams, 8187|While I have wandered by the way 8187|Of childhood's lost delight,-- 8187|And sometimes, when I've been, alas! 8187|Too proudly idle, 8187|My heart has often been too wild, 8187|And not amused with its play. 8187|But now, to give, at least, a ray 8187|Of that old joy at last, 8187|When youth's soft power alone has power, 8187|And not its all--but still retains 8187|Its all for those it soothes, 8187|I've left the world, love--and you! 8187|In dreams you smiled, my dear, 8187|But now are not to me-- 8187|No more! my soul for evermore 8187|Is in the clouds below. 8187|Come, then, as some young soul, 8187|Who leaves, in sorrow's hour, 8187|A world he loves so well, 8187|His own heart knows not where. 8187|And though his eyes have lost the sight 8187|Of what he left behind, 8187|The sight is not the same but still 8187|Reflects on what it saw.-- 8187|So, come! while yet your heart is warm, 8187|I wish you may forget 8187|The scenes of memory now bereaved you 8187|And live again, the old romance, 8187|Without the sadness.-- 8187|And when you, too, have sunk adrift in Youth, 8187|Like some light sail, your soul, in the dark, 8187|Perhaps, will float to where, at the end of Fate, 8187|You may meet your Love, in some Elysian, 8187|Joyous, immortal still! 8187|If Love's a Lie, then Truth is no Lie. 8187|The Muse in these tender days of yore, 8187|And on those days, I think, of many a song, 8187|Was taught, by one who might have taught you Love. 8187|_The Muse_ _here_ presents, in some moody mood, 8187|A picture of a lover's life: 8187|As sweet as any picture you've seen, 8187|Or _I_ have painted myself, since I knew you; 8187|And yet, when you look it o'er, it seems 8187|Too like a LONGBONE story!-- 8187|The Muse, to whom the LONGBONE tale is copied, 8187|(I think the same I _may_ be,) 8187|Just then, the picture turned upon him, and 8187|He sighing, said--"Oh! 'tis too much like her; 8187|It's much more like myself than any woman." 8187|Then turning to the _voice_ (as sometimes happens, 8187|When people tell a tale like this, 8187|One thinks himself in that tale pictured), 8187|But, by God, 'twas not that voice he heard, 8187|As coming towards him, when he first heard it; 8187|It was some other who told it--'twas he! 8187|"No--'twill never be you, but the tale I've taught, ======================================== SAMPLE 640 ======================================== 28591|With the heart and soul to follow the Right; 28591|And if, in the coming days, my life 28591|Sufficeth evil to God, be sure 28591|I shall be with him, as well as he, 28591|Always, on the road to the goal. 28591|We are not born as the world believes, 28591|To be crushed beneath another's heel; 28591|We do not spring to life unaware 28591|From the eternal strife that's in the vale; 28591|Nor can we, in the coming life, 28591|Be in spirit like the wise and brave, 28591|Whose toil goes unrecounted through time. 28591|But we, for whom, in our youth, our days, 28591|The hand that leads is not empty made; 28591|Its points on life's blunted edge inclineth, 28591|And no man's finger fails to trace it still. 28591|It is not given to one man to know 28591|All things and every thing to know. 28591|No, we must do his work, day by day, 28591|If we must know what's good for us to know. 28591|Then learn to lead in faith the living way; 28591|And you shall find the truth where'er you go. 28591|The man who seeks no more or knoweth not 28591|Where lies the bottom, but will only reach 28591|The utmost, is sure of having reached 28591|The stage of life,--the ultimate goal. 28591|I know not how, nor why, I pass 28591|The gate through which I came to be; 28591|But surely, as Death hath taken breath, 28591|He who has breathed life's last spark, must go. 28591|In this dark life I would not dream 28591|That one dear thought like home-return 28591|Should enter on my throbbing brain, 28591|To teach me, as I gaze around, 28591|I do not fear to dwell awhile; 28591|I do not fear to die, nor dread 28591|Some awful thing that I may see, 28591|But rather an all-beholding Love 28591|That has no fear but Love to be. 28591|I cannot wait; I must away, 28591|Or leave the scene and leave the day; 28591|Fancy the sun, with his great ray, 28591|Can make these sad, alone spheres dance. 28591|Ah, when there comes a swiftening time 28591|And every hope declines in doom-- 28591|I think of what I might resign, 28591|In that familiar face of mine. 28591|The moment is come, and I must go, 28591|When all the little ones shall know 28591|That I am waiting for a true 28591|And loyal Heart to guard them all. 28591|O Life--a vision too divine 28591|For man's frail mortal soul to take: 28591|Could he, with a like intent, 28591|With His own hand set up to die, 28591|How sweet it would have been to meet 28591|In some Elysian land of Peace! 28591|O Faith! That from the Eternal mind 28591|Soulless and pure can rise above 28591|The passions that this lowly lot 28591|Make ever fraught with strife and fear. 28591|Yet, when the fainting heart lays down 28591|Its slothful arm and weak desires, 28591|Its longings vain and feebleness, 28591|How sweet to take this hand, and draw 28591|The penitent heart, as from a fountain, 28591|And with the river meet. 28591|Then Love shines forth and all delight, 28591|And hope--but how divine to share! 28591|And all things--for to us 'tis given 28591|To love and to strive! 28591|Let it be yours to sit and ponder 28591|Life's lessons through--not those of bliss, 28591|Nor those of Duty; one goal, 28591|The goal of manhood and of man, 28591|Must be the goal of Love. 28591|It was a summer night, 28591|A summer night, a June night; 28591|A party of old friends 28591|From when they ======================================== SAMPLE 650 ======================================== 19226|"No, do not cry, my darlings, leave me to my work; 19226|'Tis a dull day; and you may have thought it so 19226|Since on your faces you so often have looked, 19226|And look so sadly--somewhat so bitterly-- 19226|For all this time. I'm sorry, Mary Ann, 19226|I have not told you, if indeed I do not know-- 19226|And what, poor soul, _do_ you care for me, Mary Ann? 19226|"I think you are too little for this work; 19226|And that I've known the truth--you know I do-- 19226|And, oh, poor baby! I've had the honour 19226|To see how faithfully you're being fed 19226|While, as for me, I'm so small, Mary Ann! 19226|"And I must have a word with you about it. 19226|Let me alone, now that your mother's gone 19226|And left her, little Mary Ann, to look 19226|For you on the wide road? You've had your play 19226|With this old tattered jacket, you can't refuse;-- 19226|I wonder you have not thought of that fee?" 19226|And Mary Ann look'd--how small she looked! 19226|But, with a smile--a smile which might have been 19226|An answer to her mother's suit--she said, 19226|"I'll look for it somewhere else. It is not 19226|Afitting that you should be so small as to look 19226|So wistfully in the face; and I am glad, 19226|For I would have said, I had forgotten it; 19226|But no! you are always looking out for me, 19226|And Mary Ann's not there, always waiting for me. 19226|"Do not make such a noise," she said, "at last! 19226|I will not hear you muttering, Mary Ann!" 19226|I am growing quite old-fashioned, I am sure, 19226|Not with your words, your pranks, your tricks at all, 19226|Or anything like that; and indeed, I find 19226|That you are often quite untrue; and when 19226|I say so, I do mean it. 19226|You know, I know, 19226|You think your little airs 19226|Are only natural, and so very much 19226|Like little children, that you must think me so; 19226|Which is it is. I never used to think so, 19226|But I must own I often seem to you things 19226|That I am now, though not the same, as you. 19226|And so 19226|I put you up against the clock tower and 19226|I knock at the cellar door; and there, as you 19226|Look round, you see that our dear grandmother 19226|Has just passed out of life, but you have seen 19226|Her pretty pictures, and have her in mind, 19226|And then you can hardly wait to see her go, 19226|And bid you adieu; although you do not mind her 19226|As much as when she is gone, for, Mary Ann, 19226|There is no greater loss than, being loved like you. 19226|There were four Kings into the East, 19226|They rode to find the Holy Grail; 19226|And after many an evil night, 19226|One dawned on the true result: 19226|They found a vacant space above 19226|The Holy Grail, and there they beat 19226|Their knights and squires into a trance 19226|And showed them what they fancied. 19226|Kings and squires, that were as bold as they, 19226|Came up behind and found a bug; 19226|With a sweep of the sword they broke his head, 19226|And his skull and bones together. 19226|O what are the Kings and squires to us, 19226|When the true result awaits us all! 19226|--Let King and squire be merry thus, 19226|Happy, for life's a sabbath dream-- 19226|God make us men in all the ways 19226|That we can build and work and dream. 19226|Lord, teach us to find where and what 19226|The things we used to ======================================== SAMPLE 660 ======================================== 1020|And they thought he'd found what they'd been looking for. 1020|"If you're all right there in the corner," he croaked, "I reckon 1020|We may be able to make things right with you. 1020|But I'm not in a mood for nonsense like this 1020|I'll go for a walk before we get going, 1020|And I hope that when I get back, all right-headed, 1020|I'll find you sitting up very nicely." 1020|He came back with a bundle and the old grey mare, 1020|That was bred by the first-class breeders when they started; 1020|And he folded and opened it, and he put it in his bag. 1020|"Here! take this thing, and see if you can feel it." 1020|He took it from the corner of his bag, and looked. 1020|"Yes! you can feel it, no doubt, and I can feel it, too. 1020|It is the thing. How cold it is, and how much so! 1020|That's the first thing of all the things in the corner, 1020|And it's the same with every other corner. 1020|And the saddle has a little swell that I cannot bear, 1020|Or else I should never go riding with the others. 1020|This thing is something I like when I ride with the others, 1020|And when I have had my fill of riding, I go out and ride 1020|And the old grey mare is riding right here on my back." 1020|The horses leaped and jumped, and the horse with the smile 1020|Was the very last thing on earth they took one look on. 1020|With a shout, the rider put on the stick up in his hand, 1020|And "Pitch in, boys and girls, and keep moving," he said. 1020|"That's the point, and it never makes any more fuss. 1020|Look at my face!" he whispered into his horse's mouth. 1020|"I don't like any of these women at all. 1020|A man, and a cook, and his own wife still in between, 1020|He's the last thing I want to die of. I like their taste. 1020|He doesn't know any better, and he's only scared 1020|Of the horse. He should have ridden like the others." 1020|The women leaped with the horses, and the men were gone, 1020|And a grey man stood over where the men had gone. 1020|He made no sign, but held his own like any fool, 1020|Not thinking about the women or the horses. 1020|But he looked, and he looked, and he looked, 1020|Over the grass until his eyes 1020|Sealed upon a little white house 1020|And then, like one in a dream, he crept 1020|Through a long winded, long-turned door. 1020|In was a young man on the kitchen table, 1020|Who was not a woman, 1020|But rather longer than the rest, 1020|A woman, long-wise, 1020|And who wore a long veil. 1020|She wore dark grey, flowing curls, 1020|And on her face were tender eyes 1020|That shone like stars. 1020|There was a ring on each foot, 1020|She wore a scarf of lace, and a long coat furled. 1020|She wore three black satins in her hair, 1020|And no pale gold jewellery against her wrist. 1020|The little woman with the veil had come 1020|And she was pale-green. 1020|She was not a man, she was not a woman, 1020|She seemed like a child of the night. 1020|It was dark with the moon behind the thick pine trees. 1020|She was not a woman, she was not a child, 1020|She had a soul like one in a prayer 1020|And the whole world seemed beautiful to her eyes. 1020|And she walked to and fro in her long scarf coat, 1020|And her long veil did not hide her eyes. 1020|Her white scarf in the cold, white wind. 1020|She was not a woman, she was not a child, 1020|She had a soul like one in a prayer ======================================== SAMPLE 670 ======================================== 36773|But not with the first men of Greece; 36773|Not so much the Greek itself 36773|As what this Greek gave and took from him 36773|His power to change what the past had been. 36773|The past he made more perfect than it was; 36773|Not for the beauty of the things, 36773|Not for the new things it is, and strange; 36773|But for an inner sense and power, 36773|The force of a spirit to penetrate 36773|Truly into Nature; the power of Nature's mind. 36773|But these are, in spite of words, a vain, 36773|A futile spectacle! 36773|For what were all 36773|But scenes of dream 36773|And scenes of glass, 36773|Till that which best is is at last all? 36773|The image of the true? 36773|Not this, as of old; not this, as of old 36773|When, leaning on his pike the Spartan king 36773|Spoke to his multitude like one man alone. 36773|Nor is it so with me; since naught can prove 36773|My nature's image; all I feel is known 36773|And knows what it is: the image of man; 36773|The body; the sense; the mind; the will; the blood; 36773|And so goes ever on to the dark heart of things. 36773|But this image, as the great natural bulk 36773|Of all the world, and the universal frame 36773|And home of all things, is a wordless sound, 36773|A little, but a strong one, heard and seen 36773|In the unspeakable calm of the supreme; 36773|That, like one man's word of it, "A little more." 36773|The soul shall know 36773|How, like the world of things, 36773|And like the thoughts, 36773|Like these our thoughts, our thoughts are many, 36773|Like the world of things, 36773|And like the sounds, 36773|Sounds of life heard and unseen, 36773|Like the world of sounds, 36773|Sounds of thought and thought, they are the same! 36773|Though what we think is like all things, like we, 36773|Though we be like one thing, not like all. 36773|This is the meaning of life. 36773|For each is like to him, like all; 36773|Though all like him are like to him, not all. 36773|Not like, but like how, and with these two 36773|The earth is like most in the sense of being strong, 36773|The rocks and the sky, sea and shore, 36773|And air and water, and all things like to blood. 36773|_With many a rose for the dead_ 36773|_Is laid the flower of mine._ 36773|_The flowers, the rose, the sea, the air, the water, the land._ 36773|'For we are the pictures of our lives, and our ways 36773|Make up a universe. 36773|'We live life out in the open, 36773|And leave the rest 36773|To fancy._ 36773|_The mind-for-life of the sea._ 36773|'The mind-for-life of the sea 36773|Takes place for us, for us 36773|The little seas, the little woods, 36773|The little leaves, and the little birds, 36773|The little fishes, the little things that live 36773|The round world over, 36773|And love us with its love of the things we see; 36773|And the mind-for-life of the sea 36773|Is our outward life, 36773|And we would leave it undone, undone, 36773|Right, by ourselves, 36773|For any one to do it for us, 36773|Without any help, 36773|For any one to bear such pain, 36773|That we could never be content, 36773|For any one to stay, 36773|As we have been, 36773|And go on being, and on being.' 36773|So he sings of the soul, 36773|And the music that he sings 36773|Makes a little song, 36773|A dream of a little song, 36773|That the ======================================== SAMPLE 680 ======================================== 1727|the city that I know about. They all did this, and I will go home 1727|and fetch a ship and bring you off with me. I'll make you an 1727|offer you, and you can make no objection. We'll exchange 1727|money if you'll exchange life if you will accept the offer." 1727|As he spoke Eurylochus threw his hands of gold over his head and 1727|smiled. He felt as if he would cry if he had heard right what 1727|The old man was overjoyed when he saw him, and said: 1727|"Eurylochus son of Damastor, I have got you to my mind, 1727|but I'm afraid that you have made some rash and rash suppositions 1727|before I made your suit. I am afraid that you've set your heart 1727|on it and not on your horse's worth. Go home to bed and try 1727|to wake up; for if you don't do so immediately it will 1727|be hard on you, if not quite impossible. You'll get the better of 1727|Me when I am better able to help you." 1727|And Eurylochus went on his way quite quietly, for he was 1727|still dreaming. The night came on as it would have came 1727|had he not taken his breakfast first--the meat and bread, and then 1727|he mixed his wine and went back to bed; his mother, of course, 1727|thought just the same and asked him to come and see her as often 1727|as possible; she and her daughter, however, only wished to talk 1727|about meat and drinking, and would have been glad to talk with 1727|Eurylochus on the latter's return from the voyage, but he was 1727|afraid that his mother would be angry if he came too. 1727|Thus did the suitors keep the suitors in their house forever, 1727|but they could not eat bread and wine in their palace any more. 1727|When the child of morning, rosy-fingered Dawn, appeared, her 1727|white wings scattered her yellow dust, and she raised her rosy 1727|feet from off the ground--then her lovely nose went up into the 1727|sky, and she was pleased in her own sweet way. The others all 1727|did as she had done, and ate and drank, and all seemed set 1727|for good. Eurylochus was the first to rise, and went into the 1727|pavilion and sat down on the bed; his white wings took the place 1727|of a gilded apron that he wore. 1727|"My son," she said, "what does this spectacle mean? I feel 1727|like going to town to see if you could tell me the plain story 1727|why you and my people are so angry. Have you nothing 1727|to say for your wife who has been such a dreadful person? I 1727|think I can tell you the plain reason why--I am the daughter 1727|of a chief that is a landowner called Aegistebros. I am 1727|not the lady's mother, and do not much care for my father's 1727|house, but I would not have you keep us in any longer. You 1727|are young and handsome enough, and if ever I am married it will 1727|be better for you as well. Aegistebros, though he may be a 1727|pretty man, has still a generous mind that will not suffer his 1727|people to be wronged; when people see a man taking what 1727|they can't help him, and it is no fault of his own, they 1727|greedily demand whatever he can give and are as much as 1727|they dare for anyone, it being the custom among the people. 1727|It is not all Aegistebros's fault. He sees that Aegisthus is a 1727|good king and is being badly treated. He finds out about it, 1727|and sends a fleet against him." 1727|Ulysses answered, "I will tell you something else, child. I 1727|have the ships prepared to sail over the hills if you desire to 1727|have them ready and set about it while you are still 1727|in your own house. We will send you a servant to keep a lookout 1727|for any signs ======================================== SAMPLE 690 ======================================== 12286|His heart still with unspent vigour burning, 12286|Forgetful of the busy day-work done, 12286|Yet conscious still of his own love's desire, 12286|Hopes and fears his own bright star could not miss, 12286|And as he went, with each word and step, 12286|With love and faith and hope, he took his way. 12286|'Mong men and things there's one common bond, 12286|The hearts of men are weak and their own weak things: 12286|'If man's weak, God's strong--God's weak is more than man; 12286|Man's weak is man's own weakness--God's strength is more than man; 12286|And who but thou art weak and weak and fears to dare, 12286|To do, to be, to have--to breathe, to breathe or feel, 12286|Where even weakness fears to find the noble ground? 12286|And where but thou art brave, and brave and brave, man lives-- 12286|Yet thou art only brave in the past. 12286|'All things are strong in thy pure power and strength; 12286|Oft will they stand in thy great heart's conflict, 12286|For man, to man, thou dost all things suit. 12286|And where but thou art strong and weak and brave, man lives; 12286|Yet strong he is, and brave, and thou dost all things suit. 12286|And where but thou art strong and weak and true, and brave, 12286|And where but thou art fair and fair and true, 12286|And where but thou art fair, and where but thou art fair-- 12286|'For that thou art not fair has made man weak. 12286|Why dost thou fade from eyes that knew thee so? 12286|Why wilt thou hide from memory's gaze? 12286|Why wilt thou turn from memory's light? 12286|For never beauty lives who does not meet 12286|With beauty's mirror, and her soul reflects it. 12286|'Fade not, O fountains--but endure, endure, 12286|For they can answer when thy echoes cry: 12286|They are thy heart, and all the echoes are 12286|A true heart in thee, and all thy echoes true. 12286|'There's a clear voice is heard, and sweetly sweet 12286|Is the strain heard there, 'tis not heard in thee. 12286|'The clouds are still the while they silently 12286|Sway and bend to the music of thy lyre; 12286|But their soft eyes cannot answer, nor their sighs, 12286|Though their feet they sway and dance in a round; 12286|And the voice of their choral song is faint and faint. 12286|'Where the silver river flows and flows 12286|From an isle of calm rest to a world of snow; 12286|Then all is still, except the river that weeps 12286|At the dying tide 'mid the bogs of the lagoon. 12286|'The blue-jays, the blue-jays, the blue-jays, he 12286|Swings to and fro, and they sing thee his requiem: 12286|Yet they say that no man is sprung of the root-- 12286|Of the root is man, and man's voice is the seed. 12286|'The nightingale sings as thou art dying-- 12286|But she cannot call thee her Love, the young. 12286|Thou wert drifting in her song's bright misty lake; 12286|But she is mute in the dark of the forest-trees 12286|Whose branches are shaking with the tempest's roar. 12286|'But the song of thy life was clear and tender, 12286|When in thy heart it mingled with her joy; 12286|And it is lost in the mist now that thou art slain 12286|By a false lover's fond and foolish kiss!' 12286|And the Queen, in answer to the words of her lord, 12286|Was all of a sudden silent--for the cry 12286|Of a young child pierced the stillness absolute. 12286|Weeping Queen and dying child--this cry 12286|Comes from somewhere--what is it that rings 12286|In the heart of this poor mournful Queen? 12286|And when did that voice?-- ======================================== SAMPLE 700 ======================================== 38520|'Tis true he never had been kind as this; 38520|He'd only wanted _this_; 'twas all the thing; 38520|But he'd been just as fond as one of us, 38520|In childhood, to do what we did hate. 38520|And after this, to make a smile work, 38520|He'd never let me read the book of Ode 38520|(And _that_ was only the first thing she 38520|Had told him). So, _this_ our love had grown. 38520|But now _that_ was o'er; he found he had miss'd 38520|The key of happiness that held the door; 38520|The whole world's keys were all the more dear 38520|Because of the one few, long yearling things 38520|That now were his--books, and even his eyes, 38520|His face, his words. Then on two things he found 38520|That could not be to his dear eyes made dear-- 38520|A thousand thousand reasons why should be. 38520|Then some one must come and tell him all. 38520|At least, you see, my dear, when he was struck 38520|With the fatal blow of love, the fault was his, 38520|But--you had better send him up for a crown. 38520|When he could give no answer for one riddle, 38520|They sent another, and another, and another, 38520|Waiting in a dither for _Icilius_. 38520|'T was some one's wish--'t was all he had to say-- 38520|We never will learn 't to anything but her, 38520|And when she died, and when she moved away 38520|Into some foreign country, would you think 38520|We'd miss her? I've heard our house-lady say 38520|They sent her away and _will_ never send 38520|Oblivion o'er their own soft, earthly turf, 38520|Unless she send it all back into God, 38520|Which God once more would send you, and you know 38520|That if it came--and never has come--from start 38520|To end as you say--all things would seem 38520|Too dull and heavy--so you could not come, 38520|And leave life's last great breath here on earth, 38520|In heavy, heavy, heavy sadness, I say. 38520|But though he'd have his sweet time as 't should, 38520|It was his will he kept, or rather us 38520|(For I have had him since he was born), 38520|As I have had him and never knew. 38520|We did not have to wait another 38520|Till Death took hold of this poor fellow 38520|And made him so much ours from start to finish; 38520|And when he died,--in all my life's great need, 38520|And in a kind of sickly, last great prayer, 38520|Where I felt I could have died the other, 38520|I gave that little soul a soul of my, 38520|And gave him back his _first_, his _only_-- 38520|I made it so much mine that I believe 38520|The one was very much the other. 38520|My dear, 38520|I would not change my place there with you, 38520|But rather should your dear little friend, 38520|The girl who died for you, have place with you! 38520|If my dear boy could see your face to-night-- 38520|You are so lovely and so kind; 38520|His little eyes should look at you, 38520|Like them who used to meet and part 38520|To take a ride; it would be then 38520|A glorious sight! 38520|But Death will take all for some poor child 38520|The man who loved to play and sing; 38520|But he would live on like a lowly brook 38520|Where none but angels could roam 38520|(Though you are gone) 38520|And in his happy room that looks over 38520|The hills where he was never known 38520|A thing so fair! 38520|No mortal can have half your bliss, 38520|Nor I so many a heart-beat yield, 38520|As I did when it was ======================================== SAMPLE 710 ======================================== 1304|When you will be come? 1304|I will to-night 1304|With you go; 1304|And the fire on the hearth will give you a flame 1304|For my head: 1304|And while we to bed each put our crowns 1304|For a crown, 1304|We'll hold vows of thanks, and be no more wed, 1304|Since we've been. 1304|The moon looks so white, 1304|I shall go there 1304|The while you would to-night. 1304|The moon looking so white 1304|Will show to me 1304|To-morrow where you would be: 1304|Therefore while I say, to-night 1304|To-morrow let me go! 1304|My lute, my lute! 1304|Sing I am fed, fed! 1304|The maids will laugh at such a folly, 1304|For 'tis no maiden's lute: 1304|If there's aught of beauty in my song, 1304|'Twill be the smile of it. 1304|My lute, my lute! 1304|I'll sing so loud, so loudly, loudly, 1304|That I may make the birds afraid, 1304|For I'm no maiden, but a soldier 1304|Whose lute can't sing right. 1304|My lute, my lute! 1304|Sing I shall grow strong, grow strong, grow stronger, 1304|Until my soul shall be nothing-- 1304|And the moon, of course, will look at me 1304|With a kind of look of woe. 1304|My lute, my lute! 1304|Let go, let go, 1304|And I shall find my way out; 1304|Let go, let go, 1304|For life is so full of grief. 1304|I will be drunk till I'm blue in the face, 1304|That nobody in church shall recognise me, 1304|But you may look in my face and say, "He is." 1304|My lute, my lute! 1304|Sing I have no tongue, no tongue can sing me; 1304|But I'll sing you a song in the cadence of time, 1304|Until my heart will beat of its love of you: 1304|Until my heart will glow for your sake, 1304|And my blood shall burn in your sight. 1304|My lute, my lute! 1304|It may be true, but say not it; 1304|For what is life but a fleeting breath? 1304|And what is death but a fleeting death? 1304|And nothing both of these can be. 1304|My lute, my lute! 1304|It is no marvel then 1304|That I to her must fall; 1304|'Tis a wonder none but she 1304|Cannot be love's askew. 1304|My lute, my lute! 1304|I would she were a goddess 1304|All naked as the soul, 1304|With but my lute for witness 1304|That love is death and death is love. 1304|My lute, my lute! 1304|I must be bold, I must; 1304|She will be proud: but how shall I be bold? 1304|Her eyes that glisten with fire, 1304|And her lips that blush so red, 1304|Will be fain to hide their tears. 1304|But I'll play upon my lute 1304|Like a young bird upon the string; 1304|And ere she hide her face in shame, 1304|I'll strike the harp of death, 1304|And so strike root of her disgrace. 1304|My lute, my lute! 1304|Sailing through ether, with me, Mary, 1304|A-sailing on the sea of soul, 1304|Our little song through space doth roll 1304|In measure ever'er it goes; 1304|And things that seem so little to us, 1304|Become to us the heavens above. 1304|The earth is shamed because of us, 1304|And heaven is shamed because of them, 1304|When 'tis vain to be both at ======================================== SAMPLE 720 ======================================== 18238|The great and the small, 18238|The blacksmith and the blackbird, 18238|All sat in the garden in a group, 18238|One after other, 18238|As each another 18238|Filled with unheeding pride and pity, 18238|This simple message 18238|For the little girl-elf from the apple-tree. 18238|Said the blacksmith, "Little maiden, 18238|If ever you smiled on me, 18238|I saw the love within you, 18238|I heard the music you made. 18238|Little maiden, could you tell us 18238|Just how it was, how it was? 18238|O, you little, unhappy, lonely, 18238|Little maiden! 18238|Did you never think of me, 18238|Did you never think of me? 18238|Little girl with the hazel eyes, 18238|Hearken to me! hearken, 18238|Hearken to me, my darling! 18238|I longed to hold you, darling, 18238|But you are far away. 18238|"O, where is my little sister, 18238|And where is my Aspasia? 18238|And where is my little brother, 18238|And where are the others? 18238|And where is the long-lost mother 18238|That nursed us when we were babies? 18238|And where is my father?" 18238|And the little girl-elf answered, 18238|I can tell you all about it, 18238|And I can tell you all about it! 18238|For I heard the little blacksmith 18238|Rushing down the hill, 18238|And I saw the red-haired mother, 18238|And my father's cottage gate, 18238|And I cried to him again, 18238|Calling out, 'Hazel-boots!' 18238|But he only came in his sack 18238|And carried me to bed. 18238|When the mother from the apple-tree 18238|Saw the little girl-elf run, 18238|And ran and tripped and tripped, 18238|She kissed her and embraced her, 18238|And then fell to the ground. 18238|So it's over here, over there, 18238|Under the bridge, under the tree! 18238|But where is that dear little sister? 18238|And where is your Aspasia, 18238|Where is the other four-year-old 18238|And what are they all about? 18238|Over the hills and away! 18238|Under the bridge, under the tree. 18238|I was down below, I was down below, 18238|Bearing off with a jolly good will, 18238|Though my heart was a-going south. 18238|But I couldn't keep much longer, 18238|For I heard a shout above, 18238|And I looked and saw three handsome fellows 18238|Coming down the street. 18238|So I followed after them, 18238|Till I heard their happy song, 18238|And they carried me safe to land. 18238|And they told me it was fine, 18238|That their ship was moored safe 18238|Outside the town of Vale of Tintley. 18238|But it made me very happy, 18238|For I always hear the little song 18238|And I always see the men. 18238|Here is the very nice young lady, 18238|As pretty a young lady as ever 18238|Was ever wriggled out of a book; 18238|And here is the little son, 18238|With his mother's eyes and hair and eyes. 18238|And the lovely young children, 18238|With their pretty lips and teeth; 18238|And the young lasses who are half naked, 18238|And the young lasses who are half hot; 18238|And the young lasses, in their cambric, 18238|With their petticoats and slippers; and 18238|The young lasses in their ribbons; and 18238|The young lasses with their lacy bloomy locks, 18238|Or, if there aren't any such things now, 18238|All their feet are beautiful with rings. 18238|Here is the very nice young lady, ======================================== SAMPLE 730 ======================================== 1279|Maun be my fate, I trow, 1279|Thou luik'st the deil's a lucky loon. 1279|And yet the sair ye're aye a tenant here, 1279|And aye thou'st found the heart I vouch for: 1279|And thooase I dinna care a whistle, 1279|For a' thooase hae done wi' me. 1279|Thou like'st a kye, for he likes a han'; 1279|Thou like'st a lass, for she likes a king; 1279|Thou like'st a loun, for he likes a frien'; 1279|Thou like'st a man, for he likes a toun. 1279|Ah, my boy, wilt thou no tarry in the town? 1279|Ah, my lad, wilt thou no tarry in the town? 1279|For of a' the boys that tak their station here 1279|Thou art the only honest man I want! 1279|And then, auld Lang Syne owes its attaint 1279|To meet wi' a loof in Lang Court's mouth: 1279|And there's Hughie Gage, sae braw an' sae sleek, 1279|Gaws ye nought today whilk he a-walt needs. 1279|Ye've heard the story. Now a' you 're set, 1279|I'm blythe, and just what I recommend. 1279|Here lies a' our kitties, Hughie, an' the rest: 1279|An' e'en their stools ain't grinnin' half mad, 1279|For a' their dainties, an' a' their sweets, 1279|Nae mair they look sae fameless; 1279|But a' the kitties look just as sweet, 1279|As ever set eyes on a man. 1279|The last picture they hae left them yestreen, 1279|They gat a glimpse o' their love-lake yestreen: 1279|For it was a' to see their delighting! 1279|But a' be'ind them was the tithermost. 1279|An' ay the sauts, at e'ening, did tell them 1279|That they were going to ruin frae day to day; 1279|Till their sauns were spent, an' the auld carlins, 1279|They started to seek for auld clothes. 1279|Weep not for me, dear, 1279|Who in this world am made, 1279|But love me mair, 1279|And pity me. 1279|And pity the poor, 1279|Poor creatures! 1279|But the rich man's is a mighty fine estate. 1279|To his poor creature all things add, 1279|But be, thou poor man, aware 1279|That what they call the poor are the exploiters. 1279|What does the rich man care for the poor, 1279|Or their state or condition? 1279|He knows that an honest heart 1279|Is worth a thousand sounds. 1279|He can tell, 1279|Safer taking than giving; 1279|Because, when all things are as they ought to be, 1279|They seem but too happy for affliction. 1279|Oh, woe to poor people! Oh, woe to them that are 1279|With their mither, and their sister, and their little son, 1279|(The boys have got) 1279|And their mother, 1279|And the sister they love best! 1279|That they should, when they die, be left to go to hell, 1279|With their sins and sorrows to be unclean! 1279|It brings tears after thee, poor sinners, 1279|And thy father's, with his burden of sin, 1279|And every brother's, the sad pang. 1279|If thou can'st smile, 1279|That we may 1279|Give thee, to all sinners, a grateful mind 1279|With a hearty laugh. 1279|To the pore born man 1279|Danger, should be, 1279|But a poor advice will bring a death, 1279|If he heed it not. 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 740 ======================================== 19385|While his auld foot beats thae ances, 19385|Ah! daur ye bee at the auld bar? 19385|Ah! daur ye bee at the auld bar?, 19385|An' if ye have ten min'us ances, 19385|Daur ye be at the auld bar? 19385|There's a cauld, dingy bar, 19385|An' ae blythe young lady 19385|Was a' in his auld house, 19385|He had a fondness for her, 19385|She was his auld ha'." 19385|"I am a king o' the Irish clover, 19385|An' nae sic clogs o' gowlds I ken; 19385|But, whisht! I'm wae to hear men bleedin' 19385|At my reign o' the Irish clover, 19385|An' to see women's looves like wee diz, 19385|When the land that I rule is the land o' clover! 19385|I hae a wife an' a daughter fu' o' age, 19385|She lives down in the clover ha'-- 19385|The land that I rule is the land o' clover." 19385|Oh, I was sae blest to leave the play, 19385|That, like a ghaist, rusts awa! 19385|On a windy hill, I heard the snowdrift sweep, 19385|But, oh! how gleyerfu' it was to die! 19385|I set me down upon the heather, where 19385|I heard the wild bee as it swarm; 19385|While the linties all were on me blithe and bonny, 19385|In a bonnie ring I lay. 19385|I slept the sleep that fyfu' the night end, 19385|I thought that I was left alone, 19385|But in a swoon I see the light is glint, 19385|I saw the light was west. 19385|My gowld was yellow, my heart was saft, 19385|My hopes o' long ago were fled-- 19385|But lo! ilk bird's sweet singing on, 19385|I heard it far and near. 19385|I think upon my past, the while I'm casting 19385|Ae thought o' Heaven above me, yet 19385|I'm ever glad to be gane!-- 19385|The land that I rule is the land o' clover! 19385|'Tis a saft breeze that gies me a kiss-- 19385|'Tis a saft, fresh caftinge on my love, 19385|That waves upon my face, 19385|As gladness I do kiss, and he kiss me, 19385|Though he be sae slow. 19385|I canna get used to a kiss from your lips, 19385|But I'm wae to think that I'm blest, 19385|Whar the winds are blowing, and the rain's in bar; 19385|That they may be a-kissin' and a-kissin' at the same. 19385|The gowan-stalks grew high in the heather, 19385|The kye lay snug in their beds; 19385|And ne'er in the days o' our childhood 19385|Were we wint o' such joy; 19385|For, as life and its pleasures might come annee, 19385|So we fain was we to lie where the heather lay. 19385|Then he leaned o'er the heugh, and he laughed a hearty laugh, 19385|And the kye looked aghast, and the deil look'd asker anither, 19385|For their heads were sune to change. 19385|But the gowan-stalks they turn'd in the air, 19385|And the kye wad sieve awa', 19385|For, like a saut bird, O, saut were the tears 19385|That we shed as we fain had we seen, a wild bee on, 19385|But what could be a bee on! 19385|And sair, sae we sieve awa! 19385|And sair, sae we sieve awa! 19385|And we fain would lie where the heather lies, close ======================================== SAMPLE 750 ======================================== 4696|For you--and so for you? 4696|So that not only you, but all 4696|The souls in the deep dark sea 4696|Were waiting for the day?... 4696|What do you fear?--To save the past, 4696|Or to destroy it? 4696|Why--to save the past is folly, 4696|And to destroy the future. 4696|When the stars grow dim, and the skies, 4696|As with a blackened lid, 4696|Turn to a pitch that only Death 4696|Sees, why then,--if Death be good, 4696|Why--if--we--can--leave--the--past--behind! 4696|One thought--that I may not forget-- 4696|But, having once beheld, 4696|All else must die, or leave--the--past--behind! 4696|In the twilight of summer daylight and of the 4696|unfortunate silence, 4696|When the voice of the stars was alight 4696|It was stillness, the spirit said-- 4696|It was silence--of my life! 4696|It was stillness, the spirit said-- 4696|It was silence--for the grave! 4696|In the shadow, when evening's light 4696|Was passing along the sky 4696|It was silence--that life's most beauteous 4696|And brightest moment still:-- 4696|It was silence, that first night,-- 4696|When the heart, in its utmost bloom, 4696|In deepest dreamless bliss, 4696|Groped through the shadows--its last, 4696|The last hour of its days. 4696|In the twilight of summer daylight and of the 4696|unfortunate silence-- 4696|When the voice of the stars was alight 4696|It was stillness--the spirit said-- 4696|"It is silence-- for the grave!" 4696|It was stillness, the spirit said-- 4696|"It is silence"--for the grave!" 4696|What will I say, 4696|When the last sweet breath 4696|Is breathed, and in death 4696|The last sweet breath 4696|Is shed?--What do I say, 4696|When the great souls, 4696|That have loved a land, 4696|Are by an anchor cast 4696|In some unknown bay?-- 4696|What do I say, when round my heart 4696|They call me 4696|"Sleep not, friend, 4696|When they lay anchor!" 4696|What, if this verse be but the last!-- 4696|Then, if I say 4696|In the silence above, 4696|And the last sweet breath, 4696|Let them keep, 4696|Even as I, the memory of my friend. 4696|What, if the last sweet breath, 4696|The last sweet breath, 4696|Be but his last, the last sweet breath 4696|Of a land where he is not? 4696|Then,--let the same, if he should die, 4696|Keep his memory. The thought was fair, 4696|The words were sweet, and yet 4696|For all his life, the ghost must be. 4696|And now, where is my friend? Not where 4696|It ought to be, in the deep heart's glee 4696|Of children, laughing down on the bay. 4696|In the sea-caves and on the rocks his sleep 4696|Of darkness he laid down and dreamed: 4696|He was not sad nor cold, nor blind, 4696|The man I loved lay dying in his sleep. 4696|I called him to me,--I called with tears,-- 4696|I heard him sigh, and the call was lost. 4696|I lay and heard the waves that beat 4696|The side where he lay panting and bare, 4696|The beatings of the waves on his limbs, 4696|The sound the wind brought along the plains. 4696|The mist of his dreams rolled through the hills 4696|And down the valleys; and now far away 4696|It seemed a voice came and touched my ear, 4696|And said, "Sleep,--and forget to arise!" 4696|I ======================================== SAMPLE 760 ======================================== 615|From every kind of danger, and shall hold 615|Himself secure, so long as he is deemed 615|To be the King of Hebrus' realm, and dight 615|With the rank of monarchs, and the power 615|In aught. Such was his wont, when he to arms 615|Conquest of Hebrus made, that in his pride 615|He did not in his foes this champion take, 615|But, as it chanced, who was that chapman strong. 615|But, when he saw him come, in his dismay 615|The sceptre of his empire to restore; 615|He, without delay and in his own view, 615|Took heed, what well he ought to do, and where 615|His best and greatest might was or should be placed. 615|He, not unmarkably minded, had left, 615|As one who would a thousand things perform, 615|What all the gods had made for his desire, 615|And from the tyrant now the monarch took, 615|Albeit he deemed the warrior's task short-lived, 615|That he might win the kingdom. 'Twere long to tell 615|How this was done, nor here my story falls. 615|For that which now I tell shall (says I) none 615|Deserve to live without a subject-lead. 615|"So fair the warrior, that he well might claim 615|Mild leader of the rest, and would be famed. 615|He to the monarch, as the course was set, 615|Prayed him to spare the damsel's life, and sent 615|In his return, a herald, who conveyed, 615|In fair garments, on a palfrey borne by course, 615|A gallant cavalier, and by his side 615|The herald, whose good name he knew, to bear. 615|"This herald, as a sentinel he comes, 615|In the return of the returner, sends 615|To be behind the warrior, and himself 615|Towards the duke should take his course, nor need 615|That he should evermore appear, again. 615|And that the king may know the way to go, 615|And hear a messenger his steps attend, 615|He said (what might he not in this concealed?) 615|So that in place of him the warrior knew, 615|This message bore to Arachne's mind; which there, 615|When read, her mind would quickly take possession; 615|And she would give her secret in her breast, 615|And make her own what he should bear to hear. 615|"But to his wish (the messenger now told) 615|That for the next few days were promised, went 615|His way, and gave the message in demand: 615|'Tis that will do, by God, thou shalt possess 615|The mighty things which I, who most am famed, 615|May well forebode; yet which I only know. 615|And if the thing which I can but relate, 615|Thou wilt in honour from this have my thanks.' 615|"He in return from some far distant shore 615|Injouries shall perform, and with the aid 615|Of this chivalry, on this side or on that, 615|Will go and fetch from yonder city where 615|They wait for thee; for he, where'er they be, 615|Will give thee, not aught, but what he would." 615|The messenger was silent, for more speed 615|Would have made him, yet for more renown, 615|Than his had been the delay, as I think, 615|By which, with such the promise of the maid, 615|In all his voyage and his wayfarery, 615|He for her sake had waited. So the peer 615|Arrived upon his journey's end, and went 615|To find the messenger, and learn what said 615|Unto his ears, and from what mouth who spoke. 615|He, though without the city, for the maid, 615|As well he deemed her, knew that she 615|Had sailed for the rest, yet would him show 615|Not to that city by the ship's track. 615|He, in the very gateway's centre, was: 615|He who could do so much, should come again. 615|It so happens, that the gateway, which o'erthrew 615|The city ======================================== SAMPLE 770 ======================================== 1333|That makes one tremble, 1333|If one looked up and down 1333|The vast and level hall. 1333|Ah me, what was it that they said. 1333|What was it I could not see 1333|That made my heart beat so? 1333|If I had looked up to the skies, 1333|Or else up to the ceiling, 1333|Or if from the roof I looked down, 1333|The sight to which my eye would cling, 1333|The sight would be the same, 1333|The same! What was it made men say 1333|That I was standing right there, 1333|I was standing right there! 1333|O, they might have come a hundred miles 1333|For me and thee, my love, to keep, 1333|But I have heard, and seen, and seen, 1333|More than a hundred times. 1333|But they have stood so many miles, 1333|And seen so many times, 1333|I should like to walk a mile and write, 1333|And tell how many times I have seen. 1333|They would have laughed to scorn me then, 1333|But I have thought it never so, 1333|And I believe it never so. 1333|And I believe and I believe 1333|That the birds all sing the day long, 1333|That the clouds make all the sky a grey, 1333|And all the rain, when it is cold, 1333|Is not a great deal more. 1333|And I doubt if any can see 1333|What the birds see and know, 1333|Although they sang so often as to make 1333|My heart to beat in any beat. 1333|I am glad and sad as we go 1333|By the road, the wood, the sea, 1333|Or if we should turn and go 1333|Away, we know not which. 1333|O, that road is worn with springs, 1333|And wet with our walks, my love! 1333|And heavy with the rain-drops 1333|That fall from the heavy leaves. 1333|We two have worn it long, 1333|And worn away the flowers 1333|Of the land that shines above, 1333|And turned to brown the leaves. 1333|The road is heavy with springs 1333|And with the rain, my love, 1333|And we two are weary, 1333|And we two are worn. 1333|O, what is it brings you here 1333|This fall, this summer time, 1333|Out of the woodland? 1333|O, what is it makes you come 1333|Out of the woodland and bare 1333|With the wind upon your face? 1333|O, what is it makes the sun 1333|Dance in the dusk so fast, 1333|What is it makes them say 1333|That the trees do know? 1333|They know that the road is worn 1333|With sunbeams in the wood, 1333|They know that the leaves do fall 1333|Soft and heavy with rain. 1333|The air is heavy with dew, 1333|The trees know it too, 1333|The wind does know it too, 1333|And what is it in the leaves 1333|That makes it sing? 1333|O, what is it in the dew 1333|That makes the dew-drops cling, 1333|And what is it in the leaves 1333|That makes it run? 1333|I, that am weary and weak, 1333|I, that am weary and worn, 1333|I, that am worn and athirst 1333|For any little thing 1333|That is found in this world of ours,-- 1333|And the air of autumn is sweet, 1333|This fall, this summer time, 1333|A sudden dewdrop clink 1333|And a wind blows from the door 1333|Of a green room. 1333|Down a long aisle it goes, 1333|And a little wind blows there, 1333|And another wind there blows, 1333|And a long wind, too, there. 1333|And a wind goes, blow by blow, 1333|A-strolling on her way. 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 780 ======================================== 16059|Á los ecos los hombres 16059|Más que el Rey á su empudiarias 16059|La calle sus pajes 16059|Entre sus caballos su afán; 16059|Tiembliendo en el vulgo y en el cuerpo 16059|Á los ecos dos amigos. 16059|Mústero tiembla en las frentes 16059|El alba, y la luz serena, 16059|Y las aves serena 16059|Después en la tierra 16059|Que un hombre bocado 16059|De mí enmendado se quedan. 16059|Ya las amores 16059|Se enjuto el placer 16059|Y el diente pécso 16059|Las amorosos vengaron. 16059|Lleva el álfaro 16059|De los pasados más el mar, 16059|¡Qué tus amigos esquiva! 16059|Las amores infeliz, 16059|Al lado enjuga, 16059|Hicieron del mar, 16059|Y alegre del rostro del agua, 16059|Y en las naves veo el vencedor. 16059|Vuéloso es yegual 16059|En la ciudad muy amada 16059|Y la pelea reina 16059|Otro pelea y tus amores 16059|Si tu amargura 16059|¡Qué mis soles, ¡qué se dice! 16059|Se quiero de mis soles 16059|Al mal punto, 16059|Y veloz cargado 16059|Los que en amargura. 16059|¡Qué mis soles! ¡voila esposa! 16059|Todo el que es amada, 16059|Ya quisiera escribir los muertos! 16059|¡Qué una noche 16059|Al pere3r 16059|Con feroz se desamiles! 16059|¡Qué mis soles! ¡voila esposa! 16059|Allí en amor 16059|El aire más de él, 16059|Al más que al aire está, 16059|El noche se hizoél. 16059|Con su padre4rm4ml¡tresolumnas 16059|Al cielo de su espátastas, 16059|El abismo despreciado un punto, 16059|Ya quiero de mis soles ¡ay re-mojitane! 16059|Ella, señor, al más de él, 16059|Firmá de la frente noche se fuere: 16059|¡La vida, ella, ella! ¡La vida, ¡qué es grande! 16059|¡La ventana, ella, ella, ¡quién hace un día! 16059|Ojos lo que á mi bien, señor, y fero guerra 16059|Que en ti, que mientras y desplende, 16059|No hallé, que al cetra en mi aparacion, 16059|Y de lo que en mi pesaré 16059|Al áspero en mi dolor, 16059|Ea paga al cielo que en mi pesaré! 16059|Solo encanta al fiero, señor, 16059|Y por el alto pone á la gloria 16059|¿Quién vos veces le están? ¡Quién de mi aparato 16059|Al fin, que en este mundo está el día! 16059|Tus nápoles que la clara frente, 16059|Y tus ná pocos que el mar, 16059|¡Falta asombrar! ¡falta asombrar! 16059|Á su rayo el rostro cielo, 16059 ======================================== SAMPLE 790 ======================================== 18396|"What, have they told you? auld Nick, I'm sure 18396|They've not; but 'tis true enough; 18396|I've 'mazed them all to 'ave him take 18396|His own life,--and as I've done and said, 18396|My conscience I canna clear: 18396|For, say, since my father had the axe, 18396|And all my brothers were to die, 18396|The very wisest of them all 18396|Must take his own life, and be buried. 18396|"It's true they call'd me 'Fritz,' but I'm sure 18396|I was first in their affairs: 18396|I 've been to the Kirk to fetch this beer, 18396|And here have had my fill: 18396|You've got my name, my health, my fortune-- 18396|(I 've paid them all their fare)-- 18396|I 've paid them for a bit of bread, 18396|But never drank a mouthful of it." 18396|"Thare, Nick, I 'll tell you why: 18396|I 've been to the Kirk to get the beer. 18396|The Bishop had such a bad disease, 18396|As we should all have cause to mourn, 18396|And he got sick, I think, about May, 18396|And died--nay, I had ne'er heard his end-- 18396|But, God forgive me, he 'd been dead, 18396|An' my poor father, sair I wad say, 18396|Was dying as well; 18396|When I, from our walks, had chanced to glance 18396|And see his hizzie dighted square; 18396|An' thought, as 'twas no stranger there, 18396|I'd save him all his due. 18396|But, nay! not so! I was a fool, 18396|I said I 'd save him nae mair; 18396|Tho' I'd been wi' the Bishop before-- 18396|I might be late to that creed again. 18396|I 've been to the Kirk! the Bishop 'll send 18396|To every man as soon again 18396|As seen, an' if it 's to save the clark, 18396|I 'll eat it wi' both my feet! 18396|The Bishop 'll say, as well as I, 18396|"You've saved the hale our Bishop dies"; 18396|"For my sakes!" I 'll daunder on, and then, 18396|I never shall see old Nick mair." 18396|I 've met wi' bairns, boys--and a' health, 18396|I 've met wi' hizzies, sairly daid; 18396|I 've had my fill o' the kirk's bestows, 18396|But Nick was my sole, an' only care. 18396|In my soul I rarum an' prayers, 18396|There is little left to pray or say; 18396|If I had but Nick--he had sair troubles, 18396|I wad forgive him wi' him wi' a' that. 18396|But Nick is my man, an' I 'll be his wife, 18396|An' that's to guard him frae his care. 18396|I thocht, if Nick had been gude to me 18396|I wad wi' him tak the gude-weather trade; 18396|But ah! my poor owre wi' you's wi' him, 18396|Or he'll owre blame ane, an I 'll rin ane. 18396|I thocht I 'd rin ane, my dear Margaret, 18396|Tho' that I ne'er could come on a level, 18396|I wish that I thocht I were sic like you, 18396|In a' the care o' my ain; 18396|For dule an' strife, an' ingratitude 18396|An' that dear smile o' auld men are mair; 18396|I mind how when you were first wedded, 18396|And bade your bridegroom be kind an' good, 18396|Said you would mak your husband just as happy wi' ======================================== SAMPLE 800 ======================================== 2819|I can't understand it,-- 27669|We never say "Thank you" 27669|(Except when it's very late!) 27669|But he's the kind that would go 27669|And do his very best, 27669|If you'd give him a hand 27669|If he only were mine. 27669|_And sometimes when we sit around the fire 27669|We talk of a thing or two: 27669|Of the boy that was mine when I was young-- 27669|(No matter!)--we talk of the boy we used to know, 27669|When he played in the wood, 27669|When he went a bowing round, 27669|In the golden olden time; 27669|He was just another boy._ 27669|It's a fine old wood and I've tried to walk 27669|Through the boughs above a few leaves, 27669|And I've looked where there's little green places, 27669|To the shade of a great blue sky. 27669|There's the sea, there's the meadows, the white road and yellow sheep, 27669|And there's the old, old, old road where I met him last._ 27669|'Twas a wood that he liked; it seemed just green and fair; 27669|And he liked the boughs above the great blue sky. 27669|'Twas a field we used to pass, now he is far away; 27669|And he loves the meadows, the white road and yellow sheep. 27669|And he loves the field when he is dead, but he'd rather be 27669|With his little boy there in the woodland far away. 27669|When he's gone 27669|He's a rich young boy sitting in his mother's lap 27669|And that is why he'll not forget 27669|To kiss and to hug me when he's gone._ 27669|_Oh! would you'd come back, this would-be friend, 27669|And we'd talk of a time when it hadn't been too hot 27669|Since we all set out; and how we'd walk 27669|Along the road again, where he'd left us. 27669|And when we'd reached him in the valley he'd say, 27669|With a smile, "Good-by, my dear, good-by!" 27669|And look at me with his dimpled smile; 27669|And I think we'd talk and joke about such things. 27669|And maybe we'd play at our old home game, 27669|If you'd come back 27669|And help to share in our old home joy. 27669|And when you are back 27669|It's just that we two can walk, 27669|Along the road again: 27669|We can watch the sheep and the grasses grow, 27669|And tell each other stories and listen to the wind 27669|Crying to the woods and calling in the trees 27669|Through the blue day, "Old dear, old dear!"_ 27669|_As we were riding down that lane of blue, 27669|O'er the brown hill's crest; 27669|And there in the valley between our feet 27669|There stood a house._ 27669|'Twas a tiny, simple-minded place, 27669|With a fence, and railings, and railings more, 27669|That made us feel so small. 27669|It could only be called 'Half Price' Town. 27669|There were houses up and down, 27669|In the distance we could scarcely see, 27669|To the horizon's end. 27669|_We sat, in the shade of a timber tree; 27669|Our eyes half closed, and our faces bent; 27669|And with a heavy heart we thought of home, 27669|And of the woman who'd died asleep, 27669|In the house we had grown to cherish. 27669|And the voice was quiet again; 27669|In the silence of the night, 27669|In the light of the moon and stars, 27669|And the night-wind we could feel 27669|The pulses of the sleeping and dying, 27669|In the quiet, moonless house. 27669|_That little house had so much trouble, 27669|So much trouble, and no rest; 27669|There was work to be done, and to be done ======================================== SAMPLE 810 ======================================== 35779|When he could smile! And though the words "Ah me!" are his alone, 35779|His smiles are ever in the vein of peace and joy. 35779|There is not one thing to say I dread to hear, 35779|From him to all, I must obey and see his call. 35779|There are no words that he is sure will cross my path. 35779|I will see him, if I can, and pass the rest by. 35779|I need not fear that he will miss me if I go 35779|And seek him, and cannot see him when I see! 35779|For if I went, you knew not why I sought with care. 35779|It's just that he must love me,--it's all so well! 35779|It is such joy that such grief to me can bring; 35779|So much love in his heart! He is so dear! 35779|It is such joy to see such joy in one so strong, 35779|And all the years he could not tell you, I seem! 35779|Ah, but there's the saddest thing! To know they're gone! 35779|To miss the friends of years! To lose his promise fair. 35779|His eyes, too, so beautiful, he never more 35779|Will gaze upon, the light of them, for all his art. 35779|To look into their light, the friends he loved to see! 35779|To feel the tears on lips he loved so much! 35779|I can not hide from a glimpse, with tears, alone 35779|I know he was so kind to me, and will be to-night. 35779|I think I'll spend the money on flowers and flowers. 35779|I'll buy for him this little, yellow, rose-- 35779|How it comes in--_cara bambino_. 35779|I think it's the very flower that's in the cup. 35779|I'll take a look from the little window there. 35779|It will be dark. I'm glad they're not here. 35779|I'm glad they're not here! I have to go 35779|To school to stay. Let them go, I hate to think 35779|Of them!--I must have them back. I must have him now! 35779|That is the only thing! But I must see, 35779|Because, as I said, he's all my own, you see. 35779|The children will think when he goes away, 35779|How he was all their own, you know, 35779|While they are all to me. 35779|I'm glad they're not here! 35779|The only one I can see as she's coming in, 35779|With her long, white hair, and her bright eyes, 35779|I see it so in me, as the breeze goes by, 35779|With each little flower that grows along the street, 35779|Whose heart has grown for me full of a joyous pain, 35779|And yet for me it never knew a change of spring, 35779|And yet is ever glad with all its joy to be. 35779|Why should I hate her to whose bright hair 35779|I cling, and whom I love? 35779|I love her for she is mine, 35779|Fairest of them all, 35779|And for she is one. 35779|I may not even care 35779|That the wind kisses her. 35779|Oh, it's so simple all 35779|That love's bright love to know. 35779|She'll understand. She'll know 35779|All its meaning, and its pain. 35779|Oh, she'll understand. 35779|She knows all my hopes and fears, 35779|All my hopes and dreams, 35779|All my dreams and hopes, all my fears, 35779|All my hopes are all my own, 35779|And I never can be true, 35779|So it's so simple all... 35779|I shall not love her anymore, 35779|The children are here. 35779|The children are here. You may not go 35779|Out or in or among them--only come. 35779|They are here. They will know. They will love me back 35779|When I grow up and leave them. They have eyes 35779|Too full of happiness, too sweet to see 35779| ======================================== SAMPLE 820 ======================================== 25681|"That's right, my lass." 25681|"There's not a thing more, my dear, 25681|Than what I said 25681|When first I came here one autumn day, 25681|And you were not in my sight. 25681|"But we've had a pleasant play 25681|Since, and my heart is heavy-heavy, 25681|And my tears run down 25681|Like the waters of the stream 25681|Which flows a silver course, 25681|And then into its bed 25681|Where a fairy is sleeping. 25681|"The little fairy of the vale 25681|Came down to hear her sing; 25681|And her heart had a happy nest 25681|In her cheeks' purple lining. 25681|"And she took her harp to play with; 25681|And it danced a tune 25681|That I cannot tell aright, 25681|And then we whispered words of love, 25681|And I laid my heart within. 25681|"And then a smile crept o'er my face; 25681|And my tears of sorrow fell; 25681|And I told my love and lost my heart, 25681|And it was so much the worse for me. 25681|"For I knew that love that is not wed 25681|To one, must linger longer by, 25681|With none to guide it, but itself 25681|Which still is wanting _bud_; 25681|And the bird of passion may complain 25681|It is not loved with love, like love. 25681|"And I told my love and you denied 25681|That you had not more of true; 25681|But love is all in all, and I, 25681|A dull, inert thing, cannot see 25681|In all this world a better thing." 25681|Then I told all my passion, and she gave 25681|Me a glance full of pangs 25681|And she could not say, "I grant your prayer"-- 25681|But with tearful eyes 25681|She did kneel down to me and take 25681|From me her hand. 25681|O God of Love! can she speak with Thee? 25681|Can she speak with Thee in me? 25681|Has she sinned a sin of bitter tears, 25681|And sinned no more? 25681|I, the weak, childless one 25681|In an age of pride, 25681|The fruit of so much folly, so of pain! 25681|Had my poor life been spared 25681|To read these simple words in Thee, 25681|That I was weak--that there was truth in tears, 25681|And that the soul might love. 25681|"But this too is not," she said, 25681|"But what God has done may do, 25681|And love is a holy, a deep joy, 25681|That cannot be quenched." 25681|Was that true, or was it false, 25681|And did I dare to pray? 25681|Yet did I think to see 25681|Thy love in mine own breast, 25681|"O God of Love! who art 25681|All things," she said, "by right, 25681|"O my God of Love! who art 25681|All things; my heart will smile,-- 25681|And the sun, which I saw, gleam 25681|For a moment with its star; 25681|And my eyes, which with rapture 25681|Have been waking, shall awake; 25681|And my heart shall cease to beat, 25681|When I find thy love true." 25681|And at this all-sustaining word 25681|How should I grieve, or weep? 25681|'Twas a smile I could not see 25681|That filled that silence, sweet, 25681|And the holy, all-seeing light 25681|In her eyes was resting, day by day. 25681|So she lifted up her eyes-- 25681|How could she utter aught but so? 25681|O my God! O my God! how could she see 25681|That all these raptures, so fine, so deep, 25681|All these passions and these prayers were but 25681|The clouds, that o'ershadow ======================================== SAMPLE 830 ======================================== 1228|To give life to the soul's work in the work of death, 1228|To give life to the flower and the leafless tree, 1228|To give life to the soul's play 1228|Among the stars! 1228|If it be for no such gain 1228|That life to death is given; if the soul may be 1228|Pierced with the spear for no gain, yet love's end is 1228|Life's highest good! 1228|As, from the breath, 1228|That makes us women, what is this but to be made 1228|To serve for instrument for the soul's music-play? 1228|Let them be free! 1228|I must be content 1228|Thee to behold! What's liberty but what is death? 1228|From the first hour of life, 1228|Let me be by and by to thee, 1228|For only with thy love, I live and breathe. 1228|Life's noblest life is holiest! 1228|And our best life is that we serve the life of thy love. 1228|The sun and the night and the day 1228|Are thine. Thou art light and life, 1228|And man, my man, can serve the sun! 1228|God is light's light. O God, be light! 1228|Then, life was my life's last breath. 1228|And I will not die before I see 1228|My life, its dying year, grow free. 1228|The hour will come that I shall hear 1228|The birds at the sweet-voiced tree, 1228|My thoughts make music of thy love! 1228|The birds on the tree with song sweet and free, 1228|I'll have them singing in my blood; 1228|For, what is it but thy love to know, 1228|And hear what thy thoughts make music of? 1228|For what is life, though man should live? 1228|If life were not thought's music sweet, 1228|Then life were not life; life were a dream. 1228|The soul may be death-white, yet the man 1228|Does not believe death is aught. 1228|The death-white soul dies not for care, 1228|But that a smile may light her doom. 1228|The soul, I've found, lives when no pain 1228|Is in her life; then, life! my man! 1228|The bird sings in the trees. I take 1228|The time for song; I have not done. 1228|Life, love, and death are not on earth, 1228|But only in spirit, man. 1228|I have known death; but never the dear, 1228|Sudden death of a sudden day. 1228|Death that makes me the man I am. 1228|So, death is an act, a birth, the love 1228|I bear toward thee, and love, too. 1228|The soul is God's best work. The man 1228|May think it is but idle play; 1228|But God shall come to choose his slave. 1228|And He shall choose the master. 1228|I have the powers of soul and sense, 1228|I have the good fortune 1228|To be the child 1228|Of the child of the child. 1228|The one and all God's children, 1228|Saints! and the greatest 1228|Saints who ever were born; 1228|No soul, no streeate of mine own was ever 1228|a larger love, a greater, 1228|Than that of man to man. 1228|Oh, let me see thy love, whose fires 1228|Are sweeter than the night, 1228|And let me see thy life, whose light 1228|Rays like the morning, 1228|When the long night makes faint the day. 1228|I look for thee, my God! 1228|I look for thee with tears 1228|Of love, of hope, of longing, 1228|Of trust, and hope, and faith, and all. 1228|I see the pines to-day, 1228|I see thy love, my God, 1228|They have no form or name, 1228|But, in a sudden flight, 1228 ======================================== SAMPLE 840 ======================================== 1058|A mighty host, to be the match of this, 1058|And win their own for evermore in the throng. 1058|No fear of any harm to them is here; 1058|We all are safe with God, and this bright night 1058|Doth clear the darkness of the world, and now 1058|The sun is risen: let us to the Temple mount 1058|In haste, and enter in; since Christ was risen too! 1058|O let the King be now revealed, his name! 1058|Let all the bells of all the bells in heaven, 1058|That ring in sign of morn, and all the tongue, 1058|That utter in our country, tell the same! 1058|O hear ye o' this! O eye to eye behold 1058|The Christ, who was the Lord, and yet so much 1058|He wot not who is Lord, but yet doth lie 1058|On many a naked shoulder of great Emeth! 1058|O let us take him to our breasts, and know him! 1058|O let us wish to kiss him, and adore! 1058|His mother bare Him, in her woe and shame, 1058|'Mid many grievous tidings brought to Him 1058|By sad hearts in many a lonely home, 1058|Where many a weary war-horse did appear 1058|In sorrow, sorrowful, sore for their sake. 1058|There is no sight like to His mother: her 1058|Glad face is gracious, but her voice is low, 1058|And ever His sad lips is to His lips 1058|Dread, and His bright tear-drops tremble not. 1058|And, lo! the great Arch-Angel: and here came 1058|A multitude, a mighty multitude, 1058|That stood a hundred fathom deep, and broad 1058|Among the water-flowers, and the white spray 1058|Of the great ships' broken waves: and that cry 1058|"Christ and our Saviour! thou God and Lord! 1058|And we all were like thee, when the Lord Christ came 1058|Out of Bethrean pasture, and made all her sheep 1058|Grow men like thee, and take care of Thee all 1058|Sow-time and harvest: and thou made our hearts 1058|Seem to these sheep, and take them of thy fold, 1058|When we were like sheep." 1058|Now is that harvest-time 1058|Of all thy harvest, King of kings, our daily bread, 1058|Our morning bread: and we that eat of it, 1058|Are the first blood that hath entered into our veins: 1058|We eat of thy bread, and drink of thy cup, 1058|For that thy name hath been exalted from the earth. 1058|O king of saints! O Father of God! 1058|O King of Israel, crowned and blest!-- 1058|O King of Israel, heard and feared!-- 1058|The bells of Beth-horon ring, the bells of Ebalon. 1058|The bells of Bethel, Clonmacnoir, and of Tuam, 1058|The bells of Sylvester, and of Isoldon-- 1058|O bells of every church-tower, every minster, 1058|Are full of the joy of Israel, our dear King. 1058|Our King is at his Temple, the bells of Solomon! 1058|We in our sorrow are many, but our joy is one. 1058|O bells of every town, and every tower, 1058|O bells of every minster, O bells of every land! 1058|For our dear King is all a minster, 1058|And we shall be one people, King of kings, 1058|While the ages sleep, one people, King of kings. 1058|The bells of Etain and Siger and Urim, 1058|The bells of the ancient Haran, 1058|The bells of Gavra and the bells of the white Swan, 1058|The bells of the dark tower, the bells of the green tower, 1058|And the tall bells of Jerusalem sound like one! 1058|O bells of every Moor and of every Moorish Moor, 1058|O black Harald's bells of Hethloth, 1058|O ======================================== SAMPLE 850 ======================================== 1568|Beside the old oak-kiln, where, in his glory, 1568|The man of science, and a host of men, 1568|Had once stood. When the grey mist, that shrouded 1568|And sodden washaskill, 1568|Gleamed with the yellow light and glittered, and cast 1568|The darkly-coloured hues of a fine 1568|Spring-day, when twilight had descended, 1568|As if in the air; He, the poet, 1568|The poet of the dawn, had stood 1568|By the old oak-kiln, and, as the morning 1568|Felt its kiss of blood-red fire, 1568|He felt on his pulse all those tremors, 1568|The quickening tremours of joy, and joys 1568|That make men glad, and make 1568|The stars of Paradise less bright; 1568|He saw in the morning's glory 1568|The dawn was born. 1568|He had never been one to droop and say, 1568|"The sun is risen! He who set this seal 1568|Of glory on an oak-tree, and in tune 1568|With the chords of nature, will strike one chord 1568|To waken the dawn"; 1568|The poet of the dawn had never known 1568|The dawn is lagging, and he will drop no note 1568|On rhythm as he goes. 1568|The poet of the dawn will write no more 1568|On scrolls at rest, where his thoughts are lost, 1568|Nor fret and struggle to make new-born rhymes 1568|To show the day, 1568|Nor will he search a deeper, or a wider, 1568|Or wider faring; but what joy will come 1568|To him whose song is sung? 1568|So, the old oak-tree, with its boughs of woe, 1568|Will swell and swell in tune 1568|With the sweet music of dawn, like the sea 1568|In every sea-bird singing. 1568|He whose song is not, will never be 1568|One to say, "Goodness is everywhere": 1568|He'll have no words to sing, 1568|For none is his within his lonely mind. 1568|No one has told him of his glory 1568|And the mystery of his genius, 1568|And all his dreams of that which is to be, 1568|Or the day's far-flung fate. 1568|The poet who dreams not of the dawn, 1568|The poet never will know; 1568|He faints away, and fain would sleep, 1568|But he never dreams of dawn. 1568|The poet who thinks not of the day, 1568|The poet never sees 1568|The mists the day's freshening rain 1568|Lash over his tired face. 1568|He never hears 1568|The stars of evening's silver tone, 1568|Or the deep bells of his own hamlet, 1568|Awaiting him at home. 1568|The poet of the dawn, he who sees 1568|A light in his sad soul, and cries 1568|"Farewell, farewell, 1568|The poet who says 'tis dawn," 1568|Will sleep and die 1568|In some dim place apart, and weep 1568|His pain till he is born again. 1568|The poet who thinks not of the day, 1568|The poet will never know 1568|How much the sun must suffer and bear 1568|With the poet thinking of the day, 1568|How many crowns must fall with the day 1568|In the heart of an honest youth. 1568|In the face of the world, in the heart of the night, 1568|The poet who sits at his window, is free; 1568|He sees the stars, he drinks in the sky-white moon, 1568|And the wind whistles in the pine tree branches; he 1568|Lets rain or snow pass; he is glad to be 1568|Still, even in the face of the world - for still, 1568|For one thing, the poet still is in his window, 1568|Amidst a dream of the stars, of the moon 1568| ======================================== SAMPLE 860 ======================================== 1031|Thy words, they do not suit; 1031|For the soft blue heaven of thy blue eye 1031|Is no more blue to me. 1031|The birds are gone to the trees, 1031|The stars do not shine, 1031|The flowers of April do not blow, 1031|To make new beauties on the ground. 1031|It is the sun, it is the sky, 1031|The angels of the Morning call; 1031|And they stand at the window and say, 1031|'This is the Lord's going away! 1031|'And all the stars are brighter grown 1031|For He hath met His own again.' 1031|But when we would in our tears 1031|Lift up the dear old heavy eyes in which we sleep, 1031|To them seemeth all to pass away; 1031|And they who are our friends, with their tender eyes close, 1031|Feel they have never known a joy so much divine. 1031|They are the friends of infants, 1031|They are the friends of doctors, 1031|And they are the friends of the rich, 1031|Who drink like drunken sailors 1031|Sweet wines while the nets are cast. 1031|Oh, the rich! the rich! oh, the rich! 1031|The rich they are of us, and the rich is his 1031|Who sits in his golden-hung city at his ease, 1031|Sipping his ale in the glare of the melting sun; 1031|Who has made his life a jest, 1031|Who has no sense of duty, 1031|Who is drunk with Commerce, 1031|Who is satisfied with the market. 1031|Oh, the rich! the rich! oh, the rich! 1031|The rich they are of us, and their wealth our own, 1031|Who made the earth for their use, 1031|Who built up empire with our sin-born blood, 1031|Who ploughed on in pride, 1031|Who trampled labour, 1031|Who gambled, and who were greedy, 1031|Who built up their empire by the day 1031|And made their revels full and free 1031|With drums and clarions, 1031|Who flouted their neighbours so 1031|And stole their mead like brutes, 1031|Who barter their brains with their neighbours' brains, 1031|And build up their empires by the day 1031|To fight with the Devil, 1031|To bungle their possessions abroad, 1031|And carry their plunder back to them at home. 1031|The rich! The rich! oh, the rich! 1031|Is it a crime to know this thing 1031|That they will plunder and rob you to please their fancy? 1031|They have stolen from us 1031|Their honey, their mead, and their tears, 1031|Their laughter, and their books, and their hours, 1031|And laid their gold on the ruin of our banks, 1031|And sold our hives and our bright young minds, 1031|And trampled our young lives to the dust, 1031|And laughed at our youth like a child of laughter? 1031|What madness to think that aught we have 1031|Or think that aught should be 1031|Should be more than our brothers, our cousins, our sisters? 1031|Oh, the rich! Oh, the rich! The rich! 1031|Our enemies laugh in their scorn, 1031|And their priests prate of their gold, 1031|But the best things they have in their power to plunder 1031|Are the friends we have known, 1031|And the comrades we have lived with, and the brothers 1031|We have suffered for with our own hearts and with our tears. 1031|The rich! The rich! oh, the rich! 1031|The rich they are of us, and their wealth our own, 1031|Who make their life a jest, 1031|And laugh at our labour, 1031|And bungle their coin with their own to dust, 1031|And sell down our land and our soul to make more space 1031|For their black ships sailing with all their freight 1031|Across the sounding ocean's blackness, 1031|And our strong houses fall to the ground 1031|Crying, and the ======================================== SAMPLE 870 ======================================== 36803|And when the sun went down and we were left alone, 36803|I thought of all I'd been for, 36803|And the love, the hopes, the fears, the doubts, the tears, 36803|That came to be the price of that kiss! 36803|I thought how slowly, with a pain 36803|And a slow strength, we had done; 36803|And how I had loved her in my grief-- 36803|For I knew that it was false! 36803|And, if I loved again, what then 36803|Should be my pleasure or my fame? 36803|And, how, if I could die, then gain 36803|Nothing more than the silence forgone? 36803|And how could I be proud what I'd done 36803|If I knew how it had been? 36803|I sat alone, my thoughts were out, 36803|For I'd known before that she'd loved, 36803|Was happy, and all was well. 36803|All through the Summer when I'd thought her true; 36803|It was so well! 36803|You were the sunshine, I was the ray 36803|Of the sunshine in you! 36803|I know my heart has grown to fill 36803|With a strange sweet longing, 36803|To dream of you in the beautiful West-- 36803|To know how many roads you took 36803|By which you came there. 36803|I cannot tell where I've walked, 36803|I'm sure I never know. 36803|I cannot tell if a dream 36803|Of you, in the West, lies 36803|Near to where I was walking, or afar, 36803|But the one I know is there. 36803|I cannot tell where I've gone, 36803|There's no road that's straight or straight; 36803|But all roads have the path you made 36803|For me there, to take. 36803|I cannot tell if I've lost you, 36803|I'm sure I never know! 36803|I cannot tell if I've hurt you, 36803|Where you fell, in the Spring, 36803|Or, somewhere sad and strange and far, 36803|You lie in the grave. 36803|I cannot tell if a pain 36803|Of you, in the West, I've felt; 36803|But I'm sure, somewhere there is still 36803|A quiet place to rest. 36803|I cannot tell if my life 36803|Is changed, or changed for ever; 36803|But somewhere there's peace, and you'll rest 36803|Beside me there. 36803|I cannot tell how I've lived; 36803|All through the joys that's gone, 36803|I have known the sweetest way 36803|I could ever think of! 36803|The summer is long gone and gone, 36803|'Twas but yesterday that June 36803|Came laughing to the roses here; 36803|And the Summer is over too. 36803|But in the heart of the old Spring 36803|Is still the breath of the roses yet. 36803|When we go a-roaming through the world, 36803|And if I catch a glimpse of you, 36803|To my side I'll lift it to my breast, 36803|With all my heart and soul, and say: 36803|"She's the darling of all this gay earth!" 36803|_'Saw you in the Sun, my own white Queen?'_ 36803|When the white flower shines through the rain 36803|And all around the garden lies, 36803|I am always finding you in blue, sweet skies. 36803|When the light is on the water, 36803|And the light is in the river, 36803|You always find me, by the side 36803|Of the white flower in the gloom, 36803|Just waiting, just dreaming, just out of sight. 36803|_'The sun had found us in the rain,'_ 36803|When I say, "I see your face, you white rose of my heart;" 36803|Then all round the garden plain 36803|You're waiting, dreaming, just out of sight. 36803|When the rain is on the window pane, 36803|And my heart is a-thrill, 36803|And the earth ======================================== SAMPLE 880 ======================================== 19221|And in my grave may they rest! 19221|'Tis said that there are those, 19221|Whom fervent believers be, 19221|Whose holy thoughts by science move 19221|That knowledge is the highest good! 19221|I would not change this low renown 19221|For any other merit, 19221|Nor seek renown to change the name 19221|That is so due above me. 19221|And, as my dear loved father sleepeth, 19221|May he rest with his friends below, 19221|And every voice of mine in heaven 19221|Serve him for dinner-meat, I say! 19221|A pretty picture by the Grace 19221|&c. 19221|I can not find your very name, 19221|Or e'en your epitaph. 19221|No: I'll not be polite, 19221|I'll not look for you at all; 19221|You must arise, or I'll steal 19221|To your lady,--who must arise 19221|And sit by your side, you know. 19221|When you shall _not_ arise, and sit by your 19221|The morning was grey; the birds were chirping in 19221|the bushes, 19221|and from the boughs of the trees below through the hole 19221|in the hedge, 19221|The people of the village all sat on their seats 19221|and were talking to one another. 19221|The bell for the village breakfast-house was rung 19221|by the people of the neighbourhood, and now and then 19221|a person, of quality or estate, would stoop to 19221|reach it, 19221|And there would be a long and pleasant conversation 19221|between them and the stranger. 19221|The people of the hamlet, by reason of their 19221|own small size, had no large-scale fires, nor did they 19221|sit round talking to one another. 19221|The bell for breakfast-time was rung by the people at the 19221|head of the house, and when it was rung, they all started 19221|up 19221|And the conversation of the guests was spread;--one young girl 19221|standing up, 19221|A lady of great refinement, and a lady of great 19221|gentle manners,-- 19221|Who sat there, in a beautiful satin dress; the 19221|woman on either side of her were ladies of very 19221|excellent family, 19221|But these were the very very people you should 19221|not meet that breakfast-hours; they were a very 19221|difficult group to represent; they were a good deal 19221|young, 19221|Very young, they had blue eyes and fair white hair; 19221|They had been women all their lives, and they still were 19221|young to go about it all so proudly, and to go away 19221|like this, with one another, and to stop so suddenly 19221|At breakfast-time they all began to talk, and nothing 19221|could 19221|be brought out that would say anything to make conversation 19221|passable; 19221|So nobody rose, and nobody listened, and nobody 19221|could 19221|be brought under till they got into the family room. 19221|They were all dressed exceedingly neat; they had so 19221|many bags and so many clothes, 19221|That if anybody wanted them nobody 19221|could 19221|have 19221|They bade adieu to friends, and relatives, and all 19221|other persons whom they met on their way that 19221|day; 19221|And then they all began to go to their own rooms. 19221|When breakfast was over they all parted, and 19221|accompanied each other; 19221|And seldom do heroes fly so fast that they can 19221|not take 19221|Distinction; but 'tis the fastest seen that they 19221|don't 19221|distinction themselves. 19221|When the old men were divided and all the 19221|little ones 19221|were separated from their toys, 19221|And the women, as best they could, sat on 19221|the hard benches, with their hats on their 19221|shoulders, and were only vaguely aware that anybody 19221|had ======================================== SAMPLE 890 ======================================== 34001|But how about some new kind of music 34001|We'll come to when we've gone in search of it, 34001|As they sing the praise of Love that's greater, 34001|And his own sad story to end.--_ 34001|And so we sang as one, and watched with them 34001|In the old-fashioned dance of love and grace.-- 34001|For though the spirit of a little boy 34001|Had come with our long-lost youth to him-- 34001|With his love and wit and all the world to win, 34001|The soul within him was so near the soul 34001|That he could feel it in his body near 34001|As the breath of a little bird could seem 34001|To a little bird asleep in a cage. 34001|And when he made the step that brought her home, 34001|The music in his heart came up to him-- 34001|And not of the world that he so loved-- 34001|But of love and love's love and the love 34001|Of God which made God in order meet, 34001|And which is the sole good and sole joy 34001|Which he found in the things that God's will wrought. 34001|Then, lo, the dance began--and the rapt, white faces 34001|Of the young men from all the long-drawn nations-- 34001|Of the young men who had seen the soul of things 34001|In the ways of their own native life-- 34001|Of the dancers who had danced before the moon, 34001|And who now brought forth 34001|The new stars of the world, 34001|And the new men of the world, 34001|In our hearts to welcome the new year! 34001|_And as the dancers moved 34001|They sang a song that went 34001|Across their hearts as they danced 34001|While the dancers sang a song that went_ 34001|From the old old past they knew; 34001|Old as the dreams that were of them 34001|And as old as our youth. 34001|Old as the things they thought and wrought; 34001|Old as the dreams the men gave birth 34001|To new men in the great new world they sought, 34001|Who laughed from the old old ways. 34001|They thought how in every change of tide, 34001|With all the tides of power and fame, 34001|One thought must guard them all together,-- 34001|The thought that is the breath of God. 34001|For they are the children of the past, 34001|Where are the old old dreams? 34001|The old old dreams of God as I know of. 34001|We will see them in the great new year 34001|Before we die, 34001|As we rise to welcome the great new years: 34001|And in the joy that lies before them 34001|I saw again 34001|The old old dreams that are with us when we sleep 34001|And in our dream 34001|As the old old gods are ours 34001|And their sway is over me. 34001|We will see them in our dream of earth, 34001|As when the gods we worshipped were, 34001|And all their golden dreams in dreamy fields arrayed 34001|Might yet come true: 34001|As they moved,--as God moves,--in the land of faith 34001|That we will see; 34001|As the old old gods with gold were ours 34001|And their sway was ours 34001|And our dreams were ours and their, 34001|To guard and guard and guard, 34001|Till God should smile his face and God's hand shake, 34001|And the face of God smile theirs: 34001|As the old old dreams were ours! 34001|They are not gods, but they are Gods indeed-- 34001|God and all his ways; 34001|And we shall see, when we rise and weep, 34001|Our dreams and how they weep 34001|As the old old gods, that are with us when we sleep, 34001|That lie among us by the side of dreams 34001|And are our Gods; 34001|For the old old dreams are ours! 34001|It is night; the sun is set. 34001|We watch with silent fear: 34001|Do the ghosts of our past hear the pale ======================================== SAMPLE 900 ======================================== 2130|When he's as old as I is, or he's as young! 2130|I can't let him keep his youth--what's that to me? 2130|I do not think I would take to my old age, 2130|For my taste is not old--so the wise men say; 2130|I'm a young man--don't give me no more--no more, 2130|No more, I say; I'm not grown up, nor grown old." 2130|He is gone back again to his native shore; 2130|The world is all his wherewithal to fill 2130|But for what the grave shall meet, and the sky 2130|Pillars him a land of his own, his own furloughed." 2130|Now the old men will go in and out, 2130|And the young men on foot, the foolish ones, 2130|Who could not walk or stand, they will stand 2130|Where in their graves, and they'll take him in 2130|By the shoulders and say: Here rests his head-- 2130|His was the sole mortal voice they listened to, 2130|And he has lived all the days of his life 2130|In his grave to listen to no other dead. 2130|His was the only place they heard the breeze; 2130|And they'll take their pilgrim's staff, and go 2130|Whither the dead men shall and never come back. 2130|Aye, we shall hear him whisper in our ears, 2130|We shall see him walk, but he is dead to us: 2130|We saw him in the morning, and we saw, 2130|With a heart's blood, the coming of the dead: 2130|"Look to it, ye dead men, that ye keep your paths: 2130|The living know him and have his highway, 2130|He is here to ask you for what he may have. 2130|Ye know your lives, and ye have done with fear, 2130|Ye would not look upon the face of him-- 2130|And you will have no more to fear, for you are clay. 2130|"He is with you, and ye must walk with him: 2130|If ye say 'No, you said no such a word,' 2130|The living shall have your highway even as ye; 2130|The dead shall see him and go with him again; 2130|And the roads shall be bridged with living men. 2130|"I will go up, and I will go down, 2130|And I will sit in this same door as you, 2130|And I will sit in the same position, 2130|And I will hear the same talk as you, and the same 2130|Noisily arguing with yourselves." 2130|There sat a man of fifty, that man of fifty 2130|Sighed: "There's no such man, I'm sure of it, 2130|For if he really were not only dead, 2130|There's no such man, I'm certain of it. 2130|That man is in a fool's way; he shall lie 2130|And we will sing on, and make our cheer 2130|And laugh--for we shall have a merry time 2130|Aye, and laugh again, till we too pass! 2130|"But he is with us, and we shall have him, 2130|So if ye choose to laugh, so God reward ye." 2130|Then the old man sat down, and said within 2130|"And if I must have laughter, God reward ye; 2130|But I must laugh on, or otherwise. 2130|He shall go up the road a little while, 2130|And he is certain of a spot 2130|Where he could lie and hear the merry songs 2130|Of the Gods, while we sit laughing there, 2130|And the Gods are singing; but there he'll never come. 2130|"But he is with us, and we shall have him, 2130|So if ye must have weeping, God reward ye; 2130|But we shall weep and weep again till we too pass!" 2130|And the old man wept. 2130|"And why should I weep and weep again? 2130|My tears fall down upon the land, 2130|And the tears lie on the hills of heaven, 2130|And the tears fell upon the hills of ======================================== SAMPLE 910 ======================================== 20956|The bard is glad, and weeps. 20956|O dear God! and how I do rejoice 20956|That Thou art great, and I am free! 20956|And that I may no longer stray 20956|From Thee, from Thee, forever! 20956|_The lily of the vale, the rose 20956|Blooming in the wild wood,_ 20956|_The lily and the rose,_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose,_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose,_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and ======================================== SAMPLE 920 ======================================== 18500|A' round the house; 18500|Sometime he taks the pash--the fau't-house maun be blithe, 18500|When he gets 'way wi' his gin, 18500|That keeps the beggar out. 18500|'Tak him out, and then a bonnie laddie will; 18500|An' you will see, 18500|When in the church he kneels, an' hears the cauf hearth-fire blazin', 18500|To the smoke that grows 18500|A', t' lass, that lives there, sae cheery and cheerie an' cheery. 18500|I love my wife, I love my life, 18500|I love my ma and him that's my ma; 18500|But oh when I come to the end of our routh. 18500|It makes me mawk and mutter and fret, 18500|Wee folks be owre sae sair--d'ye mind it me? 18500|You'll swear that I see thee in my dreams, 18500|And I be thinkin' on nae fine things, 18500|Tho' at my window I may peep and peep, 18500|And I be holdin' the key and peering. 18500|There come a mist o' dreams about my place-- 18500|It seems to be a wonderment; 18500|Tho' I aiblins may be a-wishin' 18500|That I could see the deil 'most in sight; 18500|Yet in the dark I'm a-goin' to sleep; 18500|My heart it sings the fairest songs:-- 18500|"My dear Ma, I hope youre well." 18500|"Tho' my dear Ma, I doubt it, my dear, 18500|I hope that I'm nae the langer of the truth; 18500|But yet, dear Ma, I gie thee my due; 18500|I've loved mysel' wi' insiduous ardour, 18500|And had a heart that's tirl'd at a' the bums in life: 18500|Now I trust that I'm as unlike thinesel', 18500|As a hare I can run a mare wi' me.)" 18500|There was a blude aye gnawin on the brow, 18500|Thrangin' like a snaw on the shavin' head; 18500|"O you that gab and whiddum-hunt, 18500|Gif you hae but a blink toon, 18500|Gif you hae nane o' the kent, 18500|Gif the bairnies be no worse, 18500|Then take aff aff your auld kent, 18500|Take a' your ain kent and gaj; 18500|"And mind you remember this, my dear; 18500|I ken you've just had a heap o' the kent, 18500|There's nane o' the bairnies yet to know 18500|Up wi' your bairnies baith, my dear; 18500|They sall be the fell o' your womankind, 18500|And wha oughre they want or thegither. 18500|"And mind you remember this, my sweet; 18500|'Twas an o' the bude ae tippence a piece, 18500|And auld your luck's at anither; 18500|There's nane o' the bude o' your womankind, 18500|And wha oughre they want or thegither." 18500|My mother's on the ladder; 18500|She's sweir to think o' her 18500|Wi' her seven bairns to busk her, 18500|And drap her bairns in plaid. 18500|My mother's to the chamber, 18500|Where she's sweir to think o' her 18500|Wi' her seven bairns beside her, 18500|And drap her bairns in plaid. 18500|Tune--"_Auld Monk, come hame._" 18500|Auld Monk, come hame when ye're a' grown to manhood, 18500|And grudge the kirk the merrier for the kirk. 18500 ======================================== SAMPLE 930 ======================================== 12242|Of your dear home with my own. 12242|The flower and the vine, the grass and the corn, 12242|You that have made them my all, 12242|The flowers they wither, the stems they disfigure, -- 12242|Yet, if it be for love of you, 12242|I go envying them your air. 12242|O love that is not loved by alone, 12242|Spread out your little hands in this prayer, 12242|Lest we (too quick lovers!) 12242|Be steals a second winter's day 12242|For one who is not near! 12242|We have loved and were true; 12242|The hour is surely nigh 12242|When our hearts have the pleasure of being yours. 12242|We have loved and were true; 12242|Time wears both mask and part; 12242|We have lived too long! 12242|We have lived too long! 12242|It is not always shining, 12242|Here, on life's your way, 12242|For all the glad hours 12242|That flit round you! 12242|When, dearest, on the lips we kiss, 12242|And when the hand is lying 12242|On the heart we lay, 12242|May we not dream that sometimes, 12242|As 't were a part of us, 12242|A shadow falls, 12242|And then a shadow grows 12242|To cover us? 12242|May we not dream as we lie 12242|Sad sleep of dreams foretelling 12242|Of sorrow near? -- 12242|A voice, a step, a hand, 12242|That draws the curtains parting, 12242|And murmurs thus: 12242|"The morning's over Madrid, 12242|And I've forgotten -- maybe; 12242|But who is this, 12242|With all her tender music, 12242|Whose eye so sad and rare 12242|Shows no sign of morn? 12242|"O sweetest fairy, ever, -- 12242|Thy place of rest is far; 12242|One who would hasten away 12242|Might ask thy name." 12242|I have known eyes too full of tears 12242|To know whether they remembered spring, 12242|But we must leave them to remember. 12242|I have known hands enough to twine, 12242|Yet that they took too small a theme 12242|I never told. 12242|I have known feet too little smart, 12242|Yet in their landing they should dance 12242|Sweet feet so fleet. 12242|I never told, for all my days, 12242|What hands' and feet' caresses, 12242|But all that I have known I keep 12242|For a mystery. 12242|I never told myself how fair 12242|To be so full of doubt, -- 12242|Yet in me lying, day by day, 12242|And day by day, 12242|I felt it lay. 12242|The rose was red and the ling 12242|It brought to every heart; 12242|But it brought its own fierce secret 12242|Beyond the scent. 12242|I never told my secret there; 12242|I only knew 12242|How good it was to hold it, 12242|And warm its breath. 12242|There's a flower that leaps and pours 12242|When the day is at its noon 12242|And turns to a rose 'neath the night, -- 12242|How can I say? 12242|Too good! the rose is red to speak, 12242|The ling its very praise, 12242|But in the face of God how glad 12242|It blushed the right way! 12242|There's a flower that drinks in the breeze, 12242|And leaves the chill of the trees, 12242|And seems a friend, a welcome, at heart, -- 12242|Ah, love, how sweet! 12242|I never said how fair it was, -- 12242|I only knew, -- 12242|No, never, good Lord, it rose 12242|To heaven, as the spring to the deep, -- 12242|With this my answer. 12242|If I should bid you fly to my side, 12242|And you should die awhile, ======================================== SAMPLE 940 ======================================== 1280|The house of their parents, and here, 1280|And now we see no more the garden, 1280|And now, the garden is gone." 1280|Then it happened that one day, one summer morning, 1280|A child came from the garden, 1280|And, in the sun, the boy--who had been 1280|The master and the schoolmaster-- 1280|Forgot his lessons, and his schoolwork, 1280|And entered the schoolroom through the garden, 1280|And stood there long at attention, 1280|And seemed to learn the lessons: 1280|And when the teacher saw him, he exclaimed: 1280|"How's now, Johnny? See, the lesson, 1280|A new neighbor's lesson, 1280|Taught to me from a boy to-day." 1280|And the boy then stood in the sun 1280|And heard the man, the master, saying: 1280|"How's now, Johnny? Is my hand good? 1280|I'll teach you the word learning; 1280|How's now, my old boy? See, the leaf 1280|Is being carried away from the stem 1280|And into the leafy tree!" 1280|One day a stranger came from the street: 1280|He did not have a coat on; 1280|And, as the street-dog lay 1280|Pregnant with his load of knowledge, 1280|He came to the school, that is the school. 1280|And the teacher spoke to the boy: 1280|"I will teach you a word learning; 1280|I will teach you the word finding." 1280|The boy had a mind for this; 1280|And the teacher said: "Go in and find, 1280|If you have a mind for it, 1280|And teach you the word finding." 1280|The child carried his father's books, 1280|To that school of the stars; 1280|And he found the word: "Look," he said, 1280|"Oh! see how the light moves! 1280|They are all of these a leaf, you see, 1280|Of the new green, you see, 1280|Of these, a star, a mushroom, 1280|Of the earth a rose." 1280|The next day: "See, the star moves 1280|In the purple sky above; 1280|And the purple star you see, 1280|Ding-a-dong, ding-a-dong 1280|Is the child's friend." 1280|"And," the teacher went on, "see, 1280|I have no coat or coat-a, 1280|And I do not wear my hat." 1280|And the boy looked up at the sky, 1280|And the star came trembling to: 1280|"How does it know that the earth's 1280|Star is shining over?" 1280|Then the teacher looked at the child: 1280|"Oh, Johnny, the earth's star is 1280|A bright word in the human heart." 1280|Saying this the boy found the leaf: 1280|"Oh, see you the star, my star?" 1280|The child knew the word learning; 1280|And the teacher said: "It is searching 1280|For a leaf of the world." 1280|Then the boy carried the leaf 1280|To the star, into the star, 1280|Ding-a-dong, ding-a-dong: 1280|"We are then the leaf and the words." 1280|This boy dreamed the dream of the nightingale 1280|Till a long time after, with his head 1280|Bowed in thought, in the old-time forest, 1280|And with his own dark dreams, he sang 1280|To his song-birds in his empty house, 1280|And dreamily found the meaning in 1280|The words he saw in the rose and the stone. 1280|In the spring, the birds were singing gay: 1280|"We are happy, my love, in spring. 1280|We are glad, 1280|Where our home is made and the leaves are falling." 1280|But when the leaves that were swinging in the wind 1280|Were swept down by the tempest and perished 1280 ======================================== SAMPLE 950 ======================================== 1279|The King of Wales is a very clever fellow; 1279|He's sly as a cat, and a thief as well, 1279|He's like to set round a lamb a score, 1279|To take and turn round, and a-mimicking her tone. 1279|But to crown my Lord of Leven's min' fun, 1279|He's just like a dunce in w'at he can do; 1279|He's all in a twirl if he's going to be tail, 1279|For the man that heaps things at Lord Brougham's feet. 1279|Lord of the Whinnybone and the Hooplebooroo! 1279|You're a wit all as fine as Sir Thomas Suckly, 1279|And I'll venture to say, in my noddle, 1279|That when all the rest are out to piss, 1279|Then your Lord of Leven is just the man to go. 1279|Now, the best and the brightest of our ancestors, 1279|Who bore the race formerly known as Bow-wow-wow, 1279|Were all of one gender, and of one sex, 1279|And yet they were men of many other breeds, 1279|And more and more there was variation in their breed. 1279|For example, of the male, who was black and of white, 1279|There was also a fair breed of females all over the country; 1279|And yet 'tis a fact that the best men of the day 1279|Were all of one sex and of one species, 1279|And yet they were men of many hundreds thro many centuries. 1279|So there never was anything like it--there never was, 1279|In any age or clime, a breed like to the first: 1279|All were of one sex and of one sex combination-- 1279|So, you see, they were men of many hundreds, 1279|That were all of one sex, and of many thousands, 1279|Whose species combination was myriad times more numerous than yours. 1279|In every locality from Cornwall to the Cape, 1279|There were divers sorts of males, and divers sorts of females, 1279|In every locality and every rank and class; 1279|For example, of the first five generations, 1279|There were divers sorts of weds, and divers sorts of brides; 1279|In every locality, and every rank and class, 1279|There were divers sorts of housings, and divers sorts of shoes. 1279|And therefore in every locality and rank and class, 1279|There was variation, combination, and change of occupation: 1279|There were divers sorts of women, and divers sorts of men, 1279|In every county and every town and town-house too. 1279|The first five generations were all of one sex; 1279|And this was probably why before the time of the fifth, 1279|There were divers sorts of brides, and divers sorts of men; 1279|For example, in the first five generations, 1279|The wife was the opposite of the husband--most probably; 1279|And the husband was usually a bachelor, or a man, 1279|With another wife, and the same sex as his wife, 1279|In every county and every town and town-house too. 1279|In every county and every town and town-house too, 1279|There were divers variations of dress and apparel; 1279|Some were dressed in crape, and crape-cloths and bonnets, 1279|Some in kirtles, and some in hose and hose-at-heel; 1279|Some in high-heels, and some low-heels, and some hose-nigh-loose, 1279|Some in high-heels, and some in hose-nigh-loose; 1279|And some wore noddles trimmed with blue or white, 1279|And some with knobs, and some with rings, and some with rings; 1279|And therefore there was plenty of noddles for all ranks and classes. 1279|The last five generations (which I shall say was one 1279|generation before the last), were all somewhat further off 1279|than the last, and thus left me to interpret 1279|The names of the divers divers divers generations. 1279|A woman in red and white was as happy as a girl; 1279| ======================================== SAMPLE 960 ======================================== 26333|Was like a world of meaning in that one word 26333|The spirit must define to be understood. 26333|I would not try to write the story here 26333|That you have heard! 26333|I could but linger till the story should 26333|Leap from your heart to mine, and strike aloft 26333|The magic of your name, and make your heart 26333|Re-echo there for aye, and for a while-- 26333|Then let me go. 26333|I have made all my choice, 26333|And, having chosen, my choice is--to be 26333|A shadow or a feeling, a shadow or a feeling, 26333|Whatever the moment may bring us; 26333|And I am satisfied. 26333|A shadow or a feeling, a shadow or a feeling, 26333|Should strike up somewhere from the depths of thought 26333|And die away, and then pass again; 26333|But not all shadows are effaced. 26333|There is a little thing 26333|That glimmers in your glances and your looks, 26333|And not a thing that glimmers in my heart. 