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THE UNIVERSITY
OF CALIFORNIA
LOS ANGELES
GIFT OF
Richard Petrie
Bversle^ lEMtion
THE WORKS
OF
VOLUMES
VOLUME
IV
BOSTON CHICAGO
SAN FRANCISCO
MACMILLAN &
LONDON
CO., Limited
BOMBAY CALCUTTA
MELBOURNE
THE MACMILLAN
CO. OF
TORONTO
CANADA,
Ltd.
THE WORKS OF
ALFRED
LORD TENNYSON
VOLUME
IV
ANNOTATED BY
Copyright, 1893,
MACMILLAN AND
By
CO.
By
Set
1894.
New
edition
in
six
1893.
volunaes, September,
Reprinted February,
1896.
New
edition,
NerfaootJ \Brts9
J, S,
Cushinp Cu.
New
edition,
CONTENTS OF VOL.
IV
FAGB
83
The
85
First Quarrel
Rizpah
96
Emmie
....
....
.
Profundis
163
209
.......
223
227
the Rev.
W. H.
Victor
Brookfield
228
229
230
Hugo
Translations, etc.
231
:
Brunanburh
Achilles over the Trench
To Princess Frederica on her Marriage
Battle of
Sir
148
185
Montenegro
To
132
196
To
I2i
.172
.174
Columbus
The Voyage of Maeldune
De
107
235
....
John Franklin
244
246
247
To Dante
248
V
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CONTENTS
vi
TiRESIAS
To
PAGE
E. Fitzgerald
251
Tiresias
The Wreck
254
263
Despair
276
287
320
331
299
310
The Charge
of the
357
Heavy Brigade
at Balaclava
Epilogue
359
363
To Virgil
The Dead Prophet
367
370
Early Spring
Prefatory
" Frater
Poem
376
to
my
Brother's Sonnets
"
Helen's Tower
379
381
....
......
382
383
384
Epitaph on Caxton
385
386
Freedom
To H.R.H. Princess Beatrice
The Fleet
Opening of the Indian and Colonial Exhibition by the
Queen
389
398
....
387
392
393
395
401
405
409
410
Owd Roa
417
CONTENTS
vii
PAGE
Vastness
429
The Ring
434
458
463
Forlorn
Happy
To Ulysses
To Mary Boyle
The Progress of Spring
473
477
482
488
Romney's Remorse
494
Parnassus
501
By an
503
Far
Evolutionist
Far Away
505
Politics
506
Beautiful City
507
508
To W.
C.
Macready
508
.
....
509
509
510
511
512
513
514
515
THE
LOVER'S TALE.
composed
Tale
'
states that
it
was
poem,
withdrew
it
from the
One
press.
of
my
friends
our
common
parts,
without
ments which
my knowledge,
had
in contemplation,
had deemed
doned
if I suffer
is
the whole
poem
at last to
May
1879.
'
how-
among
'
the
?
may
come
sequel
not be par-
work of my
ARGUMENT.
Julian, whose cousin and
wedded
to his friend
own
II.
and
foster-sister, Camilla,
has been
rival,
and
III.) of
He
and
at last ringing
it
completes the
tale.
I.
Here
gloom
hills,
the vacancies
Hung
in mid-heaven,
White
Oh
cliff,
to sky.
Where
sails,
Sank powerless,
And
Thou
The
hills that
In thine
own
To make
it
Keep thou
Even now
The
the
name
of 'Lover's Bay.'
Goddess
heart,
Sweeps suddenly
is silent,
all its
half-moulder'd chords
That
string
and sometimes
To some
air
See, sirs.
first.
I feel
thy breath;
Thy breath
Have
is
of the
pinewood; and
tho' years
Will draw
The
me
little
And East
sail
of Life.
morning
star.
THE LOVER'S
TALE.
my hand
To
pass
On
those dear
The
As
hills, that
The memory's
muse
brows, and
my
touch,
grows upon
me now
the semicircle
fringe
pink shells
aloft
prythee,
It
my
across
mountain nest
Light-green with
Upon
of glass,
its
own shadow,
keel to keel,
its
side.
O
They come, they crowd upon me
Moved from
Love,
all at
O Hope
once
of the
mind
me
days
When
thou and
I,
moor'd
The
its
worn
ribs;
and
without
all
cliffs
Down
star,
And
silver-smiling
Would
Venus
To crown
it
with herself.
Here, too,
Waver'd
From
at
his
Gleams
my
love
mid-dome
in
Heaven's airy
halls;
And mine
And heaven
Most
starry-fair,
my
till
earth
heaven, a face
all
a single glance of
life
You
look at them,
You cannot
And
them
farther back,
and
still
withdraw themselves
pouring
Her narrow
thro', floods
with redundant
portals.
To
if it
were possible
Which
do bear within me
had died,
life
But from
my
farthest lapse,
Thine image,
Upon
On
like a
charm
my
latest ebb,
and strength
of light
me back
again
life.
Forgetting
how
to
render beautiful
Thou
me upward;
For ever?
He, that
healthful blood
could
all
saith
it,
hath o'erstept
And
fall'n
And
perish
of the sepulchre.
The
To which my
Thou
art light,
self-renew'd.
And,
Time and
i'
of her fellowship
THE LOVER'S
And Death drew nigh and beat
But thou didst
sit
alone
TALE.
'This
is
hold;
'
Nor
is
my
life
To me
alone,
The Present
So
that, in that I
And cannot
is
have lived, do
and am,
die,
I live.
in having
been
The weight
as
if
of age
upon my limbs.
The
And
all
my
heart,
The
toil,
memory
Chink' d as you
see,
and seam'd
and
all
the while
lo
The
Of vigorous
made one
Married,
The
And
Who
Or when
To
From
from
and
falling,
his spirit
bitterness of death.
Ye ask me,
When
began to
Or from
And
first
Between
Its
my
should
my
is
clearer in
my
I tell
you?
heart,
slender spring
present flow.
How
How
love.
friends,
life
and depth
than
all
ask.
tell
ii
What
sort of
In
It
its
bud
seem'd to keep
it
sweetness to
its
less
itself,
seem'd?
it
For young Life knows not when young Life was born,
But takes
Warm
it all
for granted
Looking on her
as
can remember
Or
neither Love,
resteth satisfied.
him
that brought
men know
fall
So know
This
is
not when
my sum
began
say
My
outward circling
Which
Is to
yet upholds
me
daily life
Can ye
take
off
air
my
life.
that my love
rather,
My
was
my
growth.
have on earth.
wherewith
life,
asleep
to love.
knowledge
of
to the light
breathe.
and evermore
rose,
12
And
'i
heir motions
And
and
from the
their brightness
stars,
Or build
a wall betwixt
And
me where
tell
my
am?
I live I
I live:
whate'er
is
and
life
love,
love; because
In that
Is
or set apart
love
is
no shade or fold
of mystery
Many, many
(For they seem
And
of life,
So unproportion'd
In the
The
years,
Maydews
flush
to the dwelling-place,)
of childhood, opposite
and dawn
of youth,
we
Before he saw
my
day
my
lived together,
hills.
father died,
that he saw
it
not;
From
and the
the
she,
How
On
my
like
the
Under
The
light at once.
do number equal
love, is of
years,
(Oh falsehood
How
As Love and
So
first
of all starcraft
my
born.
we were
!)
mother
Which
With
And
its
My
mother's
sister,
mother
of
my
love,
my
Who
One
In giving so
And
so
much beauty
much wealth
as
heart.
to the world.