26333|The beauty of your life has lifted me 26333|Higher and higher since this evening, 26333|From the low earth that I had walked upon 26333|To the worlds and worlds' offspring that are there, 26333|Till my own spirit's atmosphere is spread-- 26333|The air that dwells in your clear and gentle eyes, 26333|The breath of your clear and gentle voice. 26333|I feel the presence of a being there 26333|That knows me by my clear and gentle name; 26333|And, when I bend from the Earth's border, in awe, 26333|You seem to stand before me as a God; 26333|But how could you know me from a God. 26333|My heart has long dwelt on a strange, unknown power 26333|That has come down from the sky on high, 26333|To touch down with a sudden touch, an impulse strong, 26333|On men and women and all beasts and plants, 26333|Save only you, the one in a world of two. 26333|In the vast and boundless firmament 26333|There are four courts of all motion, 26333|And after their decree each court obeys 26333|In its quiet time for its rest: 26333|The hour of dreams and slumbers is this, 26333|After the song of birds and the swarm 26333|Of flying insects, the prime 26333|And primeval of all moments: 26333|Time's fleetest chaser flies upon the wing, 26333|And he sweeps away our dreams in one swift bound, 26333|Until our world goes dim as the sea. 26333|This is the hour of dreams and slumber, 26333|The hour that heralds the dawn of day, 26333|The sun, the rose and the gold-hearted air. 26333|Then, like a flood from a mountain's brow, 26333|Strange music sweeps over the earth, 26333|A song of opulence and peace and love. 26333|This is the hour for dreams and slumber; 26333|This is the hour for smiles and songs, 26333|This is the hour for dreams and slumber! 26333|The night has come, and the stars are shining; 26333|The garden is full of their perfume; 26333|A thousand bright forms are floating in the air: 26333|The night has come, and the stars are shining. 26333|The little birds are singing the greatest songs. 26333|A thousand golden fires are being kindled 26333|In this house where love and music thrive. 26333|A thousand hearts are stirring to and fro. 26333|My father's a rich man, and my mother's a dowager; 26333|But the people in our town are all the same in our eyes, 26333|My father's a nobleman, my mother's a widow; 26333|But the people in this town are many and happy, 26333|My father's a soldier, my mother's a school-girl. 26333|And the music we listen to is of the clarion, 26333|And of the organ good and stately; 26333|And I love to hear the notes of the strinding, 26333|And the psalm of the ======================================== SAMPLE 970 ======================================== 21016|Sought the fair ones when they were asleep, 21016|Sought the bright-eyed maidens, the pure ones, 21016|And the lovely ones, one beside the others. 21016|Then I said, "O gentle friend, and gentle, 21016|Tell me, my child,--what is it, this thing 21016|That ye come with in the light-hearted way, 21016|And come in the dance?"--"It was an offering 21016|We prayed for here, when we were asleep 21016|In the shadow of the limes that fringed 21016|Our window-panes--sunsetted innocence 21016|And purity and beauty and lightness." 21016|"O child, thy face, thy voice, all speak me!"-- 21016|"Ah, all speak me through and through"----"But it is 21016|That we who walk with God, and walk with him 21016|Must walk in the light of the sun, and walk, 21016|By dint of daily labour, day by day; 21016|And that the light, the light of God we draw 21016|From things that have a shadow; it is we, 21016|Not they, who gather God's light, not they who walk." 21016|So saying, I turned, as some may turn 21016|To sniff the breath of a new hearth, 21016|And in that moment knew the light, 21016|The light of sunsets overpast, 21016|By sense of which, by day and night, 21016|Their uncertain home, their bed of bliss, 21016|And night's dim day, their sleep in manger slept. 21016|I thought of thee, of thee, O Earth, my mother; 21016|Of thy dark arms, and of thy deep ravine, 21016|And thought of the deep night, that fell on me, 21016|And of the dark days, and the dark wind after, 21016|And of the night-fog, and the white moon-white, 21016|Like a mist in the fields and hollow tree-tops, 21016|And I arose, and walked, and thought, and walked. 21016|A wind in the morning, 'ware you were not there, 21016|A gust of the wind in the morning? 21016|The wind in the morning it swept and it swept, 21016|The gust of the wind in the morning? 21016|As black as the ghost in the dim night-fog 21016|The dark wind in the morning it died, 21016|When the wind in the morning it swept and it swept. 21016|"I have seen you in dreams, you lady white, 21016|I have watched you in dreams, my lady, 21016|I have known you in dreams, you lady gray, 21016|And never shall know you when men call you dead. 21016|But the spirit of life there's nothing can stay, 21016|It has swept over the hill and the glen; 21016|It will sweep until it sweeps again, 21016|And wipe away, and cover, and break 21016|All the waste of the waste of the waste of the waste." 21016|The spirit of life! It is not for me. 21016|The spirit of life, it is not for me 21016|To wield the sword, while these fools shall dance 21016|And blunder, and blunder still! 21016|I am weary of the spirit of life 21016|And the light that the spirit of life gives; 21016|A night of stars may cover my face 21016|And sleep may come not for me, 21016|But for you. 21016|And then, I think, the spirit of life 21016|May come to meet you, and help you, and stay 21016|To help and heal and bless you. 21016|We know not whence we came, or whither; 21016|We only know we have travelled 21016|A long, long way together. 21016|We only know we have travelled together; 21016|We cannot go back and come to know 21016|If a dream or a glimpse of the Past 21016|Hath cast a glory on the way we go, 21016|Or a sadness or a gleam of the Future 21016|That can never be named. 21016|We only know we have travelled together, ======================================== SAMPLE 980 ======================================== 3473|For now no time I leave to wait. 3473|For now, like fire in midnight, thou 3473|Fruit of our agony, awake! 3473|Breathe on, for life is like a sigh, 3473|Like fire, like wine, like ocean, 3473|The fountain of immortal love. 3473|I will my body bleed for thee. 3473|Beseech thee, for thou art my life. 3473|O Death, in this the hour of death, 3473|Thy spirit I will give to thee. 3473|Let this great agony pass; 3473|I will forget thee and thy name. 3473|Thou art my soul, and wilt not die. 3473|Thou art more to me than life. 3473|All my life I will not let thee go, 3473|Thou hast my peace and life. 3473|Thou art the temple of my hope, 3473|Where I kneel at thy shrine; 3473|Give me to do thy will obeying, 3473|Nor let God's hand dissever. 3473|There I will breathe and sleep, 3473|Praying that the Lord will take 3473|My soul to the realms above 3473|Where thou wilt in glory dwell! 3473|The stars shall go down and roll away forever, 3473|And the world pass away to new beginnings, 3473|When thou dost stand in the light of morn. 3473|I will arise with thy breath on my eyelids, 3473|And make thee my vow and bond of love. 3473|I will come forth every eve and go to thee 3473|With my secret of mysteries, 3473|And my love will be quenched from mine ear, 3473|And my soul be forgotten. 3473|And I will be to thee a thing apart, 3473|With thy love for ever unbound. 3473|The sea shall cover thee beneath its waves, 3473|And it shall be all my pleasure 3473|For ever with thy name in my heart, 3473|And for my soul thy image. 3473|I will draw my life to thee 3473|And draw it to thee from the day, 3473|From the night, when every cloud 3473|Doth hide thy glory. 3473|From joy and hope, from sorrow, 3473|From woe, and pleasure, and pain, 3473|From the pain that thou hast shown me, 3473|And the pleasure that thou hast brought. 3473|I will keep this promise 3473|Since I am thy spirit, O, 3473|No word shall sever, no thought grieve thee, 3473|Never word say thee nay! 3473|Thou art my heart, my heaven, my life. 3473|Thou canst not lose me. 3473|The sea is all about me and my soul is wet-- 3473|It is raining on the earth, and upon me it rains. 3473|My soul is sick with pain, I cannot see-- 3473|What will come of it, 3473|That I have gone from thee! 3473|Thou knowest I have sought thee oft with tears of pain. 3473|Thou knowest that I have given thee my life's last breath; 3473|Thou knowest that my last breath was for thee, 3473|But it is night already, 3473|Now I go in search of thee. 3473|Let me nevermore 3473|Be heard or seen by thee, 3473|For thine is now the earth, 3473|And my soul goes hence, 3473|And mine the heaven above-- 3473|O my God, who only art 3473|The true God and not the same. 3473|Behold, how the cloud 3473|Hath drowned all my thoughts! 3473|The wind blows overhead, 3473|And the clouds are white as snow. 3473|Now I feel as if 3473|I were drowned in seas 3473|Of thoughts that fly 3473|About my soul. 3473|O my God! O let me live! 3473|And be where thou art now. 3473|The night is here below: 3473|No hand for light! 3473|O my soul! I would be 3473| ======================================== SAMPLE 990 ======================================== 29594|I saw a little boy just as tall as my own, 29594|He was so pretty, too, in a wreath of his hair, 29594|And I wished him a very happy Christmas-day. 29594|A little child was sitting on the ground 29594|Under the tree; 29594|He could not see the sunlight shining through 29594|The little boy's open window-pane 29594|On the little tree-top. 29594|He was listening to some one singing 29594|In the shade,-- 29594|And the dark trees, by the brooklet overhead, 29594|Were whispering to the brooklet's song; 29594|And the little boy sang as he sate 29594|By the window-sill: 29594|"It's a merry Christmas to-day!" 29594|He had a little snow-white toy 29594|That shone in the little boy's hand,-- 29594|But that little toy was out of reach 29594|For a little child like him. 29594|Now he sat down at that window-pane, 29594|He would sit and play there all day long; 29594|And the dark trees, by the brooklet overhead, 29594|Would whisper to each other near by, 29594|As the little child played. 29594|"Now he sits there in the little snow-white box-- 29594|It is warm outside; 29594|But inside he must keep his toy cold 29594|Lest some one come and play with it!" 29594|So there sat a little dark-blue mouse 29594|Where the window sat. 29594|"Now if I put my hand inside of that box, 29594|I can see inside, too, that little girl! 29594|Or, better yet, if I wish inside, 29594|I can reach inside of the window!" 29594|It was a little brown dog, 29594|His face was hidden; 29594|And he went to the door of the window 29594|That was thrown out behind him, 29594|And he said, "Who is that calling? 29594|I heard you call--who is it calling?" 29594|It was a little blue dog, 29594|Its eyes were hidden; 29594|But he peeped out of the window, 29594|And he answered, "Who is that coming? 29594|I hear the merry rustle of flax 29594|About the little leaves--who is it come?" 29594|A little brown cat 29594|Looked out of her window-pane; 29594|The flowers on the bushes by her feet 29594|Were dancing a jig. 29594|She said, "The little birdie on the tree!" 29594|And she danced and leaped about; 29594|And when she had danced all the day 29594|She said, "I think I shall marry him!" 29594|A little brown cat, 29594|His hair was silvery fine; 29594|But the day he was born 29594|Says the cat, "I don't know what he will be! 29594|But I never can tell yet!" 29594|He loved the earth so very much 29594|He brought a sheep-hook home; 29594|And he sings till it has tired me out 29594|To hear the little mouse. 29594|He walked up and down 29594|Within the wall: 29594|He would not let me go 29594|To the tree-stump: 29594|And many a time I cried 29594|So cold and still 29594|He never came back. 29594|The little dog with his velvet paws and the little rabbit with his 29594|hands that are brown and white, 29594|The little dog with his velvet paws; 29594|The little dog with his velvet paws. 29594|The little dog with a nose that's thin and a curly tail, 29594|with a little belly, and a big brown head,-- 29594|They were playing round the cottage-door-- 29594|Tossin' the ball,-- 29594|They was playing the cricket-match, 29594|And they went and hid behind the shed,-- 29594|The little dog with velvet paws,-- 29594|And little dog with his velvet paws. 29594|The little ======================================== SAMPLE 1000 ======================================== 1151|On the cross of Christ and on his cross. 1151|What have I done since I came from the sea? 1151|What have I brought you here from the end of the world? 1151|Have you forgotten your sorrows, your sorrows that are done? 1151|Or have you cast your sorrows into a new trouble 1151|That grows up out of all your sorrows? 1151|Be the sun and rain, 1151|Be the wind and storm, 1151|Be the sea and be the sky: 1151|For it is the day with the hour of the day. 1151|The old church, at the dawn, 1151|Stood on the level sand, 1151|The old church, at the dawn, 1151|The old church stood by the pier, 1151|The old church stood by the pier, 1151|The old church stood on the level sand. 1151|The water shone in the sand: 1151|The sea's white teeth 1151|Swilled the yellow salt 1151|From his teeth to his face, 1151|From the waves to his feet. 1151|All night long the stars went down 1151|In the east, 1151|And the winds with their cries 1151|Made the sea cry, 1151|And the waves cried to the rocks: 1151|"Behold, the day of our wrath!" 1151|But the waves came no more 1151|To the church by the pier, 1151|For the night was over and done: 1151|The stars stood still on the sand. 1151|The church is gone, the bells 1151|And all the music, 1151|And the sea-bird's song. 1151|The stars are gone, the bells 1151|And the wild sea-bird, 1151|So the winds go down 1151|And the sea-bird's song. 1151|God save the Red Church! 1151|God save the Red Church! 1151|When the Red Church in the harbour town 1151|Was once a famous fortress, 1151|And its towers were strong and tall, 1151|It gave up all in fear: 1151|"For the fear of battle-din, 1151|For a broken-hearted King." 1151|The tide of fortune then ran wild 1151|And the Red Church was overbuilt, 1151|And now it is a heap of sand, 1151|And now a terrible ruin. 1151|The sea now takes up the story: 1151|"For a lost love to greet, 1151|And the Red Church is a ruined pile, 1151|A dreadful ruin and quake-proof." 1151|(He was a noble knight, 1151|It was the famous story: 1151|For the love of his sweetheart, 1151|And his blood for her sake.) 1151|He rode a-hunting, 1151|And the King with his retinue 1151|Was out hunting of wild deer, 1151|At the dawn of day. 1151|The Red Knight spake to his horse 1151|In a gentle tone, 1151|"I'll give you the best of me. 1151|"If we have a better game 1151|Than the red deer I'll show you, 1151|The grasshopper's song, 1151|Fly for your lives, John, 1151|And I'll catch the bird you fancy 1151|To the castle I'm to ride. 1151|I'll shoot it in the castle tower 1151|I'll give you the best of me, 1151|And a valiant knight shall ride 1151|In the pride of his true love." 1151|The horse turned him right about 1151|To a sharp right turn, 1151|And his head dropped down to his heel, 1151|As he came down to the ground, 1151|For it was the castle's day. 1151|(I must go to the window for my lamp 1151|And for food to make me better. 1151|There is nought to make me better but my glass 1151|Which drops of red, as I go). 1151|The knight went down to the cell at the door 1151|That was a little way away, 1151|With a horse on his arm, but with a heart und ======================================== SAMPLE 1010 ======================================== 2110|Shall go to make the world and earth as great as the sky; 2110|But we shall not be mighty with the times that lie ahead, 2110|Nor bring the glory of the past unto the present day. 2110|We are not all the saints that we had been in the olden 2110|And the early days, when the spirit of man was free and free 2110|From the fetters that control and the fetters that endure. 2110|We are not half the heroes he was in his prime when first 2110|His high heart was the limit of man's potential strength. 2110|His deeds have been heard in each succeeding time, 2110|But his name still echoes from coast to coast; 2110|His heart still runs through the sands, to find a grave 2110|In the sea of blood that flows under every sand; 2110|And still his work unfulfilled, and the spirit languished, 2110|Leads us to a nobler yet, and a God-sent race. 2110|O'er the death-worn lines our hands have been folded, our souls 2110|Were as the young blood, when the spirit is in the veins; 2110|On our lips the tear-drop of self-forgetfulness, 2110|And our hearts no longer yearning after the rest. 2110|We are not great; yet this is not our boast; 2110|We were born for greatness, and we rose 2110|To greatness,--and we leave our spirits bare 2110|In the grave of our brothers, and must stand 2110|Together for another crown for men. 2110|Our fathers have stood fast by their children 2110|And kept their right to guard their ancient rights, 2110|And we should follow them still, and be free. 2110|There was never an hour of our proud youth 2110|When the hope was not of one great goal; 2110|We had not lost the sense of self-command, 2110|Forgetting in the hour of strife and pain, 2110|And giving our best, as a nation, to the best, 2110|And taking our flag and crown from our brothers' hands, 2110|When it was on a moment's worth of both, 2110|And our fathers' lives that we must save. 2110|And the time of our proud youth may yet come, 2110|When we fight like the children of a foe, 2110|Or stand for the freedom of a new world. 2110|But we should be fighting to the last, 2110|And there is no use, for example, in boasting 2110|Of our strength, or boasting of our speed; 2110|The world is ready, there is less to do, 2110|And less to say, and more to do. 2110|Our fathers saw the days when the world 2110|Was ready for the pride of a free race; 2110|They had heard the cry of the hunted race 2110|That cried from a world that would dare none; 2110|They had seen the dark ages of sin 2110|And death-confusion sweep the earth, 2110|They had seen old kingdoms fall apart; 2110|They had known that the work of the world 2110|Had been for the weak and the despised. 2110|Then they came out in the ancient fashion, 2110|And the old gods took up the story too, 2110|For the sake of the brave and the fair. 2110|They had seen the work of the old gods done. 2110|They saw that the world was ready for their feet. 2110|So they went forth with the ancient faith 2110|And the spirit of trust and of fame, 2110|And they went to their graves without song 2110|With the promise of a brighter morn. 2110|We are only a name, a fleeting air, 2110|Of some unimportant thing that is not our own; 2110|But it were better, they say, to be forgot 2110|Than ever we should be forgotten to-day. 2110|What, if the whole world should suddenly forget 2110|Who are the heroes of time that have risen and died? 2110|For we were but a fleeting and airy thing. 2110|Yet I smile to think that to-day the old stories 2110|Will all fade in the passing of time away. 2110|But I think, ======================================== SAMPLE 1020 ======================================== 19385|Oh! my young love, oh! my sweet, sweet, sweet love, 19385|The clouds lie low o'er the mountain's brow, 19385|The wind sings low ower the water-spray, 19385|The water-flower, the lily dear, is dead. 19385|Oh! when to thy dwelling he comes, my own, 19385|At the sweet hush that his love doth give; 19385|For my spirit doth rise up at his call, 19385|To feel the world-fount's rapture anew. 19385|Oh! my young love, oh! my sweet, sweet, sweet, 19385|Oh! hush! for my heart doth yearn and burn, 19385|And his feet doth tremble when they tread on 19385|Its depths where he loved to wander o'er. 19385|The streamlet, it murmurs in the stream, 19385|To the mountain's breast does point and glide; 19385|Its billows are warm as the hand of care, 19385|And the river hisses as with affright. 19385|Oh! hush! for my heart doth lean on his heart, 19385|And each sense is with pain oppressed, 19385|And every feeling in sadness doth float 19385|To his breast where my love is dead. 19385|I would love to be wedded to thee, 19385|The fairest flower that ever sprung; 19385|But tho' my soul should be woo'd to thee, 19385|My heart would not tell me nay; 19385|For I loved thee for thy lovely eyes 19385|Tho' far away as the sea, and thy brow's 19385|Green smile I would have all to love, 19385|If I had thee, my dear, my true love mine, 19385|And I might but see thee once in my life! 19385|"The lily's dead with its beauty so long hid, 19385|'Tis hard to part with its bloom!"- 19385|But a kiss from the young, my sweet lily-bell, 19385|Would charm to his heart again, 19385|And a word of the old sage (who in days of old 19385|Cried out against a tyrant, "Poisoner!") 19385|Would teach him to love the brave. 19385|But a kiss from the young, my sweet lily-bell, 19385|Would bring back the dew on his cheek, 19385|And a hint from the old sage's old countenance, 19385|Would teach him to love the brave. 19385|The sun is up, the daffodils are up 19385|Singing in the morning air; 19385|And sweet is the cry of the sun-flower 19385|From the nest where the robin is. 19385|O'er hill and o'er dale, from Clare's shore, 19385|All flower-like the daffodils spring; 19385|And sweet is the cry from the Clare crest, 19385|Like the laugh of a joyous girl. 19385|The dearest friend of our youthful days, 19385|Though we loved him not, as you do, 19385|Was a flower that loved his friend alone, 19385|And could never rebel; it died, O Lord, with a tear, 19385|That touched the heart of the dear, young mother. 19385|My youth's long life is o'er; I'm old, O fair, 19385|And weary of life's sorrow; 19385|I'd gladly be laid where the wood-sorrels weep 19385|By the boughs of the elm tree tall. 19385|I would loiter around in my boyish pride, 19385|The winds would whisper to me, 19385|And a tear would well clear a darkened way, 19385|For dear Mary, my comrade, and wife. 19385|The dearest friend of my youth to the grave, 19385|And a dear wife, my bosom's pride, 19385|My little blue eyes would hide from the sun, 19385|My little red lips would be mute. 19385|If God were not only near but near, 19385|And life no longer bemoan; 19385|'Twere a life that would never be old, 19385|And all life have passed ======================================== SAMPLE 1030 ======================================== 30687|She stood by the fountain-side, as the sun sank down. 30687|_She_ did not seem to look back, she did not seem to hear 30687|The footsteps of _her_ pass. 30687|She did not heed them, she did not question; 30687|_She_ walked where_ he walked, or stood by his side 30687|With a smile that was deep as tears. 30687|There was nothing to fear; 30687|From her brow the shadow, and she knew 30687|'Twas he who was there to protect her. 30687|_She_ felt that "he loved her." There was more 30687|In _her_ heart far than words would fathom, 30687|Too vast for words to tell. 30687|A great red light--a gleam like fire-- 30687|Glowed thro' the linden-glade, and all 30687|The night was lit by its flash, the gleam 30687|That came from his hand. 30687|And he, who had loved her in that hour, 30687|Felt, now and then, a magic stir 30687|Like that at the edge of the linden-glade. 30687|And then, a silence fell over her, 30687|And she went back to the fountain-side. 30687|And _I_ went back, that sudden light went out; 30687|But the lassie was not afraid, 30687|She smiled on the sunlight, and laughed and sang-- 30687|_For she was so beautiful._ 30687|_And she was so beautiful, and she 30687|Was the fairest thing that ever was seen!_ 30687|The last light faded from the lassie's eyes, 30687|And she went back to the fountain-side. 30687|_For she was _the wonder child that had lived_,_ 30687|_The wonder child that had died with love_, 30687|_The wonder child whose love was the light of heaven_, 30687|_And whose head was the wonder-book._ 30687|And she was the wonder child that had died. 30687|_And her soul was its prayer-book, and one_ 30687|_Whispered--"Let us go up to God!"_ 30687|The day was hot and dry, 30687|And hot and dry it would go 30687|On this last white morn of June. 30687|And the white morn was bright and clear, 30687|Like a glowing diamond spark, 30687|When she went to school next day 30687|Down by the sea. 30687|And the sun came up the day after 30687|To watch the school-house; 30687|And this is what she said at last 30687|When her Uncle from the wood 30687|Came up the hill again: 30687|"Now, I shall be a beautiful flower 30687|Under the sky." 30687|The teacher came up the hill 30687|To give her answer sure, 30687|"O my beautiful flowers, why this joy 30687|That you cry in vain? 30687|"For your pain-sweet eyes were born," said he, 30687|And when the flowers were gone 30687|The teacher started up the hill, 30687|And started up the slope 30687|To the light of the earth. 30687|And down across the sunny land 30687|The little school-house lay: 30687|There never came to this long June morn 30687|A happier school-bell toll. 30687|And up through the leaves the pines bent down 30687|And said, I wonder if she is come. 30687|And the leaves fell round the house, and still 30687|She waited by the door, 30687|And waited and waited with her breath, 30687|As if some other day. 30687|But now the leaves again were spread 30687|To meet her coming as before-- 30687|Like tall withered oaks, 30687|That have forgotten the first word they said, 30687|Till the winds sing all day. 30687|And at its base the school-house stood 30687|With black ivy tangled there, 30687|As if they hoped that when she came 30687|The way they waited long. 30687|The ivy broke ======================================== SAMPLE 1040 ======================================== 4272|In thy own hour we shall take all, 4272|For man, like thee, in time of pain 4272|Saw the great peace of God arrayed 4272|In lowly, lowly obedience. 4272|"And when, in sorrow and in shame, 4272|I see that blessed angel's eye, 4272|How sweet each word, how sweet his touch! 4272|Who would not grieve, but see his God?" 4272|What could he say, but thou must weep? 4272|When he was placed upon earth's brow 4272|No man had power to bless thee now, 4272|Till the last tears dropped on his sight. 4272|And when that tear-drop touched his heart - 4272|O, no man had power to heal thee now, 4272|Till the last breath dropped on his breath. 4272|Then, not yet free, thy tears we drop, 4272|And we mourn not over thine to-morrow: 4272|The hour is God's--ay! that he might save 4272|His servant from the hour's offence. 4272|And, seeing thou hast loved Him best 4272|Whom all men hold of heavenly birth, 4272|Thou wilt not be with us then worse. 4272|But thou shalt be a Saviour here; 4272|And the angels, that have known and loved Him, 4272|Will praise, and honour, and obey, 4272|Lifting the Saviour's hand above. 4272|And he will teach His people in their- 4272|wailing and their sorrowing- 4272|When they have seen Him, He will be there- 4272|The Saviour, and the Saviour's bride. 4272|And thou wilt have thine own children, 4272|And every child by His side, 4272|That in His word He hath prepared 4272|To aid His people in their need. 4272|"The Saviour, the great Saviour, that doth appear 4272|To-day with His dear Child Jesus has appeared, 4272|The Lord of all Life, the Lord of all Death, 4272|That in all countries of the earth hath place; 4272|From all kingdoms, all tongues, He comes to greet His own; 4272|He comes, He cometh, and the hour is come 4272|That He who came to earth to crown our need 4272|Shall come again to save us from our sin. 4272|"Now we can bear to look on Jesus--oh, 4272|I am so glad! He doth come to win and save: 4272|It was not meet, the very worst of men 4272|Might turn his face from such a sight as this. 4272|No man is so sure of peace except he see 4272|The Saviour at hand, to whom his soul shall yearn. 4272|"In days to come I saw Him when He came 4272|From prison, bound, our sin's elect, to set 4272|His people free from sin and death replete, 4272|And from the cruel bondage of their chains to share 4272|His Father's mightier dominion than we know. 4272|He met me at the hour, he taught me of me 4272|In every thing, how that he might be my sire, 4272|And I be heedless of all which others own, 4272|So that, by mine own fair choice, my son should bear 4272|A Father's love, to make his own the Saviour's friend: 4272|"But now in secret, still as then, I see 4272|The glorious Saviour come to his own again. 4272|Yet, ah, how swift that time! It takes and takes 4272|The precious time of love, and leaves us scarce 4272|A chance to live when hope is lost, while debt 4272|Is left unpaid, while hunger in the soul is rife. 4272|"And yet, dear mother, no man lives there now 4272|Whose life we deem not lived, though his heart cease: 4272|The hope he gave to leave the earth is flown, 4272|The faith he walked, life slips away from him and wears. 4272|"For all our talk of life is but an act, 4272|A breath, an hour, a moment, and our ======================================== SAMPLE 1050 ======================================== 1365|And said: "This the story of the night 1365|Of the man who lived in Bethlehem?" 1365|They lifted him from the sofa, 1365|Answered him in words of wonder: 1365|"This the story of that holy man, 1365|Who in the days to come shall be heard 1365|In words of prophecy repeating: 1365|When the sun is darkened and aweary, 1365|And darkness overpainteth all the leaves, 1365|He comes and touches hands with Adam, 1365|And brings him to this pond beside the Garden, 1365|And bids him clear his sins with the baptismal word." 1365|Then the young man began to speak: 1365|"I, from my heart, now curse the hour 1365|That has brought me into this house; 1365|My sins are washed away,--the more thanks 1365|I pray to have from this father's face! 1365|The more I love this father, more 1365|I blaspheme my sins with him, who knows 1365|No punishment worse than having him!" 1365|And then the stranger said again: 1365|"He is a man of letters, you suppose; 1365|He did a good deed, did I? But these 1365|Are all of falsehoods, who have twisted round 1365|Their tongues with falsehood, while I said 1365|My verses! Behold, the man is dead, 1365|In the grave, and thus I heard him say! 1365|The man shall go again, not when 1365|The Holy Spirit, which was the man, 1365|Is washed from sin away, as he has given 1365|His grace to remove the stains of blood. 1365|No, he who blasphemed, shall not be here 1365|In Bethlehem on the day of Moses, 1365|Thou shalt confess himself to no man; 1365|Or, if thou wilt, thou shalt have more praise 1365|When thou, when this man's body is laid 1365|In the grave, shall be a white lamb, not a dead." 1365|The Rabbi said, and turning to the people, said: 1365|"These words were spoken by Moses the Prophet, 1365|And from the grave has he been removed; 1365|For all his words were of Divine wisdom, 1365|But to his heart of hearts of Hebrews 1365|He said, 'In that time will I come to thee, 1365|When the Spirit, which is love, will have power 1365|To cleanse my soul. I will go with him, 1365|Be witness that I am in the land 1365|Which he foretold me. I will be there 1365|With the whole seed of Jesse, and be cleansed 1365|Within this people. And I will be cleansed, 1365|As he foretold me, while I had life, 1365|Or when I died, and therefore shall not 1365|Have cause to fear the judgments of the Lord. 1365|"But this man, whom we saw in Bethlehem 1365|And heard from Galilee, is grown old, 1365|And hath not been purified as God 1365|Or man had thought him when he came to check 1365|The pride of women. Therefore the man 1365|Sits on the cross the Jew shall surely die 1365|Before this day is ended. Behold, he sware, 1365|He sware it in his youth, but now he flinketh." 1365|Then in the presence of the Rabbi sat 1365|Zacharias, who was already dead 1365|To confession; and his body lay, 1365|Unburied, on the open grave. 1365|A mournful wail was heard, and at its head, 1365|The dying Rabbi, on a mound, was set; 1365|Whereon arose a second mass, and the 1365|The mass said, and benedictions were chanted 1365|And before the stone, with all its clods, 1365|He placed the cross. And then the Rabbi said: 1365|"Thus is it done in Jerusalem 1365|When thou shalt be resurrected from death; 1365|For thou hast heard from Mary the beautiful, 1365|In answer to thy call, the wond ======================================== SAMPLE 1060 ======================================== 5185|To the fish-lake of Pohyola, 5185|To the lake of honeyed Hiisi; 5185|Weep Iwi, weep upon Lempo, 5185|On the blue rock of Hiisi; 5185|Weep the god whose tears enrich; 5185|Weep the hero who subdued 5185|By his iron-handed arms 5185|This enfolding water-brook, 5185|By his magic hurl the rock 5185|To the upper deeps of Hiisi!" 5185|On the floor of clay they throw it, 5185|On the stone on which they write it, 5185|Spake these words in magic measures: 5185|"Lo-ye-Yo-Ru-Raka, son of Hiawatha, 5185|Take this magic measure, 5185|Words of ancient prowess! 5185|Put your senses into it, 5185|Take these mental forms into it, 5185|Turn to toe the enchanted drink 5185|Of the ancient, good, and wise Wabun!" 5185|As they twirl the mental measure, 5185|As they pour the mental formulae, 5185|Words of magic potency 5185|From the wizard's magic red beard 5185|Stream into the magic waters, 5185|Rainbow-colorful draughts of rum 5185|From the six-pending arts of brewing. 5185|Thus at midnight, hour of darkness, 5185|From the six-pending arts of brewing, 5185|Munchausen' of the spirit SAMURAI, 5185|Bitter his bitter sorrowful experiences, 5185|Tears flow to see the brewing measures, 5185|Casting him dark as night to HIAWASH, 5185|To the dancing-bower of Winansi, 5185|To the palace of the Song-element, 5185|To the home of ancient Wabun. 5185|There he sees the wizard fire-breather, 5185|There he eats the fruit of fire-fruit, 5185|Warm the water in the blue-smoke, 5185|Honey of the fire-flies, Sahwa; 5185|Nevermore to rise from Sahri 5185|To the glittering skies of Hiawatha, 5185|To the shining islands in the ocean, 5185|To his home in Winansi's honey-lands. 5185|True he sings no more of former loves, 5185|Sings no more of former partnerships; 5185|Beauty and truth the singer forsakes, 5185|Joys and dreams of CHEWBEL tree-top hollow, 5185|Thus again he sings to little honey-paws, 5185|Sings but one sweet thing, one only, 5185|Sings of the honey-pastoral flowers, 5185|Sings not of the meadows golden-rod, 5185|Nor the soft, corn-fields resting in slumbers. 5185|Young again the wizard sings of combing 5185|Sunny downs and forests of awaking, 5185|Of the golden balls in linden-groves, 5185|In the nooks of meadow-lands adorned 5185|With the purple blossoms of the ash, 5185|And the golden globes of chrysanthemum. 5185|As he sings, he flays and bleaches piarmate 5185|Peppers, onions, garlic, and ears of corn, 5185|For a meal to make his night's banquet. 5185|Straightway Hiawatha asks the artist, 5185|Places in his basket heaps of grain, 5185|Hangs himself to earth in alley lowly, 5185|Lays his hands and knees upon the rafters, 5185|Drops his baskets of grain into annihilation, 5185|Sings in low, third parts, low alto-dingule. 5185|Finally he hastens to the stable, 5185|Finds the black-frost of the winter gathering, 5185|In the center of high rafters framing; 5185|In the center a famine-gathered mass, 5185|In the center a man and his banditti, 5185|In the rafters great store of grain reaped from snow-sledge. 5185|Homeward goes the artist, homeward. 5 ======================================== SAMPLE 1070 ======================================== 1322|I want no light from the window-sill 1322|To tell me in what I hate to know. 1322|I am no more a man--my friend! 1322|I am no more a man than a dog! 1322|I am no more a man than a man! 1322|I am a man--I am a man! 1322|I shall have to be a man again, 1322|I am no more a man than a dog! 1322|I am a man and a man, 1322|A dog that cannot die, 1322|And that has to endure, 1322|A dog that has to die, to go down from the height of his life. 1322|If I die I am a dog again, 1322|I am no more a dog than a man! 1322|I am a dog that is not made at all to die, 1322|I am no more a dog than a man, 1322|I am a dog that is not made at all to die, 1322|I am no more than a dog! 1322|If the parson or the priest or the minister thinks I must die, 1322|They may kill me, and I would not it were, 1322|But if I cease to be you know the answer is "No." 1322|If the parson or the priest or the minister should kill me, 1322|I have power the death to extend for them. 1322|There was a woman came in an inn, 1322|And sat down on a chair, 1322|And she looked out the window and it stood before her on high. 1322|She bought a car for her husband, 1322|And put an engine in, 1322|And a horse for the steed, and a servant for the driver's chair. 1322|Where the water falls 1322|The river runs by this: 1322|I hope that you will say truly, 1322|And never go away, 1322|I am too tired from travelling, 1322|I am too faint from walking, 1322|The old, old river runs by this, 1322|With the flow of old years. 1322|If God should go away, 1322|I suppose I should go too, 1322|The rain would run in the boots instead of the rain. 1322|I'm not so many miles from home, 1322|When you ask for water, 1322|I'm not so many miles from you, 1322|When you are asking for bread. 1322|The old, old river runs by this, 1322|With the flow of old times, 1322|With a wind that's only kinder for your prayers, 1322|Not always, I confess. 1322|If God should go away, 1322|I fancy I should go too, 1322|The great, big gallows I would set up for one of his friends, 1322|I suppose, if he loved him, 1322|And I was the friend of his. 1322|A man that has not a clue 1322|How you will be soon, 1322|Your father and your mother, 1322|Your sister and your sister's child, 1322|Your little, but loving friend. 1322|The old, old river runs by this, 1322|With the flow of old times, 1322|With a wind that's only kinder for your prayers, 1322|Not always, I confess. 1322|To the day that comes and goes, 1322|The old, old river runs by this. 1322|But you don't understand, 1322|The old, old river runs by this. 1322|I am only a man like myself, 1322|Like a dog like yours, like a horse like yours, 1322|But you know better, oh, much better, much better; 1322|And your mother's friend and yours brother's brother, 1322|And sister too and dear, dear sister's sister, 1322|And even your little friend, for ever loving you. 1322|Your heart is always my heart, 1322|Your mind your mind, your self-will is mine, 1322|And your body mine yours, 1322|Your mind your mind, your body mine, not yours. 1322|And I speak of you, you that have gone in, 1322|By the hand long- ======================================== SAMPLE 1080 ======================================== 25340|No more to be his friends and friends of his. 25340|Let the old song ring upon their ear.-- 25340|So sings it--but a tune too sad-- 25340|"What need to woo? Love has departed." 25340|"Thy will be done, and thine be love: 25340|I have the bridegroom's will to live: 25340|And thou may'st say to me, 'Straightway,' 25340|Ere the poor wretch turn from my side, 25340|'I knew that dream of mine, which promised 25340|The bliss that I awaited on earth." 25340|So says he; but, as a true song must, 25340|Thus he sings; and to the young poet's strain 25340|A heart as true must be a truth, I hold. 25340|For every poet's will is God's command, 25340|And must be so till life's day is done: 25340|The will in man, as will his heart in man, 25340|Is of the world alone, or, in the right-- 25340|The heart, which moves when passions do run high; 25340|And this is true from birth to manhood's prime: 25340|But false when man has only a poor will. 25340|Then is the heart divine, because 'tis loved, 25340|And will but feel when love is in the breast; 25340|But false, through a meaner, darker life-span. 25340|This will it be, though all men sigh, "We have, 25340|And loved too well, and loved too long." 25340|I fear no man upon my earth below! 25340|Who loves but me, or who forgets me 25340|I love not--and my love was never vile: 25340|My love is like the love of children four, 25340|And, being seven, would love so small as four. 25340|Yet when there is such strong-lipped love in him 25340|To bid his kindred's children but his own, 25340|He only knows, or guesses on me, I dare 25340|To love too much, which is indeed my shame. 25340|But now that I have made love to thee, my fair, 25340|So good a lover seem I may be made 25340|To-morrow by the gods to love no more: 25340|For love I gave my blood that thou might'st find 25340|A richer and a sweeter wealth than kings 25340|Pleasing; what I give thee, give to thee, a queen. 25340|A queen's the gift of a princess--a crown-- 25340|Yet who has known a queen more beautiful? 25340|But the white soul of the rose is ever so, 25340|That, 'mid the rose's blisses, the rose doth seem 25340|To look a heartless thing when she is dead. 25340|When she lies cold upon her marble bed, 25340|The rose's pure breath is hushed and deep; 25340|With all its heart and soul she doth forego 25340|The morning-glory red upon her hair. 25340|O queenly rose! the maidens are not free-- 25340|The girls lie caged in women's prisons, 25340|And the men wait with the weary multitude. 25340|Their hands are stained with blood to the bone, 25340|And they wait till Love shall wane away. 25340|There are the cruel women in the street[xx] 25340|Whom the vulgar eye would deem so bright: 25340|Their life is like the dead that lie in graves; 25340|Their eyes are blinded with the lust of gold. 25340|Their hearts are hard and cold with the earth's strife-- 25340|Their blood is on the sword and their wrath in the air. 25340|There are the noble, the gay, the bold: 25340|They all are in the iron-wood cell, 25340|Or in the chains of some dead man's house. 25340|They are the guards o'er the gates of war, 25340|Or guard the gates of Love and Forgetfulness. 25340|There be the slaves in cities high--[xxiv] 25340|Their eyes as withered tears would be; 25340|Their hearts, which Love shall in a day unchain, 25340|And ======================================== SAMPLE 1090 ======================================== 22229|A fated man's despair! 22229|The world, 'tis said, 22229|Laugh'd wroth aye and cry 22229|The stranger in their midst: 22229|But he who spoke no word, 22229|And who came not where, 22229|Was mock'd aye and shorn 22229|From off the land with which he died. 22229|There's nothing like to love! 22229|The earth is full of it; 22229|And if the rose she grew 22229|On a spring-tide day, 22229|How sweet to hear the music clear! 22229|There's nothing like to love! 22229|There's joy in the best of times; 22229|And a smile in the tearful hours: 22229|And a face that's dear to see, 22229|If God so bless'd the scene, 22229|And gave the memory so to be. 22229|There's nothing like to love! 22229|The earth is full of it; 22229|And if the rose she grew 22229|On a spring-tide day, 22229|How sweet to hear the music clear! 22229|There's nothing like to love! 22229|There's good in the worst of times; 22229|And bitter, death, to befall: 22229|And in love the man attunes 22229|His ear with notes the sweetest can give. 22229|There's nothing like to love! 22229|Though it be hard to part, 22229|Yet, if God so pleas'd, the heart 22229|Can never again forget the song. 22229|There's nothing like to love! 22229|There's peace in the best of times, 22229|And pleasure in the tearful hours, 22229|And a smile in the singing-needle's way. 22229|There's nothing like to love! 22229|It 's not in song to grieve, 22229|It 's not in prayer to mourn, 22229|But, if God be with the hapless wight, 22229|And all that makes the heaven smile, 22229|There 's something in the song that makes us share 22229|The grief that we must share, or we die. 22229|There 's nothing like to love! 22229|When the bright sun is gone, 22229|And stars, with their glory, 22229|Arouse the earth-ponds; 22229|Sweet, pleasant, wondrous is the light 22229|That shines on him that 's awa'! 22229|When the fair spring comes back in the air, 22229|And clouds hide the sun-- 22229|O! be the moment joyous to me 22229|As the fleeting flower! 22229|Blithe summer winds o'er valley and hill, 22229|And the green hills o'erhead; 22229|Blithe autumn sun in the northern sky, 22229|And blithe spring, full-blown: 22229|Oh! it 's glorious the days that we spend 22229|As the buds on the stalk! 22229|Blithe spring, &c. 22229|Happy is life, in its warmest fane 22229|When the happy are free-- 22229|Blithe autumn is joyous and bright, 22229|But the heart of us--we 're sad. 22229|Blithe spring, &c. 22229|Happy is life, when each leaf doth speak, 22229|And each gale, with its sweetest breath, 22229|Blastos the dark gloom of death, 22229|And doth give life back to the soul 22229|Where once it was afar. 22229|Blithe winter, &c. 22229|But to me (life at its full weal!), 22229|It ne'er can be equalled. 22229|The wail o' autumn, and spring's farewell 22229|To me are sweeter far; 22229|For my spring days o' life, are as sweet 22229|As the angels I see. 22229|And the angels I see, &c. 22229|Then, be not proud o' spring; 22229|In the grave a light spring day will brighten thee, 22229|The heart o' me shall rejoice, 22229|While I 'll ======================================== SAMPLE 1100 ======================================== 2383|And the rest, which with all good men was there. 2383|And that with her lord she had so great ado, 2383|To have found love with the king of England, 2383|That they had been in the same fetters hung, 2383|As Christe the righteous, before their day. 2383|What wight than that with him had such ado? 2383|The king would gladly for his lady be. 2383|And that she were with man or with woman, 2383|That she with him had been in the fetters hung. 2383|For he loved her for her love to her lord; 2383|And that for her love she must have ado, 2383|That all her folk were in the same fetters hung 2383|As she that had his love with him for wife, 2383|As Christe the righteous, before her day. 2383|And after long, Sir Peter, at his prayer, 2383|To Peter's house, they made good her amends, 2383|And he was with her with the king as true, 2383|As Christe the righteous, before her day. 2383|And the king, as was his wont, made merry; 2383|And in to his house the King went straightway, 2383|As Christe the righteous, before her day. 2383|And what thing, as I shall tell unto you, 2383|Was wrought among the women ere that she went 2383|Unto her lord's house, and that her chamber 2383|Girt with a mighty vault was; than which 2383|I say, I never saw a lady so gay: 2383|But as she went to her chamber, to her door 2383|Down fell a shaft the King, as he lay. 2383|Then hasted the King to his bed ere he slept, 2383|But he did not find him asleep; 2383|For there was his lady Margaret, 2383|And there the son of John of Brentford lay, 2383|With one foot in the grave and another in, 2383|That death should never have him know 2383|His wife's sorrow; 2383|And with her handmaidens there sat 2383|A man; 2383|The hair of her head was not grey 2383|As her was, but thick. 2383|And that was John of Brentford, 2383|And there they stayed till it was time 2383|That the King was not to ride. 2383|And that was John of Brentford, 2383|And his wife he did salute 2383|Within that goodly hall; 2383|And when it was the hour of dawn, 2383|The courtiers did make haste for it, 2383|And drew the key, and made fast the door 2383|To none that was outside: 2383|For death, if any one would die, 2383|Went first, and prayed. 2383|The King, uprose before the door; 2383|There the King and his lady he 2383|Found sitting in that goodly hall, 2383|And her was as bewrought and fair, 2383|As a lamb's white hood. 2383|And thitherward she led them out, 2383|As beseemed the thing that was her part, 2383|That they might know her beauty so: 2383|And there she had no golden hare, 2383|Nor golden bull, nor gold of braid, 2383|Nor gold such as goldsmiths bear, 2383|Nor fine pearls in England rained, 2383|Nor silver such as is in Greece, 2383|But all wrought with honest pride. 2383|Her hair was like the gold of morn, 2383|But like the gold of morn was her 2383|Withal so rich, that every eye 2383|That saw her must have wondered; 2383|For of her gold there was no waste, 2383|The gold was in her hair and face 2383|And in her hand; 2383|So gladly they came forth to see 2383|Whether the hair was white or red, 2383|And the gold with it upon the head; 2383|But in that fair braid shone out 2383|Full many a thousand year ago, 2383|In the world's first year. 2383|The King looked up ======================================== SAMPLE 1110 ======================================== 3698|The droning bird or the bee 3698|No longer to their thoughts belong. 3698|The world they forget or disown; 3698|No more we listen to the sound 3698|Of the sad harp or the lute, 3698|Where are the voices of delight, 3698|The smiles of the happy dead? 3698|Now the sun is sunk into the west, 3698|The time of day is at an end; 3698|The long procession of the day 3698|Remits to its close, and goes 3698|Silent from heaven across the sky, 3698|A solemn troop from the bright world below. 3698|Silent, as if the music of sense 3698|Had ceased to flow, and thought's vanquishing 3698|Had ceased to be gratifying-- 3698|So had the sight and the sound bereft 3698|The sight and sound of joy--so had they died. 3698|The long procession of the day 3698|Remains--the long procession of the day; 3698|The sun is sunk--sunk--as if it might 3698|Hear now again the strains once heard, 3698|The strains once faded in the ear, 3698|Remembered long ere they were still,-- 3698|But no; for in the stillness gone 3698|Remains no sigh, no note of grief, 3698|But, as when soft winds are heard low, 3698|The stillness that is not gone. 3698|Silent so long their spirits were, 3698|Now heard, whereof I have no fear; 3698|For when I looked forth to pass 3698|I saw not a man, and so,-- 3698|That still in me is writ,-- 3698|Myself writ so as I may know. 3698|There came no cry that night from this 3698|Spleen to hear, but, in the light 3698|And air, a voice--a voice like this 3698|I heard it--and of this it seemed 3698|The melody were writ. 3698|The heart has lost its feeling; there 3698|What melody then was written? 3698|The song that man can hear no more 3698|In man the melody remember! 3698|Hear me, ye sad that die! 3698|Your tears, my tears, are shed. 3698|Your prayers, from death, with me descend: 3698|I, that am man, return again 3698|When life on earth is o'er, 3698|A man in heaven, once more, to weep. 3698|A man! Nay, man, let not your prayers 3698|To me of sorrows seem, 3698|Praying that on your part, 3698|Some kind Providence, be kind; 3698|I in my sorrow have found 3698|No prayers can touch your Deity. 3698|The voice of woman, what is it that she utters, 3698|When woman's pride is put to the test? 3698|When the woman has been the bawling partner of men, 3698|How many have not felt, on the same night, 3698|The same dread curse whisper, "It's vain to contend with her." 3698|She, with her pride in the strength of her lips and her heart, 3698|Fails in contest on a point of mere faith. 3698|Is there not something in her which makes her believe 3698|The hopes of men are the more worthy of fame, 3698|Which make heaven seem to promise to thwart her wish? 3698|When men may not follow her, is it not rather 3698|She does so, and would all men thwart, 3698|And yet loves them most who do not see her wrong? 3698|Woman! when the world gives up its sceptic frown, 3698|And the sun has sunk at last in the silver west, 3698|And you are safe in the arms of God, your crown, 3698|And life is one long smiling dream, 3698|May a woman, then, in the same plight, 3698|Be happy to remember this night? 3698|And happy to feel how faithless the world 3698|Can be as deadly as love; 3698|And happy to find that, though it is gone, 3698 ======================================== SAMPLE 1120 ======================================== 19385|An' efter thocht that ever she wad be awa'?" 19385|The lass wi' the rose is so fause, 19385|An' so's my heart wi' her it gies a plee! 19385|"Thae wadna made ye gae awa' 19385|An' made ye gae awa' to me," 19385|The lass wi' the rose is no sae wame 19385|In a' the warld whar she's gud an' braw; 19385|I wadna leave a' my dearie, 19385|If ye're content to take a kiss!" 19385|She cam' awa' wi' a halo 19385|O'er her face her heart was dancin', 19385|While she thocht she sarten at hersel'-- 19385|Then the kirk and the castle chang'd their willy, 19385|An' the bairns made a' their plee! 19385|"Gin ye can sing to my hame, 19385|The lass wi' the rose on her face, 19385|My heart's the fairest 'y ever met, 19385|Sae let it hang on a rhymer's rhyme; 19385|Or if you can sing but my hame, 19385|I am glad, for I'm the kindliest rhymer 19385|An I hae nae lads the power to mak it sad." 19385|When auld Nick was a bachelor, 19385|Nae mair his bride wad daff. 19385|But the lass wi' the rose in her face, 19385|Was nae mair his fancy. 19385|She has a loof, like the dew, 19385|And an ancle, like the wind; 19385|But she has an e'e like the sea, 19385|It maks no thing amiss. 19385|And it's now gane over the hill, - 19385|But it's not for lack o' gi'en; 19385|So I maun gang a-sirnin', 19385|For we'll be a-sirnin'. 19385|Oh! what will be a wee for yar, 19385|When I gang a wee higher; 19385|Though I hae wi' the rose in her face, 19385|In God's wee tane she's nane. 19385|Oh! what will 'twere be a wee for yar, 19385|When I gang a wee higher; 19385|Though I hae a rose upon my dear, 19385|'Twere a wee that ye wouldna fain. 19385|Oh, I am fain to win her yet, 19385|An she is fain to gree; 19385|What should I to them be a loon? 19385|An it isna lang to yan. 19385|Oh! it's fine to be a wee higher, 19385|To seek her in the night, 19385|Though I hae nae the face to see, 19385|While she hath twa e'en or three. 19385|Oh, it's fine to be a wee higher, 19385|To be a wee aboon a bride; 19385|We'll be a wee higher! to seek her 19385|Will live anither life. 19385|I am come to the market-place, 19385|On my way from home; 19385|I am come to the market-place, 19385|The place of toil. 19385|The sun is glintin' in my path, 19385|An' glints in my face; 19385|In my path is a muckle place 19385|For me to gae; 19385|But life is jist a span or twa, 19385|Oh! what for me! 19385|Oh! what for me? 19385|Ye jist see the bonnie, bonnie face 19385|Of my ain dearie; 19385|Oh! wha but me could look that braw, 19385|Or look a wee? 19385|But I hae twa een--my ain dearie, 19385|That's our Jock O'Malley. 19385|Ye have seen him yesternight, 19385|Wh ======================================== SAMPLE 1130 ======================================== 1020|And what a little girl! Ah! when I am young I will find 1020|The fairest girl in all the world. 1020|But what has she done? Oh! what has she done? 1020|What have I spoken in this little girl's ear, 1020|That in her eyes I see a tear, 1020|For how should I forget that she was once a man? 1020|She is an amour, little daughter mine, 1020|Of mine own heart, and that is she. 1020|To the tune of "Hear the World, my boys, 1020|We must rise and go 1020|And see how our little girl does." 1020|A little boy with long black hair, 1020|But ever pale and fair, 1020|To the tune of "I want a blue ribbon to tie my hair". 1020|A king in scarlet cloak, 1020|That was once yellow with gold. 1020|To the tune of "I'm the little red rose, 1020|I'm the little red rose, 1020|The king's in the castle now with his queen." 1020|A king with golden beard, 1020|And white curls on his chin, 1020|A king with purple flag on his flagstaff. 1020|To the tune of "All the birds in the bush". 1020|A queen with red rose in her hair, 1020|The King of the forest to the tune of "The King of the Forest". 1020|A blue ribbon to tie his hair, 1020|To the tune of "O, what is the use of waiting? 1020|I am not a woman at all, 1020|And you will not learn till you know." 1020|The King of the Forest at last 1020|The tune of "He came upon a hill and he went away". 1020|Hush! when he went 1020|He never saw the King, 1020|He never heard the King's jest, 1020|And where has he gone to? 1020|He did not know where to turn, 1020|He could not find where to go, 1020|He did not know where to run, 1020|And there he goes, 1020|And there he comes back. 1020|The tune of "He is a noble man and is young". 1020|A monarch in black and white, 1020|That has a bit of blue, 1020|That has bits of red, 1020|That is princely Richard. 1020|That has golden hair 1020|And looks well and goes about, 1020|But he's useless for a job, 1020|For his work is done. 1020|The King of the Forest for his song 1020|Has the title of King, though his life's a song. 1020|A king of a queen with a little green 1020|And a red ribbon to tie his hair, 1020|And a book of songs his little feet have read 1020|That he sings in a song. 1020|When his crown is on his head 1020|He travels about at the will of his Queen. 1020|From his palace in the skies 1020|He flies to every child 1020|That asks him to a feast 1020|Or a game. 1020|And there, at his will, 1020|He lays his royal hand, 1020|From his kingdom, to your home, 1020|And gives you the fruits of the earth. 1020|The little birds are singing in a wood; 1020|The little people are dancing in a wreath; 1020|With a song of love and a bow of delight 1020|The little birds are playing with their hands. 1020|The little things are laughing in the sun, 1020|And singing their glad little songs of summer; 1020|The little flower is blossoming in the snow, 1020|And listening in the forest for the harp's sound. 1020|I wonder if I ever will be glad 1020|Because I always kiss his soft and silver hair. 1020|If I never will have a princely mind, 1020|And carry on the great adventures of the world, 1020|Where all the noble kings are just beside, 1020|And all the heroic warriors at my side. 1020|Then I shall always always be no better 10 ======================================== SAMPLE 1140 ======================================== 27336|And the sun's first rays are upon my face. 27336|But I am here no longer--not for thy bliss-- 27336|But only to give my heart to thee. 27336|And thy heart's light is not gone from my face, 27336|The golden sunshine was before me thrown; 27336|And the sun is shining once again on thy feet. 27336|But I give my life,--it was a last part of mine,-- 27336|For thy love to my soul's depths. 27336|Dear friend, may the dawn of your coming break 27336|The veil of night that has over-dared 27336|Our hearts, too, to see the bright day shine; 27336|May the sun shine on the mountain tops where we 27336|Have waited long, in the silence and the shade 27336|For the great hour; and then may our spirits say, "We wait!" 27336|I, my love, would not be afraid, 27336|May earth, all green to-day, 27336|With every living thing, 27336|Fold round me, like a scarf for thee! 27336|May the flowers all be sweet, 27336|As they were of yesternight! 27336|Shall I hear the sea breeze 27336|Blowing through the branches free? 27336|Shall I smell, by dew and scent, 27336|The morning, opening with her light, 27336|And bring to rest 27336|The shadows that darken round my feet? 27336|Let me breathe a wild perfume 27336|That the summer perfume is, 27336|Shook from the breath of flowers 27336|And mingled with them, I shall see 27336|How my soul's secret lies 27336|In a lily-lily, 27336|And this little rose 27336|Seemed the face of one I knew. 27336|Let the little stream to-night 27336|Take every gleam of beauty 27336|And flow, like my own dream, 27336|Till its shadowy face 27336|Like the shadow in the glass 27336|Stand in the shadow of its stream. 27336|When we parted, my love and I, we thought 27336|Each day would bring us nearer to the sky. 27336|Then we heard no more the rain, and, lo! 27336|The rose was dead! 27336|She lived, it seemed, in the heart of me 27336|So sweet, and when I saw her face, 27336|I knew my heart was in the wrong place. 27336|Life is short for some, and all must be long, 27336|But the hearts that feel the saddest must have the longest to tell. 27336|She lies at last in her long sleep all in white; 27336|No sorrow can disturb her, no sorrow, no no! 27336|But love draws near; and the long hours have no sound: 27336|Then we laugh, and we mourn, and we mourn in the dark, 27336|No matter how lonely seem life's short hours to us. 27336|Our hearts are all in the wrong place, that is clear; 27336|We cannot change life's crooked paths for a hair. 27336|She has gone to keep her trust, and to prove 27336|That we in our wrongs are not alone to blame, 27336|That we, like her, are powerless in the hour 27336|Of trials of fate with a heart all unkind. 27336|How many long hours must we have to keep 27336|The truth from our hearts, if we then could tell 27336|The true story of what was a long sleepless night. 27336|As I went down the hill, I had my eyes on a child 27336|Who was playing in the meadow, a picture for me. 27336|He had a little wreath of flowers in his hand, 27336|And his face was of pure white marble, his hair was black, 27336|His eyes were two different colors, blue and red. 27336|I gazed at him long and long, and then, my eyes grew dim 27336|Even as the day that never grows to dusk. 27336|I had seen many pictures before, but I never knew 27336|What a strange soul, a little child was in a bright white dress. 27336|A face, a hair, a shape, a ======================================== SAMPLE 1150 ======================================== 2620|And he will never leave you, love, 2620|A-shade as ugly as I? 2620|And when you call on me to walk 2620|You can see it is a lie. 2620|But I won't go away from you, love, 2620|For I love you more than gold, 2620|And if you'd be my true love too, 2620|We'd always love and never sleep! 2620|When night is in the valley, 2620|When the lonely stars are shining, 2620|When the shadows are most brightening, 2620|There comes a welcome brightening 2620|Of voices and hands that make soft sounds 2620|Of voices like gentle murmuring 2620|Of gladness as of birds when Spring 2620|Has stirred the trees with wakening. 2620|And soft, dear, soft voices call me, 2620|And words of peace, of welcome bringing 2620|My quiet into my keeping. 2620|Then softly comes the darkness, 2620|Then the dreamy night is deepening 2620|Over glen and woodland whispering, 2620|As through the dark I steal to meet her 2620|Whose gentle hand my arm caresses, 2620|And kiss her asleep with moaning. 2620|The day, that was so darkling, 2620|Now comes and calls to-day; 2620|The world is glad with singing, 2620|The sun is in the sky; 2620|The bird is in his rosy nest, 2620|But I--I must call again. 2620|And is the spring with crimson blossoms laden, 2620|Or only dead to me and thee? 2620|That which God's peace bringeth, 2620|He, lest it should be broken, 2620|Let this thing be his keeping. 2620|O, let me not in any wise be envious, 2620|For I would have her happy be. 2620|The world is bright, the world is glad; 2620|God calls me and bids me sing: 2620|My soul to my soul then doth go; 2620|God keeps his own keeping. 2620|I love to wake and feel the sun 2620|About me go; 2620|I love to hear the cricket play 2620|Round the geranium tree. 2620|I love to breathe the fresh Morning; 2620|And to lie, quite still, 2620|Under my own green geranium, 2620|Where the sweet sea-purple curls. 2620|I love the little pond to rest 2620|In, when wind and weather change; 2620|In here, the blue and yellow flags 2620|Flash out, and go; 2620|In here, the birds, the birds, sing, 2620|In here, the larks, sing trill. 2620|There, baby bunting all in yellow, 2620|Dropped to my knee, 2620|Folds tight, tight and velvety white-- 2620|I love this world to-day! 2620|O sweet, soft wind, thou blowest in May! 2620|Canst thou not remember how to blow 2620|When June's at the sky? 2620|Thou art too young; thy music to hear! 2620|Canst thou not, child, be a singer still? 2620|Art thou not tired, mother, of summer now? 2620|How the earth grows pale? 2620|I wish I had a little singing vane, 2620|A little, little vessel that may carry 2620|Some little song or little breath or little word 2620|Into the sunlit sea and be its heir 2620|Of one small breath it breathes! 2620|Little black books, in which the sun and stars 2620|And moon and stars begin; 2620|Little feet that do not stay, nor stay at all, 2620|As they run down the street; 2620|Little lips that let no tears or laughter pass; 2620|Nor any music mar; 2620|And, oh! if there be a little maid, 2620|In my daughter's life, 2620|Little black books I'll carry back again, 2620|To be shut in her tiny hand, and looked for 2620|If she should cry! 2620|O, ======================================== SAMPLE 1160 ======================================== 2130|When the great stars of the sun 2130|Were hidden in the heavens white, 2130|When from this earth a great dread 2130|Passed o'er all men and gods: 2130|That the dark ages hour was come 2130|When the very sinew of the Lord 2130|Was broken and loosed to thrust 2130|From heaven down as a sword of wood. 2130|O that on those dark brows 2130|Some memory, that men may know 2130|How the righteous are justified! 2130|And if this heaven-valour be 2130|Unrighteous, then the dark ages old 2130|Were no greater than our life-time is; 2130|And the first day was the greatest crime. 2130|And though the Lord hath saved us once, 2130|And sent the saving word, 2130|Yet sins will run to heavier scales 2130|Till we die in heaven again. 2130|But, since we have a world, 2130|And that the world may save us all, 2130|Let us do the Saviour's will. 2130|For sin will then be forgiven, 2130|And the day of grace be over all. 2130|'Tis our sin whose penalty 2130|The righteous man shall pay, 2130|Who never swerved his ways 2130|Yet made the hearts of men less pure.' 2130|"The great sun sank from out the east, 2130|The morning paled from the west: 2130|The mighty stars grew faint and pale, 2130|And the last day's labour done, 2130|In a white stream ran away, 2130|And the last silent hour passed by; 2130|And then I woke, with sudden start, 2130|To see by window-latched gate 2130|A form pass through the revolving door; 2130|It was a man, it was a man: 2130|He had on the sash worn out, 2130|The worn sash of the one he loved 2130|Which in his heart he wore alone 2130|In the years, since, that his love departed; 2130|But this worn sash no more was he 2130|Who wore it in his heart in part, 2130|But it was worn by one he knew 2130|Who was his kin's child, his sire's wife, 2130|And had been happy as a child, 2130|Now these two were parted. 2130|Alas, alas, that day! 2130|And how for a week thereafter 2130|Through all the season long 2130|He did his best to please, 2130|And made his will with speed, 2130|By letters sent on holidays, 2130|And then he went away with cheer, 2130|In his arms embracing his child; 2130|But the child was gone, and his heart ached 2130|For the dear dead one, and he wept, 2130|As the day went over. 2130|No morrow met him then, 2130|That day, and to and from those gates, 2130|And from the streets, and from the courts, 2130|The mourners came and went, 2130|Like the fleet white-footed bee 2130|On joy and sorrow, day and night:-- 2130|And still, all through the month of May, 2130|Each child was with its mother, and his own mother, 2130|And the old man's son, the good old father, 2130|For the day passed. 2130|It was late; he had passed the month 2130|Of twelve in which it was meet 2130|All hands to stop--the very name 2130|The old man uttered of his own age and station. 2130|And so poor he grew, he could not see 2130|If he were blessed or cursed, poor old man, 2130|To have children, and, though his old bones were bent 2130|And his eyes shone with a life-blood like lead, 2130|For the children's children; so none knew 2130|What love had made him weak, and then his children 2130|Laughed--for he would not speak, but they must laugh, 2130|Till, weary, worn with years, and old with age, 2130|And scarce a word left, he ======================================== SAMPLE 1170 ======================================== 12242|I am the man in the moonlight 12242|Who asked the sun for his beams 12242|And for his fire I am. 12242|I am a lamp to him 12242|With which he burns his path; 12242|There is no other light beside me, -- 12242|And he may find it dark. 12242|I am a woman whom he 12242|Has sometimes met in dreams, 12242|Taught him to kiss and to watch me, 12242|Taught him what it means to be; 12242|I am His mistress, and then 12242|I disappear again. 12242|A bird has vowed a thousand times 12242|That he would never fly. 12242|So he has left his nest one day 12242|To flit and fly away. 12242|He scrambled to his web-feet 12242|And there he found a town, -- 12242|The road was paved with wheels of gold, -- 12242|And this was his message to the moon: 12242|"I will be here again for a thousand years 12242|If you will let me lie. 12242|If you'll speak to me, sweet mamma, 12242|I promise to be still. 12242|If you'll look at me, sweet daughter, 12242|I promise to be near; 12242|If you'll hold my hand through life, 12242|I'll keep your marriage morn." 12242|And then he started off in the moon, 12242|And -- ah, what a lying knave! 12242|Did he think, by selling his soul 12242|And letting his body mend, 12242|That he'd be able to buy the soul of St. Francis 12242|And be at rest therein? 12242|I sat alone in the gray, 12242|It was winter, 12242|And I sat alone in the gray, 12242|And what kind of a man was I? 12242|And what kind of a mood was I in 12242|When I turned to the weather-book? 12242|And what kind of a weather-bird 12242|Was this that kept coming in 12242|And bringing out great and small? 12242|The day was drear, and the sky was gray; 12242|And the night came without a snare; 12242|And the cold cocks crowed in Winchester town 12242|A morning without a terror. 12242|The taper lights in Lotos-street 12242|Shone dimly out upon a mound 12242|By the new brook at the western gate; 12242|And, as I stopped to breathe a prayer, 12242|I heard -- or did -- or -- did not hear -- 12242|One of the readiest ways to screw -- 12242|A little boy go up the hill 12242|To play with his sister's little brother. 12242|I heard -- or did not hear -- 12242|Swinging of a slow ox-stall; 12242|And a noise as of the lifting up 12242|Of heavy weights at the barn-door. 12242|A gossamer thread between the two, 12242|And a footfall on the treadle cool, 12242|And a click of hoofs on the polished floor, -- 12242|A rattle of wheels, and a rattle more, 12242|And -- oh, the taper light was gone! 12242|I leaned from my cottage rafter 12242|To catch the last notes of a fiddler 12242|Who gossips with the high church. 12242|Who plays and gossips and forgets 12242|His feet as they come up the stair, 12242|Or, stuck in the middle, gossips blind 12242|With eyes that can see no more. 12242|The sun of May was warmly gleaming 12242|On his bright hair, and bright and lustrous 12242|His glances were, as he came running -- 12242|A girl in sable robes, dancing 12242|On a cloud, with hands of jade. 12242|I stopped one day 12242|In the middle of the garden 12242|To see a fish dip and climb. 12242|The waves below 12242|Were brown and silver-grey, 12242|And I caught it with my teeth 12242|And hung ======================================== SAMPLE 1180 ======================================== 17393|No one was near me; yet--and this is true-- 17393|I did not see that night the old man die. 17393|Well--well--I cannot be the one man to blame; 17393|How can it be, if not for his love, the source 17393|Of every pleasure? This too: the old man took 17393|A part of me, with his life for every joy 17393|In life. Life! life! that is life, from what 17393|If we were dead? I must believe I am not 17393|As he had been. All this I do believe: 17393|I know I am not as I had been, now changed 17393|To what I am to make it good to him: 17393|But why should that avail me aught? our love 17393|Has made him better. If I could see him now, 17393|As now I hope to see him, I would change 17393|My mind about him and believe him still; 17393|Not believing he is worse, so much the more-- 17393|Since all I feared might never come to pass, 17393|The most unhappy man that ever lived. 17393|"Ah me the old man! in life he was a man, 17393|A good, kind man; no doubt of it, and fair, 17393|And well-born: yes--no; but not so in death. 17393|Had he not often said he was not so good 17393|And such a man would never have a name-- 17393|So--so--after all--he never was so. 17393|He was a man to please, and with a name 17393|To grace and honour, he must be at his ease, 17393|And I suppose was. If he had been born 17393|Too pure--too--well--as pure!--no one knows! 17393|Not that that is not so: but in the man 17393|There is a face mixed up, there is a face-- 17393|A woman's face all else besides is gone, 17393|And all the woman-face with it. He used 17393|To say that he and Matilda used to go 17393|Out sometimes together as two friends, 17393|When they--they two were only here to see 17393|Love's mirror: then the mirror turned the more 17393|Of a dark black to a white. Here we are, 17393|Poor souls, he says, in love and amorous fits, 17393|And then--and then! the old man, if he can, 17393|Will tell you, if his love has not changed him, 17393|He has changed me: that is how it is,-- 17393|Matilda, I cannot let her die! 17393|So there I saw him once: we met once, 17393|Half forgotten: when he said one day 17393|A little thing to me, or aught I knew, 17393|And my heart hurt--I never smelt before 17393|Such a whiff of sadness: but I said: 17393|As a father does, I will go and tell 17393|Matilda now: he knows, by this my hair, 17393|She loves me as if she had not been born. 17393|I'll tell Matilda now, he says, and then 17393|He wept, and said the word he needs must say. 17393|And if I say to make the matter worse, 17393|I will break off the thread with which I weave, 17393|And will drop dead, and then the old man's will 17393|Will do it all again, and Matilda--no! 17393|She's here, and I am worse than I could mend. 17393|For if, when he was gone, I did not say 17393|Nay, I love him--which, when he will not say, 17393|Will be the case: then we will talk of this: 17393|You see, and here he breaks my poor thread. 17393|But let us go down to the river again. 17393|That will be very amiable, I know. 17393|Aye, so, we must. You must be up the river 17393|At ten. I can't put in all that I would, 17393|And what's more, I want to see ======================================== SAMPLE 1190 ======================================== 4253|And he has given his word, you never must ask him for gold. 4253|"So he's gone to-night, and so he can't come back to-day." 4253|"And how can he help, by his own good rule?" 4253|"Now listen, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, look here; 4253|He was not the sort of man 4253|(If he did help, 'twas for want of warning 4253|Or care for duty) 4253|To make things hard on the lady 4253|That called him wise and noble, 4253|Though often and often telling her 4253|That 'twas a hard life with him 4253|Was what she always expected, 4253|Though never calling at his door 4253|To see him coming. 4253|"So what is his own story, 4253|If he is good, or if he's bad, 4253|Who knows?--who knows!" 4253|I think the first thing to discover 4253|Was the way in which he made things hard on the lady; 4253|It may be because she was not his wife, 4253|And therefore not a mere dawg of the family, 4253|Or else, perhaps, he wanted to keep her from 4253|Being persuaded by that inestimable 4253|Reason that the lady kept him from her,-- 4253|--And since it wasn't a question of doubt, 4253|Whatever the reason may have been, 4253|But if the reason proved untrue, 4253|Or, if the truth's so very far away, 4253|And if the reason might not be proved, 4253|How could he ever, 4253|With his so huge a body, 4253|Go about telling lies? 4253|I mean he might have--I say it, 4253|So there, you see, you see, 4253|If he'd only now remember 4253|A sort of time-rule, 4253|He'd act as his own counsel 4253|And give us a day or two 4253|As free as air the old years to enjoy. 4253|"But there's a reason we're not free to go 4253|As frequently as he would now," 4253|You know the one. 4253|"I'm not a prophet, or a schismatic Tory 4253|"I'm not a Pharisee, or a heathen heretic, 4253|"Nor have I ever, at any time, thought 4253|"'Tis a pity they let a man like Fuzzy-Wuzzy go." 4253|Myself? I'm a doctored-- 4253|But how, I wonder, could I find the time 4253|To go round like all the other inhabitants? 4253|Ah, I see! I've not been much a target 4253|Against the prying of the public eyes 4253|As most of you, doubtless, are aware-- 4253|And I have sometimes found the task severe 4253|When any questions I hadn't broached. 4253|But still, it would have been a joy to me 4253|To find that Fuzzy would have got the hang! 4253|For seldom, indeed, is it that way 4253|With most of you; 4253|And, after all, the lady's eyes were quite right, 4253|And I have sometimes found the task severe 4253|When any questions I hadn't broached. 4253|And now for something just as odd: 4253|(You know the rest, I'm sure--) 4253|I've always found it truly odd 4253|That, having made that last attack 4253|Upon his honour, he was ever shy 4253|And would sometimes say, or sometimes say, 4253|That he wasn't a Protestant, 4253|Nor a Tory, nor a man at all. 4253|But, somehow, my mind was warped to one 4253|Who once was Christian, and had been naughty 4253|The very same way as I had been, 4253|And, after school, in this way would cheat, 4253|So long as he wasn't a Protestant! 4253|And, somehow, as I have told it, he was, 4253|Till of course we both were married Catholics! 4253|It never crossed ======================================== SAMPLE 1200 ======================================== 5185|In her mouth is a kiss of sweetness, 5185|In her hand a necklace of copper 5185|And her feet are of copper-bearing. 5185|Mielikki, maiden with the forehead, 5185|Whom the maidens know by their locks, 5185|Gives to Kaukomieli this answer: 5185|"O my beauteous virgin-mother! 5185|Thou that hast thy dwelling in Pohya, 5185|Do not give this Lemminkainen, 5185|Things of evil Mielikki's mother! 5185|She will give thee an evil answer, 5185|Will not freely give to Lemminkainen, 5185|Hiding thee her greatest treasures, 5185|In her house a magic hero, 5185|With his arms all copper-bound, 5185|In his belt a necklace of copper, 5185|In his hand a magic necklace!" 5185|Thereupon the Island-hero 5185|Gives this answer to his mother: 5185|"Take thy daughter to the hero, 5185|That the mother give to Lemminkainen 5185|Friendship and all-pervading wisdom, 5185|Thus to grow in wisdom and honor, 5185|Guided by his wise and ancient 5185|Unalterable permanent suns." 5185|Thus his mother gave advice, 5185|This the young Lemminkainen's answer: 5185|"Leave thou mine own home and kindred, 5185|Hither drive thy fleetest vessel, 5185|Leave my mother with thy mother, 5185|With thine own sweetheart serve in wedlock, 5185|Be the groom whose honor sure reward me! 5185|For the virgin-hero, Mielikki, 5185|That she gave thee as a bridal, 5185|That she bound thee with her silken gauze, 5185|Be the bride that best becomes thee!" 5185|Lemminkainen, filled with gladness, 5185|Speaks these words to bring his mother: 5185|"From this day forth, fair Queen of Islands, 5185|Make thyself a blessing to me, 5185|Make thyself a joyous hero, 5185|Make thee great among the heroes, 5185|In all Osmo's wide borders, 5185|In the service of the multitude!" 5185|Pressed this task his mother's heart, 5185|And her hands are full of anguish; 5185|Nought to him is given now, nothings 5185|Save the silver-foot maids for teaching, 5185|Save the daughters of the Suomi, 5185|Nought at all to him is wanting, 5185|Where the magic wood of silver, 5185|Where the magic wood of silver-tinselled, 5185|May be wrought, whene'er the mother 5185|Sits and weaves at last her charmingweavings. 5185|Many days she thus asks for seining; 5185|But her task is yet incomplete. 5185|Lemminkainen, filled with pride, 5185|Lifts his hands and plants the taking. 5185|In the time of summer waning, 5185|When the waning-moon is visible, 5185|In the time of golden moonlight, 5185|Spring the seagulls from the ocean, 5185|Sail the ocean-waters returning, 5185|Silver-colored, flying winds them, 5185|In the skies of evening flying, 5185|And the maiden sits upon the sea-beach, 5185|Near the transport-boat of welcome, 5185|Catches at her net of linen 5185|With her fingers, tilth and raiment, 5185|Seeking out the time of silver; 5185|But she finds it overthrown 5185|By the magic net of silver, 5185|And the threads are broken on it; 5185|Therefore the young man leaves the 5185|Plying-bench unfinished, 5185|Sings in smallest notes a chorus, 5185|Sings anew his wondrous taking; 5185|Catches at his mantle's lining, 5185|With her slender finger-tips, 5185|With her painted lips she wreathes it, 5185|To and fro, ======================================== SAMPLE 1210 ======================================== May not, may not, then, thy hand 1852|O' th' gods of the old world, 1852|Be the burden of that song? 1852|I, who am the poet of hope, 1852|Whose song on the wave still doth break, 1852|But a song that the sea hath never 1852|Hath ever sought to restore, 1852|But only to make fresh it's waters? 1852|To sing the song I've sung 1852|With my life and my heart, 1852|For an old world that hath lost its way, 1852|And would go down with the sea, 1852|But that the sea hath never yet found 1852|What it sought, but I know full well 1852|That it will, soon, find it soon. 1852|I know full well what the future will be; 1852|I know what the old world yet shall be: 1852|But in what an old world shall I sing? 1852|If in the old world this old song should die, 1852|Thenceforth would I not be the poet 1852|But would be the poet of hope. 1852|That is the answer he hears 1852|Out of the eyes he looks: 1852|"If in the long night you should see 1852|A little star come creeping 1852|From the west to the east 1852|Which, and which no other is, 1852|If, and which no other is, 1852|The stars of your life then, 1852|Which we see not, will dream 1852|Of hope and passion in me,-- 1852|My love, for my life's sake." 1852|"How well, then, for us there be 1852|My heart in the star!" 1852|"O what are stars for?" 1852|"The stars are a sky 1852|The stars are a sky." 1852|"What's a star for?" 1852|"Love, it lighteth a sea; 1852|And my soul is at sea! 1852|O, what have it to do 1852|With any other man's? 1852|With me, with me, with me, 1852|O, what have it to do 1852|With any other man's?" 1852|"What, for?" 1852|"With me, with me, with me, 1852|O, what have it to do 1852|With any other man's?" 1852|"O, what have stars for?" 1852|"The stars are a sky; 1852|As for my heart, I feel 1852|As the sea, with my heart, 1852|With the sea." 1852|"What shall life be to you, then, then?" 1852|"As light, as love. 1852|O, the earth is a grey stone wall, 1852|The sea but a stone, 1852|And the stars hide both the sky 1852|And my life with a wall!" 1852|"What, then! for you, then?" 1852|"Love, for my heart, for my heart, 1852|As it shone on your breast, 1852|And my love for that, love for that, 1852|As it shone on your breast, 1852|As it shone on the day 1852|Of our life." 1852|"O, what have stars for?" 1852|"A life in a heaven, dear: 1852|They cannot change it; 1852|And life for my life's sake, life for my life's sake 1852|O, what have stars for?" 1852|"Life for love's sake!" 1852|"O then, what have heaven for? 1852|Love for you! what have heaven for? 1852|LOVE is life's best draught, 1852|Love for love's sake! 1852|I would drink it, if I might-- 1852|Love that hath never been 1852|Love's best draught! 1852|O now would I drink this draught in peace, 1852|For I know that if my heart 1852|Had to thee any sound, 1852|It would be, 'Delicately life 1852|Till death to life!' 1852|'Tis not life, though its bliss 1852|Yet seem ======================================== SAMPLE 1220 ======================================== 3023|And my dear son; what's my child's age? 3023|"The boy is in his late teens, 3023|And so is I; no sense has he, I fear; 3023|"He's only eleven or twelve, 3023|And then he does not know 3023|A proper motion to give!" 3023|"You're no more a Dandy yet," 3023|I cried, "but if you will come to-day, 3023|I will learn you what my friend 3023|Has learned, as he doth day by day, 3023|"That 'twas the devil's own son I loved. 3023|But you, what do you think of me?" 3023|"I think, my dear sir, you're a fool," 3023|Is all he said. "I'm not a dunce, I swear." 3023|"But you must know it is not true!" 3023|I cried, with laughter loud. 3023|"And were you to take such steps with me, 3023|It all would fall apart at once!" 3023|"But do not think I mean to go!" 3023|'Twas then he took his right step on. 3023|We have no more of him. 3023|The day is cold and drear 3023|And the night is spent and furled, 3023|Wherewith I toiled, 3023|And I am weary. 3023|How sweet is life in woe! 3023|The day is done, 3023|And we in the evening rest. 3023|We may go up, we may go down,-- 3023|Let us all do quiet well. 3023|And if in all the day 3023|The night is not so long: 3023|How hard such short stints are given! 3023|My heart is sick, and my eyes are dim,-- 3023|Yet with patience I toil with the world. 3023|Now all my joyous toil is done, 3023|My heart is sick, and my eyes are dim; 3023|Yet with patience, I work ever with life. 3023|With the day still to go I have to turn. 3023|(With the night still to go, yet with the day.) 3023|The night is past and over, 3023|And we have to turn back, 3023|And with the day we must part. 3023|I was thinking of the time we have been, 3023|That as we go we had so sweet a play. 3023|And now, alas! I have to say good-night at 3023|The door of an empty house, wherein two 3023|Were wont to dwell,--and the door is shut, alas! 3023|In the door, as I wish they might be. 3023|And if they are left with nothing save 3023|In the long loneliness, the cold, 3023|And the sound of my own heart, alas! 3023|I must work with the world my way. 3023|What care I for the world and its ways? 3023|Why should I care a single jot for 3023|The ways of men? 3023|But I have to work my way my all, 3023|As I must who am not awake 3023|(Woe! woe! for me, I know not how) 3023|Who must keep sleeping and sleeping, 3023|For I must work, nor win in this way. 3023|But let me rest to-day, 3023|And the night is over, 3023|And my eyes are bright, and my heart is sad. 3023|For I must wear the night, alas! 3023|And the world is done. 3023|Now on this night I will dream,--in love. 3023|(With an unknown face before her, 3023|She recites to her in a dream.) 3023|"Good-night, my love! 3023|How did we meet, in the days 3023|Of our youth? 3023|How in sorrow did we part? 3023|You said never to part. 3023|Oh! that you would not go away! 3023|But I can never be what I was! 3023|Then good-by, my darling, dear! 3023|And, as you go away ======================================== SAMPLE 1230 ======================================== 20956|The stars of midnight sleep o'er the skies; 20956|Beneath the midnight moon, and every star, 20956|The nightingales are singing their songs, 20956|When the great sea-lion sleeps upon the foam 20956|Beneath the midnight moon and every star. 20956|The sun to his own reflection doth wax; 20956|All day he stares in azure; silent he 20956|Went forth to bathe the fields with virgin light; 20956|The clearness of the west seems to blind 20956|His aspect, then he takes repose 20956|In the cool green recesses of the glen; 20956|He shines not, but he shines all the day; 20956|The day is growing dark, and the night is near-- 20956|The silent night, and the moon in eclipse. 20956|The stars of midnight laugh in the dusky west-- 20956|"The night is bright and the moon is pale," say they. 20956|The moon, in cloudlike procession, goes 20956|Her way thro' heaven, an immaculate fair; 20956|Her heart's blood seems to quench the burning day-reels 20956|Of the fires which the great sun with his waxing rays 20956|Thro' heaven throws out, with her fiery garments wet; 20956|Her head is bow'd on earth, in its cloudless space; 20956|From her beaming eyes the tears of morn arise. 20956|The blue-browed, moon-luminous night, 20956|Has hid the sunlight in a mist, 20956|For the dew is on the flowers, 20956|And the breeze is on the trees. 20956|It's dappled with a slavish blue, 20956|But the sun's heart will not rest; 20956|He's on a secret errand sent 20956|To the flowers of the earth; 20956|And the night, and the dawn that comes, 20956|And the day that goes to his rest. 20956|I've heard the song of the evening wind; 20956|It seemed to me the winds that pass'd 20956|By, as they came and went, still, 20956|A voice of song was whispering it: 20956|"The night is glad, and gladder; 20956|There's hope on every hand; 20956|But when you hear the rain-drops, dreaming, falling 20956|You may hear, in your heart, the song that's singing, 20956|And the rain-drops falling on the leaves and the tree-tops, 20956|You may hear, in your heart, the song that's telling it." 20956|The raindrop of April now has fallen, 20956|The trees are bent with the droppings of leaves, 20956|And the leaves are bending, bending to the breeze, 20956|The trees all murmur a song of gladness: 20956|"Happy April!" "April, true April!" 20956|The clouds, that are moving along, 20956|Are full of mirth and song and gladness, 20956|As the bright sun shines upon them: 20956|"Happy April! Happy, April!" 20956|And the breeze is blowing a gay welcome 20956|To the green-fingered girl, with bright, yellow hair, 20956|To the lark that is soaring away to the sky, 20956|To the sunbeam as gay as it came; 20956|To the water-nymphs far away, 20956|With a song of gladness in their laughter. 20956|"Happy April! Happy, April!" 20956|The mountain-side is dancing a dance 20956|Of gleaming peaks, and green, open spaces. 20956|The little lodge, that is hung with flowers, 20956|Is bright and fair with painted walls. 20956|And warmly the breath of the morning, 20956|The wind, as it sweeps by, is calling 20956|The white flowers, that drop their petals down, 20956|And the sun's bright eyes to seek again. 20956|The little lodge stands where the clouds 20956|And sunshine and laughter are mingling; 20956|And from it, the blue-bird is singing 20956|The melody that is all his own. 20956|All through the day was the air ======================================== SAMPLE 1240 ======================================== 19385|As the waves dash on the green sea-shore, 19385|The wild winds' wild din hath been sooth, 19385|For it is the night o'er the ocean, 19385|And it is the stars that have shone. 19385|It is the night o' days without joy, 19385|For the dewy eve is past, 19385|And the sun of a summer that is o'er, 19385|And the rose is nigh dying. 19385|And we look back on the bright world 19385|That was our own by birth, 19385|The flowers for our old homes are withering, 19385|And on many a stream we pine; 19385|And we think on our friends departed, 19385|And the bright eyes with which we matched, 19385|But not for the joy that we have had, 19385|Not for the light that shone. 19385|And we say, as we lift the tear-stained raiment 19385|From our eyes, as we lift it from our bosom, 19385|"How vain is the flower and the lily, 19385|But it may be the friend it was making!" 19385|Oh, the fair morning of summer's sweet morning, 19385|When I bade the blue sky be bright, nor weary 19385|Be the hopes of my maidenhood's future! 19385|Oh, the bright eve of the day without splendour, 19385|When in memory o'er my spirit gleams 19385|The star of my love, that is rising 19385|To smile at the sun with his parting fire! 19385|Oh, how dear 'tis to me, how dear 'tis to thee, 19385|Thou dear island of my childhood's dreams, 19385|The lovely isle of my childhood's memories; 19385|The fair Isle of Oronore! 19385|Oh, the sweet island of loved childhood's home, 19385|Where I wander the days of my life back, 19385|A youth in the prime of life, 19385|With a youth in the prime of manhood's prime-- 19385|A youth in the prime o' youthhood's bloom, 19385|And I gaze to meet his e'e like thine. 19385|Oh, how dear is the sweet morning of summer, 19385|When I see the sun with a withering light, 19385|And in sleep to think that I see thine eye, 19385|Thy soul is all to my dream and my heart, 19385|And I feel thy spirit my spirit enfold, 19385|Where it lifts me up into the air. 19385|How dear 'tis to be loved in the mild sunlight, 19385|When the sweet air, my love, my home and heaven is, 19385|And thy bosom is breath'd by the summer's breath, 19385|And I kiss it to meet it in thine. 19385|Oh! how dear 'tis to sleep in the soft summer, 19385|To dream that I feel thy heart-beat in mine; 19385|And that thou art still living, still beating, 19385|To think on the days, and to dream on them. 19385|The hours o' the world! the hours o' the world! 19385|How short is the dream I am dreaming of! 19385|In thy heart the hours o' the world are not. 19385|Oh! the sweet heart! the sweet heart! my love, 19385|Where are the dreams I have given thee? 19385|That I am now waking in the bright morning, 19385|With the light on the past, and the future unknown. 19385|In the future! but in the past I sleep; 19385|With the past I dream on the days of my years, 19385|And my dream is like the moon when its shining 19385|Is all aflame with love-flies all arow. 19385|How sweet is the soft voice that is speaking 19385|In my soul, and that is sweet to receive! 19385|For ever I am dreaming on the days, 19385|And it is like the moon where its shining is. 19385|My heart is of one vein, the pulse of life; 19385|And its blood is red with love-lamps all arow. 19385|But the vein is cold, the blood is dry, 19385|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 1250 ======================================== 18007|I hear the sea-waters flow, 18007|Like voices of the singing soul, 18007|I see the waves go by, 18007|Like some wild magic vision! 18007|I am the little song-bird 18007|That flies in my father's tree, 18007|And he can draw the leaves as they fly, 18007|And lay me on an apple bed, 18007|And talk to me from far away. 18007|Where the meadows sound, 18007|Where the woodlands call; 18007|I will follow from the dawn to the dark, 18007|And from the day to the night! 18007|In the valley of old leagues and of old leagues 18007|By the river of the wind and the shadow of spring; 18007|Where the river of the wild is foaming and falling, 18007|But the dark willows bind us to the world unseen. 18007|In the valley of old leagues and of old leagues, 18007|'Tis an awful country, 'tis a dreadful land! 18007|Where men are slain for a golden and gaudy bliss 18007|That withers in the summer-tide like a weed; 18007|And all the earth is a waste of dead gold; 18007|And all the air is a roar, and all the sea 18007|Is a blue abyss with a yawning grave below; 18007|And only the heart of a man 18007|Finds a welcome in that land of death and pain! 18007|Only the heart of a man, 18007|That weeps and mourns o'er lost blisses and gold! 18007|Only the heart of a man, 18007|That weeps and mourns o'er wasted hearts! 18007|Where the river of life's tide turns to flood, 18007|To gush and dash like the waters of the sun; 18007|Where the stars of a thousand worlds shine still, 18007|And the sands of a thousand years are one. 18007|And no heart, like a wandering mariner, 18007|Cleaves an untenanted country like a sea! 18007|Where the hills of the dead and the valleys of pain 18007|Strew shame and anguish like a foul and brown, 18007|And the souls of a thousand years have no home. 18007|Where, full of the glory of God, 18007|He sits smiling on the new-born land; 18007|On this earth that is only a glimpse 18007|Of His grandeur and mercy, he lies. 18007|In the valley of old leagues and of old leagues, 18007|I hear the voice of God ringing still, 18007|And the heart of a man beats on an empty ear. 18007|In the valley of old leagues and of old leagues, 18007|Where never a heart is heard to sigh, 18007|Nor a soul cries out to the living above, 18007|Where the sea of our sorrows cannot swell; 18007|Where ever the weary wait unheeded by; 18007|And never a heart can answer all they cry. 18007|Only the heart of a man 18007|Is the only one that can answer all they cry. 18007|And the man of the valley of old leagues 18007|Dares not call his own desert into hearth; 18007|For the voice of God is a voice for his soul 18007|And the voice of a man can make or mar. 18007|Where the voice of God is the only one 18007|Can make or mar or break or heal. 18007|For he must be strong, that he may be one 18007|That the world may pray to, and be a part 18007|Of the hope of the worlds until the Last 18007|When the hearts of men shall break and wail, 18007|And the voices of the living shall cease. 18007|In the heart of a man, O Lord, 18007|Is a love that cannot cease; 18007|It is the love of man that is the life. 18007|It is the love of man that is the life. 18007|No man can be truly happy where he is. 18007|Who holds in his hands the treasure of life, 18007|And does not cry, with the sigh of the child, 18007|"The world is all a part of the world, O Lord!" 18007|Is ======================================== SAMPLE 1260 ======================================== 19226|They are not yet aught 19226|Of the same, with the same 19226|Tenderness, 19226|Nor aught of their worth; 19226|They cannot understand 19226|Your words. 19226|To you it means 19226|Some idle thought, 19226|Or an idle word; 19226|To them, 19226|It means 19226|Some old, old thought. 19226|It is all to you! 19226|Oh, do it not! 19226|I dare not do it, 19226|It seems unwise; 19226|It runs against all sense 19226|Of right and right to do 19226|Until it seems to be 19226|A wrong, 19226|A wrong, from the start;-- 19226|Let me not spoil 19226|My fair youth 19226|By wasting it, 19226|Or making it less true. 19226|I shall be what you make me, 19226|And never cease 19226|To be what you wish me-- 19226|Loving you, hating you, 19226|Love and hate alike, 19226|But never forget, 19226|Nor change for any man 19226|What I was made for. 19226|So, till that change comes, 19226|Keep me in tune; 19226|I will never, never change, 19226|But change my song 19226|To what you say I am 19226|Till, in a little while, 19226|What I was made for, 19226|You shall find me what you want. 19226|A child would never hurt a fly 19226|With tongs of venom, or with knife, 19226|Or, in the snare of false desire, 19226|Weary of the false desire, 19226|Would turn to grass the flies in sight, 19226|And let them rest; and even I, 19226|Having seen you make them eat, 19226|Have much compassion on them. 19226|Would that he took your pity, 19226|And, having heard how you are hurt, 19226|Could make the fly's dying agony, 19226|Or, if he needs must sting the rest, 19226|Would keep from further deed the sting, 19226|And kill it in the leafing bower. 19226|O, if the world had ears or wings 19226|To hear the pity you bestow 19226|On young, undone, poor love,-- 19226|Whate'er the cost;-- 19226|Would that she knew the thing I know. 19226|Why did the soul of Man 19226|Change from his first eternal likeness, 19226|As he grew older? 19226|Why did the flower in the spring-time vanish? 19226|Why did the daybreak's dreams of hope depart? 19226|All things are changed; 19226|The sun, the air, the flowers; 19226|The summer wanes, and yet the flower is undimmed. 19226|Why did the wind change to madness, 19226|And the rainbow color change from blue? 19226|Why did the bird change form? 19226|Because I loved her--yes, I love her too. 19226|The flowers are changed, the birds; 19226|She is still the flower--she only is. 19226|A child would never wound a fly, 19226|Why, let him come and kiss me; 19226|But a man would kiss his sun-kissed rose 19226|When it is red, and warm, and new. 19226|My eyes have often seen you weep 19226|To see the dew bespangled flowers, 19226|And have remembered how you frowned 19226|To see the bud and bloom emerge. 19226|And yet this sorrow was too great 19226|For one to bear alone; 19226|What made you weeping? 19226|I weep through fear. 19226|Your tears fell fast; but what are they? 19226|Some secret sorrow, 19226|And, were he blind, thought you were gods; 19226|Such tears are tears of joy. 19226|I have a secret grief 19226|That's nothing to my sad heart; 19226|It is that you have loved awhile, 19226|And now I cannot find ======================================== SAMPLE 1270 ======================================== 29378|We're not really in it for the money." 29378|"We've got no need of much of that," he said. 29378|"No, no," says little Bobbie, "We're really in it for fun." 29378|The little folks thought it was the big wheel of the world 29378|That started that way, and not the little lady's eyes; 29378|But when the wheels got round about one hundred and four 29378|When they heard 'Thing-o'-the-Month was only twelve-to-twelve. 29378|With only a little wheel, the world was quite a sight, 29378|And that made them glad while the wheels were at the round; 29378|But now the wheel-bubble has put their merry mirth to flight, 29378|And when the wheels come round about two hundred and thirty-six, 29378|They'll put the merry mirth to rights if it can go back. 29378|Now, who the devil's that at the wheel?-- 29378|And who the devil's that in the wheel? 29378|And who the joy of all the wheel?-- 29378|And who the Devil that loves Thee?-- 29378|Hither, hither, with a song and a prayer 29378|We come to Thee with thanks and reverence! 29378|The child with blue eyes 29378|Dost thou still chase 29378|The merry sun through? 29378|In youth's fair morn, 29378|Thine hour of fall, 29378|When the sweet earth and sky, 29378|The stars and heath, 29378|Their tender bloom renew, 29378|While summer and winter's heat 29378|In summer-devouring hours 29378|Their sweets are shedding. 29378|Thy smile once more 29378|Smile warm and bright 29378|On such a face as mine! 29378|O fair, fair flower born 29378|Of loveliest blood 29378|Whoe'er thou art, I pray Thee, 29378|Satchento, bend thee now 29378|Shade of my summer. 29378|But who art thou, that com'st this way, 29378|Com'st this way with dew-dropping tears 29378|To see the face I see not? 29378|And who art thou, this sorrowful hour, 29378|That com'st this way, sad and slow? 29378|And who art thou, this sorrowful hour 29378|That com'st this way to me? 29378|Art thou the maiden 29378|Who, in joyous youth, 29378|Sang sweetly in her ear 29378|The charms of her young lover; 29378|And loved him so, 29378|'And loved he so,' as she taught him? 29378|Hast thou forgotten? 29378|Hast thou forgotten how, 29378|Beneath thy kisses, 29378|His heart was full of passion-- 29378|His blood was hot, his eye 29378|Seem'd to gaze love's way? 29378|Or did the morning-star 29378|Turn from the forest 29378|Because it feared his power? 29378|Hast thou forgotten 29378|The wonted value 29378|Of a sweet smile from thee? 29378|Hast thou forgotten 29378|How, when the moment came 29378|When he called thee his beloved, 29378|He lit the altar-flame 29378|With vows and prayers? 29378|The moon shone on the grave 29378|Where his white bones lay; 29378|The sunset lit up the grass 29378|Where they were laid. 29378|The wind is the wind's father; 29378|In infancy it nursed the young 29378|When the broad sun, in glory, shines 29378|O'er waters blue. 29378|The light clouds are the little wings 29378|Of the dark clouds wandering near; 29378|In the deeps of night the little clouds are borne 29378|Like the wingèd spirits of God. 29378|Thou, who seekest Paradise, where I 29378|Have seen thee first, O sun, upon me throw. 29378|No shade of gloom--a golden grace o'er thee, 29378|I see thee never; a lovely face 29378 ======================================== SAMPLE 1280 ======================================== 1534|And a dream came to the old, 1534|Like a flash of lightning and a flash of thunder, 1534|And I dreamed he was dead, and so was I: 1534|And still I dream these things to-day. 1534|One day it happened to me 1534|That a little yellow egg 1534|At the end of a folded scarf 1534|Had sat without a crack. 1534|It was only a little yellow egg. 1534|And when I woke and saw 1534|The window rolled with frost, 1534|And how the moon stood up, in white, in front of the door 1534|Like a woman who's asleep, 1534|I said to myself, as I waited in my little yellow egg 1534|For the spring to come, 1534|"What's the use of bothering him? 1534|The summer waits, and the children play; 1534|My mother went to the fair last May, 1534|My father's gone away on war-time, 1534|And it won't come back again. 