God had
14
Loathing to put
Left her
own
it
life
from herself
with
for ever,
and dying
it;
thus,
And
breathless
body
of her
good deeds
past.
less
And
Of those two
pillars
The
fallen away,
and
all
Her
So from each
without a father.
life,
to
me
other.
delightedly
He
that gave
fulfill'
He waked
for both:
Dreaming
of both
Because
it
Boughs on each
side, laden
And
less
life.
The
my
foster-sister
15
on one arm
common
Pillow' d us both: a
Was on
us as
we
lay
light of eyes
our baby
soft lap
lips,
The stream
One
life,
sustenance, which,
Still larger
Made
All
of
all
all
moulding
all
still
one blood,
life,
as thought
grew
large,
like,
perhaps
for
me
alone.
dealt to both of us
whom
life,
myself remains.
They
Of
fellow-feeling and
They
We
tell
tell
cried
me
that
communion.
we would not be
alone,
wept.
THE LOVER'S
Her
smile
TALE.
up the rainbow on
lit
my
The sound
Than
To
tears,
we loved
more
of one-another's voices
that
we
slept
of each other
the
till
morning
light
To
At thought
And
faints,
A man
in
of
which
my
and hath no
some
still
atar in the
bosom
Till,
drunk with
its
It fall
And
on
that
its
own
If this
be
true.
no breath
Rich
Of sweetness, and
and we woke
of the rose,
overfull
in smelling of itself.
thorns
way my wish
if
leads
this
be true
me evermore
as tho'
THE LOVER'S
Still to
Why
believe
it
TALE.
so sweet a thought,
'tis
Most
our closest-drawn.
17
loveliest, earthly-heavenliest
harmony?
And
earliest violets
March
of life
thee, these
If I
should
tell
you how
I will
Pass
we then
Ye would but
laugh,
hoard in thought
Which
are as
gems
set in
my memory.
To know
The
her father
daffodil
left
us just before
cast
upon
the shore?
All this
THE LOVER'S
Seems
TALE.
your minds
Move with me
with flame.
Is traced
to the event.
Mercury
On
From
To some
'A day
tall
for
And men
mountain
Gods
to soar
when
When
first
:
'
Waiting
said to her,
till all
the chariot
and the
for eaves,
to see
we
stood,
steeds,
little star
With hands
Were drunk
swum
known
in heaven,
Never yet
the spring
of light
19
to
bound, and
blew
Fresh
fire
His mountain-altars,
The
free
More warmly on
We
As mountain streams
the sunshine
seem'd
clefts
With
And
all
we saw
fill'd
And honey
brood
on the brow.
The
to
of delicious
memories
20
And down
and
to sea,
far as eye
to verge a
could ken,
Holy Land,
Still
When we had
The
on some
grassy platform
I gather' d the
stoop'd,
hill,
reach'd
my work
Once
thus
me
(For
remember
all
things) to let
grow
The
She
said,
Then
'The
'Nothing in nature
So, brother, pluck
is
unbeautiful;
and spare
not.'
So
wove
Hued
evil prince,
flower,
THE LOVER'S
Is
Grav'n on
My
of his heart
And
fell
on
While
nymph,
gazed
itself
solid glory
light
gazed
and show us
Methought a
light
shot
itself
mystic light
As from a
My
like a
how
That
And
oh,
And
My
fancy
stately
Unto
my
TALE.
footsteps
and
fell
about
on the mountains.
Last
To what
eyes,
we came
THE LOVER'S
23
bridge
is
The yawning
And
of
Had
man
from beneath
to link
an earthquake-cloven chasm.
woful
TALE.
all
went)
Below,
We
mounted
The
And
victories of ascent,
On
all
that
came
High over
To
all
And more
if
in heaven itself;
to her
became
far
away,
THE LOVER'S
Beyond
heath and
hill,
And steep-down
lips,
And
spires,
Whence
rose as
it
And
over
And
With
all
falling
the great
wood
rioting
inter\'als
23
And
TALE.
and
last.
to the west,
Whose
The incorporate
At length
Descending from the point and standing both.
There on the tremulous bridge, that from beneath
Had seem'd
We
And
24
And
barr'd with
Held
Rays
of a
mighty
circle,
On
weaving over
bloom on bloom.
tissue of light
stood
air,
still,
And
Nor
To
And
full of light
But
Next
to her presence
whom
As
His eyes
to
my
my
outward hearing
and
joy,
this most,
loved so well,
inmost heart
my own
Shorn of
Of
its
the west,
of
my
heart),
which out
sympathy
to
open main
sun.
Love
that little
25
Thy
fires
They
fell
We
it,
mine
Upon
hallow' d
center'd, glory-circled
memory
like the
of old,
memory,
and in
names
has been
Exchange or currency
was borne
my name
Henceforth
her breath.
And
my name
moment,
ere the
it
of
that
like a
hour
golden mist
melodious
airs,
onward whirlwind
floated
which was
less
all
other
Hope had
it.
than Hope,
shatter
Hope;
all
lower aim;
Hope,
THE LOVER'S
26
Even
name
that this
to
TALE.
lips
(How
nobler then
lovelier,
With my life,
!)
her
life,
her love.
strength.
The
My
Hill of
will is
Hope;
Love
lieth
deep
Love wraps
his
Constraining
Absorbing
I replied,
'O
sister,
Nevertheless,
and
'
all
it
the name.
my
love.
Drunk
life of that
delighted hour
The Heavenly-unmeasured
Who
or unlimited Love,
THE LOVER'S
Unto
TALE.
27
And
air,
Be cabin' d up
Which
in
words and
syllables,
them?
Sooner
Earth
strait girth of
Than language
Thou
day
Thy
Amid
Who
To
With dwelling on
Thy name
Had
is
till
ever worshipp'd
died then,
dim
among
hours!
to die.
Time
28
For
bliss stood
Had
round
died then,
me
The Shadow
Whereof
hand the
right
issueth,
light
hand floweth
left
to all that
air,
night,
My
it
Even
On
his
own abiding
and driven
sprang,
excellence
The
had merged
Which seeming
And dipping
for the
his
moment due
to death,
And
holdeth his
undimmed forehead
far
We
We
downward
On
If
hill;
Is
29
hall,
you go
far in
The moaning
of the
woman and
the child,
Running
far
The home
on within
perchance of streams
inmost
its
halls,
Adown
Is presently received in a
Of
sweet grave
its
Low banks
of yellow sand;
Lower down
flooding, leaves
THE LOVER'S
30
That belt
it
TALE.
of mortal woe,
Hither we came,
And
sitting
down upon
The
To
waters,
us,
how he woo'd
lisp'd
To
utterance of passion.
Fancy
so fair as is this
Methought
Had drawn
And
To
all
all
Ye cannol shape
memory.
herself
the separate
Edens
yers,
of this earth.
I listen'd,
And
Into
my
To
boys and
girls
come
are new.
soul
told
all at
me
31
ease
all?
It
And
And by
that
name
moved upon
And
her breath;
of nearness in it
At
first
As
if
of their
My
But
I
heart paused
still I
kept
my
eyes
upon the
sky.
And saw
the motion of
all
syllable
still.
other thingg;
by
syllable.
my
ear
fall,
32
Fell;
and
did
name no
me
told
Did tremble
'
wish
for I
no hope.
my
No
at the
Camilla,
And
all
approach of Death,
all
the
like a
maiden empire
map
There, where
There in
my
hoped myself
I
it
seem'd as
riven in twain
saw
to reign as king,
Another! then
Of some
of her mind.
Was
For
Lay
Hope was
'
No
all
dignities of
'
wish,
my
as king,
throne,
tho' a link
my
that life I
inmost frame
heeded not
oi the grave,
of the grave
Did swallow up my
Even
and
33
utter night,
fell,
Then had
From cope
With
Her
all
to base
as
me yawning
when an iceberg
cloven
splits
all
her doors,
heaviest thunder
had
lain as dead.