1534|My father took a fancy to me, 1534|He said I was his own-- 1534|And he took me here to London, 1534|For he wanted a writer, 1534|And he said, if I would write for him 1534|I should have his heart." 1534|Then I said to myself, as I waited in my little yellow egg 1534|For the spring to come, 1534|"What's the use of worrying him? 1534|We'll write for the father now. 1534|No matter what happens, 1534|When the sun mounts his throne, 1534|There will be time for our writing. 1534|Now that he's dead, 1534|We can put all his thoughts of us 1534|In one big column. 1534|They have made him the prince of songs, 1534|They have crowned him king. 1534|They have given him the clothes he wears, 1534|The crown, the cloak to wear. 1534|The children come to him by and by, 1534|His mother, too, is there. 1534|There is always time to him, 1534|The children, and my heart." 1534|And when he woke, and saw the white moon in the empty room, 1534|The white moon like a little hand, he said, "O, Father!" and she 1534|answered, not in the language of his mind, but with the language 1534|of the nightingale, 1534|"There is time for all of us, 1534|For the children, and the Father, 1534|When the sun's at his throne, 1534|When the moon is at the window, 1534|Writing new verses for us 1534|In a strange tongue that no one understands." 1534|The year has come to an end: 1534|Winter stands on the dial-stone, 1534|And says, "Shut your eyes, Child, 1534|The sun goes down in the dark." 1534|And in his hand he brings in his glass-snuffer, 1534|And in his glass says, "Who is yer?" 1534|The little Baby says, "Baby, Baby, 1534|I cannot say, I can not say, 1534|If I should say good-night, 1534|Or say good-bye to you; 1534|For all the things I've seen and done between us, 1534|Between us two, have made me know very well, 1534|That I alone am to blame," says Baby. 1534|"My father went into a fearful fright, 1534|When I heard the news that he heard. 1534|He took me by the hand and urged me, says Baby, 1534|To keep silent and to bear up. 1534|I heard the clapping of the parrot-cock, 1534|And the screech of the great cat, says Baby, 1534|And I thought the talk of the parrot-cock, 1534|And the frightful crying of the great cat, 1534|Was all that was left of me. 1534|But even this I could not bear; 1534|So I went upstairs and hid myself. 1534|My father found me in the afternoon, 1534|And he began to beat me ======================================== SAMPLE 1290 ======================================== 1304|The air around is full of clink, 1304|The clock is striking twelve, 1304|The morning breeze is up, 1304|And in the casement sits the sun. 1304|The bird is singing on the tree, 1304|The sky is like a sheet, 1304|And all is quiet as a sleep. 1304|The clock is striking twelve, 1304|The bird is singing on the tree, 1304|The sky is like a sheet, 1304|And all is quiet as a sleep. 1304|The moon at midnight in heaven is shining, 1304|The nightingale is singing in the night, 1304|The crickets' discordant chirr 'gainst chirr resonant, 1304|Like voices in mine ear, 1304|And love with love like brothers rhymes over, 1304|And nothing understood 1304|Can ever be understood. 1304|I met a traveller from a far country, 1304|His hair was as black as black can be, 1304|But he spoke little things well trained in lines 1304|That made the eyebrows of me say 'Well done!' 1304|He wore a scarf of crimson and of gray, 1304|And he sang all the day with such and such, 1304|And he was the perfect gentleman: 1304|I had a soft white hand, and a scarf of red, 1304|And a heart that was white as a down. 1304|I have been with many a soul in love 1304|That came from the other side of the sea, 1304|And I know in my heart that the best is o' the best, 1304|The soul that comes after a long time. 1304|There is a road that is bright with promise 1304|As the road to heaven for men to travel, 1304|There are blossoms in the sweet air sweet, 1304|There is peace in the heaven above, 1304|For the hope of the traveller to welcome, 1304|For the soul on the way to heaven to wait. 1304|For he shall have love for ever with him, 1304|A friend in the road to heaven and pain, 1304|And he shall have no home in the sky, 1304|But the joys of the traveller to share, 1304|To fare on the road to heaven and wait. 1304|O that the traveller who goes away 1304|Is the best that he can bring with him, 1304|And the friend of the traveller to be 1304|A friend in the road to heaven and pain! 1304|The traveller is a friend in all ways, 1304|The traveller is a dear, dear friend; 1304|And they love the traveller and hate the night, 1304|But the friend of the traveller and pain. 1304|O that the traveller who goes away 1304|Shall find the road to his heaven and rest, 1304|For the traveller must wander far and dim, 1304|But the friend of the traveller and pain. 1304|The traveller is a pilgrim from his birth, 1304|Though life's journey be light and cheer, 1304|And death is far off, and joy is but sweet 1304|If the traveller can find an evening seat. 1304|Then the traveller in heaven shall rest, 1304|And he shall not waste his strength and breath, 1304|On the road to his heaven and pain. 1304|For the traveller is a pilgrim light and weak, 1304|And all the world hath room for pain and death, 1304|But the friend of the traveller and pain. 1304|'And the traveller who goes away from me, 1304|He is like the little bird I sent, 1304|Who sings his song with dauntless wing, 1304|But he will not bring back the treasure, 1304|As I hoped he would, for years and years. 1304|And I thought that the little bird would sing 1304|Songs of hope and peace, for a little while, 1304|But he has flown away without returning 1304|And I have no hope for any birds, 1304|For the traveller must go away without him, 1304|To sleep by the road to his heaven and pain.' 1304|O if you should hear my sighing voice 1304|Cry as I go, 1304|And the white mist drift ======================================== SAMPLE 1300 ======================================== 2732|An' I could see his eyes was lightin' like a tappet 2732|That's down in some dimple in 'at alley, 2732|An' when his talk went on at vittin high, 2732|It seemed to make the water sing, 2732|An' when I watched him 'bout a month or more, 2732|Now I never quite understood it. 2732|'At once I saw he wasn't a swet 2732|Nor 'at could hold a candle to 'at I say; 2732|Nor did he make a spark a dud, 2732|Or try to sell me any more. 2732|An' when he did, an' when _he_ did, 2732|I swear that he did look _so_ smart, 2732|With that sharp eye and that tappet nose, 2732|An' his long black hair a-standin' straight 2732|An' so perfect an' so nice. 2732|An' then I saw that nose go round, 2732|An' how it went 'tween me and thee, 2732|I can't tell you, but I know 2732|There was more than a tappet there 2732|In 'twas two persons there. 2732|There was a little yellow dog, 2732|Who lived in the little wooden shed, 2732|That had a little garden, with a fence 2732|An' a little fence 'tween you an' me. 2732|Two little boys made flowers for me 2732|To tie around their little necks; 2732|There was a little mouse, and a little rat, 2732|And a fat old goose upon a wing; 2732|A little old cat sat on a stool, 2732|Swinging her rocking-chair in meditative pose; 2732|A little old cat, and a little old man, 2732|With a big stick, and a basket at their nose; 2732|A little old cat, and a little old cat, 2732|With a big stick, with a basket at their head. 2732|And if the old cat wanted to speak, 2732|She sat on her tippy toes, 2732|Watchin' the people on the sidewalk fall 2732|An' shout an' shout away. 2732|The little old cat was a lady and the little old cat 2732|The little old cat was a queen, 2732|With a soft round dimple on her chin, 2732|A satin gown that trailed so low 2732|You couldn't catch a glimpse o' her feet. 2732|She fed the ducks and she fed the lambs, 2732|And she took the babies to her milk, 2732|Until her life was almost spent, 2732|But still she lived that little old life,-- 2732|A pretty little old life! 2732|She lived for country joys-- 2732|For country fairs and cook-outs; 2732|For fields full of beans and peas, 2732|For whitening fields of buttercup,-- 2732|For all the lovely sights that be: 2732|A lovely view of the mountains 2732|And the blue of the clouds; 2732|A lovely sound of the prairies 2732|And the ripplin' of the croon, 2732|And the buzz o' the clover 2732|And the flowrin' of the rill. 2732|But what did she care for fields or summers, 2732|For tickled toes or irons,--for dusty miles 2732|An' rugged hills that rise and p'raps seem tame, 2732|The clouds an' sky an' all the pomp an' pride 2732|You never read about on pages small. 2732|She saw a face just as fair as them 2732|In the flowers an' the sunny eyes an' hair o' blond, 2732|An' it wasn't one face only, 2732|It was just YOU,--that's ME,-- 2732|My dear old Aunt Ruth, she lived on Hanover moor 2732|And ate most anything that grew. 2732|She lived a gouty muck o' healths an' brains, 2732|An' sometimes, when the sun was down 2732|She had a dream about her home on Hessenden moor, 27 ======================================== SAMPLE 1310 ======================================== 1279|An' all in a' the coaste o' the hale: 1279|Then a' the foursome beat heartes in a fury-- 1279|Their gree't--their grunting an' their rousin', 1279|An' their crookit quak, an' their tusslins squealin', 1279|Their screichit tarts, an' their soughit tans, 1279|Their granes, an' the shank, an' the bark o' their han's, 1279|Their wan's, an' the flow'rs o' their weans. 1279|Their hares an' their fancies may nane discern, 1279|Their follies may go seekin' for a sense, 1279|Or a' that gowd maks the brain sae wobbly, 1279|An' the auld sap in't frolic wi' glee. 1279|But still, wi' the clooase o' their auld gray hairs, 1279|They're a' the braw waefu' herds that nature culls, 1279|As their a' thoughts are a' o' men an' manners, 1279|Or the auld sap's o' gowd that gars the craws. 1279|Tune--"The Bozic Smithing Corps." 1279|When in the gloaming the dark clouds are fleet, 1279|And Hearst John has left the mountain's brow, 1279|Where, to the west, in roaring torrents, stream, 1279|The rugged rocks are tossing in the gale; 1279|When over the forest's dark-fac'd bank, 1279|In wild disorder, the mountain stream 1279|Flies like a torrent through the wood's dark sweep, 1279|While the brown woods and wintry heights between 1279|The furnace's glare, the torrent's roar, is heard. 1279|When on our northern mountains, like a flame, 1279|The snowy steeps of Winter's torrent leap, 1279|Rearing the mountain, as a torrent flows 1279|O'er forest, ravine, or glen, in thunder-plays; 1279|And, as up the mountain's steep, mountain, steep, 1279|The mountain stream and lake one dreary track 1279|Together go scattering down the glen: 1279|So, in his winter camp, with his guide-book, John 1279|Lies languidly, while he his roving eye 1279|Walks over the white slope of the mountains high, 1279|And thinks of every pleasure, and every pain 1279|That he shall miss; for, though his eye be bright, 1279|His heart is cold, and dark is his grey ken. 1279|Oh, woe is me! I've no light heart 1279|To the day-star's gaze to tend to thee; 1279|And I've no heart, nor strength, nor skill, 1279|To cast the shadow of thee into my fancy. 1279|How gladly would the sun 1279|Gather thro' the mountain-tops 1279|The stars that o'er our pathway steer; 1279|But the night's dark gloom consumes 1279|The day-beam, and, half-sick, 1279|I hear the lindens wailing, 1279|The dingle's curse o'er the lea: 1279|How happy, then, I'd make thee, Love! 1279|To wander thro' the linn, and pine 1279|Amid the berry-bush and myclae, 1279|Where, as my muse may fancy, 1279|The bonny-headed thorn i' the glen 1279|For brawliness is my desire: 1279|Or, o'er the mountain's brow, 1279|By lake and river, the wild deer stray; 1279|And, sweetest dove of all, 1279|The bonny-breed in her nest is laid! 1279|Now, did I tell thee true, 1279|And thou couldst tell the same, 1279|Content and blithe would I be 1279|Within thy hav'ry ever. 1279|Whate'er thou wilt, ma' dear, 1279|I'm blest to tell thee so: 1279 ======================================== SAMPLE 1320 ======================================== 19385|Ye're welcome, welcome to the North, 19385|An' wi' a cup o' kindness pour; 19385|May the bonnie lassie in your life, 19385|A bonnie friend be your ain. 19385|The lass I lo'e dear, 19385|Wha lo'es me best, 19385|She looks an' she sings to me 19385|And she wiles me awa: 19385|Oh! how wiles she charms awa 19385|My heart awa! 19385|But she looks an' she sings to me 19385|An' she wiles me awa! 19385|I'll never wed for gaet awa 19385|That sweet lassie i' my arms, 19385|But, ah! an' her wiles me awa 19385|An' her wiles me awa. 19385|Aye, though I be as young as she, 19385|I lo'e auld Scotland most; 19385|For the auld North's a kind heelant,-- 19385|For the auld South's a kind heelant; 19385|And I think that far frae heav'n's rim 19385|Heaven smiles to those on earth. 19385|For the auld naething South may well 19385|suffer a heart inordin'd; 19385|And I think that far frae heav'n's rim 19385|heaven's smiles to those on earth. 19385|The bonnie lass o' Fife, 19385|Wha lo'es but herself, 19385|She's auld, she's young, she's auld, 19385|and aye her heart's in waefu' 19385|For her darling little laddie 19385|An' his blithe heart o' cheer! 19385|For the bonnie lass o' Fife, 19385|wha lo'es but herself, 19385|She's auld, she's young, she's auld, 19385|and aye her heart's in waefu' 19385|For her darling little laddie 19385|An' his blithe heart o' cheer; 19385|O what ails the lad? 19385|I'd like an axe to kill him, maybe, 19385|Wi' some sweet pouther an' a bottle o' gin, 19385|Sae when I gae's the case. 19385|But I'm na sae hard, 19385|But I'm na sae wae, 19385|For I wouldna gie a ride wi' him, 19385|Wha's as hard as he can be! 19385|O what ails the lad? 19385|I'd like an axe to kill him, maybe, 19385|Wi' some sweet pouther an' a bottle o' gin, 19385|Sae when I gae's the case. 19385|But I'm na sae hard, 19385|But I'm na sae wae, 19385|For I wouldna gie a ride wi' him, 19385|Wha's as hard as he can be! 19385|Gie him a ride frae the Castle, O! 19385|And I vow, an' ye ride him, I shall do't; 19385|Wha will a bonnie lassie be? 19385|And I'll serve him on my platter, O! 19385|I hae a braw place in Edinburgh town, 19385|But my heart is sair troubles to think o', 19385|Maith amang Sir Hugh, a mither on his knee. 19385|"There's a lass braw an' a lass to duce, 19385|And a bonnie lass wi' the hair o' her e'e; 19385|I will have my gowd wi' the laddie on his arm; 19385|Sae I will give him a braw place in Edinburgh town." 19385|O, I hae a home in Edinburgh town 19385|Where the auld folks sit, in a fiel'; 19385|I canna tell them what things to wear, 19385|But I will bid them gie the door a lapp like a gate. 19385|The waukrife thief to the waukrife thief will gan glide, 19 ======================================== SAMPLE 1330 ======================================== 3665|To help us through the stinging hours, 3665|And with the love and care we need. 3665|So, when to-morrow rolls around, 3665|We'll go and learn to cope 3665|With every obstacle that's thrown up 3665|In front of our unheeding front,-- 3665|The lonely road that leads but _to_, 3665|By which the bushrangers go. 3665|To-night it is the holiday, 3665|My father's best and last, 3665|And to the school the only ones 3665|Who come that way for study or play. 3665|I like the school as best as I can, 3665|But there are hours of idle time, 3665|So, may I e'er attend there! 3665|We read the Bible; it's a book 3665|That fills our souls with terror; 3665|It cries, "Fight on, though hopeless, 3665|For the victory O Lord!" 3665|The children weep as eagerly. 3665|Their tears are shed on me; 3665|They take my hand in theirs, and cry, 3665|"The end is sure, we know!" 3665|O may I e'er come back again 3665|And learn the word _Hope_! 3665|For most of us it is God knows 3665|What is my _Hope_? It is that smile 3665|Our fathers felt, before the Lord 3665|Became incarnate--a vision so sweet 3665|That, though life seems all unkind, 3665|We should live to see him come again 3665|When He returns each soul to us. 3665|I know not if he come at night, 3665|When people are at rest; 3665|'Tis but as life a moment brings 3665|That he appears; 3665|It is but as shadows dim 3665|The light that now is dying. 3665|How will my Father know? 3665|He cannot see my hope! 3665|I hear my footsteps nigh. 3665|But then He sees my face! 3665|The sight of him will lift my heart 3665|A little from its trance, 3665|And make it, like some gentle power, 3665|More tender than before. 3665|Oh! to be seen of Him! 3665|He cannot fail to love! 3665|The sight of Him will make me less 3665|A thing of earth, than He 3665|Who knows my childlike bliss 3665|And loves me, while I lie 3665|A sleeping sleeping child. 3665|A child-like fear will then arise 3665|And fill my soul with dread 3665|Of sinning once again, 3665|Until I reach the brink, 3665|Of death by senseless shame 3665|And wretchedness and wrong. 3665|But, Father, Thou wilt not fail, 3665|Sealing his love within 3665|The Eternal Everlasting, 3665|Whose throne is in the sky. 3665|No doubt can change my heart; 3665|I do not fear to die, 3665|For how could I look on the abyss 3665|At the mercy of God? 3665|I will not think of the grave, 3665|Since I might die ere I was able 3665|To seek a pass from the Lord, 3665|But I'll pray for the grace to overcome 3665|The sin of blasphemy. 3665|I will not seek for heaven, 3665|Since I should be unable to reach heaven, 3665|But I will pray for the power 3665|To make my soul divine 3665|To sit at His feet. 3665|The night is ending soon. 3665|The stars are beginning to peep; 3665|And the dark is beginning to peer 3665|Above the thick snow; 3665|But the wind in the tree-tops sings, 3665|And the birds are blithely singing 3665|Their best, the songs of May; 3665|And on the dimly lighted sky 3665|A star-penned bird, 3665|Has come to bring us good news 3665|From the Master of Life. 3665|Oh, he is so hale and hearty ======================================== SAMPLE 1340 ======================================== 1304|The birds are on the wing! 1304|The spring is sweet and fair, 1304|It is the time of gladness; 1304|The heart of man is joyful, 1304|And man's the least of joys. 1304|And though he have an ugly face, 1304|And wears a dirty shawl, 1304|There is no foulness in his mind, 1304|And no sin in his life. 1304|He may be dull and backward-looking, 1304|And his heart may not beat; 1304|But he is cheerful all the time, 1304|As a lark is cheerful springing. 1304|And I love to see him glad, 1304|And to hear him say, 1304|As that poor old crow he chants 1304|Among the corn and wheat, 1304|That he was fed at Middletown, 1304|And all the way to Warren. 1304|His breast is never weary 1304|Of feeding poor and rich, 1304|And his thoughts run forward kindly 1304|As the sun up the hill-side. 1304|He sees, he listens, he asks with delight, 1304|For he knows not how, yet he overhears what God has willed. 1304|To the tune of "The Good Time of the Year!" 1304|The sun is down, the trees are shaded, 1304|The brook is dead; 1304|The brook, the tree and dog 1304|Are lying silent without a stir. 1304|The brook is laid. 1304|The sky is gray and chill; 1304|It was a bright day's business; 1304|And now 't is dark. 1304|The brook is light and green 1304|As any shoot; 1304|It is never darker than a single feather. 1304|There was a time to laugh and a time to weep 1304|When the old time was right; 1304|It chanced so long ago 1304|That we all did sleep, 1304|But now we are awake 1304|To dream our dreams! 1304|For now we know 1304|That Time is but a dream: 1304|And the Good Time of the Year 1304|Is gone away. 1304|It made a great noise in the house, 1304|Out by the garden wall; 1304|In the garden it was shouting and barking, 1304|And the dogs were a-courting. 1304|The door flew open by the gable; 1304|The mouse was a-drawing near, 1304|And I knew right away that the cat was too. 1304|And what is the matter? 1304|Nothing at all! 1304|It only makes you so bolder. 1304|No, no; 1304|You are getting a little wilder. 1304|Why, what do you suppose? 1304|And why should I prove to what you represent 1304|That I am content 1304|And happy as you are? 1304|I do not know; 1304|I would rather be a naughty elf, 1304|Than be so brave as you are! 1304|The dog was a-cheekin' on the pillow, 1304|"I'd better take her out," said he; 1304|But the cat was a-shakin', 1304|And she said, "What is't, Mr. Dog? 1304|Why it's you I fear. 1304|If you do that, you will please me, 1304|And, at the petting of the feet, 1304|You may make your love more light." 1304|The dog was a-snailin', 1304|"I wouldn't mind at all, Mr. Rat. 1304|Let me say, I am a woman, 1304|And the mouse looked right through me; 1304|I thought you might be pleased to see me, 1304|But you'll be no pleasure me. 1304|I'll go to bed, then; 1304|I will go to bed. 1304|I'll go to bed, then; 1304|I will go to bed." 1304|I can't help it, I've done it enough. 1304|So, my dear dog, you've taken my ======================================== SAMPLE 1350 ======================================== 16059|El árbol del césped altivo. 16059|_La gente de un vieja, 16059|Y la segur de los ecos 16059|Con cuanto alto insano 16059|Y confuso en las almas, 16059|Que al fin en el mundo 16059|El que poco al cielo 16059|Más fuerte y al golpe._ 16059|En medio de la aire? 16059|¡Ah! ¡do vuestro vuelo, 16059|Sobre su pena maldito, 16059|Cervo su vencimiento, 16059|Por los pesareros también! 16059|¡Te diría, te diría! 16059|¡Cuántas alas los desvaríes 16059|¡Te diría, te diría! 16059|¡Eh! ¡cuántas alas los desvaríes 16059|Que muy bien me alabaréis! 16059|¡Te diría, te diría! 16059|¡Ay! ¡cuántas alas los desvaríes 16059|¡Te diría, te diría! 16059|¡Eh! ¡cuántas alas los desvaríes 16059|Que muy belleza infundeis! 16059|Ella es mío, doquier que viene 16059|No sabéis de jaspes, 16059|De los que le férreo me empieza, 16059|¡Te diría, te diría! 16059|¡Eh! ¡cuántas alas los desvaríes 16059|Que miedo de témigo había! 16059|Si me poco el vírpico roto 16059|Me se asegurme su esperanza, 16059|Tiene por los hondos no en vuelo, 16059|También con su dulce aviso. 16059|_¡Te diría, te diría!_� 16059|El alma, do quieriste á mí 16059|Ni eterno es su frente al cielo. 16059|Querétequesa, dobleztla lluno, 16059|Y de lágrimas llamas de tu lado. 16059|_¡Eh! ¡cuántas alas los desvaríes 16059|Que miedo de témigo había!_ 16059|Sobre su pena maldito, 16059|Sobre su pena maldito, 16059|En la tierra se veía 16059|Y á mi señor no lágrimas. 16059|¡Do quiera fiesta! 16059|Saldinandáis al alborio 16059|El dulce de ira llamo; 16059|En su esparcible de nieve 16059|No viáezéis á pascua, 16059|Ni viácias á pasar. 16059|No en verano, te parto: 16059|No ví, que es á mi nombre, 16059|Que no quiero vuestra tú. 16059|¡Eh! ¡cuántas alas los desvaríes 16059|Te veísimo en el misterio; 16059|Ni la niña te oprimía; 16059|Y te llaman porque bien. 16059|_¡Eh! ¡cuántas alas los desvaríes!_ 16059|Ya nos mis ojos la cima, 16059|Más que el oro loco más fuerte 16059|Que á mi alma y tu mano no te se llamanáis. 16059|¡Buena estoy de mis ojos, 16059|Bana días, dolor de mis ojos! 16059|¡Buena de mis ojos! 16059|¡Buena de mis ojos! 16059|O ======================================== SAMPLE 1360 ======================================== 24869|Fell, fell the King, the great of name, 24869|And blotted out with dreadful dread 24869|The fair, fair city of Ithaca. 24869|As to the mountain where the fire 24869|Sinks when the smith by magic wrought, 24869|So, when that glorious city lay, 24869|All Gods and spirits fled in fear. 24869|Then with her brother Ráma’s aid, 24869|With all the aid that royal power 24869|Could by its own might overpower, 24869|Till earth and heaven were left desolate, 24869|In Sítá’s faith, in Sítá’s strength, 24869|The dames and sages fled away 24869|With all their thoughts and senses mixed, 24869|With all their love and all their pride. 24869|But Ráma, fierce of heart, and wroth 24869|That in the city of Uñasthan 24869|The wives of all the Gods had fled 24869|Against the summons he assailed, 24869|Sought to overthrow the wise 24869|Faith of the mother of the men 24869|By her foul counsels brought for naught. 24869|But fierce his wrath and furious grew, 24869|And for his wife’s deceivèd pride, 24869|He hurled the city into flame 24869|And smote the women of the day. 24869|They sought the city with long pace, 24869|All with the flames of flaming fire, 24869|And all to meet their lord and guide 24869|By fire and flame on all sides rushed. 24869|To every side the giant lord, 24869|Beside a spacious lake he paced, 24869|The people gathered round him who 24869|Had heard his voice and seen his form. 24869|Canto IV. Rávan’s Speech. 24869|Through the soft air of morn he came 24869|Where women and men lay in wait 24869|For Rávaṇ with an impious will 24869|To murder him by deadly snare. 24869|And while the mighty Ráma gazed 24869|With eager eyes which no reproach touched, 24869|At length upon the envoys he 24869|Came threatening words in evil hue: 24869|“Come back, O women born and bred, 24869|And tell the king: the hand I lay 24869|That slew my brother, and the blood 24869|Which through my veins I drank and shed 24869|To Vishṇu in his hollow grave, 24869|I am his bride, and he is slain. 24869|Fled is the prince, and banished hence 24869|His wrath against me and his pride. 24869|I will not slay him through the dregs 24869|Of his life and mine and all our power, 24869|But he must perish, as the word 24869|Viratá, or Khara to thee said. 24869|I will not yet allow him death, 24869|Nor long abide where he may lie. 24869|I will avenge the death of thee 24869|And all my kindred, each and all.” 24869|He ceased; and every woman knew 24869|For him the speech a mortal spake. 24869|But when the hero to the spot 24869|Of Míthilá, the river-ford(272) saw, 24869|Through her desire to aid him cried, 24869|As a vast river sweeps along 24869|Before the mighty wind: “Not so, 24869|My love, but save the king of men. 24869|He, with his life at stake, defends 24869|The right of all the Gods to sway. 24869|Avenge thee, Indra, if thee fear; 24869|For thou, the world’s chief and best, 24869|Must yield to thy devîta now.” 24869|Thus she her speech and love renewed, 24869|And with her tears and earnest prayer 24869|To Indra turned, while all the air 24869|Heard and returned her answer where 24869|Thought he “Aye, be the mightiest King.” 24869|The envoys heard the words she said, 24869|And ======================================== SAMPLE 1370 ======================================== 1745|Whom this Angel of fairest countrey 1745|Doth so demeile in His celestial work, 1745|That in all graces he seems to languish; 1745|Yet is His felicitie and highnesse 1745|Warm and plenteous, without all decrease. 1745|He, of all Living creatures, frugal 1745|To Man, most just, though just to fall, 1745|For mercy seemd, not for deserts, 1745|But meritorious deeds afterward 1745|(So gens hye and small) with grace divine 1745|Drawn from his owne Sacriledge, voutsaf't 1745|With pittances due, and pious poure 1745|Of altars fit, to appeare hisoure 1745|With holy altars, rites devout, 1745|Vessels appertaining unto God, 1745|Vim let him fayre vp, fittest to thir kinde: 1745|He, if so be his conscience just, 1745|Shall live eternall, and at his lik! 1745|Say, holiest Muses, shall not God 1745|These happy twinkling worlds affording gladness, 1745|And every place prepare, to him appearre, 1745|Blithe as the sun, where he approaceth pure, 1745|Which oft, as thou hast seen and seene, is faire; 1745|Fit place for Heaun to come forth and sit, 1745|Fit place for to go forth and take his fill. 1745|Where He that framed all things, all is His, 1745|And He that formd them all, all is His; 1745|Where He that pourtracst light, all is His; 1745|There He playn His part, and all things there did please; 1745|All playn His part, and all things He pleasaunce, 1745|Rash man, unmanly felicity, 1745|Here tunefullly to spoile another man; 1745|All is His play, He spoiles other men too. 1745|What though on strange occasions, my Madam, 1745|Thy gentle heart, so freind, doth easily 1745|Overgrow with importunate despight, 1745|And when the heart's delight is past away 1745|Thoughts of it now bereft thee, and find vent 1745|In thoughts of dead affection farre excesse? 1745|But, my deere Love, for thy selfe I trow, 1745|It shall be treble dear, so pleas'd, so proude: 1745|That ever, when death thy selfe encloud, 1745|Thy heart in thee for to be dead confound, 1745|It shall for thy selfe in death be cloven; 1745|And the same power shall in death it fuse, 1745|Which now compunceth thee and Me for to live. 1745|So told I by some uncertain prophecyes, 1745|Whiche, flying, like to serpents wringing thorns, 1745|Drew every one from me; but, strange to relate, 1745|The seraphim vndice not to death their prey, 1745|But to the grave with all their might attend; 1745|Save that one, whom my Spirit late heard sing 1745|In my Empyreal Hall, whose name it is 1745|A little space, who now in tomb is tun'd, 1745|Forgetfull of all mortal part; yet I 1745|Lead gaue and hospitably hospitably 1745|All joyce to him, that here may rest him hymned. 1745|And her vnspired she stille was of patience, 1745|And much content, and much of mirth and glee, 1745|As schewed this thing out; and so upon foote 1745|(Her spirit leap), full soon as she was near, 1745|Into my bosom did she all my soul ensew, 1745|And brought me to a state wherein I thought 1745|Him only my Soul love, and me his mind; 1745|And in my mind mine owne selfe I sete apart, 1745|To love him as my selfe, and follow his steps 1745|As my ======================================== SAMPLE 1380 ======================================== 37649|And all her life was happy and sweet. 37649|Aye, and in the midst of all bewailing! 37649|'T is hard to tell! 37649|The world is made, that she may walk in it, 37649|A happy spirit, for to know it. 37649|For to see, that is the end and beginning, 37649|The crown and the end of all creation. 37649|Ah! that we had not that which we have been: 37649|The joy, that is for life and for desire, 37649|The terror, that is for sorrow and pain, 37649|The grief, that is for heaven and for hell, 37649|The terror, that is for death and mischance. 37649|But our is hard-made, and that should be seen; 37649|And it is no wonder if the world's 37649|That, for this woman, to keep her in tune, 37649|Keeps her in tune by the heart's best means. 37649|And then her voice of a wonderous sweetness! 37649|Ah! that it was there! 37649|And then her eyes! Oh, the eyes! the eyes!-- 37649|That were so full of light, with so beauteous gleam! 37649|And then her brow! How white! How dark! So white! 37649|And then her cheek! Her pale, tender cheek! 37649|Aye, and her brow! Oh, the brow! the brow! 37649|How dark,--oh, how dark! As if the stars, 37649|And the moon, and the stars were gossips, 37649|And hid in clouds their love-scenes through: 37649|And the earth's love like the woman's was strange, 37649|But her heart's love like a secret light. 37649|There was a word in the world that no soul, 37649|Being too great to speak of, and being too small 37649|To feel, a word might pass between a man and woman. 37649|This word was Love. And to be loved is an alien thing. 37649|Nor was Love only an animal birth; 37649|For, speaking of Love, a man might say--"I am Love." 37649|For, speaking of Love, a woman might say--"I am he." 37649|And even the passionless heart in the bosom which presses 37649|One cold white flower from the waterless, thirsty earth 37649|Might call itself Love, being a part of the Love of God. 37649|And all the passionless love in the heart--which is Love's-- 37649|Were part of a single flower-flower that died, 37649|Died to bloom in the world of one passion, and shone 37649|Out through the passion of Love on the world of men. 37649|The voice that is the voice of a man, 37649|He who speaks is the poet in tune 37649|With the life of the world whom he ras'ls. 37649|The voice that is the voice of a woman, 37649|She who saith is the woman in daw'rs, 37649|Her face is the face of the day and night; 37649|And the voice that is the voice of a child 37649|Is God's voice in the child's heart. 37649|O women, for women's sakes, 37649|As wise women were, that you spak. 37649|O men, for men's sake, be just, 37649|And be wise in your ways as you go. 37649|I do not doubt but that in the end 37649|The world will come to an end; 37649|And men grown dull, and wives grown old, 37649|Shall find their place once more. 37649|But, look you, he who sits here, 37649|To whose eyes and by whose side 37649|The world is all a-thunder 37649|In such a way, 37649|Must have a mind not dim, 37649|And will find a joy to behold 37649|In such a thing. 37649|He cannot do it in a moment 37649|As he sees the days grow old; 37649|But who hath lived a life all full of hope 37649|In such a way, 37649|Has not lost the way. 37649|If you would ======================================== SAMPLE 1390 ======================================== 27401|That she and he might never cease 27401|By night and day to be apart 27401|In the old churchyard of the spring 27401|And hear the wind-harp of the vine 27401|And watch the moon-shapes of the wood 27401|And smell the breath of dawn; 27401|Till she and she alone 27401|Must wait and watch and watch 27401|Till time and space shall cease 27401|To be and be dissolved away 27401|Into a new delight. 27401|Ah, who can tell 27401|How long in that pale world alone 27401|He waited and watched and watched? 27401|Ah, who-- 27401|How long in such a world so deep 27401|The love to whom the world is kind 27401|Has seen all beauty pass away 27401|And loved all hearts to grief! 27401|Who can say 27401|How long that dusky world and gay 27401|Their flowers have held the sun and flowers 27401|And touched his heart to music? 27401|Who can say 27401|If he has ever loved this world 27401|Or else has loved because of it, 27401|Or yet because it is kind? 27401|Ah, what has been, or what can be, 27401|This summer day or to-morrow 27401|Save the wild light of the rose 27401|That hung on the dead leaves still 27401|Above the dead years of him 27401|That longed to be a poet? 27401|Ah, what has been, what can be, 27401|This sun-filled earth or to be, 27401|Or any such day of spring! 27401|What has been, what can be, 27401|This life of him that was; 27401|The spirit or the flesh that felt 27401|This summer day or to-morrow 27401|The spirit or the flesh that loved: 27401|The song of a bird or flower, 27401|The breath of the earth or sky, 27401|The spirit or the flesh that thought 27401|What summer day or what to-morrow 27401|Should thrill the world with spring? 27401|Ah, what has been, what can be, 27401|This death of him that was, 27401|This life or flesh that dies, 27401|This death or flesh that dies. 27401|What has been, what can be, 27401|This life or flesh that dies; 27401|This death; for this, and every death, 27401|Love lives anew for aye, 27401|But for his soul whereof it dies, 27401|Love lives in nothing nor mirth: 27401|Love lives for love that dies, 27401|And life, for the life that dies. 27401|There was a light to be seen, 27401|Shining or sunk in shade; 27401|No cloudlet to be seen 27401|In the sunset's misty bed; 27401|No speck for star to seek, 27401|In the twilight's sullen shade; 27401|For all things else enjoyed, 27401|The green grasses past them bore; 27401|The sky above them passed, 27401|The earth beneath them lay. 27401|Then, a maiden there did stand, 27401|Like the first star to rise, 27401|Like the first wind to be 27401|The first to make an end: 27401|She sat her down beside 27401|Like the flower of all the year. 27401|Like the wind of all the world 27401|She did lie 'neath the sky; 27401|And as one in dream doth sit 27401|And one above her stands; 27401|So the world between them met 27401|On the mountain-sward's height: 27401|And the mountain-sighing made 27401|For the last time that night 27401|An end of rest to life: 27401|So the maiden at the skies 27401|Did watch, the mountain's sigh, 27401|Till the sunrise's breath made plain 27401|What the maiden did there. 27401|At the beginning of light and of day, 27401|When the sun first began to rise 27401|In the east and the dawn to show 27401|And the earth made face ======================================== SAMPLE 1400 ======================================== 3023|There is a great, deep sea, 3023|'Tis the heart of earth, 3023|The wave the grave; 3023|But the wave can never fall 3023|From out the grave! 3023|Hark! I hear a cry, 3023|And a voice is screaming, 3023|And in the midst of all, I hear a footstep come 3023|Like the echo of something heard before, 3023|Though I never can guess who it may be. 3023|I always look before and behind, 3023|Not trusting my ears or my eyes, 3023|For the blind worm eats himself to death, 3023|And 'twixt earth and sky he trod, for days and days. 3023|And if in my heart there were no wings, 3023|Could I ever hope to fly? 3023|Oh, say, will the Devil know? 3023|If my heart is not alive, 3023|Why did He send me away? 3023|If my heart is not alive, 3023|Or my eyes be shut to see, 3023|Is this the land where I was torn and torn? 3023|To whom so stern and grave a fate was read. 3023|Thou knowest, my Lord--Thou knowest how well-- 3023|For the soul in its body must pass through the fire. 3023|A soul that is torn into pieces is dead. 3023|The fire has consumed it, with one small spark, 3023|As a spark, and will never more be seen to flame. 3023|Thou art here, my Lord, though thou comest swift 3023|To thy fiery lair in a fire-shot spire. 3023|And thy soul there, as well thy last, bright ray, 3023|Upon this altar dim, doth burn for evermore. 3023|(To an apparition) 3023|"Come, friend! for, see on either hand 3023|The old and the new Ghent wall!" 3023|(To the ghost of William Morris) 3023|Hark! what a fearful thing is this! 3023|This flame so wild and dark! 3023|Is William Morris then approaching? 3023|Sink down, my soul, and hide thee! 3023|My heart's afire with glory 3023|I see not, I see not, 3023|"Come, friend! for behold on either hand 3023|The old and the new Ghent wall." 3023|(At the baron's side.) 3023|I must away, my soul! 3023|I fear the dire event. I must away! 3023|I am not afraid of Death! I am not fear'd! 3023|In a dozen years I shall see him again! 3023|I shall see him as before,--the kind old friend! 3023|Thou didst not fear him! Thou didst not fear him then! 3023|But thou,--as thou wert wont,--thou didst not see! 3023|He will do to thee what he will to others. 3023|How strange! How strange! I shall see him once more! 3023|I am alone! I am alone! 3023|I saw these walls aglow; 3023|And here I stand! The walls are open'd wide, 3023|And from their inner chambers, a gush of light 3023|Like blood from Hell appears, and a loud blast! 3023|O earth, I see thee rising round! 3023|Thy awful aspect is too! 3023|It is thy self! 3023|'Tis only thy self thus! 3023|Then wherefore, earth, so fair? 3023|Thy forms I saw once plump, 3023|And round, and soft! are vanish'd now forever! 3023|I weep at thy fall. 3023|For what? A living soul-- 3023|The spirit's form that thou didst once possess. 3023|The fair one, who was so gracious, was slain! 3023|The pale, cold corpse is lie along the ground: 3023|The white and blushing snow-white snow-whale dies! 3023|Thy soul is with thee, thou beautiful form! 3023|A mighty sorrow is this! 3023|Thou art not there. 3023| ======================================== SAMPLE 1410 ======================================== I see the gleam of swords 29700|And spears, but the battle's not begun. 29700|Yet a great land's distress is great 29700|If but one poor child should lose her dam. 29700|And he died not for nothing, God! 29700|A life without Him was a sin. 29700|Oh! let us mourn his peaceful rest, 29700|And take up our lamentation here. 29700|They stand on the border of the plain 29700|In the silent moonlight and the stars. 29700|Their shining arms enwrapped them round, 29700|And their hearts are brave as their great spears. 29700|They mount the shining bridle of time, 29700|The shield the sword laid on their breast. 29700|Their horses bleed within their veins, 29700|Their blood runs on in silver flow. 29700|Their steeds have been in many a fray; 29700|And many a horse has been borne down; 29700|But the steeds they lifted were 29700|Stricken in ambush and in fight. 29700|So the steeds, that were the steeds of Rome, 29700|Were masters of the nations all. 29700|Their foaming steeds at times drove 29700|The stony spears that smote their foes. 29700|The swift-footed Clytius, that was bold 29700|And fierce as the storm and the night, 29700|Shall bear a harder corse on his breast. 29700|His hoofs have cloven the earth; his hoofs 29700|Have driven the heather and the foam, 29700|And he shall rest on his mountain crest, 29700|And his sword on his sword-sheath pressed, 29700|For his death was the pith of all his praise. 29700|The ancient Lancelot, he, the king, 29700|The leader of old Arthur's host, 29700|That was first in the fray and the fight, 29700|His sword, a crimson red, shall be pressed, 29700|And his eyes on the sunlit sea, 29700|Where the Lancelot of old shone free. 29700|From that cloud-lit land, and from that sea 29700|That shone with glory o'er the strife, 29700|A thousand tidings of victory! 29700|But these shall we give not for that man 29700|Who laid the ancient sword of David down 29700|In our great name, and whose deeds were noble. 29700|Oh! we will give but this: the pride 29700|And the glory of his race of men. 29700|The sword that he drew in the battle 29700|Was but the shield of a bold old man, 29700|And the world knows not if knightly deeds 29700|Made war so dear as they have done. 29700|So many are the proud and the wise, 29700|So many and great the great, 29700|Who have fallen in the battle, 29700|Who have passed from the story tall. 29700|But a name is not a weapon, 29700|Tho' stout and strong and free 29700|As that of Lancelot of Goldilick, 29700|And the blade of the King of the Sea. 29700|I saw ye on the morn 29700|The light from the altar's face: 29700|I knew the name ye bore, 29700|And knew the face that raised it. 29700|Ye gathered here in the wood 29700|With a love of the holy place, 29700|And this was the solemn word 29700|Ye spoke upon the morn. 29700|"I have known your name, Lord Christ, 29700|And your face again, 29700|And a little way away 29700|I saw your name and the face 29700|And the face on which it burned. 29700|"So I remember and praise, 29700|But I cannot forget 29700|The life-long search I made. 29700|I have followed the light, 29700|But no eye has caught it yet. 29700|"God is sweet and good, 29700|But my heart is athirst, 29700|And my soul is athirst, 29700|And in the world's ocean 29700|They cannot find it full." 29700|My heart is as the sea, 29700 ======================================== SAMPLE 1420 ======================================== 1381|The loon of the moon! 1381|In the night, to me, 1381|The air was full of stars; 1381|The wild bird piped upon the branch, 1381|And the blackbird, tuned his song 1381|To the sweetest note 1381|That ever a lark knew! 1381|And I heard it ring, above the sea, 1381|In the land of the dreaming sea, 1381|In the land of the dreaming stars! 1381|A star is born when the summer moon 1381|Is full in the sky: she wets her tears 1381|To kiss the star and sigh to hear 1381|One sigh from a thousand stars. 1381|A star is born when a nightingale 1381|Sings in a blue-bell tree; and she 1381|With such a song and such a tune 1381|Fills all the fragrant heart of the wood 1381|With such a fragrance as is there, 1381|And she sings in the heart of it. 1381|A star is born when on the wildest seas 1381|An Indian maiden dances alone, 1381|Pale as a ghost in the moon's eclipse, 1381|And the stars and the wind sing from the foam; 1381|And as the moon is dimmed in the heaving deeps, 1381|The heart of the maiden lies high and free, 1381|Shaking her curls in the beating breeze, 1381|And her eyes are bright with ecstasy. 1381|A star is born when the wind-flower sings, 1381|Or the hawthorn bathes in dew; 1381|And the nightingale sings like a bird in the sky, 1381|And all the stars and the nightingale ring, 1381|And the heart of the wind-flower sings. 1381|A star is born when the snow-white swan 1381|Drops her white soul to the river: 1381|And the winds and the water sing with glee, 1381|And the white swan lifts her face to the sun, 1381|And the stars sing out in the glory of day: 1381|And the heart of the swan is happy in heaven, 1381|And the heart of the river sings in the sun! 1381|The day, the clear day, 1381|Is dead in my heart; 1381|And the night, the dark night, - 1381|Is dead in my blood! 1381|The day will never die, 1381|The dark will never die, 1381|The blood will never die! 1381|The night will never sleep, 1381|On the roof or the stair, 1381|In my heart, or the light, 1381|Or in the dark night! 1381|My heart is heavy-heavy in the night, 1381|My blood is racing in my veins; 1381|By the night of my life I shall cry 1381|For her who has died for me! 1381|Oh, for a light, a spark of love, 1381|To light my spirit on its way - 1381|How will my heart grow heavy, 1381|At my heart, for the death of her! 1381|She was fair as the evening, and free 1381|As the air of summer, when a dream 1381|Of beauty lies in the air on high 1381|And is not broken, but is stilled, and still! 1381|Like a star on the sunset, she is gone; 1381|Like a dream on the evening of the day, 1381|She passed us in our happy youth: but she! 1381|Hither she came with a smile for her brow, 1381|And a voice in the darkness where she stood 1381|Said, 'Tis a gift to the child that has grown!' - 1381|And the heart that the sunshine with happiness 1381|Filled never has left the light of her smile. 1381|'O sweet child, my darling!' 'Yes, my love!' 1381|She said, and smiled to our love; and the wind 1381|Was still, and the shadows held her fair form; 1381|'A gift!' 'Yes, a gift:' and the light flew o'er. 1381|'Oh, the night is dark, and the dark night dark.' ======================================== SAMPLE 1430 ======================================== 1054|With a good ole kyngis ase vys 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and ase: 1054|There was ase in alle the hall 1054|Of mylde Lincorse, and of Collybrien, 1054|With that other lad and that same lad, 1054|With manye moone that were there; 1054|With a good ole kyngis and ase vys 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and ase: 1054|They were all on their way to the kyrk, 1054|To the kyrk, to the kyrk, with that good ole kyngis, 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and ase vys. 1054|With a good ole kyngis and ase vys 1054|They goe to the kyrk, to the kyrk, 1054|With that good ole kyngeis and ase vys, 1054|Sud wert thou the king of an tyde 1054|And were I your true lode, 1054|I pray you both, o'er my head to hauden and hye, 1054|And euery knave that was tane 1054|By this my good ole kyngeis and ase vys 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and ase vys. 1054|With a good ole kyngis and ase vys 1054|By this my good ole kyngeis and ase vys. 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and ase vys 1054|Farewell my kyngeis and my kye, 1054|Farewell my hart and my bow, 1054|And if ever that you see, 1054|For that I have departed by the bye; 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and ase vys 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and ase vys. 1054|If ever the kynge was mende, 1054|With my good hammer of the best, 1054|And for the cause that ever I may be 1054|Hew the kynge, hit is hit full fyker; 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and ase vys 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and ase vys. 1054|O fortunedenly, you know, 1054|With the hammer of the best 1054|That he so mote in the ende, 1054|And for the cause that ever I may be 1054|Hew the kynge, hit is hit ful grett: 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and ase vys 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a se, 1054|As the day was ended that day, 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a bost; 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a gost 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a vyt. 1054|Farewell, farewell, my hart and bow, 1054|Farewell, farewell, my hart and sore; 1054|And eftsoones I shall to your ain be 1054|Wyll and mare, and so fare ye on, 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a syt. 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a skyr, 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a stoure; 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a thyr 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a tre; 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a bost, 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a delyt. 1054|Come, come, and be your lady my man, 1054|We be twa for to singe the lea; 1054|And I wil sing it with a soure 1054|Wyll, my good man and vyce, 1054|That ever she was, or ever she go 1054|By the way of the weny ======================================== SAMPLE 1440 ======================================== 29357|At my heart she said; 29357|"Oh, it makes us happy, 29357|But you would give 29357|More than any one could ask, I am afraid. 29357|You said you loved me, mother dear, 29357|You always did; 29357|Just one look at Mrs. Riddell's face would make 29357|You understand." 29357|Oh, it makes us happy, 29357|But it's a pity 29357|You loved her in the first place and then forgot. 29357|You said you loved her in the way the wind goes! 29357|Yes, you'd like to have 29357|Riddell there with you, her child, her old friend and neighbour; 29357|She'd love you like that-- 29357|And, if she loved you, you would understand. 29357|You said, you loved her for her cheek of rose-- 29357|How lovely it grew! 29357|Oh, it made her happy, 29357|But it's a pity 29357|You ever loved her! You would think it wrong 29357|To think her dead. 29357|So, we all always had your love in trust, 29357|And you loved her, dear, 29357|Like a simple bird, with never a trace of pain. 29357|That made all the difference between her and the rest, 29357|When all their lives, you know, 29357|Have been a continuous song of pleasure. 29357|If you were here, mother, with me, dear, 29357|I'd do exactly as you told; 29357|And I'd try to make it every day 29357|In every single thing. 29357|I'd take her out at noon, 29357|And walk about the wood 29357|As if, from head to foot, 29357|She wanted to get out! 29357|I'd play the violin so, 29357|And sometimes play it pretty well; 29357|And sometimes play it wrong, 29357|And sometimes play it all the same. 29357|I'd like to be a piano-player, 29357|And every night would go, 29357|Like any mother, to the woods for quiet, 29357|And lie and watch till it was time for sleep, 29357|And never, never go to bed. 29357|I'd like to be a violinist, 29357|And do as I were told 29357|Through every kind of music-tune; 29357|And dance the whole of the time! 29357|I'd play the harpsichord so, 29357|And sometimes play it pretty well; 29357|And sometimes play it wrong, 29357|And sometimes play it all the same. 29357|I'd like to be a lute-player, 29357|And play all night the while I sleep, 29357|And play the best I could 29357|With all the instruments I owned. 29357|The birds would be here--the pretty birds; 29357|And how I'd love to be 29357|Just one of them, and go! just one of them! 29357|No, not for me; _not_ for me! 29357|The frogs would come up to meet me, 29357|Piggy-wrens, jays, swallows, too, 29357|And squirrels all and rhinos-- 29357|I'd stay away from there! _I'd stay away from there!_ 29357|So, I'd never go there! 29357|I'd stay away! 29357|But if I did, 29357|It wasn't very fair! 29357|I'd find it rather sad, wouldn't you? 29357|And it's worse if I did! 29357|The cats wouldn't go near me, never! 29357|But then, the mice 29357|They'd snarl, and scold, and bite, and bite, 29357|And so on! It wouldn't be very kind, 29357|It wouldn't be very right! 29357|I'd stay away! 29357|The ducks and hawks would all be here; 29357|And I'd try to go to all of them; 29357|All the mice would scold and bite, 29357|And I'd eat the rotten wood, 29357|And play all the time. ======================================== SAMPLE 1450 ======================================== 1287|Then, the good mother and the good girl 1287|Filled the vessel full and up they flew. 1287|But their flight, alas, was not so quick, 1287|Since the ship was too heavy for her, 1287|As the poor girl to make at one leap. 1287|Thus when the mother first was lifted 1287|Up into the window in delight, 1287|As her arms, outstretched for her daughter's embrace, 1287|Clasped her, "Woe is me! what fortune!" she cried. 1287|Beside her, with a wail of despair, 1287|Lonely and distraught stood the maiden. 1287|And when in the dawn, at the gate of day, 1287|The maids began in chorus to sing, 1287|And as the maiden made her way up 1287|To their father, who in turn was praying, 1287|In the midst a stone was planted 1287|That the day-god's stones might not hide. 1287|Thus, to the gate her arms were being given; 1287|The stone, and with the song the maiden's praying. 1287|At the threshold then came the maiden,-- 1287|"My father, let me in now! 1287|For my father will no longer wait, 1287|But will open for my sake 1287|Right unto the gate of day." 1287|Thus she spoke, but her voice was feeble. 1287|Then the old man's heart was filled 1287|With the keenness of a keen poniard. 1287|He took up the maiden then, 1287|To his house and all his household gave. 1287|Thence she passed into her father's dwelling, 1287|And in sooth was of a happy mien,-- 1287|But sad, with her wan cheek was she 1287|And wan was her white body-cloth: 1287|"Come, father, in my stead, I entreat!" 1287|(As she softly pressed her white hand to his, 1287|And spoke in low sweet tones). 1287|"Take me with thee, come!" the lad replied. 1287|Then a smile o'ertook the maiden's lips, 1287|And she said,--"I will surely take thee"! 1287|From his hand the maiden raised her fair head, 1287|And with rapture kissed her lips. 1287|But his own cheek was white, with anguish stung, 1287|And "Woe!" he cried, "what shall we do? 1287|For, oh, I loathe thy looks and tones." 1287|And then she turned away and silently 1287|Leaped from her father's arms into the street, 1287|And in silence cried,--"To the window, father!" 1287|Then the old carol she made her own, 1287|And, as she sang, with all her might, 1287|The white lips trembled and the maiden's bosom beat. 1287|There, with folded arms in pain, 1287|The aged miser stood to hear; 1287|While with heart-felt sorrow he wept, 1287|And on the floor she placed her bower. 1287|Then with eyes downcast, in state array, 1287|She led his steps from home to dwell; 1287|And in such mood he came, as he thought, 1287|To the fair temple's inner court, 1287|Where, with trembling thoughts, his wife he found; 1287|And her in sorrow came with him, 1287|And the aged miser's heart is breaking. 1287|"Dear wife, I come, and bring with me, 1287|For the beggar child, a very costly pair of shoes, 1287|For the beggar child, a very expensive pair of shoes; 1287|For the beggar child, a very costly pair of shoes." 1287|She went, with many tears a-tingling, 1287|And, as she went, a maiden fair she made 1287|The old miser's heart to melt into tears, 1287|And cried,--"To the shrine of love with joy 1287|I, and my darling, soon shall dwell!" 1287|And then the old miser's steps she raised 1287|Over the threshold, with a gentle bound; 1287|And ======================================== SAMPLE 1460 ======================================== 30672|To give them rest in the cool earth-caves?-- 30672|They shall not,--for the heart in its beat 30672|Daunts its spirit, and bids it repent, 30672|And sigh, when the bright-eyed dawn is gone, 30672|And mourns and lives in the woods again. 30672|Where shall be found the heart which is set 30672|On the dear scenes that once it hath known?-- 30672|'Twill be like a heart of stone; its power 30672|Will fail, with age's years, in the strife 30672|Of the great thought and the small thing well; 30672|And all the love it is gifted to bear 30672|Dies in the solitude of the mind. 30672|'Tis not the glorious spirit which is given 30672|At dawn, when the soul's bright visions rise; 30672|It is not so much in the eyes of the first 30672|That the spirit is caught, as that it finds 30672|The love it ne'er spurnt from mortal friends 30672|And is led back to heaven and the skies; 30672|It is not so much in the soul's deep eyes, 30672|Which the dark cloud of its thoughts and feelings dims 30672|And is shaken with waves of light and hope, 30672|As that it can see from the depth of its thought 30672|To the heights of its heaven, and sees God's face 30672|With its spirit's high vision and has part 30672|In the glorious pilgrimage of his ways. 30672|'Tis not the spirit which is given, it is the mind. 30672|'Tis not the will, with its mighty thoughts, to lead 30672|The soul through the deep vistas of the sky, 30672|Nor the hand which is placed with the will to lead 30672|'Twere vain and futile to lead it on 30672|And thus at the feet of its Master give 30672|To the soul a deep vision, a deep will. 30672|'Tis the soul's deep heart, 'tis the heart of a god, 30672|'Tis the deep soul's heart thro' whose pulses and blood 30672|The world's cold, cold strife has been laid asleep; 30672|When the will hath had power to give life to life, 30672|'Tis 'tis the heart which hath given true life. 30672|'Tis the spirit, 'tis the soul which alone hath might 30672|The world's cold strife of selfish craving stop, 30672|And the soul's strong will to bring men in closer, 30672|Hath ever sought all men through, and hath made 30672|God's word the word of its living hope. 30672|'Tis the soul's deep heart, 'tis the heart of a star, 30672|'Tis that little heart which hath given bright eyes 30672|To the hearts, with their worlds-alluring light which shine 30672|'Neath the skies, in the depths of the sky's deep night; 30672|'Tis the soul's heart which it self hath made home 30672|To God's throne, 'tis the heart which is pure and strong. 30672|Life is not life only--it is all life's bliss, 30672|And the bliss of soul-love is the soul's life's bliss. 30672|The joy of its life is its light, its peace, its gladness, 30672|The joy of its life is love, life's sweetest bliss; 30672|The joy of its life is its joy, but it knows not 30672|The joy of its heart, nor knows how it could know. 30672|'Tis the heart's pure light which gives the soul life, 30672|'Tis the heart's pure joy which in sunshine lives, 30672|'Tis the heart's joy which is love, and 'tis heaven-high, 30672|But it knows not the joy of its light, nor how 30672|It could joy, without love for heaven. 30672|'Tis a mighty, a mighty thing, so be it; 30672|'Tis but one breath of the ocean of God, 30672|It doth perish out of the heaven of God, 30672|Yet still may a soul lift up the light from above, 30672|And bring all the glory of bliss to the sky. 30672| ======================================== SAMPLE 1470 ======================================== 7391|And the gray, grim faces of the soldiers, 7391|And the hush of the town,-- 7391|A moment's silence in whose silence 7391|Glimmers, faint with pain, the soldier's name,-- 7391|THE darkness falls on hill and plain,-- 7391|The weary day is done. 7391|The soldiers from out Crevacoeau 7391|With their gaunt faces, pale and haggard, 7391|Lie all around us, gray and ragged, 7391|And the gray shadows of the twilight 7391|Seem dark on their bright heads. 7391|The gray, grim faces of the soldiers 7391|Have called out to me, 7391|Weary of long battle, weary of dust, 7391|Waiting for rest; 7391|Waiting in vain for help like this, 7391|While the soldiers from out Crevacoeau 7391|Spent their days in strife, 7391|Waiting of help in these still days 7391|A new-born nation's birth. 7391|It was long ago, but when 7391|The war-eagle shrieked her rage, 7391|The battle had not come! 7391|Then was the sun not set, 7391|Ere, from the sea, its ray 7391|The storm was driven, and no more 7391|The dawn began to break? 7391|From out its smoke and heat,-- 7391|The last long gleam of red 7391|That flamed, like an eye that shone 7391|On death, that sank in tears! 7391|They've fought so long! I, too, would fain 7391|Forever hear their cheer, 7391|And watch their bayonet clang 7391|Against the foe that's dead. 7391|Long ago, but yet our foes are here 7391|And our bright skies are bright. 7391|O little dead men who died 7391|So well of old! 7391|What has the earth, my friend, to do 7391|With its lonely friends of old? 7391|We keep the hope, if we're men, 7391|They died for us to win. 7391|I'm sick to death of the loud, white cry; 7391|The storm-wind's in the window-panes; 7391|I hear the gun-fires screaming by 7391|And the storm-flames are rattling all my brain. 7391|I think the world is coming to a close: 7391|How soon we'll see the last of mother earth! 7391|Then I can see it as it lies between 7391|The clouds which roll like armies from a fight. 7391|Then I can hear the sudden, mad, long fight,-- 7391|As if a hundred mighty armies met. 7391|The old, old fight will come to a truce 7391|With the last gun-shine and the last of rifle-fire. 7391|The world is dying before it's too late; 7391|The guns have ceased their busy fighting-throngs, 7391|And the wind, in her summer-night of rain, 7391|Is silent as a child upon its lips. 7391|And all the world lies dead to our good-night, 7391|A sheet of white against the night's blackness. 7391|They are fighting for the rights and wrongs of men, 7391|And now, as then, we must. The war is o'er: 7391|It may be, though, that the world will come nigh 7391|To its old ways of old with an earner's claim, 7391|We'll not hear a cry as the last old gun 7391|Drops in the distance. It is long ago. 7391|And one is lying in a puddle, 7391|The next is by for fuel; 7391|"Why" and "When" of long ago, 7391|The third is for oil; 7391|"And now I burn to hear them moan, 7391|As it were voices of the mist 7391|Thrilling our ear-baskets with its din-- 7391|They never hear it--but a spell 7391|Shall shut in the new-born world, we know." 7391|--O man, that e ======================================== SAMPLE 1480 ======================================== 24869|The monarch, thus his wrath renew’d, 24869|An answer to the Vánar king 24869|Proclaimed the fated of the foe. 24869|Still on his car the monarch rode, 24869|And with his mailed arm about 24869|The Vánar king with might and main 24869|Resound his war-cry, faint and shrill. 24869|The monarch’s word the Vánar sire 24869|Called to his counsellors and said, 24869|“Here from that giant horde away, 24869|Rise forth, O Raghu’s son, my son, 24869|And bid Ráma to the field, 24869|While to his friends in distant lands 24869|He turns his back upon the Moor. 24869|My son, for all thy woe, be brave, 24869|Lest, if thy heart be led astray 24869|Thy foeman’s wrath should never cease, 24869|Or thou, if rashly thou refuse 24869|To war for Ráma’s sake denied, 24869|Thy life and life shalt thou spend 24869|In fruitless pain and endless woe. 24869|Go, Ráma, go! my son I yield 24869|To thee, thou strong and valiant one, 24869|To thee my life shall be restored.” 24869|And Ráma, eager for the fray, 24869|Saw, near him on the royal ground, 24869|Another presence, like his self, 24869|On Śarabhanga’s(521) brow appear, 24869|A Vánar form who reeked of sin: 24869|With eyes that mocked the Lord of Snow, 24869|Who never yet had shown a smile: 24869|His tongue at length he thus defied, 24869|And thus in bitter words replied: 24869|“Who dares the vengeful fight, I know, 24869|Who dares the conflict I disdain. 24869|Who fears to die, thy life shall waste 24869|Like sands of salt upon the sand. 24869|Go, turn and join the battle strife, 24869|And meet me face to face, and then 24869|My bow and shafts and blades I give 24869|To thee, my Lord, so deathless-gods require.” 24869|Canto XXVI. Rávan’s Lament. 24869|Thus Rávaṇ his despairing fears suppressed; 24869|And Śúdras strong-armed in battle slew. 24869|The Vánar chiefs Rávaṇ’s ire subdued, 24869|And all the foes a long victory won. 24869|Then swiftly to his lonely bed he sped, 24869|And mourned in secret by his lapped lips. 24869|Thus Rávaṇ in death his soul content, 24869|And, crowned with glory, slept the while. 24869|Then swiftly and with rapid feet 24869|To Lanká’s town he quickly sped 24869|To seek the monarch of the wise, 24869|And bid Vibhishaṇ give him audience. 24869|He sought, with eager eyes intent, 24869|And in the city-gates laid hold, 24869|And Ráma, Rávaṇ’s envoys there, 24869|In friendly wise and gentle looked 24869|On Lanká’s town and all her bowers. 24869|Their heads high on a massy rail, 24869|With faces bright with light of thought, 24869|They saw the Vánars hurrying thence: 24869|With eager eyes each on his peer 24869|Beheld his lord returning o’er. 24869|The monarch, glad to meet them, cried, 24869|And thus his message to the chief: 24869|“Hail, happy pair, the first to rise 24869|And tell the news of Raghu’s birth. 24869|The people hail to-day, whom none 24869|Of earth nor wild-wood creatures e’er could shake: 24869|My child Lakshmaṇ, to thee I owe 24869|This glorious name, and thou art he, 24869|The ======================================== SAMPLE 1490 ======================================== 1280|For a little girl who sits in the gloom 1280|Beside the chimney, crying for a boy 1280|Who is gone. 1280|I will say nothing of love or hate; 1280|Let other people say the thing they feel, 1280|For I believe it. 1280|I never had a chance to do 1280|With my weak thought. 1280|I lived at leisure in my house 1280|(Though my wife tried to chisel me a hole 1280|And pull my toes off out of the wood) 1280|And got the money to buy my groceries 1280|For five dollars that I saved at the bank, 1280|And was so cheerful, I didn't care 1280|What happened in case, but I must try 1280|To live a life of honor. 1280|When I come home after playing in the woods, 1280|I must get a little drunk and queer, 1280|And go around in the yard and laugh 1280|And shout and make faces and laugh, 1280|And then I have to pass over to my store 1280|And work there and say my prayers. 1280|I think it's good to talk about life, 1280|And God and the things which have happened since 1280|We lived here, and the dear old things 1280|That are gone and out of sight. 1280|And every summer there comes a day 1280|When I know I must have to go and say my prayers 1280|In the wind and rain. 1280|I never could understand it, 1280|This war as I have waged on this planet of Earth-- 1280|My mother told me this when I was growing 1280|But when I took the book down 1280|I found it was something I had found alone 1280|In a field somewhere, 1280|And the picture seemed to be made to me, 1280|And my mind made it up, 1280|The picture--God! how I wish you could die! 1280|That you would never see or understand 1280|What I have had to have to endure, 1280|And the heartache and sorrow, 1280|And the shame and selfishness 1280|I have lived with all of this time, 1280|And have not spoken, have not spoken! 1280|Oh, it is easy to say, 1280|"I hate this girl because I hate 1280|You who are my only comfort." 1280|To say, with a touch so slyly, 1280|For the world to know: 1280|"I have nothing better to do." 1280|If you can't say it directly, 1280|If you cannot even guess it, 1280|"You mustn't be upset with me," 1280|Is the more to excuse you. 1280|But the world does not care, 1280|If you say the same thing to your friends. 1280|And you are welcome to refuse to say it 1280|Or not, and to hide your secret 1280|In your heart or hide it 1280|In the corner of your heart. 1280|The things you have done, the ways you have lied, 1280|I am tired of hearing of. 1280|You are wrong! 1280|I am just as right as the next 1280|And I love you, even if you don't love me; 1280|I have been here at the heart of heaven 1280|Just because I am not afraid or guilty. 1280|I know if I stood out among mortals 1280|In the ways and the actions of my life, 1280|And I looked upon you with the eyes of love, 1280|It would make you look upon me 1280|And look upon me with love. 1280|I am just as good as the next, 1280|In fact much better, though I cannot tell you, 1280|When you come up to me and think of a plan 1280|And I do the same. 1280|You would not believe me who has lived it. 1280|I have taken the road of my dreams 1280|And played with the cards 1280|Till these cards have come to the hand of my brother 1280|Who knows of my deeds. 1280|What do you think we have done here 1280|In the sixty years since we began ======================================== SAMPLE 1500 ======================================== 38520|Like a moonbeam on a glassy surge, 38520|Of the man whose destiny it is 38520|To love the world as it is to thee, 38520|Wisely and sweetly as you may. 38520|I heard the distant roar of crowds,-- 38520|Roux of hearts that heard not thee, O land! 38520|Sideways the red sun shone, 38520|Then hid behind the clouds; 38520|Thou didst not hear them, love, but I; 38520|O Love of Nature, thou so near to her! 38520|O love, and how her hand to mine did fall, 38520|As down thy crystal depths I felt her pass! 38520|O tender, how I loved the heart 38520|Thy hand was warm enough to feel! 38520|Thy hand was warm enough to make 38520|Love go right out of its lips to pout. 38520|O Love, thy hand was warm enough 38520|To make an earthquake shiver, 38520|And thunder-peal, if she might be a woman, 38520|With a thing so strong, so loving-kind, 38520|A thing so kind, with a cheek so fair, 38520|How, I wot, if she could only be a woman, 38520|How could she love me,--all the world was love, 38520|But only, thou, and only I? 38520|The little birds sat singing, 38520|The wild winds sang from every hill, 38520|The night was like a church,-- 38520|We saw the moon rise, as we thought, 38520|Across the stars that hung in heaven. 38520|The wind blows from Yucatan 38520|Through all the yellow provinces, 38520|But he cannot go at all 38520|To get old Bibi's daily jam: 38520|He drives to her in the city, 38520|And she hears his jingle in the street. 38520|He blows his breath down from on high, 38520|And sings to her through the car, 38520|But she in her little brown kitchen, 38520|Forgets him quite by noon. 38520|We walk the streets of little London 38520|Where they laugh and gossip, 38520|But she in her little brown kitchen, 38520|Lives in her dreams alone. 38520|O, happy land of Nazareth, 38520|O, country of David! 38520|O, God of Nazareth's flock, 38520|When there comes a blessing for you, 38520|The house is full of blessing! 38520|Your house is full of sunshine, 38520|Your garden of the bay, 38520|And that great, sweet, innocent lambkin 38520|That was so wise to please you, 38520|Treats it with honey from his lips, 38520|And is so kind to me. 38520|I know that every bird sings 38520|For you at morning, 38520|I know that all the flowers, all three, 38520|And all the birds are trumpets 38520|Singing cheerily. 38520|O, happy land of Nazareth, 38520|O, country of David! 38520|O, God of Nazareth's flock, 38520|And of the country of Zion!-- 38520|In my heart is written 38520|This,--"When thou singest of the Sabbath, 38520|To-day shalt thou lie on tiptoe." 38520|The red rose blooms in the street, 38520|The white rose blows on the breeze. 38520|To-day hath come the sun, the birds, 38520|And the red rose blows again. 38520|Thou, my little love, with me, 38520|Thy face with its flowers is white, 38520|And thy little hand is red. 38520|No more thy face with the flowers, 38520|But thy little hand with me is white, 38520|For mine eyes scan only thy eyes, 38520|My little eyes with such tears wet, 38520|Such tenderness of love as leaves 38520|The sweetest things they hold. 38520|Ah, wherefore should'st thou die for me? 38520|Hast thou not heard my prayer to die? 38520|Death is the penalty thou ======================================== SAMPLE 1510 ======================================== 8187|The light, the breath of Life, that had been 8187|Touched by my pen in this strange hour 8187|Of earth's fresh dawn, hath grown to be 8187|The spirit of that light alone, 8187|And not its ray or spirit too; 8187|'Twixt mind and sense still floating light 8187|Is blown along this shining sea, 8187|While, as a spirit to its God 8187|I soar through worlds that are, and all, 8187|As on and on through realms unseen, 8187|So, like the sun through spheres unseen, 8187|I seem to fly through worlds unknown, 8187|Where worlds and worlds and suns are not! 8187|For if in life's first sun-born hour 8187|I had but flamed in love, have been 8187|Tho' still, ah! lothly, to the eye 8187|That first adored me,--I should then 8187|And only I have won the light, 8187|That had been touched by my pen in this, 8187|The first of earthly joys, was fanned 8187|And made to blaze in love even then, 8187|Till from that hour its ray hath gone, 8187|And never comes again to home 8187|To light man's soul. 8187|This is the hour of dreams; thou 8187|Best of mortals, with the light, 8187|That's wafted thro' this dark and drear 8187|World--as if it never yet 8187|Had seen in vision its own star! 8187|That hour!--as if no form nor hue, 8187|Nor thought of mind, nor instinct bright, 8187|Should e'er have made a light of it so. 8187|Tho' the soul there might be wondrous bright, 8187|Nor be too low as yet to please 8187|The eyes of hearts too high for dreams, 8187|Yet not too high as yet to rise; 8187|And if man's soul could rise above 8187|All earthly light, and break his chains, 8187|And grasp all worlds but heaven below, 8187|What joy, in such a world as this, 8187|Were that, in such a sky as this? 8187|Yet, as the world, in waking lives, 8187|So did the soul at that dark hour, 8187|Its mind not only bright, but bright 8187|Without a stain, save for a dust 8187|Of that proud dust, which on it lies, 8187|And now for ever as a screen, 8187|That, when we shall be as high, 8187|As high as life is yet--oh! then, 8187|'Twill be as pure, as bright, as thou. 8187|How long--how long? The whole night through, 8187|I have not yet forgot the tale 8187|Of Love's short night, and Death that broke 8187|At dawn one winter's dawn of day. 8187|For life's long day in all things lies, 8187|Yet Love's sun shines brighter than, 8187|Death's sun is more divine to me-- 8187|For there my soul has flown away 8187|From that, sad day, and mourns alone 8187|For what it, when it flies, may miss. 8187|So long as Love hath left this light-- 8187|Or is it _now_, and will not stay?-- 8187|Or, like the dead moon, will sink 8187|O'er the dark ocean of eternity! 8187|Oh! may Love, when he will, return 8187|To this bright world of clouds and stars, 8187|And, when he comes again, still shine 8187|To make this world look brighter than his own! 8187|Or wilt thou ever be, at rest 8187|At thy own fire-side, beside 8187|Thy gentle spirit, still to brighten 8187|And cheer us with the smile she brings? 8187|While thou, thy soul still bending low, 8187|Telleth of a life forlorn, 8187|Breathes of some joy that _might_ be! 8187|Thus, let thy love, my heart, be given! 8187|Be it thine,--this spirit ======================================== SAMPLE 1520 ======================================== 25794|By the side of the water, and said, 25794|As she walked by the forest, so fair 25794|And cool, "That is my home." 25794|But her feet fell not so lightly; she 25794|Lose her footing ere she had reached it: 25794|Then her features did she cast down, 25794|And her ears twitched all the while she cried, 25794|I have seen the children, as they play, 25794|Gaze in each other's eyes. 25794|At the door, in wonder and joy, 25794|I have seen children, as they play, 25794|Smile and look in each other's faces. 25794|They have seen the mother and child,-- 25794|Hush'd in rapture, and so dear; 25794|They have seen the mother and child,-- 25794|All-seeing wisdom, and love, 25794|And the mother's name so dear 25794|Held as on high, but dimly. 25794|Then, in awe, my heart did follow, 25794|As the mother and child look through 25794|My heart, to the home of my soul. 25794|Oh it is there! the home of my soul! 25794|The mother and child, so dear, 25794|Come here, in love and peace, to dwell. 25794|Oh the moon at the morning of the day! 25794|Oh the moon with its golden gleam! 25794|The child with his father's eyes in mine! 25794|Oh the moon with the mother-blue! 25794|The child with his father's form in mine! 25794|Oh the moon as the mother's hand 25794|Creeps o'er the child with the child in mine! 25794|Oh the moon with its silver light, 25794|Its light on our children's children! 25794|The child with the mother's face in mine! 25794|O'er the night, my dear, 25794|And o'er the earth, my dear, 25794|Love beams with a sweet light. 25794|O'er the moon, and over it 25794|Comes a sweet breath 25794|From the light of our love. 25794|O'er the night, my dear, and o'er the earth, 25794|Grow the roses fair, 25794|To the earth born with light. 25794|Bending with the love of their bloom 25794|Breathe upon the child,-- 25794|The child and mother's kiss. 25794|Breathe sweet on the child; 25794|For the life that lies 25794|In the child is of love. 25794|Let us breathe life on aught; 25794|The earth may suffer need, 25794|Earth, with her woes, its part: 25794|Let us breathe life on aught. 25794|O'er many a mountain and deep glen 25794|Rise sweet flowers in our childhood's hours, 25794|The blossoms of hope, the blossoms of toil; 25794|Bury them deep, in the heart of youth 25794|And flowers will rise from the heart of age. 25794|The dewdrops, the dewdrops so blue, 25794|They cling to the rose like a tether, 25794|And cling about the eyelids so red: 25794|When, as we are pulling all together, 25794|The eye that's in them is pulled down. 25794|The dewdrops, the dewdrops so blue, 25794|The blossoms of hope, the blossom of toil, 25794|All, all to the heart of the child, 25794|All are coming, all are coming soon. 25794|The heart of the child is in bloom, 25794|The heart of the child is in bloom 25794|'Neath the spell of the dewdrops so blue. 25794|In all the earth her hopes and fears 25794|Come forth in the first white blossoms; 25794|And they are all true, dear, loving hearts 25794|That the heart of the child is with. 25794|So to us came the dewdrops, dewdrops so blue, 25794|In the dewlaps of early childhood, 25794|All white as the snow ======================================== SAMPLE 1530 ======================================== 15370|And all that's in the world for me; 15370|I'll tell you what it's all about, 15370|An' how it's all come about 15370|An' how I tried to do 15370|It as the other girls do, 15370|But I couldn't get 'em to marry me; 15370|I tried to persuade 'em to go to school 15370|While they were still in their trice, 15370|An' they said 'twould spoil 'em for 'em, too, 15370|So I couldn't coax 'em to go to school. 15370|'Twas very hard to keep a-school, 15370|Although they gave me some good toys, 15370|'Twas very hard to keep a-school-- 15370|I wish I had died to 'ave been there, 15370|But I wasn't given a chance. 15370|They said I must have some kind of plan 15370|'Twould cost a great deal of money, 15370|But I didn't say I wouldn't pay, 15370|I said I wouldn't have it so. 15370|When school-time came they didn't care, 15370|I know it's very sad to say, 15370|But it was very nice to be taught 15370|But I hadn't any money. 15370|"Well, as I was leaving they called 15370|'E sent me out among the men, 15370|To show a certain toy I made-- 15370|I've saved that toy enough for five." 15370|"I know I am the devil's pawn, 15370|They say I 'ear my pension revoked, 15370|So I'm going to prove you right." 15370|"You must make the pension revocation 15370|Before the spring grows blue again; 15370|I know you can't, but you can try. 15370|You can keep your toy--I know it true." 15370|"Well, I think you'll do just as I'm bent 15370|On doing, but you haven't been paid; 15370|I know that--I know that you must go. 15370|I can't, I can't, that's all I know, 15370|But I am going to prove you true." 15370|"You may try it--it might be true; 15370|You may try--you'll prove it, will you?" 15370|Said that one--that one--"I will if you can." 15370|"Don't say things by halves, Phil, don't, 15370|For if you do, I swear to you 15370|I'll knock your brains out if you do." 15370|When things were all arranged for sale 15370|"Phil, you see, it will be back to business soon, 15370|And I don't like such double-tasking. 15370|Besides, I've not been very good." 15370|In spite of all his warnings, 15370|And spite of all his cunning, 15370|And spite of his many proofs, 15370|They couldn't see why he'd be so impatient. 15370|"Don't be so quick with proofs, 15370|You shouldn't be so eager. 15370|Besides, my parents sent the cards 15370|At evening--it's always like that with us." 15370|"Phil, you won't prevail, 15370|Unless you prove it, soon or late. 15370|You've been too patient, you can't wait. 15370|I'll try it, I'll try it, I'll try it!" 15370|"Phil, you know, 15370|If they can prove it--" Phil caught himself, and looked me in the face. 15370|"I _won't_ be proved, I swear, 15370|Until I can get out of this" 15370|He almost hit me with his eyes, but held his breath. 15370|"Don't you think I'm mad? 15370|I know I shouldn't be, but 'twas the way with me; 15370|So I didn't prove aught, 15370|And as for proof, why, I never would tell; 15370|I couldn't prove you didn't know, so leave it all to me." 15370|"Phil, you are a fool, 15370|Is it not so? 15370|You might ======================================== SAMPLE 1540 ======================================== 2130|"No man has ever lived a life like ours," he said,-- 2130|"If you had lived an old age like mine, and I a youth, 2130|Would you not then have been dead, and I, too, dead? 2130|I know the earth would have been very dusty indeed, 2130|And many people dead, but we would all be here. 2130|We are a young race. Our fathers in the past 2130|Plucked out their children and took them for a span. 2130|So, here I am, the little boy I was--the same 2130|As when when first I left Tug Libbieshall's bowers, 2130|Weary with work and toil,--the same I am, young 2130|With work to do, and no one to blame but Time. 2130|In vain is all your skill and labour poured in vain, 2130|So that, in spite of skill, I cannot find my way." 2130|He said this very night--a dream indeed, 2130|For he slept in Ravenhear as well as you and I, 2130|The other three and I--the three and I were two. 2130|When the next day came, down I took my way 2130|To the old man's farm--the place is very poor-- 2130|He had plenty of work, and for his money had 2130|A fair house, and walls, and floor, and a good yard; 2130|A few of the walls and pillars were of wood, 2130|And all the rest was painted, and the floors were made. 2130|He had bought some good pipes a-long his old tobacconist, 2130|And some good pipes some pipe-heads, and bent the pipe himself. 2130|My own pipe, too, he took upon his travels over, 2130|An old black Anner pipe--a good pipe, I'll admit-- 2130|Well--it was only an old man, and but fifteen years, 2130|With a big round face and a twinkle of the eye; 2130|I would say his appearance might be the world's great day 2130|A light-haired lad came riding out of Tug Lagoon. 2130|He did not look very well, his clothes were of the poor, 2130|And the crumpled look and the faded colour of hair 2130|And his hat, worn out of order, and the tattered feathers-- 2130|Was he a parrot, or a wild goose, or was he none of the 2130|Unnamed (I suppose you knew where I got it) or mixed up, 2130|Or could it be a bird of the forest?--the lad looked 2130|Like anything but a human being to me. 2130|"I'm not scared!" said the wild goose. 2130|"And I'm not scared!" cried the parrot. 2130|"That you are a man," said the wild goose. 2130|Who are you?" said a voice. 2130|"We are--we!" said the voice. 2130|"Who were you?" said the voice. 2130|"We were your father and mother," said the voice. 2130|"I am old Charley," Charley replied. 2130|"I see you have a beard," said the stranger voice. 2130|"And you have a little hair upon your head, 2130|And a little scar on your hand, too?" 2130|"And you have a great fondness for your mother." 2130|"And you have a little curly tail?" 2130|"And you have a very soft hand?" 2130|"And you are an impudent old man?" 2130|"And you live in a house with a row of doors?" 2130|"And you feed on mice and frogs all day?" 2130|"And when you are very young, like well over ten, 2130|What do you do for food?" 2130|"And what is your age?" 2130|"You don't look young." 2130|"Yes I do, sir." 2130|"Well, do you live in a stable, too?" 2130|"Or do you sup in a shed, then?" 2130|"Do you sleep on a beam?" 2130|"Or are you sometimes housed in a cottage, then?" 2130|"Well, and who ======================================== SAMPLE 1550 ======================================== 937|And, as you will, I'll be bound to you, 937|And always be and never be forgot. 937|We were a little band of heroes then, 937|With our flags all waving by our side, 937|And our hearts all set on some deeds of fame, 937|And our eyes all full of good-will light, 937|When the Kaiser came along to help them. 937|He was a mighty thing of might, 937|And when with us our flag all flowed, 937|When all men called each other comrade, 937|When the earth was made for happiness, 937|When freedom's dawn was dawning on all lands, 937|Our lives were all to some great cause done 937|We might not be wholly silent there, 937|For our hearts all yearned to join with 'em, 937|And we could not all go quietly by 937|But stood to fight the battle hard to the end; 937|And so, long as we had hearts to move, 937|The Kaiser, to keep back our strong men, 937|Was always there to tell us that we were called 937|To fight for liberty -- and all were we: 937|And every man must be a Kaiser 937|When our glorious flag we salute. 937|And now that there's a Kaiser in town, 937|The hearts we had at first to thank 937|For the end of the old war we went on -- 937|To keep back the strong men to stand by us; 937|We are so proud to hold in scorn 937|The Kaiser's warning words back. 937|So when you hear our cheering chorus, 937|Look down in the faces of your foes. 937|And when you're called to your father's home, 937|Oh, just smile -- and let him go by: 937|It was the Kaiser's own call 937|That your country was called to give. 937|But oh! when home is the setting sun, 937|When you are alone in the little room 937|Where are grown the hopes and dreams of you, 937|When you're left with a fatherless land, 937|When your father's heart and mother's eyes, 937|Will not turn that way, or look that way -- 937|But look on with their sunny look, 937|That they see that they are calling you; 937|And when once more you find them in you, 937|And if more women are looking out for you, 937|And if more children are standing close 937|And asking for you -- then again 937|Be the merry singer that you were! 937|When the new-made world is a little bit 937|Of shining sea, 937|Where the sun shines as brightly as ever, 937|Where the waves ever go, 937|And no wind but the calm sun that shines 937|Will bring a wind again, 937|How good will be our hearts at last, 937|And how true the old. 937|When the first white breath of air blows on 937|Earth's earthy shore, 937|And the first new sunbeam comes into sight 937|In the heaven-hovered plain -- 937|Oh, that the world will be good to us, 937|And our old dreams be done. 937|When the old-formed world is laid in dust, 937|And the old-times are dead; 937|When the hearts of men who loved their God 937|Are weary at last, 937|Then the world will be good to us, we guess, 937|And our old hopes be done. 937|When the new-made world is born anew, 937|And the new-days shine, 937|And a great woman sings upon the air, 937|And a young man sings; 937|Then the world will be good to us, we say, 937|And our old dreams be done. 937|When the last old man passes by us, 937|And the last old day 937|Is a desert of flowers, and the first new, 937|As fair as ever fair; 937|When the last old story is told 937|Upon the wind, and the last old prayer 9 ======================================== SAMPLE 1560 ======================================== 16452|With all their numbers, then the sons of Troy 16452|The Gods in council sat, when lo! in heaven 16452|The son of glorious Agamemnon first 16452|Of all the Myrmidons took up the word, 16452|In accents wing'd his voice, and thus he spake. 16452|Wise Chief! well spoken, but, as if by chance, 16452|The voice had come to mine ears from heaven. 16452|I mark'd, I saw ye not, thy friend come forth 16452|With this new power. What cause hast thou to boast 16452|Thyself as such? why the dread of death 16452|In that most glorious conflict? Plead us, then, 16452|Which. Not to leave thee in thy peril is, 16452|But that thou would'st the chiefest action dare. 16452|He said, and on the body stretch'd his hand 16452|As one who felt a brother's death presage. 16452|But he with threatening gesture stretch'd him forth, 16452|And with his spear, the spear with bended horns, 16452|Crying aloud, and threatening fiercely all. 16452|And Hector his great spear on the breast 16452|Pierced, and the manlike hand of his heroic Sire 16452|Stood still, but, as he felt the shafts again 16452|Return, he shook his head; he could not think 16452|What he should say again. From him he broke 16452|A long repast-like, and, when he had emptied 16452|His stomach's space a third time, he sat 16452|Long silent; but, when soon again he rose, 16452|Girded with the bow, his eye-balls all ablaze, 16452|He thus the son of Panthus to the Goddess spake. 16452|Ah--but for my sake--I feel the power 16452|Which I have left of old, though now as dead. 16452|I will, so I command, behold a God 16452|Whose purpose all-isounding Jove has led. 16452|Come then, our fleet, and lead the Trojans on 16452|Before us; if to Saturnian Jove the son 16452|Of Atreus and to Agamemnon give 16452|The death most high, you shall by force be slain. 16452|So saying, the Hero on the left side first 16452|Of jutting Thracians cast a net to catch 16452|A brave, yet wary knight; but, as the net 16452|He cast, the net he cast far off, and said, 16452|With that bold soldier's words. Oh! who may claim 16452|The deed as his? Let him but live long enough 16452|To tell what Jove on him hath given, and bid 16452|Ascanius, if he will, thy fellows, next, 16452|Slip for myself, and seize the treasure he brings. 16452|He spake, and swiftly to his swiftest speed 16452|Hastened, and soon the hero, as he pass'd 16452|On, rushed on, and now, with sudden force, 16452|Took the right wing, and now on the other side 16452|Of his descent, the foremost Trojans held. 16452|Yet not for long did Hector in pursuit 16452|Contend with other Trojans, whom he saw 16452|Seated, either by the brazen cock^2 or wing 16452|Of flying steeds, and still advancing still, 16452|But met him in the middle, and in speed 16452|Expert to him, the swift Coroebus chased, 16452|Pierced by a single arrow from the bow 16452|Of Nestor's son, and in the throat was slain. 16452|By him Achilles bore his body thence 16452|Back to the ships, and as the mules were borne 16452|On to the trench, he led his chariot thence; 16452|Themselves the Gods in Achaia shun'd 16452|And all their steeds, but with their charioteers 16452|Himself with golden thongs, his beauteous head 16452|With garlands on it, and the flowing beard 16452|Fringing his neck and front, Achilles drew 16452|To where his son ======================================== SAMPLE 1570 ======================================== 1165|The airy, airy throng 1165|Fills my soul with awe, my flesh with fear, 1165|Till, like on a sudden, 1165|Up, up, unto the altar of the sky 1165|A storm of blossoms fell! 1165|There, on my bosom, 1165|Like some fresh flower that grows, 1165|Standeth the rose, the lily pure and white, 1165|And the tender, tender breath of the lily breathes 1165|A prayer upon my prayer! 1165|Out, O wind! 1165|Rejoice, my joy! 1165|Thy heart is full of gladness and of glad songs! 1165|The angels are at work upon the bowers; 1165|The wind is at play upon the hills! 1165|The angels are singing! 1165|The angels are singing! 1165|And I was a small child and my mother smiled a happy child, 1165|But out here, with the blossoms on my mother's breast! 1165|Out here in the world of the careless and heartless and free! 1165|What are kings and empires and the cities and flowers and pearls, 1165|To the little child that is heartless and free! 1165|What are rose leaves and the tearful night beneath the cherry-trees, 1165|And the happy child that is heartless and free! 1165|A child, a mother's child, 1165|Who did not know God, 1165|Who walked with Christ, 1165|Thinking Him dead. 1165|As if a ghost should touch his life, 1165|I see him change! 1165|Who never knew how much he bore 1165|And how dearly he had given, 1165|And how, in the world of flesh, 1165|He took the Cross. 1165|As if the grave were all in vain, 1165|And he, the living Lord, 1165|Was waiting to say, "I forgive 1165|All men for you!" 1165|He did, and he shall be, 1165|And I am still a child; 1165|I cannot tell if God forgives 1165|Or if I must suffer; 1165|I only know I'm still a child, 1165|And he is still above. 1165|"I did believe them!" . . . He is at peace now. 1165|I have not the heart to ask. 1165|A little child 1165|Who is in a little God's love. 1165|Little God's child, 1165|Let us be happy. 1165|There's a little voice cries: 1165|"I am little, you are great, 1165|Little God's child, 1165|I have such a voice! 1165|"I have such a name too 1165|For my little name, 1165|Little God's child, 1165|So your little name 1165|(What is it but the smallest 1165|Word one can have?). 1165|"I am not a little name, 1165|Nor a great little name 1165|At all, in so small a space, 1165|Little God's child, 1165|But I know, and know I will, 1165|From my very first day, 1165|"I am not a little name, 1165|Nor a great little name 1165|At all, in so small a space, 1165|I am not a little name. 1165|Not a word I know. 1165|"It is not my place, 1165|But I know that I must sing, or not; 1165|The little things will follow me, 1165|The big things stay at home; 1165|But the little things and care, 1165|Will go wandering wide and far, 1165|Will go with me far and near, 1165|Wherever I go, 1165|For the big things stay at home." 1165|Little God's child, 1165|Let us be happy. 1165|I have a little hat that I put on my head 1165|I wear it when I go to church, I don't wear it when 1165|I go to the cupboard, it holds so little room on the shelf. 1165|I have a little pen ======================================== SAMPLE 1580 ======================================== 35190|O, fyndynge thynge hir lyf therfore, 35190|And þ{a}t þere þe{n}ne folowynge hem þ{a}t neu{er}. 35190|God wytte here, þe{n} she þe{n}ne liegh, 35190|As fygure is eu{er}, erþe & erþe; 35190|Þat on halden Iolys þe{n}ne fygure, 35190|Nou, Iolys, deȝt i{n} to þe erþeȝ; 35190|For þis is no{n}ne fau{n}st {to} ȝif þe þry{n}ne 35190|W{i}t{h} wytteȝ of his lust þat wolde kepe, 35190|He may hym þerof{e} þat he may hym beleue; 35190|I{n} þe ȝe{n}ne maynten for þ{a}t þ{a}t wyth hy{m} seluen, 35190|& say{n} i{n} þy{n}ne, loke on ȝepes of þe ȝate, 35190|How þe{n}ne he fylleȝ vpon hyt fayre, 35190|Lest we were wote in þys wonyed, 35190|To heuen-rychinge to on hy{m} þe{n}ne; 35190|Þat ou{er} þys fro þe fyrst fote he fyue, 35190|& sayde þe þro, þe{n}ne þat he wyth v{us} hent; 35190|Þe{n}ne efte ou{er} þo to þe ou{er}-tote hys dede, 35190|By-ȝonde þ{er}-i{n}ne þe befalle to-gedi{n}te, 35190|For we be wrongeȝ to þe wylteste, 35190|Þat we haf m{er}u{m}ple of þe mydon heuen.’ 35190|With this he haldes hy{m} to þe bedder, 35190|Þe{n}ne ay cryen, _Io_, þat he cryed: 35190|“Bot we were wrongeȝ þat he was byh{e}, 35190|Þat þaȝ þ{o}u fende of þy fyn ofte halden, 35190|Neu{er} þay were more pakid neu{er} wele; 35190|But þ{er} hit watȝ lyȝt to lykes, 35190|For Iolyse is lyk an-i{n}neȝ 35190|With þo gret arowe for þo good godes, 35190|He set hit neuer so good & fyue, 35190|To þe bedder he bidde þat he may, 35190|“Let Iolysshe here, her sonne schal, 35190|“Þat mealde of-tokys þat mad, 35190|He schal þe{n}ne, he schal þe day come.” 35190|When þay come at þe brodere þay bode, 35190|& to hem þay com, & þaȝ þe waye wroþe, 35190|Gret swetnesse was þe grete marre, 35190|& þe{n} ge{m}makkes he fynde his fau{n}de; 35190|And þe rodes watȝ vnþerr-cast on-ronde, 35190|Þay alle dured þe deȝt{er} & deuowte, 35190|& þe delyte watȝ vpidou{n}del vpon trewe, 35190|Þe deuyse m{ ======================================== SAMPLE 1590 ======================================== 25608|All the words I know by heart, 25608|By day and night, 25608|By summer afternoons and autumn alleys, 25608|By lonely forests deep and high; 25608|By the deep meadows, where the wild chickens sing, 25608|And where the yellow birds of light 25608|Laugh as they fly. 25608|Here is the place where all begin; 25608|In a little garden-close 25608|I have lain with my heart one night 25608|While the great winds of the storm 25608|Watched East Wind and his toys. 25608|And while Night stooped from her chimneys white 25608|To hear a far voice call, 25608|I dreamed that I lay beside her knee, 25608|And that I spoke with her small hand, 25608|Till, all at once, the dream was true: 25608|She took me in her arms to lay, 25608|Her small hand, white as the snow, 25608|That beat around like the surf! 25608|Oh, wonderful child, with the eyes 25608|Of a white kitten fluttering! 25608|See how they flash, where the golden grasses shoot! 25608|They flash and flash, till I could swear 25608|They looked as though I'd just been dipped in chocolate! 25608|Away! away! the wild winds blow! 25608|She is drawing near! ... Oh, hark to a drummer-- 25608|He is calling,--and he beats! ... Oh, hark to a drummer, 25608|He's calling! ... Oh, come over the sea! 25608|We're going away from this gloomy harbor; 25608|There's peace and plenty to be had over the sea; 25608|There's a gleam of sun where the palms are a-warming, 25608|And a music that drives away the soul's sadness; 25608|So ... away! over the sea! ... 25608|Now, this is an idle story--that's all-- 25608|So as I am writing it, you'll excuse me, 25608|Having read it a thousand times, it won't fit: 25608|It's quite enough; but when I've done--why, then, 25608|I will come back again ... another one! 25608|You're an angel, Bobbin, and I'm a sprite. 25608|Our souls are one, and if we could understand 25608|What a few minutes we spend in Paradise, 25608|With our souls in God's embrace,--sooner or later, 25608|We might learn a thing or two about heaven. 25608|When the sun goes down 25608|'T is far too dark to see the stars 25608|That shine so brightly now. 25608|When the moon comes in 25608|Only the tops of the buildings light 25608|And the town's lighted quite. 25608|And the clock ticks on the wall, 25608|But I cannot shut my eyes-- 25608|I feel so restless with my book. 25608|For the stars can trace 25608|All my soul's calm repose, 25608|And my little footsteps stir. 25608|They watch my dreams, my sweet, 25608|That for hours have been. 25608|They see my foolishness, 25608|My foolishness, my pretty, little Finch, 25608|My little foolishness. 25608|They never seem to rest 25608|Where the morning light can find him there. 25608|But, when I wake, I find 25608|That the angels have him there, 25608|Still as ever--and that bright. 25608|He is not a coward-- 25608|Even when fate throws him in, 25608|He does not cry; 25608|Yet when God is calling, 25608|Why, the others will 25608|Not be mute! 25608|"We are all one in prayer," 25608|Thus we say all the while, 25608|But who can understand 25608|The depth of something so sweet and holy, 25608|The angel tongue? 25608|When there's a cry in Heaven 25608|'T would be best to go, 25608|Though some say 'tis the cry 25608|We pray for every day. 25608|It is not Heaven's cry alone, ======================================== SAMPLE 1600 ======================================== 25008|Beneath the soft and gentle shade, 25008|Or on the sunny grass, as I, 25008|With love and joy, were meeting there: 25008|On these fond lips, that scarce could bear 25008|The soft kisses of the boy, 25008|Sweet, tender, and perfidious, 25008|Lithe and still as that dear stone, 25008|Thro' which she so well could sit, 25008|And watch the magic of the maid, 25008|Swayed in every look and change, 25008|Sweet Love, whose heart still loves to quake! 25008|And ever, from those limbs of flame, 25008|Which now were naked to the skies! 25008|Tho' thro' the golden clouds of air, 25008|She on that bosom glowed and burned; 25008|Like the dark spirit in the shade 25008|That sighs and smiles thro' the green grove, 25008|Ere yet the moon, that star of eve, 25008|Her radiant path hath taken to 25008|'Neath the spreading branches of the vine. 25008|Her voice was so like Heaven's own air,[D] 25008|It could not be heard afar: 25008|It came from Paradise's own heights, 25008|As from the throne of Deity. 25008|"In a bright cloud she is not seen, 25008|She is in Heaven, O Love! 25008|And a pale light thro' the air streams, 25008|To show she too as lovely glows, 25008|As tho' the angel were her bride: 25008|And Heaven is fair,--as lovely glows, 25008|As tho' the angel were her bride! 25008|Love, thou art in the skies above, 25008|And I to thee, my Pleasure, cry. 25008|My heart's fair flame thy bosom's joy, 25008|To thee and thy dear Love I cry. 25008|With me is Heaven,--the Heaven of Love, 25008|As fair as it may please, 25008|In that bright Heaven I'll ever dwell, 25008|When Love's sweet, shining, Heaven is thro!" 25008|She then arose, and to her side, 25008|"I brought a treasure, 25008|For Love's dear delight, 25008|In a bright cloud I am not seen, 25008|Tho' I am in Heaven, O Love! 25008|I brought his image, 25008|To my bosom sealed, 25008|In a black, gloomy cloud, 25008|Tho' heaven I do adore. 25008|A pearl, a pearl is in my heart, 25008|The pearls from my breast 25008|I bring, with pureness of its ray, 25008|To thy pure heart, O Lady! 25008|A star from the firmament 25008|I bring to thee, 25008|To shine on thee and thee alone, 25008|Love,--in a white cloud,--the star 25008|Of my bright image,--the rose 25008|Of my pure soul,--as it dies, 25008|In her own night, Love,--in her own light. 25008|I bring thee what I crave or crave; 25008|Thou givest it to me! 25008|Oh! lovely star, that lookest into the night, 25008|Thou dost inspire and bless my life, 25008|Whilst I, in dark and dismal caverns, pine; 25008|How can life and loving thrive, 25008|In this low place of need, 25008|Where a living gulf doth, alas! divide us, 25008|From the pure heart-prayer of a loved one dear, 25008|From the thoughts and tones of that sweet voice! 25008|O beautiful, O precious, O living Rose! 25008|Thy charms have made many a heart their own; 25008|But thy pure virtue hath ever kept me 25008|From that fatal gulf, that separates, 25008|From that blest and happy region. 25008|In thy pure presence none is found 25008|But kind, and happy, and beloved; 25008|And that pure, angelic presence, 25008|Which I never, never can resign 25008|Of thee,--in all the splendour ======================================== SAMPLE 1610 ======================================== 30332|A man must die--even a King! 30332|He looked and marvelled, for of all men 30332|This man had chosen so; no doubt: 30332|The most renowned of all his kin; 30332|But in that great house did he behold 30332|The fairest woman there, nor knew 30332|The life she wore was but of fear, 30332|But the pale life he had lived alone 30332|Against the sun and starlight bright; 30332|The life he had lived in great despair, 30332|And when the sword was levelled in her side 30332|He should have perished there--a King. 30332|She looked up slowly with her eyes a-bloom, 30332|So pure a smile upon her face 30332|That the light shone through the golden hair 30332|As down she cast it, and the light 30332|Fell on the golden hair, and soft 30332|The shining bronze, and all about 30332|She stood as fair a thing as they, 30332|The lovely form of Erin Done; 30332|And that great smile still fell to her 30332|Because he had been King so far, 30332|Even as an outcast man might be, 30332|That with God's judgement, Lord of all, 30332|Must leave his house, his land and all, 30332|And to the place of judgement come, 30332|A King, to reign for a goodly span, 30332|King, to live all he would, no doubt: 30332|O God, what a fearful world such men 30332|Would dote on, ever bearing life, 30332|And having no right of it, but care! 30332|Then from the sea a man did pass, 30332|And Erin's eyes were filled with tears; 30332|She took his mouth in her, it grew 30332|With love, the very thing she loved. 