I lay;
life for
me
me was
The night
to
The night
in pity took
Because
my
And
me
away
grief as yet
me
my
day.
to look
upon the
light;
IV.
Would
over.
had lain
34
Round my worn
limbs,
Its
Leaning
roses
its
on
wound
my
my
unpaining brows,
faded eyes.
the rain
Had
fall'n
Had
But
had been
at rest for
evermore.
Who
will not
With
Entering
all
And
first
Smote on
Its
my
murmur,
Who
of apprehensiveness.
as the
drowning seaman
hears.
booming
indistinct
THE LOVER'S
Of the confused
His head
floods,
shall rise
The white
35
no more
light of the
TALE.
weary
moon
above,
Was my
sight
drunk that
did shape to
it
Him
w^ho should
If so
own
that
name?
me
Were
it
not well
It
The
Phantom
by
it,
And what
As he did
it
his,
its
face
mine
than he
The
The
The low-voiced,
All joy, to
happy Lionel,
tender-spirited Lionel,
whom my agony
was a
joy.
O how
O how
itself in
smiles
36
About
his lips
Then when
and
me
to twit
To him
as
upon my head
To come my way
Was
Was
me?
all
her ways
Had
not learnt
my
loss before
he came ?
come my way
Why
should he not
And
Flash' d from
me
Robed
With
Come
To
why should
that great
like
crown
of
he.
come my way
his brows
soul,
To be invaded
wealth
I fell
beams about
of the bliss he
like a careless
my
an angel to a damned
him
he would?
all
moment and
in a
tell
Come
when
if
my way?
rudelv,
of the will
Was mine
mood
sacred, secret,
Unspeakable?
unapproached woe,
was shut up with Grief;
my
past delight,
And
laid
Never
37
it
for herself,
in a sepulchre of rock
it
to rise again.
Not
to
Oh
friend, thoughts
nigh
O'erbore the limits of
thought
it
I strove to
my
my
brain: but he
was an adder's
fold,
and once
fail'd.
Wan
The red
I
glitter
made
and her
on
eyes-
their tears
well-
THE LOVER'S
38
Fell
my
TALE.
face,
ringlets
moved,
My
and
fro.
Loosed from
And
floated
Of
She,
know not
when
woke,
And now
As
it
first
had taken
Choked
all
From my
life
away before,
full heart.
The
From
Some drops
man.
THE LOVER'S
To
wounded
hearts
TALE.
39
More
to the
As rain
midsummer midnight
of the
ear.
soft.
No
bud, no
no
leaf,
flower,
no
I to
Because
my own
wrong?
suffer' d
as I found, they
If,
me.
fruit for
Why
was darken' d?
was
To
To
My
my
star
and them?
Did
darkness?
I love
her?
And
could
What had
with
happy
not.
Did
I love her.
she done to
innocent of spirit
Break rather
waned
weep ?
let
my
Why
heart
airs of
Heaven
'
40
Her
What then?
love
deem'd
I
me
She told
The
me
all
her love
brother:
my
dark
to itself
will,
up
lit
Starting
my
up
my own
I,
laid
it
in her own,
Would hold
the
the
my
Him who
unhappy
hand
hand she
and sent
death,
love in Love;
I,
And
at once.
lov'd,
cry
loving
love, that
made
He
how
men and
boys
'
may
till
say,
their love
She
THE LOVER'S
TALE.
41
Known, when
of love,
living to
Swallowing
And
its
The dew
They
of tears
an unwholesome dew,
more.
is
Deem
Or
in a life
me
still
as sisters do;
how
To
Or
When
this, or
I
For sure
And
my
And mask
Shall
somewhat
of Hate,
who
lives
on
others'
moans.
Love forbid!
42
And Hate
Love,
Shed
The
is
if
of cold Hate,
Of these sad
tears,
So Love, arraign' d
it
and feeds
to
their
downward
judgment and
flow.
to death,
Being
guiltless, as
Who, when
And
all
an innocent prisoner,
And
wherefrom awaked,
fell
to
into the
me
abysm
outworn,
Who
That made
it
43
sensible.
life
when
wreck
They
On
love
their
far
is
wreck' d
seas of
away.
doom
if
Love
can
ride highly
As the
Knit
tall
to
ship, that
many
a dreary year
far at sea.
For
me
what
light,
It
was ill-done
44
And Hope
kiss'd Love,
In that close
They
kiss,
said that
last
tales.
long,
after
Hope;
The same old paths where Love had walk'd with Hope,
And Memory
THE LOVER'S
TALE.
45
II.
From
alone
day
And sometimes on
Insensibly
upon
the shore,
The meaning
My
hills
the sands
until
Them
over,
till
my
the
soft winds.
Was
all of
The
squirrel
thee
the
love.
to hear
me,
of flowers.
for.
my
voice
the dragonfly
THE LOVER'S
46
Shot by
me
The rough
brier tore
my bleeding palms;
Yet trod
TALE.
my
forehead as
my
Nor bruised
the hemlock,
past;
path,
Was
this the
Why
Why
fed
Why
Why
were we one in
Where
Of
Were
to
all I
save in that
all things,
Vaunt courier
to this double?
if
that
same nearness
Affection
The bosom-sepulchre
Chiefly
Where
Of
end?
last
of
Sympathy?
we roam'd
hill
sound
THE LOVER'S
Came wooingly
TALE.
47
Sometimes
Fixing
my
them
brook beneath,
in the noisy
till
my
sight
And
(Huge
Had
all
blocks,
own
Half-digging their
Did
make bare
The
liveried
spirit
them
to flag
my
it
agony
brain
thro' a mist:
all
my
to thought,
my
blood
languid limbs;
my
from thought
And
my
in the spring
In
all over.
As moonlight wandering
of
fell
seem'd
The motions
they
graves) these in
Had
till
of the world
it
told
my
its
pulses;
THE LOVER'S
^g
As
'twere
if
TALE.
And
all
fiery
sky
Above some
Hung round
Embathing
Great
all
hills of ruins,
Of thundershaken columns
And
Sometimes
all
my
life
and
rise,
me
me
If I
To
indistinct.
seem'd
came upon
The
steepy sea-bank,
The
The
siiver-sheeted bay
till I
down
round
in front of
which
all
49
in white, upbare
broad earth-sweeping
in the dis-
tance,
From
Look'd
Of a gray steeple
summit and
forth the
low bell
thence
the pinnacles
at intervals
tolling.
Were
One walk'd
And he was
Of
her,
Shook
we
all
He
my
soul
How
and
flung myself
told
him
upon him
my
all
love.
whereat
first;
His hand
to
The very
face
Flash'd thro'
And
push
the face,
my
at his feet I
eyes into
seem'd
my
innermost brain.
to faint
and
fall.
50
To
fall
Albeit
The
strove to follow,
lordly
They
Phantasms
no more
but
and
and
subject, lord
the audible
grass.
and
slave,
visible,
visible;
wave and
my
leaf
and wind,
fading brain;
the wood.
Below black
fallen
invisible thought,
Moulded
had
firs,
when
moon
silent-creeping winds
silver streaks
and
bars.
my dream
Were wrought
The moanings
Turn'd
in a lock,
51
not, but
And
me
And
in
me dream
on.
my
vision bidding
And murmur
Oftentimes
The
Opening on darkness,
To
stately vestibules
even
Made
strange division of
With
her,
whom
to
to itself
its
unknown,
suffering
been
Extremest pain; or that the clear-eyed
Spirit,
at length
Was
All I
of so
in store
belief, the
or that
sorrow of
wide a compass
my
it
which most
my
spirit
took in
dull agony,
THE LOVER'S
52
TALE.
became
Anguish intolerable.