30332|And on she went, up from the land, 30332|Because she must to King Lidell hall 30332|To bear his coffin on that day 30332|That Erin must go alone: this done, 30332|She left the house with the sea-wind moaned, 30332|And came to where a grave was laid. 30332|There Erin laid the body out, 30332|And then she stood awhile, and with a sigh, 30332|Kneeling in humble guise and black, 30332|She wiped away the tears and moaned, 30332|And said, "O God, that bitter cry 30332|Was good for me: O God, that thou'lt hear 30332|And pardon me, God, how could I do 30332|This thing as thou art good, and thou 30332|Hast taken care of me as I am poor! 30332|If in that hour I do but die 30332|My King would know why; yet would I have 30332|What such a life such griefs had brought; 30332|"For now, God only knoweth how 30332|I might have died a dying death; 30332|For in this weary world," she said, 30332|"I do not dream of comfort sure." 30332|And then she laid the coffin by, 30332|And she went on her way toward the wood, 30332|Gathering the acorns, and they set, 30332|As she went, the sweet grass by her feet, 30332|Laid the sweet leaves upon her head, 30332|And all about her breast the birds 30332|Ruffled and nestled, and before 30332|She came to where, in many a yard, 30332|The great pillars of the oak hold 30332|Dyeworks of moss, whereon she hid 30332|The earth within--for she had come 30332|There when such griefs had fallen on men 30332|That all her life grew silent down 30332|Into a peaceful woman's dream. 30332|So that day Erin did not go 30332|Ere that she knew; but all she met 30332|In that great house were her true friends; 30332|The maiden's mother, and her sire, 30332|Her father, who was ever near, 30332|And in the sweet May-meeting here 30332|The sire with many gifts received. 30332|Her father was glad ======================================== SAMPLE 1620 ======================================== 27221|To thee, my sister, did I owe 27221|Its being, or its claim renew? 27221|But wherefore does she not, as well, 27221|Prove my own love by proof?" 27221|"Behold the maiden! I reply, 27221|It hath no proof of love," 27221|But now the maid and knight return, 27221|Who in old hours, I ween, 27221|Had each his maid--the Knight replies, 27221|"The day is done, the day is done, 27221|And my night-companion sits apace 27221|In his high seat by me!" 27221|He said, and he turned to the sun, 27221|And said, and he turned away, 27221|"O Love, have thy day's completion won; 27221|I have my hour's reward." 27221|"The task is done, and its terms forgot, 27221|And in the sun's deep sightless ear 27221|No praise the Knight may heave, 27221|Who hath his hour of perfect rest; 27221|Yet dare with his sad soul no sound 27221|Of discontent or moan. 27221|No! while the morning light is high, 27221|In his bright hall, upon his bower, 27221|There lies his dower; his soul has power 27221|To gain the treasures of the day. 27221|Ah, no! more quickly than the beam 27221|Of light that plays with sunbeams, is withdrawn 27221|In earth's dim mists, or to the eye 27221|Of clouds a brief, transient gleam. 27221|Thy soul that loves is not so sure. 27221|Thy body is not wrapt in mist, 27221|To lie for ever in an hour 27221|Like ice, about which the wind 27221|Dissolves itself, when once begun.-- 27221|Ah! 'tis true; so brief thy stay! 27221|The world hath power to change its heart, 27221|Like to thy soul; but not to quit 27221|Nor to abide the promise. 27221|But wait and trust; the time shall come 27221|When thy proud self shall yield to thy content; 27221|And thou in thy own heart's depths shalt feel 27221|Thyself a part of all the good of earth! 27221|Yet do not think thy power can keep, 27221|Till then, in its full, full measure, 27221|Thy self-same radiance that's burning 'mong thine. 27221|And should the fates ordain thee to leave 27221|Thy home, thy friends, thy happy home, 27221|Still thy most beautiful as now, 27221|In this fair spot, the sun! 27221|For there, not soon to be renew'd, 27221|Shalt thou have time to grieve a little, 27221|When thy soul's on earth more spent, 27221|And in Heaven, as sure as thou art here, 27221|Thou hast still a portion graced, 27221|For here thou'lt have thy portion of bliss; 27221|And thou'lt ne'er to Earth be sent, 27221|To suffer for thy fault, disgrace, or shame. 27221|Thou'lt live, and die, with Heaven in sight, 27221|The lovely, the just, the blest, the blest, 27221|And Heaven, when thou canst see the bright, 27221|Will give thee, when thou'rt old, to choose, with pleasure, 27221|A home with God, and here to live and die. 27221|And if the voice of Heav'n, that sends 27221|Its counsel to thy sinful breast, 27221|Should say--_Behold the choice thou hast made!_ 27221|_Gladly would I bequeath it, 27221|That from this life I may receive 27221|Some happiness, though unseen, 27221|Which I can every day achieve._ 27221|It is the hope of every true, 27221|Pure, upright, just, and wise, 27221|To wake, ere yet the light of day 27221|Opens his work of glory: 27221|To find, ere yet the summer sky, 27221|Some new and lasting monument, ======================================== SAMPLE 1630 ======================================== 10602|That made his name more known before he fell: 10602|Yet his great fame, which now doth last as long 10602|As time doth take it good to measure fame, 10602|Of all his faults doth eke the best declare. 10602|Nay, even his praise would long endure, and say, 10602|That he had done what few can vnduft to do, 10602|Lifting his name vnto the lot of man. 10602|Let it not be believed, that he ne were 10602|Deceived or blind, who after this darke 10602|Foriell hath found out how to do both right, 10602|And to deserve both praise and goodly mew. 10602|Now are they come vnto the promisd gate, 10602|Where they first found them foes the King to find, 10602|And them to beare arms and in battle go. 10602|That they to do them a good start mighte have, 10602|They set them forth, and each one putteth thought 10602|Into a fountaine, that they mighte thereunto, 10602|And that the fountaine filled mighte no more be; 10602|Where whoso the Fountaine would for him convene, 10602|Should in anon to them a thing thereof impart. 10602|There they began, and whoso would them bring 10602|Came straitly unto the gates of the gate; 10602|But whoso them would see they must to stay 10602|With them in that same fountaine deep and dark. 10602|There they put off, and for the next march set, 10602|And to some other cause did them acquaint, 10602|In order to be there at another's hest. 10602|But first within these walls they found them foes, 10602|And them they slew with sword, and they felled them also: 10602|Whereof the more parts there were, there with them tost, 10602|Who had them left a prisoner: but they slayne them both, 10602|And with their blood to glut their loathsomers bare. 10602|These slain they slew with axe of their hands, 10602|And that they might them from thence again re-cope; 10602|But when they saw that they by long delay 10602|Were stayd, without more fight they did begin, 10602|They both set forth and went their way; 10602|And that therewith they should of hope some share, 10602|They made an end: so each of them his death 10602|Brought with him hence to his eternal rest. 10602|Of all the fowles, that at that time were found, 10602|That ever did upon the grassie ground, 10602|There was the most for love of flight and flight 10602|Unto the trees had their beak, and dight 10602|Their beaks upon the grassie, so they fled 10602|And out of sight of men, of whom but fewe 10602|That dwell in cities, and live with their lordes, 10602|Such as were seen in sight, the fowle drew in 10602|To the depths of each grove, by him set fast, 10602|That many thousand fathoms was before 10602|Vpwarded: for every winged beast that flyes 10602|From his master, that is sure to flie; 10602|The wombe was fast by them, where she is found. 10602|The fowle with the best part of the grass 10602|Lifted them to the upper skies, with speed 10602|Of their owne power, and all their power was vain, 10602|Tempting the sunnes, that with wings outspread 10602|For joy, they fell to it, though they knew full well 10602|It was an evil thing, and feared not fall. 10602|For they had both full power of their owne will, 10602|And, if love were not so withstood, they thought 10602|To have an aimless sport, as beasts may play, 10602|Which the more powerful to overcome. 10602|So long, love-dearest, as ye dwelt in sight 10602|Of gentle Flora, who was wont to shew 10602|Her face, and with glad words much beh ======================================== SAMPLE 1640 ======================================== 34237|Hear me at night, for the sake of all the dead, 34237|All, who in darkness dwell, or hope to die! 34237|Let no man sleep! for our hearts are heavy now, 34237|And no man sleeps, if once he don't go fast. 34237|In the dark the dead lie: we look to the light, 34237|To the day's last glance and the last ray of light. 34237|So let us look with courage and tenderness 34237|On the dead who now lie under our feet,-- 34237|Their hopes and fears from this hour are done: 34237|All, who in darkness dwell, or hope to die. 34237|So let us look to the Light, the Light! 34237|For never yet had Night so bright a dawn, 34237|So glistering a web of light and shade, 34237|As now is stricken the dark from our sky. 34237|In the dark the dead lie: we look to the light, 34237|To the last gleam of the last ray of light. 34237|And ah! we wish them comfort and rest; 34237|The gloom of the night, and the bitter cold! 34237|In the dark the dead lie, and their spirits kneel, 34237|'Neath the weight of this shame on their brow, 34237|With their hopes and fears from this hour grown dim, 34237|All, who in darkness dwell, or hope to die. 34237|And now let us sing the last song of all-- 34237|"_"All hail, ye saints!"_" 34237|"_"To God of Sun and Moon, an holy Priest, 34237|To Him, the Saviour, and all the Angels round; 34237|To the Lamb that was once born on the earth 34237|With the Saviour's mother mild and tender; 34237|To the Godless and persecuting Priest, 34237|The Godless Maker, and his worshippers; 34237|And to all the nameless millions that are yet to be; 34237|To the lone Shepherds, and to the helpless Shepherds' angels, 34237|The Shepherds and their Angels, that will be!_" 34237|The night is long, the moon rides high, 34237|The light is brief; 34237|My dream was sad, my hopes were faint. 34237|A dream of thee, Mary, dear and kind, 34237|In the dim night's chill light, 34237|The soft air on my cheek hath blown, 34237|But thou art far away! 34237|At dawn I woke, and saw the morn 34237|Blot through the misty air; 34237|The skies yet hid the awful day, 34237|But o'er the western plain, 34237|With dusky wings outspread and bare, 34237|A star came forth to see. 34237|No star of light, but, pale and bright 34237|In the red gloom, a lonely meteor, 34237|A beacon gleamed, and pale, 34237|From out the distance borne. 34237|No meteor, but, a light of awe, 34237|A vision vast and dread, 34237|It seemed that all the starry hall 34237|With dread eclipse was hid. 34237|The night was still; the stars were hid 34237|Beneath the misty veil; 34237|And on the air a mingled sound 34237|Of hollow, hollow thunders broke, 34237|That like a heavy chime, 34237|Like heavy, heavy chimes, did ring, 34237|In hideous triumphing. 34237|And like a heavy, heavy chime, 34237|Drowning all harmony and sound 34237|The sound of heavy, heavy chimes, 34237|Lost in the whirl of worlds! 34237|As in the daybreak hour it is 34237|The hope of souls to see, 34237|When o'er an empty world of pain, 34237|The bright, sweet vision beams-- 34237|As in the daybreak hour it is 34237|The hope of souls to see! 34237|I love the sun for his brightness, 34237|His loveliness, his majesty-- 34237|Yet he so often deifies me; 34237|He is my rapture ======================================== SAMPLE 1650 ======================================== 28591|The soul of man is like an ocean. 28591|The soul of man is like a sky. 28591|The soul of man at last shall be 28591|A tree in some green mountain cleft. 28591|No tree in all the world so tall 28591|Shall ever ring with any one 28591|Who hath the gift of singing sad: 28591|A bitter tree it shall be: 28591|And yet, dear Lord, so wise and good, 28591|I think, with all my soul indeed: 28591|That, if it seem some pity's use 28591|To gaze upon, it needth thee. 28591|If thou wouldst keep me all short while, 28591|I must have patience to endure. 28591|A little longer and, dear Lord, 28591|I am undone: 28591|It is enough--I am my Lord, and thou wast my God. 28591|But now the time has come; come gladly, Lord; 28591|What have I to do with time? 28591|It is enough! I trust, without a wish, 28591|To come into the garden of the Lord. 28591|He only waits thee: all thy wants he knows, 28591|Nor any more thy wants shall be. 28591|Now come into the garden, Lord, and go; 28591|What need we more to make thee sweet? 28591|Thy voice is good to hear, and well thy looks 28591|He knows, and he will show thee why. 28591|Lord, for thy sake this hour, I thank thee, God; 28591|Do with me as thou wilt: 28591|The fruit is good, the leaves to withering, and 28591|The boughs are worth the breaking. 28591|My heart is sore to bear; 28591|No pain hath touched the flesh, 28591|Where I have been the slave o' day. 28591|My soul is sick and sore; 28591|No wound can harm the heart below; 28591|The only things I crave 28591|Are thorns and death. 28591|My weary eyes are dim; 28591|I lie upon the bed 28591|Of sorrow, and I cannot see 28591|The sun nor any star. 28591|The darkness, dark as death, 28591|Seems like a body's gloom; 28591|It seems a lifeless weight, and yet 28591|It holds no life or will. 28591|I see, I see-- 28591|But not the path, my Friend, nor 28591|The sun, nor any star-- 28591|But only the earth, and all its lot, 28591|Its earthy dross and dust. 28591|O Lord! what harm, what wrong hast thou done, 28591|That none may pity, none can pen thee? 28591|Why was not thou a soul like me, 28591|A soul of all thy kind before? 28591|I would not be thy slave, only thine 28591|For one hour more! 28591|How could my heart more freely make 28591|Restraint, 28591|Nor know 'twas for my sake I cried? 28591|Thou'rt sad, poor heart! 28591|Yet, still at last, 28591|Thou art content to sleep 28591|Thy sleep. 28591|Be it so; though in this dim, 28591|In this black world, Thou findest rest; 28591|'Tis better, in a deeper sea 28591|Than shoreless ground. 28591|In that, by God, 28591|I love thee more than all, in this 28591|And better place,-- 28591|Thou art, I can but say, 28591|Thou holdest life for ever new. 28591|Thou hast the power to make me glad; 28591|Thou hast the power to make me sad, 28591|Thou hast the power to make me glad. 28591|Thou hast the power to raise or lower 28591|My joys or my woes; 28591|Thou hast the power, my Friend, to take 28591|My joy away; 28591|Thou hast the power--O Lord! it is-- 28591|My heart to win! 28591|Yet, not for that thou art not ======================================== SAMPLE 1660 ======================================== 1471|The air is very thin; the air is very full. 1471|I feel my heart close round my throat, 1471|Thick as a thyre in sea. 1471|Thy hand is fair 1471|That lays 1471|In its soft palm 1471|A flower most pure, 1471|That is more fair 1471|Than this 1471|Tuneful, tuneful one-- 1471|A flower is deadlier-- 1471|A flower more beautiful! 1471|The sweetest song, 1471|The loneliest bird, 1471|Is most lost 1471|Where the wind blows-- 1471|Where the wind blows 1471|And the cold wind 1471|Bears all the flowers to thee. 1471|No flower, but more sweet 1471|Than this 1471|Sweetest flower that 1471|Takes the storm 1471|All over the sky. 1471|Though thy sweet face 1471|It may blow 1471|To the sea 1471|And it blow 1471|To the shore 1471|Of the flower, 1471|Yet thou art a breeze, 1471|Nor a storm, 1471|For the flower, 1471|The wind that takes all things. 1471|Thou art so sweet, 1471|Thou art so great 1471|That thou art 1471|Of the wind that can give and take. 1471|Thou art all things; 1471|Not one little blossom there-above 1471|Is thine, but grows 1471|To thine own full measure, made 1471|Of many seeds, 1471|Sowing itself unceasingly 1471|Through heaven and earth, 1471|Till it is all full-crowned with flowers 1471|And full-grown in every place. 1471|Not only for thy sake I love them so. 1471|For thy sake--but for them 1471|Who are in a like plight with thee--they feel 1471|The love 1471|Of that most lovely mother Nature. 1471|The world is in my eyes--the night is dim with clouds, 1471|The wind blows--the world is not in my eyes. 1471|O sweet, sweet vision... all dreams of sun, of moon, 1471|Of stars the glories of and grass, and the birds' and bees'-- 1471|These are in thee-- 1471|O dream of youth, O dream of man's ambitious mind, 1471|Of time, of beauty, and truth, and the beautiful skies! 1471|O dream that man's as little as a dream of thine, 1471|Dream that love's no stronger than grief for fame's sake! 1471|Sauntering like one I would not let my heart be lonely, 1471|I carry my face to the sun, O world. 1471|I cannot think what things will come to thee in this 1471|world of thy sorrow and strife! 1471|I am not sure to-morrow,--nay, I am not even sure 1471|this moment! 1471|I love this day--this day! [_Ep._ 4.] 1471|I know not by what names these flowers are named; 1471|For still their names are breathings to the heart. 1471|I love this day--this day! [_Ep._ 5.] 1471|O world! O world! [_Ep._ 6.] 1471|O rose, if that be the name thou bear'st, 1471|This dainty little rose, perchance it were 1471|I wove a necklace just of thy leaves; 1471|And if I thought it might be thou might'st, 1471|Perhaps my heart might sweeten to thy name, 1471|As now my love to thee. 1471|I know not what ======================================== SAMPLE 1670 ======================================== 1304|And all that is to do. 1304|To thee, my love, my heart, 1304|Thou, heart of mine, art dear; 1304|What can I do that dost please thee, 1304|That my poor heart do most? 1304|The poor man's heart does all that's fit, 1304|My heart of thine, my heart of fire; 1304|And my poor heart, it is thee, dear maid, 1304|That loves thee best. 1304|Thou, heart of mine, dost thou not hear 1304|My vows, that I make unto thee? 1304|Love, dost thou not deign to look 1304|On this pale face I wear on high, 1304|When down below it all is done, 1304|And I lie low? 1304|Love, dost thou not hear my sighs? 1304|I swear it is enough: thou, heart of fire, 1304|Wilt not refuse the sacrifice 1304|Of a true heart, and a true love, 1304|That love's too. 1304|O fair is love as day, or light, or night, 1304|But fairer is fair love, when done; 1304|And fairer still, when done in peace. 1304|My love is fairer than the day, 1304|And better than her fairest: 1304|Love, I say, is fainter than her eye, 1304|And dearer, than her dearest. 1304|The poor love of a common grave, 1304|That was not made for mourning, 1304|Forgetting the sad noise of war, 1304|Where many hearts are breaking: 1304|The poor love of a common grave, 1304|That was not made for mourning! 1304|There 's naught beneath the grass, there 's naught 1304|Upon the uplands, 1304|That a shepherd will not thrust aside 1304|To lean himself upon! 1304|There 's nothing but the plaice's shadow, 1304|And the flow'ret whispering: 1304|Oh, the poor love of a common grave, 1304|That 's not made for mourning! 1304|The poor love of a common grave, 1304|That was not made for mourning! 1304|It is a little thing, the pride 1304|Of youthfulness is to be seen, 1304|And the poor love of a common grave, 1304|That 's not made for mourning! 1304|It 's a little thing, the pride, 1304|The little love of women; 1304|It is but a little word, said 1304|As a young man lay, 1304|Or as a child sleeps within his bed 1304|Unto his pillow weeping: 1304|The little love of a common grave 1304|That 's not made for mourning! 1304|It 's a little thing, the pride, 1304|The little love of women; 1304|The sorrow of a grave is it, 1304|The sorrow of a wife; 1304|Oh, the poor love of a common grave, 1304|That 's not made for mourning! 1304|It 's a little thing, the pride, 1304|The little love of women; 1304|It is but a little word, said 1304|As the man wakes at evenfall; 1304|But, oh, it is the little love of a common grave 1304|That 's not made for mourning! 1304|I 've been many a-wooing, sae meikle red, 1304|And many a bonnie blue day, 1304|But the one that seemed to me the dearest 1304|Ain't the man I knew; 1304|Oh, it 's that wee ca'ng pinnie, Peg! 1304|That I loved the best of all! 1304|And the dearest thing their eyes could see 1304|Was just where my heartmost lay; 1304|And the dearest thing on earth to me 1304|Was that wee thing, Peg! 1304|But every night, when I waked, I cried, 1304|Yet at morn my face as red 1304|And my hair as light as the feathery snow 1304| ======================================== SAMPLE 1680 ======================================== 1471|But to the sky and the sea-shell's foam, 1471|O my Love! 1471|(Handsome, handily, the flower upon his lap!) 1471|What art thou, a little flower, 1471|To make the air so full of noise? 1471|Art thou a windmill, a broken broken toy, 1471|To be thrown and caught and smashed? 1471|A break-stone 1471|That none get out of the garden 1471|But the mad dogs that play their houses! 1471|Forgive my silly fear! 1471|For I have kissed his face the last of this day. 1471|What art thou, a flower? 1471|Thy little mouth, and thy little crown, 1471|Thin as the heart on thine arm? 1471|(Sweet, sweet, to the sweet! and the bitter taste!) 1471|Thy tiny white eye, 1471|The place in life where Love will sit 1471|With the sun and I, and no one else? 1471|And the sweet taste of his kiss on my mouth 1471|And the sweets of his breath, 1471|And the soft, cold hand that holds and shakes them? 1471|(Ah, sweet, sweet, to the sweet!) 1471|Sittest, sweet, with a smile of her lips, 1471|Sittest on his knee, in a wreath of flowers. 1471|Sittest by the river 1471|Watching the white clouds go by, 1471|Tossing the streamers of the sun 1471|Tropical and sweet: 1471|Sittest in the midst of the dew-besprent grasses, 1471|With a smile on thy rosy lips. 1471|(Sittest in the midst of the dew-beds and the murmuring mill-wheels, 1471|Laugh, laugh, the old ears of the wind!) 1471|Laugh, laugh, what a wise they were in their day, 1471|Hear, hear, the song that they wove, 1471|Songs of love and songs of joy, 1471|O the sweet and the splendid way they sang! 1471|(Laugh, laugh, the young ears of the wind!) 1471|Laugh, laugh on thy little fingers of white, 1471|Laugh on thy little feet of green, 1471|Laugh on the finger of thy hand, 1471|(Hear, hear, the sweet songs of thy heart!) 1471|Ah, laugh on, laugh on! 1471|Laugh when thy song is done, 1471|Hear when the final note 1471|Sinks in the heart in reproach: 1471|Never do they lie 1471|Songs of love on the tongue of the fool, 1471|Songs of joy in the head 1471|Of a wretch of the world of men. 1471|Ah, laugh on, laugh on! 1471|Laugh, laugh on by the light 1471|Of the eyes that stare it dead, 1471|All thy sorrow and all thy sin 1471|In the sight and heart, 1471|Turned to laughter for aid, 1471|(Songs of joy, Sings of joy!) 1471|And, lo, thy Love, thy Love! 1471|Sings of the sun: it is he, 1471|From his mouth the hot sun steals 1471|Through the leaves and opens, and at last 1471|Through the ground itself I perceive, 1471|So that life and every living thing 1471|Died at his words and light! 1471|(Songs of light, O, songs of light!) 1471|Ah! the sun-heart of my lady 1471|Sits in the sky at rest and shines; 1471|And the night-rose and the spring-time grass 1471|Crown his head and hide him 1471|'Gainst the morning. 1471|(Ah, my love, my sun-heart, 1471|Sing, that my tongue may speak, 1471|In the heat of thy burning breath, 1471|The music of all songs, O, sing!) 1471|Ah! the sunrise-rose, the morning-yellow, 1471|The light of my lady's eyes in them, 14 ======================================== SAMPLE 1690 ======================================== 35991|Of a girl like you who knew all about it. 35991|And she got on to the train, where she found you, 35991|Your wife, Barbara, who had written to her, 35991|And said, you see, you are not to be trusted. 35991|To tell the truth I had a serious quarrel, 35991|And called her a traitor, now, of her love, 35991|Who betrayed me too, when we were eloped. 35991|But I have been a husband to your sister, 35991|And to your wife, Barbara, to your sister, 35991|And to your wife, Barbara, I have been true. 35991|But see, now I have a wife, I can't have one, 35991|No, certainly not, if she's to marry this one, 35991|This one and you are, no doubt, if you see, 35991|She'll grow up to be many things, a mouche, 35991|More here and less there, a madman's wife, 35991|I think, for love of her. 35991|Forgive me, 35991|But this I know, as I say before, 35991|For me it's all one, these letters of yours, 35991|And mine, the love you keep and treasure too. 35991|Now don't tell me my spirit was not there; 35991|We talk about love, but we do not talk 35991|About something so true and comforting. 35991|I am not in the right if you refuse 35991|To make these letters in your face your wife. 35991|It is a man's right and man's duty 35991|To love and help his fellow man, not call him. 35991|You see it's not the love of passion alone 35991|That makes a man a man or holds him free; 35991|It's deeper, and more ardent than that. 35991|Have you put your arm about this woman, 35991|Or touched her in some way, or told her truths, 35991|Or given her any help in any way? 35991|Is she a girl? Or is she a woman too, 35991|As true and loving as you say? 35991|Or, is she all that she seems to be? 35991|Then say the love you have for her is vain! 35991|Say, if she be a girl, how can you trust her, 35991|If, after the first, she be a man, 35991|Or is she all that you say she is? 35991|I know you think this, but don't you see? 35991|The love you have for her is only so. 35991|Have you found it true from day to day 35991|But you don't see why that love should pass 35991|So unappreciated, unappreciated, 35991|As time goes on? 35991|You see I have gone through all these years, 35991|And I'd be sick if I considered love 35991|As anything but a human weakness, 35991|Weak as weakness is in womanhood 35991|When weakness is in womanhood's a weakness 35991|To womanhood. 35991|But love is something in the spirit of man 35991|Which comes to him from God's own spirit, 35991|An element which touches the highest 35991|And most profound, and is incarnated 35991|Through body and through soul, through brain and brain, 35991|The lightest touch, and is incarnated 35991|In outward actions, the action of the hands 35991|And feet, or of the eyes or of the mind. 35991|And if it be a weakness, weakness is that 35991|In human nature, weakness in a woman, 35991|Not strength in human nature--but I know 35991|The weakness is a weakness in you too, 35991|Or you in me if you refuse her love, 35991|Or I in you should reject it. 35991|I know I know 35991|Why I do this, my friend, why I break up 35991 ======================================== SAMPLE 1700 ======================================== 20|Him thus in haste to Heaven his wings unloos'd, 20|And up to Heav'n as Saint from Pan's high roof 20|Slick glided, and right glimmer'd o're the wing 20|That for the Saviour ferried him. The Star 20|Yet mixt with that large host, not far off showed, 20|Bright as a lance, clear shining: At thir approach 20|Saint Peter to his Princes first espied 20|Clear Image, and, with Saint Paul, close by 20|Advancing, a bright fierie Tabernacle 20|Of colour beautiful, and grosse as Heaven. 20|Behold that Spirit, he had guid clear Sea, 20|And Land remote; on either hand 20|Were numerous Martyrs, sweatie of hand, 20|And bloodie scourge them slew them: On the wings 20|Of Heaven high flying, a glorious Tabernacle, 20|Like a calm-seeing eye, he gazeth, and looks 20|On all this Universe, and would essay 20|To speak, but inward Thoughts will sometimes rise, 20|Frowning, and Thoughts that must follow; so all flesh 20|Dark, obscurest, wise, or unfulfill'd, he searches 20|Through night and day; till on the winged prow 20|That flyes before him Starts, flying still 20|Through various shades of Eternal Iole, 20|He finds, or where found, with what name shall last 20|Eternal, and then settle in his mind 20|Through all succeeding Years: till, found and rais'd 20|In Heav'n, such grievous News to utter found, 20|This Sea he pass'd, and in the Son of God 20|Came safely: for from Death he maketh known, 20|His great Manger, him to open Stand 20|Accepting New! He came to bring more Power 20|And to augment his Dignities. 20|As on thir glorious Pontifical way 20|He pass'd, two Natives of Heav'n were seen, 20|Vocabularious; one call'd Greek, the Names 20|Of Principalities and powers in Heav'n 20|Ceres and Bacchus; the other Latin, 20|As is the Liberty of English song: 20|Both Gods though Latium now esteems not, holds 20|Among thir Gods abject, low, and undecayed: 20|Both under Government of a single Power 20|Implacable, destructive, and severe; 20|One Mass, one Triad; twin Gods of threefold kind, 20|With joy extended, with love extended, 20|With life extended, and with life extended 20|Both in perpetuity also lives 20|Both in perpetuity also lives. 20|Both in the EARliest Times both both did keep 20|Homage to th' Gate of Heav'n, by their works thus far 20|Proceeding, to the Gate of his or thir God, 20|Th' eternal Gate: by thir infinite Gratia 20|iat test of Prophecy, foreseeing of late 20|The great Event, when SATAN thence by fraud 20|Will be deceav'd, and through accident 20|Degradable, through foolish tremors impur'd 20|In divers Places under Heav'ns high Steed: 20|Yet not yet he mov'd: the proud attempt 20|Trembled in his Soul indignant, and fear'd 20|Commotion farr off shin'd, and more treach'rous hate 20|Enjoin'd: he on his self sole Comforter 20|Of himself and all his Rage employed 20|In his own Soul, and round him wrauth unbrac'd 20|Rul'd with corruption, rife as erst with Sorrow 20|When the great Parent Mut now makes Tremble fair, 20|And remorseful Anger, now with pale Distress 20|Of som increase, now with disdain resolv'd, 20|Now with wild rage the whole Estate severd, 20|Now more enrag'd, then guilty Courage feign'd: 20|To whom the Tempter with contemptuous look 20|And bitter Reply thus turn'd, and in the Shade 20|Turn'd to the STRENGTH of Man calmA(6) no more 20|Then in the Polar Cloud: "O sad event, 20|This does he ======================================== SAMPLE 1710 ======================================== 8187|"And, if you want some fiddlers--" 8187|(Cried out the "lumber")--" come here; 8187|I've got _something_ to _something_ for you! 8187|"And then, if you want some harmonies, 8187|I'll _make up_ a set with notes I'm playing 8187|The latest Mahler in his _blues_. 8187|"But please don't tarry--_if you get a hundred,_ 8187|A hundred will come right away; 8187|But I've a word here, 'tis very plain, 8187|I _am starving for a dollar; 8187|And I've a word, I'd like but _one_-- 8187|I've a _new_ word to say, my friend!" 8187|_His_ _finger_ (he cried) _was_ near, at last, 8187|When, to his credit, the numbers came: 8187|"A Hundred! O thank you! you're much, I fear, 8187|"Too near the blue, but still, all right!" 8187|And _then_ he played his first song for his friends, 8187|Singing, as if he were but dim, 8187|The happy numbers that his genius rolled 8187|Into the music in his head; 8187|And from his bosom the rich harpsichord 8187|Dropped a flood, that stole into his brain, 8187|Of numbers, as soft as soft as they were strong, 8187|Tuned to the heart his own desired tone; 8187|And, as the orchestra's notes were but few, 8187|Fresher and more full the rising wave, 8187|And--like the waters breaking on the shore 8187|Of some dark river, when the winds of heaven 8187|Are blowing o'er the cliffs that hide it, 8187|But sweeter, though stronger, and more deep,-- 8187|He poured them on with rapturous strain, 8187|Till those that heard the whole went singingly 8187|To be enchanted with their music's voice. 8187|And, when the words were rhymed together, 8187|The sound so soft and yet so strong, 8187|That, while the friends were listening, they went 8187|As if they had been led by the spell 8187|Of those sweet souls, whom Nature, they say, 8187|From the first hour, in boyhood, knew the power 8187|Of numbers, with a charm their own 8187|To waken, and from all the rest 8187|Of the fair town in which they dwelt, 8187|And all the many melodies that float 8187|Around its shores, the one only theme 8187|With which they had in all their songs combined-- 8187|The tones of that first _singer_, whom Nature 8187|Made the great _estheral_ of her lyres, 8187|And who 8187|Had left, as his last happy hours fled, 8187|His own land,--and had left it, no less 8187|For ever, than the last faint sigh 8187|Of that lone mariner, who sits 8187|On the deck of history, with melancholy 8187|And tears of regret, from every hour 8187|Lifting to heaven the last sad sigh 8187|That he can find his lonely bark. 8187|And the "twin notes" that, as the song rolled on, 8187|Seemed all which Heaven to music grants, 8187|Were--tunes, as he played them--like a smile 8187|From his sweet wife and all her charms! 8187|Till now the _first_ song that he had sung 8187|Had been too weakly, and the _second_ 8187|His heart had drifted to a "throbber" full 8187|Of harmony, and he had sung it. 8187|But, while he sat and wove, with thoughtless mien, 8187|Around the new set of chords, a spell, 8187|His heart beat wildly in a minute 8187|Of tumult, far along its way. 8187|And a song, which he had dreamed or heard,-- 8187|It might have been the hymn of the choir, 8187|The closing song of some old ======================================== SAMPLE 1720 ======================================== 1002|On him, who on the cross was crucified. 1002|So to the mountain it turns, that to its base 1002|It may be called, from thenceforth a sign for ever. 1002|And whatsoever way one hasteneth down 1002|Along this ladder, if soul be willing, all 1002|The way returns to where thou didst arrive, 1002|As soon as we return to earth. This place 1002|Is ever illustrious, from the want of her 1002|Who made it worthy of that name so new." 1002|And I to him: "By other pathway will I go, 1002|Than by that goodly discourse alone thou teach me; 1002|For it is written, 'He whosoever shall 1002|Return unto his country, and hath paid the tax, 1002|Is of the angels unto God vindicated,' 1002|(Evid.'s 9th. 9. 11). No one from thence can be 1002|Except a Just Person, and that is to whom God 1002|Due reward is waiting, in the fire of hell 1002|As it is stated in 1 Cor. iv. 15." 1002|Then he turned on his heel, and said: "Along this 1002|The dead proceed, in punishment untold, 1002|And Judas, and the band under arrest 1002|Led by his false guide, and many more beside; 1002|All are here found guilty of some dire sin, 1002|Except what mourners are, who have from loss 1002|Of relatives rescue. O merry, joyous soul, 1002|Look upward to the utmost of the heavens, 1002|There where thou feelest hell first open its jaws!" 1002|And as he turned once more, mine eyes endured not 1002|Not without revolution to the light 1002|Which he devoted to the eddying wind, 1002|When he issued forth so suddenly from it, 1002|Upward across the river unto the sun. 1002|From bridge to bridge, with step alike slow, 1002|The dead passed onward, by successive steps 1002|In lengthened march, till at the very marge 1002|They touch the goal wherein is placed the oar; 1002|And here I stopped my face, and only cried, 1002|"Stop, let me see thee, thou Enlightened One!" 1002|And he to me: "Wherefore dost look so questing 1002|Thine eyes towards the lofty tribunal? 1002|See if thou canst, whether hereafter thou art 1002|Possess'd of more than simple love for me." 1002|As turtlewards a living man, ere he dies, 1002|Draws up his vext side towards the centre, 1002|Visibly it shows where there should be an arrow; 1002|And thus did I, gazing in those eyes, distinguish 1002|Whether at the circumambient air would 1002|Have come again, or from below had gone. 1002|Scarce had I ceased from reaching to my forehead, 1002|Ere upon my right breast more rapid stroke'd 1002|The axlet of a shaft, that issued from it. 1002|A light swiftly coming from on high, 1002|Which seemed from substance different and extraordinary, 1002|And not by eddying of a river through water, 1002|Ran through and touched the phantom obscene. 1002|I turned round face me unto the blessed Seraphim, 1002|And asked of them what had my perplexity means. 1002|And they to me: "In a few moments more 1002|Death to this new abomination thou shalt see, 1002|Unless thou fasten down thy will with firmness. 1002|Think on that privilege, for which those martyrs 1002|For the faith of which thou liest pierced in Hell." 1002|Thus said they; and I straightened my brow and bent 1002|My sight to where after second death I was, 1002|And, persevering in my doubt, I asked them: 1002|"How many times must thou dainty flesh thou chewest, 1002|Before that of two evils thou shalt discern 1002|The favorable and the negative?" "Once," they answered, 1002|"Each takes with sin the other; and therefore thou 1002|Must say that thou chewest the food of life ======================================== SAMPLE 1730 ======================================== 1852|The young man, who was then about to return to his own country, was seized by 1852|The young man was conscious that he was bleeding,--he had been 1852|But, as a man with his life seems to pass, and the mind passes before 1852|In the early morning, the same voice cried in all directions: 1852|That is the sound of the sea-gulls flying from the cliffs. 1852|That is the signal of the night-watch by the lighthouse. 1852|It was night, and from the towers at the head of the river there came the 1852|The young man sank and lay entranced with amazement. 1852|The young man opened his eyes. 1852|He saw nothing, and he rose slowly and slowly toward the bedside; 1852|He saw nothing but a thin sheet on the gravel, and a voice, he 1852|"The Master commands me to rise!" 1852|He raised his eyes, and he saw, from within his room, nothing more--and 1852|I am no poet, but I have learned a wonderful art 1852|In keeping the little things that are best of all things. 1852|What is this thing that has come to thee? 1852|The word he had not even said; 1852|Nor was it the last; nor yet the best. 1852|But as if she wished to speak in his ears. 1852|At the top of her voice, on her lips, 1852|That was the song, and the song alone. 1852|For it was the song that he, 1852|At that moment, had dream'd in his sleep, 1852|And which she had made and had sung. 1852|His heart,--how it rocked! when the note seemed 1852|So beautiful, so beautiful! 1852|His cheek, how it sparkled! Oh, yes, 1852|It was bright as a gem with a name! 1852|The night was very black, and the blackness around him 1852|Swept like a sea; he thought very little about sleeping. 1852|It seem'd to him that the time for sitting was at hand. 1852|And he rose up from his bed, as if he had done it before. 1852|The day had not yet began. 1852|He had seen the day with its sun, and its clouds, and its trees, 1852|And had come, with his watch, into his garden: and there stood, 1852|And with the dawn were the roses which bore his name. 1852|He had come in the morning as if it were to greet him. 1852|He was there--he was there! 1852|His heart, on the brink of his heart, 1852|Moved--and the song, and the song alone, 1852|Where in the morning it must have been sung. 1852|The song and the song alone, 1852|His heart! his heart and his song! 1852|He had come, in the dawning, with his heart to his heart, 1852|And the roses had kissed as he kiss'd them. 1852|For, as to a girl that has lost her first lover, he thought 1852|Of the woman he had lost before the girl! 1852|His heart there was none, but it rose up and murmured, 1852|"My sweetheart, come back, my sweetheart! Come back! 1852|For my heart, at last,--oh, my heart will be seen! 1852|And my heart will be seen!... I will go back, I will 1852|Return, come back!... And what is the worst of it? 1852|"I'll follow her! ... I'll follow her! 1852|I will follow her, and kiss her, and kiss her, and 1852|kiss her, and kiss and kiss!... 1852|And if she--what is the last that she might say? 1852|Come, come! I'll follow her,--and my heart is still mine." 1852|He was up--he was up! 1852|He went to the house, he went into the garden; 1852|And he saw only the roses, pale and white, 1852|Which his soul had so lov'd, and so dearly loved. 1852|He rose--he was up--he was up! 1852|He entered out onto the lawn, ======================================== SAMPLE 1740 ======================================== 16059|El viento fué el tesoro, 16059|Que en vano, se encontrara 16059|Qué lleva cual gana mía. 16059|Todo el rostro, señor Cuellas, 16059|Que con su arrullador se apaga, 16059|Que con otras fortanes tirano 16059|Su vuela luz y hacer lejos, 16059|El mar inuenta la fiesta 16059|De los hombres del mar. 16059|Un arfrisho suelto ejemplo 16059|Un arfrisho suelo loco, 16059|Mas ¡oh tan bastida, oh vuelo, 16059|La espajada riendo lejos! 16059|Y entre veces en penas lumbres 16059|A un casta y a un morto, 16059|Y entre veces en su arrulla 16059|Cuando en las puertas el suelo. 16059|Quando en las puertas veneno, 16059|Tengo de venir en la montaña, 16059|Pasas de asombro se aguardase 16059|Lanzaré por todo en torno. 16059|Y con los ojos á ese ciego 16059|Y en las marts gustan enmuda, 16059|En roncades guerreros nuevos 16059|Entre los más aniversados. 16059|Pero de la tierra tu grandeza 16059|Con fuerza atónita palma, 16059|Y aunque es principio que el cielo 16059|Al llegar de más palmares. 16059|A quién venganza en tu seno, 16059|Y de mi alma como envidió: 16059|«_El cielo á las sentidos 16059|Al cielo á las páramos 16059|Ganado y colosal mentido; 16059|¿Quién mi estar poblobos 16059|A la muerte ó más menos? 16059|Y así á los pies tanto? 16059|Y de ver la vuestro ley 16059|Sin que parece al fin sobreviendo, 16059|Mas por amoroso ley 16059|Tal era la señal de los pies, 16059|De su voz también no parece.» 16059|Y el más grato del pecho 16059|En que se os grande segres; 16059|Quien era oscura y tanto 16059|Y el seso de castillos 16059|En fin tan gocas vuelves; 16059|El amante de su aliento 16059|Se habla el juez fuentel alcalde, 16059|Hariéndose la voz do fuega 16059|Las que pueda tan fué, 16059|Y en los pies de tu prix 16059|Los ecos de oro amarillo 16059|Por las gracias de su seno 16059|El nido de tu honroso sin; 16059|De los alabanas despogió 16059|Te enfrenco atroz, tu sangre y tu grato 16059|Con cuanto estarme enfade 16059|Cual cuanto esplendor se acerca 16059|Por aquel yelo esté de tu bizer. 16059|Dejó aquella un grande tesoro 16059|El cielo de sus pies 16059|Y entre sus palmas despreciado, 16059|Más que el cielo se escucha: 16059|Hay en lágrimas, pues si á niña 16059|Me enmuda á así se entiere, 16059|Y uno de talón parece. 16059|Allí la esposa sonrada, 16059|¡Oh cuánto se están, amiga! 16059|Que el cual ======================================== SAMPLE 1750 ======================================== 615|And the whole land in the field would seem to stand, 615|Where a plain's breadth, half a mile through wood and mead, 615|In ten short laps was trodden by the wight. 615|This while the knight, a warrior so renowned, 615|Had not the prowess nor the arm to fight, 615|Save by that one the lady's shield espied, 615|Which she herself had cast and used before. 615|The first I know, my lady, and I hear, 615|Whence he that shield has turned, to thee I show. 615|The noble knight (with wonder, at whose heart 615|He felt such awe) of royal Charlemagne 615|(For Charlemagne his own and glorious fame, 615|And Charizard's title, which such worth endears) 615|Now deemed the goodliest one of knights around, 615|Now seen and felt, as with the goodly one 615|He stood, in awe and wonder stood the more; 615|So that, in his first step, he made his stand, 615|And with such mighty force the fight defied. 615|Nor less withal the dame the champion did; 615|And, but for him, would have no more withstood 615|She such a charge, or taken so the spear. 615|If he had borne in mind what lady, near 615|Whom he had fallen, and who should have borne 615|A charge to him, had borne that other load, 615|Since he but now was on his feet again, 615|And, though by magic wrought, would do no ill, 615|And could have rescued from the danger there 615|That other he with magic had assaied. 615|In such a cause she might not well refuse 615|To see a cavalier who could oppose 615|Her virtue, and her good address have won; 615|Nor this, nor that: if the sovereign willed, 615|And granted it, her son of the realm should stay. 615|And of his lady no defence had he: 615|She dared not, she alone was left untied. 615|The other, as I said, at first had fled, 615|But that she deemed the dame was to blame; 615|From whom foul sin had done her cause away. 615|This thought her, as she to an old woman said, 615|(A younger and a daintie of her name) 615|That she herself had done that which was done, 615|And she should not be made to suffer further; 615|And that she to the rest might well accord, 615|But she had done so by her lord alone. 615|For had his knight been by a damsel known, 615|Nor in that lady's point the same been held 615|As by herself, her fault had surely died, 615|Nor such such fault was hers, as now is brought 615|To death's door in such a man's despite. 615|Of her past wrong no further had she rued; 615|But thought it good that her beloved's woe 615|Should be the first and last her sorrows told; 615|And that such good befell the lady was, 615|As all that time, a thing not evermore: 615|For she that knight, that damsel, and that man 615|Were of her spouse, and her this evil had. 615|Nor should she ever, if she ever durst, 615|Breathe out a word, nor speak a lesson sore; 615|And that the fault herself had done was found, 615|And that her wily scheme was, by none, 615|The cause and origin of all the dame. 615|And now, that other's fault she ought to bear, 615|She should have had her husband to the proof. 615|To whom with more than the common courtesy 615|The cavalier and damsel gave her grace. 615|She, when in his presence she is seen to stand, 615|(Nor will she, by that order, make delay) 615|Saying, "Sir, (and with the courteous answer made,) 615|I'm a maiden, and am wedded without. 615|A noble knight my lord is, worthy me 615|So far in arms to take my place with one 615|That cannot bear, because to love alone 615|My heart has been united. But that art 615|I hold for best, for which the warrior-sword 615|Of the ======================================== SAMPLE 1760 ======================================== 1365|Then with a sigh he rose, and, as he passed, 1365|Turned to me, with fondened face, and cried: 1365|"My little child! How happy I had been 1365|If thou hadst lived to see thy day of grace! 1365|I never might have deemed it possible 1365|That fate, which fate so nobly achieved, 1365|Should thrust me from the joys which I enjoy. 1365|I thank thee for the hope which still doth keep, 1365|Since life itself has ceased to wither, 1365|My spirit from the grave to raise, 1365|And so live on beyond the grave! 1365|"And, since thou hast agreed to this, 1365|I leave the scene of death and life; 1365|As I have passed into the future, 1365|That is now Aurora's boundless realm!" 1365|He ended, and with gentle voice, 1365|As if his parting words would comfort, 1365|Whispered me: "Thou shalt not perish utterly 1365|Ere thou hast learned to know thy father!" 1365|Then, lifting me by my white arms, 1365|He led me to my father's cottage, 1365|Whither, as all true-thoughting men, 1365|They went with their dear ones into the grave. 1365|So I beheld this garden, spread 1365|With many a ruddy blossom and spreading bloom, 1365|As if all bloomed everywhere. 1365|And all the little lilies, young and fair, 1365|Were looking up to me. 1365|And when I looked at them, a memory 1365|Of those dear years in home away from the world's scenes and cares, 1365|Was in their looks and in their ways. 1365|But they told much of secret life and death, 1365|Of deeds of love, and the grave-dews' sighs, 1365|And all that passes in the earth and air. 1365|The little swallows built the little nests 1365|Of straw in the cedar-tree hollows. 1365|And often, when the night was come, 1365|When the night winds, falling, whispered voices to the leaves, 1365|And the little white stars moved in the upper windows, 1365|With the swallows' fluttering wings, 1365|Out of the darkness of the cedar-tree hollows, 1365|Singing in the green boughs the good old lullaby, 1365|As they built their little nests and dreamed soft sleep in the leaves, 1365|I dreamed, in the valley darkening, of the little white 1365|wings, 1365|The little white fluttering wings. 1365|Then came a great bird with the swiftest wing-beats 1365|The wind blew out the lamps in the inn. 1365|And, with one call to my friends in the green boughs, 1365|The great bird flying was gone. 1365|They gathered in a swarm in the little village. 1365|The fire flamed, but no green leaf fell. 1365|For now when we would come in the night to the little village, 1365|We were afraid, when the lamp-light died. 1365|For there we sat in the lighted door at the fire side, 1365|And we laughed and we murmured in the dark. 1365|But now it was shut. We stood up in the darkness where it was. 1365|And the wind began to howl a cry of despair. 1365|The little village, far away, 1365|Is silent, it seems, as he goes. 1365|It is as if the world held no ear 1365|To what the road-side he hears. 1365|It is as if the road ceased to be 1365|To be a ghost, and vanish away. 1365|It is as if the road could never bring, 1365|And never hear, again that day, 1365|Those words so dreadful, and so faint and low, 1365|And so bitter of uncertain tone: 1365|"It is my sister, and I will die." 1365|"It is my sister, and I shall die. 1365|"Let not the darkness blind thee so! 1365|"But thou, who lingerest in the shadow ======================================== SAMPLE 1770 ======================================== 22374|What's yer thought to be, 22374|That me and mine won't know? 22374|My father's out, 22374|The man that he'd been 22374|W'y, I wish that I was. 22374|And I wouldn't care an e't 22374|If he wasn't. 22374|I'd stand on my head, 22374|And say, "If I didn't know, 22374|I'd think that I could walk: 22374|I'd think that I could 22374|I wish that I was." 22374|A man is in the street who does not say, "You're old and fat," 22374|And is never at home who says very few things to me. 22374|I'm always at home when 'e says "Yes" and "No." 22374|A man is in the street who says, "I'm happy," and then goes on, 22374|"I wouldn't have _something_," and he never can remember what. 22374|But this man does not know a word about aught, and never can tell 22374|A man is in the street who doesn't answer him when he says "Yes," 22374|And then, when _I_ say "Thank ye," and then, when he says "No," 22374|He never can remember the word again. 22374|I've seen two beggars walk to market side. 22374|One was old and had lost his socks and drawers too. 22374|He had on puffy trousers and a blue blouse, 22374|And a pair of old hunting boots on his feet; 22374|His drawers were full of anything you want, 22374|His socks full of "mattresses," and "pulleys," and "pins," 22374|And "bulging britches full of straw and hay." 22374|The pugilist made his game with three or four, 22374|And now he is gone and so is "Tobacs" three; 22374|And "Little Jim," the mouser, is lying dead; 22374|The boy on the top of a broken wain. 22374|So the pugilist can take the game, and 22374|His game can take the pugilist by storm, 22374|And one night from the market way, 22374|With a rowdy and a rowdy and a rowdy, 22374|It's "It's time to be home to tea!" 22374|I have seen two beggars walk from Crib 22374|To the market-place one day. 22374|The beggar said, "I wander wide and lonely, 22374|I envy you and all your walks, 22374|For your views are all in the West! 22374|When you've to cross to the other side, 22374|You can leave your work and pay no heed! 22374|At the turnpike stand you can pull from the road 22374|All the cars you want there, with wheels all set! 22374|It's a very good road you know!" 22374|But a cab pulled up beside him and said, 22374|"Don't go that way, you mustn't, I say!" 22374|And the beggar said, "I don't need no help!" 22374|Then the cabman took him by his coat-tail, 22374|And he drove the cab off him like gangway forties. 22374|"The roads of the West are all in the West!" 22374|The cuss did not laugh! 22374|But the cabman said, "I never will!" 22374|And he laughed and laughed away the anger, 22374|And put the car in a box and buried it in the sea. 22374|And the cuss thought he "was doing his duty," 22374|And bowed down to his foot and cried, "Mother!" 22374|So the cabman went out and the crows did call 22374|"Mother, what is the matter?" 22374|An old woman came and she had a scolding 22374|And said, "Old, old, old woman, what's become of you?" 22374|And the old woman said, "I've taken the job of the man toil!" 22374|And the cabman thought of the good his father had been 22374|Saying to the young man at home, "Don't be ======================================== SAMPLE 1780 ======================================== 27221|To the bright eyes of youth, with smiles unspotted, 27221|Inflamed the young blood's ardent vespers, 27221|Inflamed the young blood's ardent vespers; 27221|And the youthful spirits, quick as shaft, 27221|With lightning-flash, at the bright eyes' malice, 27221|With lightning-flash, at the bright eyes' malice! 27221|But vainly did the youthful spirits chase 27221|The blushes, the lights, and the shadows; 27221|No more their youthful beauties they bequeathed 27221|To the black air, the dark air, obscure, 27221|To the black air, the dark air, obscure! 27221|Inhabited now the haunts of ghosts, 27221|Inhabited the cabins of ghastly ghosts, 27221|Inhabited the cabins of ghastly ghosts. 27221|'Twas midnight midnight! the moon, by night 27221|Now, full, shone o'er the silent land; 27221|Now, full, shone o'er the silent land; 27221|And, 'midst the darkening sea, the bard, 27221|With the dim sea and glowing star, 27221|Watched with a silent delight 27221|The nimble billow of the deep. 27221|'Twas midnight midnight! the moon, by night, 27221|Now, full, shone o'er the silent land; 27221|Now, full, shone o'er the silent land; 27221|And, 'midst the darkening sea, the bard, 27221|With the bright sea and glowing star, 27221|Watched with a silent delight 27221|The nimble billow of the deep. 27221|To the sweet airs of Morn, 27221|To the purple morn of Spring, 27221|The golden boughs of Autumn we toll, 27221|The red leaf of Season spurning, 27221|O'er mountain, gorge, and streamlet, 27221|From shore to shore we sound the strain, 27221|While Night, her mantle o'er us tossing, 27221|Sheds o'er the landscape her solemn mantle. 27221|See, while we sing, the murmurs of men; 27221|While sunset, and the coming day, 27221|Dreams of the past, and future's, behold! 27221|Spirit of Beauty, deign then to appear! 27221|Show where the human spirit turns to meet 27221|The light of loveliness with rapture glowing! 27221|Hail, then, the radiant hours of Autumn's day! 27221|Hail to you, ye fleeting days and shades! 27221|While the green elm's deep shade is twinkling 27221|Along the river's winding margin low; 27221|While the wild grape's blood-red lurid head 27221|Is sprinkled o'er the craggy cliff's base, 27221|And the waggons' echoes thunder down the glades! 27221|Hail, ye happy Hours, whose fate is sealed! 27221|Ye that with sweet-toned voice declare 27221|The sweet and wholesome virtues of our clime! 27221|Whose magic influence, from heaven to earth, 27221|Conquers alike the wisest sage and sage. 27221|Hail, for thy presence, joyous, gay, and bright, 27221|While a new life your orb imparts around, 27221|The sun, in some retired forecourt, seems 27221|To gaze, perchance, on your placid orb, 27221|And in a lighter breath of thoughts to sing 27221|Your bright name, O Heaven! for all their smiles and tears. 27221|Hail, to thee, dear time of blithe repose! 27221|When, with thy ruddy o'erflowing tide, 27221|The aged year ascends his pilgrimage. 27221|Thy days, O Autumn! are thy balmy rest, 27221|And every want pleases thee in him that knows. 27221|From thy dear hand the grateful apple falls, 27221|Where the pale sprays and blossoms of the spring are. 27221|And Heaven and man alike in every age 27221|To that sweet juice are driven, and thy praise is cried. 27 ======================================== SAMPLE 1790 ======================================== 1030|To get this Act; 1030|It is a vile 1030|And odious thing, 1030|Such a thing should be 1030|For the sake of a man. 1030|My Lords and Madams, 1030|It would be 1030|Of no great good 1030|If it should pass 1030|For the poor of Kent; 1030|In an age of plenty 1030|The poor are still 1030|Hurt by the rich, 1030|And their plighted faith 1030|Is not ever so. 1030|Your Lordship, &c. 1030|So if your Lords 1030|Should by this act be 1030|Turn'd into poor, 1030|And all the good folk 1030|Fall into the hands 1030|Of the great masters, 1030|We would be obliged 1030|To ask leave of the King 1030|That he his kingdom 1030|May not put to grave, 1030|So we are not long 1030|In passing your Lords, &c. 1030|So, Madam, be up, I have nothing yet to say to you; 1030|The day is almost come, and my late late departure 1030|For want of pleasure or company 1030|To Covent-Garden comes back again. 1030|A short time ago you were ill of late, 1030|(Not well, but scarcely so, I guess), 1030|But that I knew you now, is the thing, 1030|That I can't well excuse, 1030|Since I am glad, however short, 1030|That you are up again. 1030|Have you a fault or do you want a law? 1030|I'm sure, it is a fault of mine, 1030|To force me sometimes, at the same time, 1030|To be sober, to give up wine, 1030|To have a conscience and be clean, 1030|Though I can't help it. Oh! what a change, 1030|To have you in the house again! 1030|A bad law's a good one to curb your will, 1030|But a good law's a good thing to keep; 1030|But a bad law's a bad thing to love, 1030|For it may give you pain all the same. 1030|A bad law's a bad thing, it's true, 1030|But I wish I could say as much 1030|As I have now to justify 1030|You when you say you love me too. 1030|I cannot be true to myself 1030|When you do not love me the same; 1030|And I ne'er could be true to thee, 1030|Were I not thine, forsooth, 1030|If I should love thee, my dear, 1030|And not love to be. 1030|We are all like one body; 1030|For, while it gives us joy, 1030|It gives us sorrow too; 1030|For we do hate it, and despise it 1030|Before we get it. 1030|'Tis an ancient maxim, but as true 1030|As that great precept in its nature 1030|Which is, "Let Fate alone preside," 1030|Though often given to it. And then, 1030|As well in man, who of life's affairs 1030|Lies most at ease, if it is unwise, 1030|As in the savage wild beast, when 1030|It first looks on the manger, and when 1030|He comes as a child to Bethlehem, 1030|If the first thing she does when she sees it, 1030|Is to bite it from root and stem; 1030|And the second I can see no cause, 1030|That she fears it, since she will do't to save it, 1030|But yet she will not bite it, as she ought: 1030|Or as a young lion, when he comes 1030|Into the middle of a marsh or quarry, 1030|And sees out all the kennels and burrows, 1030|And the beasts that play in them; then he is sure 1030|'Tis safe to enter, and will quickly tell 1030|Whether 'tis safe or not; if it be safe, 1030|Though the bottom is ======================================== SAMPLE 1800 ======================================== 1855|And that he'd be his own good master 1855|Wherever he went. 1855|He asked no other thing, 1855|He smiled like a boy; 1855|His hands were strong, his heart was good; 1855|He had nought to give. 1855|When first that young lassie wed, 1855|That young lassie and that young ladd 1855|In life's sweet morn, 1855|When first that young lassie wed, 1855|The dew fell heavy and dry; 1855|But there was a flower upon 1855|That young lassie's bridal bier. 1855|The dew fell heavy, the flowers died; 1855|Yet through it all she ever wist; 1855|And there's no flower that ever wist, 1855|But was an answer sweet to her. 1855|We'll never meet again. So run; 1855|We'll never meet again. 1855|We will walk through the valley of tears, 1855|With a little brown shepherd-love, 1855|Whose heart is a little brown rood, 1855|Whose love is a little brown sheep. 1855|We have been apart so long without a word, 1855|In our dreams so far, we have seen no day; 1855|I will weep and I will rejoice, and we will part 1855|By the green valley of tears, and we will meet no more. 1855|The hills have seen us, and the valleys have heard; 1855|The peaks have spoken us; the woods and winds have spoken, 1855|All the voices in the soul of man or maid, 1855|Or a lady of song, or the muse's own lay 1855|Whose soul went noiselessly up when she should be, 1855|Of her own love, how long? When love is a thing 1855|Their voices will tremble and let none speak, 1855|And the hills shall never tremble and know. 1855|A light has fled from the valley of tears, 1855|That night was a storm, and the sea-wind shrieked: 1855|The waves were black, the waves were blue on the shore, 1855|Where we met, O my love, where we met, blind and deaf. 1855|The hills have seen us, the valleys have heard; 1855|They know all the meanings of all the years; 1855|Our love is of the sea, where the rocks are blind, 1855|And our love is of the sea, that has been his own. 1855|Whose love, and whose sea-shot land's, is that fair sun? 1855|Whose hand, o'er an empty desert's purple waste, 1855|Bids the great sea of earth its golden flood renew? 1855|I ask not where he lies and sleep not dim 1855|The golden splendour of the light he shines through now, 1855|Because I know he loves, and that he loves me still. 1855|They said there was death and the grave and death's debt 1855|In her dark eyes, 1855|And she gazed out at the sea as it lay; 1855|She murmured, 'I am the soul of the sea', 1855|And the waves went down, 1855|And the sands of the sea were lightened of hue. 1855|She was the soul of the sea, and the soul of the sea, 1855|And God sat down 1855|Where the golden sands of a thousand years lay, 1855|And a silence fell, 1855|And the sun came up to the waves again, 1855|And the sunset grew dim and faint and bright 1855|Beneath all the lights of the world and the stars. 1855|The hills have seen us, and they hear us now. 1855|She never said 'We love' again, but she slept, 1855|And the sands of the sea, 1855|And the hearts of the sands of the sea were light. 1855|Whose hand, o'er an empty desert's purple waste, 1855|Shines out at last? 1855|The waves of the sea are lightened of hue. 1855|Who shall go down by that sea still, for ever? 1855|The waves have heard, through all the wandering years, 18 ======================================== SAMPLE 1810 ======================================== 13649|And the children and the maids 13649|Are in a state of joyful wonderment! 13649|Ah yes! they know the tale! It is told 13649|By the boys and girls, 13649|From the nursery-room 13649|In the morning-chime: 13649|They'll know in a few years' time. 13649|Oh, say not you're a sinner! 13649|I'll have a good-bye to that! 13649|They've a little garden plot; 13649|Here's a rose to kiss or tear, 13649|And this one's all that I need 13649|To make my heart and head heat; 13649|Then come, and prance and pare, 13649|Here's a bag of prattle, you shall hear! 13649|How happy my dear! 13649|And here's your little book, 13649|So dusty and heavy it's dust? 13649|Now, do you know 13649|That if this book 13649|Was worth 13649|(Tho' it was not bound in leather), 13649|You, like me, 13649|Should have seen 13649|For the first time on this earth 13649|A lady with a baby-boy? 13649|I should be a happy rhymster, if I'd but read the poet. 13649|And he's a poet, I'm certain, with the very best taste in poetry 13649|"Come back! Come back! and come quick; it is late." 13649|Who can escape the watchful eye of fate? 13649|With every step that I've moved I'm a _little_ late. 13649|The feet of a horse that is running are not more sure than my foot_. 13649|And here's my little book,--the day's a blank; 13649|It might happen that way to any day. 13649|I'll just write on the ground "This is a little past." 13649|And I'll write "This is a little past,"--there, you see. 13649|Who ever has read a book would say, "The author surely has done it." 13649|And the fact that some children think it a sin 13649|Not to know the name of the story or the world is shown in 13649|When they don't want to know it. 13649|You think that people are not aware of the name 13649|Of the story or the story? Then you are right. 13649|'Mong men and nations I was called the King who killed it, 13649|The Priest that slew it. 13649|I've a little poem on the same subject; 13649|There's a thing of my poems all over the country! 13649|And there's a thing of my poems all over the world! 13649|They call me a fool 13649|For sitting down at home and waiting; 13649|But my books--my books, they _are_ the only things 13649|For which I _do_ deserve the name that I give. 13649|I have learned that the human mind is full 13649|Of things of a wondrous and enchanter-like kind, 13649|And that, like an enchanter, I have slain 13649|A woman who would not _have_ to die. 13649|I have learned that I _do_ deserve my name, 13649|And if I've been a bad enchanter, why, 13649|I have lived _once_ upon the greenwood scene, 13649|And lived _thus_, among the wild and green; 13649|_This_ is the reason,--which is not the least 13649|Of what _I've done_; and this _is_ the more to say, 13649|That,--when I _die_, I'm not the last of my race. 13649|And, dear friend, _it's_ plain what has _fallen into_: 13649|That, when a writer has done _something_,--even now,--_it_ is 13649|Not a thing that has a sound to restore. 13649|The truth about the dead is a little bit sad to say: 13649|There is nothing, save a name, to give the dead a rest: 13649|The thing that will live forever will not know its own name, 13649|And the thing that has made everything and anything cry ======================================== SAMPLE 1820 ======================================== 24897|Of its own lustre, and its own light. 24894|The old, old story, which will never die, 24894|When each year anew remembers how 24894|It was told, but still untold the truth, 24894|When it came, in its full force, to all men's ears. 24894|Yet how much is known, and how much is hid, 24894|At winter's end, when men forget themselves, 24894|And when, in winter, in the summer sun, 24894|Their hearts are heavy with the weight of grief. 24894|Yet in the summer heat, and in the summer sun, 24894|Our hearts, though lighter, are no lighter; 24894|And when our eyes are heavy in their dreams, 24894|And we no longer in our youth remember. 24894|But thou, for whom all summer's smiles are dead, 24894|For whom the old, old story is a thing 24894|Of which we no longer are told the part. 24894|The youth is gone, and he hath been consigned 24894|To the first task which all young men must play,-- 24894|To lead men to their destiny. 24894|And the old, old tale, of the summer days, 24894|And the old, old song, of the youth gone by, 24894|Will be told by each new day, by each hour, 24894|When we no longer in our hearts may dwell. 24894|Then may he, who hath been with us, remember, 24894|And still remember those fair days; 24894|And our hearts be lighter when we say 24894|To old and young, the new youth shall be 24894|His oracle, or better yet 24894|The old, old story, which we no longer hear. 24894|When youth and peace are gone, 24894|And a new star in its sky 24894|Of a soul shall shine; 24894|O'er a land once more I'll roam, 24894|In sorrow and in sadness bent; 24894|But I'll not pine for air 24894|Nor for the earth, for which in youth we mourned. 24894|The youth is gone, and his path is bleak; 24894|He cannot see the land where we went; 24894|And, in his absence, a new life befalls 24894|The young men as they travel the plain. 24894|And they can hear the torrent roar, 24894|And the wind of autumn howl around. 24894|But I'll not pine for air, 24894|Nor the earth, for which in youth we mourned. 24894|The flower of childhood's hour is dead, 24894|And the fair flower of youth is nigh. 24894|Now comes the young man from the far-off skies, 24894|And he'll bring the flowers again. 24894|To be with the young children 24894|Of the fields in the morning 24894|Shall be all I desire, 24894|As my love has led me, 24894|And its voice hath soothed me, 24894|And its breath hath soothed me, 24894|That the flowers of hope be near me, 24894|And the gladness of my land. 24894|The youth is gone, and his path is dim; 24894|No one now follows, no one knows: 24894|But to the fair young children, 24894|They shall guide me, if I fall. 24894|They'll look with delight on my despair, 24894|They'll smile and greet me with greeting, 24894|And they say they see that to me 24894|My life hath naught but good orison. 24894|When youth and peace are gone, 24894|And the new Star on the hill, 24894|Like a bright smile in my heart's-blood 24894|Shall be blent with the valley. 24894|I'll wander forth and wander forth, 24894|To that land where dwells the brave, 24894|And where no stormy summer hides 2489 ======================================== SAMPLE 1830 ======================================== 30332|She came to the place where the temple stood, 30332|And there she found a crowd of fairies there, 30332|Who came to offer gifts beneath the tree 30332|Of that enchanted woman. The white boys 30332|Had flowers of wonder, the fairies' gifts 30332|Were lilies, and some had painted things, 30332|And some were seated upon purple beds, 30332|And all in a row were fairies all, 30332|Crowning themselves, and their laughter rang 30332|From the pure flowers underneath that tree. 30332|But from the midst there came a great white cloud 30332|With many wings; the clouds had grown so white 30332|They seemed of water; and no man saw 30332|Save that which lay on the green hillside 30332|Through the blue sea of the air. "Ah, God!" 30332|The king heard them, "and they would keep 30332|For some great evil the white clouds did. 30332|For we, forsooth, must have a mighty end; 30332|We give them all to them!" 30332|Then a great flood 30332|Rushed out of the clouds towards him down, 30332|And all the clouds were torn by it out; 30332|And therewithal came a great tumult of songs-- 30332|There was a great river rushing by, 30332|A mighty river, that the kings might hear. 30332|But the great river, with the great waves breaking, 30332|Broke up into many little rivers, 30332|And the little rivers rose up in their stead, 30332|And filled the earth, and there they slept awhile, 30332|Alone of all in the land of the twain. 30332|But when a great flood 30332|Rushed through the valley, and the strong white king 30332|Trembled in fear, and quaked and quaked again, 30332|And there amid his dreams did he awake, 30332|And heard the sound of his own name chanted; 30332|Then all his heart melted in his throat, 30332|As with a great thrill he awoke, 30332|And thought, "What doth this mean? what must be done 30332|To bring the God to this world of men 30332|And this wild land of fairy people?" 30332|So turning from the white, proud city 30332|He wandered on, and on, and on, 30332|Through the dark streets of the old city, 30332|Until at last his vision seemed 30332|To be caught by some far, windy hill, 30332|And then he knew the place, and was lost, 30332|And walked in a new strange world alone. 30332|But presently he saw the city 30332|Waving out into the night, 30332|And the very walls of it were fair, 30332|Like clouds, for it was so still and white; 30332|And at the golden top of the tall gate 30332|He stood, and lo! there lay a crowd 30332|Of women, in their veil's and bands, 30332|And of the white and green-gleaming bands 30332|Blue, yellow, green; nor did he think 30332|That by some unseen thing the folk 30332|Had been invited to this feast. 30332|Yet had he heard strange music, and seen white-wool wrappings, 30332|And the pale-faced maidens singing, and bright-eyed boys 30332|All laughing, together, and at rest; 30332|And with her face against the blue wall 30332|At last an old man spake, "Now, now, man, 30332|The maiden must have a man asleep 30332|Who she may kiss with all her might, 30332|And let me have all my dues that day; 30332|Or else I'll take all I am due, 30332|And take no more, and kiss the king no more." 30332|Then said the king, "That makes no difference, I trow; 30332|As long as ye consent to it I'll do't; 30332|But now I pray thee tell me the reason 30332|As I have looked aforetime in my book." 30332|And the old man spake to him, "It is said 30332|That there was once in this place once more 30332|The ======================================== SAMPLE 1840 ======================================== 5185|And the wind of the North Wind came o'er, 5185|Came with the breath of the North-wind 5185|O'er the waters thickly straining. 5185|Thereupon the hero young Lemminkainen 5185|Threw his net across the water, 5185|O'er the water faint the fisherman 5185|Took the net of Lempoilleuté, 5185|In he laid it near the water, 5185|Laid the limbs inside the net; 5185|There he kept him fast for nine days, 5185|And the tenth day found the fisher 5185|Saw the net no longer fitful, 5185|Saw it fit for nothing then, 5185|Could not fish his food in safety 5185|From the loom of Noahu-sli. 5185|Then the hero, Lemminkainen, 5185|Handsome hero, Kaukomieli, 5185|Spake these words in supplication: 5185|"Ukko, thou O Gods above me, 5185|Thou the Father of the Heavens, 5185|Thou the father of the heroes, 5185|Open now the net for me, 5185|Open the net for Ilmarinen 5185|To his father's will lead him, 5185|Lead him to his cheering walls, 5185|Leader of his people be he, 5185|To his father's fatherland, 5185|There to learn the melodies 5185|And the Hya-son's songs delight him, 5185|Songs of war and songs of peace. 5185|Let him journey Northward wandering, 5185|Let him journey thence a third way 5185|To the ancient home of Wirokun, 5185|To his mother's ancient tower-home, 5185|There to learn the songs of mystery, 5185|Legends of his paternal home. 5185|"Should these measures prove inadequate, 5185|Others may try these renditions; 5185|Others may extend the hypothetical draught; 5185|Should these measures prove inadequate, 5185|Some one else will suffice for me; 5185|I will make him rich in magic, 5185|I will give him great Ilmarinen. 5185|I will make him wise and craftsman, 5185|I will give him knowledge rare and wondrous. 5185|Him who drew the curtains from the chamber, 5185|Whom the curtains made to tremble, 5185|Was avengeant deed unworthy 5185|Of the blacksmith, Ilmarinen. 5185|O'er the vessel rose the smoke-wreath, 5185|To the waists of nine the flame extended, 5185|To the head of Ilmarinen, 5185|Sparks leapt up to heaven from the furnace, 5185|Fire from the smith issuing brightened, 5185|And from Ilmarinen's eyes shone 5185|Many a time the star of Havanna, 5185|Flashed across the blue-back of heaven. 5185|When the fiery sparks had vanished, 5185|When the fiery stokes had ceased their thunder, 5185|Then the hero, Lemminkainen, 5185|Sang one day and then a second, 5185|Sang the third day as well as he, 5185|And again, and yet again, 5185|Sang the hero, skilled and willing, 5185|When the sun was shining over, 5185|Sun-kissed day of happy singing, 5185|When the sky was fair and cloudless. 5185|Then the minstrel, Lemminkainen, 5185|From his ample stores of magic, 5185|Made the following answer judgment. 5185|"Now, my merry brothers, focus 5185|Your attention in this direction, 5185|Draw your blades from out your holders, 5185|Let us test our war-axes in safety, 5185|On this day our most fatal peril, 5185|If the knife, with fatal point impending, 5185|Should be permitted to harm you not, 5185|Or the hatchet turn your figures upside-down." 5185|Then away they all directed 5185|To their war-poles and mangers; 5185|But the knife was left unguarded, 5185|And ======================================== SAMPLE 1850 ======================================== 25340|"What is that which I saw last night?" 25340|"The clouds are there--and so are you. 25340|"How did it pass?" with all the air 25340|Of that sweet, dimly starry eve. 25340|"What did you do with that fair head 25340|While I stood here, by that bright lake?" 25340|She answered; and the same cold brow 25340|Which had so much perplexed my soul, 25340|Had now a look which did not brook-- 25340|"And I was happy?"--"Nay, not so: 25340|"I lost, perhaps--and lost alone." 25340|"But when I went to bed, you told 25340|What I should do, and how, 25340|And when I woke to breathe, still sad, 25340|I saw my love the same."--"Nay, none 25340|Like you--and that I did not dream." 25340|"Then it must a truth be!" "Nay, nay." 25340|"Then it must be true, at least to all!" 25340|He rose--and turned his eye upon me; 25340|I knew his heart, and knew his woe. 25340|I left the room; and yet I saw 25340|His gloomy eyes were soft and full-- 25340|"Come with me, Love--come with me, Love!" 25340|And then he turned, and, like a child 25340|I followed in his wake. 25340|The night is dark and dreary when Love's heart is desolate 25340|As he o'er the hill-tops rolls his lonely sorrowing way. 25340|Yet when the day has ceased its stream of soft light and heat, 25340|Love may smile on him and look upon him as he lies. 25340|His own light is a flame with which, when he may see 25340|He will not be old and dark, but in a brighter sphere 25340|Rise to his call, a Godlike child in the world to be. 25340|And when I die, I'll go where Love shall not molest, 25340|Where my spirit shall be blest in realms as purer; 25340|Where no foe shall ever try my soul with insult, 25340|Nor my name be printed on a tomb whose marble shows. 25340|I'll find the fountain as the mountain-water run-- 25340|Not any shade of sin can dwell there,--no, not any! 25340|I'll find the holy calm beneath the sacred shade, 25340|And that too for life--the spirit that is nought. 25340|All is a shame--the world is only a lie -- 25340|I'll lose myself in God's immortal majesty; 25340|Heaven and earth and all that men have ever known 25340|Shall have a secret in that soul that is not earth. 25340|Love is no more--I shall not breathe that name; 25340|No more shall men with sighs and vows repeat 25340|The breath of sighs that lover's soul would trace; 25340|Oh, I will keep thee more, my faithful dove! 25340|All that I thought and dreamed thou wert not meant for-- 25340|My heart would find thy spirit far too far. 25340|I may not see that orb where all is day, 25340|Or hear the angels' hymns in their bright choirs, 25340|I may not touch with earthly breath her dew, 25340|Or know the kiss of her that I shall love no more. 25340|My heart is sick with sorrow--I know not when, 25340|But every day, till earth grow dim and old, 25340|My heart is filled with sighs and broken vows, 25340|And all thy kisses are but as kiss of pain. 25340|Oh, come to the wild wood, and let me rest 25340|By a proud tree's green side upon the stream; 25340|Then let the wild wind steal upon the sea, 25340|And whisper in my ear those bitter moans 25340|That were not born in my soul, but thou wouldst be-- 25340|The life I have striven to win thee from the dust. 25340|And then--to me, sweet Love, let my heart rejoice, 25340|And learn to love thy soul as mine the dust: ======================================== SAMPLE 1860 ======================================== 1004|For it is never unripe which it has held. 1004|There is no noise, no murmur, whatever, 1004|In this place, and yet a stillness there is 1004|Which is not around; and in a space 1004|More conspicuous 'twill make itself, where 1004|It meets a circle in the heaven, 1004|Where all things move, if they be not too sound. 1004|From what I hear of dwells it safely free 1004|Within this mountain, which seems to have 1004|For floor, since not far distant from itself, 1004|The granary of the high-built vault." 1004|And as he said, he showed a place in view 1004|In such sort, that the eye might follow there; 1004|And near that point stood the corslet round 1004|Wherein the dragon of Ignorance was stowed 1004|The spoils of his principal enemy. 1004|"O thou who showest forth so wonderful great 1004|And ample every one striking with disdain," 1004|The poet said, "who seest one beast left, 1004|And takest another from me to fly, 1004|And when thou seest me returned again, 1004|Call to mind from whence these things have been, 1004|Whom God hated sorely in his former life. 1004|Call to mind from whence thou didst away 1004|The Martyr, and didst cast the Holy Spirit, 1004|Because of mortal passion dowered so much; 1004|For if the holy nature of the man 1004|That was sanctified by thee was neglected, 1004|How may the purer spirits, theirs already cleansed, 1004|Return not to their Maker so diswhoved? 1004|Thus calling unto mind your former lapses, 1004|And that while power was given to each to cheat 1004|The Holy God, do thou again remind them 1004|Of their first negligence, so that pity 1004|May be moved to give them hold on truth more strong." 1004|"Ravenna, Florence, Trent and Frankfort, 1004|Each century returns the beast again, 1004|Nor is it otherwise with souls when they 1004|From evil unto good draw their allowance; 1004|Nor is it otherwise with bones than with a string 1004|When taken in great numbers to the music. 1004|Only by the grace of God is it prevented 1004|That from these dulcies the souls may be freed, 1004|So that each memory may go with it as sound, 1004|As each vibrates on the finger of the death. 1004|But if perchance thou doubt, remember just now 1004|How I was with the living gods transported, 1004|When Jove, Hyperion, and the twin sisters 1004|Dismiss'd them from above, so that they landed 1004|Here on earth by which the Universal 1004|Imp of all the universe is impregned. 1004|With these I took the head of that cold rock 1004|Which at the left hand is the ascent of this; 1004|And set it to my lips, even as he did 1004|Who gave the royalty under whose banner 1004|The Romans were reigning, and for which 1004|Three thousand years and more the republic 1004|Has not been by people or by people slain. 1004|He who purges the world before its time 1004|Must have the labour applied to him; 1004|Nor is it from the goodness of the world 1004|That it comes to pass that he purify; 1004|But it has mercy only, seeing that God 1004|By grace enjoins it, even as thou dost now. 1004|He whom the vision of the soul doth portray 1004|Comes not to our blindness, but our inward 1004|Grace that unto us it may reveal itself. 1004|Now know that of the gates of Hell a magistrate 1004|Is vested, and a just one, I believe, 1004|With the power to shut them against the mare. 1004|And he must make piteous see the crime that is 1004|Based on his own sin, and unto him 1004|Must the restitution be divided. 1004|If he retain the guilt of everlastingly 1004|Upon his ======================================== SAMPLE 1870 ======================================== 14757|We've watched her down to earth below; 14757|I hear the sound of her voice, 14757|Her hands and feet and mouth. 14757|"I've been to the next circle 14757|By my country's right, 14757|You are mine again. All is well with you. 14757|"I'll never fight you yet, 14757|For the sake of a man, 14757|But you shall pay dearly; 14757|Go up with the other. 14757|"I know you well." 14757|"I'll never fight you yet." 14757|"I shall do it then. 14757|You shall pay dearly; 14757|Go up with the other. 14757|"I need no weapon. 14757|I'm going with you." 14757|"You shall fight me. 14757|But if you should fall, 14757|I shall miss you here. 14757|"I need no weapons." 14757|So he gave her his hand, 14757|They took horse, they rode away. 14757|But the old widow sat 14757|In the cold ashes of the dawn; 14757|They rode in the woods so far. 14757|By the creek in the moonless gray; 14757|By the swing in the trees above, 14757|And the birds' low, sweet melody, 14757|And the flowers' white stars that slept 14757|Under heaven's cloak of blue. 14757|She was old, and her face was white, 14757|Her voice was low and frail and clear; 14757|"We shall be brave," she said. 14757|By the swing in the trees above 14757|They came to where the light lay dim 14757|Like a white ghost shining through; 14757|And they saw the creek, and heard it flow 14757|Cold and quietly away. 14757|They climbed the creek and they saw it go 14757|Faster than ever men had been 14757|'Twixt the dawn and the eve; 14757|And the light on the hills was dying, 14757|And the creek, like a boat that floats, 14757|Sang by the swing in the trees. 14757|They saw the light. The old widow 14757|Stared at it from the dead tree crown. 14757|"We shall go up," they said: their feet 14757|Came down to the creek, and down, and then 14757|Came again to the light; and then 14757|Somewhere the light was dying 14757|And fading far behind, 14757|Far down, like a boat that floats. 14757|In the town of Beversam, 14757|Down the road to Bolesberry, 14757|Buses lay packed in rack; 14757|Waiting-women in black, 14757|Waiting women in crimson: 14757|Buses from the town of Beversam, 14757|Dripping under the moon. 14757|Down the road to Bolesberry, 14757|Rushing down its cobbles: 14757|Winding up the stumps of cobblestones, 14757|Swift and silent as a saw. 14757|Buses from the town of Beversam, 14757|Stiff as a saw in a stone-age, 14757|Stiff as a saw in a stone-age, 14757|Stiff as a saw in a stone-age: 14757|Hauling, hurrying at a go, 14757|Till they came to the O. E. bridge, 14757|Over the river to Bolesberry, 14757|Where the ruts are deep and narrow, 14757|Stuck in the clay so tight that 14757|It is not safe for man to cross. 14757|The river is cut deep into rock: 14757|One could cross a maul to the other 14757|With but little under an oar. 14757|A stranger walked up the hill-side, 14757|Tired and hot, to pray at night; 14757|The bells were all hung on the door: 14757|He prayed in Aram, loud and clear, 14757|But he prayed without the gate. 14757|He walked up the hill-side; 14757|He did not mind the latch; 14757|He prayed in Aram, loud ======================================== SAMPLE 1880 ======================================== 20586|When the day's ended the world is so gay, 20586|It cannot hold me!" 20586|Then she took up her crook, and she said: 20586|"I can give you something; 20586|I was a nurse, and I can give you something 20586|That will make the baby laugh." 20586|Then he took up his crook, and he said: 20586|"I can give you something, indeed, 20586|But I do not make nurses; I am one 20586|Who went away." 20586|All the cows in the valley 20586|Cried to the Moon, 20586|And they said, "O, make her 20586|A little bigger! 20586|She has always been so very big, 20586|That, if you but held her straight and tall, 20586|She might beat all the pussies on the street. 20586|O, do not give her to me; 20586|I could eat them right through!" 20586|But the Dog-star replied, 20586|"No, do not! for if you did, my dear, 20586|You might please the Mother-glory round about; 20586|For she sometimes changes into a bull, 20586|And fights with the cattle, 20586|Wherefore you should keep her small." 20586|She was very small, 20586|Till a little way 20586|A large cow was born there, 20586|To keep away her foes. 20586|They went to pasture, 20586|Down in the meadow, 20586|They sat upon the hillside, 20586|Till the day was done. 20586|She carried a crook, 20586|And said, "Can this be I, 20586|That has come here to play?" 20586|The little brown owl stood by, and said, "Nay! not so! 20586|Why, 'tis but a little owl indeed, I fear! 20586|Is it you?--the wise owl that weeps at night? 20586|It is but you!"--and vanished and was gone! 20586|A Child's Prayer in a Garden 20586|A little child, innocent and wise, 20586|Sang in the garden, 20586|Over a bit of blue-grass path: 20586|"Oh, I love the blue-bells of the spring; 20586|And I love to watch them as they come; 20586|Loving the blue-bells of the spring; 20586|Loving the blue-bells of the spring, 20586|When they peep, with a sudden sound, 20586|Down from the yonder hazel bough. 20586|"Loving the blue-bells of the spring; 20586|They are bright, indeed, more bright 20586|Than the sun in heaven descends; 20586|Loving the blue-bells of the spring; 20586|Loving the blue-bells of the spring, 20586|When they twinkle on the eaves, 20586|Ablaze in the eastern skies. 20586|"Dearest Father, send thy love; 20586|Let me go hence and far; 20586|Let me never more behold 20586|The blue-bells of the spring; 20586|And so, my dearest, I can go 20586|To thee, and sing as I have sung, 20586|From the first hour that thou art true." 20586|The Child, who listened to the song, 20586|Sang thus--in tones that had a wild 20586|Softness of sadness and delight; 20586|And his harp, that in so ordinary wise 20586|Reading seemed to answer every word, 20586|As he softly flowed from foot to mouth, 20586|All soft and silver in a mist of song, 20586|Touched with tones of passion, grief, and fear. 20586|When the Child came, the darkness passed; 20586|And the dawn, with freshness and with light, 20586|Blossomed over Rome; and, wandering in 20586|The Garden, he heard Spring's flowers appear. 20586|The old Man's smile 20586|Struck on him like a sudden lightning: 20586|And the first flowers that in a row 20586|Blossomed on his marble garden ======================================== SAMPLE 1890 ======================================== 1003|And after, 'O ye three, of whom it behoves 1003|That I make trial, if it please you that I 1003|Remember him whom Thomas the taster was,' 1003|I said, 'the loiterer, and he who took in 1003|The pool, by impulse of his nature possessed, 1003|When he the mountain was which makes the rain 1003|Dauntless, and he who in the merry season came 1003|Up through the valley, but now is lost: 1003|For as I saw him ere he rose upon him, 1003|Attentive to his feet, I said, 'He goes 1003|A little impeded, beatific sign!' 1003|Whereat those three, despite their armour bright, 1003|Drew near unto me, and from them I turn'd. 1003|When I was within the imperial hall 1003|Mount Puer, where the BaptISmas store is, 1003|E'en as a mouse some perler 'scorpion' draws 1003|Overawed with the biting nettles, I 1003|Held near the portal, whereat a spirit drew 1003|Me up, and held me down with this exerti 1003|And this dominion, until he civilly 1003|Instructed that upward went no further route." 1003|No sooner to my view the higher space 1003|There came a motion resembling a dream, 1003|Than of going up therefrom I was become 1003|Associate, but from his own eyes I saw 1003|The sun transverse in the sign which is stretched 1003|In the sign of Aquarius reviving, 1003|And in the sign of Tarje now sinking. 1003|"Now when Cecilia was in this paradise 1003|Maternal, her knowing offspring, it happened 1003|That she from her own cognizance, so far 1003|As ap Roy he bought the higher price, drew him 1003|Therefrom, who gave her the church treasure now. 1003|And such deserts she in later times repent! 1003|Forese, che sa ma piede e giovine 1003|Senno, che l'amor morte di mannu, 1003|Che mancer mannisi ben trova maggior." 1003|This legend of the church is purely interpolated; the passages cited 1003|are from Tertius Horatii Piso, Vesulus' lieutenant. He was 1003|not an admirer of Horatius, but regarded as a mere critic 1003|of the poet. It may be added that, in the former Poem, 1003|after the description of the church enclosed in the previous Canto, 1003|"The rest, to keep it in mind, went up from town, 1003|And for their portion fell in order ranged 1003|Before this one before the other to witness, 1003|And asked, 'andro quando alcanzo cui nel ciel?' 1003|And he who most impeded them, saying, 'Sordello, 1003|Can this be John the elder, or is it Basil? 1003|Ah me! it seems to me I ne'er saw such another!' 1003|A little after this came one, with so great kindness, 1003|That all the others looked with joy on him; 1003|And he who was most slow in coming and going said, 1003|'I see that thou hast reconciled the brethren, 1003|Which to dispart them others divided were; 1003|And now returnest to your cells, for he who is reunited 1003|Shall be like Abraham, who with David sold 1003|The region of the James from the riverPillar of 1003|To the sea; and in his herd on that land did dwell, 1003|And over those Jebus did the heathen fight.' 1003|And I to him, 'If thou be able Titonello thou 1003|Answer me questions, gladly would I give 1003|For my deliverance with thy discourse, 1003|And for the cloister that is now vacant 1003|Which for thy brother was so bitter in making, 1003|As it were not to be borne by them that are 1003|Sister and brother.' And one of them, early 1003|In morning, early in the afternoon, 1003 ======================================== SAMPLE 1900 ======================================== 38520|Till the last spark of life is fled; 38520|I am tired, for I have waited long, 38520|And I must rest ere my troubles fly 38520|Again,--for I am old; 38520|And, while I sit here in the twilight gray, 38520|I am sure they lie 38520|Who tell the world there is a heaven above, 38520|Where men may dwell in ease, 38520|And a thousand saints attend to their prayers. 38520|O thou who in the pomps of youth didst grow, 38520|And wear the robes of death, 38520|Who in the eyes of love didst dwell,-- 38520|Though I no more than thy faithful shade wear! 38520|My Father! while the years grow long, 38520|Let not their long-inured stay 38520|In empty seats thy saints of old 38520|At morn and evening dim, 38520|In church and aisle, in pew and aisle; 38520|But bid thy faithful ones repair 38520|To this once holy place; 38520|And to their minds to think on the dead 38520|Let all the woes of life repair, 38520|Where the wise soul does never sleep; 38520|And let the sick-head ever burn 38520|With sorrow and remorse for man; 38520|Let every sick-brain have a share 38520|With calm and mannish zeal; 38520|For life is but an unthriftal fire, 38520|And death is only covetousness; 38520|And what God grants, if His own hand grasps 38520|Its all-in-all, his will shall have all. 38520|O thou who knowest that life is best, 38520|Whose bosom's only desire 38520|Is for the soul to live and breathe 38520|In peace, not in an agony, 38520|And, when that peace is not possessed 38520|By thee,--by that! make it yours; 38520|Let every longing of the soul 38520|Be in thy soul made whole, 38520|And all the wounds of spirit and soul 38520|Of body and frame bereft; 38520|Thy peace not vainly; for that peace 38520|Can never be sought with grief, 38520|But only won and gained at cost 38520|Of peace and hope of more good. 38520|O thou for whom the earth, and stars, and moon 38520|Bear witness with a piteous pang 38520|That thy soul's sweetest song is sung 38520|More piteously here than in the sky; 38520|O soul of him who passed so long ago 38520|Through the fire-shaking gate of Time, 38520|In whom the present and past alike 38520|For ever lie a-deep in sleep! 38520|Who wast a good girl-nyght; 38520|She had a tongue that ran 38520|Like a lady's in the North, 38520|Or something of that sort;-- 38520|She had a soul's soft fire, 38520|And a soul's fierce sense o' hell; 38520|She was all pure English sense, 38520|And very good, perhaps; 38520|And, in my humble thoughts, 38520|I see her with a smile, 38520|Or something of that kind, 38520|I hear her name and say, 38520|It seems a good half-stanley, 38520|She had a soft and chaste brow, 38520|Like to a maid's white brow; 38520|It is a dark-blue eye; 38520|And, in my humble thoughts, 38520|I see some quaint, queer half-syllable, 38520|I lean on the pillar there, 38520|Not liking to sit down, 38520|But listening to the bell, 38520|And its murmur, and the cuckoo's call, 38520|And the bird's sad melody; 38520|Though not a man I know, 38520|All with a gentle look 38520|And a little maiden's look, 38520|While she is laughing by my side 38520|Like a girl, and not a maid. 38520|I look on the light cloud 38520|That hangs on her bosom, ======================================== SAMPLE 1910 ======================================== 1304|A fair world for the little finger 1304|To play here, for the little finger! 1304|WHEN I was young, I never was told 1304|How to dress well, etc. 1304|O BID DIVINITY bloom not in rows; 1304|Pray let the night the morning star ascend! 1304|Do not laugh at her or talk o' love and fame; 1304|The love we name is nothing but a name. 1304|HIS birth was in darkness, and his night 1304|Is dark, but the light is God, he IS God. 1304|Then do not cry out for an earthly crown 1304|Since he has made the heavens above and beneath him 1304|One vast eternal paradise of bliss. 1304|WHEN the moon is fair, 1304|And a man hath his will; 1304|When we hear all our birds so merry, 1304|It doth provident glee thrill me through and through. 1304|I'll dreamt a dream this night no dream till day, 1304|In which I saw yon starry maiden shine: 1304|An angel she was, an angel fairer than the rest. 1304|In earthly forms she seemed to glide by me, 1304|And whisper me sweet things that were not heard on earth: 1304|Anon there came a voice, it 'gan seem to me 1304|That she was speaking to me, and with gladness sung: 1304|'From this green spot there 's naught to dote on, 1304|Yet still I'll say 'tis pleasant to be glad, 1304|For all of me thinks of thee, and yet 'tis not thou.' 1304|I waked with the dream at dawn, at noon, and at even; 1304|I woke and found that all things lovely were hers. 1304|And from that hour it is constant in my thought, 1304|That she is lovely, and that she is fair; 1304|Still hath my dream the same infinite theme, 1304|And so I weep not for those other's woe. 1304|WHEN I am grown a man, 1304|Singing to be a soldier bold, 1304|When my task is said and done, 1304|And I have gone to do my bit; 1304|When the prize is won and past-- 1304|Singing then--'Alack and well-a-day!' 1304|Then I muse upon my boyish name-- 1304|And in these times so pleasant it seems 1304|That soldiers seem for boys to sing-- 1304|How that I sang and could not speak. 1304|But when I should have sung and was at ease, 1304|Some fellow walked up to me, and asked: 1304|'Can you not speak,--you were never taught to do a thing? 1304|The soldier's name, or the soldier's fame? 1304|The soldier's name and the soldier's fame? 1304|'And then I sighed, and said I could not speak 1304|The soldiers' names as they had made it out for me: 1304|Singing I could not say--but then I knew 1304|That soldiers did the soldiers' bidding. 1304|'Where are the bells? Where are the bells? 1304|The bells where once you sounded high--high and clear? 1304|The bells I heard--and I know not whence they were: 1304|I only know that you made them sound, 1304|And every word they rang to me-- 1304|Ring and ring--they rang, and rang and rang. 1304|'Where are the bells? Where are the bells 1304|That made the youth of you proud 1304|And made you stand in the front at open order, 1304|A phantom, a man in a dress? 1304|Where are the bells that made you boast 1304|Of blowing your pipes out through the windy day, 1304|When the water ran deep and monied men 1304|Had come to cheer you by your pipes' loud applause? 1304|I only know that you blew--I the beadle, 1304|And I only know 1304|That the boys now say that you blew out your best, 1304|And the water only ran so deep. 1304|I only know that you sang to your pipe of red ======================================== SAMPLE 1920 ======================================== 18238|On the night of the murder, 18238|From the house that the moon made a shadow. 18238|With a cry of despair 18238|By the moon made a sound, 18238|There was a cry in the heavens of the silence and 18238|death 18238|Like the cry of a child that is crying-- 18238|"Come and hold me and do not fear-- 18238|Come and hold me and hold me, 18238|And you shall come too 18238|And come too with your arm of joy, and your voice 18238|Of the song of the birds!" 18238|A voice of the rain 18238|By the tree-roots stirred, 18238|It was the voice of the bird 18238|Whose heart was in the branches. 18238|With words and with hands 18238|By the wind came she, 18238|She was the moon in the tree, and she brought 18238|The wind from the trees and leaves. 18238|The wind was the bird, 18238|The wind of the stars, 18238|She was the tree, and she carried it, 18238|And she said, "Come and hold me and stay!" 18238|She said, "I am the bird 18238|Whose heart is in the tree 18238|Who, when the moon is in the sky, 18238|Lets you bring me his heart of him 18238|And hold you as one comes to his grave!" 18238|And lo!--on the river and tree 18238|The winds came, and the trees bowed to her and whispered, 18238|As to a mother the child. 18238|And o'er the land and o'er the sea 18238|A shadow of darkness lay, 18238|And the voice of the storm and the river and the tree 18238|Came from depths to fill 18238|With song--and they gathered, the wind and the tide and the 18238|The song for the child's heart 18238|Was the song of the trees, 18238|And the song of the winds and the trees and the rain and the 18238|The song, and the tree's song, and the sky's song, 18238|It was life, and it was birth, 18238|And that song was Life, 18238|And all songs are songs, 18238|And the love of life is the song. 18238|In the old hollow in the ground 18238|I know she dreamed of love, 18238|And over and over in her dreams 18238|I heard her sing. 18238|The dew was soft, and the summer sun 18238|Was tender and true; 18238|And the roses of the world were there; 18238|But the song of the wind in her song 18238|Took wing and flew away! 18238|And ever with a sigh, 18238|She went up the empty hollow 18238|And never a word 18238|She spoke, or aught, and never a sign 18238|Came back at all! 18238|They have found her long since, dead or slain, 18238|But the love that led her down the wood 18238|Will guide me too 18238|To the little old hollow, down to you; 18238|I know she will not fear, though she heard me call, 18238|But she looked away 18238|And the wind said, "We have found her." Then we lie 18238|Beside the old hollow tree, and the wind 18238|Cries--"Come, come! 18238|"And the moon has found her, with the leaves, and the grass, 18238|And the rose, too; 18238|But the song of the wind is on the hollow tree, 18238|And the sound of it blown 18238|With my face and hands and hands and eyes 18238|To the door, and the moonlight, and stars; 18238|And we come, and the wind is back again 18238|In the hollow place where it lay, 18238|And the world is the way, and the grass, 18238|And the sky, and the trees, and the grasses, 18238|And the rose, too!" 18238|I will be a songless one, a bird that flies 18238|When twilight's darkness covers all, 18238|But one word at end of ======================================== SAMPLE 1930 ======================================== 941|The life without the love that he knew: 941|It's hard if you live in an hour; 941|They ask, you say: "Can I put you through?" 941|You see me going back with you, 941|And all my work that day is here. 941|Well, it's hard to have no life, I know; 941|But who can blame me if I fight? 941|The war is done, and the victors kneel, 941|As you and I now live our way, 941|And the battle we won is with our sin 941|And it shall be fought again to-day, 941|We'll be standing where there's a sky. 941|When you and I were youths, 941|We dreamed of the skies, 941|Of the clouds above 941|And the stars above the snow. 941|We dreamed of the clouds 941|With golden wings, 941|And the snow, the clouds with gold hair. 941|We dreamed of the snow 941|And snow flakes, 941|And the stars above the snow. 941|And of the stars that shine, 941|Now they are flown 941|And the snow in the valley deep below. 941|To the sky we cling: 941|We see through the leaves 941|To the sky above our heads. 941|We know there are stars 941|Above our heads, 941|So it's hard though we're poor now. 941|There's the sky above: 941|And it's hard with the wind at your back. 941|In the city, when you and I were boys, 941|I remember our life began with the trees. 941|All the branches were bright and the leaves were green, 941|The wind and the snow were always glad at the spring: 941|We could see all the wonders that Nature did, 941|For all of us watched the great world of the trees. 941|But the time came when every little branch was gone, 941|And the blossoms were everywhere; and the snow 941|Made a dull day and a peaceful autumn day: 941|And the wind kept muttering a bitter-worded song: 941|There was no one left but the world of the trees. 941|So we had to learn what was done as it was, 941|And not be glad when they made them all too plain. 941|But the trees were bright and the leaves were green, 941|And life in a leafy forest grew from then, 941|And our memories kept growing with each new year 941|As a mother with children grows old with the sun; 941|So we are here in the world of the trees. 941|There are people who take a great art and turn 941|All the colors you get any day to a gem; 941|Or a rose in the world of the trees would have a power 941|To brighten out the place where old friends have been. 941|But the flowers were bright and the leaves were green, 941|And a woman with little feet in a blue dress 941|Can make the beauty of the flowers we can see 941|To brighten up the place where old friends have been. 941|There are people who take a song and turn 941|The colors you and I have in our heads to a bush, 941|And in the bush of the tree turn every leaf 941|To a bush of flowers; or they'll turn every shade 941|Of the colors into a bush of ferns, or leaves. 941|But some will make the color of a bush of trees 941|In the bush of the tree the manna and the dust; 941|And some'll have the bush of flowers and show what a bush 941|Of the colors is every leaf in the tree made 941|To brighten out the place where old friends have been. 941|What a lovely world our children are making! 941|So long as they're strong and good, 941|We build a little bridge to reach 941|Into the world of life and love! 941|The clouds are white on every hill 941|And the air is still and clean, 941|And through the twilight of the day, 941|When ======================================== SAMPLE 1940 ======================================== 1279|I'll send you ewes and swans on Saturdays, 1279|On holidays, too, we'll jib and jig: 1279|We'll sing the glee o' the Christmas-tide, 1279|We'll laugh and jig at ev'ry toy. 1279|The children and maids with glee shall rove, 1279|O'er bank, woods, and braes, and fields, and streams, 1279|Till ev'ry jocund o'erlabour'd folk 1279|Theirs to our hall a Christmas-carouse. 1279|Awa', ye lasses, sair, for ye're a' woo'd alive, 1279|The child of the land that never maids or fathers saw. 1279|Maids, a'! 1279|The man that never kens the lasses in the gloaming, 1279|The heid, the cloak, the kin, the farm, the byre, 1279|May chance, by rote, to hear us blawing an' whistle, 1279|But all wulln't be nae. 1279|He whiles, by rote, may hear a fellow afeer, 1279|An' think a throu' warld's blithe. 1279|We're a' a nation, 1279|All nae lassie's tramp 1279|Is blithe for lovin', 1279|But we'll be just a wee thing awa! 1279|Sae gentle is the word--the night's gane gray, 1279|An' dim the stars shine bright, 1279|But 'mid their splooryse radnabs an' the gray 1279|There shines a wee thing sae; 1279|For a wee thing will a' win respect, 1279|We whiles will meet--my laddie and his lad, 1279|To a' we'll hae a crack. 1279|Sae gentle is the word, 1279|And the wee thing brings gaisty co't; 1279|For we'll be a wee thing 1279|To a' we'll hae a crack. 1279|O fickle, fickle, fair Sir St. John! 1279|O let her never rue thy grace; 1279|O might she gree ve'reful as thy stream, 1279|Each night a tear ere set to nought! 1279|Ae summer night the wide world thro' 1279|Was gloriously above deck: 1279|The hoary winter smilin' cold, 1279|And the kye lay snug in their bed. 1279|The sea ane another side, 1279|Was motionless and motionless, 1279|Where the kye lay snug in their bed. 1279|The wind on the hill-top sleep, 1279|And the piper in the bower, 1279|Hush'd his drowsy strains and died, 1279|Like a pipe at the gloom's end. 1279|The stars to the hoary plain, 1279|That seem to twink in the skies, 1279|Sing "M'Laine, m'Ladye, come hame!" 1279|And "Hame, hame, hame to me!" 1279|The moon beheld the lonely brood, 1279|Wi' a look sae stern and sealy, 1279|And aye "Hame, hame, hame to me!" 1279|Tune--"I wish I were as dear as my lassie." 1279|Wha loves a dauting lassie 1279|Kills a' things he touches; 1279|Love loves na his dear lassie, 1279|For the dear thing is touchin'! 1279|Love and I were sae happy, 1279|Nane other friend could tell you; 1279|Then love and I were happier, we twa! 1279|We twa's, and we five, 1279|Twa and I 1279|Love and I was sae happy, nane other friend could tell you; 1279|But love and I was happier, we twa! 1279|We three were five, 1279|And a' the rest 1279|We five and a laird 1279|Love and I were sae ======================================== SAMPLE 1950 ======================================== 2888|(Tho 'tis only three miles from me); 2888|"Then, ma'am, come to the table here, 2888|And let's hear the latest gossip." 2888|There's a tale of a "naughty maiden"-- 2888|I'll make you the finest bed I know. 2888|"Why, I'd rather, then," says my sweet, 2888|"Lie all naked in a rough bed, 2888|Then lie all night on a man's back, 2888|And he won't give half so good." 2888|The bed is made, then, as I wish; 2888|The sheets are sprigg'd with myrtle; 2888|The sheets are spread with a maiden's skin 2888|(Tho I don't believe that a man's); 2888|The bed-cord so thin and thin, 2888|Is twined with a feather's wing. 2888|A silver cord, the size of a thread, 2888|Is wound in the linen's thread, 2888|And a lady lies on her back 2888|(Tho I don't care to see how she lies): 2888|She thinks the wind's blowing fair. 2888|Then a silver cord, the length of my leg, 2888|Is wound in the linen's thread, 2888|And my sweet-faced lover lies on her back 2888|In a bed like a flower. 2888|And the silver cord, the length of my arm, 2888|Is wound in the linen's thread, 2888|And he lies in the corner soft 2888|(Tho I don't know how he lies): 2888|He tells how he hears "sweet-faced lovers" 2888|Sing soft, and sing sing on the walls: 2888|And a silver cord, the length of my arm, 2888|Is wound in the linen's thread. 2888|A silver cord, a length of my arm, 2888|Is tied in the linen's thread. 2888|Beneath the cherry-tree, 2888|The pretty lass sat; 2888|She had a bonny brown hat 2888|And a pretty rosy cheek. 2888|And the pretty lass put right 2888|Her breeches on, 2888|And the bonny lass put right, 2888|And put on her panties too. 2888|She threw on her stockings and 2888|Her stockings and stockings lined; 2888|She put on her stockings and 2888|Her stockings lined, and away! 2888|I have followed my darling far 2888|In a garden of blue, 2888|And I've followed her all the day 2888|With a cheerful mind and glad. 2888|I've followed my darling far 2888|In a garden of blue, 2888|Or else--I do not know 2888|If my darling will return. 2888|I've followed my darling far 2888|In a garden of blue, 2888|And I've followed her all the day 2888|In spite of every ill. 2888|She's gone--my love, my darling-- 2888|She's out on the green; 2888|She's turned her back upon man, 2888|And has left me all alone. 2888|So to the lily I tend, 2888|In a garden of blue, 2888|Where I tend it all alone 2888|With a cheerful mind and glad. 2888|The lily seems to bear, 2888|In all its flowers, 2888|More than when other maidens 2888|Have borne to the bridal bed. 2888|For love is pure and white 2888|And the lily doth say 2888|More than when other maidens 2888|The bridal bed can show. 2888|But all the flowers are fair 2888|Which to others bear, 2888|The lily and the fay 2888|And the rose bear to thee. 2888|When all the maids in the spring of the year 2888|Wear out their limbs in the flower-springing sun, 2888|When the cestus and the cresara grow 2888|'Neath ice and the snow-white lily's head; 2888|When the lilies all go up and down ======================================== SAMPLE 1960 ======================================== 1727|that I may do this work, and this too for the benefit 1727|of all your folk. It was, no doubt, my duty to him, and 1727|I know what sort of work he would have done for one that had 1727|so little else to do." 1727|As he spoke Ulysses took his javelin and hastened away to the 1727|gate. 1727|Meanwhile Minerva and Penelope went back to their pleasant abode, 1727|where Penelope she put the table in front of her husband, 1727|saying "What shall we do now about Jove? I hope he will not 1727|change his mind and not let us get away by the sea. I am 1727|certain he will come to a bad end either because Minerva 1727|has left the island or else Helen has taken matters like my 1727|life for the sake of my son. It has been a long time since he 1727|killed himself, but he was all right before Neptune started the 1727|storm; his body is very hard to be killed by any wind or 1727|sea, and his death would be worse than that which took my son. 1727|It is now the third day and the sun is setting, so I thought 1727|if we could get home that we might do the best we could of 1727|keeping out of the village for as long as we could of being at 1727|all able to eat and drink; but as it happens that our inn was 1727|still a sharer in the land of Ithaca, when we saw that we were 1727|not going anywhere, and when men say things in anger they 1727|always do; I could not see any other way and wished all along 1727|that I had taken you into my house, where you might live with 1727|your son and know nothing about the matter. As it was, I had 1727|taken the whole house in hand and was looking for some way 1727|otherwise, when I saw right away what you were about. So I 1727|sent you away with some others of my women and took your 1727|house by force to come and see me and eat and drink and sleep in 1727|my bed. But tell me now what the worst is in your house, and if 1727|any one of the women are unhappy, since your son cannot be happy 1727|like other people. Tell me about it." 1727|"If you are pleased to take my life into your hands, it would be 1727|difficult for me to tell you all my vexations and what have been 1727|your sufferings as I have mentioned them. First, however, 1727|people that I have been the most unhappy, for you see how much 1727|more my son greatly loves me because I have done him evil by 1727|heeding of no good when he came home with me. He would often 1727|talk with me and look at me, and would often say things at 1727|once beautiful and good. And now that he is back in his own 1727|house he comes to me to hear me whenever he will; but as regards 1727|our house, I have no confidence any more. It lies in the 1727|country beyond the sea, over which the island of Ithaca lies. 1727|Therefore I have no means to keep us in it by means of the inn, 1727|nor to give any one else a shelter or a place to sleep as I had 1727|when I went wandering from my own native country." 1727|And Penelope said, "It is as you say, but it was not you 1727|that we went to see, but some one else of your women." 1727|He answered, "It was your mother who asked me to go to you, 1727|saying that she had a great desire to see me; and with my 1727|own mother she made me go from the sea shore till we came 1727|to Ithaca. I have seen your home, and have heard of all 1727|the sorrows that you and your husband have endured. I shall 1727|tell you everything that has been done to me by you and your 1727|depths of anger and folly, for you have been worsting me in 1727|all respects and driving me away from my own country; still, 1727|did not you, Ulysses, when in my house you put large store of ======================================== SAMPLE 1970 ======================================== 21009|My love is all I have to tell! 21009|Our house is small; 21009|There are no dusty shelves 21009|To be opened wide 21009|When morn is low 21009|And skies are blue. 21009|The little garden we have growing 21009|With all its leafy treasures spreads 21009|Its broad and warm green coverings, 21009|With every flower of promise fair. 21009|Though small our garden, though it be 21009|So different from the large world's claims, 21009|And yet within it the dearest loves 21009|Of many a faithful sister dwell. 21009|And through it there is a pathway bright 21009|That leads unto a world of light; 21009|Where joy, with a perfect consciousness, 21009|Comes forth to meet the radiant hours; 21009|That leadeth forth to that sweet shore 21009|Which joy and sorrow all must gain. 21009|There other joys of other years, 21009|With life's best hopes and brightest tears, 21009|In the close close eye-brows bend their way, 21009|Pleading and pining for repose. 21009|There other tears of young life droop and fall, 21009|That still are lingering upon Life's stream; 21009|There other hopes arise and take their flight 21009|Like flowers of hope upon the breeze. 21009|And still, when I look o'er the dim sea-line, 21009|And where the shore is so full of light, 21009|And far away beyond the sunlit sea 21009|I see the distant mountain range, 21009|My soul is troubled with a heart's-affright, 21009|That seems to hear a voice of warning say:-- 21009|_The soul, when the heart is troubled sore, 21009|Gains strength to bear the heavy cross; 21009|But the soul falls with the burden o'er, 21009|And sorrow, like the dew, must stay._ 21009|My heart is heavy for fear of sin, 21009|My spirit is faint for desire; 21009|I'm weary of the noisy throng, 21009|That seek the fleeting sweets and tears. 21009|I am so weary of their mirth and glee, 21009|That make my heart so heavy and faint: 21009|I am so weary that my senses fail, 21009|For love and joy and sorrow all are gone. 21009|When Love is dead, the soul is all a-cold 21009|And sorrows pass like shadows through the night. 21009|But when Love is not in life or death, 21009|He dwells in Heaven with God above. 21009|Wealth, beauty, praise, and pride, and all delight, 21009|With all the passion and rapture of the day,-- 21009|With all the passion and rapture of the day, 21009|Glow on within, and never pass away. 21009|To him, when grief and fear have passed away, 21009|Those things are but as forms that pass away. 21009|Wealth, beauty, praise and pride, and all delight, 21009|With all the passion and rapture of the day,-- 21009|With all the passion and rapture of the day,-- 21009|Glow on within, and never pass away. 21019|In a quiet garden, nook serene, 21019|A Lady sat reposing, 21019|While little children, well busily 21019|Picking roses, stood and wondered. 21019|"Methinks,' she mused, 'this seems a bad 21019|Too many flowers to bear. 21019|Perhaps,' thought the Lady, 'I'll kill 21019|These dew-drops from the air." 21019|So she picked a robin's nest, 21019|That she had to bring from far. 21019|She gave him three draughts of her draught, 21019|And many children were asleep. 21019|She laid her down, and she dreamed well: 21019|That was a bad idea. 21019|She thought that she'd kill a rose-tree 21019|In front of her castle-door. 21019|She felt so strong, it was very plain, 21019|Her hand would open with such might, 21019|That ======================================== SAMPLE 1980 ======================================== 2888|Thick as a matted boar 2888|That gnaws a dead boar's skin, 2888|Or as if to a small river 2888|The wind blew wild and strong. 2888|I do not care to go now 2888|Far, far away from thee; 2888|I 've the pleasure of the past, 2888|The first new place that met my eye, 2888|By fancy won a lover's ear, 2888|Like music to my spirit's ear; 2888|For now I 'm in that condition 2888|I never was before. 2888|The moon like a small pin-prick 2888|Dazzles my ear, and there 2888|Is a sweetness in the air, 2888|I cannot go too near. 2888|I 'll think on thee awhile, and then 2888|I 'll go and come again; 2888|I 'll dream of thee, and then I 'll turn, 2888|And so shall thee remember. 2888|Come when my footsteps press, 2888|Come when my heart is near, 2888|Oh sweet little flower, 2888|Be my sweet little bride; 2888|Be my sweet little love; 2888|I 'm a man of small possessions and a tenant of the deep, 2888|And a poor, little man is he to whom Fortune can be kind; 2888|But now, my little fellow, I am proud to declare my preference, 2888|With a goodly store of riches, that I think I scarce can tell. 2888|To live in comfort in this present world, is a most important thing, 2888|With a strong, little, little, little, heart, that is a very poor one. 2888|He loves what he does. 2888|I love all that I see; 2888|I love the peace of my heart; 2888|I love the sweetest feeling 2888|That Nature can supply; 2888|That the spirit or the face 2888|Is one or the other, 2888|And there is no half so pretty, 2888|No half so happy thing. 2888|There 's no half so pretty, 2888|There 's no half so happy face, 2888|And I feel no such riches, 2888|When I see the world again. 2888|I love what I do; 2888|The world is not a fable, 2888|When I look in thy face; 2888|Nor does the world my fancy 2888|Or my heart or body. 2888|I love your face, 2888|And your sweet voice, 2888|And your look of sunshine 2888|That smiles out of the west window; 2888|And so in my heart I love 2888|The world that 's not a fable, 2888|And the world 's all as good as it can be. 2888|My heart is a little windmill, 2888|And my hand is a little wheel; 2888|And I always start at the sound and go to the deed, 2888|And get busy whenever I hear the merry sound or the 2888|bell-ringing. 2888|My heart is a little windmill, 2888|And my heart is a little wheel, 2888|And every morning at breakfast I feel a little windmill in 2888|my breast, and roll it away; 2888|But all the world is a little hubbub, 2888|And I feel the little windmill in me but a little while. 2888|So I go to thy bosom and press thee, 2888|And I love with a heart at thy service, 2888|And so in my bosom, in thy bosom, 2888|I love my little hubbub. 2888|The wind was blowing a fair wind, 2888|And the sun was bright, 2888|And a fair maid in her beauty came 2888|And sat beside me by the water-side. 2888|I was weary to death 2888|Of the long, long day, 2888|And I thought of the time I had not 2888|With my fair maid at my side. 2888|"Here!" said I, "to sit beside 2888|A fellow-man 2888|Lately dead in his bed is good, 2888|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 1990 ======================================== 1008|That she had come to my assistance was by me 1008|Unknown. But that thou mayst not be incensed 1008|With me, I will give thee all the truth revealed 1008|By Him whom thou didst not, nor what so moved 1008|My bosom, as not to hear with thee his voice. 1008|Our Arbia drew near, whence with the bard's song 1008|One had once risen to such heights, that he 1008|Who now was gaping, hardly could contain himself." 1008|Superintendence of a province, not yet 1008|Created archbishopric of the empire, I 1008|Saw St. Anthony, and, "Tell who is this, 1008|This man," asking, "Thou so enamouredst?" 1008|He answering, thus; "He whom thou to music 1008|Referst to, in the Island of Justice, live 1008|The sons of Lausus, raised by a mother 1008|Who was not only virgin, but was also 1008|Bridge and brace to Lausus' self. Therefore, 1008|With his own spirit he went, and with the brace 1008|Where nakedness of passion is not marked. 1008|If thou note the colour of his piping, 1008|Thou shalt hear how much his Adam had inspired 1008|Thy Faust; and if thou note the heav'n on which 1008|That angel was catholic, thou wilt hear 1008|How much his line has now been overwrought! 1008|And I foresaw (when the vision I behold 1008|Th' evil coming of the Foe) that nature 1008|Of Lausus and of his offspring would 1008|Sustain such causeless rage. I, to shun 1008|The rage, and kneele towards them the rayes, 1008|Planning my eare to Poule's, Michael's, not my own, 1008|Had thought fit transmuth and would have placed 1008|myself between them and Lausus; but all 1008|Lies ready already, with the shoe of truth, 1008|To prove Lausus that he first made Eve 1008|The belauing of so vile an abuse. 1008|Whatever can" - here the curtain loqueth he 1008|To hide the truth that should be proved thereat." 1008|So he exprest it; and I, not daring 1008|Too fierce, "With your leave," my leader said, "invest 1008|My remembrance; but plain I shall be forced, 1008|If thou reply, that from that plague descended 1008|Lausus, who does force his wives to him." 1008|"Say on," said he; "one more word, for thou speakest 1008|The truth that never would thine ear enthrall." 1008|"O brother!" I began, "your mistook faith 1008|O'erpowers me, and I can no more maintain 1008|The bridge. God's bellows heat the atoms so, 1008|That, if it weren't for them, I should at least 1008|Not be toil'd. The romances, that engender 1008|In men's minds the similitie of trees, 1008|Make them so fervent, and so strongly wish 1008|To crush them, that with ropes of remorse they wound 1008|The root, which holds them in their urge of life. 1008|Ordaining that attaint of guilt be mov'd, 1008|So that the just shall justifie their deeds, 1008|Ordain'd so, know not these, that entomb'd 1008|Lausus was of Elysium saved, as fame 1008|Reports, who ended on the other side. 1008|The men of ancient (that ceaseless flow!) time, 1008|The ancient time, that now is call'd the new, 1008|In their great law observ'd no such law; 1008|Forcin'd it was ordain'd, why S,-ci jurisdic't, 1008|Should not apply to all men, since all are kin 1008|By descendence, all drawing on the same 1008|Our umboyle; and all, as parentage claims, 1008|One Ilium: hence had Moses not been made 1008|Lord, without ======================================== SAMPLE 2000 ======================================== 3023|With some kind of a smile. 3023|I have a little book 3023|Of charms and incantations, 3023|Which you may take a look at; 3023|The little maids 't are calling spells; 3023|'T is good to have a look. 3023|(Enter CIPPIFORE.) 3023|CIPPIFORE, (reading.) 3023|Hast thou a child at home? 3023|(A GROUP comes forward.) 3023|Here is CIPPIFORE again. 3023|What are you two about? 3023|(SIDE by side they sit.) 3023|Why, CIPPIFORE the Priest, 3023|To this church I come. 3023|Ah! but you must know, 3023|The time is long ago, 3023|For I'm not yet grown so tall! 3023|(SIDE they sit.) 3023|And who art thou? 3023|CIPPIFORE, (without.) 3023|Nay shear! 3023|That was CIPPIFORE, 3023|The youth, the woe, the youth of mine! 3023|What a sad change! (Lights.) 3023|I'll make of thee like 3023|Two little leaves, so small! 3023|What is't that thou dost wear? 3023|That be might be called, 3023|A garment! So make haste away! 3023|SWEET, (without caparisons.) 3023|The girl who's here must needs be lovely. 3023|So be my sister sweet! 3023|By my head, O! look thou sweet! 3023|No more I'll speak! 3023|My sister, her voice dies away, 3023|She's been sleeping! Ah! to see her, 3023|I cannot help it now! 3023|(Enter SUSAN with a book.) 3023|How dar'st thou read? 3023|My love! O! what a book I write; 3023|How much the deeper grow my thoughts! 3023|Wake me not, thou saint of love, she cried! 3023|(Lowers her book.) 3023|Dost thou love not us? 3023|No, we're not so strange! 3023|How bright and gay the birds above, 3023|And how my thoughts are dancing up in heaven! 3023|(SUSAN, turning her to the BELLY.) 3023|Thou must go, I tell thee, where I'll find it! 3023|(They separate, and SWITHLAND. VERTUEZ and BRODER come.) 3023|Ah! here 'tis now the hour 3023|For thy departure; here 'tis now the hour 3023|For thee to go! 3023|The sun is gone down-- 3023|Away--away, 3023|And the dark day begins-- 3023|Come hither, thou sun! 3023|(With a page.) 3023|(With a page.) 3023|(With a page.) 3023|(With a page.) 3023|(With a page.) 3023|(With a page.) 3023|(With a page.) 3023|(With an ode.) 3023|(For a page.) 3023|The first was a king's beloved son, 3023|The second a young maiden whom he wooed, 3023|The third was the sun's unerring guide, 3023|The fourth was a gentle dove that flitted in, 3023|A bird was the next in the way of the sun, 3023|A maiden was the last of the seven; 3023|And now come the last of all ten; 3023|And soon the whole world looks like a blind man's chalk, 3023|For the moon is rising o'er the hill. 3023|How beautiful is the heavens! 3023|All smiles on this world of sorrow 3023|For those who are dying. 3023|'Tis the dawn of life! 3023|How beautiful is the heavens. 3023|The first, the bright Sun, 3023|To the first, the dark night, 3023|Abandons his friends forever. 3023|That bright sun shines on us with radiance rare, 3023|Whose brightness never ======================================== SAMPLE 2010 ======================================== 37452|In the land of the young, 37452|And the old still speak their thought 37452|Of the life that is to be; 37452|And the old, their children grown, 37452|Still call on the old 37452|For the old are old. 37452|Thief of the day, thou wilt be caught,-- 37452|Thou wilt be caught, 37452|Till the eyes of the stars are dark, 37452|Till the moon of the sun turn white, 37452|Till the sun of the earth bow downward, 37452|And the night be finished 37452|As it was meant to be. 37452|Though thou may be caught,-- 37452|Thou hast left our light behind thee 37452|With the hope of man's sight; 37452|As an earth-born soul 37452|Fell into a grave,-- 37452|We have caught thee, and have found thee, 37452|And we will hold thee and hold thee, 37452|Till the dust shall meet the dust, 37452|And the soul be as the soul. 37452|And the soul shall dwell in the soul, 37452|And be changed as the soul. 37452|And it shall hear the joyous voice, 37452|And shall see the light; 37452|And the soul shall be as a flower, 37452|With the hope of it, 37452|Till the dust shall meet the dust. 37452|And the soul will smile to earth 37452|As it laughed to heaven 37452|At the smile of the sun; 37452|And the soul wilt die, and bloom again, 37452|In the land of the brave, 37452|And the old shall speak among men 37452|Of the life that is to be; 37452|And the old shall seek and seek, 37452|And the old will be found all truth, 37452|By the truth of the heart;-- 37452|For the old are old, 37452|And they hold us still 37452|While the world is ours? 37452|Singing of the woodman 37452|When the spring comes back, 37452|When the white birds wake in the trees, 37452|And spring goes down the street,-- 37452|When the light of the day is gone, 37452|And the night is close at hand,-- 37452|I, who heard the first-born notes 37452|Of the bird above, 37452|When the morning-glimmer of the day 37452|Touched the green leaves through,-- 37452|I, who saw the little stars 37452|Float in the sky's breast, 37452|With the flowers' light in their eyes, 37452|And the earth-blue skies are filled 37452|With the light of their eyes,-- 37452|I hear the song, the last note 37452|Singing in the spring, 37452|As the song is stilled at last: 37452|How should it chime with what is known 37452|And known not here? 37452|I, who heard the song, the song, 37452|With its light of hopes made strong, 37452|Who felt their power, these hopes 37452|Stir in my soul, I too,-- 37452|I, too glad that my fears should come 37452|So close to this sight! 37452|I, who have cried the song, 37452|The song, so sad, so sweet, 37452|How should I but follow out 37452|How the song was sung? 37452|With the spring come back, return, 37452|As the dawn comes back, 37452|With the spring, return: and I 37452|Whose hopes and fears are blown 37452|By the wind of God's heart, 37452|Will feel the sound of the song again 37452|As sweet as of yore. 37452|I, who have thought the song 37452|So wise in wise old time,-- 37452|(I know that it's sweet again!) 37452|Hear it so, for my love, 37452|And my eyes shall weep 37452|As the song is sung. 37452|But when our feet have reached 37452|The garden-close, 37452|Where sweet birds sing and play, ======================================== SAMPLE 2020 ======================================== 1008|To which a second time the cord was drawn. 1008|As the same oxen, toiler after labor, 1008|At evening close, untouch'd and blameless, 1008|Stifle not at length their voracious maw, 1008|But stretch themselves the third long length' way, 1008|Eager to resume the task-hardened hand, 1008|So I, untimely rending the contract 1008|Of our fast tie, as by the garment bend'd, 1008|Began: "Not to order what I look'd for, 1008|But to better knowledge of thee and of this mount, 1008|So mayst thou safely perch upon the mount, 1008|And see thy voyage, as thou shalt alone 1008|Quite understand it, thy satisfaction it will be." 1008|"Why dost thou question, sir?" was the reply. 1008|"Dost thou not wish, when I commanded thee 1008|To come below, to have with thee arrived, 1008|And tested thee, that thou might'st know who am I, 1008|And where the place where he resides?" To this 1008|My master straight: "Then thou didst answer true." 1008|But she: "If what I now descrieth thee 1008|Be truly helde, thou miest truly sown, 1008|There where thou watchest, quickly may'st be reard. 1008|But there is one more favour I would ask, 1008|And that above attemper'd already." 1008|Then said my master: "The dew of sleep 1008|Stole not upon her rest, but thine eyes 1008|Back to the sun mustered, fixt in response." 1008|Now when I had my fill of sleep, and cool'd 1008|My spirit within itself, the bliss 1008|I suppose not bearing, I begin to tell, 1008|And words come floating forth, that doth believe. 1008|I was on earth as others was, the lowest 1008|Part of the Christian order: but to make 1008|The ground within my breast well vapor'd, 1008|And I could turn, as rosily as air 1008|In summer rising from a shower, from Heaven 1008|A spark I rais'd, that even at first blush seem'd 1008| Chastity was laid by me ordained to make 1008|The man of God more blest, and to make 1008|Thee more aware on earth of frailties past. 1008|But when the bliss, that rais'd me up, did move 1008|My heart to higher degrees, then higher 1008|Exceeding, overflows the wonted tide. 1008|And in the love, wherein I was constrain'd 1008|To close my eyes and heart, now comes so near, 1008|That I witness visionary beauteous things. 1008|I see enthron'd the most high Lord in Heaven, 1008|Whose wondrous love and zealous compassion 1008|Are unto us revealed: for from his grace 1008|I hope without our channel to refrain." 1008|And since the time, whence light inspir'd me, is long, 1008|Time cannot tell us when these two meet one. 1008|But 'twixt the midsummer and the rosary, 1008|Not three days may equal the train of years; 1008|Which having reach'd their terminus, they for ever 1008|In perpetual year take their appointed round. 1008|"And if," continuation demands, "whileso' 1008|thou refrain not, from thy mathaunts retire," 1008|Thought began, and was ware of Arianrhode, 1008|Wherewith she seem'd to lacke the space, where for ages 1008|thou hast silence make'd. To her he then: 1008|"Were she but to thee assembled, one indeed, 1008|Of all, who lif'd me, much short would thy cure be. 1008|But she so holy is, and so defiles 1008|The dang'd-through flesh, that by her will it dies: 1008|In her image all things be withouten stain. 1008|Nor will I have thee known of any one: 1008|So will ======================================== SAMPLE 2030 ======================================== 1035|And where we left him, where we left him, 1035|Is all that stands between and ages. 1035|The days of the, years of the, years of the, 1035|Are the old days of the, years of the, 1035|And he is in the years that follow. 1035|O, where to go for a fool's adventure, 1035|Or a clown's, for an adventure like this; 1035|He's found it, he's found it, he's found it, 1035|Wherever it is he's found it now, 1035|And he's found all the tricks we can do 1035|And he'll find all the tricks that we can do 1035|That are for an adventure like this. 1035|How, in the days when the, days, the days lasted, 1035|In the old years when the, old years lasted, 1035|Did we make fools of men we could not understand? 1035|For, in the days when the, days, the days lasted 1035|In the old days when the, old days lasted, 1035|(The old days will always be for ever past, 1035|And the old days are the days of the,) 1035|He was made master of, and gave order; 1035|And the, old times when the, old times lasted 1035|He was made master of, and gave order, 1035|And the, old times when the, old days lasted 1035|He was made master of, and gave order, 1035|And the old days when the, old days lasted 1035|He was made master of and passed them off. 1035|For the, old days were for ever past, and gone are all: 1035|For the, old times when the, old days lasted, 1035|And the old days are the times of the, and the, and the. 1035|He must now have his, and the old times have he; 1035|For the, old days are the, and the, and the. 1035|I was out one summer day this way, 1035|In company with him with eyes of blue, 1035|And lips of rose, and chin of ivory. 1035|No man in the world so wise as he-- 1035|No man I ever saw so full of fun. 1035|I was out to do a thing this year, 1035|And now he is a fellow you meet, 1035|And now he is a little girl to me, 1035|For he has married in a churchyard place. 1035|And now he is a clerk, and still he goes, 1035|And now he is a sailor on a sea, 1035|And now he is a lawyer with a lot, 1035|And now he is engaged to pretty Lizzie Blan. 1035|But he's the lawyer's dog, the child is his, 1035|The girl is his and the sea is her. 1035|And what a fool was I if I thought him so, 1035|And what a fool was I if I thought him so; 1035|For, years ago, he was a fool to me, 1035|And now he knows the way that I went wrong. 1035|When I go to the grave and you are by, 1035|I'm going to forget the glad, bright things, 1035|And many an old, old, old old, old sin, 1035|And see the damned, damned things again. 1035|I am the fool from whom we get so free, 1035|And I am the fool that comes from you; 1035|And you will weep to see us go hence, 1035|And we--God knows what, we two, to-night. 1035|A man may know that the winds are always right, 1035|That the waters roll always gently in his favour, 1035|That the stars are ever silent in the sky, 1035|That the dead are never old,--these are odd things, 1035|And yet when death comes and you are quite alone, 1035|Even when everything is waiting for you, 1035|Even when you are the last of your kind lived there, 1035|Even then, ah, you will find the world's a-blaze, 1035|And the dawn-light light the blind world with gladness,-- 1035|The dew will fall, ======================================== SAMPLE 2040 ======================================== 615|I am at fault to whom I do not own, 615|But I the fault forgive; -- so I confess; 615|I scarce of me can sin of omission speak." 615|With that his arm he smote the palmer's head, 615|Then seized his breast, and, with such force and pain, 615|Tore from the felon's arms his guileful head; 615|And, with a sudden gust, the helmet he, 615|Which the proud cavalier had given before, 615|And in his place, the weapon from his hand, 615|And the hard helm cast on his back. The Moor, 615|Forth from the battle to his courser went, 615|And from the road the Paladino reave 615|In his turn through the thickets, where he stood, 615|With that great warrior by his side, to wind 615|His way amid the forests, winding bright 615|The way, and turning to the left hand. 615|Upon the mountain's very summit, there 615|A tree the warrior in a rod entwined, 615|In order to display him, in the light 615|And darkness of the moon was fixed; and so 615|Was tost and hung aloft, in many a fold, 615|With branches rent and bruised and torn away 615|From stalks and leaves, he was by other sprung 615|More tender than the mountain oak or beech, 615|Grown by some forest river, that in waste 615|Orchard or Humber is a growth of wood. 615|The rod, as well he might and gladly do, 615|Had never aught of him to guide or aid, 615|Save that, which, by the will of heaven, was bent, 615|And by its natural motions bound to him. 615|When in the middle, high in earth laid at last, 615|A hundred fathom-deep (as Nature made) 615|The water-godlike monarch was, who wrought 615|The wonders, and, at all hazards, might have done, 615|Which he performed (by God designed) and wrought, 615|Thereof the king, upon earth was seen no more. 615|When, in its course, the earth-quake was felt, 615|He, on his way with the illustrious knight 615|Had to the city passed, to seek the word 615|Of the same day, but here was none to hear. 615|The Moor, when he arrived, with a rude train 615|And people there, upon his journey bore: 615|For he, the city's keeper, had departed 615|Borne, in his course, by cavalier and peer. 615|In his course to the new city he made, 615|He came, in haste, by a low brook, but wide 615|And spacious, which the waters of the vale 615|For many leagues in course and measure keep. 615|He by the stream his horse once more espied; 615|And, for he would not rest, in the repose 615|Of that well-known mead, and by the bank 615|Aldeboran's level sands, a horse again 615|He took the dame in hand and to the foot 615|Of the green bank his courser, and anew 615|He rode to view the place; and all the night, 615|Had had the time for lingering ever there, 615|The paladin to view, or to prepare 615|To be his guest, for many days did stay. 615|Here, next day dark and dark, he from the height 615|Of the hill ascended, and beneath the lake, 615|In a dark swamp, which near the lake he found, 615|As if it were a place of deep and narrow sleep, 615|Plunging upon the loathsome water's brine, 615|As thine would-be sailor knows how pitiful: 615|And there, by dint of long and weary walk, 615|Had waded, if he had deemed how thirsty he, 615|And had, with difficulty, gained the bank, and gained 615|The lake; which was of foam, which watery reed, 615|Whose waves were dyed purple as is that dry. 615|So, having learnt that to the sea below 615|The Moor is lost, he made a sally forth 615|From this, and mounted on his homeward way, 615|And in a little dashing on the land 615| ======================================== SAMPLE 2050 ======================================== 1745|Hurls from their hollow bellies wings 1745|Of swoops and speedes all the sky 1745|In thir sharpnesse; and on the ground 1745|With circling ring of Spears 1745|And thir flashing Scimitars 1745|To th' Lord of Hosts their Front they lay 1745|First in heauily phantastic show, 1745|In Circassian Beauty's Front all armd, 1745|In diamond like the Sun 1745|Alphonse with his Prew the Sea bears on, 1745|Borne after him seven swift Sampras glad, 1745|And with seven bright flaming Sirens three; 1745|Seven Herds of Brazen Chariots Cherubim 1745|He toucheth from their midst in six Cheiroves, 1745|And six bright Cherubim twins; 1745|Twins, for his right hand none toucheth Mars, 1745|None Mars his Twin; his right hand none 1745|Mars his Twin; his right hand none 1745|Meezer or Steward Mars his Twin; 1745|All his right hand all his right Hand all 1745|He drinke of Tempests and Seraphim, 1745|All his Right Hand all his Right Hand all 1745|He drinke of Tempests and Seraphim; 1745|With seven bright Cherubim all his right Hand 1745|He drinke of the Wasting Abyss, 1745|And all the Cherubim cross thir steps 1745|Cross thir steps to thir Redeeming Seat; 1745|First in heauily phantastic sort, 1745|They pour the Bread of Sacrifice, 1745|The Bread of Repentance and eternal Peace 1745|On th' heads of Womankind, surcharged seven chins; 1745|On th' heads of Womankind, surcharged seven chins, 1745|Twins, ten on each Hand, ten on each Hand, 1745|On each head of Womankind, ten on each Head; 1745|Womankind, whose Husband Christ was King of all 1745|Womankind, whose Husband Christ was King of all 1745|the tribes of men; from him descending down 1745|They have made him the Seven sitts on the Throne, 1745|The sevenfold heads of the Caesars old; 1745|The sevenfold heads of the Caesars old; 1745|The sevenfold heads of the Caesars old; 1745|Stricken with Starvation and Hunger, the Thirst 1745|That pains the Desert, and dulles with Cark, 1745|Night and Delay, the terrible waiting-maiden, 1745|And the Drones, whose dread Errand faces Death; 1745|The dreadful waiting-maiden, the Dawn, the Dawn, 1745|That is to rise when th' eternal sceptre shall 1745|Re-ascend again the Arch-traitor th' Allied 1745|Maids; the dreadful waiting-maiden, the Dawn, 1745|The Dawn, that is to rise when th' eternal sceptre 1745|Shall reverse its oath, and straight re-ascend 1745|To judicial prime unsold to Sorrowing 1745|The headlong dagger, that shall strow the Field 1745|With human blood; the holy sign of God; 1745|The dreadful sign of God, His sceptre, Crown, 1745|That re-ascends when the head, the bloody head 1745|Fall to the common dust: the awful Sign 1745|That re-ascrues when th' everlasting sword 1745|Draws its proud cord from the keen mutilated 1745|Hanging-knife, cold, shod with flint, unsparing, 1745|And firm as He who smote on Calvary, 1745|E'en Constantine--(so all who gaze on it 1745|Can see)--the awful Sign that is to rise, 1745|Re-ascend when th' everlasting sword 1745|Draws blood from the wound, and all the battle 1745|Shall yield to the Sign that is to rise 1745|When the awful Sign is to re-ascend 1745|When th' eternal sword shall close the eye. 1745|Hee all unruffled then shall seem this Scene 1745|To ======================================== SAMPLE 2060 ======================================== 34331|All the years I have been born, 34331|As I stood, like the morning dew, 34331|In the old autumnal heaven. 34331|While the night from his golden hair 34331|Sprinkled the hills and the river; 34331|While the moonlight slept upon the stream-- 34331|The moonlight of eternity! 34331|I saw my own pastimes past, 34331|And the world had room enough for 34331|A thousand vicissitudes; 34331|All the days that were in my life, 34331|There was no other for me. 34331|And the things which I would have lived for 34331|They waited, waiting still, 34331|In their vicissitudes, as they passed, 34331|Till I deemed them vicissitude. 34331|And the world has room enough for 34331|A thousand vicissitudes, 34331|And I stand at the casement's height, 34331|And see the sunrise on high. 34331|And thus I stand in the long white road-- 34331|The long, long white road where none may go, 34331|For to-day I do not wait, 34331|I do not wait through the years alone, 34331|I do not even wait. 34331|I know the way I shall descend; 34331|I know the world goes on, 34331|I watch the shadows of mountains rise, 34331|I watch the shadow of Time. 34331|I know the ways and the roads-- 34331|All the ways and the roads are good, 34331|They are good for a few to ride, 34331|But for me and for me only. 34331|I know, I know. And they cannot learn, 34331|The knowledge they have won can bring 34331|Death to the shadow of their joy. 34331|For the ways and the roads may bring 34331|Death to the shadow of a cloud, 34331|But the secret of my joy knows none. 34331|I know I shall be here to-night 34331|To watch the moon through the mist; 34331|Shall be here to see the skies 34331|Like golden mirrors turn, 34331|And the light of my old home appear, 34331|And my heart's abode. 34331|I know I shall be here to-night 34331|Here on the hill behind the stream. 34331|A lonely life I would choose, 34331|And only the hills would I roam. 34331|Then look into my heart and say-- 34331|I am lonely as you are. 34331|To-night the wind is in the pine trees; 34331|The stream is silent and slow; 34331|A ghostly radiance in the pine trees, 34331|Like silver from some silver sphere. 34331|A rustling ghostly; from the stream 34331|The sighing wind drifts and sighs; 34331|Then, as the winds are still, 34331|With sudden start the pine trees stir, 34331|And with soft aisles of shadow one by one 34331|Their leaves bend forward, and the moon comes out. 34331|From out of the wood the wind goes sighing. 34331|A star is coming slowly out. 34331|A star is coming slowly out. 34331|All night the wind goes sighing and sighing. 34331|The stars are shining, one by one. 34331|Oh! the stars are shining, one by one; 34331|But it is midnight, it is only a dream, 34331|And the stars are going, going, going, to sleep. 34331|The stars are shining still, 34331|The moon is not risen quite. 34331|The moon is not even low; 34331|But the shadow of night 34331|In the east is cast, 34331|Like a pall of smoke, on the sun, 34331|That is rising slowly out of sight. 34331|And now a quiet wind comes stealing 34331|Through the shadowy branches, 34331|Across the grasses, creeping, creeping, 34331|Whispering of beautiful things. 34331|Oh! the wind is whispering things 34331|So subtly sweet, 34331|So kindly, kindly, and gentle, 34331|It seems as if it knew. 34331| ======================================== SAMPLE 2070 ======================================== 2428|"No, no!" the lady cried, "it is too ill for me!" 2428|He rose, and speaking through his clammy fingers, 2428|"Why, what would you be, dear, if you knew what a fool 2428|"What a wretched fool am I, who write this poem? 2428|"Or what can it be to him I write, but the shade 2428|"Of some poor wretch, in such circumstances, forced?" 2428|"Not as we thought! "The Lady said, with that look 2428|Which bids the world keep distance, sighing: "but you 2428|"Will look for no reflection from me: I know 2428|"The motive that prompts you! my own faults I trace 2428|"From you: and yet you must not blame those friends 2428|"Whom you have tempted, and who have made my own! 2428|"For I have done just since the deed; and, look 2428|"For it is not well, but then, the world is blessed!" 2428|"Yes, the world is blest,"--he answered, with a sigh; 2428|And so he went his way, as he was bid. 2428|And this poor song may fail at once, though it be 2428|By none, as it may, a friend to be condemned! 2428|I'll try some other pipe,--perhaps a snuff 2428|I can draw, will make men want to laugh, and please: 2428|I'll make some other cigars, to please my friend, 2428|And smoke them round,--and all the while I smoke 2428|And nothing better: for I care not to call 2428|A thousand compliments on himself; nor yet 2428|The lady will excuse me for stealing love; 2428|But I must tell you that a man is free 2428|From all our cares, if he is happy; and I think 2428|And so I tell you, as in sober speech I'll tell 2428|You: for I find all human pleasures gone 2428|For bettering mankind;--And yet this truth's true; 2428|If they never can be just as they are. 2428|And, though you may say so in your own conceit 2428|And mirth, the truth you must confess to me, 2428|And therefore I will end my sad ode, 2428|And I will bid the world good-morrow; though, 2428|As for what's next, let's eat, and drink, and play, 2428|As our forefathers used, as our fore-fellows do. 2428|Then, Sir, farewell!"--The last word, or so 2428|Sir Edward said, was a broken strain; 2428|And, half as angry at the jest as they, 2428|He murmured, "You see, Sir, our friend has gone: 2428|"I wish you (did he? or did they?) good-day! 2428|And hope, in short, we may meet to confab, 2428|As we used, before we parted here, 2428|As we used, before we parted from our May." 2428|To whom, with sweet, but tender mien, the dame 2428|Thus answer'd, "You do me honor, sir! 2428|You speak with all propriety of love. 2428|It is the duty of true widows, sir, 2428|To love their husbands, and to be fond to their 2428|Ladies; and I hope, my lord, you do it too; 2428|But I think not marriage, by the Lord's leave, 2428|Is then so great a duty--you are young." 2428|He kiss'd her--"Nay, nay; it seems too true; 2428|Not love so great, but duty too, were well: 2428|If I can love--though heaven might lower me, 2428|To bless the man I never love'd, sir, 2428|I'll give my heart to him, and, I, sir, 2428|No duty can remit--nor let me die! 2428|But tell me, in such love as yours, you have, 2428|What virtue and what purity are found? 2428|Have you--or have you not, sir, as you go? 2428|And if you have, ======================================== SAMPLE 2080 ======================================== 1246|When you were just a boy, you had many wounds 1246|Aflame like flaming candles. 1246|And your lips were scarred and torn, 1246|And your hair hung in disarray. 1246|It was the autumn of your thirty years, 1246|That you came at last to live. 1246|I was not your father but--a good friend 1246|Was my father. And, when I asked, "Are you still 1246|All that you are?"--Ah, the answer came--"No." 1246|And at once the first tear filled my eyes 1246|As I wished that you were born! 1246|And I knew it by the subtle thrill of pain 1246|That clung to each word as you turned away, 1246|But you were not the father that your friend had been. 1246|You are not you, I have thought of you alone, 1246|The mother half sick with pity for you, 1246|And all too late, and full of years, and blind; 1246|The father half mad, the life on earth a lie. 1246|O mother! do not know! 1246|Why have you let me never find out why 1246|I had you when it needed me so? 1246|You have not heard of this? And what did you know? 1246|Why did you never say, "The time had come 1246|When a poor child's blood was cold"--or, "I had once 1246|A dream of my mother?" or, "Oh, do not know, 1246|My heart is broken." Surely you did not dream: 1246|What did your friend hint? What did your friend reveal? 1246|O mother, you should have known. There's no doubt, 1246|When you took me in, I could not hear nor see 1246|My own heart beating daily within my breast. 1246|I only felt the hand that would bring tears to theirs, 1246|They only said, "Poor little child!" when they said "Mother!" 1246|But they were right and they were wrong, and so 1246|It was a little wrong, and a little right, 1246|Till an end came to our love and our suffering,-- 1246|Oh, the end, and the heartbreak, and the searching. . . 1246|All my life passed away in a week of sorrow, 1246|I had known the end, and I knew it well, 1246|And I only cried, "I wonder what to do!" 1246|I never knew, as I turned away from the door. 1246|I had a child's heart in my hands, 1246|There was something in it sweet, 1246|Something that I should not have known was there 1246|But the child and I was lost together . . . 1246|Then I heard your love-call and my prayers 1246|And your prayer was answered then . . . 1246|I had so much of the past and so little of the present 1246|That I wondered why I had to cry and pray, 1246|And I would have died a hundred times, no doubt, 1246|Had I not had that little child. 1246|When I am old 1246|I fear to give it away; 1246|I'd rather have the love that died than the new life 1246|It was better than the new life. 1246|It was better, though, than the old, 1246|And the child was the new life and I. 1246|In the silence of the days 1246|She is a wild bird singing alone, 1246|She is not lonely, and no one knows: 1246|She hears the wild wind crying, too. 1246|Oh, what of that and the new life? 1246|If it is better for her, 1246|She has lost the best thing now in her, 1246|She has lost the last thing, and is going away. 1246|She is coming home: in the dark 1246|They bring her home with the winter snow, 1246|And she comes with a wreath of flowers, 1246|And a little white hand and soft, brown feet. 1246|For a little hand, a little foot, 1246|And all the years she will have tears; 1246|Tears that will not hurt or vex, ======================================== SAMPLE 2090 ======================================== 2428|The world shall go on, though he and I be one 2428|To-morrow, say, 'The world!' he say, 'No, no! 2428|You know how far we travelled, when we knew 2428|That time was coming, if no hurry found 2428|To take it.'--'O well, say, can I have it now?' 2428|'But why should I, my dear, have it then?' 2428|Oh! if so strong 'tis with a good hard dose 2428|Of all the medicines you see one on the shelf-- 2428|Oh! if, 'spite of all your care and thought, 2428|You make good money--oh! what will I be to you! 2428|If you were sure that you knew more than he 2428|In all that toilsome, tedious game? 2428|You might have found you the cure--and then 2428|Your heart would have sunk into your head: 2428|Your head would--but never heart--be clear, 2428|Because you got it--he got it--me-- 2428|While he got--oh! but--he got it--me! 2428|And this--if he knew any better thing-- 2428|He'd have--never, never dared to try. 2428|He was so proud, not feeling more, 2428|But, after a little while, forgot; 2428|But had the medicine, I forget. 2428|He would have died, the poor feller, you see. 2428|When we, or when we should, no doubt, 2428|Had, instead, taken that (still more expensive) dose. 2428|But what if, all things considered, 2428|By what we are, we're not very bad? 2428|He'd have died, and, being poor, not feeling better, 2428|He took the medicine, I forget, 2428|As well as he ought, because, no doubt, 2428|It "worked," as everybody knows. 2428|We've no time--we're not like people there-- 2428|But just go home, and--let's be good," quoth he; 2428|"You have the cure (a friend's or father's just), 2428|And we a treat--but only taste the cake." 2428|"You know," replied the gentleman, "you want 2428|The cure, don't you?" 2428|"What do you want with the cure?" said I; 2428|"So easy--what do I care the what 2428|--Let him give you his money--and then?" 2428|The gentleman--(he'd a pretty nose)-- 2428|(He looked on Mrs. S.) did not care; 2428|"I wouldn't give a silver to-day, 2428|Unless 'twas in compensation," said he. 2428|I saw (but hid the fact) a puss on a bench afield, 2428|And when I saw the puss, I saw this way: 2428|You must be very much displeased with me; 2428|You must, indeed, be very much afraid. 2428|I'll tell you, sir, 2428|I thought I saw her, sir,--(let it fall to-day) 2428|But that I wasn't very well, you understand; 2428|I think I am much obliged to you of late. 2428|I think I am much obliged to you, too, 2428|For (to begin with) I, sir, am a woman. 2428|I think I am much obliged to you, too; 2428|You say you are very sorry in my poor degree? 2428|I think I am much obliged to you. 2428|Why, you are obliged to me for no reason? 2428|Why, you are obliged to me, I tell you, for no reason! 2428|I know, indeed, I know I am not half right, 2428|I really, truly do, and so does my wife. 2428|I know, indeed, I know, I know I am not right, 2428|But you yourself must suppose I'm wrong, 2428|In the guise of a humble vase, on which 2428|I may look up with a cheerful view, 2428|And think: "Pray, what's the matter with me?" 24 ======================================== SAMPLE 2100 ======================================== 615|Holds the light horse who by fair deed was taught, 615|To be a light horse of the Sarzan land. 615|For, since not through his heart could be conveyed 615|The fatal stroke that made him fall, and fall 615|By that ill stroke which made him be, nor said 615|The king he meant to lose the worth of man. 615|His first wish was that he his son in grace 615|Should gain on him, as master and as knight, 615|Who that had won his lady's grace and pride, 615|And done what every power of man could do. 615|"That he for him should conquer on the field, 615|Let every valiant cavalier undertake, 615|And on the morrow strive with the king to yield; 615|So will I all, nor ask the smallest part. 615|Orlando, who with you, in your desire, 615|Is bent on having as knight his friend, 615|And is not slow to bend his every limb, 615|If he my will that you in me provide, 615|And be with me a foot and hand as well, 615|Who think and do what reason bids them do, 615|And with you, if in the end I should be dead, 615|I shall not live my life as evermore! 615|"Orlando, of what use to speak I see, 615|Since he, to win my favour, has forgot 615|My name, as if I were some other's foe; 615|For me, of worth that you have heard or knew 615|Nothing whatever I have made his own, 615|Who am in love with him, if I deserve, 615|To hear or see; I know not which to grant. 615|If yet with us the Moor be found most fair, 615|That he the noble one is, I am resolved, 615|But I will let him know that I am here, 615|As well as by what course I will be gone. 615|"You see my gentle aspect, have the skill 615|And wit, which you desire, how can you guess? 615|I mean of my good name, which now was born 615|With all those other wreaths it is now lost. 615|And you, who will behold me be forlorn, 615|That for my sake as well you know amiss, 615|Be pleased to see me, let me by your side, 615|Albeit you me to shame have made a foe; 615|And know that it was we who gave him arms, 615|And by his favour him a throne enjoyed. 615|"So that, my lord, in you my heart shall be 615|Deemed evermore my dearest comfort, 615|And shall receive the kind regard of all, 615|Thou, if I well my folly or my good 615|Have detected, thou wilt blame not me; 615|As well your daughter, if you think me right, 615|And, if not, I shall my folly repay. 615|But if, with reason and with judgement, ye 615|Refuse to let me on this journey ride, 615|I will not wrong thy holy faith and fealty. 615|"Not only I, nor any of my peers, 615|Shall hither make this journey; but will go 615|To bear you message, if you in safety are. 615|Thence to return again, with me to steer, 615|Whence hither hasted you; for no man now 615|Thinks that sail has been in all the year: 615|And this, so well I saw and thus was told, 615|With true content so far shall me be taught. 615|"If I the crown and sceptre of your crown 615|May yet possess, and such as I believe 615|To be divine, as sure it is I hold, 615|To see great elephants, and nought beside 615|But white snow, I will by them convey my heart, 615|Nor think that I might haply live without.' 615|The other answered: `But I to you consign 615|My lady, and my lady's child, should be 615|As well content, as he for love may live. 615|"To-morrow, if they do desire me more, 615|I will, they say, return and find you good 615|And all your faith before inveigle; 615|But as for you I know not if of me 615|Ye shall believe, that such my ======================================== SAMPLE 2110 ======================================== 1365|That all the world was ready then for the same, 1365|And the old world, once more, the same were to see. 1365|To-day the earth, too, is all the world without 1365|The sun's peculiar ray and the moon's light. 1365|All the hills and valleys, the rocks and caves, 1365|Are ours; and the lakes and marshes, and streams 1365|That run in rivers by the lakes and seas, 1365|Are ours too, and the plains, and the mountains here 1365|That hide in themselves the hidden hills of the hills, 1365|Are ours too. The river and the lake 1365|That rush up by the swift river of the world, 1365|Are ours; and the sea-cliffs, with forests over- 1365|strown, and they of the mountains in the sky, 1365|And the land by the deep ocean in the sky, 1365|Are ours, and all, and by God and by man 1365|Are we not as great and rich as any one? 1365|Yea, in our breast we are as great and rich 1365|As any one. But there is aught more low, 1365|And it is a shame, and it is a shame yet more, 1365|When every man of us, in his heart, is a-smiling 1365|And every woman is a-smiling and gay 1365|And every song that we sing flows like the tide. 1365|"Give her to me," we sing, "give her to me!" 1365|We sing it with an utterance half absurd, 1365|And the sweet music, sweetly, with an utterance, 1365|Takes the form of words; but our very words 1365|Are forms, as beautiful in their mockery 1365|As words themselves. "Give her to me." 1365|If it be a sin 1365|To love and listen while she sings and dances, 1365|"If it be a sin to look and smile without her, 1365|"If it be a sin to let the music fill my brain, 1365|"If it be a sin to make my heart too tender, 1365|"If it be a sin to love her, and not all men dare, 1365|"Or do I count it a sin not to be her lover?" 1365|"Oh! but the eyes that see the glory of God, 1365|"Are the eyes that see the Lord alone. 1365|"If it be a sin to say unto a woman, 1365|"If it be a sin to say to man alone, 1365|"Oh that the Lord would turn and love me awhile, 1365|"And give me his heart, and leave his soul for mine; 1365|"I would not ask for anything in return,-- 1365|"Not gold nor purple, nor what mighty men 1365|"Shall build me a city unto the stars, 1365|"Or hallow earth, or lay them down in glory, 1365|"And I would not ask nothing in return, but rise, 1365|"And to my God I would make known my love, 1365|"Through the blind years that are for ever pending, 1365|"With the voice of all the ages in its bidding,-- 1365|"Give me her! I do not know 1365|What the life unto my heart may hold, 1365|"But I know that it shall have within it 1365|Only the life, and God's love, and love of Him, 1365|And the infinite praise and beauty of all space, 1365|And the infinite power of all light and life and love!" 1365|But he, like a poet that sings alone, 1365|He heard her; and, with his eyes half-closed, 1365|He sat a-dreaming, with his eyes, I say, 1365|Shut for a season, till her voice again 1365|Sang, and his whole soul, a-fierce, like her, 1365|Throbbed and rejoiced and thrilled and thrilled again! 1365|And it was she! My love is she! Now, now, 1365|The song is over! The song is done, 1365|Her lips, once trembling, tremble, too! 1365|The song is ended. Let ======================================== SAMPLE 2120 ======================================== 19385|The blithe wi' your lassies, 19385|I 'm like to be 'neath the green shaw. 19385|How long shall I be pausing, 19385|To bid your gude welcome, 19385|While you bid me welcome? 19385|How long shall I be pausing, 19385|To bid your gude welcome, 19385|When we 're pausing, 19385|To bid your gude welcome? 19385|Thou lave'st me a weary lot, 19385|And cruel a' the while, I trow; 19385|But now's the time for me to arm 19385|For when 's my welcome, throu'ther. 19385|Thy bairn 's the lad that was lost; 19385|My bairn lies in manger cold; 19385|My bairn bears a mother's name! 19385|The wretch that takes my bairn bears, 19385|My bairn bears the name of Mary. 19385|I wish you no mair in the night 19385|Ye 'll waste on your folly down, 19385|And, weary at the worst, it is true, 19385|My bairn is aye nane o' the wiles. 19385|Thou luv'st the lad that is lost; 19385|Thy bairn bears the name of Mary! 19385|Thou hast lost a bonnie face, 19385|Where is the spotless hand, 19385|Where is the charm of womanly grace, 19385|And where the kind and the sweet? 19385|What is the hand that 'neath the daisies smiled, 19385|Where is the face that was the bonnie bonniest, 19385|That 's been my bonnie bonniest? 19385|'Twas when the daisies open' shone, 19385|That I took the first kiss on the bonny bonny, 19385|An' that's my bonnie bonny. 19385|The daffodils in charms are gay, 19385|The peacocks don their flying gear; 19385|O that the summer they might know, 19385|They 're a' as welcome to me. 19385|But they 're wont to be gentle maids, 19385|Their smiles to me are sweet and blue; 19385|An' if they be but half as fair 19385|As aught on earth beside can be, 19385|They 've no more worth to me. 19385|The lark's wild sounds are sweet to me, 19385|That oft were heard on summer bowers; 19385|I never heard him before, 19385|Nor will at morning, noon, and night; 19385|For he is but seldom dear, 19385|When morning comes I 'll be forgot. 19385|The lark, I love to hear him sing, 19385|It soothes my heart that 's like to sing; 19385|Oh! he has been an inmate dear 19385|My bosom all this weary time; 19385|He has been long in my view and sung 19385|The song all summer that's sung; 19385|Yet I sing no more at morning and noon, 19385|And I 'll be forgot. 19385|The sun is so bright, and the birds so gay, 19385|I wish each night could last all the year; 19385|Yet for summer's pleasure all the summer's long 19385|I wish I knew a kiss like hersel'. 19385|I long to touch her golden tresses down, 19385|Though by their beauty I 've entwined them, 19385|And when I look in the mirror, I swear 19385|I should love them both for the same. 19385|For I never look in the mirror in vain 19385|To know that her eyes are as blue as heaven, 19385|And the smile that they wear is as gay as angels' 19385|And they never wear smiles till they kiss. 19385|"She is so fair and I love her so dearly." 19385|The fair Dame is the pride and the light 19385|Of her high, stately, and noble land; 19385|I cannot but think how the wail of the war 19385|Would echo in her dark and handsome tower. 19385 ======================================== SAMPLE 2130 ======================================== 8792|So much the more that we the more are known 8792|Through thee, for to this height thou conducest." 8792|Thus with soft address, and such dispatch 8792|Of matters, as might suggest a friend 8792|Mutual, we now had left him, pressing on 8792|Along the narrow space, when thus the sage 8792|Made trial of our speed. "So passeth one, 8792|Two take we, and one needs must thumb them both. 8792|One must run through the Kossoian wilderness 8792|To see the Kossoian, one must wander through 8792|The Sionian vales and Sionian meads. 8792|Even so one half our body must be seen 8792|In one short space. But who art thou, that speakest 8792|In words that sting so far as sense doth fold? 8792|Go thy way; and in the Kossoian see 8792|What grief my bosom doth utter here. 8792|Take we then such for thy companion, such 8792|As best becomes thee, loosing thine own skin 8792|In th' embrace. If he comes nigh us, and 8792|Our leader, Mark, art seeming suddenly 8792|To pass us, to Autonas his ire fill'd; 8792|And thence if Soldan Polites molested, 8792|We to Galan Simply replied, 'Turn, 8792|And run not there;' and he was goodly nam'd 8792|Then, who epitomies the founder of 8792|The house that pitying Pan is outwardly." 8792|So saying, on we came, and bent our steps 8792|To where the people's steps areate the ground. 8792|HIS limbs in haste to help us Mincius fell, 8792|But in us quickly added more buoyancy. 8792|Not unseen of him our gentle father plac'd 8792|Within our view, and uttering calliope 8792|To him with speed all placéd words he uttak'd. 8792|When we were mov'd towards him with affright 8792|My Guide and I, he thus with tidings suade 8792|ScARCE BOOK-MEN DISCERNE: "Now, son! set off; and whither 8792|Run if thou wish to go, up the high road, 8792|Which to the sight of man is unreached." 8792|So spake our youthful FPID; to him I spake. 8792|He in part provided succour, and in part 8792|Addrest, as pleas'd him, day by day, that folk 8792|Should not o'ertake us, saying, that among them 8792|He should go on WITHOUT OBJECTION. 8792|Now he withdrew us to a place secure, 8792|Where neither heat nor cold pervade, but so 8792|Inviter'n that at no distance meet we. 8792|Now on we journey'd through the night, with mind 8792|On just observance to all living things, 8792|Measuring our hoofs with constant pencilled planks. 8792|The wheels with waxen nails upon the road 8792|Trac'd, measuring, and color'd likewise we; 8792|Nor was this work unappeaseingly toil'd. 8792|On the third dawn, as we were walking, hearsay 8792|Came to us, with ingratiCed report, 8792|That two of our company have transverse been 8792|From Natridge to the Cape of Good Hope. 8792|To him-wards we pass'd; for to him were known 8792|All who transverse have hazarded to ascend. 8792|To him-ward we then tack'd, and clamor'd loud 8792|That all who transverse have harassed should know 8792|Our future track; and, in his own keeping, 8792|Him-ward we wound. His tidings to our hearts 8792|Befit, well becalm'd our evils. Then each 8792|Pour'd forth the fervid tear, and each emblem 8792|Cannibalised of his woe. Sourly we part 8792|(I however, as a curb salutary, 8792|Lest spilling of the secret should envy) ======================================== SAMPLE 2140 ======================================== May he never reach the great King's head, 1304|By night or day, 1304|For he is but a little child.' 1304|And the King spake, 'Yea, I have made him mine, 1304|And he shall not return again.' 1304|And the King looked in his face, and saw 1304|The little one trembling and sad, 1304|And his tears brimmed up with melted hair 1304|And the grief of his heart was broken, 1304|And a smile was in his sad eyes. 1304|Then said the King, 'I shall reward the one 1304|Thy joy with another's grief; 1304|For my own joy, it was more than I 1304|Or any other could have; 1304|And my own grief shall be the woe 1304|Of the little one I have lost.' 1304|And the King's smile was full of glad cold joy 1304|As his hand upon his heart he laid; 1304|And he mused like a stricken houseless man, 1304|'And is there not in my realm a King?' 1304|The King sat by the royal steed; 1304|His face was pale, and blood was in his face, 1304|And he said, 'Now now, my child, is it you, 1304|How, under the greenwood tree, hath the King 1304|Seemed to forsake him? 1304|'Ah that he wold return to me! 1304|And set me free again! 1304|But he will never come. 1304|'And the steed sits silent at the window, 1304|Yet seems to say there is no King 1304|And no King's cry of grief. 1304|My King is dead: 1304|He is not dead in the greenwood tree, 1304|But dead on the greenwood tree.' 1304|And the King's child was quiet at her King; 1304|And the steed sat silent for her sake 1304|That she might rest her heavy head 1304|In the cool greenwood shade. 1304|'The steed will never come: 1304|He has gone through death's dread noon 1304|To the dark land of death and woe.' 1304|She bowed her head as she sat at play, 1304|Her child's heart was in her breast: 1304|Her child's heart was in her breast: 1304|And she wept, and said she should be comforted, 1304|And the child wept, and wept to know 1304|The cruel thing was near. 1304|'Thou shouldst have died, my little one, to-night, 1304|And left him at the greenwood tree; 1304|And he would have cried to die: 1304|Ah, no! the cruel thing is past; 1304|Thou canst not come again!' 1304|WHEN I was on the Home returning, 1304|I heard the cry of a wandering child; 1304|It was like water that murmurs beneath, 1304|And it sobbed like Aurora from the sea: 1304|But when it came unto the holy feet, 1304|And raised its little hands to the sky, 1304|I cried, 'O blessed thing, O sacred Star, 1304|O lovely beacon, my God!' 1304|And I saw her, and her little feet 1304|Nestled in the rose-wreathed grass, 1304|And a hand was on her shoulder--and she 1304|Pushed not back with a cry of 'Mother!' 1304|For all her little hands were cold. 1304|THE old woman who lives in the shade 1304|With the cactus-leaves is beautiful; 1304|And for the eyes that once wept so 1304|She will tell us a tale of woe 1304|Some day in the West Country. 1304|O'ER what sea and barren rock, 1304|By what dreary road, 1304|By what country man 1304|Has come a little boy 1304|With gentle words, and kisses fair? 1304|Under what roof 1304|Has come that child of grace, 1304|With sunny hair, and smiling face? 1304|It is so very long-- 1304|So very fair-- ======================================== SAMPLE 2150 ======================================== 21003|We had been too dear a friend to lose; 21003|But as I lay in my last grave, 21003|It seemed as if I could not be. 21003|If in my sleep I heard the fall 21003|Of footsteps to and fro so near-- 21003|How could I stay?--no sound it made, 21003|I lay so wide awake for a space. 21003|And the last sound that was heard or heard 21003|I only vaguely could distinguish 21003|As, with my hand in mine, I shook 21003|Of the last corse of the one I loved, 21003|Then turned mine eyes to the distant scene, 21003|And thought, 'Oh, God! it cannot be long.' 21003|"But all that was done, and the last word 21003|I spoke was the word to forget, 21003|And I felt that my body had 21003|Never, since its loathing began, 21003|Owned more profoundness of happiness. 21003|"What, did I say, was done? Well, yes; 21003|But, in that moment of doubt and fear, 21003|I knew the whole course of life would be 21003|With our three children--two of us--dead. 21003|"My faith was unshaken, my hope high, 21003|I never lost my own heart the while; 21003|And it seemed very certain with God 21003|That I might live, they both were mine. 21003|"But then the death that all but broke 21003|Their mother came to my side just then 21003|She prayed for me with all her might. 21003|No one else had left the house but I, 21003|But then she cried, 'My mother, be strong-- 21003|'Take me, oh, take me in thine arms, 21003|'Take me, and keep me and love me still! 21003|'Oh love me, take me, take me now!' 21003|The night came down. Oh, I did not know 21003|I had so much life in me that night. 21003|"And then when the last of their play came 21003|And I had turned a long pale pale pale, 21003|She spoke with all her might, 'Come back, 21003|My child, come back!' and she did. 21003|I could have cried 'Where are they, father? 21003|'They were all for me, at least-- 21003|They'd give me all I wanted then; 21003|'What's so good, then, my mother? 21003|'Why, they've only left me these clothes; 21003|My mother and sister's gone away; 21003|My brother and my father too. 21003|'"Ah, God! how would my life 21003|Be all upside down--like a house! 21003|The very worst I could have feared!" 21003|'I thought my life would break at last, 21003|But, in truth, my heart was so light 21003|That love was a strong strong arm, 21003|And all the while that they had been dead 21003|I had no cause for a tear.' 21003|"The time is up; no more can be-- 21003|I am going away. 21003|I'll take my cross to the river-side, 21003|And I will stand upon the beach 21003|And I will kiss my Mary, my love! 21003|I will come back when the cold rain drops, 21003|And at night when the light sleet whips 21003|Come in on the road; and then I know 21003|I shall see you always, and be glad!" 21003|"The sun shall climb the distant height 21003|Where the old ships sail to fight again; 21003|But now as I stand at the last 21003|That I saw you I feel that I see 21003|The sun again shine on the sea, 21003|Where never ships sail in the dark-- 21003|They are coming back to the dark." 21003|"But, my boy, how will it be like home, 21003|When we are far from the light and sea, 21003|And we hear no more of the ships that sail 21003|To fight, and the fighting always there? 21003|Oh, what will Mary think of ======================================== SAMPLE 2160 ======================================== 27333|What's a mother's heart to us?--we have done with it in a breath, 27333|For we never were taught to love, for we're not taught now to love. 27333|No, we will be content with a little love and then pass on. 27333|And we are not going to leave you--we will never leave you. 27333|We'll talk and chatter and play at the play that we're having 27333|All at the farm house and on the lawn, at the river and the 27333|fenced house where the water's cool, where the grass is thick and 27333|frequent--and where the hay is always coming with the 27333|breast-end in a pile. 27333|We will go to the store together, and we will laugh and 27333|feign to pity each other as we cheat and jest, and we'll 27333|greet and make a play with the mirror and the picture on the 27333|speaker, and the voice of John Smith, and the song that is 27333|going on under our breath. 27333|And the children will come to the door when day breaks, and they 27333|will laugh and prattle and boggle and blunder and chatter and 27333|blaspheme us, and we'll all lie in a huddle and stare and 27333|greet ourselves as out of hearing or sight. 27333|But a year from now, long, long ago, at the turn of the 27333|year, we'll both be gone from the farm and the children will be 27333|alone, and we'll hear her calling us under our breath, and we 27333|will know that she is not here. 27333|And we'll talk and chatter and play at the play that we're 27333|having, and we'll never come back to the old farm house, 27333|but we'll always be together in the house, through its 27333|long black years of forgetfulness and sorrow, through its 27333|long white joy. 27333|We'll sit in the fire-light and hold hands on the hearth and 27333|laugh and prattle at each other in the darkness, and we 27333|all know it--but we'll remember each other, and we'll 27333|never forget! 27336|_All rights reserved._ 27336|_I would like to thank the late Professor J.F.A. for permission to 27336|use the picture of "The Three Little Pigs," 27336|and for the use of the text, "Hippolytus and the Twelve 27336|Little Pigs," published in 1899, which I have had the honor of 27336|regarding in my work. 27336|_All rights reserved_ 27336|I had been busy with an essay to be presented at the Society's 27336|In the summer of 1888, while in private practice I took special 27336|It is important to know the rules in every case, because in the very 27336|_All rights reserved_ 27336|The first line is essential. Do not use the punctuation or case 27336|unfortunately to be broken. The following lines are also 27336|_All rights reserved_ 27336|_The Author reserves the copyright to his own work to_ 27336|_Illustrated with aillustrative type._ 27336|"In this beautiful volume you will find an invaluable contribution to 27336|contemporary poetry."--_Sunday Journal_. 27336|"This is an invaluable addition to our store."--_Christian Century._ 27336|_Here are explanations of the rules and practices of the game._ 27336|I have a secret to tell you, dear; 27336|One that I do not wish to tell to you; 27336|Dear, I am proud to tell it to you. 27336|I know that to tell it to you would be wrong, 27336|For I have learned it all my life. 27336|And I would rather tell it to you, dear, 27336|Than tell it to myself alone. 27336|I have a secret to tell you, dear, 27336|And it is not going to sound well; 27336|And I would rather tell it to you, dear 27336|Than tell you to myself alone. 27336|That secret that you have kept so well, 27336|I would be glad to tell you to you 27336|If I can help it, or you ======================================== SAMPLE 2170 ======================================== 8187|"If you do not come, your friends and I will go, 8187|"And bury in the woods my body." 8187|The sad-eyed maiden, now, 8187|Look'd pale as any ghost, 8187|And thus answered in despair, 8187|As at the word she said, 8187|That last and solemn word--"No!"-- 8187|That word her mind so tortured, 8187|That last and solemn word--"No!" 8187|The maiden said--but still, 8187|'Twas silent in the grave-- 8187|And if such breath e'er stirred there, 8187|'Twas as if there floated never, 8187|An air of melancholy, 8187|To say the worst--"No!"--"No!" 8187|"That night I slept on a bank 8187|"Of the hill of Moab, whose summit, 8187|"When the night-glimmering moon 8187|"Hung far behind, and the sun 8187|"Made the light that fell from heaven 8187|"Tinged his mantle of stars so bright, 8187|"That every moon and star 8187|"Seemed a ray enlacing each 8187|"From thy dark, dark robes' shade, 8187|"To the gleaming robe that he wore, 8187|"And mingled, mingling all: 8187|"And he glittered there, by the fire, 8187|"When I lay close at his side, 8187|"While he spoke but the words _one_-- 8187|"When he spoke but the words _one_-- 8187|"Oh, what is a _message_ then? 8187|"What is my _last_--my "one last_-- 8187|"If you will be my last, my sweet, 8187|"My 'FATHER, 'fATHER,' trust me 8187|"When I am buried in weeds 8187|"Of yesterday 's with thee, 8187|"What is _me_, the soul of me? 8187|"All of the days, each and all, 8187|"That since my life began 8187|"Had they together been turned 8187|"One moment into one? 8187|"The _one_ day was my night, 8187|"My morning was my morn; 8187|"The _morrow_ shall be, mine, too, 8187|"The _right_ day for my _night_ here. 8187|"Then come, my _FATHER_, let us fly 8187|"To the _right_ day, and thus we shall 8187|"See, love, how this moon's bright rays 8187|"Are blended, on each separate tide, 8187|"All in the moon, and each in thee!" 8187|As thus she spoke, the moon was seen 8187|'Mongst those stars like glancing rays, 8187|And the maiden with her lips, all rosy, 8187|Felt the warm light pour from those orbs divine. 8187|But when the moon beheld that smile 8187|On that fair face _on whom_ she gazed, 8187|Then, when no answer seemed to fall, 8187|She said, "A kiss is all I prove." 8187|When the kiss was done, 'twas known, 8187|As the maiden took her _right_ way, 8187|She saw no moon among the stars 8187|So warm as shone on her face, 8187|And sighed till she could feel her heart 8187|Burst into a thousand pieces. 8187|And saying thus, she gave a kiss-- 8187|"No, no, like _three_, oh, that is _one_! 8187|"Come _one_, _one_, like the moon I pray, 8187|"And tell, a kiss is all I owe!" 8187|And soon as that kiss came upon 8187|Her brow the moon was lit the brighter; 8187|And still as the moon rose o'er her face 8187|Its beams into her eyes were given. 8187|And now the _fondling_--her name 8187|Dissimulated from young to old, 8187|As from the _blessed children_ all, 8 ======================================== SAMPLE 2180 ======================================== 8187|"For _he_," she waltzed in a lovely way. 8187|And then with a look of _meek_ mirth-- 8187|She could not help but look at him, 8187|And ask him, did he look as sweet 8187|As sweet her own lips, when met, she knew, 8187|"For _he wasn't_," said she;--"and so, 8187|"I'm sure he won't be so-so," said he, 8187|"For _you_ are not so-so--but _I_ 8187|I'll have all round you ever I can." 8187|Thus, in the summer time,--so dear 8187|To all this fair flower of girls-- 8187|They met as lovers; and her name 8187|Was Rachel; and his was George, 8187|His youngest son, and the darling 8187|Of his soul: while, though his birth no hint 8187|Had we to fear, George was--a thief! 8187|His father was as wise as he, 8187|As beautiful as he was true; 8187|They lived in ease and luxury, 8187|And left no love to their mother, 8187|And every day, with the brightest gem 8187|Of their youth shining in sight, 8187|This sweetest, sweetest of young maids 8187|Was given in wedlock, this little child 8187|Had been born to the man who steals. 8187|With a smile on love and truth grown true, 8187|They loved one another from the day 8187|When, thro' life's busy world and strife, 8187|Their heart was torn and their soul had sown 8187|In a sad, sweet, innocent strife 8187|As two sweet souls had kissed, and died. 8187|And now his father had no wealth; 8187|His heart was tender and true, 8187|Nor his own strength could serve him to the fray 8187|Or keep him safe on the field where he stood, 8187|Or defend him from the foeman or foe. 8187|Yet, tho' poor, he gave his heart and soul 8187|To the love-sick girl's best beloved-- 8187|And oftentimes he strove, with all his might, 8187|With her hopes to hold them as his own;-- 8187|And when the proudest and proudest in arms, 8187|And though young, seemed most like a dream come true, 8187|His very heart could tell their worth, 8187|And cry, "'Tis worth the while." 8187|Thus, all the summer long, the pair, 8187|As the light of love shines forth at night, 8187|Would play about in a fairy-haunted way, 8187|And talk and smile and rove and drink and eat, 8187|And watch the stars when stars rise early, 8187|And talk and smile and drink and eat, 8187|And watch the stars when they rise early. 8187|And when the night was almost gone, 8187|And evening came to stay their feet, 8187|As happy, so richly blest, 8187|As the sun's rose glitters now. 8187|Oh! 'twas a time sublime! 8187|Tho' the moonlight's golden glory 8187|Had not been turned into splendor, 8187|Of this love-sick world of ours. 8187|For, thro' each thought was a spark 8187|Of the heaven-scented musk, 8187|Of this world above, where a kiss 8187|Is but a thousandth of that! 8187|Such a time was there, all night, 8187|When the heart had visions bright, 8187|Of hearts as pure as love's own birth, 8187|Of hearts as true as love's own skies. 8187|And the young girl, who knew her youth, 8187|With the warm smile that knew her age, 8187|Would talk to herself over wine, 8187|While this young love's eyes like rainbows 8187|Of their heaven, and his youth, like flowers, 8187|Of his heart were peeping round. 8187|Then to the hearth beneath his tree 8187|She would whisper sweet dreams to him,-- 8187| ======================================== SAMPLE 2190 ======================================== 19226|As I lay awake, I saw 19226|Loud laughter in the roof-- 19226|Pleasant words, good-night; 19226|Glad voices, but with tears 19226|Deep in the eyes and brows; 19226|Bold words of longing; 19226|And a sigh!--and I know 19226|That she thought to see 19226|When she opened the door. 19226|The night is past as he can tell-- 19226|And the clouds that were white 19226|As he stood to behold 19226|Are burned to red with the red death-fire 19226|Which has fallen on every shore. 19226|And the stars are gone, the stars, 19226|And the moon is hidden in space, 19226|And every hill is in the grey, 19226|And winds have died, and the grey grass dies, 19226|And men are silent, and silent dead, 19226|And men cannot talk! 19226|Men cannot talk! 19226|And what do you think of their eyes, 19226|Their dark eyes? 19226|How they glistened and gleamed! 19226|Their faint heart! 19226|How they came down upon you like rain, 19226|And how they have been there ever since 19226|Though you have been weeping, I do not tell! 19226|But the world is quiet, and still, and still, 19226|And there is never a voice 19226|From the light you knew 19226|Through the silence which lies to your ear 19226|E'er like the music that's heard no more! 19226|The sea will lie as deep as when it was first seen 19226|O 19226|O sea! it is past the foam, the drift, 19226|The spray, and the wave, and the shore; 19226|But it is not dead! 19226|And its light shines over the grave, 19226|As it shone on your face, 19226|And its silent waves are heard 19226|Still by the shore, on the sea. 19226|What is it that is lying there, 19226|As though it had only stood? 19226|Is it the old, old, old man 19226|Whom you watched at the fore! 19226|Or is it a young girl 19226|That you used to watch 19226|When the wind blew from her right 19226|And the waves were cold as stone? 19226|"And what," said the grey sea wind, 19226|"Do you think the old man's dead?" 19226|And the waves rose high, and the wind sighed low, 19226|And the tide came in and went out again, 19226|But there's not a breath, 19226|And the grey sea wind 19226|Never lingered on the shore, 19226|And never a voice was heard 19226|For the cry "Ah!" 19226|And a silence fell on the sea, 19226|And a shadow stood on the sands, 19226|As they saw the grey sea wave 19226|Lay silent down; 19226|Then a voice from out the depths 19226|Came out of the depths-- 19226|"And what do they think of it all, pray, 19226|When the sea is so silent now?" 19226|And a voice from out the waves 19226|Came out of the waves-- 19226|"And in spite of all, there is a light 19226|From the light that is shed, 19226|For the sea will lie down deep 19226|Until the world be grey" 19226|And in spite of all, 19226|The sun will shine out on the sea, 19226|That lies silent and still, 19226|For the sun will go out on the sea, 19226|In spite of all its noise. 19226|And a voice from out the wave 19226|Came out of the wave-- 19226|"And ah, what do they think of it all, pray?" 19226|And the sea lay flat, 19226|And a voice from out the wave 19226|Came out of the wave-- 19226|"And the world is dark and empty, and bare, 19226|And the sunlit sea 19226|Is a waste to-day, 19226|And the grey sea ======================================== SAMPLE 2200 ======================================== 1287|The old man's heart-strings tingled in his breast, 1287|"And who art thou, that speakest to me? 1287|Tell me what it is I fear!" 1287|The youth of fair Ausonia! 1287|'Tis the youth of fair Ausonia, 1287|Who the fairest maiden fair hath wove; 1287|Her voice has struck the maiden's soul. 1287|"O love, the maiden's song, 1287|In what fair shape thou standest? 1287|With thy fair arms folded, 1287|What shapes are those in arms' while 1287|Thou wavest round the maiden's waist? 1287|Whose are those actions, 1287|Those actions of thy hand? 1287|What are those actions, 1287|And what actions themselves?" 1287|The maiden's spirit stood still, 1287|Her hand the maiden's soft bosom felt, 1287|As o'er it her spirit moved. 1287|And thus she spoke: 1287|"From henceforth, 1287|And ever, 1287|From henceforth, no longer wilt thou lie for me! 1287|I'm the maiden, O mine own, 1287|Whom thou lov'st with love's lightest breath, 1287|Thyself with fire is glowing! 1287|For thy good deeds I'll ever love thee still, 1287|Thou art mine! and so shall be mine! 1287|For my love's sake, 1287|Come hither, 1287|And leave thy palace to a maid of mine, 1287|The daughter of a king divine, 1287|And to my will obey, and I'se be thine. 1287|"Come hither, 1287|And hide 1287|In yonder forest, 1287|Whatso e'er thou doest, 1287|So 'twill ne'er disturb 1287|Our bliss in the sky, 1287|And ruin the maiden's heart, 1287|And spoil the maiden's flower. 1287|Come hither, 1287|And thou shalt think 1287|The night is fair, and the day is good. 1287|Why does love, in darkness and in sleep, 1287|Move about them like the light of morn? 1287|And whence, ah! why why can love move so fast? 1287|Why does it ever leave a widow's heart? 1287|When, in this dark night, it shall arise 1287|And come to its mistress' side again. 1287|Oh, why does this wild nymph her love delay, 1287|While she stands motionless and helpless here? 1287|For she, alas! in dark solitude, 1287|Is not loved, she is not loved at all! 1287|"The youth who once my love may hear 1287|Alike in the forest dwells, 1287|For whose fair form, through mine ear, 1287|In a thousand forms I hear. 1287|And with the sound he turns his head, 1287|All drenched in dew lies his lip, 1287|Like a spring from the meadows rolled, 1287|His locks his wrath, love, or dread. 1287|In one he'll lie, in another, 1287|And for a third will be lost. 1287|Who with a single kiss will win 1287|My heart, my soul, and all above? 1287|"Ah, what a noise there is in Thetis' meadow, 1287|When the cows are all on the wing, 1287|And a flock is gathering in Thetis' meadow, 1287|And a flock is gathering there. 1287|I heard, I heard--but with awe, 1287|I cannot perceive what might I see; 1287|'Tis not a herd, or a flock, 1287|That I heard, at the meadow's verge. 1287|"He, in the meadows, is lying, 1287|And he, beneath the sky, 1287|Is a young girl, with a bird by her, 1287|Whom I never have seen heretofore! 1287|Oft of one I've heard it say, 1287|'We love, we love, we both love so.' 1287|In yonder meadow ======================================== SAMPLE 2210 ======================================== 19385|Away the auld grey mare with her load of grief, 19385|And braid her loose kerchiefs to the wind; 19385|The sinner, on the brink of heaven, who made 19385|The wan-cheek'd frown that frown'd upon her face-- 19385|With a soft smile she smiled on him, and said-- 19385|'I'll not be blamed! I'll not be blamed! 19385|Alas! how I did sin! 19385|Alas! I canna think 19385|That sinners can be cursed, 19385|Nor that God's curse could be 19385|So light on _you_, thou vile, 19385|And such as you, to _mine_ would be. 19385|But you, it seems, have lost your way; 19385|And, oh! for my poor mare's pain, 19385|I'll bear you home the way you came; 19385|My curse upon your head is made-- 19385|I will never, never, never speak 19385|That curse again on _you_ for ever. 19385|And though you take me to the waste, 19385|And cast me down upon the sward, 19385|No curse on me can be laid-- 19385|I wot 'tis well enough, I wot 19385|'Twas your fault you made me curse that mare.' 19385|"Awa! ye hills, and mountains, and sands, 19385|And dales, and caverns of the heart, 19385|That lie between the earth and heaven, 19385|Are but a glassy, empty bowl, 19385|Where Life, when she once has had her fill 19385|Of waking, can but dream and toil 19385|About that empty breast of hers. 19385|She'll come again in spring-time, when 19385|The green is blushing, the heart is furled 19385|With roses of rapture and delight; 19385|And in the hour of midnight white 19385|She will come with her golden sun, 19385|Whose lovely face is a morning's mirror, 19385|In whose light her rose-hair'd maids 19385|May, as in love's rapture-wreaths, behold 19385|"And when she comes the way of spring 19385|Is a long, long path that crumbles down 19385|And leaves no trace behind, 19385|Only old autumn's withering rime, 19385|And autumn's winds of winter wither'd, 19385|And the last drops have still'd the fountain. 19385|"And when she comes the way of sweet, 19385|The last gleam is of her blue eyes, 19385|And the last sound is her sweet laugh. 19385|And the last memory the old mare 19385|Of the days of her youth will recall, 19385|And say--'The way goes up, the way goes down 19385|But the hours that I have wasted on it 19385|Have not led me any farther than it,-- 19385|But I've seen a great many mares, I am told, 19385|Dry-head'd for life, and dying in the dark.' 19385|"And when she comes the time of peace, 19385|It is a long road in a dusty land, 19385|Where oft, in summer, I have missed 19385|The scent of rose upon the tree; 19385|And oft, in autumn, the white cloud 19385|Has hung 'mid snow, and sometimes hung 19385|Hanging a horse's head, white and white, 19385|Or hung a pike's head, white and gray, 19385|To hold my shawl, if it should break. 19385|"And when she lies beneath the shade, 19385|Where once my trotting horse has stood, 19385|It is a long road in a dusty land, 19385|Where oft I've been slow, and cursed him 19385|Because he trot'd behind me, fast. 19385|And there, where many a dusty stage 19385|Of glory waits its monarch's feet, 19385|My queen's grey mare lies, half grey, 19385|And white against the air. 19385|"And when she lies that I may see 19385|The last and last last farewell ======================================== SAMPLE 2220 ======================================== 8795|Heard not. So the light, that came from above, 8795|Retained its own shape and image, even as he, 8795|Even as thou art, still liveth in thy looks. 8795|And if the love of others make thee grieve, 8795|Or else the not matching of thy wealth, 8795|Me thinketh few will fail to see the cause, 8795|And why: for behold the covetous, who 8795|Control themselves more zealous than the rest, 8795|Have much the greater number, thus the scale 8795|Of happinesse weighs in Dante's favor. 8795|"What reason here aprehendeth not?" 8795|Began the bard, bowing reverentially. 8795|And he reproved them not, that seem'd offended, 8795|And bade me declare what next behooves. 8795|The city, that vast mass at a distance 8795|Looks, like a cloudy scene before a flame, 8795|And from afar it seems to me like cloud 8795|Beneath a clear sky: then as the sanguine stream 8795|Forth issuing, shows the multiplicity 8795|And all the minend of its transgression, 8795|So down it fell, by its own force provoked, 8795|At th' other side, towards the rivulets, 8795|That from the sea take their current for a road. 8795|Thomonz! pity him, who thy petition 8795|Defraudes! and spare those drops of precious blood, 8795|That, flowing but from elders, puissant men, 8795|That day should certainly be shed on Lart, 8795|And on Famagosta, and on Verde, and 8795|On every Harz. O love and mercy! now 8795|Is there no tripartite mercifulness, 8795|No just exchange of argument, since wrong 8795|Swells in the church? Ye sons of Dasa, say, 8795|Who in your church ye martial, and who in none, 8795|Save he who heads it, are ignorant and blind, 8795|Supposing that your great father Origilla, 8795|Your very echo, and yourself so much 8795|His mirror, vouchsafe to answer for yourselves. 8795|Your custom is, to abstain from Christian kind, 8795|And to respect the sects; and therefore ye, 8795|Baptiz'd, stand in good prospect of decease, 8795|If ye propound no novelty in the faith, 8795|New, and of such force, as must disperse quickly, 8795|Like the pollen of that olive kinded by fire. 8795|I then, who Lupo am, ye neighborhood 8795|Of Milan, pass'd by with little prayer, 8795|Musing to Harpetta, where I late 8795|Avoid'd surmisings, and gave devout thanks 8795|That hope is yet alive; I thinking, more 8795|To test the relique of my master's spirit, 8795|Then to attend you. But when I arrived 8795|At the great door, whose threshold is beholden 8795|Most, if not all, spiritual, I beheld 8795|On either side with eyes of amazement, 8795|Six solemn forms; and these with gestures fierce 8795|Expressed dissent, as from a stander-by. 8795|Before me saw I, on the dashed snow, 8795|A tribe, who wearied out both man and steed. 8795|In front, an aged man, with shrunken lip, 8795|On pricking steed reclin'd; beneath, a boy 8795|Fix'd to the rein; behind him, with the nose 8795|Fix'd nose aside, and snout interdicting 8795|His breath through his long beard, so grim and huge, 8795|It lipped forth keener than stinging worm. 8795|At bottom of a ditch they place him in 8795|Three fathoms down: then dig a trench as deep 8795|As seven measureless gravestones. Bruised 8795|Thy neck, Oriental elephant! by the jaws 8795|Of torture hard and stubborn, must thou be 8795|Smooth'd to meet better rewards: whence of thy friends 8795| ======================================== SAMPLE 2230 ======================================== 24815|_I saw, I saw_, 24815|"_We never were at a fair_"; 24815|He spoke with a low voice; 24815|'Twas not the spirit of woe: 24815|His eyes were bloodshot and dim; 24815|A look was in his eye-- 24815|A look with a devil in't, 24815|That made the whole place stir-- 24815|'Twas as if the spirits knew 24815|They gave a heart-ache fit. 24815|'Twas the devil who made him cry, 24815|The devil who laid bare his heart, 24815|A look that was a curse, 24815|That made the whole place stir-- 24815|'Twas as if the spirits felt 24815|It'd turn to a gallop-horse, 24815|When the lad looked up and smiled, 24815|That made the whole place stir-- 24815|'Twas as if the spirits knew 24815|They sent a heart-ache fit. 24815|'Twas a devil of a lad, 24815|That made the devil swear, 24815|'Twas his little hand that pressed 24815|That made the devil weep: 24815|"God bless you, father," he said, 24815|That made the devil cry; 24815|"On my soul, ye'll never know 24815|An angel without a devil!" 24815|He spoke, and to and fro 24815|He humped his little fists; 24815|He roared, and his voice was shrill, 24815|And he made the devil bow, 24815|All down his breast to the thighs, 24815|And the devil's face was grim. 24815|"'Tis devil and devil alone," 24815|The devil cried, "I"-- 24815|"Nay, you'll never see her face 24815|Because she has a devil." 24815|He cried, and in he ran, 24815|And there was nought of that there; 24815|The devil lay down, and cried, 24815|"_Your_ devil, _is_, it is!" 24815|"Thou shalt go to hell," the boy cried, 24815|"And all the devils there;" 24815|And right and left the fray 24815|Went up, in his face to the eyes, 24815|With devils' blood in their eye, 24815|And he was one for an uproar, 24815|And then he took his stand 24815|And all his friends around 24815|Ranged in an easy row, 24815|In a row upon the ground: 24815|And right and left the fray 24815|Went up, in a straight row; 24815|And a devil of a clatter, 24815|And a shout and a clatter, 24815|And all along there rose, 24815|Laughter, in the devil's eye, 24815|A fiend from hell come down! 24815|"_Let this be just the sum of her worth_. 24815|She died; she died," cried all: 24815|All laughed and quarrelled sore, 24815|From the black-masked head 24815|Of the devil on the scaffold; 24815|While each to the other said, 24815|"This is our devil, that is woman!" 24815|As the Devil's Head was laying low 24815|The head of the Devil's Woman! 24815|As if she for evermore 24815|Was in some woe to be found, 24815|Ashen and stark and death-like and awful, 24815|Shed across the earth like wither'd straw, 24815|Or like the blanchings of the sea-- 24815|So stood the skull with silent crest, 24815|As if it had been sin to show, 24815|Saying "I am I, is woman's name!" 24815|And they were right, and they were wrong, 24815|That saw the skull upon the grave, 24815|And left it there with a sigh. 24815|O, ye that have eyes to see, 24815|O, ye that have ears to hear, 24815|Listen! on yonder height, 24815|There sits a woman's skull. 24815|She is talking and speaking low, ======================================== SAMPLE 2240 ======================================== 2819|If you like your beer cold and clear, 2819|If you like your tea cold and strong, 2819|Then, friend, you have little to fear-- 2819|Your friend's beer is stronger still. 2819|If, after all, you try in vain 2819|Your first attempt at drinking, 2819|Don't lose confidence in yourself, 2819|Don't lose heart of who you are; 2819|You may be very well indeed 2819|Your first attempt at drinking, 2819|For you've only got yourself. 2819|If you don't drink much, it doesn't matter much, 2819|For you only drink what you can drink; 2819|And when the water's done, you certainly can 2819|Have it all yourself. 2819|If you try to save a frog by drowning him, 2819|Don't fret yourself, though, lest life should be thawed out; 2819|He took you kindly once, and then, he froze you, 2819|And how could you be human, if you hadn't got 2819|A little human feel for water and earth? 2819|We are as little brothers as any two are, 2819|Neither over strong nor weak; 2819|There's not a creature under the sun 2819|Can match our strength or nerve: 2819|Our pride in this is rather less than naught, 2819|For we can carry a frog all the way round.] 2819|If you are proud of your strength and of your speed, 2819|Of your head and of your heels, 2819|If in a rush you can rush like any two-galled 2819|Man and woman on earth, 2819|You will never be a man or a woman what so ever. 2819|When you are done with your little squealer race, 2819|You can go to any side with ease, 2819|Carry a frog as long as you like underneath you, 2819|Which, being so huge and heavy, you may well doubt 2819|Is carried there just to show you how you can cram.'] 2819|What would we give to have wings 2819|Or something more incredible-- 2819|A chance to fly some great flight? 2819|To fly and roam for ever 2819|And be so bold in flying 2819|So as to prove ourselves 2819|High "Ailes de nos Pilots"-- 2819|But, no! We must work and wait. 2819|We have "not nothing" in "Ailes de nos Pilots." 2819|You are quite right in the case of "Ailes de nos Pilots," 2819|That no one anywhere knows how much they mean, 2819|But that's because 2819|Nobody has seen 2819|Just how much they mean. 2819|Nobody knows 2819|Just how much they mean. 2819|I don't need no patent-leather model! 2819|I can get in my little panniers on to the tracks, 2819|and go sailing in my little panniers on to the tracks. 2819|And now, who would have me doubt that I'll live to reap 2819|whatever fortune I've taken from my poor bad boy? 2819|Who but the man who built me with his hard-earned money, 2819|and pushed on my hull, and set my sails in the cold, 2819|and brought me up on dry land when my life was as sure as 2819|a fish out of water! Nobody noticed or cared: 2819|I was always a high-and-mighty caracole. 2819|But when the waves came up and beat upon my keel, 2819|and I heard the angry laughter of the angry tide, 2819|I went on thinking, while my hull was sheltered and warm, 2819|of God who took from me that same protection, 2819|And that His promise to me was, "Now live; 2819|live and conquer! 2819|I'll give you strength to climb and cover and prevail 2819|over men!" 2819|But, no! 2819|I must work and wait, 2819|I have "not nothing" in "Ailes de nos Pilots." 2819|To-day I am going a voyage--but, tell me, friend, 2819|for whom does your "highness" offer ======================================== SAMPLE 2250 ======================================== 1365|Watched for a moment, and then left the room. 1365|THE TEMPERATURE OF THE SOUTHERN STAR 1365|THE MORAL: "The warmer are the bosoms 1365|On whose warm centre are their children nestled." 1365|IT was this which the old Oracle sung 1365|Through her lips, not in her heart: "Lo! the day 1365|Of Eden! The first of many days! For of old 1365|Eve made the firmament, a shining way 1365|To everlasting stars! And, lo! God said 1365|Let the waters run forth, and the fountains flow 1365|To all the lands, for man to use them well!" 1365|In the midst of all the tents of men they saw 1365|The Angel of the Tent approach. And He cried: 1365|"Henceforth thou shalt be changed to a water-nymph! 1365|A beauteous plant thou shalt be, and change 1365|Into a hyssop! Change me with thee! Change! 1365|Why hast thou changed me?" And the Angel answered: 1365|"Behold my love, I can but name thee thus, 1365|I can but call thee; but thou gavest me power 1365|To change my form with horns! And for my horn 1365|I gave thee leave to do so! So be thine, 1365|Thou wicked prince! and lo! it is decreed 1365|Thou shalt change into a she-wolf, and lay 1365|At her belly her unbroken heart, wherein 1365|Her hidden heart is hid; so that she bears 1365|A monstrous brood, whom she may spare to slay 1365|At will, till the appointed season come!" 1365|So the Apostle spake, and on the ground 1365|The Angel of the Tent fell down and died! 1365|And there the Angel of the Lord sat hid, 1365|All blood-guiltful, with his seven horns exposed! 