I sat
with her
Of silver-chorded tones
With smiles
my brow
about
of tranquil bliss,
many
which broke in
fire,
thro'
In
Unto a haggard
light
prisoner, iron-stay'
Confined on points of
faith,
when
Upon
strength
is
shock'd
of worse
Comes
And
in
upon him
in the
dead of night,
Makes
and the
53
Shone on
my
The
still
The semblance
mirrors.
Which was
burst
their
life,
Now
the light
thought
Keen, irrepressible.
It
was a room
Hung round
of
which
spake,
prow
sail roaring.
From
beam
of isolated light.
upon
that picture,
fell
54
Well-known well-loved.
She drew
the
long ago
it
sea,
had pour'd
Colour and
Of
life
it
seal
A monument
The poesy
Symbol 'd
of childhood
of childhood;
We
in storm.
and of love;
my
lost love
gazed on
it
together
Grew
Was
The Indian on a
beauty which
That painted
Began
An
to heave
Reel under
To
still-eyed snake,
is
death;
when
low-couch'd
all at
once
earthquake,
And
us,
upon
my
and
loud heart-beats,
all at
once, soul,
made
the ground
life
THE LOVER'S
TALE.
55
Rapid and
My
wind-driven
wound my arms
Shrank in
And
my
grasp,
my dim
eyes,
The jaws
of
Death
and over
I,
all
the sway
flung
and whirl
Down
me
groaning, from
and
and
ever.
THE LOVER'S
56
TALE.
III.
among
sat
the stones
morning
The
air,
And
foliage
Upon my
temple.
bud
The
smells of
fever' d
The hollow
all
know
To what
not.
height
Then came on me
and
all
As heretofore
sullen bell
And
Moved
Trod
my
face.
swifter steps;
and while
Four
bells instead of
Four merry
one began
bells, four
57
thought
to ring,
merry marriage-bells,
Then
those
who
and those in
like wild
rear,
Bacchanals
too,
Beat on
The
my
heated eyelids
front rank
Lapsed into
shrieks
Threw down
Waved
all at
once
From thunder
With
made
maids
woods upon
the hill
Took
Until
it
hung, a
little silver
and blew
it
down
far
cloud
seas: I turn'd:
my
heart
Waiting
countenance
58
Of her
My
sister,
and
my
cousin,
and
life.
my
love.
her hair
Studded with one rich Provence rose a light
her eyes
Of smiling welcome round her
Leapt lightly clad in bridal white
lips
And cheeks
One hand
And
while
when
as bright as
mused nor
man who
hand
in his
stood with
down
me
his robes,
into dance,
and
fled
woods.
And
There, there,
my
latest vision
hill.
came behind.
And
59
IV.
He
flies
Poor Julian
at
before he
He moved
thro' all of
it
Well he had
shall I say?
home.
majestically
This
poem
Introduction, p.
is
3.
and heart
in ear
left his
the bells,
Solace at least
me
but now
in
Boccaccio.
See
6o
Or prophets
I
of
them
in his fantasy,
Would
of
Mythology
he would go.
as ^^tna does
'Go not
yet,'
Some warning
it
this I
And
partly
And
No
made them
tho'
he knew
it
not.
Heard
after life,
yet once
but,
lit
toll
the eleventh
moon
more the
when
me
tolling bell,
out of
life,
and
said,
but found
to
it
6i
him
Dead
And
They never
nail a
dumb head up
And
airs of
in elm),
own
die: he
is
heaven,
kin.
mountain
the
And
leave the
He knew
Thought
the
And
To
will I
all
kiss her
The dead
knew
Now, now,
be
of Lover's
meaning
that he
love, I
1 will
name
alone with
on the
all I love.
lips.
She
there,
is
his
no more
go down
THE LOVER'S
62
The fancy
He
rose
light
Then
him
was but a
at the far
end
flash,
so
vault,
beheld
light,
The
stirr'd
TALE.
of the vault he
saw
Her
of silver,
High
in the wall,
Drown' d in
*It
To
was
the
my
rest, to
and
all
of the vault.
be with her
till
And
raised us
Down
hand
in hand.'
And
all,
kneeling there
man,
Not such
And
kiss'd her
And
silence
He
'O, you
Can
nay, but
warm
wrong him,
chill
you
once
all at
Or am
made immortal,
but
it
beat
It
'
at
The
heart,
heart,'
:
'
beat
*Do
my
wake or sleep?
love
the heart
which
his
vehemence
it
beat:
own began
that
it
drown'd
But when at
He
helpless death
till
To
63
last his
doubts were
satisfied.
He came
in,
all
fast,
and now
Holding
So bore her
Back
to the mother's
64
With
Her
fluttering life
Where?
'
till
Had made
Here
a silent answer
here
'
and learning
Send
to
wander and
know
that
'
it
think)
to wail,
me
back:
'He
me
casts
'and goes
'
a wail
shatter' d nerve,
At some precipitance
in her burial.
'Oh
yes,
And none
And you
me
spirit
said, 'and
life
shall give
had return'd,
tell
me back when
him
of
it.
he returns.
And keep
And
little,'
yourself,
do your
I will
none knowing,
will.
When
And
make
To him you
'And
me
I will
love.
'
Ao your
all their
to yourself
not
stay.
notice of
I return,
And
will,
and none
shall
secret to be
known
all
Had
And
all
And
and
solitary
this,
Upon
her,
And
to Lionel.
And pausing
know.'
known.
And
An
him
may
I will
65
at a hostel in a marsh,
66
And
It
sitting
down
speak of
to
it
And
stairs (for
in a loft, with
none
to wait
on him,
Found, as
it
Raving
A
A
of
flat
my
care of
him
And
I
yet.
coast.
And,
tho' he loved
Found
that the
Dwelt in
his fancy
taught,
The
upon
it,
67
past,
This love
is
makes
77^(2/
Beginning
But
and yet
my
of us
call,
however sweet.
What matter?
Yet when
my
some
know no more.
at the sequel
if
Not such am
That
cell
Oh
But
from these
earth.
No
less
as Julian's look'd
68
To
young hero
'You gave
Talk of
if
lost
his
arms
in her
me
name be
Julian too.
Some sudden
him
And
By
more resolved
the
To come and
Before he
And
left
revel for
his
there.
him
then to friends
And
Julian
own
to go,
knew
all
again.
once.
it
But he was
life
banquet of farewells.
to a
made
a solemn feast
all
round his
never
hall
as here
69
column, as in a wood,
to
an equatorial one,
wines
that,
Heaven knows
when,
Had
suck'd the
And
kept
thro' a
it
of
fire
some forgotten
cups
Moveable and
And
trebling
Why
need
his
resettable at will.
all
I tell
was
you
all ?
old, has in
it
Wonder'd
some strange
And
as his,
rare or fair
(I told
Ah heavens
suffice to say
Was brought
at
in gold
And
sun.
and
such a
To such
feast, ill-suited as it
seem'd
70
And
He
never would
revisit,
from a land
such a feast
And
Two
Parted a
little
ere they
About a picture
Some
And
met
the floor,
just
feast
of
Have
it?
wild about
it all
seldom spoke,
And when
beyond
71
his use;
'There
is
read of
it
in Persia
when a man
who
all
accounts
most beautiful.
This custom
he brings
it
may
be.