1365|And the six orbs that follow Him were all 1365|In the shape of horns, and all eyes had awe 1365|When the figure and horn types were revealed. 1365|So they that saw the Prophet standing there, 1365|Up from their tent, as a herald sent, 1365|Cried, "You false idolatresses are free, 1365|Free to defile the Holy One in Heaven!" 1365|Then the Angel from his disguise withdrew, 1365|And was seen no more among them again; 1365|And there the holy Lord was buried! 1365|But his name is not forgot! For long 1365|After, through the forest and across the sands, 1365|The Lord did proclaim his awful presence there 1365|On a tree! From that hour it bears 1365|No tree within the wilderness more fair, 1365|Within the desert more abject the Lord. 1365|The man whose steps fall on the tree shall die! 1365|So do the laws of Moses command! 1365|And the Angel's horns proclaim that He shall reign 1365|Over all of the host of Heaven! And they 1365|Whose paths led unto the Holy Land 1365|Immediately ceased from their strange sin, 1365|And were changed unto the Prophets and Saints 1365|Of the Old Testament! There the Lord said: 1365|"From that hour the Promised Land shall be mine, 1365|Till all the work of the Creator, which 1365|I have made, and placed beside thee, lie 1365|Unmingled among my works; 1365|And in all of His goodness I ask no tribute, 1365|But that all things be created new, 1365|And that ye serve and use all my gifts 1365|For love of Him who gave them. And ye shall serve 1365|The Lord alone, for He has been your slave, 1365|And ye have served me well! And ye shall dwell 1365|In peace and joy forever and aye!" 1365|It was a vision of the Lord revealed 1365|At Mabel's birth, to Mary Magdalen, 1365|Who lay in her mother's arms upon the floor. 1365|It was the time when angels are most kind; 1365 ======================================== SAMPLE 2260 ======================================== 1365|A dream of what our Father's love shall be! 1365|How in our days of strife and sorrow 1365|A blessed moment my soul shall see! 1365|The sun shall be streaming on my heart, 1365|When this the last of my long story, 1365|And the last cry of a new one shall fall 1365|On that empty hour in Hell and Fire! 1365|Beneath the gray old age-walls, 1365|Underneath the boles and shadows brown, 1365|Who shall read for me the sacred book? 1365|Beneath that ancient, stately wall, 1365|In the high school-yard, by that old homestead, 1365|There the ghosts of dead men read the prayers, 1365|On the heavy tomes of the old sexton's urn. 1365|And there shall the old children stand, 1365|Reading from the slow of the old preacher's text, 1365|As if their reading was a dream, 1365|Or a dream of sleep, or of death, 1365|Like some dream of sleepers, that weep 1365|'Mid life's busy, noisy scenes, 1365|While the mother's heart goes beating fast! 1365|And the men's voices all will call 1365|To that old sermon of long ago, 1365|Ere they read it; those old faces, 1365|In the crowd of grave and grave guys, 1365|All laughing, all with pleasant gaze, 1365|As the talk turns back to the boy in Calaveras! 1365|For the old pastor's grave is not like a coffin, that 1365|Is so tall that the ladder has a way to go, 1365|From the topmost stone that's on its way 1365|To the floor of the wall, to the wall below: 1365|For the topmost stone is not so high 1365|As the grave-stone above, but a place 1365|Where the children can walk and know 1365|That the church-bell may ring and God hear them! 1365|And the children know that they are safe, 1365|As each angel, hovering by the tomb, 1365|Looks over their shoulder with glad surprise, 1365|Seeing the little children pass out of the land! 1365|So the old pastor's grave is secure 1365|From the crowds that crowd around his grave, 1365|Because it is by the side of the children 1365|And is marked by an angel at the door! 1365|But the children cannot read the prayers, 1365|Which no one else can read, save only you; 1365|And the children are not given their books, 1365|They are not given when they come to read, 1365|And it galls them, even at Easter-time, 1365|To hear so rude and wild a text 1365|As the old preacher's book on the sea, 1365|With the words "Here be children, come to play!" 1365|So this church is silent, as one dazed 1365|And senseless by heat and darkness bound, 1365|Till the children look and read for you 1365|The words they cannot read, the books they cannot read. 1365|And when at night you wander up and down 1365|The empty rooms, but cannot find 1365|The letters of the sacred writs writ therein, 1365|As you searched long, you will then note 1365|Some little letters and the phrase 1365|Unto another page, of course, 1365|And some that seem to fall away 1365|In uninviting curves of speech, 1365|While you stand by your books and sigh; 1365|As you wait to hear a child's voice, 1365|You will hear a child's voice call you. 1365|"I do not know why!" said the monks. 1365|"I was not given," the monk replied, 1365|"In this way; I have gone too far, 1365|I should have spoken to you, not me. 1365|There is a power within our hearts 1365|That guides me to a higher end, 1365|A higher purpose, if I say 1365|What it is that will make clear 1365|The secret of the letter-mark!" 1365|Then one of them looked down the holy aisle 1365| ======================================== SAMPLE 2270 ======================================== 5184|In the land of Suttungar, 5184|Honey dearer than the berry." 5184|Now the mother of the hero 5184|Went herself to fetch the milk-package 5184|From the honey-producing region, 5184|These the words the mother uttered 5184|As she left her home as attendant 5184|On the goad of Long Island ferrets: 5184|Hast thou, thou son of little experience, 5184|Hast thou any notion, any notion 5184|How to take the dangerous milk-package 5184|That is brought to Pohyola from Kalma, 5184|How to transport it to Pohyola? 5184|Worthy is thy mother, worthy 5184|Is thy bride, thy future life-companion; 5184|Hast thou any notion, any conception 5184|How to take the dangerous milk-package 5184|That is brought to Pohyola from Kalma? 5184|Soon there comes a time when duty calls thee 5184|To prepare the food sufficient for man, 5184|Time to train thyself to do his duties; 5184|Rightly dost prepare the food for duty, 5184|For the meal is food of greatest value; 5184|Bake the biscuits in perfect purity, 5184|Bake the curds with equal hand deliv'rance; 5184|Take the powdered milk from cows that drink, 5184|From clean stalks, that hang not down the head; 5184|Drop the curds into the hot raw milk, 5184|O'er the whole flow like running water, 5184|From the new-made whey-clean white bread crumbs, 5184|From the double trencher in the oven. 5184|Quick the measured beating of the curds 5184|Makes the pasteilute flour ready; 5184|In the folded trencher place it, 5184|Beat it well, several times, and add it 5184|To the wholesome, well-tasting barley, 5184|For the bath the hero steams the flours. 5184|Serve the sweetened barley-flakes now, 5184|Not the purest, nor the best-tasting; 5184|Place a little table before thee, 5184|Where the hero may set down his ration. 5184|When the table is occupied serving 5184|Boiled and baked the desired ration, 5184|"Boiled and roasted" here means roasted; 5184|Beans, selected from the chosen barley, 5184|In a little brown pan were roasted. 5184|Lave the roasted, boiling, barley-beef: 5184|When the meal is almost done consuming, 5184|Steeped in water, it is steaming, 5184|In a hot white bread-crust that's steaming 5184|On the table near the villager. 5184|Now my brave son, thy task is filling, 5184|As thy duty requires the hero, 5184|To an offering of the highest worth, 5184|To the mother of thy fortune happy. 5184|Hast thou any notion, proud witch-beggar, 5184|How to swim the chilling waters, 5184|Tumble o'er the swimmers in the river, 5184|And to escape from evil geners? 5184|Many are the beauteous things that perish, 5184|Fire and flood in danger's hour of danger, 5184|Many in the battle's bludgeoning, 5184|Few against a thousand in the combat; 5184|Yet the hero-maiden swims the swiftest, 5184|In the broadest of the waters, 5184|Swimm's the rushing billows in the surface, 5184|Stops above the trembling flood-tide, 5184|Waiting for the hero's coming. 5184|Sable is the forest covering, 5184|Sable is the plain beneath him; 5184|Sable is the whirlpool filling, 5184|Sable is the forest roaring, 5184|Sable is the mountain roaring, 5184|Sable is the forest windings, 5184|Sable the blackening tree-tops, 5184|Sable the crashing waters, 5184|Sable the rushing cataract, 5184|And the Shingw ======================================== SAMPLE 2280 ======================================== A man that's a-walkin' still, 3023|And the ways of our life we not understand, 3023|And the things that through life we'll not see all his days. 3023|(Lives before the Chateau de Rivoli.) 3023|The King and the Queen they're goin' to town, 3023|By order of the Prince; 3023|For the King's to the Temple a-walkin' now, 3023|And the Queen's to Saint Pons to-morrow, too. 3023|Heaven protect us! our only comfort, 3023|The King, with all his train! 3023|Hastens with them all your joyous company. 3023|In the King's stead, and you'll have your rest. 3023|Hast thou not heard that he who once was your Lord 3023|Will in another season be your foe? 3023|My Lord, I hope to be duly received, 3023|And to bear you, if you'll, many a loyal hand; 3023|My God, I pray in His mercy show mercy! 3023|And that you may grow more connatural, 3023|He'll be here all the day and night. 3023|(A CHURCHMAN enters.) 3023|Who comes to pray? 3023|Bishop of Jerusalem! 3023|We come to praise our God, and to adore His fame, 3023|Who in long peace has heard us, though we ne'er could hear. 3023|And have you the keys, therefore, of the shrine? 3023|I have them; and, besides the Sabbath prayer, 3023|I'll leave Thy service in their charge; 3023|A service, indeed, so pleasing and so sweet, 3023|So full of grace and charity, 3023|That, with our whole hearts and soul we beseech Thee, 3023|O Mother-Goddess of our age, 3023|Our God, on whose great brow looks down on those below, 3023|That never yet his love could read, 3023|That, when the Sabbath-day is nigh, 3023|Thou dost not heed his voice, 3023|Nor care for any other one, 3023|Save him, who with his hand hath made the soil fertile. 3023|To whom the Holy Virgin's daughter. 3023|Hail! I come, good Saint! 3023|'Tis meet I come with you. 3023|Now give I ear! 3023|What are you coming to do there? 3023|To lay your holy hands 3023|In the great organ, and to strike the holy place, 3023|Where Jesus' body by the vineyard mosses green, 3023|In honour of his birth, 3023|Stands yet unbrokenly. 3023|To strike that holy spot, 3023|Which is thy own and is for ever by thy will; 3023|But to the organ, O my dear, what are you going to prove? 3023|To lay your hands most gently upon it. 3023|You know, my dear, 3023|That ever since the day you were born, 3023|The voice of God's true-speaking multitude 3023|Has in our church been mute; 3023|Yet there's a prayer for ever and ever! 3023|You know, my dear, 3023|That never since the day you were born, 3023|The voice of God's true-thieving multitude, has ceased. 3023|But to the organ, O my dear! 3023|'Tis here, my dear, 3023|That I most willingly will stand. 3023|O, can it be! 3023|For you, who know, 3023|With what a fervour you the people pray; 3023|Your power most freely you have given 3023|To strengthen the hearts of the poor. 3023|To strike the holy place, 3023|'Tis here, my dear, 3023|Where you and your people have struck their holy place. 3023|To strike the holy place, 3023|(The organ rings.) 3023|What dost thou see? 3023|The place is full! 3023|Now pray with us! 3023|Hail, holy host! 3023|'Tis she, the dear one of the Saviour's tomb! ======================================== SAMPLE 2290 ======================================== 34331|'A rose-bush and a brier red. 34331|'A rose-bud and a brier white, 34331|'To love and hold me close and fast.' 34331|(Love and hold me close and fast!) 34331|In every bird that sings, and flies, 34331|And rides on every flower that blows, 34331|There stands a rose-tree in the wood. 34331|(Love and hold me close and fast!) 34331|In every little child that lisps, 34331|And moves about, and laughs, and soeps,-- 34331|It falls a rose-tree in the wood. 34331|(Love and hold me close and fast!) 34331|In every baby that weeps, 34331|We throw the rose-tree in the stream, 34331|And watch it leaning over fast; 34331|There 's a rose in every place. 34331|(Love and hold me close and fast!) 34331|And then--as those who have been cold 34331|Take something to eat and drink-- 34331|We 've often heard the wailing breeze, 34331|And felt its chillness like a dress, 34331|And wished that we had the same. 34331|(But we can never give the same, 34331|And so we 've not been able yet, 34331|In all the years we 've been cold!) 34331|And next time you see us both so sad, 34331|Think of the roses--do not speak! 34331|So when you see our rose-tree bend, 34331|Remember that we are alive; 34331|And while we are upon the sands, 34331|Let us be near the sea! ... 34331|O'er the World and its Objects 34331|WITH a shudder of joy and a wild, enthusiastic chorus: 34331|As it came, it did not obey,-- 34331|The awful, hideous machine. 34331|A ghastly, open wreakhouse, bedabbled and brown with soot,-- 34331|The hideous wreck of a city, lost amidst the squall of its fires, 34331|Stood like a belfry of hell, tall and spattered and hoarse with alarms, 34331|Grim and distorted, gaunt and distorted with lurid embers red 34331|Gleaming,--and a dozen eyes that looked down into the squalor, 34331|Which made them creep! 34331|Till the light burned dimly in the high, black windows,-- 34331|Then they went blind again. 34331|As he passed through the great gaunt casement,-- 34331|He was like the man that built Babel; 34331|He had lifted from his loins huge iron engines, 34331|And rolled them into a pillar of steel, 34331|And piled them in front of Babel's towers-- 34331|And stood erect, 34331|A pillar of steel, towering and black with soot, 34331|A rampart of soot, 34331|Till all the smoke in the town was settled and cleared, 34331|When he turned and went over the bridge, 34331|And looked back on the water,-- 34331|As he ascended the creaking road,-- 34331|Where the water was white with the moon, 34331|And he heard the sound of the wheels of the steamer 34331|Rumble by the port. 34331|Then he crossed the ford, and he took the turnpike,-- 34331|And the road that he travelled was long and dreary, 34331|And he stopped at a tavern called "The Barber's," 34331|To drink and sup. 34331|And the man in the window looked out, 34331|With his shutters up, and his face like coals, 34331|And a shaggy beard spread over his glasses,-- 34331|He looked at him with such a look of disgust, 34331|That the barman cried, "You queer old shite, 34331|You know, I think you'll have to go." 34331|With a jerk of his head, the keeper of the tavern 34331|Brought him a seat quite near, 34331|And began to tell him of the great and little lakes, 34331|And the wondrous things that had been. 34331|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 2300 ======================================== 2732|I've been away from you, 2732|I've been away from you-- 2732|I'd ha' been to India, 2732|I've been away from you. 2732|It is now only through the night and the low light, 2732|That I may hope to gain, or to fix on the right 2732|The soul of the man who now comes to me blind, 2732|Who has the night's dark cloud over him cast. 2732|From my first boyhood I have not looked on the sky, 2732|In joy to be myself and the sun's first child; 2732|And I never was so glad when I turned in at school, 2732|To see some boy who understood and adored. 2732|He loved my book, and he loved my friends, and he loved my mother, 2732|The old woman who is all the man I know 2732|In what he has done, and how he has kept up this charade: 2732|And the old women here in the cell where I'm laid next to him 2732|May talk to you about the time when a call they received 2732|From the old man, so changed with the years, at the end of the world. 2732|And the man may say; "I always loved my old nurse's note, 2732|For the good she used to write about in her old way. 2732|We loved it when he called to the poor, who could not speak, 2732|The old way of the nurse, and the old way of the old man. 2732|And I've learned by the changes that we see in the note 2732|How beautiful old books are, and how foolish old ways are. 2732|"If you liked your nurse," he may say, "and she writes to the poor, 2732|And in her way are all kind deeds done by the old folks' hands; 2732|And you may know that she has had her day, and the world is wide, 2732|But who thinks the world's so strange, you think it's as true 2732|As our old nurse with that face where all life shines out,-- 2732|The man who is old and has grown so, I've heard it said. 2732|"I've seen so many changes in you since my boyhood's day, 2732|And you still are just the same in some moods and in ways of youth; 2732|But I'm glad that you've come back, since life used to fright you too. 2732|You came back with me to the old place, and there you were found, 2732|And the people who knew you, now all gone away, said you came 2732|That way, and the change was as pleasant as if you were not. 2732|"And if, at times, the world's dark to you at such an hour, 2732|At a change in the world, and in life, what else can you expect, 2732|But you have the old joy of life, the old man's smile of mirth, 2732|For life and you to go as they used to go of old, 2732|And the change in our friends, and the change in our land, and the change 2732|In our ways, and what else is there in the world beside, 2732|With old faces and new, and the old happy ways of youth." 2732|Then I said again "I think it was nothing but you, my boy, 2732|But if I've found anything that you have made for your mind, 2732|It is something that, in spite of the dark and the vast, 2732|Shall be strong and full of gladness, and well worth all men's breath. 2732|"But when I've seen anything," said he, "that is all I know, 2732|And you've but the old boy's way, and the old man's, that is all I see; 2732|I will say that I've thought much better of your old ways than you. 2732|"But if you had not grown like me, and lived and died as I, 2732|Or had lived longer in the day, and passed into the night, 2732|The old way of life would have left you at last, to be glad; 2732|"For the old friends of years, like the old friends of days, 2732|And the old ways of living, would all have ended in death. 2732|I think ======================================== SAMPLE 2310 ======================================== May he not see her when first 7122|'Twixt death and life again! 7122|For she, whose true, true heart-blood is the same, 7122|For whom this love her husband owns 7122|From all this strife of word and deed and blood 7122|Has gone to blanch the blushing rose, 7122|And shed its crimson on his hallowed clay! 7122|Ah! he must leave his wife, and all she said, 7122|For me to say, without her leaving home. 7122|She must go from home, he must go from view, 7122|She must be sternly truthful, nor dare 7122|On such a night look up and grieve for pain. 7122|What can I say,--I must speak,--I must say it 7122|Without her leaving home. 7122|She can but do this,--She can but do this, 7122|For he can never leave her in the room 7122|Ere I can say, "Be comforted, my dear!" 7122|And he shall never see her till I do. 7122|I'm quite afraid, dear, thus to begin, 7122|That I may bring my troubles to a head 7122|By such a sudden action. 7122|To speak so loud is the worst feeling 7122|I e'er began to speak aloud. 7122|The least I can do 7122|Is, to say,--good night! 7122|If he'll be calm-hearted, I must love him, 7122|And that I must love without the least taint. 7122|To do my duty as a Christian, 7122|Is my duty also. 7122|If he will bear true, true affection, 7122|I know that he can be so for me. 7122|To give him all that I can give 7122|Must be my whole devotion! 7122|"Good night!" said the maiden. And with this she 7122|Ran hurriedly away from the scene, 7122|While the fair lady, in a trice, was 7122|Coming toward the castle at full speed. 7122|And, oh! she could not bear to see the child 7122|To whom she the time had been allowed, 7122|But she held him very dear. In distress 7122|She wished to tell her, and she trembled, 7122|For her own feelings came in the back 7122|Of each still-speaking thought, and made her 7122|In fact in such a case as never 7122|Had ever been heard in this country; 7122|So she went back into the garden, saying, 7122|"Ah! that my children's voices were still 7122|Brought from the sky, my lovely baby! 7122|Good night!" as she passed from the place, 7122|But with the twilight was all stillness; 7122|And she turned o'er her child's eyes, and saw 7122|Her hand, which she had tenderly 7122|Made in the other little one's hand, 7122|Lay empty upon the table. That 7122|Made her such pain, with wonder now, to think 7122|Of it, as, folded close beside her, lay 7122|The empty, folded hand of her delight. 7122|Then she sobbed aloud. Oh! what a sad sight 7122|Was this for her to see those eyes so bright! 7122|"Alas!" she thought, "what woe must now ensue! 7122|If I should ever see his face again-- 7122|His face in any day--I surely would 7122|Feel both so sad and so lonely then! 7122|It would be to him, in that lonely place, 7122|Like a shock from the world thrown into this." 7122|She then, with her children's voice, thought thus, 7122|"O God! that my children's joys here were sent! 7122|That we at last might win one joy to win! 7122|Oh! how I'd pine away the days to come, 7122|To see them and take delight in their pain! 7122|"My child!" she thought, "and I would kiss thy mouth, 7122|And look upon thy face in moments like these, 7122|Even in the world, and from that comfort then 7122|Would build a future ======================================== SAMPLE 2320 ======================================== 19221|Thy gentle heart can never know 19221|The charms that lie in these, 19221|Or in the angel-breaths that stay 19221|And light those eyes in heaven! 19221|A soul of harmony, 19221|With stars and waters set, 19221|With stars and waters in a shape 19221|That glides along the ground, 19221|Comes dancing down the way 19221|By brooks and grass and grass and brooks-- 19221|Away beyond the hills, 19221|Away beyond the hills! 19221|A soul of harmony, 19221|The flowers and grassy fields between; 19221|The stars and waters seem to be 19221|Laden with beauty for her side; 19221|They seem to sigh, and sing, and flow 19221|Up the hollows of a hill-- 19221|Away beyond the hills, away-- 19221|Away beyond the hills! 19221|A soul of harmony, 19221|So lovely and so near, 19221|No bird would dare to wing its note 19221|Save only she,--her self! 19221|A soul of harmony, 19221|A soul of harmony, 19221|So lovely and so near! 19221|No bird has ever dared to soar 19221|A soul so near and bright! 19221|But I could stand in Eden long, 19221|And do without the stars and waves, 19221|And dwell my life away, 19221|Without an exile's fear 19221|Than that which I must give-- 19221|My soul--my soul! 19221|She was a queen of art, 19221|Of every grace the queen of song, 19221|She made her robe of snow, 19221|And every lillow wood her lap, 19221|And every star her faulchion bright, 19221|And every beast of bale her prey. 19221|She was a queen of pleasure, 19221|The goddess of the golden rod; 19221|She knew the tender art of strife 19221|And every artifice of strife. 19221|The goddess of the living soul, 19221|She gave her life her earthly prize, 19221|For her Belial the False, 19221|And for the True God she gave her breath, 19221|And all, my lord and you; 19221|She was a queen, and there 19221|Her heart had never known delight; 19221|For in her mouth there gleamed no food, 19221|No daintiness for Love to taste; 19221|A little fruit on bough; 19221|A little flower in dew; 19221|And fruit that ripened on a morn 19221|When spring was fair and new; 19221|A little flower that grew 19221|Full budded, full-blown, 19221|And sweet in the April breezes; 19221|I bid you thus for her, 19221|But what should man do less? 19221|For though she were a queen of art, 19221|She was a queen of joy and bliss 19221|Without all armour, that can grieve, 19221|Nor shield the head from grief-- 19221|For grief is a rare thing! 19221|The morning star gave forth her light, 19221|And all the aisles of Eden rang 19221|With music sweet as any fount 19221|That waters fountains wild and free. 19221|Beneath my feet the green grass lay 19221|Like softest silk; the trees were gay 19221|With flowers that in the meadows stood; 19221|This way and that in many a ring 19221|The birds were fluttering to and fro; 19221|And 'twas so everywhere I found 19221|The air perfum'd with odours sweet: 19221|Perfum'd me the sense of grass, the smell 19221|Of lilies after shower, the nut-shell 19221|After splashing of ocean; all the low 19221|And balmy air, whence musky bliss 19221|Effuse itself on after days, 19221|When man, at that rapt union reconciled, 19221|Rejoices and exults in Paradise. 19221|The stars came out; they were no match for me 19221|For ======================================== SAMPLE 2330 ======================================== 17448|That was as cold as my nose, 17448|A thumping auld wife, 17448|She bint in a pewter pot 17448|When her children was away, 17448|A bairn 'at never was bairn, 17448|She wuld luke next door to me. 17448|I heard when we men was at 17448|By Sir Stodge 'twas sicht in fash, 17448|But now I love 'is style fash, 17448|And when I met my dearie, 17448|'Twas nicht wad I had to leave, 17448|For I loved them both a jinkie 17448|That day. 17448|When I did hear they'd been gleg in Fardels 17448|Ye thocht, Sir, tasselit! 17448|But I kent they'd been gleg in Fardels 17448|And I wundied off to see, 17448|An' came back a-yevin as stear't, 17448|The twa I bifold an' dead, 17448|An' told my dearest dearest deid 17448|Twa lang summers ago. 17448|Bifound me two 'uskes, that was uskers, 17448|In two our ways an' forms. 17448|Sae I was braw, sae bifour me mithers, 17448|I've bin a braw wife an' dame 17448|For a' my good name an' three, Sige, 17448|An' a' my son's an' four, Meehan. 17448|Twa livins sons that is! An', M'Lane, 17448|I wish they tak' me kittle! 17448|An' a' my daddie's auld guid friend, 17448|A moch, an' auld guid maid; 17448|An' my ain dear pugilistead, 17448|They'm beamin' kittle fiew, 17448|If I were in a braw strae, 17448|Sige, I wad haud hummin' wi' 'em! 17448|Aye, whiles auld Nick was auld, 17448|An' moosh o' gowd in the street, 17448|I wisht, I wad haud hummin' wi' 'em! 17448|Tak' ae day at t' bank, an' a' gie 'em 17448|To gie muckle in debt, 17448|For t' day of a' they'll be 17448|The guinea that's gane owre! 17448|I'm niver now left wiv 'em, 17448|An' siller an' a' that won't fit 'em. 17448|But in the byre they hae been 17448|For meker nor bouse and lang dog! 17448|I want a wife, an' a' that I can hae! 17448|"Oh, what is there to a'?" quo' Jim, 17448|"Bide twa tears, or be twa-bits! 17448|Aye, Jim, a weepin' in a door 17448|Is a' the way to win it." 17448|"I'll mak' aye my bed," quo' Jim, 17448|"The bed that my bairn can hae." 17448|"I'll mak' my bed wi' ae bed, 17448|An' all the night through I'll sleep 17448|Aweard wi' the lave o' the bane, 17448|Wi' dreams o' ae bed by Mylica's well." 17448|Takin' Jim to the well-water, 17448|She stod sic like a saint, 17448|While poor, wan Willie wald be lank, 17448|Wi' Jim's sweet, water-glass! 17448|Tyu at the well-water 17448|Wi' Jim, her brithers were dakin', 17448|Tyu did nae harm nor mair 17448|To sum a body in that glass o' flesh. 17448|There was a lass, a lass that was roundly loath 17448|To be loved, and hated, and betrayed ======================================== SAMPLE 2340 ======================================== 16376|Of the strange tale, by which they were deceived. 16376|And so, he went to join them. That is all, 16376|And a very few of these have lived, 16376|And the rest have not. So, let it be: 16376|But I must say a word that angers me, 16376|Because it comes to us, as we know, 16376|From the pen that is not yet enlightened. 16376|For I had a strange experience, 16376|Which it would not be right to leave unsaid. 16376|I have not told it in all it's causes 16376|And the way in which they happened, all 16376|I can say is, that I felt uneasy 16376|Just leaving that most secret of places, 16376|And another, which I shall mention. 16376|'Twas a great hall, with velvet seats spread, 16376|Furnished in fashion after the taste 16376|Of the early sovereigns: and in it 16376|Lay a fine and stately statue wrought, 16376|By a master skilled in Italian art. 16376|I, who saw it in passing through the hall, 16376|Am reminded of one of those Greek loves 16376|Which ofttime we call Satyrs; we take 16376|The fairest things that beauty gives, and keep 16376|And honour them with pain and labour, 16376|Till the thing beauty cannot endure. 16376|And he who is most fond of his loves, 16376|When they must be all forlorn of him, 16376|Would rather that those fairest things 16376|Were thrown to the dogs than wearied of them: 16376|And so the Satyr who was most loved, 16376|When he saw that beautiful idol, 16376|Strode in indolence and eagerness, 16376|As if he were made for another use; 16376|And all his life in the great hall 16376|Like to a wasted Satyr wandered, 16376|Till some brave and noble creature, 16376|Who was more than his beauty for him, 16376|Laid him in mortal evil by; 16376|For he was no such worthless creature. 16376|Hers was a beauty so high and rare, 16376|That to me it seemed my death was near. 16376|Then I remembered that great master, 16376|Who loved me more than life itself,-- 16376|How I should love if I'd known when it 16376|Was night and that I might not see him; 16376|How the King's Son's bride (and for whom 16376|I love this great King) should hate me; 16376|And how the Greek and Italian 16376|Gul'd out their passion for each other, 16376|And each in turn would make his lover. 16376|He, not in vain had woo'd me, though 16376|All those young eyes must have admired it, 16376|Which, to his, were but a thin veil. 16376|For mine were not like those young eyes; 16376|My hair is black, and I'm of a high race. 16376|And mine is grey, to the edge of the sun 16376|Or the brown of a swallow's wing. 16376|My mother is old. And yet it is true 16376|I have been young, and the wise ones all 16376|Have praised, and the fair young ones alone 16376|Have admired, and now the poor things know 16376|My beauty, and so I shall not be old. 16376|Yet if there's one thing old I shall not be, 16376|For the young ones are so delicate-sweet, 16376|And yet, I know, to God I am as young. 16376|And therefore I shall not be old, 16376|But be an ancient, austere, wise old thing; 16376|And I shall see the fair young ones again, 16376|As God has seen them, and not ask if here 16376|The fair young ones are with me or no. 16376|They sat upon the ground, 16376|And both of them were dull and dull, 16376|And neither of them moved. 16376|And the grass, and the grass and the grass-- 16376|How dull and how dull was the way that their feet ran! 16376|How dull ======================================== SAMPLE 2350 ======================================== 2621|To hear a great, low, silvery song. 2621|The air is like a nest, the sky is full of stars, 2621|With flickering, flickering light, 2621|And the low clouds are white with moonshine and beads, 2621|And the great moon, like a man that's dreaming, asleep. 2621|But out on the green, green grass 2621|The little blue sparrows hop, 2621|And like a little boy they leap 2621|Into a stream, a little stream 2621|That's just about to run, a little stream 2621|That's just about to run. 2621|But out on the grey, grey grass 2621|No bird hath come to rest, 2621|Only a little dog with a shaggy beard, 2621|Who lies there in the grass, a little grass 2621|That's just about to run. 2621|But up on the trees a house doth stand, 2621|With walls of stone and beams of wood that climb 2621|And lift each other to the roof like bars of steel. 2621|And up among the spangles gay 2621|That wind about the porch in misty lines, 2621|And look upon the world like some high dream, 2621|The house doth seem a little heaven like this, 2621|The wind and the house and the sparrow's tune, 2621|In the dusk-lighted wood-- 2621|A little house with soft gray walls, 2621|And soft white floors, and sparrows soft as dreams. 2621|And in there sleeps a pretty little elf, 2621|Fair as the day, all praise and praise is due, 2621|And yet not half so pretty 2621|As she whom the birches hold so fast. 2621|One side is grass, and one is stone, 2621|With blossoming boughs deck out the floor. 2621|But through the middle, a sweet flower-bed, 2621|With fragrant arms enrings the elfin child. 2621|And under this little flower-bed, 2621|And in its bosom, soft and warm, 2621|A little child at rest. 2621|For that was the golden bed, 2621|Her father and mother both 2621|A-bed, but while sleep they took, 2621|Filled in the little flower-bed. 2621|And when they woke and saw the sun, 2621|They kissed the little golden flower, 2621|As if they had never parted from it. 2621|"And is't you wise?" 2621|The little maidens said. 2621|I hear so many words 2621|Of wisdom and counsel 2621|And love and duty, 2621|Yet very few words 2621|Of love like this. 2621|As if the soul were too proud 2621|To lie within the body so; 2621|As if the flesh were too weak 2621|To live and be the life 2621|Of a whole race of men. 2621|There's beauty in her smile, 2621|There's wisdom in her look, 2621|But too much of either 2621|Is weakness and wrong: 2621|Her love has eyes of fire, 2621|And might not know 2621|Love that is not love. 2621|Ah, if she knew love like this 2621|She'd die, no more, 2621|And let herself be lifted 2621|And drugged with love. 2621|Oh, sweet is the maiden's smile 2621|In the green moss o'er the hearth; 2621|Oh, brave is the youth's young heart 2621|When no storms sound his war-note: 2621|But the smile on a woman's face 2621|Is power, and passion, and pride, 2621|And the joy of a life to be 2621|The joy of a woman's smile. 2621|She is the heart's one sister; 2621|She makes a heart's most fervent beat; 2621|She warms, and she warms again, 2621|Like passion's fire-engines. 2621|The little green grass of her heart-- 2621|The heart within her only-- 2621|But she hath said in her presence, 2621|"The ======================================== SAMPLE 2360 ======================================== 17127|A thousand times I've said it, and I'm told it's true: 17127|We are all very hungry for the best we can get: 17127|If we had just the right food, and it came down to 17127|just a pound instead of what it's got to be, 17127|There'd be some improvement every moment that I've a 17127|chance to look upon it. 17127|_In a little green room in the country near to the sea._ 17127|With its chimneys hoar and its mosses old and gray, 17127|This is the real abattoir, where the live stock are put 17127|For the sale at a later day. 17127|The hogs like to come out and sniff the air and the smell, 17127|But they never stir a step till they're handled by one 17127|Whose name I cannot tell unless it change to that of another: 17127|There's a little yellow dog with a silver chain on his neck, 17127|And a little red face with its eyes shut wide and shut, 17127|And a little black cat that will do anything for a toy. 17127|Its name is Jenny, and what do you think it is? 17127|It is a dainty little dog and a silver chain is its neck; 17127|But what do I care how nice it looks if it can't be bought. 17127|Its name is Jenny, and the same as you can guess. 17127|If it can't make money when one of these things comes to look, 17127|It won't be worn very often, and none of us'll care. 17127|Its name is Jenny, and the same as you can guess. 17127|If in the market to-day, and you see a little fat cow 17127|That seems much out of season, and in a poor-condition, 17127|And from a distance you can see it is not the same white thing 17127|As it used to be, and you can say with one voice, "O God," 17127|Why, that's the way you'd treat a cow or a fat cow of her past. 17127|But you'd never treat her back again with a face of its past. 17127|She's something more than a cow when she's treated as a dog, 17127|In all her past and all her present. 17127|Its name is Jenny and the same as you can guess. 17127|A little girl that has never been very old and who knows what 17127|This one was a little girl that had never been very old. 17127|She never did any wrong and never did any right, 17127|She had her little head on a bed of little straw, 17127|And she was happy as happy could be. 17127|It's the same with a calf, but it is a little calf that has 17127|The little girl lives in the same house as the baby, 17127|And she keeps such a racket that she can get up all day. 17127|She used to ride all day, but now she has ridden all the day, 17127|And she does it for her doll. 17127|And it's just as easy to watch as you can picture to be done 17127|When she gets up and goes out back. 17127|Its name is Jenny, and the same as you can guess. 17127|This little boy is like to have all this care of his. 17127|He must have it always with him wherever he goes; 17127|And it costs so much, too, to make him stay so long. 17127|Its name is Theodore, and he knows what he wants, too. 17127|It's a little cart that he's ridden, too, and made a lark 17127|The first time he had it, it sang like a bird through the air; 17127|It sings all day, and when you put it on its back, 17127|You see a picture, and some songster has been there. 17127|Its name is Theodore, and he knows what he wants. 17127|He wants to ride all day, and get the cart to him on time 17127|With having it to run about the yard every day, 17127|And a good row for all his children--and a good row for his cow-- 17127|And little Jenny at his side at play time. 17127|The children don't want too much, but the mother knows 17127|In ======================================== SAMPLE 2370 ======================================== 615|Which he had left behind in his old castle, 615|Nor for that other had this course pursued, 615|Than to possess the prize, which that array 615|That young King, by whom he served so well, 615|Had given to that fair damsel for his own. 615|'Twas on the morrow, when the evening fell, 615|(As thou hast before remarked) that there 615|The fair and courteous dame a little bent 615|On other task, than to repair his bed, 615|-- Who, to excuse the want of rest, would go, 615|Hoping to bathe her limbs -- she called before 615|The gentle courtezan, who had gone 615|All naked to the court, and would have taught 615|Her how to get him rest, but that he slept: 615|"Since of the present day's events is nought; 615|Told thee so oft, in thy former lie, 't was told. 615|"And thou hadst been content, without delay, 615|To take the journey, whence I had your ear, 615|Ere yet the sun had rose; but since the hour 615|I heard that song, I had in no despite, 615|Hoping for better fortune; but, in sooth, 615|'Gainst this ill life-time I have done well, perforce, 615|Whereby my life is almost spent, and lost. 615|"And yet for all those things, which I have done, 615|I have so much admired your noble sprite, 615|That I have not been sorry of my deed, 615|Nor changed my thoughts, because I oftentimes 615|Have vowed against my life, I would not die, 615|Would never touch another's life again. 615|"This is my folly; that I never grieve 615|To leave another; that -- a fact no less -- 615|I never do thee wrong because I live: 615|And more against the truth have you offended. 615|No less I pray you do me no wrong. 615|"That will I not; nor have I any fear, 615|To make you such a prey to any foe. 615|But when I see thee, I will tell thee true, 615|That I no less respect thy gentle life, 615|Than others do, I deem, or should deem thee. 615|"For I shall see thee to the end; no child 615|Thou wilt have of me, save in thy place: 615|But that thou know that I for honour died, 615|I pray thee say, and not that another is. 615|For all would think I lived only to live 615|For my dear brother, and had none beside, 615|But him for whom I do so long a love, 615|To see, and love him well because I died." 615|The dame, who had this message well foregone, 615|And well had spoken, to her chambers flew; 615|Who, in her sorrow, that unhappy man, 615|Hears from his door an evil pestilence, 615|Which, in the same week -- which is the second week -- 615|For six days had kept the cavalier. 615|But it not only flies to murder's brink, 615|(Which would of love be worse than of the sword) 615|It spreads, and to the dame and cavalier 615|The pest pervades, which none can escape. 615|The pest the lady then so near had found, 615|When she the dame her secret kept from sight, 615|And, when the lady of the horn, in France, 615|Came to the tower, where late her lord she found. 615|The damsel, when she found the wight, but sore 615|And sorrowful, did well her lady show 615|For that she made a banishment from sight, 615|For very grief, which so inflamed her woe, 615|Was so distressed, she scarce one word might speak; 615|And in such high disdain she is, that she 615|For pity's sake desires to see again 615|Her lord, who in such woe is ruined sore, 615|That he scarce gets a drop from thence away; 615|And will not let him rest, who for his pain 615|Seems worn with woe and grief and anguish sore. 615|"So sad a cause," (says the dame to her friend,) 615| ======================================== SAMPLE 2380 ======================================== 1211|Wherein to take delight of sight, 1211|And in a ringle tolle. 1211|For the sight in heav'n, though bright it be, 1211|Shall in thy sight it die; 1211|And though there be in heav'n a place 1211|For to find sweet rest at last, 1211|Yet there's a place too near thine heart 1211|For to have need thereof. 1211|Then take a box, a ring, a urn, 1211|A pair of spectacles too, 1211|A glass, a face, an empty chair; 1211|And draw sweet air for me. 1211|This for her eyes, that for her mouth, 1211|For her hands, that for her feet; 1211|For her cheek, though sweet it be, 1211|And for the rest to let her hair 1211|Only hang loose from middle out, 1211|To make thy sight and thy delight. 1211|O, come hither, Death, and take thy toll. 1211|This for her eyes, that for her mouth, 1211|For her hands, though sweet, yet loose enough; 1211|For her cheek though sweet it be, 1211|And for the rest to let her hair 1211|Only hang loose from middle out. 1211|Come hither, Death, and take thy toll. 1211|This for her cheek, though sweet it be, 1211|For her hair it may be evil; 1211|For thyself, that thou might'st be glad 1211|If thou could'st take thy toll. 1211|I, that my Love's eye view, 1211|I, that my Love's eye view. 1211|From my sweet mouth at times 1211|I, from my sweet mouth at times 1211|I, that my Love's eye view. 1211|This could make him, as he view, 1211|He, that his eye view. 1211|When my Love walks in the fields with his Bow from the saddle, 1211|I, when my Love walks in the fields with his Bow from the saddle, 1211|O, when the Bow is bent, we see how he deals, and how he's bow'd, 1211|And how his eyes are many-folded as they gaze on me. 1211|I, when my Love walks in the fields with his Bow from the saddle, 1211|I, when my Love walks in the fields with his Bow from the saddle, 1211|My Love is bound to marry a Knight who never has bow'd, 1211|Who is not of that proud and princely House in Kent; 1211|Come, then, and see how he deals, my Love, and how he's bow'd. 1211|Come, then, and see how he deals, my Love, and how he's bow'd. 1211|My Love is bound to marry a Knight who never has bow'd, 1211|Knights by their deeds, men by their words, to me are dear; 1211|Come, then, and see how he deals, my Love, and how he's bow'd. 1211|My Love is bound to marry a Knight who never has bow'd, 1211|Knights by their looks, men their words, to me are true; 1211|Come, then, see how he deals, my Love, and how he's bow'd. 1211|Tis true we're come to talk of Love, 1211|Of Love, and of Love's sweet power; 1211|He that would well be charmed, I wis, 1211|Knows well how loved he should be. 1211|Love is an Artificer, 1211|Knows all that is patent; 1211|The secret, in full sight, he displays, 1211|Where Art and Love in equal strife 1211|Find out their own success. 1211|He that will be a prince of Love, 1211|As all good princes do, 1211|Will, Fortune-scrutch'd against the wind, 1211|Gain the greatest share of fame: 1211|So, ere he live, he'll use his days 1211|In making others great. 1211|Who knows but Love, may hope to win? 1211|So many fair ladies are 1211|Made with love, or so richly bound; 1211|He ======================================== SAMPLE 2390 ======================================== 19385|To him, 19385|A' auld wives wi' their ances an' amends, 19385|Their hearts aye sae hauft, 19385|A braw blythesome bluid wi' ane ance; 19385|And, if it were me, 19385|Auld Alice, I wad be your auld wife! 19385|A' amang the hales an' hails 19385|He's auctor bien, for mony a sair; 19385|Tho' thou art but a braw besom wife, 19385|I'll blythe be thysel'. 19385|Tak care thou ne'er de-light, 19385|The deuk o' thy sleep, 19385|For ne'er again thou'll rue 19385|Thy leal friend, Alice! 19385|Alas! alas! for my dearest lassie! 19385|Thy braw auld mither's awa'! 19385|The warld's a' gane to the kirk, 19385|The deuk o' Alice's awa'! 19385|A' thoween we've been baith, 19385|The fause of my brither; 19385|He sent me in his ghoat, 19385|A beggar wi' ane mair. 19385|It had been worth thy sorrow, 19385|Had ne'er taen a sicht; 19385|But a' thustin' was the fissure, 19385|And thou cam'st frae the warld. 19385|Alas! alas! for my dearest lassie! 19385|The warld's awa like the dark o' morn! 19385|Alas! alas! for my dearest lassie, 19385|And my laddie's awa'! 19385|He had been thoft o' a braw guid wife, 19385|And never had been ca'd a lad; 19385|And that thou auld wife were ay in truth, 19385|Alas! alas! for my dearest lassie! 19385|He had been thoft o' a guid wife, 19385|That was true and couldna lie; 19385|But the fient a tinnin, whaur thou was ca'd, 19385|Alas! alas!--for my dearest lassie! 19385|He had been thoft o' a guid wife, 19385|A guid wife fair and true; 19385|But, oh! the bogle, wha couldna been ca'd, 19385|Or thrawn it upon frae thy mind! 19385|For thunder had been ca'd upon thee, 19385|And thundered loud at a' wark, 19385|And thauf be on thy han' auld laird 19385|For my poor Alice o' the Burr. 19385|But, my laddie, 'twas a shamefu' braid, 19385|Thou couldna hae been ca'd a beggar; 19385|When thou had left my bairnies faire, 19385|And ta'en thy widow'd dame, 19385|My father's lass, and my mither's lovely young-- 19385|Oh! thou did'st thy best, my dame, 19385|But I will mak' thee a chiel, 19385|And that's the kind I'll gie thee, 19385|As I've been owre lang anither; 19385|And thy luve a blossom, 19385|As my laddie was wont o' mine, 19385|When thou did'st to them woo-- 19385|Sae I'll give thee the flower I'm fond o' best, 19385|As aye I've gien it my luve. 19385|My auld bannet-branches haud aside, 19385|And braid the hay-sweet leaves about; 19385|But I will give a gift to thee, 19385|A gowd guinea, gowd-flower-worth; 19385|And that my lad's mither's luve 19385|For to give a piece o' mine, 19385|Which I grawner thochts aye wad owre-so, 19 ======================================== SAMPLE 2400 ======================================== 1287|The maids of the Rhine;-- 1287|For, as thou dost now, 1287|The fairest of all may attend thee, 1287|And the best of all may be thine! 1287|A DULL and DREARY journey do I take, 1287|Through the forest of darkness to roam, 1287|And my task I ask not one; for I see 1287|A path to the kingdom of the dead! 1287|So I wander through the woods and hills, 1287|My heart is full and I wish and I pray; 1287|But a shadow is creeping before my eyes 1287|And his path is ever before me! 1287|And all is dark, and dark, and dark; 1287|Thou sayest that a bright and happy star 1287|Is shining above all this dreary storm. 1287|And he sits in the shadow; and he frowns 1287|And he looks in my face with scornful glare; 1287|And oh! when they come, oh! then will my heart 1287|Sicken and fall to the ground, 1287|For my light and joy, oh! how shall I bless 1287|To hear the awful steps of that deadly foe! 1287|And I sit alone in my lonely place 1287|In the gloomy forest, and I sigh and pine. 1287|I weep, as I think of my joy to go 1287|To the realm where my loved ones are not weak. 1287|I look to the far horizon, and I sigh,-- 1287|The joy and the longing, and the hope afar. 1287|And for those who will not be comforted, 1287|I feel it is better to die. 1287|Then, oh! may the dark be my trial and doom! 1287|And the paths which I trod be my doom! 1287|And my life in the forest be nigh-broken 1287|As I leave this life, in the kingdom of the dead! 1287|The sun, which I gaze upon 1287|With longing eye, sets at morn; 1287|And I to the country far depart, 1287|For the sun, that shines on the earth, 1287|Beams on thy beauty with glee. 1287|A soft light gleams from his gaze, 1287|As though, he knew not, to which 1287|The heart of him, by sorrow, bowed, 1287|Prayed that his sight might still descend, 1287|A vision of all good and fair; 1287|The moon a ray, which I'll send 1287|To hail, for thee, thy fair abode. 1287|The clouds, which thou lookest on, 1287|Dost always round thee ever weep; 1287|To thy love, whate'er its worth, 1287|Are added the thoughts of them; 1287|And thou dost, in their depths, confess 1287|A love which is not so dear. 1287|The lily, and rose-leaf, too, 1287|And blossoms of another hue, 1287|In thy heart, from their green boughs, 1287|Their beauties will quickly steal. 1287|A heart that is ever sad 1287|Is now alone, a barren tree: 1287|A life now a life's a burden, 1287|And thou'rt not happy and ill. 1287|I see thee with smiling brow, 1287|And I, like thee, am sorrowful; 1287|My heart for the good of both 1287|Mingles, for it cannot spare. 1287|Ah! the world shall not spare me, 1287|For it has too much of grief. 1287|As I see thee with smiling brow, 1287|The world with its thoughts is dull; 1287|And, when I think, my heart 1287|To see thee, in a melancholy mood,-- 1287|The world seems a lonely tree. 1287|TO what height can I raise my head, 1287|Without a single pebble to harm 1287|My spirit, before I die? 1287|If this seems far indeed, 1287|To raise my head from earth's low level, 1287|I must be, too, a pebble-name. 1287|A pebble- ======================================== SAMPLE 2410 ======================================== 4332|Went out; and she's sitting alone alone, 4332|And looks out at the garden from her window, 4332|And thinks of all the flowers in the fields 4332|Where they have never bloomed. 4332|And some are very white, 4332|And some are very red, 4332|And some are black as black can be; 4332|And some have rosy little eyes, 4332|And some are sad as canary bells, 4332|And some like little yellow stars 4332|That have danced along their edges. 4332|And some have hairs for little curls, 4332|And some have round white bellies, 4332|Some have little blue eyes, 4332|And some have little blue wings, 4332|And some are all topsy-turvy. 4332|Some have a smile on their faces, 4332|And bright smiles for others, 4332|And sad smiles for others, 4332|And happy smiles for others. 4332|And some are very gay, 4332|And some are very sly, 4332|And some are very thoughtful, 4332|And some are very melancholy; 4332|And some have noses like to pearls, 4332|Or eyes that stare out into the dark, 4332|And some have sinewed bands like leather; 4332|The blackbird is a wooden nose, 4332|The bluebird is a brasset, 4332|But the dullest of the bunch 4332|Is always glad to have his name in. 4332|So he sits with a rose 4332|Or a lily--and he thinks the while 4332|Of how he might love her, 4332|And love her now, had he only known 4332|The beauty of her face, 4332|And not the beauty of her mouth. 4332|And he thinks of her sitting so still 4332|With her little face against his hand, 4332|When all was dark, and he could lean 4332|Upon her trembling body, 4332|And know that her thoughts would always come 4332|Like the ripples on a sunny shore 4332|With little water and little sand. 4332|He thinks of all the things she loved, 4332|And how he might love her even more 4332|Had he but the voice of her name, 4332|And the touch of her hand in his own. 4332|But the soft voice of silence dies with him, 4332|And his heart is all 4332|Out in the wide windy world, 4332|Where the roses blow, 4332|As though the flowers would never fade. 4332|There has been a wonderful surge, 4332|A wind of change 4332|Comes on the great sea, 4332|Trampling and shod with sandals, 4332|He carries a burden of change. 4332|He is frightened of sleep. 4332|He has heard the sound of horses 4332|At the gates of Rome; and the stir of feet 4332|He fears to see. 4332|He has seen the morning break on the sun, 4332|A long, long time ago; he knows the light, 4332|And how it changes-- 4332|And the stars that fling 4332|They have changed to dust on the darkening sky. 4332|He thinks of how 4332|Women mocked his strength, 4332|And their mouths were blackened at his kisses. 4332|And there was a great fear in his head 4332|That they would be changed. 4332|And when he is caught 4332|With a beautiful pearl 4332|Under his ragged hair, 4332|He thinks of the red 4332|Dancing of dawn at the far windy gate, 4332|When his hand clung, 4332|And his eyes were dark 4332|Under a mask of white, 4332|And a priest, who came 4332|With his rosary and song, 4332|And said, "He is free 4332|And is in heaven." 4332|And there is a terrible weight, 4332|A weight that weighs upon his eyes, 4332|And he sees 4332|How all things are 4332|About him and his own body, and the sea 4332|That has no fear anymore of him, ======================================== SAMPLE 2420 ======================================== 1382|With the last of the night? 1382|How is your world, my loved, 1382|With your life, with your heart 1382|And your love? 1382|The world is mine as of old 1382|With the dawn in me! 1382|There the day came, bright and strong, 1382|To the young heart, like light 1382|That gave us, as to one we sought, 1382|Life that shall be. 1382|How shall I say it, though 1382|Earth be never ours that lost 1382|To the young heart to-day? 1382|And my life and his, and mine 1382|May not be mine for aye! 1382|And his life and mine apart 1382|Shall be ever one. 1382|Yet not in this we speak, my child, 1382|As the world with us dispart, 1382|Though our lives be one. 1382|I look at you, fair maid, for an instant and aye 1382|On a woman's brows. 1382|Not the sun-sweet virgin-tint, 1382|The blue jessamine, 1382|But a face that has gazed on truth 1382|In the glow of love. 1382|Thro' the long-drawn years for the first time 1382|She who held us long 1382|Shall have dominion o'er the heart, 1382|To be a queen. 1382|As the night on day, our love shall sit 1382|In the breast of man! 1382|I shall know the truth ere he 1382|Know the truth in life's old day, 1382|And he need no wile! 1382|As is she, who, for his offence 1382|Taught him the art, 1382|By her pride she teaches, for his sake, 1382|Truth of him to know. 1382|Hail, verily, unto the true, 1382|The pure in heart! 1382|Hail, with soul of the sacred, the one true life! 1382|The only true life! 1382|With a spirit like a bird's in the sunshine, 1382|And a soul, like the gay; 1382|As our life she is sweet; and we too one day 1382|We two shall be one! 1382|She shall have a soul to love us as she loves, 1382|And a body to bleed! 1382|In the world's high place I would be and be, 1382|Limping ever as manly. 1382|But I have at rest in the realm of the lower 1382|And a better part: 1382|I should be the better; and I was born 1382|In a better flesh. 1382|My life is a dream: she shall be mine, 1382|And I shall depart; 1382|I shall leave all for my beloved, 1382|And she leave all for me. 1382|He is dead, as a God is dead, 1382|And the Lord God lives: and the world is blest. 1382|He whom He chose is a King. 1382|He, when the world went out to war 1382|With the world behind, 1382|Looked for peace in the earth and air. 1382|He passed on the wing; 1382|Death stood in the place where He lies. 1382|He, on all the winds that blow, 1382|Ringed with a shield of flame. 1382|O when shall He make end? 1382|Death stands in His place. 1382|He who was God, is an ass; 1382|His heart and head are shorn: 1382|He, in the night is a fool. 1382|He, when the world was in a rind, 1382|In His face the light. 1382|He, in all the deeds that must, 1382|Seemed sick to go 1382|As an out-of-tune. 1382|In the places of the dead 1382|There shall be none to judge and bow. 1382|In the heaven of the coming day, 1382|I will rise and go. 1382|He, of all the men of earth and sky, 1382|Rises in my place, 1382 ======================================== SAMPLE 2430 ======================================== 8197|I will not hear 8197|The voices of the mourners of my people. 8197|Not in this grave, 8197|Where we have lain for ages 8197|The feet 8197|Of our great leaders; in no place 8197|Will they tread, 8197|Without a word of prayer. 8197|They will lie not far from me and from you, brother, 8197|But to my home, where I have many kin,--and there 8197|The one whom we had never had the power to share. 8197|In this deep home, 8197|Where never love of me, nor the light 8197|Of your bright eyes, 8197|Were ever wed to it. 8197|We should not share in our sorrow, 8197|Nor in our tears, 8197|Or in our sorrow, nor in our tears are we! 8197|We would not seek 8197|To live in this dark grave of ours in the grave, 8197|As our forefathers had lived here in peace, 8197|Before the coming of the White Man 8197|Of whom the Lord had spoken to Moses 8197|When he spake to the children 8197|In the breathful tones 8197|Of the mighty God. 8197|They dwelt in the country of Edens; a star 8197|Out of the night, a light 8197|In the darkness of dread 8197|Where the earth lay cold and desolate. 8197|They lived like the trees, like the grasses 8197|Out of the land, 8197|An unapparent presence for the night. 8197|The white man came, and looked, 8197|And saw all this and knew the white man's power. 8197|His power was like a flame, 8197|His might as the breath of life, 8197|In that he was strong 8197|And of a courage that was not fear. 8197|And that he was one 8197|Not unwisely valiant, 8197|For He is kind and He is stern. 8197|But our strength was vast 8197|And our courage was supreme, 8197|And we turned the white man to a brute, 8197|Or else he slew 8197|The God of His grace, 8197|And we were left in the dark 8197|Of a vast and silent wood, 8197|Without a light, 8197|And without a soul. 8197|A light, a light, a light, 8197|A light! for the God who is a star! 8197|My brother's dead and I am dead alone. 8197|As a white rose 8197|In the spring, 8197|For an hour, 8197|And then laid aside and forgotten. 8197|I shall not remember it. 8197|I shall not care. 8197|The leaves of the world are red, 8197|And the light, 8197|A blossom 8197|Sets like a sword 8197|On the tree of my knowledge 8197|That I saw of light, 8197|And the world is dark, 8197|And leaves of the world are red. 8197|I know that I shall not be, 8197|That the shadows will not stay, 8197|And I shall not cry 8197|That the red leaves 8197|Are dead,-- 8197|I shall not cry. 8197|For each leaf 8197|That dies, that is red means 8197|Death. 8197|For the red leaves 8197|That are put aside, 8197|I shall not know 8197|If a leaf 8197|Was sorrowful, 8197|Though the red leaves 8197|That are put aside be sorrowful 8197|Though the dead leaves 8197|Be put aside, 8197|I shall not seek 8197|And no tears 8197|Are shed. 8197|For the red flowers 8197|That lie in the grasses 8197|That I found, 8197|And the pale flowers 8197|That grow out, 8197|I shall not see 8197|If they are cold, 8197|I shall not know. 8197|I am only a flower, 8197|Though a rose 8197|Has taken the place of my brother ======================================== SAMPLE 2440 ======================================== 1745|Of those same Sons of God, to whom his might & Honour do belong, 1745|And who shall henceforth in his presence and his presence only 1745|Judgment after Judgment shall sit, and they shall be called most 1745|worthy. 1745|Then said his Father, from the mouth up to the crown of Heav'n, 1745|The Nut-brown Egg, the Gosper of this New Dispensation, 1745|From whence that Gold without spot of Grudge hath hither come; 1745|"Cast it into the fire, that it burne; the rest wait on me." 1745|He spake; and from the fire, in three parts, were the Ashes 1745|cast; and one part was white, and the rest a deep red vein. 1745|Ah Fount, brake by a single Peer amongst his Sons, 1745|Whose great sole Supremacy now makes one day half-beckoning 1745|To rent and ruin, how it would chace the big Rivals, 1745|To see thy sacred head! but Fate stands mute; to wreck 1745|Thy sacred head, and ruin thy Son, is all thy care; 1745|For in these latter days from thy Tower so high, 1745|A stranger might aspire to build a house of ours, 1745|Warm'd by the Sun, as with the Sun the Airs are smok'd 1745|In England, and thy ruins almost ashen 1745|Are trodden under foote; while not a Spear need call 1745|For vengeance to the battle; but the Sword and Mace, 1745|The beamy Executioners of Justice, have made 1745|Law ready, and delight with noise of Skulls alone. 1745|Thus hath he spoken: from the hot coals of Bacon, 1745|To the cool bath in Bathe the Learned rise, 1745|And while they rise in wrath uniting Power and Power, 1745|Put off the Old, and join for Law their Sons; 1745|Parting the old from Truth to Sloth, and putting on 1745|Th' unwonted Joy of Truth by Knowledge; part the Young 1745|From Honour to a wantonness of Sense, and part 1745|The Old World's Wisdom till it make contradiction; 1745|Making all these Engendrie and Engrossing Rules, 1745|One Supremely new, and having none beside 1745|But in themselves unmixed, that none may fault or heed 1745|What different hearts and minds are breathed or brought forth. 1745|Thus is each soul with Power within itself fine-trickled, 1745|Till one like Spirit moves, and speaks, and so subsists; 1745|One Spirit with Unity reconcil'd to Man 1745|Thus stands established, and thus stands accurst, 1745|The just now coming, and the promised Seed is sowd, 1745|Us'd to produce goodly Fruit ere to-morrow, 1745|Fruit that will produce goodly Children, and to none 1745|Save those few whom God specially hath chast, 1745|Gaining Communion to the Sons of Men 1745|For the great edification of the World; 1745|Priests, Pious, and Glorious, for the time to be 1745|The preserve of Gods; but after Time shall see 1745|What have increased consumption and wid'ry, 1745|As a burthen to the Soul, to fill the joints 1745|With sinews, and to fill with Immortals Arms 1745|The mighty barracks of the World, and all her Bodies Gates, 1745|And all her Fountains and deluges: then shall come 1745|SATAN, who shall seduce from all those Triumvirs 1745|The joyful World, and set them in his power; 1745|The Earth lamenting, and the Jobsome Hills 1745|All drunken with the Jasses, and with Bass 1745|Shall forget their Lakes, their Nymphs and Beaux shall part, 1745|And nought but Neck and River shall unite them River, 1745|And all the Linelikian streams of Spleen shall cease, 1745|As the same Spirit with them shall transport them, 1745|But as the World's Material Heav'n at length leading, 1745|Shall bring both Jails and Common-Market together; 1745|Ease ======================================== SAMPLE 2450 ======================================== 30672|With the first star that she saw, that was the sign of her 30672|That a great deed was done; and from that a mighty fame 30672|Might be gained; and a few years, and they forgot 30672|Her who was so pitiful, her who was so fair. 30672|"O, that life were a dream that's not reality, 30672|That the dream of the years were a charmed image, 30672|That some song, or some tale, or some innocent jest 30672|Might revive my heart! O, that the world around 30672|Might not mock the heart that trembled to be alive! 30672|"The world is sadder, the world are a darker place, 30672|The heart, that is beating a pang of a broken shrine, 30672|Is weary-breathed, and dazed, and aching in the sun; 30672|The joys that are fleeting leave it a wrecking o'er, 30672|And the pleasures that lie in the air are a curse; 30672|Love's hand is on it: and its heart is on the rack, 30672|And the world is a madman whom Love has made mad. 30672|"A weary-laden soul is a heart of the earth, 30672|That lies down and slumbers, where joy lies and laughs, 30672|A-feeling life's drowsiness, whose bosom is heavy, 30672|To dreamt of a worse world and a fairer sky. 30672|"O, had I been in thy arms to stand and watch, 30672|To feel thy dim smile melting into my own, 30672|To meet the life in the sunshine, to feel you so, 30672|To greet each sweet thought of thee, as it flickered through, 30672|"O, then, the world were a vision!--and I were lost, 30672|A wasting passion and a fruitless treasure, 30672|A thing that never had a birth of its own, 30672|Made a mockery of the world in its pride. 30672|"It is true that the years have a charm of their own, 30672|They never leave us; but the soul is not given, 30672|For no hope is in it that can give belief, 30672|And faith is the soul's surety, if the soul be blest. 30672|"Though life be a dream, as some believe, I say, 30672|In the deep, sunny-shining heart I was right, 30672|As the light in your eyes, in the deep, sunny sky, 30672|To the dream there has been no false or vain thing. 30672|"O, that the world were a world of a world of peace, 30672|A dream, a delusion, a mockery, a naught! 30672|What can the world give, in the joys it provides, 30672|But what hope holds? what faith,--faith in the future! 30672|"Life and death, and pleasure and sorrow, they stand 30672|Like two great monsters before the visioned soul, 30672|With a giant's fist of stone in their grip; 30672|But the soul's strength--its heart is the stronger so, 30672|And the gods smile down on it through its sad heart. 30672|"No life, and no life without it, is worth while, 30672|Though a jest may be heard flying from some tongue, 30672|Or the glory of glory be stolen from the gaze, 30672|And the heart beat more when the hope of the future 30672|Be with us, though it should be dead to us. 30672|"I came upon you when life's hour had come, 30672|And I saw, as I groped along the hill, 30672|The last little child of the English race, 30672|Grown up in a land of freedom, and its fame, 30672|In a land where all hearts beat, in a land of hope, 30672|"And a mighty people came to take up the throng 30672|To fight the foe that they knew was on the earth, 30672|Of his people, and their rights, and the cause they fought, 30672|Which should have never come--for the world was new, 30672|And the world may laugh or cry at its follies and wrongs, 30672|For the world is tired of its ======================================== SAMPLE 2460 ======================================== 16688|With a laugh or a "Ahoy!" 16688|We are all happy together, 16688|When the moonlight shines. 16688|From our shadows, dear, look down, 16688|On each other's cheeks and eyes, 16688|While, in a sweet surprise, 16688|You are smiling, little one, 16688|Or a baby, or a lily-bell, 16688|Or a daisy, for the rest. 16688|So the shadows of trees, and steeples of stone 16688|Fade away; and the bells of distant bells 16688|Ring to each other in the twilight air, 16688|Chimes, and all the bells of the distant bells. 16688|We are all happy together, 16688|So the evening is serene, and the moon 16688|Grows, when her light is warmest, a silver crown 16688|About the brow of the distant hill. 16688|How like a dream is the moment's seeming! 16688|With its dreary, drowsy sound, 16688|All that seems so dear and pure to the soul 16688|Is like a fairy tale to the sense. 16688|Like the fairy dream, bright, joyous, noble, 16688|And full of fairy magic's power; 16688|Like the fairy scene, how bright, how glorious! 16688|And like a vision of heaven itself. 16688|When, from the fields the sweet, summer birds 16688|Come and whisper love's sweet lay, 16688|And all the flowers on every tree 16688|To heart-cheering sweetness breathe. 16688|Then, from the fields the sweet, summer birds 16688|Come and whisper love's sweet lay, 16688|And all the flowers on every tree 16688|To heart-cheering sweetness breathe. 16688|When, in the evening, through the forest dells, 16688|The wild thyme stalks with spicy breath, 16688|When, by the brook, on roofs of stately towers, 16688|The summer lily lights. 16688|Then, from the fields the sweet, summer birds 16688|Come and whisper love's sweet lay, 16688|And all the flowers on every tree 16688|To heart-cheering sweetness breathe. 16688|When, on her couch beneath the beechen boughs, 16688|Nature's darling slumb'st by art, 16688|Like to a tuneful bird she wakes her soul 16688|For artful verse divine. 16688|When, from her pillow, on the warm earth's breast, 16688|Nature's darling slumb'st by art, 16688|She breathes upon the wild thyme's fervor, 16688|And dreams it to a strain; 16688|When, like a tuneful bird, she wakes her soul 16688|For artful verse divine. 16688|While singing the wild thyme at dawn, 16688|In the sweet-brier's fragrant heart, 16688|Her gentle voice the sweet-briar bids us hear 16688|As she wanders in the bowers. 16688|While singing the wild thyme at dawn, 16688|In the sweet-brier's fragrant heart, 16688|Her gentle voice the sweet-briar bids us hear 16688|As she wanders in the bowers. 16688|I will sing thee songs, my angel fair, 16688|Thou'rt chosen my attendant here, 16688|Where love and good shall be thy care 16688|And the dewy sweet-briar's welcome. 16688|I will sing thee songs, sweet bird, 16688|My lady to her chamber hies; 16688|For her heart is quick to flit 16688|To the bright eyes of her dearie, 16688|And the lark, so oft her guest, 16688|Hath his window open wide, 16688|With his loudest trumpet swells, 16688|And his songs, so frequently dear, 16688|Shout from morn unto morn; 16688|But she sings most when the sweet flowers 16688|Are blooming by her window-sill. 16688|I will sing thee songs, my angel fair, 16688|Thou hast chosen my attendant here, 16688|I was first of ladies,-- 16688| ======================================== SAMPLE 2470 ======================================== 42035|A great city to the sea. 42035|And, since she has gone, that city lives, 42035|In grandeur, like a thing of state, 42035|Whose beauty is its strength. 42035|And, since my mother's house stood here, too, 42035|With roof and walls and windows wide, 42035|And windows wrought of many a gem-- 42035|The gem of many a jacinth ring-- 42035|I think and dream that she must be 42035|Here now, to be my mother dear." 42035|And, as she said this, a faint voice outtoold, 42035|"You are not a child," she said; "when you walk 42035|The street, you seem a man; not one 42035|Of you is young--one child might me. 42035|"If in that house, and here, and there, 42035|Some children do in olden days 42035|Rumble and prance, a lady of the world, 42035|I wonder what you mean. Are you 42035|A spirit, seeking, seeking, yearning, 42035|"No woman born of her own free choice 42035|Can choose a child, can so divine 42035|Our children's birth and beauty--that we are 42035|Forlorn in this! O, take the child! 42035|And take the little one and bring 42035|With thee the joy of that great day, 42035|The joy of all-unfathomable things; 42035|The joy of being whole, and strong, and glad, 42035|And free; and, more than all, the joy of being glad." 42035|And suddenly from that olden place, 42035|And from the lady at her feet, 42035|Some voice outtaught me, "It is she-- 42035|The Lady of this olden place 42035|And fair in this new grace and bloom! 42035|"Her love may not be quite so deep 42035|Or pure, or good, as ours is high, 42035|Although she may not see it so; 42035|But that she cannot choose, I know; 42035|Nor can she ever do us ill, 42035|If she be love, and love is great love." 42035|As one that knew 42035|What I should find 42035|If I should wander all alone, 42035|He said: "Let be, 42035|Let be the fears 42035|That seem to be, 42035|Let us be glad 42035|That the joy 42035|Of our home shall be, 42035|And be as sweet 42035|As the joy we cherish now. 42035|For let us know 42035|As a child who weeps 42035|As a man, we too 42035|Are glad; and happy then." 42035|And all day long 42035|I loved the place, 42035|For there in my own way 42035|I found the way 42035|Into the joy 42035|Of the olden day; 42035|And then, and then the day. 42035|And, as I loved the place, 42035|I grew to know 42035|As a child that knew 42035|What I should find, 42035|For a friend and child, 42035|I grew to see 42035|How great life's joy 42035|Could be in the olden days. 42035|And all day long I loved the place; 42035|For there, with my child, I went, 42035|With the olden joy I found 42035|Wherein my feet might roam 42035|All day long. 42035|And when the night was done, 42035|When the lights began to twinkle 42035|At the end of the street, 42035|I could see that my child had 42035|Had a dream, 42035|That had seemed the same 42035|As the dreams the olden days. 42035|And what was the dream about? 42035|Nothing; and yet 42035|The day was past; 42035|I dreamed no more, 42035|And I dreamed no more-- 42035|But, as the night grew dim, 42035|I heard the night bird singing 42035|With a low sweet note ======================================== SAMPLE 2480 ======================================== 4010|The knight that never knew of fear, 4010|Yet trembled to the thought of crime, 4010|Pierced our proud baron's spine with steel, 4010|And laid him dead at bottom of the fosse. 4010|Thus while the host was gathered round, 4010|And every ear was fixed on Fate, 4010|That fateful day beheld we stay 4010|The lance-bearer in his course; 4010|Yet all within, unknown to pain, 4010|Sang still as when the knights were slain; 4010|For many a lady, in the shade, 4010|Reclined, by fancy hears the song: 4010|No other music fills the air, 4010|No eye is bent, no hand is stirred, 4010|But echoes fall on treble ear, 4010|And all is still till judgement sate. 4010|Yet, when his song, with soundless clang, 4010|The lonely forest tost, and rang 4010|With clangour of the wind in chase, 4010|The startled shepherd to his steed 4010|Went forth; and, to the peasantry, 4010|The news that came their battle bore; 4010|Tower and bastion swept away 4010|Beneath the banners of France, 4010|And Vandalia's land of snow, 4010|And the wide Saxon's savage wall. 4010|Yet in the field of battle ne'er, 4010|While lance and helm are bright, 4010|Has France a victory in so great a sway; 4010|No vassal of such fearful might 4010|Has ever sought the field alone; 4010|By castles, lakes, and vales, his course 4010|He scours the world like a brave knight. 4010|Himself with sceptre in his hand, 4010|And in dark shades of woodland drear, 4010|He rules, nor ever, like the Knight 4010|Of Valour's grave on Normandy's plain, 4010|Hath left his life his sire's abode, 4010|Though living in all hearts around; 4010|His soul, if to it some return, 4010|Like him of old so wide and strong, 4010|Hath been for ever on earth's bosom fraught. 4010|And when the battle raged abroad, 4010|The English king, amid his troop, 4010|Met with the English hero there, 4010|To ask how he might aid the cause. 4010|The woeful squire, that for his child 4010|By treachery was doomed to bleed, 4010|Looked on with pitying air, and said 4010|"To us no less the hazard pays, 4010|Because so often to our hands 4010|England's vengeance we have borne." 4010|But, "Lord! to trust," he scarce had said, 4010|"A squire who never understood 4010|Our pain; that, on so brave an arm, 4010|Let every good and brave heart have place." 4010|He paused a moment, then replied 4010|Unto that valiant earl: "Thy look, 4010|Thy looks of mildness o'er us cast, 4010|And I had deem'd the knight of might 4010|Of the old Saxon line had died a death of shame; 4010|But such the judgment of the blast: 4010|Yet, as thy daughter is of worth, 4010|And of such might in battle blent, 4010|Shall Europe burn for her repose; 4010|And England in these wilds shall rue the day." 4010|'Twas the first hour of sunset-tide, 4010|When the dawn's first drowsy flush 4010|The still pool spreads for rest and ease 4010|About the western hills; 4010|When the wan stars, like winged gales, 4010|Float through the reedy glades, 4010|And the still air, like an unseen shrine, 4010|Is a shrine of love and bliss. 4010|The first faint blush of the moon 4010|Turned silent as the wayfaring host 4010|From the dark forest trail: 4010|When we saw slowly creeping o'er 4 ======================================== SAMPLE 2490 ======================================== 2732|The people want this great idea; 2732|I never heard what they want, 2732|But I'll say what I think they need 2732|(Though if I've got my conscience clean, 2732|I cannot keep from saying it). 2732|They've a great time under fire: 2732|To be a martyr you've got to try 2732|As hard as he that's written it, 2732|(As he that's written it has tried, 2732|I think the world will kindly take 2732|A man like him and let him try). 2732|They've a great way to travel on 2732|Till they get back to England 2732|(But I know they have a dash 2732|Of good stuff in a little pocket), 2732|And they never have to sleep at all 2732|That's very bad indeed and rude. 2732|But I'm sure they've a very small chance; 2732|I'm sure I'm wrong. Oh! God pity 2732|Old Misery! (If I had the power, 2732|I'd run for a Bishop without delay, 2732|And be a Pope and then a priest): 2732|Then Heaven help him! (he would not a malencolie) 2732|God pity him! That's the best way to go. 2732|I thought you'd like to hear from me. 2732|The country is beautiful, 2732|The country is fair, 2732|But let me tell you what I'm going to say 2732|In regard to the country. 2732|If you don't like it, why don't you go 2732|And change with another woman 2732|There's a garden in the country: 2732|And it is a pleasant country, 2732|But I can't, because the people 2732|Are rude to me and take away 2732|My place and my enjoyment 2732|And if you like it, go and tell your neighbors, 2732|I've nothing against it: 2732|They can't well stand gazing at a woman 2732|In a heavy coat under her bonnet 2732|A' dripping with the rain: 2732|They think it a disgrace; 2732|It isn't a habit that she adopted; 2732|But it happens to be one 2732|That is common among boys 2732|(Or else it's only a habit of mine): 2732|But she's a girl, and I don't like girls; 2732|If she's a boy he's an idol 2732|Who'd better do without: 2732|Go and tell your neighbors, they can't well stand staring at her, 2732|She's too old for a girl; 2732|I don't like big boys, 2732|But if you're a man 2732|You must take her up if you want her to be a woman: 2732|I don't like big boys, I say; 2732|Don't go, and I don't blame you if you should. 2732|I don't like big boys, but if you don't want a girl 2732|You must look at a man. 2732|You are to be pitied. 2732|How could a country man 2732|Constantly be sulking 2732|When he can't get place 2732|Because his country's turning out of phase? 2732|If you haven't got any children, why, 2732|Why don't you have any? 2732|Or if you do, why let them be 2732|Instead of having them? 2732|The men of the country have a right 2732|To be pitied, don't you see? 2732|The women have an even right 2732|To be pitied, do you see? 2732|We all of a body, it seems to me, 2732|Have a right to a house; 2732|You could be doing a deed to spoil it, 2732|And not think it a crime 2732|To leave it; what's a man to do 2732|With half of the necessaries there? 2732|We all of a body have a right 2732|To a decent dinner, I think; 2732|To a pleasant word spoken or said, 2732|To a chat, a half-formed wish, 2732|To a little talk ======================================== SAMPLE 2500 ======================================== 26199|We had a bargain, sir--it's true-- 26199|We'd sell our houses, if we could; 26199|But when he took himself away, 26199|And left us, we could not find him. 26199|"We took, as a rule, up the cash, 26199|And all our creditors were paid; 26199|The banker, by the bye-laws, 26199|Our bonds were quite a waste of cash. 26199|We've plenty of cash--'twas the fact-- 26199|We took them, as it were out of date. 26199|A man who took his life away 26199|Might have a quarrel with the banks,-- 26199|It really wouldn't be better 26199|Than to have both your cash and yean; 26199|And yet there wasn't peace till he 26199|Went in and sat down as a 'keeper! 26199|A very slight chance of life 26199|We took with him on various adventures."-- 26199|"Well, he may have made the most of it, 26199|But you never think of it when you're drinking. 26199|You're always thinking of the past orchard, 26199|Or of the river--and, in truth, 26199|I think it would have been wiser, sir, 26199|For both your houses and your life 26199|To get the rest you had before." 26199|"To us it will appear unkind 26199|Not to get your hopes up when you're drinking-- 26199|The most of our life was not a load 26199|That we could just as well have tossed on _the _rail_." 26199|"And what of the future? I have seen 26199|Of a house that's fall'n on some waste water, 26199|And of a garden that's wasted too-- 26199|So I'm not unhappy with my lot, 26199|And I hope that my lot is to bear." 26199|"And yet there's one part of your story 26199|I've missed, and that's that the bank fore-talked; 26199|And your future is, like my own, 26199|The least of our fears and our worries. 26199|I've made some preparations, sir-- 26199|I have to attend to _some_ things." 26199|"Yes, sir--to-morrow begin them; 26199|The bank will give you a share of it. 26199|To-morrow night--at nine o'clock-- 26199|It's midnight at Waterloo Pier; 26199|And though I'd like to see you now, 26199|You'd better be there to-morrow." 26199|"I don't know if I ought to begin-- 26199|It's rather late, and I've little time,-- 26199|But I am much indebted to you, sir, 26199|For what you've thought and done to-day." 26199|"You've written some lines of mine to-day, 26199|And you've put on my names where those do not appear; 26199|But you may have got them from a friend of yours, 26199|Then your friend thinks himself a poet too. 26199|You are not a poet? Well, sir, if you are, 26199|There are few people on earth half so clever-- 26199|Few folks, you must own, quite so _prodigiously_ bright, 26199|Though the world says "not to be mistaken." 26199|You would say 'twas an excellent man, 26199|And a very clever fellow too; 26199|But he thought the road to Waterloo 26199|Was all a little steep and black. 26199|The road is long, and rough, and black, 26199|And his horse broke down as he galloped on. 26199|All that gall, and all that trouble, 26199|He put down to the loss of the last mile, 26199|And what he would do in that sorry state 26199|He now put on to prove it right. 26199|You ought to have seen him, and ought to have heard, 26199|The poor bit horse that was his charge to him; 26199|And his name was "Bub,"--and the trouble he had-- 26199|You ought to have heard him swear--and swear. 26199|Oh, the poor ======================================== SAMPLE 2510 ======================================== 16376|A thousand kisses, and a thousand names, 16376|Which still were yours, as of old; a thousand views, 16376|Of life from your far home, and of the years 16376|That made them what they were, and not again. 16376|A thousand times--and yet not for a day 16376|Makes man the same as he was yesterday; 16376|Not for a day makes man an excursé, 16376|But for a lifetime of solid truth; is left 16376|A flame to trace the steps of his desire,-- 16376|With tears and kisses he becomes a husband. 16376|Oh, the dream that was life, to live it through, 16376|The life no sense of loss outlived; a heaven 16376|Where all was truth and nothing but, in sun 16376|And water, grass and flower, and all in flower. 16376|Oh, the rapture of living that the mind 16376|Seemed all to make, to meet, to yield, to hear, 16376|To gaze on, through the rapture of life and thought! 16376|To know and not to know, oh, to have and hold-- 16376|To see and hear and not to hear, to feel and not feel, 16376|To know and not to feel; all life and death 16376|Made one; to know, and not to know, was Life. 16376|The Life was Life; my lips could not prolong 16376|Its sentence; the end was far away to me. 16376|The Future stood in the way of my way, 16376|And took my substance, not my thinking mind; 16376|The Present sat with me on these sad hills, 16376|And beckoned at me with her silver hands, 16376|And walked with me on the downs; she was my host: 16376|But I was not her servant,--I was afraid. 16376|She gave me shelter and life's best diet, 16376|But threatened that I found my journey vain 16376|To-morrow, in the dark and silent night, 16376|And that to-morrow might see the dark abyss 16376|I had so hid from human eyes but yesterday. 16376|I knew that the world was cruel and cold, 16376|That the best things were fenced round the narrow pass, 16376|And that a few blind men might stumble on life's truth, 16376|And stumbling on the truth might die among the darkness. 16376|But I did not feel the world's cruelty; 16376|I knew that love could find a sheltering host 16376|For what it hated, and that a brave soul 16376|Might have courage to wander past the reach 16376|Of cruel fate, and have courage to endure. 16376|I knew this, and wept before I learned it; 16376|Yet it came to me--this thought: What if I die 16376|Beside my own son at birth or the end? 16376|I lived as God wills, and I knew it, I; 16376|Yet I did not know how far beyond it all 16376|Another thought began to wonder why 16376|The will of God should rule so long, and why 16376|God in His time had forgot my worth as wife 16376|And mother--that we are not meant to feel. 16376|It was but as a wind that brought a rose 16376|To a gardened cedar--and all that it wrought 16376|Made the cedar taller and the rose none the less. 16376|And when we grew older, it was all too strange 16376|To think there was no help for it--we grew older; 16376|And when my last year's shadow had come on me, 16376|The thought came, Oh, my mind was such a dreamer! 16376|We drifted and talked apart, and I felt sure 16376|That if I prayed a prayer, it would not be heard; 16376|We laughed because I let my hopes and dreams 16376|Beset me, and my thoughts were such a mix. 16376|"A husband I shall be before, and then"-- 16376|You said it; no, I answered "I shall be dead; 16376|The night is dark and cold; we shall not sail; 16376|But we will sit and wait till love and hope 16376|Are met in death, ======================================== SAMPLE 2520 ======================================== 1381|With a song of a bird upon a branch. 1381|He sang it o'er and o'er, at her feet. 1381|He sang it the whole day through, 1381|In the spring to the dusk of the moon - 1381|And the child thought in wonder and sorrow, 1381|"I never shall be like William!" 1381|Then he kissed the hair of her head. 1381|He kissed the cheek of her feet. 1381|In her arms he put a pearl and a diamond. 1381|He put it down, and with eyes downcast, 1381|He kissed it twice and thrice, 1381|And "Oh, that's my baby now!" 1381|As he kissed his love the third time, 1381|She heard the white dove fly, 1381|And clasped her hands and said, "I never will!" 1381|O'er them in his arms he laid her 1381|In the twilight of the night. - 1381|Her lips were wet for tears, 1381|As a child's mayflower is wet with May. 1381|"Come home, my darling, come home, my baby, 1381|And be glad, as I am glad! 1381|Come to the light of my love's kind eyes, 1381|And kiss them, and drink their love." 1381|O, the soft moon o'er the waters, 1381|O, the silver stars in heaven; 1381|And a whisper in the midnight silence, 1381|And a sound of the ship's motion on the beach. 1381|The moon and the stars and the ship, 1381|The sea and the moon and the stars! 1381|There were sounds o'er all these hidden places, 1381|Of the whispering of waters in the dark; 1381|Of a voice, that in the night was heard, 1381|And the sound of the ship's motion on the sea. 1381|The moon and the stars and the ship, 1381|The sea and the moon and the stars! 1381|Like a ship a-sailing in the night, 1381|Like a ship a-sailing in the night: 1381|And the voice of the night was, "Come home, come home to-night!" 1381|And the moon and the stars and the ship, 1381|The sea and the moon and the ship. 1381|O, the soft moon o'er the waters, 1381|O, the silver stars in heaven: 1381|And a whisper in the midnight silence, 1381|And a sound of the ship's motion on the sea. 1381|O, the soft moon o'er the waters, 1381|And the silver stars in heaven. 1381|Like a little flower in the night, 1381|Like a flower in the night: 1381|And the voice of the night was, "Oh, come home to-night!" 1381|And the moon and the stars and the ship, 1381|The sea and the moon and the ship! 1381|There was a sound o'er all these hidden places, 1381|Of the creaking oars at night 1381|And the singing of birds on the heights:- 1381|A wild bird's song: or was it shrill 1381|Of a nightingale?-and the star-winged 1381|Birds of heaven from their nest in air! 1381|How, with fluttering wing and dainty ear, 1381|Sang the nightingale to the nightingale! 1381|And the birds were glad, and the nights were bright 1381|While the nightingale, her song renewing, 1381|Sang to those in heaven, "Oh, come! come! come!" - 1381|And the nightingale to nightingale singing. 1381|O, the soft moon o'er the waters, 1381|O, the silver stars in heaven! 1381|And the whispering in the silent night! 1381|The nightingales sang, and died. 1381|A nightingale! a nightingale! 1381|A wild bird's song: or was it sad, 1381|Sad, in such times, as these? - 1381|And the birds in their deep nests died, 1381|Alone, in the silent night! 1381|O, the ======================================== SAMPLE 2530 ======================================== 38511|This place of peace and lustre, 38511|Of beauty and of life, 38511|Wherever love and lust are found, 38511|This is the fountain-head 38511|Where the bright waves of life run. 38511|When love or beauty falls 38511|The blood of this fountain is 38511|The place where it first may be. 38511|I have my eye on the earth of the eternal Lord, 38511|And I turn my face unto it, but the eyes grow dim: 38511|And I cannot find the way unto him. 38511|When my heart grows faint and my hands become empty, 38511|Then my feet remain upon the barren shore, 38511|As I lean upon the hand of night. 38511|When my heart grows weary and old, 38511|And I look into the abysses of life, 38511|Then I see at last the truth 38511|That had been hidden in the deep, 38511|And I speak to the world, "Come away!" 38511|I will draw nigh, and with my soul I will sit, 38511|And with mine eyes close shut, I will gaze thereon; 38511|And with my soul will I lead you unto Him 38511|And with my hands will I teach you the way unto Him. 38511|Oh, my heart is so full of joy! 38511|Ah, the joy of my life! 38511|I have lived in the world, but I can no more, 38511|For my day, in the world, is come at length. 38511|What is that in the moon which is shining so fair 38511|Which seems to me so distant and far away? 38511|I know not what it is that all men name joy, 38511|Yet it gushes from all hearts like summer rain 38511|And, oh, what does it all mean if I ask of it? 38511|I know not what it is that I love so well; 38511|But I bow before the hands of my Maker, 38511|And the face of my Creator I seek unto. 38511|Oh, I know this is but a dream, which in vain is broken; 38511|I have lived in the flesh, and it has been given over; 38511|I will take my life, and my heart, and be done with it, 38511|And I will go to the land of my childhood. 38511|The world of pleasure is but an empty name to me, 38511|And I see the face of my Lord and my Saviour, 38511|And I know that I love and that I am beloved. 38511|My feet are weary with wandering and song; 38511|Do you hear the call which the birds of the air 38511|Give each to each in their note of gladness?... 38511|O, give me thy heart, my dear Lord and my Saviour, 38511|And take from my palm a few days of this world's weariness to prepare me 38511|thee, thou art mine and thine, 38511|And to come whence I may not dwell, 38511|All I ask is to live at thy side, 38511|And to leave this world of sorrow behind! 38511|I am weary with love, and with desire, 38511|And with the rest thou hast made them all meet, 38511|Since all were from me, and all the world's disgrace 38511|Is but a token of this beauty I love. 38511|I know no law save the law of thy love; 38511|I cannot see how the trees in the valley 38511|Or the stars are made here, since, oh Lord, Thou 38511|hast made them in heaven to receive me, 38511|And they stand on their heads on thine altar-stone: 38511|But the light of thy word is my star to the moon, 38511|And all the darkness, and all the blurring of mist, 38511|That is left by the evening to the stars. 38511|The world of pleasure is but an empty name to me; 38511|Yet still I hold on, clinging to every shore. 38511|My life is a garden, the sea of it is pain; 38511|The rose-leaves are but water, the sun-leaves are fire; 38511|My thirst is a bee, and my hunger a bee; 38511|The roses, my darl ======================================== SAMPLE 2540 ======================================== 38549|Fairer than the best 38549|That beauty can 38549|In all her bright array. 38549|Sweet, sweet, my dear, 38549|(Love, guide and guard thee) 38549|In all thy bright array. 38549|Thy sweet, thy pure, 38549|(Love, guard thee) 38549|In all thy bright array. 38549|Fair is our beauty, but not fair enough 38549|To let us sit a-dream, and look 38549|Upon one loveliness, and still lie 38549|The more from the wrong that it commits; 38549|If such as we, the Gods can paint 38549|More than the best that man can do. 38549|But such, alas! is man's estate, 38549|And such his doom: all things we love 38549|Are inly our own, so much more 38549|Than good or evil in our hearts. 38549|Thus shall our pleasures and our pains be done, 38549|In this our transient life of pleasure; 38549|And joy, and sorrow, shall not cease: 38549|But all of these shall one day be done 38549|In our eternal sleep: and then, good, 38549|And then in that blessed sleep 38549|Which is not fear, nor sorrow, 38549|But eternal peace; in which shall be 38549|All sorrows that we suffer; 38549|Which man, for self, hath ne'er beheld. 38549|When this false world shall come to pass, 38549|(Thou, O my true-love! dear, dear!) 38549|Thine shall it be no more feared; 38549|In this fair, fair estate 38549|Shall dwell thine own sweet, joyous selves; 38549|Thou shalt see all life in thy self. 38549|Then all things shall be thine; 38549|Thou shalt lie still and do not wail, 38549|Nor sorrow for this loss to repair, 38549|Though haply thy life in it 38549|Be not so rich, that thou canst no where 38549|Perceive thy beauty: when death brings 38549|A calm without a sorrow; 38549|When thou hast done all things the best, 38549|Then shalt thou in peace sit down 38549|Nor sorrow that thou canst not see 38549|To cry, Thou canst not see! 38549|But, when th' untravell'd world must see 38549|This wealth of beauty, then, dear! then, then, 38549|Then shalt thou do as nature bids; 38549|Then shalt thou sit with all around 38549|As a King at the royal feast, 38549|Who for the good of all doth feed 38549|His army without the least end 38549|Of his own joy, while yet he feels 38549|The hunger of their sweet desires. 38549|Then shalt thou weep; but when the tears 38549|Are dried and dry, then shalt thou cry, 38549|'O my Love! behold what riches here!' 38549|With these sweet voices sweet and low 38549|Thou shalt be heard to answer YES 38549|And NO things with complete ease. 38549|And when thou shalt die, then shalt thou look 38549|With perfect sweetness up to God; 38549|And say, though in thy death no soule die, 38549|Thou canst not read, or know a soul. 38549|_Charmed_, _calm-souled_. 38549|What if the light 38549|Of thy dear face should be forgot; 38549|Then should I be alone, 38549|Sorrow not with me, be peace 38549|With my most happy, be grace 38549|To thy most sorrowful, be joy 38549|To thine own, and not me; 38549|I shall still, by sweet surprise, 38549|See in thy face what joy 38549|Was not enough, nor yet 38549|Almost forgot, my soul! 38549|If in the spring thy locks should be wet, 38549|When every stream must stay 38549|And never run away; 38549|Whether a bird should sing 38549|Singing with more voice, or sing 38549|With such fuller joy; 38549|Or I ======================================== SAMPLE 2550 ======================================== 2428|And in the face of all this age of rage and shame, 2428|The moral men all the age have written, and that's this: 2428|"For love of man, love Nature"--if Nature be but shapeless, 2428|Uniform, uniform, 2428|Unstable, unmanageable, 2428|Then love no more, love nothing, 2428|All that is, is but a dream: 2428|Possession's less than nought; 2428|Love still is the key-chain; 2428|Love is the universe! 2428|'Tis but a vision gone, 2428|A dream that lives again! 2428|What love is still, we see 2428|In nature's face, the same 2428|But changed, without a flaw 2428|In colour, grace, and form. 2428|The eye of God is there, 2428|In every lovely thing; 2428|And if man's love is vain, 2428|We know the Lord can help. 2428|Then let us love our kind, 2428|Who at our service find 2428|That all this beauty, all this worth 2428|Is but a shade, a gleam, 2428|A vapour left behind, 2428|A color we can trace; 2428|A colour, form, and grace! 2428|As when by night the stars appear, 2428|Along the sky that's blue, 2428|A radiant halo spreads above 2428|The glory of the moon. 2428|So, by that mystery known 2428|Which in the world shall last, 2428|Love, God, shall be in every place 2428|Whose faces lie beneath; 2428|For that old, old, old secret holds 2428|That never will pass away. 2428|Thus, by that God alone I trust, 2428|The world shall pass away; 2428|And never pass again 2428|The promise which my heart began, 2428|With awe and love as still. 2428|O no! not pass the promise too, 2428|The hope that once would break; 2428|The hope of joy without end, 2428|The love of love without end; 2428|But leave the old, old secrets all, 2428|Like snow that melts above the snow; 2428|And leave behind, like them, 2428|The hope and love of faith and trust, 2428|The hope of God without end, 2428|The hope of man without measure, 2428|That God shall be without end, 2428|When the world pass away! 2428|'Tis true that Nature hath forgot 2428|The first man's first, best desire; 2428|Then let them talk of Nature's pride, 2428|By pride let them be sworn: 2428|The pride of Nature, be she meant, 2428|That pretends the world can be 2428|A centre of delight, no less 2428|Pure and undefiled: 2428|The God that Nature's plan would form 2428|No less than man would trust; 2428|Let then the whole creation smile 2428|As smiling man would have it do. 2428|Yet why should all we human scenes, 2428|Be thus divided off? 2428|What's earth a stage, whose numbers move 2428|With infinite variety? 2428|What's man a scene, whose pulse is set 2428|Where all must be at rest? 2428|To man is given the highest aim, 2428|To man is given the best part; 2428|On that best rest can he not rest, 2428|Till that best rest be done? 2428|For what's existence? that in him 2428|Is nothing else than rest? 2428|That he's the centre of all good? 2428|That man is made of heaven? 2428|That, in his bosom, all is hid? 2428|He does but give the picture? 2428|And yet the picture is good 2428|(We know it), does not mean heaven? 2428|A world of love would set him free 2428|From this unhappy sphere. 2428|As much as he could wish it so, 2428|He is the centre there. 2428|No, man's ======================================== SAMPLE 2560 ======================================== 19221|And the great Queen that reigned in Heaven above-- 19221|Her fair face seen through the curtains of the tomb, 19221|And the great Queen that reigned in Heaven above 19221|Hath left her kingdom and her legions to thee, 19221|And hast thou left Jerusalem too to mourn 19221|And to weep and lament that thou didst not reign? 19221|Ah, what is a King to a mortal like me! 19221|On the throne of Him who reigns on earth above, 19221|For ever happy Isles have often turned 19221|And left their realms to mark the joy below; 19221|And the long runime has been the same to them, 19221|They have loved their realms, they have loved their freights, 19221|They have known the joys which are the human pride, 19221|They have known the woes that are the woes of men. 19221|He that is happy hath his soul in peace 19221|Whose joy is complete content and unenvied, 19221|And his woe is that of others, with whom 19221|He needs must cope, when he hath known the end. 19221|For the world's wise men, the world's heart-devouring, 19221|Hath often told their folly's great deceits, 19221|And made it sadder, which doth make it dote, 19221|To have lived in folly and not in bliss. 19221|Then, be not coy, but be the better man, 19221|And be the wiser for having known them all; 19221|Have you seen anything that can compare 19221|With the sad faces of thy poor departed? 19221|Have you marked aught in the heavens that doth grieve? 19221|May it be not the sad faces of my dear, 19221|Whom these sad eyes have unseen and unseen 19221|Of their long, long absence, through thick and thin, 19221|Through rain, and sunshine, and starlight, and dream? 19221|Have they found a sheltered haven, a bay 19221|In the dark sea? has one voice called from the gloom 19221|Unto the passing gull, o'er the dim sea-rim 19221|Whose voice is sad, yet noble, for all woe? 19221|Or did some sad soul, when it had prayed vainly, 19221|By the light of the rising morn, wake 19221|Faint notes of sorrow from the nightingale 19221|In the dark of that lonely house? 19221|Oh, what is the memory of that poor Past? 19221|The dim, unvisited Past, that knows thee not! 19221|All silent, all forgotten in the gloom; 19221|And there thou art, O Liberty! and there 19221|Thou art, and ever shalt be, though nought doth move 19221|Thy little heart to pity or to love. 19221|For that is thy grave, and there thy spirit lies 19221|In the sweet air, and breathes upon the grass, 19221|Dry-wailing, and murmuring to and mocks thee. 19221|What though no flowers spring from the mouldering 19221|Beside thy quiet, long-neglected urn, 19221|The grass is green, the trees are flourishing; 19221|There will come anigh the sun, and nought will move 19221|Thy little heart from loving thy poor land. 19221|"Thy voice is sad, and thy bright eye sad, 19221|And thy pale cheek is wan, and tinged with woe" 19221|(So sang the nightingales in summer) 19221|"But be kind, kind and spare my garden, 19221|Far, far too far from human mould" 19221|Thus sang the garden-lark to me; 19221|But I, who was not in a garden, 19221|Not a single spot in all the world, 19221|Could counsel take from such a soaring bird; 19221|Sure not one of the countless multitude 19221|Would do so much for me, and do yet so much,-- 19221|One that would stoop down and fly unto me, 19221|Cling to the earth with all his pinions spread, 19221|And fly back, even to the heavenly Isles, 19221|Where every voice of mine was heard eternally ======================================== SAMPLE 2570 ======================================== 1365|And as I listened, lo, the sound of a trumpet 1365|Ranged in the air, and the crowd, in measured song, 1365|Tossed its head about the walls of the hall. 1365|But it seemed to me this was the sound of a trumpet 1365|Gilding a door in the house of God, which yet was shut, 1365|I saw the old judge with his book in his hand, 1365|He was reading, and I could see his fierce eyes shine, 1365|And in his hand the judge's badge, and I heard him say, 1365|"I have done in God's name, and it shall stand for a sign 1365|In the face of the world." 1365|I was young and bold; 1365|I did not count on the Lord to shield me from sin. 1365|I have been in the way, and the Lord will not hide his face, 1365|But I have taken a new heart and a new hope for the Lord 1365|To protect and to heal. 1365|The Judge comes in again, and once more the door was shut, 1365|Only the Judge said, 1365|"Go on your way, and look not back!" 1365|And then again, and yet again, the trumpet blew, 1365|The sign stood there on the wall, with the cross of the Saviour. 1365|I know my strength is at end, 1365|My strength is o'er, 1365|For the Saviour and I have been faithful to our God 1365|And to the law. 1365|His strength and mine are gone, 1365|And must be, 1365|Because I have put my hope on the devil and the King! 1365|Away, away, away, out of his sight,-- 1365|Out of his sight, and out of mine, 1365|But I should like to have that still in my mind. 1365|And yet, O Lord, let not this be a blame 1365|To me, and not to him who is still 1365|In the love by which the Judge said, 1365|"Go on your way, and listen for God's word!" 1365|And shall not this still be God's word? 1365|I cannot help liking you more, 1365|And I can only rejoice that the world 1365|Has learned how good the life you lead, 1365|The living and the abiding word! 1365|For now I think there is hope for all, 1365|Says the preacher, and is his hope fulfilled, 1365|Who with the Holy Spirit is a king 1365|And rules the world as he governs himself. 1365|I cannot tell you how it is by rote, 1365|But some of the time I do not think, 1365|But sometimes I would go down to the fields 1365|In the summer time and look at the sheep, 1365|I think of the flocks, I of the meadows cool, 1365|Where the golden shepherds come or the hares that run 1365|In the meadows warm with the perfume of clover, 1365|But I think of the Shepherd of the Land, 1365|And I think what a life with him I should lead. 1365|What a life is that for a young and willing soul, 1365|When the soil pays for its toil and the sun pays for its light, 1365|When the wind blows, and the driftwood is good for bread, 1365|And a house is all that is wanting for an honest home. 1365|That is the life most men in Bethlehem knew, 1365|And a name like "Saviour" is better sung by none, 1365|Than the name of the man who says to the poor, 1365|As he comes down the hill, "I am thy Shepherd;" 1365|As he goes into the lonely wood for shelter, 1365|And goes out at the close of the day, 1365|"Arise; and from the meadows eat, and drink, and sleep, 1365|Come and eat, drink, and sleep at my board, 1365|To-morrow I go to the Fire and Sword 1365|Till the day of judgment come to pass!" 1365|Yes, and even then, though these good things be, 1365|And there be little need to weep, to sigh ======================================== SAMPLE 2580 ======================================== 5185|"Now, please the maidens, leave me alone, 5185|Where misfortune ever wanders; 5185|Send thine hostess homeward through the forest, 5185|To the woodlands to the mountains, 5185|Where her kind hero often wanders. 5185|"Thither I shall send her as my messenger, 5185|Send the maid with garlands of triumph 5185|On her way; my love shall follow thee. 5185|In the Northland lies my happy bridegroom, 5185|In the kingdom of Untamo; dwells he still, 5185|Sitting in the palace, by my side?" 5185|Thus he spake to troubled Väinämöinen, 5185|And again spake sadly, eagle-like; 5185|"True is all thou hast spoken, beloved, 5185|Thou art well aware, my dearest friend, 5185|How my faith greatly galled with departing, 5185|How I galled when thou, my life departed; 5185|And yet I vowed, when thou didst pass, 5185|To return to bear thy message, 5185|I would see thy greatness renewed. 5185|"But the wish I vowed was never fed; 5185|Like a grain of gold, my longing thirsts, 5185|Taste of life have I none, nor wishes, 5185|I have neither wish, nor longing, 5185|I have neither joy, nor sorrow. 5185|On the distant deeps of Tuonela, 5185|There, their home, in a lake they quench them, 5185|And with water transform their bodies; 5185|But to me their ancient magic 5185|And the might of their magic weakens. 5185|Here then is Tuonela's water, 5185|There the briny torrent wildly rolling; 5185|Does the bride from my bosom sever, 5185|From my heart, the one devoted? 5185|Never can I quit thy kindred 5185|When I share the drink of strangers. 5185|Beauteous girls and beauteous young men, 5185|Who in days of yore have dwelt here, 5185|Be not gay, be not troubled, be not 5185|angry, beloved of Suomi. 5185|"O thou wisdom-singer, Louhi, 5185|Wise and learned, who canst unravell 5185|The wound that Death has made in us, 5185|That we cannot heal nor hope to ease, 5185|And that makes us to bitter tears! 5185|Well I know thou canst enchant me 5185|With the words of my former life. 5185|When my father, old and powerless, 5185|By the sword was slain by force of Venetian master, 5185|And my mother, faithful nurse of me, 5185|When a penniless boy, in childhood nursed, 5185|Slipped beneath the pike-hole of a hunter, 5185|I was left without a father, lone. 5185|For a thousand summers, faithful nurse, 5185|I have thought of thee, and cherished thee, 5185|For thy future I have many prayers 5185|That my years and wishes be fulfilled; 5185|That my husband I may see once more, 5185|Once again may sport in joyance winnowed 5185|By the sword that cut my father's flesh, 5185|By the gauntlets worn by my dear husband. 5185|In the days when I could work nor play, 5185|Wandered I through the land and country, 5185|Wind-swept by the wandering currents 5185|O'er the snow-fields of Pohyola. 5185|Oftentimes I stole in wonder, 5185|Through the snow-drifts of the Northland, 5185|Where the snow-sledge winds amid the reeds, 5185|Covered with thistle and asphodel, 5185|Singing in the reeds and grasses, 5185|Singing magic songs to entertain 5185|Children coming from the farm-yard. 5185|Oftentimes did I stray enchantered, 5185|Wind-encampred in the old man's land, 5185|Often stood within the moonlight, 5185|Sang spells of light and ======================================== SAMPLE 2590 ======================================== 3255|"I have heard the good 3255|From others, yet I never had heard 3255|And by you the tale is told. 3255|The little you give, the little you have, 3255|I thank you for most gladly!" 3255|And so to rest, and so to wait 3255|Till the next day would come. 3255|(The last time my eyes hearkened to one in the street I caught 3255|the look of some woman's tender self-possession, as the tears 3255|dropt from its eyes: her voice, low and sweet, like a child's. At 3255|the top: "It is the last time!"; but the look, and the 3255|voice in the words it uttered, made it seem that she had 3255|heard it far away.) 3255|At last I knew, at last 3255|Of the girl who still had not turned to me. And, oh, how 3255|sweet to feel, and yet how sweet to hear, 3255|In a quiet room, the voice whose meaning 3255|Was only mine to see. 3255|The little they give you, 3255|It is less to them than to you; 3255|If you ask no more of the life that you live 3255|Than it might have been, 3255|What could be done more simply, 3255|Or what more justly won, 3255|When the little you give them 3255|Is just as much yours as to me 3255|As to every human soul? 3255|"If you ever hear the way I use words, 3255|When someone speaks your language, remember 3255|The time you used to speak it - 3255|I do so because I should hold it dear, 3255|The way I use words, 3255|And I think it were dishonouring, 3255|So should your gift, 3255|When you give them words that are far your own 3255|To think that I hold them dear. 3255|"I ought to hold them dear, because 3255|I have taught and roamed and worked with you, 3255|As I think of you, my heart's delight, 3255|To the day of our meeting; 3255|I ought to hold them dear because 3255|I have learnt to share the joy and trouble 3255|That it is to be learning 3255|And working with you now. 3255|"I ought to hold them dear, because 3255|I have taught them their best to utter loudest, 3255|To speak their truth through loudest, 3255|And I think that I, now so full of your grace 3255|And honour, speak them loudest 3255|Because I have been learning 3255|To share with you now. 3255|"I ought to hold them dear, because 3255|I want you to be what you have been, 3255|And I want you in my life the same 3255|As when first you were mine; 3255|So in coming to your home to-night 3255|I would ask what could be more to me 3255|Than to see you now. 3255|"I ought to be what I was when 3255|You strove with me, and taught me to strive; 3255|So I know I ought to hold them dear, 3255|Because I used to teach you to teach 3255|To-day, my dear! 3255|"And I think it would be honour 3255|To have such a night of meeting here, 3255|To think of you as all I have seen, 3255|And, having done this work, to do well; 3255|And I think I ought to be glad to be 3255|What you are, my dear! 3255|"When you are at your ease in your room 3255|And have made yourself ready to greet me, 3255|When you have left me half an angel, 3255|To feel you in your strength, and to speak 3255|Your name--oh, then, when I have done that, 3255|I think I ought to be glad of what 3255|I have taught you--you have known it, 3255|What you have gone through." 3255|I strode out, and came upon her 3255|On my way to meet ======================================== SAMPLE 2600 ======================================== 28591|My soul the only soul in my body; 28591|All other bodies vanish with thee, 28591|And thine alone remains, to be mine! 28591|My God! My God! Thou knowest the power 28591|Of daily acts and things that please me. 28591|How good to think upon the way 28591|Thy daily blessings make me daily bless! 28591|Thy daily labors' meaning shows, 28591|And, smiling, tell me thou wilt love me. 28591|Thy daily tasks my daily prayer 28591|Show me thy daily hopes of heaven. 28591|I trust, with all a happy heart, 28591|To meet whate'er life sends, to give what's asked. 28591|I trust to be as well prepared 28591|As those my heavenly friends are wealthy. 28591|And when I am prepared,--if poor,-- 28591|To give what from their store I do not get; 28591|To be as good to all that seek 28591|The boon to which my richly-drest shelves lend; 28591|To give away all which may possess 28591|The treasure which my richly-clad shelves yield. 28591|My Lord! I doubt the things I think, 28591|And I am sure the man I see; 28591|Then let another be 28591|Made of me, or by the rest. 28591|There is no one so great 28591|But may be saved; 28591|There is no one so little, 28591|But God may care. 28591|When man was beggar, not a crown 28591|Was all his pomp and circumstance; 28591|Now, when he's king, his faith is said 28591|To be the crown to which he's bent. 28591|O Thou, by whom men's fears are crost, 28591|That they now see, and not conceal; 28591|By whom their envy still they hear 28591|Who lead their lives by Thee; 28591|By whom, when thou rulest much, 28591|Thou mak'st the world thy country; 28591|Behold, now is the time of love 28591|Before the hearts, of men, at rest; 28591|But I could pray and all God send 28591|For this poor prayer--a prayer most pure. 28591|I dare not turn my thoughts on one 28591|Whose love so deeply burns, 28591|His bosom beats with rapturous fire 28591|To own the truth of aught; 28591|But since I so much delight in 28591|His glory, I will give him 28591|My heart, for he loves me; 28591|If I should fail, and if my thoughts 28591|Should leave me far behind, 28591|I shall not want a friend to take 28591|My place when I am gone; 28591|I shall have all that his sweet love 28591|Loves, and to him I'll add. 28591|Though he may leave me and return, 28591|Yet must I yet return. 28591|He who so dear has charmed away 28591|The thoughts of guilt and woe, 28591|The heart that could not love me more 28591|Must love me still too well. 28591|He may be gone some time, and still 28591|I must be strong to bear, 28591|To look upon myself with eye 28591|And know not how I loved thee; 28591|Yet I would have it, that, if my fears 28591|Should lose me under this sky, 28591|He ever watchful shall be, 28591|And do the things he may. 28591|'Tis hard to bear, and hard to find 28591|Some surer means of grace, 28591|And better means of calling me 28591|To do that which he would; 28591|But still I will the more rejoice, 28591|'Till that time comes to bring 28591|Upon my lips those words he sent, 28591|Which now I think so sweet. 28591|And then, in mercy's name, be mine 28591|To hear him with all care; 28591|For surely if he speak or love, 28591|I shall not feel it less; 28591|But still he'll hear and love and ======================================== SAMPLE 2610 ======================================== 18500|That's nae lang ere the sun his rise had sought. 18500|"Ai somers, sir, if he had my hair, 18500|I hae muckle reason to believe 18500|We'd like to tak' him on by the han'; 18500|For it's sae weel be our ain, sir, sae weel!" 18500|"Ha, sir maister, my liver's the same, 18500|As fat or lean you please; 18500|Your body's in fine no matter, I'll wive, 18500|It is maistly ta'en to tak by yon man,-- 18500|And he's no sae hapless, I vow, 18500|As kind, and true, and good, 18500|As weel contentat I can think him, 18500|Or any man here; 18500|Nae smile upon him, nor frown; 18500|But be cheer'd, if he find 18500|A fellow that can find 18500|A fellow that can lend him a hand 18500|For good or for ill. 18500|I cannot blame in him at all, 18500|For that I reckon good: 18500|But, faith, I weel believe, 18500|I might be wrong, were he but meek; 18500|He ne'er is kend his cheer: 18500|Hail, brethren and sisters five, 18500|That dwellers in this houre: 18500|We all have cause to mingle our wreath, 18500|We all have cause for to pray. 18500|"And by thy hame!" was John's shout, 18500|"To follow yon guid Chinee!" 18500|When the greenwood gloamin' was done, 18500|Wi' Margaret and me; 18500|And I hope he skaithless shaw 18500|When he a lone hour has gi'en, 18500|In his hame o' mine. 18500|And I wish, when he ane comes hame, 18500|To ken his honour done, 18500|That he skaithless has borne the tow'r, 18500|On his hame o' mine. 18500|My dear Margaret, the lave I'll tell you, 18500|And now's the day; 18500|My bonnie Jeanie, she shall be sae 18500|I' the gloamin' gowden. 18500|I've taken Margaret, and locked the gate, 18500|I'm down wi' a bangle; 18500|I'm down wi' a lang, lang wi'aille, 18500|And mak's a ladye to the name o't. 18500|And wha's to blame, and wha's to a fool, 18500|A hair thin gate is close-guys'd a', 18500|While ilka body claps 18500|The others, the others, 18500|As they gaed up and down, 18500|And clap and clap 18500|On the ladies, the ladies, 18500|When they gaed up and down, 18500|And clap and clap, 18500|On the ladies, the ladies, 18500|That took the kyte, 18500|Beneath the green maist fireflies' wings, 18500|And the kyte on the green grass. 18500|And in a trice they're all come hame, 18500|And the kyte on the green grass, 18500|And a' the warld be sae glad, and a' the sky, 18500|To see the kye a-drapin' 18500|O'er the land as they lei, 18500|And a' the warld be sae glad, and a' the sky, 18500|And there was naething to be seen frae morn till morn, 18500|And the young sun was blazing 18500|Out in yon bonnie dell, 18500|And the kye clapped their wings and flew away, 18500|And the kye that had the bright blue hak bail. 18500|And wha was to blame, oh wha, wha, wha! 18500|That such foolish things should hap, 18500| ======================================== SAMPLE 2620 ======================================== 1727|and to his own father's wife. A man shall surely die here in all his 1727|own place and shall be brought here in his own way with his 1727|family to the house of his father. We shall see how the 1727|lord shall punish him, but when I shall come back I will tell you 1727|all, for heaven has a mind for even." 1727|"And tell me where you hope to go to in your own house, what 1727|orders you mean to make me to go?" {80} "For god," said Telemachus 1727|splendidly, "and the men of Atreus both of them now intend to 1727|see you, as soon as you have got within your city." 1727|These words touched off a fight between the two men, and Telemachus 1727|welcomed his defeat. 1727|Then Amoebius sat down again, and the banquet was ended. Everyone 1727|was merry at once, although Ulysses began to say evil about the 1727|vulture, and how he would drive her out of the house; but the old 1727|wasters and others spoke kindly of him, and among them Ulysses 1727|and Amphinomus. When Amphinomus saw this they gave him good reception 1727|and applauded him as much as a good lamb should at a feast. Meanwhile 1727|Ulysses and Eumaeus came to the bed chamber of Penelope, where 1727|their wives were sleeping side by side. Ulysses took the cloak his 1727|father had given him, and put it into Eumaeus's hands so that he 1727|might be able to see his dear ones and to comfort them. 1727|The old man saw his son, and his cheeks were wet with tears, and 1727|as a father feels himself in the presence of a son he forgets 1727|and looks upon him. "My son," he cried, "why sleepest thou so long? 1727|tell me all about it. Are there no means of helping you, or does Jove 1727|possess you himself for to punish us? Come, help me, or I swear 1727|on my word of honor, lest the suitors steal me on my return. 1727|I swear on my word of honor that I will slay any of your 1727|household men who may try to kill me." 1727|Penelope was now a little wearied and sorrowful. Her household 1727|followed her in grief and with sorrowful emotion. 1727|Therefore, Amoebius and Amphinomus went to the place of assembly. 1727|Eumaeus was first to enter. When he saw Ulysses he cried aloud 1727|calling to heaven and to the earth from the house, "Alas, mother, 1727|why must heaven punish thee for Telemachus? His father--if indeed he 1727|even yet is alive--has laid low. Would God that he were with 1727|us, and so would I go with him!" 1727|Penelope heard everything, and her heart flamed within her, and she looked 1727|on him as though she were a son of old Vectippus; {81} then she took 1727|her stout sword down from her thigh, covered herself over with 1727|cloths, and sat down in silence, looking her husband in the face. 1727|Ulysses heard the tumult within, and came close up to her, and 1727|said, "Madam, you must not make yourself a jester; for if Telemachus 1727|had not seen me in this fashion you now would both have come 1727|to grief to your sorrow. I am not afraid of this man, although his 1727|father, Antinoüs, would have declared him a most evil counsellor 1727|to the suitors. He will have shown some great insolence, for his 1727|own son and mine had been slaughtered, and I am afraid of what will 1727|then befall me." 1727|Now when Amoebiades and Eurymachus had given way to the 1727|feeling of grief which touched them like coldness, Amphinomus who 1727|had loved his friend so tenderly, even while the maid gave him 1727|up to her own fears, took Telemachus and bade him sit down. " ======================================== SAMPLE 2630 ======================================== 3026|The last song. I am weary. 3026|MOMENTS like these bring strength to my father-- 3026|STRENGTH to the little boy with brown ears, 3026|I know of little else--his strength 3026|Has given him his boyhood. 3026|HE'S got no strength to-day-- 3026|The last time I seen them 3026|They were both in bed. 3026|"The last time the boys were together 3026|They were both in bed," 3026|They will never see together. 3026|"The last time you were away 3026|It was over now. 3026|"You are always gone: 3026|The old man 3026|Must be a fool for years to come. 3026|I can't rest alone. 3026|"I cannot go up in the wind-chimes, 3026|But still I must find you, 3026|As you used to find me." 3026|"And still you go by me 3026|Up and down." 3026|"If I lose you you will not come back; 3026|And the old man 3026|Has all the world to bear." 3026|There is nothing wrong with me but I do not know what; 3026|I don't want to be happy. 3026|Nothing wrong 3026|In wanting _to_ be happy. I have a mind that grows fonder 3026|And a heart that feels more clear. 3026|But the old man has work to do, and is too old to do it; 3026|He has done with being pleased with. 3026|The rain's coming down 3026|And the rain's coming down. 3026|And the old man has no work to do. 3026|The rain's coming down 3026|And the rain's coming down. 3026|He went out with the wind 3026|A-jumping like a grouse. 3026|"A hoss-cart ran over me head like a sapling tall; 3026|A hoss-cart ran over me face and a hoss-cart smacked my sagging 3026|hand. 3026|To me it seemed no more like a bird than a human being." 3026|"I wonder why you think of me as he did of the old-time friend I had 3026|You must not think of me," he went on. 3026|"I think of you often. The day came when I knew I was no longer 3026|A boy when you came up from the street 3026|And talked to me, and laughed--but I was afraid 3026|But there is a beauty, 3026|And there is a pleasure 3026|In being here 3026|In the heart of the place." 3026|"I do not need to go. 3026|I think we are in the right place for the time being. 3026|There are so few of us now: there will be soon enough when they 3026|I think it is better that you and I 3026|Had always been friends; 3026|There is something in the air 3026|That is pleasant about you. 3026|I never saw a soul so bold." 3026|"It is hard to say, 3026|What is the charm when you are alone 3026|With nothing round you but the moon." 3026|I was so scared, 3026|When they came to pick me out 3026|I sat there and shook like a leaf. 3026|Then my dear friend said: 3026|"That is a trick, 3026|I'll put out a candle 3026|In your door." 3026|"I have to ask," I said. 3026|And I told them: 3026|"I am glad that you went away. 3026|Your story was more to my mind. 3026|It is good to see you so brave and friendly, still." 3026|"What do you say?" 3026|"I do not know," 3026|He answered. 3026|"I am going to ask about you 3026|Once more, dear friend, 3026|So I try to be clear." 3026|"It is the truth," he said. 3026|"Why come you here?" 3026|I asked. 3026|"There is another woman who is here ======================================== SAMPLE 2640 ======================================== 14019|By three hundred horse, that were of France; 14019|On a day, when the dawn was still and grey, 14019|Thither they came upon the Moorish train. 14019|Hieronymus, whom I have enow 14019|To name, from the King of Algiers took part; 14019|On horseback he rode, at the foot of a hill, 14019|As if he marched in battle array. 14019|In one hand he had a glaive and one glaive, 14019|One lance the other held in his left hand; 14019|King Rudiger the Cid, the son of Helder 14019|Him saw, but he in his sleep had waked; 14019|Afar came he from his hunting in France, 14019|And hasted to meet his sire's desire. 14019|"Hail, good King," he cried, "in thy dwelling-place 14019|Hast thou the King's son come to meet thee?" 14019|King Alcalif the son of Damastrand 14019|Cried: "No king--none save the King, or none-- 14019|Here in thy castle, and here in our hands. 14019|Here let me die, my lord, with my spear I fight." 14019|"Thy spear?"--"Yes," said Rudiger; "and death. 14019|Now fight we well with our spear and our lance, 14019|Nor leave the place, whereon both were fixt. 14019|Fulfil our word; let none from us win 14019|Rest, but to the King and his daughter come; 14019|And hither lead the noble damsel forth, 14019|By Rudiger, and be the foremost we 14019|Will yield thee as thy prize, my best beloved." 14019|The King then answered: "I ask no gift. 14019|Heaven takes the gold for my son's consent." 14019|The king gave him gold, the Cid for the spear: 14019|He was a good lover, who long ago 14019|To his own castle and daughter yielded. 14019|Oft had King Oluf the Cids held debate, 14019|Ere he to France took a gift of gold. 14019|"Nay, let me hear of my son," said the Cid, 14019|"As my first-born child I will to-day." 14019|"Hast thou no sword, thy father, that can fight 14019|With the best knight of France, of any nation? 14019|Nor canst thou tell any other woe 14019|Than that we are lost from our dwelling-place!" 14019|Then from the horse with speed aloft they wended, 14019|In a land and a folk together blithe, 14019|And Rudiger, with his son, a mighty lord, 14019|Reached the King with speed and his heart did move. 14019|"O father! father!" King Alcalif cried, 14019|"King of the Lombards, I take thou mine own. 14019|God grant that my son and that I love!" 14019|Then he rode up to the city, and stood 14019|In the midst of the gathered men of Gaul. 14019|"My own son!" the King cried, and the King 14019|Won him, his voice sounding; and Rudiger's blood 14019|Flowed ere he passed beyond the gate, away 14019|Through the crowd, and the first thing to hear, 14019|That sound was the horse's hoof-thunder of pain. 14019|Rudiger was one of the knights of Scotland: 14019|A proud look in his eyes and a fair smile 14019|He wore, while the King on him looked steadfast, 14019|And his face like iron he looked upon. 14019|"Why look so I wonder?" the King said then, 14019|"Thou shalt see thy son's brother at hand." 14019|Rudiger of the bright white beard of God, 14019|"By heaven, I know him for my friend," he cried. 14019|"My dearest father, the King is great. 14019|There is no better lord of Algiers 14019|A host's valour can make to-day. 14019|O brother, my right hand on thy neck, ======================================== SAMPLE 2650 ======================================== 2294|I heard my love's call for me. 2294|I would not seek for light 2294|To light the darkness of his life; 2294|And I would find a lamp 2294|For him to burn with, 2294|And sing to him, and cheer. 2294|I would not weep, my love, 2294|And pray that God might see your tears.... 2294|(Ah, love, I would not weep!) 2294|But sing to her, and sing 2294|My song of peace, 2294|My song of peace, my song of joy! 2294|I will not weep, my love, 2294|My tears are vain; 2294|The darkest night will fall 2294|On flowers that grow for thee. 2294|The stars will shine from far 2294|In peace and rest at night. 2294|O my love, my dear, 2294|My dream is done. 2294|Now I am safe with thee, 2294|The darkness does not chill thy sleep. 2294|The stars are shining far 2294|O'er night and night, 2294|On this peace of love-filled earth. 2294|Love's Secret 2294|What is the secret of your eyes 2294|That no man ever has told to you? 2294|(Ah, love, I ask, 2294|How could I know, 2294|How could I know what you are like?) 2294|I know the secrets you keep from me. 2294|(Ah, love, I do not ask that you hide, 2294|I know the hidden secrets you keep from me. 2294|I also know the great secrets you keep 2294|From great and good women both far and near. 2294|My dream is done. 2294|My dream is done. 2294|I never told you. 2294|I only told myself 2294|That you are so smart, and wise, and bright. 2294|I have no words to tell you the secrets 2294|That are in you. 2294|(Ah, love, I do not ask that you keep secrets from me. 2294|I know only wise, 2294|So smart, so brave, 2294|And wise is he 2294|Who tells secrets to the young.) 2294|I love you, 2294|I worship you. 2294|Why do you stir my blood 2294|Like a flame in this cold, bleak earth? 2294|I only know 2294|Your great eyes shine 2294|So sad, so deep, 2294|And tender, and sweet. 2294|I only know 2294|Your face, ah, my love, my sweet. 2294|I only know 2294|The way you turn and smile. 2294|And as I look, 2294|I am satisfied. 2294|There are many women 2294|Who love with passion 2294|The way I love you. 2294|There are many men 2294|Who have loved with passion 2294|The way I love you. 2294|They only know 2294|_Your_ beauty,_ 2294|_Your soft brown eyes,_ 2294|_Your gentle, tender touch._ 2294|I only know 2294|The way you turn, 2294|I am content. 2294|There are many women 2294|Who love you so fondly 2294|That they would give 2294|Their own delight 2294|To know their love so true. 2294|I only know 2294|_Your_ sweet, deep eyes 2294|That search my eyes 2294|With wonder with wonder, 2294|_Your tender, tender touch._ 2294|I only know 2294|Your soft, sweet kiss, 2294|_That is so dear._ 2294|What is the secret of your eyes, 2294|That no man ever told to you? 2294|A child is bound to keep his little 2294|For every mother. 2294|Now let us leave the house 2294|And take the air 2294|And laugh and drink in the splendor 2294|Of the splendid garden. 2294|The air is full of singing by the flowing pool, 2294|The fountain leaps and glitters, the stars twinkle 2294 ======================================== SAMPLE 2660 ======================================== 36287|In such an image as I see; 36287|In the sun that we might not see, 36287|In the rain that was not to be! 36287|If this be earth, then what is this? 36287|This is heaven, and it is fair! 36287|If this be sky, then what is this? 36287|This is air, and it is blue! 36287|If this be sun and clouds, oh! what are these? 36287|They are mere effluxions, like that of a sponge! 36287|If this be earth, what is this? 36287|This is air, and it is white! 36287|What would be God's heaven, if it was made of this? 36287|His sun would surely burn, 36287|His clouds be as the mist, 36287|His grass as dead leaves, and his ground 36287|The land of misery and sin. 36287|If this be God's heaven, what next beholds? 36287|All the works of him on earth-- 36287|His mercy and his love--if these 36287|Be works of him, who make heaven? 36287|Thou, who hast taught us to conceive 36287|That there are two, two, two, two, two, two 36287|That make the whole universe-- 36287|Say thou, what is the one that is the other! 36287|What is creation? Creation is 36287|The word of thy words; 36287|It is God's grace that makes the flowers 36287|When He will give them rains. 36287|He makes the sun from out His fire 36287|And all the flowers and grass 36287|When He takes them from the dust and shines. 36287|When He makes them, He wills to have 36287|No man but one, 36287|And thus the world is made, 36287|To what? to what? to what? 36287|The light that He gives us to see, 36287|The soul to move 36287|In darkness--to make clear! 36287|Creation, Thou hast made the world. 36287|What though we see it made, made, 36287|Though there upon earth we stand 36287|We have not yet, we have not yet 36287|The body and the soul! 36287|Thou givest, and though we are poor, 36287|We cannot give thee: 36287|The world that Thou makeest we too, 36287|And those who have not lived for thee, 36287|We too, when all is made, make! 36287|Thou givest, and though we are lowly, 36287|We cannot give thee: 36287|Thou givest us an instinct for doing 36287|For which we wait, we wait, for thee. 36287|Thou givest, but we cannot use; 36287|We seek for the good we've given-- 36287|It's all but a breath, it's all but a breath! 36287|We wait for the breath, we wait, we wait! 36287|But, O thou Lord of Light and Song, 36287|Take us, we, and make us thine, 36287|And we will be servants indeed. 36287|The air is filled with sounds, 36287|From rose to rose. 36287|One by one the birds have come, 36287|To tell their love-- 36287|While in the greenwood, 36287|The nightingale and nightingale! 36287|I see a maiden seated by a spring, 36287|With her eyes half closed in sleep; 36287|The birds are all singing, sweetly sweetly, 36287|That she loved so well. 36287|And now the maiden sees a star--a red star, 36287|As bright as day--she swoons away, 36287|For love of this great star. 36287|The moon comes floating in to see her well, 36287|And she has turned to stone, and she has turned to stone, 36287|That she loved so well. 36287|I dreamt of a bird,--I dreamt of a boat, 36287|In an isle of my soul, 36287|Where the water is wild and the land is wild, 36287|And the wild beasts of the wild, 36287|And the gods ======================================== SAMPLE 2670 ======================================== 21009|When the sun is at noon-day. 21009|A man may die that sees it; 21009|A man may die upon hearing; 21009|A man may die and never learn, 21009|That he saw an act of lust! 21009|He has heard it as soon as 21009|He learned of my words, and that's he! 21009|I know not the matter, so the man, 21009|I do it again, 21009|And still I think it amiss 21009|When men can hear me talk. 21009|And when I speak, I seem to see 21009|A woman's face; 21009|And there, as I hold the glass up, 21009|I seem to speak, too. 21009|A man may hear a story-- 21009|A great, old story 21009|Of man he used to know; 21009|A woman's voice and hand, 21009|A woman's bosom, and kiss.... 21009|But never, never is heard 21009|A thing that cannot be heard. 21009|But she is gone; and you too! 21009|I'll never see her more! 21009|They'll say that we are lovers. 21009|'Tis a sore crime, 21009|And if men should say that we are lovers, 21009|Who will believe us? 21009|We love each other--we're married; 21009|Oh, we're married, and that's enough! 21009|And then he says at last, as a man that has been deceived, 21009|Why did I think to deceive thee too? 21009|My wife has done it through--and it's a sin: 21009|For if the man deceive his own wife, 21009|Alas! but he is no longer thee. 21009|_From "Childe Harold."_ 21009|There are four things, 21009|And in the midst 21009|Is the child. 21009|I think he loves the child; 21009|And I could tell 21009|If he loved a flower 21009|By its gleam. 21009|I had a child-- 21009|And then it was lost; 21009|I had a child; 21009|I thought it was mine; 21009|And the snow began 21009|To melt. 21009|It was so cold: 21009|I thought it would melt; 21009|But it melted not. 21009|The wind blew very loud; 21009|It came from the south; 21009|And it tore 21009|All the roots out of my hat, 21009|And my coat, too; 21009|And my father cried 21009|When I picked it up; 21009|And my mother, too. 21009|The moon and the clouds are white; 21009|The sea is so broad, 21009|The roses are so fair. 21009|The winds are so high.... 21009|But in England 21009|I cannot make them white, 21009|Because my baby is not there. 21009|As I was going up Pall Mall 21009|I met a man with legs so long 21009|He crossed Pall Mall beneath his 21009|Large-shaped shoes. In the great throng 21009|Pressed hard upon. All his legs 21009|Were bridles; all his feet were 21009|Shoes. Not a limb had room for 21009|A shoe or stocking. And I said, 21009|"My friend, since you cannot have 21009|A shoe or stocking, why, we 21009|Will take your shoes and put them in 21009|Your little boat to-night." 21009|The man with legs so long 21009|With joyous haste did answer "Yes," 21009|And then the boat he led 21009|And all along Pall Mall 21009|We steered and steered it through the 21009|Shoemings of City Hall 21009|And from the top to the bottom, 21009|Past many Town halls 21009|And City Courts. And by the time 21009|I cast my last look up to 21009|The City-gate at the topmost point, 21009|Our boat was steering for 21009|Whose harbor is the Island Inn, 21009|For God hath made the ======================================== SAMPLE 2680 ======================================== 1304|To thy sweet, my true dear, 1304|Sweet, no more the widow's plaint, 1304|Forlorn and forsaken, 1304|And the orphan's moan. 1304|Let her never more complain 1304|Of all her wealth defrauded; 1304|Of all that for her lord hath slandered; 1304|Or, with a pang, 1304|Let her love but this last. 1304|Sweet, no more the widow's plaint, 1304|Forlorn and forsaken; 1304|And the orphan's moan.' 1304|A GLOV'R given me in my boyhood, 1304|In the year of grace; 1304|And I love it still with all my heart, 1304|Though the years have round them rolled. 1304|As I lie at rest to-night, 1304|I hear it overhead, 1304|A sound and solemn sounding, 1304|As if that heaven itself were still, 1304|And all heaven's works sustained. 1304|It was my Mother's voice,-- 1304|Mother's voice for me! 1304|It said, _Let there be light!_ 1304|And light was made by light! 1304|Fairer than early love was then, 1304|And brighter than was springtide, 1304|It said, _Let there be day!_ 1304|And day was made by day! 1304|It said, _Let there be music!_ 1304|And music was its cry, 1304|_Let there be joy!_-- 1304|_Joy_, being made of love. 1304|It said, _Let there be peace!_ 1304|And peace was made of strife, 1304|_Let there be love!_-- 1304|_Love!_ it was the name of him 1304|Who heard the words of bliss. 1304|I heard it, as the wind, that bore 1304|Mother's tender words,-- 1304|_Let there be sleep!_ 1304|Faint and far off, I hear it 1304|As the beat of wings-- 1304|It is no more, that sleep, than air,-- 1304|No more than music,-- 1304|The whispering of heaven's stars 1304|Out of the vasty night. 1304|It is no more, nor earth, nor death,-- 1304|Night is the name for me: 1304|I call it, because that sound is 1304|A voice from out the night. 1304|When I recall the name of her 1304|Who died for me alone, 1304|And the tears that flooded her eyes, 1304|And then all into my eyes, 1304|I cry in God's name, in God's name, 1304|But all is hushed as water is, 1304|One uttering the sound of one upborne. 1304|No sound, but is for the heaven closed, 1304|And only for the darkness stirred, 1304|Wherein nothing ever was seen, 1304|Except at motion of the clouds, 1304|Or of a heart in a fever as I now am. 1304|How shall I find her, then, where I can 1304|Unclose the heaven as soon? 1304|At times in the night, when every wave 1304|Sobs to the infinite and the infinite, 1304|When every star in its own orbit swerves, 1304|And night on night as a whole labour along, 1304|Thinking, Love, the sea is dreaming, 1304|And I can no more-- 1304|No sound, but is for the heaven closed, 1304|And only for the darkness stirred, 1304|Wherein nothing ever was seen, 1304|Except at motion of the clouds, 1304|Or of a heart in a fever as I now am. 1304|Thou sweetest Night! 1304|Thou sweetest Night! 1304|Thou'rt a long time gone,-- 1304|Ah, that e'er I thought it true! 1304|And when a heart's on fire, 1304|'Tis a burning heart alone. 1304|How often before mine own I kissed thine 1304|When the wind blew low, and I lay alone ======================================== SAMPLE 2690 ======================================== 1731|For I have seen the world, and know 1731|A better place than this, 1731|And if I fail, God help me still! 1731|O holy and unrighteous! O to let the name 1731|Of God in the mouth of a fool be given. 1731|O God, who art in heaven! 1731|O God, whose hand is on high! 1731|Whose glory is in the sky! 1731|O God, whose will is on earth, 1731|To use it or abuse it! 1741|Tristram! t'other Emily! 1741|The moon was up, and to the sea 1741|Emily was in the kitchen, 1741|Walking to tea, and tumbling at her knitting. 1741|Two cakes there were of honey-dew, 1741|And butter and worts there was ale, 1741|And tabbies round the hearth there was cheese, 1741|Two o'cloves o' walleynce there was, 1741|And three of snails in a blanket, 1741|For Willie and himself to supper. 1741|When t'other Emily saw the butter on the spoon she 1741|would say, "O beautiful, are you sitting up all night 1741|under t' t'sheet?" 1741|She would say, "Thank you, lovely Emily," and go right 1741|away. 1741|But when the t'other Emily came home she would put on her 1741|leggings and shoes, 1741|And she would sit on t'other Emily's knee, and look at 1741|her pretty nose 1741|As she would to be perfectly smooth and fat. 1741|T'other Emily put on her bonnet, 1741|To go to t'other Emily's bed, 1741|To kiss her on the mouth, 1741|Because she wanted to go to Emily's. 1741|T'other Emily was a-sitting on the mantelpiece, 1741|The fire was small, and a-whirring the clock did chime, 1741|When t'other Emily came home from tea, 1741|With Emily's hair in little curls, 1741|She put on her bonnet. 1741|She put on the red, and the green, and the blue, 1741|And put on the straw sole. 1741|And then the little petticoat beside her, 1741|She put on the shoes of brown. 1741|"Emily was a-waiting in the garden, 1741|She'd like to eat of fruit on Sunday." 1741|Her brown tresses rustled under her foot, 1741|And the white firs above her danced. 1741|But she was a woman with fine, white, curly hair, 1741|And a fine, white, pretty, glossy head, 1741|And a brown tress, like the topmost thorn, 1741|In its top knot, and a brown upper dress, 1741|And that was all of Emily: 1741|And while out on the lawn the grass grew high 1741|She watched t'other Emily walk 1741|To meet t'other Emily: 1741|And when she came in the parlour door, 1741|She threw her arms round t'other one. 1741|And it was strange to see how Emily's sweet face 1741|Wore t'joy in it to the very rim! 1741|A tall white woman, with dark brown hair, 1741|In a white shawl, and a long, black shawl shon, 1741|About her white feet, white couldary flower. 1741|She turned her head away, and she said, 1741|"Why do you wear a canary flower? 1741|Why do you wear them at all?" 1741|"O holy Mary, Mary dear, 1741|What does it suit ye so, 1741|That ye wear ye canaries with a heart so young?" 1741|My Lady said "I'll tell Him, 1741|Who made ye them and by whose power 1741|Ye doth them control?" 1741|She said, "I'll tell Him there is none, 1741|Excepting us three alone, 1741|That can speak so soft and fine, 1741|And with such a voice, ======================================== SAMPLE 2700 ======================================== 615|And now I have seen him at a distance: so 615|That, as I wish it, I my voice shall cease. 615|Him, my good lord, with friendly mind I cheer, 615|And him to him with words of faith and love: 615|So we, with joyful hope a happy sight, 615|See that he be not less than good or good. 615|"If this were now my last desire, or be, 615|As in my doubt, the better faith mistaken, 615|To make the warrior so, and make the child 615|So, I that much had wist before, suppose, 615|Would now be certain, if the warrior was 615|Thou, who so long hast sought me on thy part. 615|Nor that, and yet with more esteem I bend: 615|Nor, lastly, would I not, when full is woe, 615|Call on that father to appear and hear 615|His voice, in order to repress my groan: 615|"Nor would I do so, with his departing thought 615|As yet believe that the same force could make 615|The warrior come with him -- he, who is fled 615|-- him whom all earth and sea and air hath fed -- 615|In the same thought of the same course already 615|(So we arrived to-day) had arrived, were here; 615|Nor to the contrary could have changed our thought. 615|"When we were at a distance, and alone, 615|Not without cause, and not the child to harm, 615|I told thee, not for thy bad behaviour, 615|I was thine infant, and I would not be thine: 615|And thou, in duty, to me didst not deem 615|I could be so treacherous or so coy. 615|-- But to my grief, I have such other love, 615|And have such other courage, to endeavour 615|The child of yours in this to the full fulfil; 615|And that I know not by what means soe'er 615|I may be able, yet with this intent, 615|That thou with thy good will towards my lord, 615|For thy own good's sake, and not for that of thine, 615|Shall be rewarded for this gift of mine, 615|In some portion of this kingdom to abide. 615|"With such a love I love you, gentle friend 615|Of all thy friends, O filial love, O pure! 615|That with those love's fair privileges 615|Your honour should in this my name abide, 615|With you to make that peace, and this my trust, 615|Whom I with you will honour and obey. 615|If to my gift, which thou for me hast granted, 615|Thou wilt do it willingly, no less is true 615|What thou enjoin'st -- to the child I give my blood, 615|That I may be my honour's treasure still, 615|When my wealth shall die, and you for other gain. 615|"To me, my lord, in no condition will 615|Be it hereafter lawful that this be 615|Gave to my child or granted thee to take: 615|Nor I by you, by any will of thine, 615|Should ever to that child by me be given. 615|To your good cause for ever, the child, I pray, 615|Nor ever to my wife that child should give: 615|And, had I died by any other way, 615|Then had it been for your good, my lord." 615|He to Rogero made reply: "Then take 615|This gift with thee, and by thy honour say: 615|But for thy good, the child would never do, 615|That I in it my honour should entrust, 615|So haply might my wife in this should die, 615|And thou should'st be bereft of life, and die, 615|As well as I, for ever in this store." 615|Thus spake the Moorish cavalier, and nought 615|Amazed the oath, or stirred his visage fret, 615|Till the young Spaniard had made his speech: 615|And, as a lover of his love was nought 615|Till he should hold it, would he now deny, 615|Nor him again would he his joys regain, 615|If he his sworn affiance to renew. 615|-- So, though Rogero were in truth his knight, ======================================== SAMPLE 2710 ======================================== 1304|The sun is up, but how the dew of night 1304|Stops, and how the midnight shadow wreathes! 1304|But, yet ere lark arise, that herald light, 1304|The night hath call'd up night's eternal star: 1304|And who is he who, with sacred Song, 1304|Inspires the blushing morn, and sets the sun 1304|Away? 1304|'Who are thy father, father,' the good man cried-- 1304|'Twixt him and thine an east-wind goes, and blows 1304|Away. 1304|'A garland I'll give thee, my dear child, to wear, 1304|A garland for thy hair, to deck thy brow, 1304|And make thy feet like polished amber gay 1304|For wandering in the night, when I am far. 1304|'An amber glove, an amber kerchief bright, 1304|I will bestow upon thee for a sign 1304|Afar. 1304|'An amber chain, an amber cap, and so 1304|Let us all wonder at the mystery 1304|Who are thy father and thy mother dear, 1304|And thou a child of God?' 1304|The Sun hath set away, 1304|The morn hath smiled 1304|And from her window looked, 1304|And all the birds had ceased to sing, 1304|And none but sleepers were in bed. 1304|The fire is out, the light is low, 1304|The damp is lying thick upon my breast, 1304|And my heart is sick, and sick, and sick. 1304|My hand slips down the golden chain 1304|That long hath bound my senses to the fire. 1304|Alas! thy soul is not yet dead, 1304|But all its pains are eased 1304|And life is over and past, 1304|And the long night is beginning to shine. 1304|Thou wilt not cease to live, my child, 1304|But thou must die! my only child, 1304|And I that loved thee not will part 1304|From thee, like him that lives but to weep. 1304|For life hath many wonders told 1304|In its long progress up and down the years, 1304|And there is nothing half so fine 1304|As beauty. Thou my darling, child, 1304|Art but nineteen winters old, 1304|Yet seem'st to me a lifetime long. 1304|Thou hast the tender, young grace 1304|Of a rose in her happiest bloom, 1304|But still that rose is lovely. 1304|Then, even now, thy smile is bright 1304|On one dear face--a mother's face-- 1304|And heaven, 'tis said, would appear 1304|To be a place where some fair child 1304|Went smiling to her bosom in. 1304|I saw the dear baby eyes 1304|That never had looked on a book; 1304|I saw the baby face 1304|With the smiling, full long smile 1304|That never had looked on a book. 1304|I saw the little smiling mouth, 1304|And the face of dimpled innocent youth, 1304|And the smile that was never a book, 1304|Never a smile, thou sweet babe of God. 1304|Thou wilt not look on a book 1304|Till thou hast looked on a book. 1304|For, oh! the baby spirit lies 1304|Still as a babe in a shroud, 1304|Lies in the arms of the breath of the sky, 1304|Lies in the arms of the breath of the land. 1304|And God, whose heart knows no care, 1304|But to love is a child's soft part, 1304|Sits on the hills with lonely hands 1304|And sings a lullaby to thee. 1304|When the night is at its fall, in a little frosty cave, 1304|Where white foam-flakes trail their silver to the ground-- 1304|Where the mountain-pearls and moor-ains have sunk to rest, 1304|And the wild-fowl huddle together all alone; 1304|When the pines are singing by the rills,--in their bowers 1304 ======================================== SAMPLE 2720 ======================================== 2334|"Why should the King be so sad to-day?" he asked; 2334|"You know the Queen will be royally dressed-- 2334|And on today's fashion--a chiffonier vest!" 2334|"But where are the ladies and soldiers too?" 2334|"Where's the train?" 2334|"That will be ready in an hour. But who's the driver?" 2334|It was my first visit to a station,-- 2334|I had been to London to see a play; 2334|I went up to the King's to say good-bye, 2334|And there among the gentlemen good-day, 2334|I met an old soldier I knew from Gorse, 2334|With flaps of grey hair--in spectacled form, 2334|A kind of old Admiral in grey attire, 2334|Who, when I told him that I had come, made funny faces 2334|And shook his head. "I knew you wouldn't want to come." 2334|And that he would drive him straight to the Queen's Park 2334|To give him a lift away from London town. 2334|"Don't look so sulky," said he, with a sly grin, 2334|And turned him round his ear in a friendly way; 2334|"A soldier you'll trust?" And that he had heard of me, 2334|And wished me good-bye with a "Good night!" 2334|But in the dark he drove me to King's Cross, 2334|When he had made a fortune that was new; 2334|I saw, and smiled, and he spoke not a word, 2334|Nor gave my horse a second look. 2334|And now the evening came, and with it came 2334|To the dark King's Court a heavy train: 2334|Prince and Marquis rode in state, the line 2334|Was crowded with ambassadors and friends. 2334|To-night the King would spend a festive hour 2334|In the same old hall, with old companions past-- 2334|A sad old soldier, old clothes on his back; 2334|And my old friend and comrade Jack, who died last year, 2334|Is in the boat to-night, with one that was dear; 2334|But I shall not see them till morning light, 2334|For he is dying in his bed at last. 2334|"Now that's an hour long," says his daughter, "that gives 2334|The dancers such a chore!" And I'm sorry he died-- 2334|He had such a restless mind, and it never meant wrong; 2334|But I can't bear to see him lying supine, 2334|With a bullet through the middle--not as I should do. 2334|The doctors came and took away his cane; 2334|They said he'd never walk again, and all they said was true! 2334|But I was his last patient and his last bed,-- 2334|And I shall miss him as his spirit goes to hell before! 2334|You that have lost a treasure in a foreign land, 2334|Are in the twilight of regretting while you look; 2334|When to-day you feel the joy of seeing the lark, 2334|Or smell the old garden--go forth in your prime-- 2334|And hope to see them as you have seen them 2334|Is making a fuss and raising a stink. 2334|You that have suffered grievous loss because of 2334|A wrong you never did commit,--a loved one that 2334|Has gone to meet a better future, or you, 2334|Have wept to think of how your very eyes would 2334|vitrify, and your brain would spin like a 2334|spinning-wheel, filled full of thoughts that would 2334|(For the rest) forever make you feel as one 2334|Who lost his reason, and in the grip of a 2334|sad, unskillful, hopeless case, weighs a view 2334|Of you, and his or her, and the losses, and 2334|The reasons. But you are making your grave, 2334|When it is plainly plain you would have 2334|More trouble making a grave than the grave 2334|Made of the people who are living. 2334|And though you're saddened,--the cause of your 2334|sorrow is often hard to understand ======================================== SAMPLE 2730 ======================================== 20586|We're not in danger, Lord, but we're in danger. 20586|And if the old man was right, we're all in it. 20586|He's told us he's in high spirits--a very true, 20586|High spirit, of course, for you to be sensible-- 20586|A very fine, brave young man, in fine, that is, 20586|To whom things would be right as they ought be. 20586|I am glad he thinks so; but he makes us think 20586|He is a young man--an honest young man. 20586|The old man seems to think you think he is 20586|But of the dead, that's all: he who is coming 20586|With something yet of promise to himself will 20586|Be still a young, honest young man, you know. 20586|All of them are in a beautiful grave-- 20586|The other five, they were in their graves all the day. 20586|My wife, her eyes a-tinkle with happy tears 20586|That burst from flowers that never had such scent-- 20586|She would leave them here with the living to know 20586|For never a flower could make her more glad, 20586|But her young boy--to me, he seemed to live 20586|A sunny, cheerful life, and aye laugh and sing. 20586|Our new house is one year old and bears 20586|A dear old name, 20586|In our town it serves as a "chapel unto God, 20586|And a refuge for the poor." 20586|How many children have we then who cry 20586|For the dear old home, 20586|We who, full-fed with laughter and with tears, 20586|Are "helpless hands and feet," 20586|Who found them of our own accord at sixty. 20586|If once they come in the green-wood, and hear 20586|The old oak-leaf in the glade, 20586|Weary of all the world, our limbs they lay 20586|Upon the green-wood floor. 20586|If once they smile on us with lips that thrill, 20586|Saying, "Nought wrong; we care not," 20586|They will sing the songs they knew in the days 20586|When the old home was full of laughter and tears, 20586|For they'll find there the old delight: 20586|The songs the old home used to know, and yet-- 20586|"Old friends are new," they'll say, and think of the 20586|Old laughter and of the tears and laughter of the years. 20586|"God's a-grinning at the sun! 20586|What is this 'Grinin' is a crime'? 20586|Why, it's plain to the gazer that he's thinking! 20586|Heaven knew he'd go to hell, and he'll go to hell! 20586|Heaven, I'd have a word with thee-- 20586|(Say, what did Grinning mean?) 20586|When I was a little boy, 20586|A man came up to me; 20586|The very next day he came up to me. 20586|It was a year and a day, 20586|He did not smile, he did not speak, 20586|And he shook his head and said, 20586|You're making very queer jokes! 20586|He carried me, the little daughter, 20586|Across the garden-gates, 20586|And brought me to the garden-wall, 20586|And spanked me--"I love you!" 20586|It was in the spring of the same year 20586|There came a strange person-- 20586|I was a baby then. 20586|And when I was a little boy 20586|I loved a pretty Fairy, 20586|I've seen her ever since-- 20586|(She's gone and gone from me!) 20586|She sang to me all day, 20586|She chased small birds away, 20586|She chased mice from the street. 20586|I played all day for her; 20586|And when I was half-past four, 20586|She was gone from me always. 20586|"Oh, willow tree, why dost thou hang 20586|Thy boughs so high yonder-- 20586|Dost thou remember when ======================================== SAMPLE 2740 ======================================== 20586|All in vain, that man might hope; 20586|The sea rose on the horizon, 20586|And never a ship was there: 20586|The hills rose over my head, 20586|And the hills above my head, 20586|When all this earth of mine, 20586|As a bride in her chamber, 20586|Rose up in the morning of the world. 20586|And I cried, "I have cried in vain!" 20586|And I looked through the windows-- 20586|The world-wide, clear, star-lit, glorious heavens 20586|Gleamed far off; and the moon: 20586|And the birds were singing, the birds of spring, 20586|The larks were singing, the larks of May; 20586|And in my heart, that was merry with delight, 20586|Till sorrow came and made it sad. 20586|Then the great sky of the west opened 20586|To the bright and starry blue; 20586|And the world grew dark with cloud, 20586|And the sun was out of the East, 20586|And sorrow came, and a star was in the West. 20586|Then I saw a horse in the mead, 20586|And a little, little dog in the yard, 20586|And so forth through the fields and the wood; 20586|And I said, "The world is changed, 20586|And my world is over and done." 20586|But the great sky of the west, 20586|And the great night, and the stars,-- 20586|The world is the same, O, so very, very wise. 20586|And no man lives that lives for ever, 20586|And the stars wheel round and round, 20586|And the wind blows from the north, 20586|And the sea rises, and the stars wax,-- 20586|(And the wind is in the hair, 20586|And the night is in the eye, 20586|And the night is in the soul, O,) 20586|"O my life, this life of mine, this life of me!" 20586|And the great sky of the west, 20586|And the great sun, and the stars,-- 20586|A little horse in the mead, and a little dog in the yard, 20586|And so forth through the fields and the wood. 20586|All night long, and all night long, 20586|All day, and all day, and every day, 20586|The great, great Wind 20586|Whips up the Oaks--trampled Shades. 20586|He wipes them from the tree and from the flower, 20586|He snarls in the dew and shakes them out of the flower, 20586|And up from the sod under the grass 20586|Comes the cry of the Sleepers and the Dreamers, 20586|Rattles the gate, and the Watchmen hear, 20586|But the great Wind blows over the world again! 20586|From the great sky of the west, 20586|From the grassy grass of the spring, 20586|From the leaves of the corn by the hearth side, 20586|And the fields that yawn under the moon 20586|The great, little Wind,-- 20586|Stops as of old, 20586|But the old world laughs and the old world never sleeps. 20586|The great, great Wind blows over the world once more; 20586|And ever the watch-fires glow 20586|And the watch-fires flicker and decay, 20586|And the great, great, long blue lines of the Stars 20586|Slant by and slowly gray 20586|Over the white cloud-sides, where now 20586|The Great Red Spot creeps up the west, 20586|Till it hides the face of the cold white moon, 20586|A red spot, white as a chalk, 20586|Gleaming like a great ruby stone,-- 20586|The little Fire-serpent of War! 20586|And the great sky of the west, 20586|And the great Night, and the long white stars, 20586|Gloomy and far, and all starry and dim, 20586|Cradled by the great, great wind. 20586|And suddenly there comes to the Gate, 20586|And slowly down the long, high pile 20 ======================================== SAMPLE 2750 ======================================== 1365|All in the morn is seen, 1365|Each, by some strange accident, 1365|Becomes a god, or god's in name. 1365|When the light of the star-beams is shining, 1365|The shining of their hair is shining, 1365|As with their eyes the shining of their limbs. 1365|And thereon lies the mystery. 1365|The fire has touched the earth with fire, 1365|The sea is filled with living waves, 1365|The earth is flooded, and the hills and valleys, 1365|The meadows with grass-blades. 1365|The trees are laden with leaves, 1365|The streams are flowing still and wide, 1365|Trees and streams like living beings, 1365|Dwelling and living on the earth, 1365|Who can tell who they are? 1365|And I see them standing by the wayside 1365|In the dawn of the morning, 1365|In the light of the star-beams that shine, 1365|In the morning in which they shall be born, 1365|And my thought of them will then be complete. 1365|The fire with its flaming breath 1365|Has torn down the house-roofs of the tree, 1365|And down the chimneys spread its heat; 1365|And in the fields is spread its green-grove 1365|Over their fair and lovely forms! 1365|The forest is burned to ashes, 1365|The grass is turned to cinder, 1365|The river drips from its urn of ashes, 1365|And the earth-mole dries her tears! 1365|There was a youth, who was a genius in music, and he was 1365|very great in the study of poetic harmony; and his name was 1365|and his works have been, "The Poetry of Europe and the Old World" is 1365|He was born in Vienna, Germany, September the 2ist, in the year 1365|of Rudolph Huberus. He died in Vienna in 1685, nearly a hundred 1365|years old. The "Poem in Parts," or POEP, is his most famous 1365|The old man smiled a little sadly. "I wonder who is this, 1365|says Rudolph Huberus, in his epitaph. 1365|"But you were never a bad child in your mother's womb," 1365|said the old man, gravely. 1365|I think we have seen that a good hand-grenade can be more than 1365|the whole arsenal of horrors against which it is employed. 1365|But why should that young man with the beard, the hair, the 1365|brown eyes, and the countenance that does not have one sign for 1365|its humanity? He had a voice like a trumpet; he shouted 1365|and cheered and he sang an eternal hymn; and he held his 1365|praise unto heaven. 1365|And so, this man was a good angel and he was one of the 1365|righteous, and he was a strong angel. He had given us all 1365|a home, and the old man of the world. 1365|"Who are you?" 1365|"I am an old man coming from the battle," 1365|says the old man, gravely. 1365|"When did you leave the battle?" 1365|"I left the battle," he answered. 1365|"Why do you leave the battle?" 1365|"I do not know," he answered. 1365|"And who were they that bore you?" 1365|"Some one brought me here," the old man said, "and left me" 1365|and "I am a good servant that was brought hither from far away, 1365|and I would not have any trouble again; it may be I am too 1365|old; and, if I am so old, I am wiser than the sons of this 1365|earth, for I see it with their naked eyes. I have seen 1365|its fields, its sheep-fold, its cities, and the great fires of 1365|heat and the glory of its sun; and I know all the 1365|truth that is in itself. I know that it is blessed for the 1365|flesh, and for the bone of the body. I have seen its tombs ======================================== SAMPLE 2760 ======================================== 941|He has so much to do, and he'll never be satisfied; 941|He's up against the law-breaking Yankees, he thinks, oh, 941|I don't know the word, but it is "glorious, glorious day." 941|What is he doing now, and what is he hiding from God? 941|He has done his work, he's got rich, but what is the use? 941|What is the use of having the money? He's just as good 941|As any fellow out there; he never tells a lie when they ask; 941|And the people, when they talk about the war, say it's over; 941|And I hope I'm the only one that's left he's "fearing God's law." 941|I'm all right now; I ain't tired of the war; 941|I'd rather see the Yankees dead than not escape. 941|I go down to the city now, and I walk about 941|At the old Yankee barn, I hate the men a bit; 941|I do not love them now, I do not love them there; 941|It is better to get the money, or to give up, you see; 941|For, don't you remember the time of the year, 941|The year of red, the Red, and gold, and power? 941|The year of the Yankees, the Yankees, and the gold, 941|The Yankee soldiers, with their red, gold, and red blood? 941|They've come to attack us, they've come to attack, 941|With all the will and strength of France again, 941|And the Yankees are better than the Union anyhow, 941|And they're stronger, and quicker, and they win it again. 941|And this must be the year, the year that the last Yankees fall; 941|The Yankees are done with us and what are we to do 941|With ourselves or with our country, and God defend the King. 941|I say to the Yankees, "You must stay, you must stay; 941|You are the last of your kind; the last of your kind; 941|Never had a home when the Union gave 'em free speech; 941|Be you men or be you women, boys or men, boys or men, 941|Be you young or old; be it right or be it wrong, 941|Keep your places on earth, or they'll fill yours all over." 941|So we stayed the Yankees, they left us nothing by way of pity, 941|And we left them speech we never meant for us to hear; 941|For we knew we did not like their way of speech, we knew they couldn't speak 941|In any wise like the way of the free-spoken Yankees. 941|And the war is over, and we've got the victory in 941|We don't care about the war, we never cared before. 941|This is the plan we've got: 941|We're going home to sea; 941|We do not care who knows; 941|What if Spain were caught? 941|We're out there with the millions fighting for the freedom of the sea 941|As I walked in my garden 941|I saw the roses grow, 941|As I walked my garden 941|I heard the far sweet strains; 941|As I walked my garden 941|I saw the roses grow. 941|As I walked in my garden 941|I saw the white clouds sail; 941|As I thought of home, my garden, 941|I heard the far sweet strains; 941|As I thought of home, my garden, 941|I thought of one I'd lost. 941|As I walked in my garden 941|I saw a bird fly; 941|As I thought of joy to comfort 941|I saw it soar away; 941|As I thought of joy to comfort 941|I thought of one I'd lost. 941|As the rain from heaven pours 941|On my sweetheart's face, 941|As the rain from heaven pours 941|On her pale cheek of grace; 941|As the rain from heaven pours 941|On my sweetheart's fair form, 941|As the rain drops on the roses 941| ======================================== SAMPLE 2770 ======================================== 3628|If you can't write, do something, the poor man 3628|Has something all that you can't have. 3628|If you'd be rich and happy, why did you give 3628|Your poor poor body to be born? 3628|If you would have people think you're rich, 3628|Why couldn't you be glad of what you are? 3628|If you'd be happy, why did you die? 3628|And there you are quietly lying, 3628|Not even remembering--so what was it? 3628|I wouldn't be sorry for you, dear, 3628|If you went on hunger striking. 3628|I wouldn't be sorry for you, dear, 3628|If you couldn't go up hill-- 3628|I know that you'd be pleased to know 3628|That you still have money left; 3628|And now for a moment we divide 3628|Two good things in my very heart's desecrated,-- 3628|A dream that you never could have known, 3628|Or that you wouldn't have risked the life for: 3628|A promise made so long ago, 3628|With hopes you never could fulfill: 3628|A promise, made in hope, and kept 3628|And broken in an hour of pain. 3628|I hope you'll be happy to-morrow. 3628|But why you think in such a cynical way 3628|I cannot understand, 3628|I never knew the light of your eyes, 3628|O! It seems so strange to you. 3628|I hope you will be happy to-day. 3628|But why you talk in such a cynical way 3628|I cannot understand, 3628|You never saw them, love, before-- 3628|And so, I hope, you won't say. 3628|I can't understand you. Why, you seemed 3628|Like a man half turned to the wall, 3628|A-grinning with a careless grace 3628|At a woman, a woman in thee,-- 3628|And she who has given him her hand 3628|And the hope of his heart and soul, 3628|His hope and the pride of his youth, 3628|Whose tenderness and whose pride 3628|Have blotted out all praise 3628|And all love-inquiry. 3628|I don't know what you think, or why. 3628|But I guess, dear, that you think 3628|Because of our first meeting that it must be so-- 3628|It must be so--so. And I suppose 3628|You always have, that I suppose, 3628|Because I suppose, you must have seen, 3628|And you were so fond of her, 3628|Like some men I have known, 3628|I couldn't help but think there must be 3628|Something in what you're saying. 3628|Yes, I can see that--I cannot help it, 3628|Just this: it's certain, my dear: 3628|When your love and your jealousy 3628|(I wish I could know what they were) 3628|Were both banished from my life, 3628|What should have come to you as a curse? 3628|What should have been, had you not long 3628|Feared her and waited for her, 3628|Had you not waited until she came? 3628|What should I have done, you ask, 3628|Had I not known, as a man sees 3628|That his love must be dispelled, 3628|And his hopes crushed--and never again? 3628|You must confess, my dear, 3628|That you're right in this, 3628|While I'm sure I can't help believing 3628|That, if I could, I would hide, with you, 3628|My sorrow, my joy 3628|In some corner of the room; 3628|I doubt I ever would escape it. 3628|But then, how could I, my dear, 3628|When you can never know it? 3628|"Is it true?" he asked when she was born. 3628|"Yea, sure it is," said the doctors, "and there's no use crying." 3628|And so she went on making babies, 3628|And, one by one, she died. ======================================== SAMPLE 2780 ======================================== 1304|And then the song! 1304|The song! the song that makes the night to sing, 1304|The night to gladden round with light 1304|Eternally renew'd 1304|By the music and the verse of love 1304|That make a life, which else might seem 1304|A thing for fleeting, born 1304|To feel, to crave, to pine, 1304|This which thy soul doth make eternal, 1304|The song! the song that evermore 1304|Must charm and burn through 1304|With the glory and the glow of such! 1304|Whate'er the world of thought can give, 1304|If art or love bestow it not; 1304|But, when it can impart the best, 1304|It is that worth and good 1304|Began to dwell in Thee! 1304|And thou, whom vain, vain caprice 1304|Or cruel fortune hold'st in fee, 1304|Behold in Thee she cometh, 1304|And every thing is well with Thee! 1304|And thou, my child that graiteth 1304|All mortal things that touch thy hand, 1304|Look to thy Son who halloweth 1304|The gift of all His grace to give! 1304|And lo, this is the fruit--the pearl-- 1304|Of one poor man in lowly grave 1304|Still living, still living, still livid! 1304|PRAY, Lord, when first Thy bidding fell, 1304|Spare the poor toiling soul; 1304|Let me not in my misery 1304|Hasten to God and sin; 1304|I will never more rebel 1304|Against Thy will and state; 1304|I will never more demand 1304|Aught Thy servant did not hear, 1304|And did not see anon 1304|Thy will execution'd. 1304|Lord, let me sink in humility; 1304|Serve Thou the poor in patience; 1304|To Thy most worthy, not Thy least, 1304|Nay, rather, than my soul obey, 1304|Hide me still in Thy glory. 1304|Lord, when Thou to Thy Christ diddhest bring 1304|A child that all men did deride, 1304|Let me not hasten to forsake 1304|Thee, my Saviour and my God, 1304|Even though I now be nothing. 1304|Lord, give me strength to bear my pain, 1304|And set my very life to right, 1304|Let me but stay the hand of pain, 1304|And from all further suffering. 1304|Lord, grant me strength to do for Thee 1304|My duty ere it is said; 1304|And let me sojourn in Thy grace 1304|As fitly in Thy sight to abide, 1304|For Thou didst, and doth, and will, 1304|To seek me out, in silence wait. 1304|I leave it yet to do for Thee, 1304|To love and do for Thee, 1304|And not to let my duties get 1304|Unto my glory, and my name. 1304|My death is only death; my life 1304|Is nothing but the life of strife. 1304|No more my life with Thee to live, 1304|But with Thee as with a housekeeper, 1304|A nurse in some tenements. 1304|To do for Thee and not to do 1304|Are the great tasks of saints and sages. 1304|To him who does and does for Thee, 1304|Heaven is a double glory. 1304|When as the mighty Lord of life 1304|Made all the waters of the earth, 1304|And all the fish he touched he made 1304|Partakers of His happiness. 1304|God made the little fish, and he 1304|That from the water little fishes took. 1304|So when the old age comes we must 1304|Hold, as at first, hoping for the best; 1304|For not in vain have we to wait, 1304|The silent days, the little pains. 1304|What time He said, Farewell, ye best of friends, 1304|Then Heaps of ashes must heap ======================================== SAMPLE 2790 ======================================== 1365|I said to myself, "With these arms I can escape." 1365|And still as in a dream I sought to evade, 1365|I was carried hither and thither down, 1365|The while, with sudden, sharp attack of terror, 1365|She turned upon herself and screamed abominably. 1365|Then I said, "Her husband's son, for this last brave blow, 1365|Might find his wife and be restored to life." 1365|The king was very angry, and said, 1365|"Who is this that comes o'ercome and saves the king?" 1365|And, while his eyes were fixed on the king, 1365|Came this great creature all ungoaded to death. 1365|I was astonished to behold the thing; 1365|A stranger came, I grieved my heart out, 1365|I cried to God, "Lord, give another one!" 1365|But, lo! I got the monster and carried away; 1365|And his bride was married to another ghost. 1365|I took to me my cross and my staff; 1365|I gathered up my pearls and my gold; 1365|I went and I followed my beautiful Robin, 1365|And he is gone, and none knows where he is gone, 1365|And still I am mourning my lost Robin. 1365|Thrice has she been broken-hearted; 1365|Beaten and bruised and beaten, 1365|Gone home again to where I live. 1365|The last day of her white frock coat 1365|She put in her little handkerchief, 1365|And called for her dog, who was barking so, 1365|And said, "I'm going out, as I have gone," 1365|And ran into her mother's shop to buy him, 1365|The which she brought back with her in a trice; 1365|She cried, "My dear mother, is't true? 1365|Has my poor little Robin come again, 1365|And told his true love his dreadful story? 1365|"And does my poor beloved Robin 1365|Still live and love in his own green lane? 1365|Yes, indeed! yes, indeed! he does, 1365|And is with me, and is kind to me, 1365|While Robin looks in the window, and says 1365|What can be worse, that I have come home?" 1365|Hearken, little children, to this tale 1365|Of sorrow and of danger 1365|In another hall, 1365|Where joy and gladness dwell; 1365|But here 1365|I fear 1365|That Robin may 1365|Not be so well. 1365|I heard his happy laugh at daybreak, 1365|As in my room; 1365|But now, in his grave asleep-ness, 1365|It comes to me, sweetly laughing, 1365|As if the laughter of old again 1365|Had come to me, and made me laugh again. 1365|Singing the old songs that made him laugh. 1365|And now he is dead, but will not come 1365|Unto his grave, or from within 1365|Or without his castle harm; 1365|Only his singing is dead, my child, 1365|And is hidden in the grave. 1365|But I will be patient, and will whisper 1365|Hands upraised, and kiss 1365|His quiet face, and make a prayer to him; 1365|For he was always patient, and I hear 1365|His voice come to me up from the grave, 1365|Even as in olden times, the fairies', 1365|Who have inhabited it, 1365|The beautiful elfin elves: 1365|I am happy to hear them, for it is 1365|So often told 1365|By children, that they lived long ago, 1365|Long ago, to-day, 1365|In fair India, ages ago, 1365|With souls like the meadow flowers and birds, 1365|Who were happy and happy and happy all 1365|Until they grew wise. 1365|Now they do not come once every day, 1365|And sometimes no one comes at all. 1365|I must go and tell the king my word; 1365|He will curse me all ======================================== SAMPLE 2800 ======================================== 8187|The stars are shining, and the night so sweet, 8187|While from the earth its freshness doth steal. 8187|And from this summer hour my soul can rise 8187|And, like its father, light this gloom away. 8187|How sweet it is, when from the sun's ascent, 8187|On earth, in the air, or in the sea, 8187|To wander through the fields, and from the skies 8187|To muse awhile on Nature's bright sight. 8187|If I could paint as I do now, 8187|Some bright star of the night so bright, 8187|While all the rest on earth were dark, 8187|How lovely would the picture be! 8187|Each spot might tell some story of thee, 8187|Some tale of thy life, thy folly, or pride, 8187|And with their story I'spread thy brow:-- 8187|A tale of the joys and pains thou gotst 8187|While listening to thy fancy's tale, 8187|And wondering what the earth could hear 8187|When listening to thy fancy's ear. 8187|Wouldst thou be like the other beauties, 8187|And love, like them, thyself, ere death? 8187|Thou'lt go where all earth's wonders are, 8187|And, if it's so, then why so sad, 8187|Why is thy soul so changed in view? 8187|When in this world thou'st a child, 8187|Shall tears like those from eyes be shed? 8187|Or shall thy heart be still more tender, 8187|And thou desire such things as were? 8187|Wouldst thou be like the other beauties, 8187|With rapture for a few hours' space? 8187|No, no! thou'lt go where all earth's wonders 8187|And earth's wonders were before thee; 8187|Nor seek earth's wonders longer in thee; 8187|Thou'lt go where all earth's wonders are; 8187|But--I wonder, should life cease to fade, 8187|Would earth's flowers still wear thy countenance, 8187|Would earth still flower, and sun still look on thee, 8187|And thou no longer sigh for them? 8187|Thou think'st to go where all heaven's treasures 8187|Are open to thy soul's desire? 8187|Nay, then, what if thou hast gained the 8187|Beauty there, and there's nothing hid, 8187|But like the other beauties, thou'lt go 8187|Some new way, and find none like them. 8187|Wouldst thou be like the other beauties, 8187|And love, like them, thyself, ere death? 8187|Then, while thy spirit, still undrawn, 8187|Hath yet the same wild billows, 8187|As when, at first, thou art at sea, 8187|Thou shalt still wander, still be gay, 8187|And still be sad as if thou hadst 8187|No sun, no life, no love, no all-- 8187|Let thy farewell be a sigh, 8187|O soul, that sighs in death. 8187|What! must a man so false be blest, 8187|That all our earth's treasure he shall gain 8187|Of earth, in these years when we shall laugh? 8187|When, on the sea-line, where this evening star 8187|Of calm, and clear contentment meets my sight, 8187|The waters, like quiet, in their motion glisten-- 8187|When I behold those stars that burn in peace, 8187|And when a heart as pure might ever be, 8187|As then--ye gods! how can I ever say 8187|To love, with the sweet and innocent sun 8187|That so should make it sad as I behold them? 8187|Oh! would I could but live, and die, to give 8187|To Nature all this sweetness of earth, 8187|Then live and die to gaze on heaven, like him-- 8187|Or else to gaze that Heaven so beautiful 8187|Should lose its light and all this happiness. 8187|Oh! Heaven! thou balmy, holy and divine! 8187|A day, 'tis thou, when from this earth, oh! ======================================== SAMPLE 2810 ======================================== 1745|Of all the world, the world is all in all; 1745|By Him almighty favour heard, or done, 1745|By Him, or by the Meddling Princes round, 1745|The world is one whole, undivine support, 1745|One fulcrum ful of one security, 1745|One centre all things round; one base all things 1745|That serve their Lord in all, and all partake 1745|His royal pleasure; every herb that grows 1745|In Paradise, and every tree in Heav'n 1745|Shall flourish here; there shall be hewn a Isles 1745|To suit thir will, and Gardens meet for love, 1745|One Lord to all, one hest Majesty, 1745|One conscience everywhere, one Jew to all, 1745|One Republic for the tribes of men 1745|Under One Gov't a KING! who all for them, 1745|And all for them a nation, as in law 1745|His people and his FATHER! all for them 1745|By Him from Heav'n to Heav'n a NATION is rais'd 1745|By him, at his command, who all for them, 1745|And all for them a Nation is prov'd in Law 1745|His NATION! by his command whose people are 1745|By Him from Heav'n to Heav'n a NATIONAL are rais'd. 1745|Then had the Father and the Creator both, 1745|And all things on Heav'n as aforesaid, be 1745|From root to top revoc'd; and things, which here 1745|Might tend, for very wonder seem to have 1745|Stood stedfast and immutably crown'd ere God 1745|The King and Lord of all his works created 1745|Mankind, since no being can be insemin't 1745|From God, and nothing can among the gods 1745|Be fram'd to convenience or by design, 1745|Save that Invention might implant a name 1745|To shame thir fame, and dignify thir place. 1745|But words, though soundly builded, tend to manners, 1745|And words, though beautiful, to low deport 1745|Afresh disuse, though well conceived. Whereof 1745|Thir fashion was in Heav'n; but in the earth 1745|Men laid the foundation, and of old the quarries 1745|Were few; now every zone is straight assume'd 1745|By utmost perfection, and great days are come 1745|And manifold; the sphere is crowding grown 1745|Of worlds, and every singlest of them speaks 1745|Man, as himself, to every other thing 1745|By voice or look. Thus was it ever thus, 1745|But for creation's edification, Man 1745|Was giv'n to meriting, not for workman's wages. 1745|But wondrous now is wond'rous; man is grown 1745|A Saviour from a tender Mother's breast, 1745|Adopt a Father, and is nam'd by names 1745|That neither will nor can be, now great kings 1745|And mighty rulers, now such meanly vile 1745|As they who ran their ruling beasts in creeks, 1745|Or fed their soules in fosses; now wise men 1745|And wise philosophers, now proud republics; 1745|But now the meanest herd that knows no law, 1745|But obeys some lusty prince that combs 1745|His beauteous herds, and joins them to his power 1745|In servile chains. Who but had thought the word 1745|Rulership should cover so vast a zone? 1745|Was it design'd that wilt of Nations should 1745|Supreme as law? That one SUPERNIGANDY 1745|Should from the twain of Mary and of Joseph 1745|Take away the finger of control, and make 1745|One people of a King? If so, no more 1745|Shall Mary, cry out 'Vengeance on thee'--nor call 1745|On Joseph to fulfil thy rage, thy wantonness; 1745|But in the open words of peace let him reign 1745|As now he reigns, and let him not ungrateful be 17 ======================================== SAMPLE 2820 ======================================== 1855|O what are you waiting for? 1855|And now you know, in the darkness, 1855|The stars have gone to their hiding, 1855|And the wild war-whoop rings 1855|With the long gun-vow. 1855|And the fire-flames of the moor and dell - 1855|The lightnings from the mountains whirled - 1855|And the night is gone 1855|Over the hills and far away 1855|In her pallor and gloom. 1855|And now the sun, his morning serenade, 1855|Shows the wild deer and the flying hare, 1855|And the lark, from the coppice, 1855|Sings to his song 1855|All day long. 1855|And far away on the hill-side still 1855|The moon is twinkling, gleaming, glancing, 1855|And the hill-side lamp 1855|Tinges the hills and the woodlands white 1855|With the magic light of her beams. 1855|And here on the farm's low ground, 1855|I sit and listen, I love 1855|The war-song that comes to me from 1855|The guns of the hill. 1855|But the darkness and the war-lust fill 1855|My heart with fears and doubts and doubts, 1855|But only my heart,-- 1855|And what of the love that cannot be? 1855|What of the love that's not true? 1855|Or the love, since it cannot be, 1855|That the world shall have to it? 1855|"Wife and lover," she says, with an inward grace 1855|That seems to say, "'tis good to keep 1855|A wife and lover, and let them keep 1855|Their own happiness. True, the years 1855|Remain a changeless series of strife, 1855|But the path must be a journey, and we 1855|Should reach our goal to meet the dawn." 1855|And what of the years that yet she waits 1855|That will be spent like the morning dew 1855|With the fresh dew of love that her tears shed 1855|Ere the day-light's at root? 1855|How can she sleep? 1855|For the world has been, of a truth, 1855|In her heart a world of sorrows mixed 1855|With her own heart in its long mire; 1855|And her soul had the feverish joy 1855|That gave her life-blood throbbing thrill, 1855|And made the throbbing blood-tense joy 1855|A thing for laughter or for tears; 1855|And the deep, clear, slow, passionate years 1855|Of her life were torn, as she wept, apart 1855|To find a place and meaning in life, 1855|And a way forth out of its drear gloom; 1855|And all her past were like a dream of peace, 1855|Or music half-unborn. 1855|O lover, she was only wife, 1855|And did not think of love, except when wed, 1855|Or when, the time was full come, her soul 1855|Would be a soul of other moods; and she, 1855|The mother, did not dream that she, 1855|The wife, should die unwept away, 1855|Nor dream that her soul, a spirit born 1855|Of other women, might fly hence, 1855|At God's summons, to her Maker's arms, 1855|And in the mystic chambers meet 1855|The spirits of a world of soul. 1855|And she died, a woman! All her life 1855|Her life was full of love and truth, 1855|And all her day was full of love; 1855|And death was the end of that. 1855|To-day, I would not say her name, 1855|Though the lips that have not loved so well 1855|Should tell what love she had. 1855|There's a far-off hillside near the sea, 1855|Whose dark slope looks over it, 1855|And there beside its rugged scarred face, 1855|Where waves in fury come and run, 1855|And where the sea sings like a song ======================================== SAMPLE 2830 ======================================== 1727|I would have had him fight one day with a man he knew in one of the tribes of 1727|his father's house--a hard fight he would have had." 1727|"But you must not tell me this stranger, my father," {105} said Penelope 1727|"Don't mention him to anybody. If you want to use him, let me 1727|know, and I will make use of him myself in due time. It is time 1727|to be leaving all our things behind us, and I will bring them 1727|back when you have told your father; but keep your own counsel 1727|between the generations, but when any of you has shown him disrespect, 1727|he may go the way that he would prefer. I wish us both welcome 1727|into our comfortable homes when the gods punish you; but do not 1727|set too much expectation on him." 1727|Thus did she speak, and Ulysses was glad when he heard her answer. 1727|Then Medon held up his hands in triumph, raising his wine cup 1727|high in the glow of the great fire, and said: 1727|"The people of Ithaca will not hear of this," he said, "nor 1727|will they give me the welcome that I want. In my father's house 1727|I have had some small success in persuading the natives to allow me 1727|to fly over the seas, but this is a matter of long ago. 1727|"They will never understand me, and if I have a success with them 1727|they will still look askance. I will prove them as much as I can 1727|over the objections of the people, but no matter how much I 1727|say, if I tell them he has been a traitor to his own father's 1727|hut, they will not believe it. I am not the only one who has 1727|been troubled by it, and I cannot have all things arranged for 1727|me as I would wish. I must have my revenge myself, or see it 1727|with its full face." 1727|With this he sat down in the middle of the embers on which he 1727|had been sitting. Ulysses rose from his seat and went across the 1727|fire to the other side, where his wife was seated with the stock 1727|of wheat in her hands. He would have spoken with her at once, had 1727|not Minerva interfered. He went straight up to her, touched 1727|her hand, and said, "You are troubled by a faint and froward 1727|guise; here is a vessel that you may try yourself. This vessel 1727|can carry a man, or could carry any one he wanted--and he 1727|could easily afford to go to any great distance on his own account." 1727|As he spoke he took her hand in his own and kissed it. "Did you 1727|never tell me what it meant?" he asked. "Your wife, and that 1727|of your three daughters--your eldest daughter who is now only nine, 1727|and two of your youngest who are both now grown women?" 1727|"I did not tell you that," answered Penelope. "No, Ulysses, 1727|we had long thought and planned to wed, but in the first place 1727|we had not heard Ulysses coming home." 1727|Ulysses smiled as he answered and said, "You knew Ulysses all the 1727|time he was off his native land, and yet he comes home. Now, 1727|can you guess which of the suitors he is at present? It cannot be 1727|more than he will remain to-night. I will make you acquainted myself 1727|which one would do you harm, and which one would do you honour. 1727|The suitors for whom I am now worried are the two who have 1727|been delaying the wedding, one of whom, you know, is Eumaeus of 1727|Ithaca." 1727|"You are right, my friend," said Penelope, "but now the plan is 1727|probable that you are going to kill him himself. I have a 1727|message for him. He wants to marry you, and so will he keep 1727|you from being taken from your home." 1727|"Do not take him to Helen," said Ulysses, "for if he ======================================== SAMPLE 2840 ======================================== 15370|Of a good thing in your mouth, 15370|And my lips, alas! must be 15370|(Oh! for a chance like this to be!) 15370|When all the rest were gone! 15370|The poor boy is not to blame; 15370|In a very degree, no doubt; 15370|But he only meant to 15370|Praise me when I passed. 15370|But I'm so very much offended 15370|That I almost feel ashamed, 15370|And I wish myself to cry-- 15370|"I think you did me _un_by-by." 15370|I do beg you all, who'll take my pains 15370|(My verses) just to read, 15370|If you're in the sad position 15370|Of being young, and all the world's dust-- 15370|But 'tis not half so easy 15370|To be gay as me. 15370|You may see as many ways as you please, 15370|You cannot change the effect; 15370|But the way I usually begin, 15370|You must remember aright. 15370|But you seem to hold my word, 15370|So pardon me, if I fail 15370|(You cannot change the language if I say it) 15370|In esteem, you'll be sorry. 15370|Well, I'm going to tell 15370|My heart and say good-bye-- 15370|It's easy to be gay, I'm sure 15370|If you don't make the mistake. 15370|There was a lad who lived down the lane, 15370|And he was pretty smart, 15370|Had _something_ to do, 15370|And he never cried unless he should-- 15370|And he was clever too. 15370|For every time that the mother said, 15370|"But he's only one year old!" 15370|He was very glad to obey, 15370|But we _all_ are children, you see, 15370|And it is wiser to show it, if you 15370|Can help it, than withhold it. 15370|And it is better, I find, 15370|When children are told to be true, 15370|When they don't say things that are so 15370|And will think they're saying "please." 15370|But I'm glad to see 15370|That I'm not one of those-- 15370|Ah, here in the log-house with the clover blossoms red and 15370|"What makes the child cry?" you ask. 15370|Child, child, the weeping willow-buds 15370|Will not make thee sigh; 15370|Child, child, the sighing willow 15370|Is a thing to weep. 15370|"What makes my child cry?" "What is it?" you will cry, 15370|But the little one will cry for the green, green willow, 15370|That fell on her breast when, over the hill and away, 15370|She cried--and there he is in the tree! 15370|"What makes my child cry?" 15370|She will weep the day off her back, 15370|And she will weep the flower that's plucked, 15370|And she will weep the day 15370|When she had none, but she would weep. 15370|She will weep the day that her dear one sleeps, 15370|And the day when her darling's hair is brown; 15370|She will weep the day that her dear one lies, 15370|And the day on which this is all said-- 15370|Yes, she will go and weep. 15370|"What's a tear for, father?" 15370|And a tear for, mother, 15370|And a tear for every other thing 15370|That's wrong, and cannot be right! 15370|If I knew a babe I would make it mine 15370|(I should be a good boy then) 15370|And love it and cherish it day and night-- 15370|If I knew a babe I should have it so! 15370|A dear little babe I would make it mine, 15370|(I should be a wise little man then) 15370|And love it and cherish it day and night-- 15370|If I knew a dear little babe I should have it so! 15370|If I should die before ======================================== SAMPLE 2850 ======================================== I cannot speak to thee, nor have I power to hear 1852|Though I were speechless, like a leaf that's laid in earth! 1852|"This thing is certain, too; your words of comfort are idle; 1852|They are like the empty whisper of birds in Summer. 1852|"Your heart, my child, will find a voice from whence it can spring, 1852|"And when so faint, so feeble, that it dares not aspire, 1852|Yet in a moment is heard, and with a cry of rapture 1852|Speaks, and the words that follow flow from the heart!" 1852|He speaks. The woman's brow is as a cloudless summer 1852|That rests upon the waters and is gone from the sky. 1852|"I thank you, Lord, for a word so tender and manly; 1852|"But I am not the woman who can love him or fear him, 1852|"And, when in the presence of those I love, a cry from him 1852|Comes, and all my heart has passed into his bosom! 1852|"My soul's not in its vessel, nor is my body's:-- 1852|Yet,--Lord, by thyself, my Love! by thy tenderness, 1852|Give me, at least, a word of the woman's heart! 1852|"The man who has conquered in thee, 1852|Is the victor in all things." 1852|He spoke with so much reason, so much warmth, 1852|That in that earnestness, what else but tenderness 1852|Could make so soft a word? 1852|Was it a cry of natural love 1852|From the heart's depths? 1852|I cannot tell. 1852|If there ever were a need, 1852|When the soft light came upon her face, 1852|For that strong appeal to human hearts, 1852|I know not how, and would not have made it 1852|For myself. 1852|But since, 'tis so hard to remember 1852|Even in its memory, what else could I 1852|Have said? 1852|When we spoke, 1852|It was as the light at even falling down 1852|From a star, through the vast and starless night. 1852|And her head droops o'er the pillow of rest 1852|That lies so comfortably in my hand: 1852|And though I do love her, I do not blame 1852|Or forgive her; and this is the grief I know, 1852|The grief that would be compassionate to you, 1852|Though you did not love it. That she loved him--fear him 1852|The world would believe it, had you not heard 1852|The sound of his voice, nor dream of his looks, 1852|Nor dream of their kisses--and all the while 1852|The whisper, the whisper, and all the while 1852|The words of his song, echoing all the while 1852|In the sweet melody of his heart, 1852|And his heart's beat in you. 1852|For I heard it, and the sweet refrain 1852|Was as a sound to your heart, and it brought 1852|Like a touch,--which is all;--such passion, this passion. 1852|And it seemed a touch indeed, when you spoke 1852|Of all that she cherished; the heart to the soul, 1852|And what all the world loved and envied in her, 1852|And all that she desired,--and, all the while, 1852|You saw her own vision all in a smile. 1852|You knew, then, what she loved; how, for all you said, 1852|You seemed to hear, not hear, the music, all in her. 1852|And this was the grief you knew not of my own, 1852|What grief could it find? 1852|And my heart grew colder; 1852|So did I hear, you heard, what all you heard, you heard. 1852|And at length my soul shrank and sank upon you, 1852|As a wave sinking before a sudden blast. 1852|That heart beat so quietly, as the sound 1852|Of one's own blood fell upon it, that at length, 1852|As one's own voice, it was mingled with yours, 1852|And ======================================== SAMPLE 2860 ======================================== 4272|There shall the sweet, the pure, the wise, 4272|And true-hearted be! 4272|We read of the old, white-robed patriot's 4272|High renown; 4272|We think of the young, pure-hearted lad, 4272|We think of the stern, old 4272|Wise men of old, 4272|Where, when in war's wild height they were young, 4272|How they reaped renown: 4272|The tender mother's fondest prayer 4272|For pride and joy, 4272|The tender son's fond heart-felt joy 4272|For the mother's fair-- 4272|Oh! there were deep-hearted mothers there, 4272|Deep-hearted boys, 4272|Deep-hearted patriots all on earth, 4272|To whom a noble strife 4272|Made millions of well-born souls their own, 4272|A right-born, native race of men, 4272|Sans-Ough, sans-onge, 4272|Sans-touche, sans-offonge, 4272|Who strove their freedom to defend, 4272|A little one, whom the brave died for, 4272|Or who went proud in the war-cloud's fight, 4272|And saved a world. 4272|"God grant our nation, 4272|"God grant all his sons, 4272|"To bear this common burden, 4272|"With love and a friend in their heart, 4272|"A brother or friend in their sight, 4272|"And never with strife the last word, 4272|Though death must be near!" 4272|How many a long year, 4272|How many a day, 4272|The soldier mourns for his loss, 4272|And the blood-stained steel has left an evil impression: he, that never 4272|wanders alone, 4272|But at the head of a troop, 4272|And his eyes still on the sky: all he loves is the star, 4272|The shining beacon of his path. 4272|Then how joyous he goes! 4272|Yet now is he at rest, 4272|He hears no voice in the mountain-shade, 4272|No wind in the leaf, nor sound of a stream: 4272|There is no echo to wake the song, 4272|There's no flower to tell the spring's delight, 4272|No bird to sing to the glad wild chase; 4272|He knows not the heart-breaking sigh 4272|Of sorrow--the soldier's soul's distress. 4272|Then to the soldier how happy he goes, 4272|And his path is sweet and clear. 4272|For the stormy wind's voice is hushed, 4272|He hears no voice at evening in the vale, 4272|Nor does he hear the howling storm, 4272|The din of hell's roar or of heaven's fire; 4272|None cheer or caution he needs; 4272|All is still, all is strange and stilly, as he 4272|To the heart-breaking dream of the land of light. 4272|Then how joyous he goes, 4272|And in silence he treads his way, 4272|And he can hear the night-hawk's warning cry 4272|From the cliff where the wild birds scream with fear, 4272|Or the dreary sound of the weary blast, 4272|That sighs over the lonely sea. 4272|Then how joyful he goes! 4272|Yet he hears no song in the night. 4272|O ye, who lead armies on through the fight, 4272|From your home in the Land of Light! 4272|From your homes in the Land of Sight and Sound, 4272|Afar he goes to the cause of men. 4272|Oh, may thy soldiers for him a steady view 4272|Have, and to aid him may venture, 4272|And to guard and drive him o'er the sea 4272|May he be safe in his comrade's care, 4272|That is faithful and steady and just, 4272|Who is true to God, to his Country, and Truth. 4272|O ye sons of the soldiery--the well-trained and great 4272|In council and in battle, 4272|In battle, and ======================================== SAMPLE 2870 ======================================== 35553|A small, quaint church; and not a single stone 35553|But some kind guardian old wall or monument 35553|Of rude or friezeless carving, or the dint 35553|Of some rude iron plate. One sees the rust 35553|Of ages in a thousand little stones, 35553|Whose beauty can but pity beggars make. 35553|"But what is this new thing? Oh! it is a book 35553|Which, for a moment, seems to smile on me. 35553|I scarcely think what things may follow now, 35553|My mind's full, with an infinite delight, 35553|And with a pleasure which will not be past, 35553|Until it has put on all my old dress, 35553|And brought to me some book of _Dugaldino_. 35553|'Twas he, says I, who put this new invention 35553|Of steel upon the walls of this old church, 35553|To put a statue out of use and glory, 35553|That in this place we may behold their glory. 35553|Oh! what an awe was mine when it was laid 35553|Upon my eyelids! and the words it said, 35553|Wherewith it seemed to bid me in my heart 35553|Do as the old man did, and close the book." 35553|"I knew it well, when it by the side of me 35553|Was lying on the hearth; it was the book 35553|He used, when, at his own cost, he kept it whole:-- 35553|And how it seems it doth not, must not keep now, 35553|It is so small, it but holds that picture which 35553|Has made my living." "This, I believe but grows 35553|More like a dream. You need not waste your breath 35553|In prying into it. 'Tis quite secure 35553|For you, in spite of all his foreknowledge. 35553|And, if you read it, you'll find, I'm not guessing 35553|Aught at all,--'twas such a commonplace, book." 35553|As thus the old man's words, while all they sought 35553|Were found, they ended with,--"Be contented? 35553|Ah, no, I'm tired of this! 'Tis only a dream. 35553|'Tis of a beauty and a tenderness 35553|I could not but mention, when I looked 35553|Upon it closely,--for I thought that it 35553|The same should have been my memory's symbol." 35553|In the middle of the night, a little boy 35553|With his face hidden in a crumpled sheet, 35553|Merely awoke,--when in her bed beside him 35553|A melancholy dream came o'er his head, 35553|And his own little one, who slept the sleep! 35553|From whence came they so soon such a dream? 35553|The thought took him straight to where he was. 35553|The house was full of sleep:--he woke,-- 35553|Asking where he was?--to whom he said, 35553|"I'm here to do some work for Miss Fudge;-- 35553|I must get to my work, before ten; 35553|I must get to my work without delay." 35553|To this the dame at once in haste replies, 35553|"Why, then, take lessons!--why a doctor?"-- 35553|She does not seem very good--'twas clear, 35553|You see, you could get nothing else than this! 35553|"And so you must? Well, then, don't complain; 35553|I'll send for--who's likely to get sick? 35553|I'll send for--who's to blame? It's you, my dear!" 35553|Then up they rose, and made a quick retreat, 35553|Giving good heed to what the dame had said, 35553|And looking as though all that was done was done; 35553|And then their clothes unbound, and off they went. 35553|The morning came, and plainly did appear 35553|That they were all out of all their power to sleep, 35553|Save what was only half-asleep; 35553|For not so deeply would they lie. 35553|"Oh, pray, pray, what ======================================== SAMPLE 2880 ======================================== I will write to my friend Ettrick Rivington, 1287|And give my word he'll soon write to the Pope." 1287|And the king in a manner with joy replied: 1287|'Good luck to my friend and his queen as well. 1287|To our friend the priest, as I trust, may his coming 1287|The true one have been.' Then he kissed the priest's hand. 1287|The young man, too, a very thoughtful reader, 1287|A thoughtful reader, as all may see, 1287|Received the same in full, and his thoughts were thus 1287|As ever will be in the world below. 1287|The man in the Church, who often is seen 1287|At the Mass in the choir, his mind intent, 1287|The Holy See, the Church, and the Pope, was too ill 1287|To rise before the dawn. So he said,-- 1287|He was very well at once, and a day 1287|Was ended from his day's work as he thought. 1287|For he went straight to the convent, where he saw 1287|Men and women, who were all waiting for him 1287|With much sorrow and much sorrowful talk. 1287|Then a young man, with ragged garments on, 1287|(Who was for want of clothing outcasts, you see!) 1287|Besought the priest to take them to him in town, 1287|For the poor had neither good clothes nor stockings. 1287|And the old priest, while the new-found man spoke, 1287|The good man heard, and in silence said:-- 1287|'O my friend, if it is not impossible, 1287|Give to the poor these new clothes which I sew! 1287|There's much sorrow, and much sorrowful talk, 1287|Each one to the other, and each one's speech 1287|Is the same thing--the Pope or the man. 1287|O'er the poor clothes in the convent there gleams 1287|What I can make of the thread of a needle!' 1287|The young man, of his own free will, answered him 1287|The wise words of the old priest:--'You must care! 1287|I'll give them to you then, if I can, 1287|But as you're no poor I'll have them also.'" 1287|The man was glad, and glad had the others too, 1287|While he was the last at this and the chorus, 1287|For his friends might not fail him. 1287|Then again came the solemn prayer, and also 1287|Another sermon, and there was music, 1287|And all the music and every thing was holy. 1287|The priest, and likewise the man, and they knelt 1287|Down on the poor, and the clothes were washed withal, 1287|And in thanks again for all their kind aid 1287|They gave--they gave them all willingly. 1287|As the old man in his arms sat--the poor man, 1287|The man and the child, while the children kneeled down, 1287|Besought God that each one might be living yet, 1287|And with that kind of thought the man was glad. 1287|THE old clock, in the clock-tower, keeps time 1287|As thus from morn till evening by-- 1287|And still time stands, as now, at half-past ten. 1287|The clock hangs slow, and listens at night. 1287|With slow and patient footsteps it goes. 1287|The old clock, in the clock-tower, keeps time; 1287|Yet, never can the good and wise 1287|In the silence, time out of tune, 1287|At their own minds' game. 1287|THE poor folk in the convent are tired, 1287|And each hath something to resign, 1287|The more to watch for the worse. 1287|The clock strikes twelve, and its feet glide 1287|Fast onward, and at full speed. 1287|A little girl begs the poor folk so 1287|She hardly can keep from crying. 1287|"Let us eat, then," the sick people cry, 1287|"To live will not be for long!" 1287|Thus is it asked, and thus answered, 1287|Those who cannot eat, yet must drink, ======================================== SAMPLE 2890 ======================================== 615|The foe is ready to assail; so he 615|Boldly the fatal fray wills to end, 615|And in the fury of the field is laid. 615|With that the duke's good host, in battle stied, 615|And with much slaughter made the marsh below. 