'
all
The
guests broke in
And
banquet
Who
The
Here
'Beautiful!
sitting
Before
my
who
desires
it.
me
is
Laud me not
to the close.
y2
For
He
after
him
That which
is
The beauty
that
"O my
in rich guise
heart's lord,
would
And
says,
" Ev'n
my
heart too."
is
dearest to
my
*But solve
me
had a
falling sick,
all
first
a doubt.
years ago
faithful serv^ant,
He
heart.
heart too.
He
propose to-night
on earth beside.
until he died,
And
I
leave
knew
him
in the public
way
to die.
Who
And
fed,
his life.
His
service,
Who
thrust
whom
him
does
out, or
it
first
73
master claim
his life?'
And balanced
When some
Was
either
way by
each, at length
all
And he beginning
languidly
his
loss
By
all
The
and
gratefulness.
The
As
first
at
And
life
for
and limbs,
all
his to
work
his will.'
THE LOVER'S
74-
Then
To
Julian
made
bring Camilla
And
crossing her
And
looking as
Is lovelier
a secret sign to
down
own
much
than
before them
me
all.
others
all
TALE.
on her head
diamond
circlet,
veil, that
With seeds
of gold
so,
Slow-moving
as a
That
mist behind
And
flings a
And
it
in the sun
The younger
With
air,
an Eastern gauze
ear,
this
roses,
over
who
Julian,
none so rosy
all
Of many generations
of his
house
As
for a
solemn
So she came in
I
sacrifice of love
:
am
long in telling
it,
floated in
And
all
the guests in
75
feet,
to glance at Lionel.
lights
Only
to use his
And hungering
When
as he is like to prove,
*My
Ev'n
of
to the uttermost:
Of
all
my
Of
all
things
treasures the
Then waving
upon
'
all
he saw.
in her behold
most beautiful.
Led
And
I,
Fire,
nor feast
by Lionel
sitting,
Thrice in a second,
felt
all fire
again
him tremble
too,
76
Some cousin
And
sister.
of his
knew none.
and hers
O God,
if
so like!'
she were.
She shook, and cast her eyes down, and was dumb.
And
From
Another,
To
if
all their
the
still
if
she
came
but she
Which made
the
amazement more,
Said, shuddering,
'Her spectre
'
till
one of them
The
Terrible pity,
if
if
spoken
one so beautiful
her,
dumb
answer'd
all:
'She
is
That
faithful servant
Obedient
Which
to.
to her
whom we
spoke about.
to
me by common
What!
shall I
Shall
77
That which of
things
all
is
my
'Now
Not
rich gift
all
is
break in on what
to
Or whisper, while
And
show you
you
word
say by
all of
my
all
heart.'
The
passionate
moment would
Down
And
Once more
Lionel,
And
as
who
by enchantment;
fain
had
my
And were
it
free gift,
all
guests
but he,
sat as if in chains
'Take
all his
to
my
whom
he said
THE LOVER'S
78
And
tho' she
seem so
like the
TALE.
one you
lost,
left
Here he ceased.
Then
And
He
slowly brought
And
them both
to Lionel.
Rush'd each
at
each with a
seem'd
to wail;
To
their
With
charm 'd
kisses,
From
him
at last
he freed himself
And
love,
the sight of
to
this
me
saying, 'It
is
over: let us go
'
at the
doors
We
bad them no
He
And
with him,
farewell, but
my
Julian,
mounting these
back
to
mine.
79
BALLADS
AND OTHER POEMS
ALFRED TENNYSON
MY GRANDSON.
Golden-hair'd Ally whose name
is
Now
little
blossom,
Glorious poet
Laugh,
who
for the
and a half
is
thine,
name
at the
head of
my
line.
verse
name
is
that
thine.
is
mine
'.
THE
(in
'Wait a
little,'
FIRST QUARREL.
the
you
isle
say,
of wight.)
it'll
all
come
right,'
i'
wan
an'
so white
Wait!
long.
Now
doing
Harry and
No,
me wrong
I
were married
up
his
my man
was
head.
dead;
85
86
I ha'
work
an' I
am
all
my
only
friend.
n.
Doctor,
you can
if
you the
tale o'
my
life.
When
little
me
his
own
wife;
sorrj'
when he
was away,
An' when we play'd together,
loved
him
better than
play;
He
workt
me
he
made me
the cow-
slip ball.
He
loved
him
all.
home
in dis-
87
had but
to look
in his face.
III.
need
Of a good
agreed;
to the Dorsetshire
lad, an'
we
a-
parted in tears.
to
God
bless you,
my own
Nell.'
rv.
There was a
girl,
the farm.
him up
at
88
her an'
left
And
so she was
most
And
girl
was the
to blame.
till I
that
was
little
had grown so
tall,
flower of 'em
I
all.'
o'
all I
could
To make
home
for good.
VI.
Often
For
heard
it
but you;
abroad in the
fields 'I'll
too.
morning song
of the
the nightingale's
hymn
the
'
89
lark,
*I'll
'
in the dark.
vn.
at last, but
he look'd at
me
Vext
me
a bit,
till
he told
me
that so
many
years had
gone by,
I
tall
that
might ha'
him somehow
For he thought
to look at
vm.
Hard was
we were married
o'
Christmas day.
May
all
as
merry as
90
my
were
We
seem'd
wind
my
house an'
my man
pride,
like ships
i'
an' tide.
K.
But work was scant in the
Isle, the'
he tried the
vil-
lages round.
to see
if
work could be
found;
An' he wrote
as I
come
I'll
weeks' work,
little
wife, so far
know;
for an
I go.'
X.
So
that
An'
hit
wasn't he coming
day?
on an old deal-box
corner away.
that
was push'd in a
was
full of
91
the rest,
I
had
my naked hand
in a hornets'
nest.
XI.
'Sweetheart
read
'
was the
this
letter
this
was the
letter I
*You promised
to find
me work
wish
was dead
Didn't you kiss
my
An'
me
an'
it,
lad,
almost died
o'
wish that
I had.'
xn.
had
that
had
the
first
past,
Before
an' the
last.
7ny quarrel
92
XIII.
me
drove
An' he told
'What can
it
it
I flung
in, an'
him
wild,
me
all at
matter,
my
lass,
what
did wi'
my
single
life?
been
I ha'
you as ever a
as true to
'I'm none
o'
the worst.'
The man
a
to his wife;
'Then,'
I said,
love?
Come,
come,
man
little
wife, let
it
my
rest
woman, no need
to
make such
stir.
But he anger' d
me
all
When
all
before.'
me
my hand
patted
gones be
married
93
I said,
'when you
me
in her shame
my child,
if
my
lying
hate her
an'
I die o'
in!
You'll
I
make her
hate you
Ah, Harry,
my
its
second mother!
me
Than
ha'
were so
'Wait a
little,
my
lass, I
am
sure
it
all
'ill
come
right.'
XIV.
watch 'd
94
I felt that
my
all
wet thro' to
the skin,
An'
never said
'off
the dry,
So
knew my
me
when he came
to
bid
goodbye.
isn't true,
you know;
I
am
go?
XV.
was near
i'
my
my
head
But
if
you
will,'
must
ha'
been
didn't
know
said
light
'I
kiss her
turn'd
'
meant.
my face
an' he went.
his face
95
XVI.
And
then he sent
me
letter, 'I've
gotten
my work
to do;
You wouldn't
kiss
me,
my
lass,
any
but you;
I
am
sorry for all the quarrel an' sorry for what she
wrote,
I ha' six
boat.'
xvu.
rise, an' I
at sea,
An'
I felt I
to
had been
to
me.
'Wait a
little,
my
lass, I
am
sure
it
'ill
all
come
right '
down
that night.
the
boat went
RIZPAH.
17.
I.
And
come out
to me.'
Why
me
should he call
I
to-night,
when he knows
that
cannot go ?
as bright as day,
and the
full
moon
II.
We
should be seen,
my
of the town.
96
RIZPAH.
97
When
cannot see
my own
hand, but
am
by the
led
And
my
son
till I
find myself
rain.
m.
Anything
fallen again?
nay
what was
there left to
fall?
I
What am
all.
come
as a spy?
must
who knows?
As the
tree falls so
it lie.
IV.
Who
let
her in?
how long
what
RIZPAH.
98
Why
did you
sit
so quiet?
word.
O to
pray with
me
yesa
lady
none
of
their
spies
But the night has crept into ray heart, and begun to
darken
Ah
you,
know
The
blast
my
eyes.
soft,
of the night,
bitter frost
have done
made
I
it,
my
baby together
go your way.
VI.
Nay for
it's
dying wife.
sit
by an old
RIZPAH.
But say nothing hard of
my
99
boy,
of life.
I kiss'd
my boy
went out
to
die.
'They dared me
told
I
me
to
do
he
it,'
said,
a lie.
me
do
to
it,'
he said; he was
always so wild
And
idle
and couldn't be
could
idle
my Willy he never
rest.
a soldier, he
would
VII.
would
let
They swore
lot of
him be good;
that he dare
RIZPAH.
loo
And he
all
He
took no
life,
when
was done
flung
my
it
among
his fellows
I'll
none of
it,
said
son.
VIII.
came
told
them
God's own
him
my
truth
for
tale,
but
in chains for a
show
we had always
To be hang'd
that
Dust
That
all
and
isn't
enough shame ?
to dust
him
for a thief
low
down
let
us hide
so high
the ships of the world could stare at him,
passing by.
God
'ill
RIZPAH.
But not the black heart of the lawyer who
kill'd
him
there.
DC.
And
away.
my
goodbye;
They had
I
me
'O mother!
I couldn't get
back tho'
he had something
tried,
further to say,
And now
me
never shall
know
The
it.
jailer forced
away.
X.
Then
that
was dead.
down on my
^Mother,
my boy
shut
me up
they fasten'd
me
he
me
bed.
mother!'
RIZPAH,
loa
They beat me
I
And
you
know
that
then at the
and
They
me
last
they found
still
me
let
worked
abroad again
but
the
creatures
had
my bone
was
their will.
XI.
my
Flesh of
flesh
left
I stole
them
all
and
call it a theft?
My
that
Theirs?
moved
no
in
my
not
theirs
they had
side.
XII.
Do you
think
'em,
buried 'em
all
kiss'd
'EIZPAH.
I
am
old
103
in
the
night by the
churchyard wall.
My Willy
'ill
ment
But
'ill
rise
of judg-
sound,
I laid
him
in holy
ground.
xin.
They would
scratch
him up
they
Sin?
And
read
yes
we are sinners,
me
toward
*Full
of
Yes,
it
men
and mercy, the Lord'
let
me
again;
compassion
know
'Full of compassion
hear
and mercy
long-suffering.'
yes
is
the Saviour
RIZPAH.
I04
And
the
first
may be
last
have heard
it
in church
first.
yes, as the
Lord must
know,
Year
after
XIV.
How
sin.
do they know
of his kin?
Heard
downs began.
The wind
'ill
that
moan
'ill
like a
man?
XV.
Election, Election
well.
and Reprobation
it's
all
very
RIZPAH.
But
go to-night to
my
105
boy, and
I shall
not find
him
in Hell.
For
cared so
much
look'd into
my
for
that the
Lord has
care,
my boy
sure to be
XVI.
And
if
he be lost
but
my soul,
to save
is all
your
my boy be
gone
that
desire
Do you
think that
if
to the fire?
I
me
God
in the dark
go,
go,
you may
alone
you
as a stone.
xvn.
Madam,
to be kind,
mean
RIZPAH.
io6
But
in the
my
Willy's voice
wind
he used
but to
call
in the dark,
And he
calls to
the gibbet
Nay
me now from
for hark
it
yourself
it is
coming
shaking
the walls
Willy
going.
He
calls.
Good-night.
am
Waait
till
in, fur
thou
mun
a'
sights^
to tell.
Eh, but
Xast awaay on
*Summat
a'
seean
doon;
to drink
sa'
'ot?'
I 'a
wine
What's the
the line?
1
The vowels
at,
it
The
andj, and
'
wood.'
107
have
to trust that
00 short, as in
in this
in the closest
and
thought
my
io8
n.
'What's
i'
'
Gin.
But
if
mun
goa fur
it
down
to the inn.
Naay
fur I
dry,
Thou
naw gin
gits
I'll tell
tha why.
ni.
Mea
an'
end
Ten
o'
when wur
it?
back-
June,
wa
i'
tune:
I
could
fettle
best on 'em
As
fer
as
fro'
all,
Hutterby Hall.
to
Harmsby and
We
i'
the
bloom
109
an' as 'appy as
could think,
'art
taakes to
the drink.
IV.
An'
weant gaainsaay
shaamed on
We
it
it,
my
thaw
lad,
be hafe
now.
Thaw once
my
huck,^
An'
An' once
my
down
i'
muck:
not
hafe ov a man,
lad
slaape
maade
'er sa
my faace
mad
Hip.
Scold.
no
about
the laanes,
'at to
the
Squire;
An'
loook'd cock-eyed at
my
noase an'
seead 'im
But
sin' I
wur hallus
i'
a king,
Foalks' coostom flitted awaay like a kite wi' a brok-
ken
string.
Eh
door,
me
to drink
the moor.
Fur
fun',
owd
An'
when
stockin'
grabb'd the
'er
wur
'id,
munny
Sally's
Lounging.
wear'd
it
iii
VI.
cooms 'oam
at a faair,
tearin'
'er 'aair,
An'
tummled
O' furnitur
'ere
i'
kick,
An'
the
babby beal'd,^
Fur
vn.
An' when
Sally
waaked
i'
went laamed
gied
'er,
an' I
ashaamed;
1
wur dreadful
112
'ole 'ouse
hupside down.
vm.
An' then
minded our
sweeat,
Straat as a pole an' clean as a flower fro'
'ead to
f eeat
An' then
minded
thurn
'is
best of a Sunday at
mum,
Couldn't see 'im, we 'eard 'im a-mountin' oop 'igher
an' 'igher,
An' then
'e
sparkle o'
shined like a
fire.
'e
o' the
113
sun as danced in
'er
An'
says '1
mun
thou moant,
But
gied
'doant!'
DC.
wur
fust she
a tew.
But, arter,
we sing'd
the
'ymn togither
like birds
on
a beugh;
An' Muggins
God
fur
'e
preach'd
loov o'
men,
me
a kiss ov
'ersen.
X.
Heer wur a
Down
fall fro'
drinkin'
VOL.
IV.
i'
i'
Hell-fire
Hell;
I
thaw
theer's
naw
114
Mea
fro'
the
door,
All along o' the drink, fur I loov'd 'er as well as afoor.
XI.
bed
^Weant niver do
it
naw moor;
'
up
upowd
*I'll
the
weant;
it^ tha
men.
Thou' 11 goa
snififin'
till
tha does
it
agean.
knaws, as knaws
tha sa well.
That,
if
f oiler
'im
XII.
'Naay,
'
says
'Weant tha?
I,
'
'fur I
weant goa
sniffin'
mysen
'mayhap.'
1 I'll
uphold
it.
thowt
i'
mysen
an' I started
'
awaay
113
down
to
the Hinn,
An'
black bottle
o' gin.
XIII.