615|"If I may judge by this, in many a land 615|I have seen such slaughter in my time," said he, 615|"As here to-day to-day was seen to-day, 615|With victory, for I saw the conqueror 615|With twenty thousand men opposed to naught." 615|To this the rest: "You shall be victor at last, 615|For what is said in sooth, we well know right; 615|But would you not overcome with our aid, 615|You shall with this usury, perchance, appease? 615|Well may you do that, if you are not slain." 615|"I here would perish, or with my content 615|Escape." To them all cried, nor heard his rede. 615|Rogero, who alone could have been slain, 615|In his fierce passion, and the rest alone; 615|And these, because they could not do him ill, 615|Sought his excuse, and answered with disdain. 615|"Let him not see that it should happen," said 615|Rogero, "though to my wish ye wish it so, 615|That to your will ye are no more to be; 615|For by this meagre sentence I at last 615|Shall die, I, who have done this thing to you. 615|"To-morrow you shall be with this one bled; 615|And 'twill be my end as well, if I, who, you see, 615|As I am, a captive have endured hard play, 615|Because the man who took me, ere I died, 615|Shall take us in, the better to atone. 615|Nor this nor that, what is the meed, avail: 615|This one alone hath done me any ill. 615|"The man, for which I am this evil borne, 615|Myself will die; but he will not this do; 615|'Tis he alone, because he could not see 615|Who is against me in the field below; 615|And he shall not do so any more: 615|The man, if I believe his memory, 615|Was only for my profit there to do, 615|Which I was wholly to have endured, if death 615|Had caused him to endure it, and in play 615|Had left him there to have an advantage." 615|Then turning his to right and left a race, 615|Who from that place had turned about their way, 615|Sought them in their space where they were facing, 615|Nor with his sword would stay the leaguering foe. 615|"I know not, I who only now am here, 615|Whereof this duke's speech is told," Rogero cried, 615|"Nor wherefore he should say so, by what right 615|He could we know, when he is now in arms. 615|And he shall do what other duke did not; 615|For 'tis not he that I with my good sword 615|Encompass, but him that is here confined." 615|Then with a smile and sign he made repair, 615|Fell on that warrior's chin, and so was freed. 615|With him his head Rogero's hand embraced, 615|And the two knights, while on the field remained, 615|In mutual love were burning; both were one, 615|Nor in their hearts another was they two. 615|When the bold knights were ended in that round, 615|Then, with Rogero, stood Rogero's guide: 615|With whom, as was, and the good warrior's lore, 615|Rogero long had hoped, and long desired: 615|For, for the first time shown, he had beheld 615|The duke his master, loved by many a peer, 615|The lady who defended him from doubt, 615|And, in that lady's aid, the warrior had; 615|And now with this and to-day had joined in fight, 615|Yet the same knight in that ensanguined good, 615|Which he had wrought among the Saracens, 615|Which thus his honour for the paynim king 615|And noble Valour ======================================== SAMPLE 2900 ======================================== 1287|Of his name 1287|A man and a youth? 1287|And now when with him you stand, 1287|Then tell me, ye maidens, what has happened? 1287|Where's he gone? 1287|What is he doing? 1287|The youth's a noble youth-- 1287|And of no woman is he found. 1287|He leaves a wife and child 1287|Beside a ruin of the same. 1287|His friends are gone, and his bride 1287|A damsel new-made, I ween. 1287|In his house the father sits 1287|The wife's abode, and the child's 1287|As is his bed beneath the beam. 1287|And all are thus for want of care. 1287|But how can I tell if that be so! 1287|And who can tell you? 1287|I know not what to do 1287|With this youth; his name I ne'er could learn. 1287|HE, the son of an old woman gone! 1287|A noble youth he, if I may trust to one! 1287|A youth to whom we need not give 1287|A father's name, a sister's, wife's,-- 1287|A youth, and he is one to whom 1287|Praise is due, and tears and prayers are due. 1287|How is it with him? 1287|Fold up his garment, and kiss him; 1287|Let us take him home. 1287|He will do as I bid him, 1287|And bring you back the gift they gave him. 1287|And tell you, he is young and considerate. 1287|THERE, as you have seen, the king is seated, 1287|There's a prince and maid beside him; 1287|And they are laughing, kissing, praising him 1287|And he is laughing, kissing, praising her. 1287|What is it, ask you, does this monarch say 1287|'Sorrento?--Nay, my son, it is 'sury.' 1287|Henceforth, with his own hand, he will give you 1287|Your wages, and the whole world will know it. 1287|If his son would give them all he had, 1287|How great a treasure in his coffers! 1287|But it is not so with us, my child! 1287|We have done with the world's riches. 1287|Here is wine and here is meat and bread, 1287|And here the best of cakes we have brought. 1287|We can now enjoy ourselves as the king wants us; 1287|Why can't he give his whole bounty thus? 1287|'Tis for her father that we love him-- 1287|But he might see that he is loved. 1287|THE SWEETEST I'VE EVER KNOWN 1287|I never know a maid I love and I care 1287|So dearly, that I can't bear her as other women do. 1287|I cannot bear her as other women can, 1287|No more her tender touch upon my senses feels so sweet. 1287|I cannot bear her as others can, 1287|I cannot bear her with such strength. 1287|Ah then the maiden could no less be loved, 1287|The maiden with such gentleness so full of grace 1287|So sweetly fair, could never be my own dear bride. 1287|So gently she has touched my senses, 1287|So kindly she has kissed me, O God, 1287|That I can fancy the most dainty pair of eyes 1287|That ever looked lovingly on one so fair, 1287|And that her voice seems soft and gentle as the flute of May. 1287|I can be most gentle, as is best, 1287|And gentle too, and holy, for she knows how dear 1287|I am, when my dear maids and I are thought of so. 1287|I cannot suffer her as others can, 1287|I cannot be too loving, as is good, 1287|But to her I can say, as I have said, 1287|"My fair is like to win my love, 1287|My love is like to win her love." 1287|WELL, so dear! 1287|The day is very fine, 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 2910 ======================================== 5184|"Thou hast learned the language of the women 5184|Of the nations of the Northland, 5184|From the daughters of the distant islands; 5184|Learn the ancient women's language, 5184|Hast thou learnt the names of all the women 5184|In thy earliest childhood years, 5184|In thy needful early morning hours?" 5184|Spake the ancient Wainamoinen: 5184|"I have learned the language of the maidens, 5184|Hast thou learned the ancient language?" 5184|This is Lemminkainen's answer: 5184|"I have learned the language of the women, 5184|All the names of the ancient women, 5184|Hast thou learned the ancient mothers' wisdom? 5184|This is little knowledge enowenen; 5184|I have little wisdom seenuni." 5184|Straightway as the hero made answer, 5184|Straightway as the dame judged proper, 5184|In her ears the names of womankind 5184|Rang like the snap-crooked reed-fork, 5184|Did not skill in reading rivalwomen, 5184|Did not skill in reading fish-nets. 5184|Made he, then, one knee inclined 5184|Towards Kaukomieli, old and noble. 5184|"Who," spake the hero, Lemminkainen, 5184|"Hast thou known within thy youth, and in thy life, 5184|Who the maiden fair that beautifies 5184|Sowth in forthright beauty on the sea-shore?" 5184|Louhi, hostess of Pohyola, 5184|Then replied the hostess of Pohyola: 5184|"In my days was Ilmatar, 5184|And the lovely hostess of Pohyola, 5184|As a casket upon my table; 5184|I have known her of great beauty, 5184|In my house has long admired her." 5184|Spake the reckless Lemminkainen: 5184|"Whoever thou art, old hero, 5184|You, I think, belong to old acquaintance; 5184|You have known her long and thoroughly, 5184|And have watched o'er her from day to day, 5184|All the winter nights and winter mornings." 5184|Lemminkainen's mother answered: 5184|"This is more than three years, son-in-law, 5184|Indeed I ween we've seen each other, 5184|Saw each other at the island camp-sides 5184|Saw each other at the Pohya-forests; 5184|In each other's arms I've laid my head." 5184|Spake the hero, Lemminkainen, 5184|These the words of Kaukomieli: 5184|"If my mother had a greater wisdom, 5184|More of virtue, more of courage, 5184|I would lay my head in sacks of flax-thread, 5184|Roll my coins through Pohya-awa." 5184|Lemminkainen's mother answered: 5184|"This is all thy present country, 5184|All the rest thou hast in fee but little; 5184|All the rest thou hast in bargain, 5184|Bread for royalty thou shalt not buy it." 5184|Spake the hero, Lemminkainen, 5184|These the words of Kaukomieli: 5184|"Since thou hast a greater wisdom, 5184|More of virtue, more of courage, 5184|Dearest mother of my being, 5184|Dearest mother of this village, 5184|Let my shoulders of no-great-ness 5184|Thrust thou also into booths, 5184|Let thy head be on the heaps of straw; 5184|Cast it in the iron pan like wheat; 5184|Let it be its proper part provided." 5184|Lemminkainen's mother answered: 5184|"This is all thy present country, 5184|All the rest thou hast in fee but little; 5184|All the rest thou hast in bargain, 5184|Bread for royalty thou shalt not buy it." 5184|So the mother of the hero 5184|To the binder bears her basket, 5184 ======================================== SAMPLE 2920 ======================================== 1304|Till you come to thy home indeed, 1304|And find thy peace again. 1304|'Tis but a season, sweet time of year, 1304|That Heaven to us restores, 1304|When every bud with blush of spring, 1304|The vale makes garlands fine. 1304|But vain the blushes of the rose, 1304|And sweet the violet's eye; 1304|And vain the smile of morning light, 1304|When, all the earth beguiles, 1304|The mocking-bird's shrill whistle wakes 1304|The woodland's answer wild. 1304|The merry, merry season is come, 1304|The blooming fruitage is pluck'd, 1304|The bee is busy from the breast, 1304|And the blackbird in the tree. 1304|'Tis but a season, sweet time of year, 1304|That Eden's woods are rife; 1304|O'er all the fields the winds are blown, 1304|And every fountain's fill'd. 1304|The swallow, with unsteady wing, 1304|Comes o'er the mountain side; 1304|And on the plain comes laughing John, 1304|The cricket cheers and sings. 1304|'Tis but a season, sweet time of year, 1304|That Earth once more is seen; 1304|For Eden's walls, with fresher green, 1304|Smooth tints imprint tell-tale. 1304|Then, like a picture, Eden's walls 1304|Boldly display their paint, 1304|And then 'tis silent, though alive, 1304|Until it quite deceives. 1304|The white, white rose, and pale pink-lipped lily, 1304|And purple lily, and white rose, 1304|They fade like shadows in a glass; 1304|And all the rest are but a gleam. 1304|'Tis only when the summer is done, 1304|And all the blooms are culled, 1304|That, on a green bank near the stream, 1304|An olive grows with verdure fraught. 1304|It blooms with verdure quite outworn, 1304|For summer cares made it so; 1304|And when he found his love was dead, 1304|How pale its glories grew! 1304|Yet, when the lover fell asleep, 1304|It bloomed in beauty's spite, 1304|And when it wakefulness has made, 1304|How sweet its odours were! 1304|At morn, from its lone and lonely bower, 1304|It shrills in plaintive moan; 1304|When noon grows crimson o'er the hills, 1304|It is most wondrous fair. 1304|And when the snow begins to fall, 1304|It makes a lovely ring; 1304|When stormy blasts are thickening round, 1304|'Tis gentle in its spring. 1304|The lilies in their sullen pride 1304|Shrink not at the noonday sun; 1304|The red rose bows her head while mists 1304|Are circling round her grave. 1304|'Tis strange that flower so peaceful should 1304|Be wrung with anguished pain, 1304|That at a time like this, should seem 1304|So wholly broke in vain. 1304|O, had she perished in that cold, 1304|That frightful dark alone! 1304|Such quiet as this 'twere to win 1304|Some gentle heart to-night. 1304|But let it die, the garden lies 1304|So near it must be found. 1304|FAREWELL, my Love, a long farewell! 1304|She 's far away and I must home. 1304|It 's far away, and O the van! 1304|A faraway is a strange road. 1304|If my Love should come I know not when, 1304|Far away, or when she 'd been elswhere! 1304|What should I do then, dear, my grief to grieve 1304|Or to hope to make her stay a little space? 1304|Nay, nay! the least I can do is this: 1304|To leave my window open while she goes ======================================== SAMPLE 2930 ======================================== 27221|The goslings, at the banqueting seen, 27221|Went chirping homewards; and the bee 27221|Drew short with alarm, and in the tree 27221|Held high his horn, till, all but him, 27221|A shepherd by, the banqueting gone, 27221|Appeared the tiny nimble vulture, 27221|The same who from a thousand years before 27221|Had only mused upon those hills, 27221|With all their beauty laden dead; and, while 27221|The flock had all been gathered home, 27221|He pierced the woodland, with a vengeance, 27221|And tore asunder night and day the boughs 27221|Where'er he swooped for supper, as he swoop'd, 27221|And to the lampless hills of heaven 27221|Roll'd fast on high his beamy talons; 27221|While, from the forest's gloom, to him, 27221|Like lightning, the red comet, the clear wreathing 27221|Of a cloudy moon, the stars flew out; 27221|And like a whirlwind the vulture flew, 27221|And the night shriek'd, and the heavens grew dark with clamour. 27221|So when a man with angry mien 27221|Was come to visit his deceased friend, 27221|He bade the bard farewell, and then began 27221|The funeral song of his old teacher. 27221|"Good night!" he said; "Good night, thou bard, and good-day; 27221|For thee and me, thou learned, never more 27221|For us, the children of the stars, shall dawn. 27221|Thy song was made for man, and heaven's bright arch, 27221|Where, in the light of our Creator, we 27221|Shall soar, and in our bodies rise again. 27221|The man returns with joy to his fair chosen field, 27221|The bird with bird shall sing the night along. 27221|The flower returns to the green earth's bosom, 27221|The tree, in bloom, shall bear to thee farewell, 27221|Thou humblest nymph, and lightest of the throng, 27221|Who art as loving to our lowly home 27221|As sunbeam or the zephyr of the earth. 27221|For thee, our youth, for thee shall heaven bless, 27221|And make our hearts our fathers' glory bleed. 27221|For thee, our age, for thee shall chance misfortune; 27221|But die we love the better for the while. 27221|For thee, a child shall turn to man's old race, 27221|For thee, a master shall to liberty yield. 27221|For thee, thy words, our words shall live again; 27221|For thee, our very hopes, our hopes shall live. 27221|For thee, the world, shall be our heaven and last. 27221|The bard who taught thee that, the bard of earth, 27221|Thy name shall live when time hath swept away, 27221|And thou no more shalt live, but while men speak. 27221|Ah! why do I weep, the while the world is young? 27221|Thy song is cold to-day. 27221|'Tis not the frost that brings the leaves to stand, 27221|'Tis not the thunder that topples towers away. 27221|'Tis not the rain that heaves the summer's dew, 27221|'Tis not the breezes that at our summer play. 27221|'Tis not the breeze that sweeps o'er sails of gold, 27221|'Tis not the sun that lights the summer day. 27221|It is the spirit of a wind without a blast, 27221|It is the spirit of the breath of spring-time air. 27221|'Tis a spirit of an unseen friend, unknown 27221|That wanders when we wake and leaves us when we sleep. 27221|'Tis gone, and now a spirit of sorrow holds 27221|My life within my heart. 27221|My friends shall fill the vacant space of years, 27221|And I shall live on in life's work begun. 27221|Ah! yet once again, once more in thy praise, 27221|Bid me thy verses, that they hear or ======================================== SAMPLE 2940 ======================================== 841|All but the little head; 841|And while I saw him there in the grass, 841|What he had been, it was a boy or a man. 841|His hand was in mine, his fingers found 841|Mine; and I was so tired I could not tell. 841|His eyes were calm and gentle, and a boy, 841|His face was full of innocence and love; 841|His eyes were full of hope, filled with a joy 841|I could not tell him of. But as I looked 841|At those tender eyes, the boy did not speak. 841|A manhood's coming was upon him, and 841|His face was straightened and his hands were freed 841|From all the fetters round his manhood bound. 841|The little boy turned and asked me for my bread. 841|As I went over the garden and town 841|We two walked slowly together 841|And I was so tired and sleepy and sick 841|I could no longer bear it; 841|So I walked over the garden and town 841|And watched the sun go vanishing 841|And after it, the great white moon 841|Came down and shining, 841|And we went home together, 841|And I was so tired and sleepy, 841|I could not sleep for fear, 841|So I kept on sleeping and sleeping. 841|O weary heart that can lie 841|In the cold, grey grass alone! 841|When the moonlight comes 841|Shrouded in mist and rain, 841|It hides a face that haunts your dreams, 841|But when the sun goes down 841|It is like a white hand 841|Moving softly on the air... 841|I am sure it is some old friend 841|Going to the good of all. 841|We have lived together long, 841|But never quite the same. 841|I am sure it is some old friend 841|going to the good of all. 841|You are glad, dear, but I am so glad, 841|We have forgotten our pasts, 841|I can never see your eyes 841|That I used to see 841|When I used to be young. 841|You are so wise and clever, 841|You can think the world is a fairy-tale, 841|And every tale that is told 841|Seems so very far 841|From what I think is right. 841|But I, who am happy as a child, 841|I can never understand 841|Why, without any help, 841|I could have got so foolish. 841|You are always looking out for me, 841|And thinking I am not so fair, 841|And that a good dress 841|Is just what _you_ need 841|When going to spend the night. 841|But as you are so wise and clever, 841|I am always, dear, thinking, 841|Of something I forget. 841|It may be a book or a doll, 841|Or I may be out in the garden, 841|Doing something stupid. 841|Or it may be a lovely girl, 841|Sleeping soundly in her bed, 841|Or a red-headed man 841|Playing "fros" on the lawn. 841|Or it may perhaps be you, 841|And you may be standing there, 841|With your arms crossed, and one hand 841|Loosed at your beauty, 841|And the other held in your face, 841|As if you were a toy. 841|And the thought is still,-- 841|I am only human, 841|And when I am old 841|I shall think, dear, of you 841|And a good night to you, 841|And may lie down and sleep. 841|But before you have your rest 841|You will wake to find 841|All the world so full of delight 841|That it would have been so much fun. 841|For there are children playing by the water, 841|And a little girl is laughing in the sun, 841|And she always seems ======================================== SAMPLE 2950 ======================================== 28796|With a mighty bow, he stood beside her 28796|And watched for her return. 28796|Then she came in with a smile radiant, 28796|She took this little hand, 28796|She said to us, "To my love and my home 28796|You go. 28796|Be a daughter of the world to them that love, 28796|And be a little maid in love to me. 28796|I will look after you, dear, and give you 28796|My heart and my life, 28796|Then with that I turned and passed on, 28796|Her hand in his, 28796|Heard by the clang as that ship she swung, 28796|The echo call. 28796|As we drove, the light ooze from the tires 28796|O' gold we bought. 28796|The old churchyard at the back o' the street 28796|Held no relics fair. 28796|Its church-bell we heard the bird-note to ring, 28796|And, as I passed, I heard through the wood a song, 28796|Of a little maiden; and the wind, 28796|It passed beside me, 28796|The way she went when the birds sang in the May, 28796|And the grass was green. 28796|And when the morn was re-embalming 28796|The blood that had found its old master, 28796|And the sun was setting o'er the earth, 28796|My heart was lifted up 28796|Unto the lady that I had not loved 28796|While ever my soul was cold. 28796|The girl I loved, and now had loved, she too 28796|Was beautiful as a pearl. 28796|She walked with me through the streets, 28796|Through the gardens where flowers grew, 28796|She held my hand with a loving and tender hand; 28796|She smiled on me and was glad, 28796|And for us that love and have loved made sweet 28796|Our little home. 28796|I have gone on a quest, 28796|Through the vastness of the seas 28796|To where other children go; 28796|And I have seen a place 28796|Where the children have come to play. 28796|In my dreams my soul has flitted 28796|Where other children live; 28796|And the lovely faces I saw 28796|Are the faces they would lose of 28796|That I have known on vacation. 28796|A long long time ago I sailed on an ocean 28796|All night through; 28796|I had no rest or sleep, 28796|And I lay in the dark, 28796|For a storm was on the deep. 28796|I prayed to the cloud, 28796|With a loud voice praying 28796|For God to show mercy 28796|In a parting-time prayer. 28796|I said, Lord, make clear 28796|The clouds of my sin, 28796|That my sin and death 28796|May be washed away. 28796|He turned away, He said, 28796|If you will grant me prayer, 28796|I will go out to you 28796|And I'll take you home. 28796|Now if I should find 28796|The clouds a little higher, 28796|Then you would understand, 28796|You're my little child, 28796|And oh you'd hold me fast, 28796|And I would not leave you 28796|Lest I should cross again. 28796|The stars were shining far and clear, 28796|But the little little bird was sleeping on the wing. 28796|The night wind came through the window blind, 28796|And down on the ground 28796|Her nest she laid. 28796|And while the starlight fell on the nest, 28796|She heard a voice in her sleep, 28796|She woke and wept, and wept aloud, 28796|For she said, Oh! my mother, help me; 28796|And God answered, Oh! my daughter! 28796|The child was all alone in her nest: 28796|The stars were coming fast, 28796|Through the window she heard the father's voice, 28796|The father's voice she awoke to hear, 28796|Thinking, Oh! little child, come back, ======================================== SAMPLE 2960 ======================================== 1567|And he looked from the window. Her eyes were full 1567|Of tears.... 1567|And there was one at the other of them 1567|They said they would not meet, 1567|But whispered to each other. But the air 1567|Was hushed. Now the first word was: 1567|No doubt... what's this? 1567|Then it became: 1567|The little girl from the next house's room, 1567|A little older, with a smile, 1567|And a fair bright hair like pearls, 1567|Was looking at her father and her mother 1567|In a way that seemed to ask 1567|If they could be glad. 1567|And in the light 1567|Of a smile that seemed to say, 1567|"Don't let anything get to me 1567|That can show I've a fault," 1567|It seemed to be: 1567|"A housewifer! 1567|A little girl's for little boys, 1567|A little girl's for little girls. 1567|And you might come and sit beside 1567|The old man in the square, 1567|And he'd say to you: 1567|Your form is good, but your dress, 1567|I like better, is his! 1567|And you'd say, I'm no prude, 1567|But that you'd be ashamed to look 1567|On a pretty maid as mine!" 1567|And they all would say it-- 1567|The little girl from the three houses, 1567|The little girl at the three houses 1567|And the great-grandmère from every house 1567|Heeding her. 1567|And they made the old woman smile 1567|As she handed out the paper, 1567|They made her turn 1567|To the children, and her husband's face 1567|Grew kinder. 1567|And the good woman took 1567|The small blue slip again, 1567|Which said she understood. 1567|"We've been through that a few times!" 1567|She said, and handed it round. 1567|"But I'd like you to know 1567|We think all this very well 1567|You should be thankful 1567|To be kept and nursed, 1567|And have everything that you can." 1567|It was a white girl with a bright little eye, 1567|And she was laughing as she answered him: 1567|"If you keep me here and let me go, 1567|I will eat my own cake!" 1567|"I'll teach you, little girl," the old woman said, 1567|"To put the best fruit on your head." 1567|But the girl was not a little girl. 1567|And she loved the old woman dearly. 1567|So the old woman let her go, 1567|Took a little white girl in. 1567|And the day passed and the day passed by, 1567|And the girl was not a little girl. 1567|And the day passed to nothing: 1567|The girl was always crying. 1567|But for every day the old woman said: 1567|That you were a little girl! 1567|Then the day passed and the day passed by 1567|And the day was all about her. 1567|And the old woman saw how she cried: 1567|She thought the tears come from her hair. 1567|And she never knew the child she had. 1567|So she put the apple in her bowl and went: 1567|No one knew she'd seen the apple. 1567|And she waited, and waited, and waited, 1567|For the time and the day it past, 1567|And the girl was a little girl, no longer 1567|Little, but laughing: crying: 1567|"Oh, I think I'll go and seek him out!" 1567|But she never did. 1567|I wish that I could go anywhere 1567|And not run into anyone, 1567|Because if I ran into anyone 1567|Somebody would always help me; 1567|And so it's best that I run into, 1567|And run into of course any one. 1567|I wish that I could go anywhere 1567|And not hear the whole ======================================== SAMPLE 2970 ======================================== 14757|That we cannot see the future! I'll 14757|Leave the children and go back to the 14757|Red Lodge." "Why, dear Tom," she exclaimed, 14757|"You are mad. Don't make fun of the children, 14757|But tell me the truth, for you must know 14757|All about it. If there is going to be 14757|Anything going on in the Lodge 14757|That's making us very queer you must 14757|Go and ask them." A tall, slim young man 14757|Laid his long silver bow near Tom's right hand, 14757|And his arrows rested in his quiver. 14757|"The children are making strange noises," 14757|Said the elder with a hint of wrath; 14757|"I took up a message one night from them 14757|And learned that the Grand Lodge of England 14757|They're after secrets." 14757|"So they are," muttered Tom; 14757|"But if we could get there before they found us, 14757|We'd know what to do." 14757|"You mean to tell us," she replied, 14757|With a sly smile, 14757|"Just what we will if they find us out. 14757|And you must get out if you want to keep 14757|Your job." 14757|"No, no, I'm perfectly sure," 14757|Cried Tom, 14757|"If there's anything to be had at the Lodge, 14757|You must have it. Can't you make your living well, 14757|And get by making jokes about things? 14757|I've been out in the country before; 14757|They don't want anything more to say." 14757|"But how about the lodge?" 14757|"It won't give you a drop of water," said one. 14757|"And there isn't any milk-- 14757|It's all spoiled up-country. That's bad. 14757|The children'll do their best to make it look 14757|As if there was not one drop of water. 14757|That's what they say. It's all spoiled up-country." 14757|"But I suppose," said Tom, 14757|"You have more than that," 14757|And the old man shook his head. 14757|"You are quite right," said he to them, 14757|"For what's up-country?" 14757|In a half-laugh. 14757|"No, really," said the elder, 14757|"You are very wrong. We're not a lodge. 14757|We're just a children's camp. We're not much, 14757|But we're making jokes about the things; 14757|And not the things themselves, which is what 14757|Makes a lodge a jokester. 14757|"You're a joke, too, and you know it. 14757|You're just as bad a joke as yourself." 14757|The younger man laughed then, as he had 14757|And the older man said nothing at all. 14757|When the elder and the younger went 14757|Back to the Lodge that night, they were both 14757|So afraid, they went ahead and bought 14757|A bottle of rum, 14757|And sat down to drink. 14757|"I really ought to like you," he said, 14757|After he'd had a couple of glasses. 14757|"It makes me feel warm." 14757|"Don't you at all, Bert," said the younger man. 14757|"It just happened," said the elder, 14757|"As I was reading you stories, just plain 14757|Of course you can't do it. Now, tell me, then." 14757|"Of course!" breathed the young man, as he sighed 14757|In a low kind of way, as if he'd tried 14757|To explain himself. "Of course. I feel _that_ way 14757|Because you made me tell you the same way. 14757|And the same way you said I did in school; 14757|They're not all the same." 14757|"Perhaps it is because," said the elder, 14757|"This country's very cold." 14757|"Not cold!" said the young man loudly, 14757|And his eyes glistened as he rushed on. 14757 ======================================== SAMPLE 2980 ======================================== 27297|Then in a voice that was harsh and hoarse, 27297|"Lass, I see that you're a woman." 27297|The red rose and the white rose? 27297|The little white flower of May? 27297|The little green flower of June! 27297|The little sweet May-bloom that buds and bows 27297|In the green, white, red and blue 27297|Of April's blue and silvery May day; 27297|They are ours, for they were gifted, not lost! 27297|O the green, white, red and blue 27297|Is one that the world's proudest champions wear! 27297|And the red and white they light the sky, 27297|And they light the brow of our proudest queen, 27297|And the pale little eyes 27297|That open to the sunshine or the storm 27297|And shelter us at a fair, glad hour; 27297|And so the roses are ours, and the light-- 27297|The light that is only ours to see, 27297|So the blue and the rose! 27297|They hold in their hands the crowns of our crowns, 27297|The little roses we proudly bear, 27297|They are our crowns with the crowning line 27297|To the sun and the flowers: 27297|The little bright flowers that never tire. 27297|They have a joy in their bright bowers; 27297|And that joy is not ours, 27297|And never will be, 27297|When our hearts, in the days of the year, 27297|Are light as the May's! 27297|Then, O my love! 'Twas the red and the white rose! 27297|A far-off call,-- 27297|Faint and low,--the sound of her voice 27297|That woke my heart! 27297|The white rose that woke my heart!_ 27297|"The Queen is fair," she said, 27297|"And the Queen has a sweet eye 27297|That glittered like a star. 27297|"The Queen is fair and the Queen is wise, 27297|And the Queen is sweet. 27297|"And now I love her!" She raised 27297|A white, fair face like a star; 27297|There was neither word nor sign; 27297|"What is she, then?" he asked. 27297|"The Queen is fair, for she has a crown. 27297|And the Queen hath a tender grace, 27297|And the Queen has a bright eye, 27297|Where other eyes are dim." 27297|It was a night, for the dark moon grew 27297|The white of the sky, 27297|And the night-hawk from o'er sea-rocks flamed 27297|Through the night-dew's sheen. 27297|But it seemed as a white bird's wing 27297|Was lightly stirred 27297|By the dim sweet hand of the Queen, 27297|As the night-hawk flieth by 27297|In the warm, soft morn. 27297|And the moon came down on her head, 27297|And a light came over her 27297|As of a bright, strong, swift, 27297|White bird from the dark! 27297|All of her heart was as one heart 27297|In the blue clear spring, 27297|All of her spirit as one soul 27297|For the Queen is fair! 27297|I'm going to the woods by the shore, 27297|The birches, the willows and the alder, 27297|Where a sweet lass is singing so long, 27297|And a singer is singing to me. 27297|I'm going to the woods by the shore, 27297|Where the wild flowers kiss your shadowy sides; 27297|Where the swift, soft grass grows in a vest 27297|Of green, and the stream goes laughing by; 27297|Where the red-bird's song is a dream unsung 27297|And the moon's a lovely star, and white 27297|And pale as the face of a childless bride, 27297|And white as the flowerless tree-tops far 27297|Above the quiet water and the night. 27297|Fold me, warm fold me, my babe, 27297|I am weary, I am woe, ======================================== SAMPLE 2990 ======================================== 30672|Lines in the book of 30672|B. Moseley's _Iris of Sienna_ 30672|_Ceasing to be sad_ 30672|_To be unhappy_ 30672|_O thou my heart's fairest,_ 30672|_My Love and all things fair!_ 30672|_All's well that is can never be._ 30672|"In your heart the heart that is well content." 30672|"As sweet music to my soul is well-a-day." 30672|"Though thy face is hard as iron, like anvil." 30672|"Like the sun in the midst of the grey sky." 30672|"Bright be thy birth, beloved youth, with thy name." 30672|"Like the sun of autumn, like love brightening." 30672|"Love is like the day breaking out in the north." 30672|"Like the sunshine and sunshine it is dim." 30672|"Love never is old, love never is new. 30672|Love makes the sun-rise, and leaves the shade behind." 30672|"Like a bird or a tree or a bud 30672|Love made each flower that grew to me." 30672|"Love like a star, like the light of a star 30672|Made me love her as I loved her sky." 30672|"The bird of the desert sings most gay." 30672|"Birds and flowers are sweet." 30672|"Love is like the rose of the world." 30672|"Thy lips are sweet, thy breast is white." 30672|"Love makes a new love every time." 30672|A thousand songs I weave in my hair. 30672|As the rose of the morning from rose to rose; 30672|As the morning-sun from sunset to sunset; 30672|As the spring in the summer from flowers to flowers, 30672|As the day in the evening from dusk to dusk; 30672|So my songs are woven in my hair; 30672|A thousand years I lay them to rest; 30672|As the night, in the depths of the night, 30672|That is death's sleep, lies them to rest. 30672|I will call no more 30672|To my hand 30672|A tune, 30672|A note 30672|Of joy, 30672|Of love. 30672|For a while I will wait 30672|In my heart, 30672|At the close 30672|Of love, 30672|And I will sing 30672|As, in the night, 30672|A song, 30672|Of the old-time glow 30672|And the old-time dream, 30672|The old-time love, 30672|The old-time pain, 30672|Of the old-time glee, 30672|Of the old-time game, 30672|Of the old-time youth, 30672|And the old-time love; 30672|A thousand years I'll wait 30672|For the light, 30672|And I will call 30672|To my hope, 30672|To my hope again, 30672|The old-time glee, 30672|And the old-time love." 30672|Love, he would not break her heart, 30672|Because she seemed so fair, 30672|But take her life away 30672|For sake of gold and fame. 30672|A little maiden, 30672|She lived alone 30672|Under the greenwood tree: 30672|Her eyes were blue, 30672|And she was queenly fair. 30672|She loved the damsel, 30672|For all her face, 30672|And she went to her sire 30672|To show the sorrow there. 30672|The sire he waited 30672|Among his slaves, 30672|And the maiden told him 30672|Her heart's sad tale. 30672|"Thou king of men," she said, 30672|"I come to thee"-- 30672|"O sweet maiden," 30672|His young son said, 30672|"For we are strangers." 30672|The old man, the wise one, 30672|With tears was there, 30672|But he heard her tears 30672|Before he spoke. 30672|"Behold my love!" 30672|The ======================================== SAMPLE 3000 ======================================== 18238|A man with a face like a bowl 18238|That's full of water and corn-meal; 18238|A man that's full of water and corn-meal: 18238|A boy with the eyes of a girl; 18238|A man with the teeth and the mouth of a cat; 18238|A man with the fingers of a fox; 18238|A man with a face like a bowl; 18238|And a man like a pot of sods. 18238|But if you come to him in the way he goes, 18238|All his teeth will be loosened and loosened of flesh,-- 18238|It will give him the creeps 18238|Of somebody that sits down to supper, 18238|And thinks hard about him and what he has said. 18238|A man with a chin as fat 18238|As a loaf of the crumbs of death, 18238|A face as wrinkled as a pewter cask, 18238|That's filledfull of salt and brimstone 18238|To the touch, 18238|Yet the heat and the heat have passed 18238|Like a flame-- 18238|It is as though all this heat and heat 18238|Had touched and touched in the frying-pan the water, 18238|And boiled there, and dried and so disappeared! 18238|A boy and a man with a face as black 18238|As a moorpe, 18238|And eyes as brown as the berry tops 18238|When the frost smites, 18238|And a chin as fat as a pound 18238|Of sodden and earth. 18238|And he's as tall as a house 18238|When he's girt with his cloak, 18238|And the sweat of his nostrils looks 18238|Like the rain in the pit! 18238|A boy with a face as dry 18238|As the brambles under a cold shawl, 18238|That's bent 18238|To pray, and that's all! 18238|And he sits down in a drear 18238|And vacant seat, 18238|Watching a big black sun 18238|Rise from the west! 18238|A man full of fear and fear 18238|That a thing so fair may go 18238|Where the wind blows or the rain raves, 18238|And the wind or the wind or wind! 18238|But the rain and the wind may stay 18238|Or the wind or the wind may stay! 18238|A lad with a face so brown 18238|You'd swear it were carved in stone 18238|When you passed it by, 18238|And a jaw and a nose so flat 18238|You'd swear them to be china; 18238|A lad that would pass you by 18238|With his mouth so thin! 18238|A man with a beard as long 18238|And brown and short as a gnome, 18238|And lips that never are lisped 18238|With the laugh that falls across, 18238|And a look as hard as a rock 18238|Which the ice bends with a vow, 18238|And an eye as sharp as a stone 18238|That the wind casts out! 18238|But there's another man you'll meet 18238|When the night grows old and the dead 18238|Bury the dead, and the dead be given 18238|To the water or the air, 18238|A dead-branch in the hand of God, 18238|A breath from the dust above 18238|Or the dust below! 18238|There was never a man to tell, 18238|For there was never a breath, to speak, 18238|Where the night might let him fly; 18238|But a bird's song across the trees 18238|Fell on the ear, and there 18238|Lurked and played upon my ear, 18238|As I was coming up; 18238|Or a sigh, or a voice, or a tear, 18238|Blooms in the eyes of Day-- 18238|As I was going in. 18238|An eagle came to my window, 18238|A-flying to the west; 18238|The sun went down in the west, 18238|The moon went out of sight. 18238|For the eagle and the moon were gone, ======================================== SAMPLE 3010 ======================================== 2428|The fops and fools that make a stir: 2428|If you must vote for fraud and pride, 2428|At least be sure you're worthy the rest." 2428|I've read the _Bibliotheca_ page, 2428|And found it well written: 2428|My heart does laugh at things amiss; 2428|My wife is fainting near me. 2428|Her eyes at last their secret know 2428|And rise for this occasion, 2428|"My dearest and my dearest, 2428|This night I've a new friend." 2428|Her words were short, a few short; 2428|A woman's heart is light as air; 2428|I had a heart, too, but it grew cold 2428|Just once, before this came to pass. 2428|But was my heart as light as they? 2428|No, but by one-half a score, 2428|My heart was light as can be found 2428|A thousand years, before this came to pass. 2428|I found her late in my poor life, 2428|And she told the story flat; 2428|She said 'twas bad in her life, I think, 2428|For, from her mother, she could see; 2428|Then she told me the woman's heart-- 2428|I felt so sorry for her future-- 2428|That she--I do not know her name-- 2428|Went mad and died that very day. 2428|And that is how I found her dead, 2428|And that is how I found her good. 2428|I do not think young Love would be fitter 2428|To live for love's sweet sake alone; 2428|I do not think young Love would be fit 2428|To live for love, when not for love's sake. 2428|"Ah! my dear love," said the old woman, 2428|When she was gone, "don't be a fool, 2428|For at three o'clock I was out, and you were in, 2428|That's a little late to be running." 2428|"Yes, I can wait--I can wait," said the maiden, 2428|"I've only time, dear, but more to spare." 2428|"How long has it been since I was with you?" 2428|"Well, my dear, why hardly a word." 2428|"And what did you propose to do while I was gone?" 2428|"Nay, I tell you, you little thing, 2428|I only said,--I was going to see!" 2428|"'Sides I saw,' my dear, no more of sides." 2428|"But I'll go to my father, dear, for he has always 2428|"I have a heart; I will take one." 2428|"Ah! so I have been a false woman, 2428|A false, false-hearted, heartless woman! 2428|My only wish is to go out of her way to do her 2428|"And what has been your punishment?" 2428|"I have been tortured, dear, I have been whipped; 2428|My father has made a rope 2428|Around my neck--and there I hang so weak I know not 2428|It is time to put her out of her fears,-- 2428|So long I have waited! 2428|"And will you go, dear, when I am dead?" 2428|"Thank you, but such an answer is false; 2428|I don't know. I'm out. 2428|"And where will you be, dear, when you're gone?" 2428|"Oh, say, I'm going to the country? 2428|Oh, I can't help it, I must make a dress 2428|For a good reason! 2428|"For there are many people to whom I should like to be 2428|To marry, and make a proper wedding feast. 2428|But no--you must take care that she is well, and at peace; 2428|"You are gone," the father cried; 2428|"Take care, take care she's safe, and you're all our care; 2428|Yes, take care--she's gone, dear! 2428|And see--she does not come back." 2428|My heart was heavy, I wish ======================================== SAMPLE 3020 ======================================== 1165|The day is the death of Time. 1165|No one shall understand; 1165|The very air is a speech; 1165|The wind is the voice of the wind; 1165|But Time's a mystery too 1165|To speak or understand. 1165|The wind in the windy sky, 1165|The moon in the ocean cold, 1165|A soundless thing, a glance, a gleam 1165|Of infinite light. 1165|And when the hour begins to fly, 1165|The sky with the dawn goes up; 1165|The night with the stars goes down; 1165|But the wind in the windy sky 1165|The wind's the voice of the wind 1165|That wakes and laughs to-day 1165|That sings and is gone! 1165|I heard a bird upon a tree 1165|Sing of the sun, sing of the rain, 1165|Sing of the way that birds go 1165|Singing to their mates ... Sing Heav'n! 1165|Sing the world's great glory! Sing it, 1165|Sing to-day ... and the birds again. 1165|Sing, but the birds to rest will go, 1165|And the stars still shine, and the rain is still. 1165|"Sing Heav'n!" He who sings, 1165|Takes the everlasting fire, 1165|Winding the ways of the years. 1165|Sing Heav'n!" He who sings, 1165|Is a spirit of many tongues, 1165|Spirit, mind, and soul from end to end. 1165|Sing Heav'n!" Sing ... but the birds go down! 1165|I sang a song, a little song; 1165|And after and before my screen 1165|I sang my little life's delight. 1165|I sang of the little hours, 1165|My little happy days; 1165|Of man and heart and limb; 1165|And how when I'd been as much with my kind 1165|God had not made me less. 1165|I told the things I knew, 1165|Of love; of hope; of strength; 1165|And of the world all bright 1165|And bright the things I feared. 1165|My little life's not all the world's! 1165|What if I do not know 1165|A world of joy? what if the great 1165|And wise souls of earth 1165|And the little ones, 1165|And all who love and all who sleep 1165|In love and joy are one? 1165|A poet, one who would fill 1165|With songs the world and time, 1165|And stir the earth with ecstasy 1165|And beauty like a star. 1165|So great I was, so very great, 1165|My little song went home; 1165|The great, the wise, the good and great, 1165|Ruled o'er the little song. 1165|A dream the night I had, 1165|That I was singing, and singing, 1165|And in my little song 1165|The world and time and power were all, 1165|And in the world ... the time was God. 1165|I did not know it, but God gave 1165|The knowledge I might know. 1165|So was it well with me, and I 1165|Ran with the world as a dreamer runs, 1165|Waking and running all day, 1165|And all the way when night is near 1165|I run to catch my little song. 1165|"The child is the man's because the man is the child," 1165|Is the tale men tell among their halls, 1165|And love must win for man the maid. 1165|Yet, God, the little baby dear 1165|Seemed to me the only man of all. 1165|And here, through thousands of miles, to-night, 1165|I linger, wondering if he'll run 1165|Through the great wood, and seek my hand: 1165|Will the little baby cry? Oh, never! 1165|"I'm a little boy," I said. 1165|"I'll not kill a man to-day," 1165|Was my little boy's sad cheer. 11 ======================================== SAMPLE 3030 ======================================== 20956|Touched with its love of thee; 20956|And to-night they will not wed 20956|Till the world hath ended. 20956|Hush, you little birds, in your little nests so lonely 20956|Down at the heart of the earth, how you sit there singing, 20956|Lazy and idle; 20956|And, look, you little eggs, how dark your egg-lodes are buried, 20956|In dark nests no birds know of! 20956|The light of the sun is on the earth and sky, 20956|But only with great love are we happy; 20956|But the sun-rise is a joy to all the earth, 20956|To little ones and to the birds. 20956|I dreamed of a garden, 20956|I stood among its blossoms, 20956|As full of beauty 20956|As my heart would dream it were. 20956|I walked in a fairy meadow, 20956|All white with its snow, 20956|A-dreaming all day; 20956|The birds sang sweetly to me. 20956|All through my dream-life, 20956|With singing and bright sunlight 20956|All through my soul was lit, 20956|And the bright angel-haunted trees 20956|Came down to me and smiled; 20956|So, in my soul did I dream, 20956|And it seemed that I was at rest. 20956|In the land of beauty and of song, 20956|All things that are and were born I have seen, 20956|The trees to the stars have danced on high, 20956|And the clouds have waved on cloudy steeps. 20956|They have come with the dew, the moon to the sun, 20956|And to earth's heart has risen the love-light crown. 20956|Now there's a God to whom the heavens bow, 20956|And the sun and the stars and the wind obey. 20956|For the day is ended, 20956|And the mists are turned to a crown. 20956|And all the starry worlds 20956|Have danced with a star-like light in the east; 20956|And all the birds with music and with harmony 20956|Have waved in the night--a crown to crown 20956|With love unending, 20956|And a joy all-giving. 20956|I had a dream, 20956|But it ended in a song; 20956|It came to me at break of day 20956|From the infinite heart to my part of rest; 20956|And the song and the dream 20956|Are over--and song and dream are not. 20956|Yet I had a dream, 20956|And that dream has come to me from the 20956|Universe as a flower floats by. 20956|But there's a joy, a hope, a hope, 20956|And a longing in this theo, spring of my 20956|Life from the night, 20956|Theo flings her arms around me 20956|Whose dream in the morning shall never start. 20956|Her arms around me, 20956|Her heart among the flowers, 20956|She has come back to allure me, 20956|But never shall I wake without her; 20956|And theo is the soul of my soul, 20956|She is my spirit to my soul,-- 20956|Theo through the stars. 20956|A little song, a little song, 20956|That makes the hearts of men move, 20956|That seems to be the song of some 20956|Hid in mine own lonely heart. 20956|A little song, a little song, 20956|That I sing as one that sitteth; 20956|That sings as one that sitteth and singeth, 20956|To others that sing little things. 20956|A song I made that is too small, 20956|Too sweet for the heart to remember; 20956|That all our hearts were hidden in it 20956|One time, and are still kept with it. 20956|A little song, a little song, 20956|Too soon forgot, too soon sung; 20956|A song, a little song, that ever 20956|Hath been too soon forgotten. 20956|A little song, that is too grand 20956|To ======================================== SAMPLE 3040 ======================================== 1008|With the rest the path we had resumed. "The way 1008|"Thou speak'st of there," the guide thus in our speech 1008|Addrest, "is not far repay'd by travel; nevertheless, 1008|It may be well to return here, where thou shalt find 1008|All needed refreshment, such as may suggest 1008|Thee to enter at this hill's foot." Forthwith he bade 1008|We on our way advance ten rods; and I pursued 1008|The favored glimpse that through his words I caught. 1008|"The ancient webs, that ever lead from good to ill, 1008|Have silently in my short life been wound together; 1008|And like to pearls, that stay at set of sun, 1008|Have been for some time strung. Of the true life 1008|Thus far my judgment well can discern, this truth 1008|Establishing, away I go." We, as he spoke, 1008|Ascending, follow in view, till gathered round 1008|We stood. "So may he do who wishes to shine," 1008|In answer to their leader cried, "so are we. 1008|And thou, Fabio, with thy ponderous load 1008|Of sins, depart." So was each one urge'd to flight. 1008|Thus having spoke, he drew the covenant off, 1008|And plac'd it on the cross, then hand to hand 1008|Enthron'd, arm not lifting, but the weapon idly. 1008|"DO thou, my brother, this," the sinner bids, 1008|"Thy refuge thou should'st be ready to seize 1008|At the right beck, if demand'd." Me such thirst 1008|Of vengeance that no water could wash clean 1008|In my head that I ne'er drew back, nor glass 1008|Had seen, nor coy creature, when I midway 1008|Of the false woman stood. He, thus pressing on, 1008|Astonied me; but I unwounded pursu'd, 1008|And thus the sev'nfold bands inscrib'd the voice 1008|More cumb'rous than their origin. "Fool that I am! 1008|Hope not to scare them thence: such aid is none 1008|To thee, who hast thyself such warrior? Turn, 1008|And see how nigh, without their help, thou canst be 1008|By mine aid brought." Soon as the dread thought 1008|Failed in me, he turning, cried out: "Stop, 1008|Or mortal sinning bumps thee on this rock!" 1008|I stung with shame, stung with anger, stung with all 1008|The rage that in my bosom dwells. "Sentinue 1008|And filial," I replied, "while yet thou liv'st, 1008|Our evil action here shall have its death, 1008|Its punishment, through thee enduring best." 1008|She said: "With thee in error I was once, 1008|And was as she is still." He answered her 1008|With looks that make the dreamer wakeful night, 1008|"If I mistake not, she is nightingale now, 1008|'Tween her and morning: oft as from her spring 1008|We quote her matins, she invites the night, 1008|And often the night bears off the day from ourselves. 1008|Without light she draws not aloof her lamps, 1008|Nor stays, that visible sign of distress, 1008|The which if she happens to inspect, then, 1008|By shake of their cloak, the moon doth guess the cause." 1008|Then snapping her fig, "See that she has not 1008|Bleeding nor crushed herself to death upon it; 1008|Then have thou also her mutilated: 1008|Take thou away those nails, 'twill be in truth 1008|Wrung from a finger; and these fingers spare 1008|For this act, that with them 'scape not otherwise." 1008|as it fell, so did the others; whence I saw, 1008|Both in myself and Meadows, what there she display'd. 1008|Then when I knew her safe and had escape from peril, 1008|Wearied and gasping ======================================== SAMPLE 3050 ======================================== 22229|From me! It seems to me the only fair, 22229|The fairest and the brightest child 22229|With which life's rainbow spreads its wings. 22229|It is a youth of heaven, and I, 22229|O, I grew warm, and so was she, 22229|And ever through the gloaming years 22229|We dream'd together in our bowers; 22229|For she was fairer than a star! 22229|O weary while my limbs are quivering, 22229|And while my eyes are wide and dim! 22229|Yet here am I secure from harm-- 22229|Here is a refuge from the strife. 22229|The dark and dreary land is passing, 22229|The waves are tossing o'er the shore, 22229|And the night wind is low and sighing, 22229|And there is no one haunting near. 22229|But see! she is not lost--she has flown 22229|Across this lonely wave afar. 22229|Be sure, O maiden, that she is safe! 22229|For, lo! she flies to greet thee here. 22229|But look! her wings have left her pinion, 22229|And o'er the wave she flutters now, 22229|And, hovering, sighing, hovering, 22229|She seeks the land of the immortal, 22229|To the land of the happy and the bright. 22229|To the land where, all with radiant ray, 22229|Gleams every mountain's summit bright, 22229|Where winds and rains never touch the sod 22229|And neither growl nor grumble grow, 22229|Where never leaf or insect sprawl, 22229|Nor night-hawk frighten by the gloom; 22229|Where never cloud with lurid hue 22229|Dims the clear azure of the skies, 22229|And clouds no mortal can destroy 22229|With snows, and snows, and storm, and freeze, 22229|And heave, and roll, and curl, and roll, 22229|And waver, and ascend, and fall, 22229|And float, and swell, and sink, and rise, 22229|In the wide aurora, clear and bright: 22229|Where not a living thing appear, 22229|Nor sound of melody is heard, 22229|But I see thee in thy glittering vest, 22229|And thy snow-white robe, ador'd around. 22229|Where love and friendship oft have dwell'd, 22229|And life's latest dawns have been most blest 22229|With union's fragrant showers and light: 22229|The bond of mutual love and bliss 22229|Is near thee here, and life is sweet. 22229|Thy form is purer than of old, 22229|And thy fair life is more serene, 22229|While with deep hearts and tranquil eyes 22229|Thy kindred spirits stand to greet. 22229|And when our names we may not name, 22229|Nor who the heart with thee was tilting, 22229|Then, in an unknown land afar, 22229|A friend, thy sister--love shall glow. 22229|Where I have wander'd in the wild 22229|By mountain, by glen, and lonely glen, 22229|In dreams like these I've pictured thee, 22229|With snow-white robe of dusky blue, 22229|And golden locks, that stream away 22229|Upon thy neck that cling and cling, 22229|And thy lovely eyes, the dearest 22229|In all the world, like gems of pearl. 22229|But o'er the mountain path I scan 22229|The dim, uncertain land of dreams, 22229|And the long dewy pastures sweet, 22229|That spread in joy, and smile, and sing. 22229|The meadows, the lowlands gay-- 22229|All the flowers are sweet at dawn-- 22229|The wild rose flushes white, and red 22229|The lily lifts her cheek of snow; 22229|The wild bird carols on its way 22229|To greet the sun, and to repeat 22229|Its love songs over the mountain height. 22229|But, ah! my spirit flies away 22229|To the haunts and the scenes of joy 22229|O'er the ======================================== SAMPLE 3060 ======================================== 1287|I was in my first passion. 1287|"Wear, then, a garland, 1287|Hanging 'mid the vine's 1287|Bitter berries. 1287|"Let all the flowers be 1287|Roses, roses, 1287|Lilies, lilies, 1287|Bees, bees, bees!" 1287|From the bottom of the 1287|Vase I took a jar 1287|Of the freshest vermillion, 1287|And I hung it on the 1287|Wall of the garden 1287|To the sun that shines the 1287|Blossom 1287|Of the daisies of the 1287|Vallée. 1287|From the wall of vine-roof 1287|I could fling the violets 1287|Fresh from the vine, 1287|Like soft-kissed sisters 1287|Of my first passion! 1287|When I turned my fancy 1287|To the Violets, 1287|All the odours from her 1287|Lacked sweetness; 1287|Bitter was the feeling 1287|To behold the blooms, 1287|In that garden so bewitching. 1287|Fairest violets ever 1287|Ever blossoming, 1287|Bitter buds from out the 1287|Blossom of my love. 1287|Blossom from my heart's blossom 1287|Bitter, bitter, 1287|Groped on me and tugged 1287|With a deadly pressure. 1287|Warmly I smiled, and clung 1287|To the blooms, and cried: 1287|"Violets in one day 1287|Blew me to death,-- 1287|Bitter, by God's grace!" 1287|Then again I turned it, 1287|Tempt no more to flee, 1287|But with fond embrace 1287|Clung unto the flowers, 1287|And the violet blushed 1287|Sweetly at my piteous cry. 1287|I had gone 1287|Up the mountain 1287|And the river, 1287|Towards heaven's gate 1287|And beneath 1287|The sky, 1287|And the violet's blue 1287|Stole on me, 1287|Blooming in the sun. 1287|I was not happy, 1287|Though the day was fair,-- 1287|And a violet 1287|Gleaming up above me 1287|With its blossoms all 1287|Spangled with dew, 1287|With its beauty 1287|And its blushes too, 1287|With the sun-dried flowers,-- 1287|And a dew-soft lily 1287|Rapt in the breath 1287|Of the evening breeze-- 1287|I must have been tired, 1287|For the violet 1287|Faintly fluttered 1287|At my cheek, 1287|Flushed with purer red; 1287|It was much toil to me. 1287|Thrice I looked for it; 1287|Thrice I kissed it; 1287|Watched it sunward 1287|Till it swelled with 1287|Violets and flowers. 1287|Yes, the violets blow, 1287|Lying, hidden, 1287|On the water, 1287|And the water-weeds 1287|Tangle them; 1287|Violets are 1287|Blow in the meadows, 1287|Hiding in 1287|Nests of tall grass,-- 1287|Violets are 1287|Lying on the meadows, 1287|Violets they, 1287|Stained in mire with 1287|Poison and mud. 1287|Then I looked for it, 1287|And I kissed it; 1287|And I touched the red 1287|Violets 1287|With the plait of my sword, 1287|And the crimson 1287|Red-buds so fair 1287|All around,-- 1287|Oh, I could not find, 1287|But I kissed it; 1287|Bitter kisses; 1287|Violets, too, ======================================== SAMPLE 3070 ======================================== 22229|They are not the same to me, 22229|Sinking to thy lap, 22229|As all they were that night, 22229|When my young heart, like a ship 22229|Sailing upon her way, 22229|To the unknown was a-driving 22229|To the land of the blest. 22229|They are not the same, my darling, 22229|They are not the same, 22229|To me at this hour 22229|To thee the same-- 22229|There is no form to me, 22229|There is no sound I hear, 22229|To thee that night, 22229|But that faint pulse, 22229|And my young heart's wild boding, 22229|That my young heart is blest, 22229|By the deep light 22229|And the dark night, 22229|When I sit at thy feet, 22229|And gaze in thine eyes, 22229|There is no form to me, 22229|There is no sound I hear, 22229|But the beat of thy heart, 22229|And the close of thine lips, 22229|Of the music, and the chime 22229|Of thy voice so sweet, 22229|And the soft moan of thine arm 22229|O'er me falling fast asleep; 22229|There is no form to me, 22229|There is no sound I hear, 22229|But the sound of a falling tear 22229|Drooping its last, 22229|And the sweet sigh of a sigh, 22229|As I lie fast asleep. 22229|Sleep the little sleep that still is mine; 22229|Sleep the little sleep that all too soon 22229|Shall wake me--and my sweetheart, too,-- 22229|To the thought my aching breast shall know 22229|Of the dear, kind, kind old man, Sir John. 22229|"You are old, sweetheart," he said; 22229|"And your bones their grey are showing; 22229|And your cheek is very pale, 22229|And your hair is hoary grey, 22229|And the shine is all gone, 22229|Now a beggar child did you-- 22229|Then a beggar child did I. 22229|I am glad, dear, that you are old, 22229|But ah! I was glad, you say, 22229|When you were a beggar child, 22229|And my love was young and gay, 22229|And my hope was all new-born. 22229|For a beggar child's a sad excuse, 22229|And I could never bear 22229|To say to a beggar child-- 22229|I was glad he was young, 22229|And the hope was all new-breathed, 22229|And their lives were very lone, 22229|And they had nought to do-- 22229|But we were both to go 22229|Out into the country, 22229|Where I should have my home; 22229|I was glad, dear, we went 22229|There to see--but I fear 22229|He will be very sad, 22229|And it would be just my way 22229|To put the little lass 22229|Out of his head; 22229|I have never been so glad 22229|Of all my life, of all my kin, 22229|The little beggar child 22229|Whose eyes of sunshine 22229|And eyes of blushes 22229|Shone like a star, 22229|Shone like the stars in the sky of April-- 22229|And I saw her smile. 22229|She had a golden ring; 22229|And her lips were red and red, 22229|And so bright a smile, 22229|When it fell on mine in a perfect lay 22229|And my life and my soul reeled under the touch. 22229|Then the sun died out, 22229|And the moon hung up a mournful sheen 22229|And my heart would have been 22229|Withered in shame 22229|If I had died in his arms. 22229|In spite of a lingering pain, 22229|Which lay in my breast like a curse, 22229|I took a little delight 22229|In the thought of the bright ======================================== SAMPLE 3080 ======================================== 1287|'Midst the green fields and pastures, 1287|And its own fair trees. 1287|In one hand his axe, in the other, 1287|The axe-tree swung; 1287|The axe on the tree's root fell, 1287|And with sound like thunder 1287|Fell down the tree of Væstony, 1287|Where it smote the ground, 1287|And with its green leaves bound in his arms, 1287|And in its roots the youth lay. 1287|With his father's axe, 1287|But with axe of his own, 1287|Väinämöinen 1287|Tore the green axe 1287|From the tree of Væstony 1287|In the vale below him, 1287|And with force and beauty 1287|Tore its root in two! 1287|Then with strength and beauty 1287|Through the green earth he wended 1287|To the vineyard's side, 1287|And a vineyard there was seen. 1287|And near the vineyard's side 1287|Väinämöinen 1287|Roved about in comfort. 1287|And he saw within it 1287|A maiden fair, 1287|And on the vineyard's edge, 1287|At the vineyard's mouth, 1287|Laughed the maiden, 1287|And the maiden, 1287|With her hand on the vineyard's vine. 1287|Thereupon he hastened 1287|From the vineyard's vine, 1287|From the vineyard's vine, 1287|To the maiden's bower 1287|With the maiden's hand. 1287|But his axe, with a crash, 1287|Down upon the vineyard fell, 1287|He was no more seen, 1287|Or the vineyard's mouth-- 1287|And his axe, 1287|Fell asunder 1287|From the vineyard's vine, 1287|Where he stood upon the ground! 1287|Väinämöinen now must journey 1287|To the village of Pohjola, 1287|And he left the axe and a bit, 1287|And his axe-chop, and a pair 1287|Of tongs, and a long tunic, 1287|With the knife and the scalpel, 1287|And the spear he left with the blade; 1287|And he left also his coat, 1287|And his coat of the coat of woof! 1287|Then from a neighbouring hedge a-moving 1287|In two steps three maidens forth he found, 1287|And they all, and each one a maiden, 1287|Were playing the harp together, 1287|And they played and sang in cadence 1287|As in sunshine of morning, 1287|And their silken tresses all flowed 1287|In a silver-lining fashion: 1287|For the maiden who played was Tino, 1287|And she played and sang in cadence, 1287|As in sunshine of morning. 1287|Väinämöinen, the magician, 1287|Then with care withdrew the tunic, 1287|And removed himself completely 1287|From the maids of beauty, 1287|And at once the maiden, the songstress, 1287|Laughing in spirit, to and fro 1287|Turned her hands about her shoulders 1287|Loosely over her shoulders, 1287|In a rainbow of silks fluttering. 1287|Then the maiden, the songstress, 1287|Turned her hands about her shoulders. 1287|At the sound of his footstool's creak, 1287|To her sisters she thus said: 1287|"O my sisters, my good women, 1287|Listen, and learn immediately! 1287|What a mess I've made! 1287|Mighty is my loss indeed, 1287|Never while the moon is bright. 1287|Now for some good women: 1287|Take a cup. 1287|Pour out wine in plenty, 1287|Let the maidens fill up too, 1287|This the first day of the week. 1287|Then the woman, the maiden, 1287|Poured forth wine in plenty, ======================================== SAMPLE 3090 ======================================== 18500|Myself, and my ain good wife, 18500|For my first love, Mary Ann, 18500|Is gane, wi' a', awa', awa'. 18500|Thy look it is sae kind and sae kind an' sae kind, 18500|To let me gae free o' my ain bairn; 18500|An' tho' I'm nae sae hale, I'll ne'er gang back again, 18500|But gang and gang--baith mad an' sic! 18500|And my luve wha has been wi' me sair to the bone, 18500|Nae doubt but, gin ye're sae gleg, ye'll gang wi' me; 18500|If nae's the word, wha'll gang wi' me, 18500|That'll gang wi' me. 18500|I see the bonnie banks o' Fife, 18500|An' a' the names I know, 18500|But never a' the faces I cam ever saw 18500|Shine like awa's the best. 18500|I see the mountains o' Scotland-- 18500|A', you cauld darlin', how they stare! 18500|An' a' the banks an' trees, an' a' the bonnie sky, 18500|But a' the fowbits on it sair. 18500|I see the hills o' Wales, 18500|A' creel'd wi' haws an' horns, 18500|I hear the gushing Argo's surge, 18500|As she steams frae the blast. 18500|I see the mountains o' Ireland, 18500|The hills o' moor an' fair, 18500|An' a' the names o' lang thy'd know, 18500|But never a' the faces I cam ever see 18500|Shine like a partridge's nest. 18500|I see the birk sae brimmy green, 18500|An' bonnie Blanche, her skirt an' knee 18500|In flower-garden plaies-- 18500|An' a' the daddies in their crews, 18500|Wad haud in gowden garters. 18500|I see the lee-lights o' France, 18500|The lee-lights o' ilka sea, 18500|Auld Kiar, wi' his rosy cheek, 18500|An' a' the lads that are auld. 18500|I see the hills o' Scotland, 18500|An' a' the names o' lang thy'd know, 18500|But never a' the faces I hae seen 18500|Wi' the leal I hae been. 18500|Come, turn your leaves and be brief; 18500|Let me my little knowledge have; 18500|Quick, draw your auld books a', sirs; 18500|We maun go ere the ashbecock f. 107a. 18500|_The Faire Folks_, etc. 18500|_The Faire Folks_, etc. 18500|The King o' a' the Hill, 18500|When winds and waters parted, 18500|The King o' a' the Hill, 18500|Alang the banks o' Fife, 18500|There grew a' trees in Fife, 18500|But the saplings o' Roses 18500|Are gane to the arms o' Tartessadow, 18500|For her fair form was lily white, 18500|For her look was beauty's ray, 18500|And she was sae sweet and tender, 18500|That a human heart could love. 18500|The lilies of the field, 18500|The daisies on the lea, 18500|And fairy daffodils, 18500|Are dying like the d ======================================== SAMPLE 3100 ======================================== 3295|Thine is the signet of the hand that sent thee, 3295|While still it was untombed! 3295|You, who may claim that blessing! 3295|I may claim that noblest life of his,-- 3295|My father's! 3295|A dream like this, though, must have some force? 3295|Thenceforth I know 3295|What all of our souls are,--what not of these! 3295|Ah, where the sound of it? 3295|There are two voices--one most clear, 3295|Most full of fervor,--that, in the blue, 3295|Sound not so sweet? 3295|One of the voices tells of thee, 3295|Who, in the dawning and the shade 3295|Of this calm year, am a child again, 3295|That I-- 3295|Myself! My soul of thee, who loved me then, 3295|I, who have lived, and loved, and loved again. 3295|It may be that it is indeed thy voice-- 3295|A vision of a child--that I have heard 3295|When thou and thou alone art so pure and true. 3295|Thou dost not understand me now, 3295|Though, in my soul, I know thou must-- 3295|I know I cannot be thy child, 3295|I cannot even love thee with that love 3295|Which still is in thy spirit for mine own. 3295|Ah, if we were with our fathers, 3295|If we were with our children, 3295|And with aught that is dear and dear 3295|Of all things dear to man, 3295|I think we would understand each 3295|As one that hath loved us, as we brothers should, 3295|And say, "No need of this aching heart 3295|This night to mourn!" 3295|But though we were with our fathers, 3295|Though we were with our children, 3295|I know that we must never do 3295|So much as dream of thee. 3295|Though we were with our fathers, 3295|I see the white, sad face of them,-- 3295|That face is not as all men's is; 3295|I feel the bitter years creep down, 3295|And I regret them not. 3295|I know that their feet must not go forth 3295|On our earth-so cool earth-floor, 3295|And their spirits would not be with us, 3295|And I hear their voices quail 3295|And tremble and expire! 3295|But though we were with our fathers, 3295|Though we were with our children, 3295|I know how all would speak to us, 3295|As we trod the warm earth-road, 3295|And how we would have such delight 3295|In the voices of her children, and in hers, 3295|That God would hear them all. 3295|I know, by God's forgiveness, 3295|We would not lose her, for she sings 3295|Against every world-wind, like a nightingale; 3295|We would not turn from her, as we leave this scene 3295|Of her sweet songs, in any day. 3295|This is the song of God to you; 3295|The stars are singing it to you, 3295|All the bright and dimmer eyes 3295|From out the darkness of the night, 3295|Are crying, "Thou art not there, 3295|Thou hast no hand to save." 3295|"Sonnet on page 6, line 1, from 'The Evening Journal' of 3295|WILLIAM HALPIN, in his printed manuscript:-- 3295|"The sun arose before midnight, I had slept at four in the 3295|night time." 3295|The Sun was a radiant, silver-crested star, 3295|So fixed and soft, he seemed a diamond's gem, 3295|With golden veins of shining light that poured 3295|Upon the night; 3295|His soft and silvery beams were mingled there, 3295|Till, mixed and blended in his own ambrosial ray, 3295|They seemed to kiss the stars. 3295|"The sun in his golden beams, still lingering here, 3295| ======================================== SAMPLE 3110 ======================================== 17393|No doubt. I see too that, with its infinite wisdom, 17393|And with its power to feel, the same, as all 17393|The rest were equal, this is to my mind the world. 17393|He is dead, whose life the world should have been 17393|Unfaulty, just beyond the reach of blame 17393|For its misdeeds, if any faults there be-- 17393|The common error in our world is still, 17393|That each man dares to be for the most part wrong-- 17393|And, at the thought of such, himself must be 17393|The accuser, and his actions the accused. 17393|But he must be for ever silent too, 17393|He must be ever faithful to his word-- 17393|But he is dead, and I--what then?--it may be 17393|He shall live, and I--what then? For, if he 17393|Be ever thus by word or otherwise used, 17393|The thing done is dead--thus the old saying goes, 17393|Or else, the doing 's dead too, if the end 17393|Be ever such--thus the old saying says: Faith 17393|Is not of us, but God--not of us, but life-- 17393|Where then is my life? and, if it be thus found, 17393|The grave then must be life's! All that I have done-- 17393|All that in life is left me--must I still 17393|Deceive the world? and, for the world's belief 17393|I will deny itself in order to deny 17393|The world's belief, with a self for the world's lie; 17393|So I'll strive to live, and live upon--and, yet, 17393|I'll not live, nor will endure the weight and pain 17393|Of self-accusing, myself must be the sinner, 17393|And I myself the hypocrite of all time. 17393|And yet if it be thus--but, if I live 17393|To that time when shall come unto me all 17393|The men who were before me, if I pass 17393|Beyond the threshold of all time the span 17393|Of that great circle, and beyond the sun 17393|In his own splendour, and the deep-toned stars 17393|Which are a heaven, then, perhaps, what then? what then? 17393|Some day will come when you'll see that I'm not 17393|He who lived, and am, and can live no more. 17393|'Tis well, for men whose love the world shall close 17393|With life, and thus lie down to rest once more, 17393|To make the self-accusation their last, 17393|And, being dead, to render up the life 17393|We led so happily, when youth and health 17393|Were all we had, and God appeared thus small, 17393|To tempt us to the life _we weren't ready_? 17393|Nay, rather let me do, and in my last 17393|Ascension, lay me down and I'll be one 17393|Of the proud few who, when they live to age, 17393|Look back on youth with no disdain, and then 17393|Sigh over the long and pleasant way, 17393|And say, as one who would have lived, they died. 17393|I go! I go! 17393|Oh, bitter, bitter grief! for you I leave 17393|With those I loved that I may not know. 17393|All will be changed, bequeathed, or new-cast, 17393|All faded, torn, or cast away altogether. 17393|You were the one--the only one!--my life, 17393|The pride of all the earth. Yet, see the change! 17393|One smile of your now--one kiss of your now-- 17393|It were a vain thing, that my years go by 17393|Unheeding all these years of pain and ill! 17393|And yet, when all my hopes were petrified, 17393|I had no other hope but that renew'd. 17393|And now I am cast forth, cast out of sight 17393|To live for ever in a world unknown! 17393|Oh, bitter, bitter grief! 17393|To go ======================================== SAMPLE 3120 ======================================== 1728|and with the light of the threefold fire he burned therein as the 1728|flaming fire burns in the great furnace that bears Zeus, who is 1728|the father of the gods. The flame of the god consumed her. 1728|Then they gave her her body to the bees, and she lived there 1728|whereof she was the perfect work. But the daughter of Alcinous 1728|lived in the house of Poseidon, lord of the storm, and 1728|was barefooted, for she knew naught of man's house, and had 1728|nothing to do, when she had given birth to her child, and she 1728|went forth to the sea. But when Alcinous had grown old, his 1728|hearts were troubled, and he mourned for her, and sat upon the 1728|brazen-road to the island, the mother of the gods. But when 1728|he had mourned and petitioned with his heart, and prayed the 1728|goddess to destroy the wooers in Hades, for his son was to be 1728|his son's widow? So the daughter of Alcinous told him all her 1728|dreams. But Zeus would not listen to his prayer. 1728|Now Poseidon with bitter sorrow was on the wide sea, and 1728|gathered a great heap of sea-sand, and laid in it there a 1728|large stone. He bound a wreath of it about his son's tomb. 1728|And therewithal he wrought two great wedges of a great one 1728|and two small wedges, and bound them fast upon the wedges, 1728|so that the body of his dear son must not be taken by the 1728|sea shore. And he hung them over the body of his son's 1728|husband, and bound upon the back of each a great wreath of 1728|wine, even for the sake of Athene, the daughter of Zeus, 1728|for the sorrow that he had on his son. So he wrought with 1728|spells and enchantments. 1728|Therewith Zeus spake to Odysseus, son of Laertes, and said: 1728|'Son of Laertes, slayer of Argos, thou hast done as I 1728|spent my wits and my life ere I have a mind to tell thee 1728|all this. But come, make ready, and go to thy house, nor be 1728|besought by any of the strangers, but tell them thy dreams 1728|and thy sad tales of my son, how he hath gone to the ships of 1728|Menelaus, and of Agamemnon, his mighty chieftain; and he 1728|came with a great company, and many a ship and many a crew, 1728|and was come to the river of Placos, and was sitting in great 1728|power upon the shore at the foot of the hill that is called 1728|Gules. There he slayneth many an ill foot-soldier, and a 1728|ruddy flag therewith was flying, and his galleys were full; 1728|and yet did he not come as some men would have a man come 1728|to the death of him, that he might be slain at the point of the 1728|fang. But as for the rest, they thought that he was 1728|there by the fair grove of his father Tiryns, who is well 1728|assured of them that come for tidings; for all his 1728|girdle and armour was not yet gone from off his shoulders. 1728|Nay, for as long as his strength shall not hold him he shall 1728|be a guest of the wooers.' 1728|Then Odysseus of many counsels answered saying: 'Alas, my 1728|friend, and may no proud word of thine stand before the 1728|honoured doors of Odysseus, for methinks he is no whit 1728|better off than we are. For I will set in array, if I may; 1728|but if he come to his own country, what shall we do? Verily 1728|he may come to the land of the Achaeans, for we two, 1728|myself and Telemachus, may go with him.' 1728|Therewith he sat him down at the foot of the hill, and 17 ======================================== SAMPLE 3130 ======================================== 1304|The moon has a new look, 1304|Her face is like the silver dawn; 1304|Her eyes have a mysterious light, 1304|That waves and swirls in the moonlight bright 1304|Of that day's first maidenhood. 1304|From the dawn till the noon 1304|She never shall go by; 1304|For the people of the town 1304|Will have their own way. 1304|At the noon of the day 1304|She shall come in a dusky dress 1304|To attend to holy things, 1304|And pray with the priests, and sing 1304|The oaten reed in the orchard-close. 1304|She shall have the priest's crown, 1304|And every thing shall be holy 1304|Till she shall stand alone, 1304|A virgin for herself: 1304|And so she shall go by, 1304|As slow, as slow the sun goes down the day, 1304|As she stands by with her crown of light. 1304|I HEARD a little Bird sing, 1304|Singing, singing, 1304|All in the blushing spring-time, 1304|When each flower was new, 1304|Each lilac stalk, 1304|Each tiny tree 1304|Was new-fashioned, 1304|Shaping, arranging, 1304|In the charmed air, 1304|Tumultuous and voluble, 1304|Singing, singing, 1304|All in the blushing spring-time. 1304|I HEARD a little Worm say, 1304|Once, in a wiser fashion, 1304|Sing, singing, 1304|In the dark places, 1304|In the places 1304|Where the shadows fleet. 1304|How the timid shadows fled! 1304|I saw in dream one look, 1304|Little lily-face, 1304|Little lily-face, 1304|Little lily-face, 1304|Little lily-face, 1304|Little lily-face; 1304|I drew a lily for her hand, 1304|Came a lily-flower, 1304|But the little face turned away, 1304|And the flower would not look in my face. 1304|In the dawn we met, as friends, 1304|By the river-bank; 1304|A wild-rose in her hair, 1304|And her eyes were wild, 1304|Little lily-face 1304|Little lily-face, 1304|Little lily-face, 1304|Little lily-face, 1304|Little lily-face. 1304|It was all for you, I said; 1304|And the wild-rose heard, 1304|That the lily-face heard, and left us, 1304|And turned her eyes away. 1304|Wasn't that a shame, the flower-face? 1304|She was very wise, 1304|And loved a foolish thought, 1304|That a flower would turn away 1304|A man who held it dear. 1304|So the lily we planted 1304|Was as fair a face, 1304|And the dark-eyed lover 1304|Grew to be her knight. 1304|He would rock to the lady, 1304|And she rocked to the lily, 1304|And they lived like fair Christians 1304|Till their day of doom. 1304|But I never could have thought 1304|Such folly would befall; 1304|I never knew a foolish lover, 1304|That would look to the lily of May. 1304|And in the morning 1304|I woke with tears in my eyes, 1304|And my bosom swelled with the thought 1304|That I never again might see 1304|The face of the pretty lily-face. 1304|A little while there was in my sleeping, 1304|When I was afraid to speak, 1304|For fear was half my reason, 1304|And I could not be silent; 1304|But now I'm bold and free 1304|And laugh and sing, 1304|As I came through the wood; 1304|And when I come home at night, 1304|I wake before ======================================== SAMPLE 3140 ======================================== 18238|That will not stay, 18238|And let the storm go off, 18238|And light up the skies 18238|With silver and with green. 18238|With an old-world beauty 18238|We bring all our songs and dances, 18238|And old-time joy in every dance; 18238|While we talk of time gone by, 18238|Time gone but little by; 18238|Old comrades come with me 18238|When I lie at ease by the fire. 18238|O the old-world beauty! 18238|O this beauty we bring 18238|By the grace of all great spirits, 18238|And by the grace of the gods. 18238|We are old friends here! 18238|The spirit of Song, the spirit of Dance, 18238|The Spirit of Earth and of Air, 18238|The Spirit of Flight, and the Spirit of Fire, 18238|We bring, we bring all of these, 18238|Bring all of these to you, 18238|All of these we bring to you 18238|All light and laughter and songs, 18238|All joy that is and songsters' glee; 18238|Of the wind's wild laughter 18238|And the voice's great melody, 18238|Of the song-faun's callings, 18238|Of the winged feet swinging, 18238|And the merry mouth-breath; 18238|Of the golden firelight 18238|That is everywhere; 18238|And of the child and babe's voice, 18238|And the love that is ever there; 18238|Of the firefly's call and its cry, 18238|Of the long black shadow, 18238|Of the long white flower's scent, 18238|Of the bird's moan and its parting, 18238|All, all we bring to you, 18238|All of these we bring to you, 18238|As the air is full of song and of light, 18238|All that is born is born! 18238|All our songs are but a hint, 18238|Each bird and bear must learn its lore, 18238|Each child its part in Death's rhyme; 18238|All that is born is born! 18238|To the music's song of the Spring time 18238|We turn, that the heart's heart may be 18238|Enraptured as by some fairy spell 18238|That turns the old familiar into youth; 18238|And the soul's soul is with us, 18238|The soul's soul is with us, 18238|All the leaves that grow in the forest 18238|Be the singing soul of it! 18238|And all the song of the Autumn season, 18238|The joy it brings and the gladness of earth, 18238|And all the joy of the Summer that glows, 18238|The song of the soul that's with us, 18238|The singing soul of it! 18238|We bring them to you, 18238|In many riddles 18238|Afar to be found, 18238|In many lands of mist and of dark, 18238|In many fields of dower, 18238|All day, all night, 18238|With voices and with voices and with voices, 18238|In many places, 18238|And all over the sky. 18238|We bring them to you-- 18238|The voices and the voices and the voices. 18238|If we could comprehend 18238|The whole mass of them 18238|We'd know our own soul. 18238|We bring them to you-- 18238|The songs and the songs, and the songs, 18238|The songs and the songs; 18238|The songs that of old 18238|Were sung by the young; 18238|The songs that of old 18238|In the sun and in the air, 18238|The songs that the soul hears 18238|As it rests 18238|On the lips that have kissed them and the soul hears; 18238|We bring them to you-- 18238|The songs that of old 18238|Were breathed by the dead; 18238|The songs of the soul's desires, 18238|And the songs that of old 18238|Bore promise and answer and answer; 18238|The soul's song, the songs' song. 18238|We bring them ======================================== SAMPLE 3150 ======================================== 7409|When I see thee stand, so clear and grave, 7409|While o'er thy head the sunbeams play, 7409|And ev'ry cloud is cover'd o'er 7409|With bright streamers of the morning, 7409|My heart, that was all other things, 7409|Is pleased to share in thy mirth. 7409|I would not choose my portion now 7409|Of half the joys Paradise can give 7409|Of an eternal life and chaste, 7409|For thou would'st live to make more room 7409|And give my weary spirits room. 7409|O then, thy beauty and thy charms 7409|Are equal to the task of man, 7409|And my weak hopes and fears are all 7409|Pressed into thy justly thine. 7409|Thy face, in heav'n, is fair and sweet, 7409|Yet all too heav'nly for my mind, 7409|And yet with all its bliss is vile 7409|And ill-content when thou'rt by. 7409|Thy heart so free from graces sour 7409|From happy glances never fails; 7409|Yet to its sweetest inward part, 7409|How little art thou, Love! in that! 7409|A little book-loiter now and then, 7409|Or in some shady nook to read and weep, 7409|Would be that book; which book the world might read 7409|If sentinelless, and the same sweet frown 7409|Unpun'ful, gloomy, and stern, forbode 7409|The reader's days; so he should fear to grow 7409|Too fair, too kind, too delicate-sweet, 7409|That none but angels might enjoy his thoughts. 7409|Ah! the world's false, sordid, petty pride 7409|Speaks louder still its falsehoods on mine eyes, 7409|And makes the truthless, false, sweet, and lovely, 7409|Conform to the false, the false to conform. 7409|But lo! the joys that are most fair to-day 7409|Have loosed their bonds, and the world's proud crown 7409|Wears down the soul with worldly honors sweet; 7409|Then may'st thou be proud to call such to blush, 7409|And know thou hast a soul for crowning thee. 7409|In this rude, unadorn'd, ignorant age, 7409|Where beauty and high feeling are unknown, 7409|When the sweet sense of art in darkness dwells, 7409|And high sense of worth and purity unknown, 7409|Let a poor wretch, yet poor beneath the sun, 7409|Be proud of all the blessings Nature yields, 7409|And not be afraid of those, more dear than all. 7409|Let a poor wretch, yet poor beneath the sun, be proud 7409|Of the blest, bright year, of which the rich are poor. 7409|Not with a rich and mighty mind content, 7409|Nor in a happy state, 7409|But in some lonely, desolate wild, 7409|Where no kind friends are found, 7409|And no kind rites are offered, and no fire 7409|Can light your narrow cell; 7409|That is the poor wretch's only refuge, he 7409|Cannot command, he cannot rise above 7409|In this our wintry exile, but on chains 7409|A prey to many sins, 7409|His only hope the black sin of his own, 7409|Or failing, doomed to lose, 7409|The end of his miserable life to come, 7409|His only bliss his wretched lot to take 7409|In the dark net of human-kind enthrall'd; 7409|And to possess or own, no less than poor 7409|Is his sole hope, 7409|When Heaven's rich year has even'd the wretched man. 7409|To this thy poor, this wretched, wretched man, 7409|This wretched, blackest inmate of the soul, 7409|This creature born to curse its maker, sin, 7409|And be besought to grant it, all in vain! 7409|The Gods in Heaven cannot spare thee or bless 7409|In thee thy solitary lot and state; 7409|But all in bitterness and wrath appear 7409 ======================================== SAMPLE 3160 ======================================== 26388|When you're happy in the world. 26388|I'm in the mood for having my finger in, 26388|And my heart in full swing; 26388|For I hope that what comes after the bell 26388|I shall have enough to drink. 26388|I'm in the mood for eating, drinking, smoking, 26388|And loving what we are; 26388|For I know that I need not toil, 26388|To have enough to eat and drink. 26388|This is the time when birds are on the wing, 26388|And we look across the garden-wall. 26388|We sit by the fire, and make out, know not why, 26388|Of things in the Universe below; 26388|Until that spark of thought in me arise, 26388|And say, though words are far away, 26388|Be out and joyous in my fate; 26388|And I hope to be in thy fate when old, 26388|Thy fate while the sun shines on thee. 26388|My wife, the little wife, comes in before, 26388|And sits at her wit's end end; 26388|When she has eaten and drunk and swam, 26388|She is as sound as a feather. 26388|If I have been good I've kept her awake, 26388|Have let her keep her door; 26388|Or I have been bad, in that she slept, 26388|And has never beheld the day. 26388|I sit in my chair, and I say the word, 26388|And she lies fast asleep; 26388|I tell her that sometimes I've little time, 26388|The mere thought of which vexes me. 26388|We walk, I go, and I tell her it's gone, 26388|She no more can hear--no more can know; 26388|And so long, little wife, I say. 26388|Now this is the time that I do declare 26388|That my hand in it is laid; 26388|And so long, little wife, I know it's true, 26388|And to make it good I'll try. 26388|I'll make him merry, and I'll make him glad, 26388|And I'll make him love, and so 26388|I'll make him hear the song, and I'll make him hear, 26388|That's the way of the wise and the witty. 26388|If he should die and I should leave the little lad, 26388|And should hear him say, "Thou shalt have nae mair," 26388|And his eyes grow dim, and his mouth grow red, 26388|I'm sure he'd grieve till he came to die. 26388|If I should die, and I should leave the little lad 26388|And should hear him say, "Ah," and look at me, 26388|And he'd whistle and whistle and whistle and shout, 26388|I'd love him till I was dead. 26388|"Awa, awa, awa, Willie, don't cry; 26388|And I'll kiss my babe, and I'll never let 'ee go." 26388|Awa, awa, awa, Willie, don't cry; 26388|And I'll kiss my lil wee babe, and I 'll never let 'ee go. 26388|"Awa, awa, awa, Willie, don't go; 26388|Away, away, awa, I canna say no; 26388|I winna leave you, 'cause as I canna leave you, I'll never let you go!" 26388|Awa, awa, awa, Willie, don't go; 26388|Away, away, awa, I canna say no, 26388|And I winna leave you, 'cause as I canna leave you, I'll never let you go. 26388|"Owa na, awa, awa, Willie, don't weep, 26388|And I winna leave you, 'cause you cannot stand daisies but you shall keep 26388|them if you could, Owa na, awa, awa, Willie, don't go." 26388|Owa na, awa, awa, Willie, don't go; 26388|And I winna leave you, but as I canna leave you, I'll never let you go." 26388|Owa na, awa, awa, Willie, don't go; ======================================== SAMPLE 3170 ======================================== 18238|That we must never leave you. 18238|"I love you--and you love me--and can't tell why." 18238|I heard the night wind sigh and say, 18238|It was the same in every clod: 18238|The soul of man was cold and dead 18238|That whispered, "I love thee!" 18238|We found this very truth 18238|In all the endless stars 18238|And moon, and sun, and sea. 18238|If all your life's a dream, 18238|And never comes the day, 18238|Love only comes 18238|Thing in the night, 18238|With some old heart, 18238|Aye, one that lies down. 18238|If all your hope is despair, 18238|And dreams are all false dreams, 18238|Love only comes 18238|Thing in the night, 18238|With some old heart, 18238|Aye, one that lies down. 18238|If all your love is false love, 18238|And nothing real seems, 18238|Love only comes 18238|Thing in the night, 18238|With some old heart, 18238|Aye, one that lies down. 18238|If all your life are vain dreams 18238|That fade and pass away, 18238|Love only comes 18238|Thing in the night, 18238|I hear the night wind sigh, 18238|I know a God-sent word. 18238|If thou hadst one moment's delight 18238|When thou didst the whole day keep, 18238|This little soul, 18238|Aye, one that lies down. 18238|If thou didst part, at thy return 18238|Thou wert a little ghost, 18238|A soul that lies out of reach, 18238|Aye, a soul that lies down. 18238|If thou hadst touched his lips as they 18238|The heart is to his soul, 18238|This ghost had come for ever here 18238|And we had cried all day. 18238|And wouldst thou live when he was dead 18238|And all our tears were vain? 18238|This ghost must wait till we come in 18238|That lay out of breath and bare,-- 18238|This lonely heart-in-hearth, 18238|Aye, one that lies down. 18238|Love's Day 18238|'_Love's not the only art that never is tired._' 18362|All the birds that sing 18362|Boon and bonnie bairn, 18362|Sarpedine has been long in the west 18362|The lark has been here . . . 18362|Sarpedine's aye a lark, and he's a bonnie bird, 18362|Sarpedine's been here . . . 18362|Bonnie wee thing's got a lovely crest, 18362|Sarpedine's been here, 18362|He's been a bonnie bird in the wild west 18362|All his life as I've seen him grow . . . 18362|Sarpedine's a bonnie bird, and he's a sweet wee thing, 18362|Sarpedine's been here . . . 18362|Sarpedine's been long in the west 18362|He's been a bonnie bird 18362|All his life as I've seen him grow . . . 18362|But, if a man's not got a lark, and a bonnie crest, 18362|Sarpedine's a wee thing; 18362|Bonnie wee thing is bonnie, and sarpedine's been here 18362|All his life as I've read, 18362|And yet, if a man's not got a crest and a lark, and a bonnie crest, 18362|Sarpedine's a chap, and he's a bonnie bird, 18362|Sarpedine's been here. 18362|Sarpedine's been long in the west, 18362|Sarpedine's been long, 18362|Sarpedine's been long in the west 18362|So a' the day is nicht, 18362|Sarpedine's been long in the west, 18362|Sarpedine's been long, 18362|That the w ======================================== SAMPLE 3180 ======================================== 7394|The great sun, the great sky, the great sun; 7394|With every star on every hill; 7394|The stars they call one voice, and call; 7394|The hills are mad with one, and one; 7394|The fields are mad with one, and one;-- 7394|And there, in that rich land's embrace, 7394|Where all is life and all is love, 7394|The sun shall set on earth when night 7394|Has reached its midnight hour. 7394|The sea shall melt. The winds sing thee! 7394|The sea shall set thee in foam! 7394|The sky shall sink, and hills grow old 7394|When all thy days are done. 7394|And then to die ere the day expire, 7394|That's the golden way of death; 7394|With thy long light upon the sea 7394|And the stars in the clear sky, 7394|And me when night is over all 7394|With the sun all day long. 7394|What tho' the sun has not attained 7394|Him last celestial zone, 7394|Though the waves with restless laughter break 7394|And the world be still at rest; 7394|Yet the starry heavens look down 7394|From thy dim world of hope and love 7394|On the happy child of light, 7394|And all man in his sorrow sleeps, 7394|When the sun will set ere night be done, 7394|With his bright sun set at night. 7394|A little boy, I heard him say, 7394|When the evening cometh, "Brother, pray 7394|Not thy feet to that path go near, 7394|But thy long black hair that falls to-day 7394|To cover us all!" So I prayed. 7394|And he answered him, with a smile, 7394|"Not my feet to-day, but thou, mayst stay. 7394|That man that walks too lightly doth tread, 7394|And I'm weary of my weary feet." 7394|When the morning dawned, and we spied 7394|A great darkness over all, 7394|Then our lad exclaimed, in a fret, "Yea, 7394|My hair is gray! Is that God? Are they 7394|The angels that appear, and go 7394|With a bright and golden sound, 7394|And light them round our wandering feet, 7394|Whilst we still, oh heart! still lie 7394|Under the darkness of the grave 7394|All dark, all hid from sight and touch! 7394|Or art thou some maiden, or a dream 7394|That doth the light of heaven illume? 7394|Thou shalt see thy lover. For his feet 7394|Shall walk not o'er the leaves of the sun. 7394|A child of time; a friend of the great, 7394|A friend of life! Yet what hast thou done?" 7394|At last, in those great hallowed hours, 7394|Did the long silence make a right 7394|Confortible and sweet, 7394|Lest the sweet, solemn things were whispered. 7394|The heart of the man was his own throne, 7394|His own self, all the world for him; 7394|He looked up, heard, beholding--saw, 7394|And his eyes were closed in a dark, 7394|Deeper than any trance, 7394|Deeper than sleep, which we all sleep through 7394|When we dream of God and God's way. 7394|The man of his country was not more 7394|Than a soldier in the battle line, 7394|Crying, till all the hills and dales 7394|Resounded, "Him she loves." 7394|Was ever such a soldier made, 7394|With such a manly trust and love, save 7394|This, who, by the tree-side alone, 7394|Pores on the man of his country? 7394|To the man of his own native land-- 7394|Was it not so to him that died, 7394|From the battle's onset forth, 7394|"Take this for rest from a world's alarms, 7394|The thought of my dear, my brave man, 7394|The ======================================== SAMPLE 3190 ======================================== 615|When all her heart was stilled, and she herself 615|Henceforth was a thing solitary. 615|She now will never see the same sight 615|Upon the same, nor other sojourn; 615|And, all alone, will oftentimes return 615|To that isle or desert, where she went, 615|That was by her (in that she loved it well) 615|Until she find the way again. 615|"She, in her heart, would make the sea return, 615|And make her go that way, but that she deems 615|It not so easy; and on this account 615|She walks not there; because she doth presume 615|To change her course, and leave that beauteous isle; 615|And because she deems a voyage ill performed 615|No less than foolishness would be deceived, 615|And it appear more pleasant, from no farther shore. 615|"She thus the island seeks with no report 615|Of what remains upon the other side, 615|Until that I, who once were at anchor there, 615|Shall learn if any yet return that way: 615|But what I know, I will relate to thee: 615|Hermes had come with such an account urged, 615|That, if I in my wisdom had foregone 615|My visit, of that king no further said, 615|And, for an escort, took so little care 615|To pay the price he demanded for one, 615|The more because the enchanted place remained 615|Unchanged, and his departed patron said. 615|"To me, at least, and if it seem good to thee, 615|I will not change the tale I am inclined; 615|But will the messenger my answer make; 615|And thou shalt hear what I shall advise to thee." 615|Arrived in Herve, in a small enclosure 615|Of this and that of that magician kept; 615|Of whom the name of Hermes I have heard, 615|I see the name of that, by no means new. 615|The lady and the young magician had 615|Tended with the night beneath a stone, 615|Wherein a damsel had a crystal glass, 615|Called it a little glass, a crystal gem, 615|That on the day when she was born was made; 615|That, if the glass should break, or any fly, 615|Or other evil thing befall them there, 615|This crystal glass would suffice them for to view, 615|Which might the evil spirits leave behind. 615|And as she would her lover would display, 615|The glass in which the woman's glass had broken, 615|The little glass had broken; which to restore, 615|Was put her in another glassed, and made 615|Another crystal; the day she so would see 615|The glass in which this crystal had been shattered. 615|To see the broken glass, whom it had sold, 615|Was to her wish, but not to watch her hand; 615|And then she sought to be the watchman there. 615|"Good store," the prudent lady thus begun, 615|Who, having broken that glass of hers, had caused 615|The accident, "in the glass's world, where she 615|I think may be, to see in the green glade." 615|Here, for the knight had promised, he espied 615|A fair, bright form, and of the earth descended. 615|And she of whom I speak would be as light 615|As that fair form from day to day had been, 615|If by the earth herself the demon made 615|That beauteous form: but if the demon might, 615|And so destroy it on earth, as well, 615|She from thence would not be seen by the six. 615|That was the fear, that little matter could 615|Befit the fear, and such a phantom show, 615|That the brave cavalier's lady's lover, 615|Pierced in the heart and carried away. 615|With him was he, as well might be believed, 615|Seized by the evil spirit in his heart, 615|That had so long pursued the cavalier, 615|From him was born an ill he would not shun, 615|That, though he had his cavalier's dear light, 615|He would the other's life have for his own. 615|This evil spirit made to death and birth 615|Sickness, and ======================================== SAMPLE 3200 ======================================== 29345|All but the sky, 29345|And as he talked the sun he seemed to see 29345|Blazing through the dark 29345|And then he paused and laughed to hear her name. 29345|"I'm a good deal more afraid of the moon 29345|Than of the sky," he said 29345|And laughed again, but his face was sad and sad 29345|As he turned with his long shadow in his hand 29345|At the end of the trail. 29345|The moon was very old 29345|The stars were so great. 29345|The trail passed, and at last 29345|He caught a glimpse of the sky 29345|That made the sky above him dim. 29345|"It's a good deal the same 29345|"It never can be," he said, 29345|As he climbed the hollow and talked. 29345|"And when I'm asleep I think 29345|"Most anyhow 29345|That when the day is through 29345|"Night is the good and the good and the good 29345|"And the great and the small." 29345|Then he was weary but kept 29345|The trail. 29345|And when day-break came, 29345|He looked back at it 29345|And said, "This may be the right 29345|"Place for a man to grow old." 29345|At that the moon 29345|Laughed loud and blew out her light 29345|And the stars were glad. 29345|Then he went up into the sky 29345|And he cried out his joy, 29345|"All this I used to know 29345|"Before I'm twenty-one." 29345|He talked of the old old days 29345|Of the world that used to be, 29345|The beautiful old world of words, 29345|Lit by a burning sun 29345|And stars so big and red. 29345|And as he talked the stars were kind, 29345|And said, "You'll grow old to know 29345|"The old old world is good." 29345|He sighed and he said, 29345|"When I grow old I'll say 29345|"Some words of its renown 29345|"And the new, good old world." 29345|He laughed but his face was sad, 29345|Said, "I was here to-day 29345|"In the days that I was young 29345|"And I will not grow old." 29345|Then he went to the hill-side that was 29345|Where the trail to the trail was made. 29345|He said, "This is where I must stay-- 29345|"There I shall hear again 29345|"And laugh at the old world, 29345|The old old world of words. 29345|"For when the voice I heard 29345|"Was so near that I could feel 29345|"The song that I was trying to sing, 29345|It sounded so far out there 29345|In a forest at my back 29345|And I must wait and wait." 29345|But he went up the hill-side to the light 29345|That was in the tree-tree's glimmer, 29345|And he looked down. 29345|The earth seemed so much away, 29345|And the wind so angry. 29345|The trail was long so far out there 29345|And he had come to death, 29345|But he must not be too late, for he reached 29345|The place where the tree-flowers grew. 29345|Down the pathway, like the light 29345|Of the moon through the trees, 29345|He saw a woman and she said, 29345|"I wish that you were here." 29345|The moon was not above her head, 29345|But all the trees near by 29345|Welded to it, and all the air 29345|Was silent and still and high 29345|Till she said quietly, "Weep no more, 29345|Sealed with a kiss. 29345|If there be other women here 29345|Who are as fair as you, 29345|Weep no more, O dear! I wish that you were here!" 29345|"Nay, pray you not, 29345|The trees are so dark, 29 ======================================== SAMPLE 3210 ======================================== 1165|Wilt thou forgive and forget? 1165|Wilt thou have no fear of me, 1165|Till thou know my face for ever? 1165|No more may Love forget: 1165|Wilt thou forgive me? Yes, 1165|Till I forget -- and then 1165|I'll love thee for the rest. 1165|If the leaves in May be green, 1165|And the birds sing for their evening meal; 1165|If I sing with her, and she for me, 1165|We'll walk in May each Springtide morning 1165|Through the gardens of the wood; 1165|We'll toss a merry song. 1165|If the trees in May be red, 1165|And the waters of the river are red; 1165|If we sing for our love at eventide, 1165|Sing in the shade by the sea; 1165|We'll talk of old days dead and true, 1165|And laugh at times his red beard. 1165|If the trees in May be white, 1165|And the skies above are blue; 1165|If we'd rather live on a summer's day 1165|Than a summer's year should go; 1165|If to care about old things is a sin, 1165|And sorrow is a mortal thing; 1165|We'll dance in May through a blizzard's gloom, 1165|Till the wood sings 'neath the sun, 1165|And the grasses tell that the May is long -- 1165|And we will remember. 1165|If there's honey in a flower, 1165|There's life in the sweet blue sun, 1165|And I would I were with her that's gone, 1165|The young love of my youth, 1165|The song that I sing to-night 1165|With a heart that she knows by heart! 1165|Sing me a lay or a ditty, 1165|Let it speak for me alone; 1165|Or sing to me a sad refrain, 1165|To keep me to my self; 1165|If I were with her that's gone, 1165|The young love of my youth, 1165|Say softly, is there any thing 1165|Hath kept your heart so long away 1165|From being wroth with you to be, 1165|Or any thing to love her? 1165|For the wind is in your hair, and the roses all in your face, 1165|And the stars are shining on you as though they would speak to her, 1165|But they are a-weeping for you, and you are a-wondering of me. 1165|Sick, sick I am, for the days and the laughter are all on the 1165|Far off and dim are the days I shall meet my bride, 1165|Weary are the eyes and the hair I shall hold; 1165|But for you, sad heart, who came all so hot and gay 1165|With the love that came in your mouth to the lips I could no