But
puts
says
'Stan'
it
I,
'im theer
power ov
'is
i'
naame
the
o'
Graace,
I'll
loook
my hennemy
strait
i'
the faace,
Stan' 'im theer
i'
ma
loook
at
'im
then,
oan
'e's the
Divil's
sen.'
XIV.
An'
I w^ur
an'
down
i'
all,
1
naw work
Ii6
my
*and
my
o'
o'
knee,
mysen
me oop
coodled
agean
till
feel'd
free.
XV.
An'
Sally
she
gawmin'
As thaw
it
tell'd
it
about,
an'
stood a-
foalk
in.
of a quart o'
gin;
it
wur watter
an'
wur chousin'
the wife,
Fur
saave
my
shaws
wur
it
nobbut to
life;
An' blacksmith
'e
off gin,
it
'e strips
to
me
the thick ov
'is
airm, an'
me,
Staring vacantly.
Sunday an'
117
just as candles
was
lit,
'Thou moant do
bit
by
it,'
he
says, 'tha
An'
'e
break 'im
off
bit.'
down
mun
'
says Parson,
and
laays
'is 'at,
fur that;
respecks tha
'
to see,
An'
'e
spanks
'is
respecks tha,'
says 'e;
like a
wind
wide,
And browt me
coontryside.
XVI.
An' theer
daay;
theer
'e shall
stan to
my
dying
ii8
I 'a
waay,
Proud on 'im,
like,
my
lad, an'
an' bright,
Loovs 'im, an' roobs 'im, an' doosts 'im, an' puts
'im back
the light.
i'
XVII.
Wouldn't a pint
a' sarv^ed
Naw
as well as a quart?
doubt
But
But
moant,
'e
my
mun
lad,
be by
and
this, if I
it
out.
cared to taaste.
clean disgraaced.
XVIII.
An' once
'My
lass,
when
cooms
to die,
1.
my
chaanged
mind, an'
if
119
Sally be left
aloan,
I'll
XIX.
Coom
thou
yon
laady a-steppin'
'eer
along
the
streeat,
'er
sa pratty, an'
feat, an'
neat,
ammost
spick-
an' sweeat?
Look
at the cloaths
on
'er
back, thebbe
span-new,
''
the dew.
XX.
Baacon
Tommy,
an'
we be a-goin
an'
to dine,
Adam's
wine;
1
first
I20
But
if
mun
goa fur
it
down
to
the Hinn,
Fur
Sally's
oan kin.
'is
THE REVENGE.
A BALLAD OF THE FLEET.
At Flores
And
came
flying
from
away
we have
sighted
fifty-
am
no coward;
But
my
gear,
And
the half
my men
are sick.
must
fly,
but follow
quick.
We
three
121
we
fight
with
fifty-
THE REVENGE.
Then spake
Sir
Richard Grenville:
*I
know you
are
no coward;
You
fly
them
for a
moment
to fight with
them again.
ashore.
I
if
left
them,
my
Lord Howard,
To these
III.
five
day,
Till
heaven;
Men
of Bideford in
Devon,
all
his sick
men from
THE REVENGE.
And we
them on the
laid
And
they blest
left to
To
the
him
ballast
123
down below;
aboard,
all
Spain,
Lord.
IV.
He
to
to fight,
And he
sailed
till
the Spaniard
came
in sight.
With
his
bow.
'Shall
we
Good
For
fight or shall
There'll be
And
we
little
of
fly?
now.
us left by the
be
set.'
Sir
men.
'We be
all
good English
THE REVENGE,
124
For
never turn'd
or devil yet.'
V.
Sir
The
little
foe,
fighters
sick below;
and
were seen,
And
the
little
Revenge ran on
between.
VI.
Thousands
down from
their
Thousands
little
of their
craft
at the
mad
THE REVENGE.
Running on and
By
on,
delay'd
till
their mountain-like
125
San Philip
that, of fifteen
hun-
dred tons,
tiers of guns,
Took
and we
stay'd.
VII.
And
while
now
like a
cloud
Whence
hung above us
Long and
loud.
From
upon
them
the starboard
lay.
And
all.
VIII.
and went
THE REVENGE.
126
Having
womb
that
had
left
her
ill
con-
tent;
And
hand
came aboard
us,
to hand,
And
off as
a dog that
When
IX.
And
over the
summer
came out
far
sea.
fight of the
one and
the fifty-three.
Ship after ship, the whole night long, with her battlethunder and flame;
Ship after ship, the whole night long, drew back with
her dead and her shame.
THE REVENGE.
127
For some were sunk and many were shatter 'd, and so
could fight us no more
God
of battles,
like
this in the
world before ?
And
it
chanced
fight
all
but a wreck;
when
that,
on
summer
With a
grisly
wound
be drest he had
to
left
it
the deck.
suddenly
dead,
And
himself he was
wounded again
in the side
and
the head.
And he
said 'Fight
on
fight
on
XI.
And
over the
summer
sea,
far
THE REVENGE.
128
And
ring;
we
still
could sting,
And we had
And
maim'd
slain,
for life
And
the sick
stark
And
most of them
and cold.
was
And
men down
all of it
the masts
spent;
side;
We
have
won
great glory,
my men
THE REVENGE.
And
129
At sea or ashore,
We
die
Sink
does
me
it
matter when?
Gunner
sink
in twain
Fall into the
Spain
XII.
And
seamen made
reply
'We have
And
We
children,
we have
wives,
the
will
make
let
us go;
lives.
if
we yidd,
to
blow.
And
to the
foe.
XIII.
And
him
then,
men
THE REVENGE.
I30
Where they
caught at
And
him by
laid
last,
they praised
him
foreign grace;
and
I
true;
my
With a
And he
man
duty as a
upon
man
is
bound
to
do
their decks,
'
and he died.
XIV.
And
and
true,
the power
and glory
of Spain so
cheap
little
few;
Was he
devil or
knew,
man?
He
THE REVENGE.
131
But they sank his body with -honour down into the
deep,
And
they
mann'd
the
crew,
And away
own;
When
from
And
sleep,
to
moan.
And
And
is
raised by an earth-
quake grew.
Till
it
And
And
and
fell
Revenge
herself
on the
shot-shat-
crags
lost
their
navy of Spain,
the little
To be
and
flags.
sails
THE
They have
And
left the
SISTERS.
Their favourite
Evelyn begins
which
it
know
I call
'O diviner
the song,
Air.'
EVELYN.
diviner Air,
Over
all
Making
the
fresh
bare,
fair
and the
flowers,
Over
all this
weary world of
ours,
THE
A
Now
I33
SISTERS.
that.
EDITH.
diviner light,
Over
all
Over
all
the
Over
all this
meadow's drowning
flowers.
Marvellously
like, their
voices
and themselves
Tho' one
is
As one
is
You count
For
other.
whom
this alliance
let
me
do not doubt
134
THE
SISTERS.
tho'
sometimes
You may be
fear
doubt
flickering, fluttering in a
which
must not be
which might
Be death
to
Evelyn
is
one
The common
No
Woo
if
one may
Who
No
trust it:
will
their
no wavering, boy
easily
go by contrast,
and so
as
by
well.
likes.
passionately
sister
loved
still.
But that
my
best
And
And
that I
To be my
To
she?
sisters ever
so
More
is
and laugh so
jest
For love
Not
voice,
The
it,
Should marry, or
all
them
THE
SISTERS.
i35
bay window
this
will
My
A hand upon
Smoothing
Were
the
head
silver, 'get
of either child,
them wedded
For see
them
this
wine
I of
last fierce
yet retains a
mine, and
go lame?
of his
down
'
wound.
it
flow'd
charge at Waterloo,
memory
my
first
He
do
it
me
this,
Come
passion.
my
left
of its youth.
You
him Svhy?
Which
As
and
say.
Plunged in the
And
why should
of his wars,
Was blackening on
When
own
would he
'
on either knee,
And once my
Then
collaterally.
child
no
fault of
as willingly
mine
THE
i^
SISTERS.
Some
An
all that,
my boy,
when they
that stirr'd
Among
Among
/care not
more venerable,
no
name
for a
moult.
mine.
fault of
Once more
Yoa
see yon
One
to left
bright
right,
in a world of song,
my way,
an amber
An open
I dozed; I woke.
The
watching overhead
Turning
leaves a breadth
it
May morning
I lay at leisure,
The
and
plain.
after it
spire.
landaulet
on
earth.
On whom I brooght a
That time I did not
strange unhappiness.
see.
THE
SISTERS.
Love
I37
at first sight
for
for
at first
in
came on
one lightning-fork
That
Of
day
full
I loiter'd
The
The
darkest faults
a gash.
no,
comment make
work appear
My
sole
the other,
the lips
memorial
both indeed.
And by
the day.
And
Seem but
all
Of Edith
there
less
lake
first
The
it
thro' sense
to be
found
and soul
THE
138
Long
after, as it
SISTERS.
tall
Of our
New
Forest.
The phantom
me by when
:
Of laughter drew me
Down
thro' the
glimmering glades
On
fern
My
and foxglove.
Edith
all
One bloom
And moved
to
merriment
at a passing jest.
me
me
to join
woo'd her
The worse
Ay
no,
my
hour,
spent
day of days.
me! was
content?
thought
Had made
May,
THE
The charm
Is
of Edith
SISTERS.
139
Not
findable here
content,
man may be
of his friend
Drawn by an
artist,
*Good! very
As yet
looks at
Edith love
7?ie.
loved Edith,
Then came
Not
Had
I
I that
says,
all
Age
made
the day
my
when
I,
braced
my
The golden
I
and
Only, believing
Born
it,
spoke
it
gates would
open
at a word.
And
lost
Had
seen
far.
heard
THE
I40
On
SISTERS.
Had
set the
The younger
The mother
The
sisters
Evelyn, enter' d
sister,
and altogether
face,
fell
there,
she.
And
I fled
And
and reply
all
the Furies.
I
I
hall,
was bound
Not by
to her;
bound
faintly
echoed mine,
Upon me when
Were
of her eyes
Had
wed hei
THE
Had
Grew
SISTERS.
141
first
a fear,
and form?
the
nearness of
fiery
it
all
the three?
me up and down
retreating.
Edith wrote
'My mother
A widow
God
ask
less guile
as the
'
did not
(I
than
soul,
plump cheek
many
tell
you
a child.
The
letter)
You
On
me
As well
Poor
bids
with
jarr'd
Advancing nor
this
ill?
'
me
here.
At
last I
(so ran
late.
go
I told
my mother
THE
142
And
Evelyn.
SISTERS.
Farewell.
my
With ever-growing
Again
That
'Pray
my
see
farewell.'
my image on
could stamp
come and
Almost blind
mother.
her heart
What dwarfs
are
men
And
No
all in
to
To win
my
strangled vanity
Yet so
my
the sister.
Whom
For Evelyn knew not of
my
former
suit,
to
whisper of
it.
the day.
all at ease,
far
THE SISTERS.
I
from the
altar
Before the
first 'I
The bridesmaid
will
ring
So,
upon
utter' d,
saw
the finger of
when we
She wept no
was
'
My
143
my
bride.
tear,
but round
my
I
no word,
Evelyn clung
thought
We
As
left her,
To
lift
And
us as
it
Our Edith
To change
his
fair,
Were not
own imperial
if
true
Love
all-in-all.
THE
144
Far
off
Save that
Is
SISTERS.
My
we went.
God,
would not
live
that
make our
The
That loved
With
over-acting,
Beneath a
To
me
till
pitiless rush of
They found
she
so
to
I
Autumn
be
let in
rain
to pray
I learnt it first.
The
had
to speak.
At once
The morning
And on
away
Of Edith
still
THE
Haunted us
SISTERS.
145
and by and
by,
Which
Of
innocence
And
to the dead,
And
all
my
brief
wooing
of her.
Did
So
far that
Back
I
not
tell
to that passionate
at
first.
my
answer of
Not
prevail'd
wife
full
heart
Had
love.
us,
to
be
and
my
fear'd
bride,
THE
146
SISTERS.
whom
we
reverently
call'd
second
this I
named from
her
own
self,
Now
life,
The
sisters glide
Both beautiful
about
alike,
me hand
nor can
in hand,
I tell
One from
One from
The
I
they come,
remembering
From
I
till,
know
either
divided as
by the
all
am
own
true eyes
quick Evelyn
Are
The
THE
And
Is yet untouch' d
Dearest of
But
And
if
all
there
and
things
lie
I that
think
'
my good
147
son
well, I
am
not sure
a preference eitherway,
'Most dearest
I
SISTERS.
Love
be a true superlative
OR,
lass, fur
THE
ENTAIL.^
last night.
yis
yis.
I'll
all right;
Butter
be as well,
Hafe a pint
o'
shell.
n.
Sit thysen
down
wine!
I liked the
owd Squire
gells o'
an'
'is
gells as
mine,
1
See note
to
'Northern Cobbler.'
148
THE ENTAIL.
OR,
all es
'is
149
darters
me,
an'
she:
on 'em
last of
all.
Fur hoffens we
talkt o'
my
at fall
An'
she said
it
wur
o' the
draains.
Eh! thebbe
'er,
an' arn'd
naw
'er paains.
all wi'
the
Lord
my
ten none
owd
'is taail
in
'is
'and, an'
Squire's gone.
m.
Fur
'staate
that
be
i'
taail,
my
lass: tha
be?
1
A brood
of chickens.
dosn'
knaw what
I50
But
knaws the
it
'When
OR,
THE ENTAIL.
towd
me.
theer's
naw
ere maale
The
IV.
What be
the next
un
like ?
can tha
tell
ony harm on
'im lass?
Naay
sit
down
naw
'urry
sa
cowd!
hev
another
glass
Straange an'
fall o'
Not
cowd
we may happen
snaw
I likes
to
knaw.
An'
'oaps es
coom
We'd anew
'e
fro' the
dosn' not
shere;
larnin' ere.
'e
we haates boook-
OR,
THE ENTAIL.
15]
arter
the land
Wheats
'is
or tonups or taates
'e
'ed hallus a
boook
i'
'and,
'is
year.
An' boooks, what's boooks? thou knaws thebbe naither 'ere nor theer.
VI.
An' the
gells,
he towd
That
'is
it
taail
down
they hedn't
naw
taails, an'
the lawyer
me
were soa tied up es he couldn't cut
a tree
to
I,
be sewer
haates 'em,
my
lass,
muck
o' the
152
OR,
THE ENTAIL.
vn.
An'
the wust
all o'
in
'is
i'
the parish
wi'
hoffens a drop
eye.
o'
awn
ridin-erse
to 'ersen,
men,
new
While
cloathes.
athurt
An'
'is
'is
'is
glasses
noase.
it
couldn't be
scroob'd awaay.
Fur atween
'is
up a box
in a daay.
An'
'e
wi'
1
'is
gun,
Qwl.
'e
'e
THE ENTAIL.
Charlie
An'
OR,
'is
153
leaved
it
to
'e
'e
son,
'is
For
'e warn'i-
kind
But
to
it
an'
didn't take
like;
gie fur a
I ears es 'e'd
pound
'e
moor.
An'
'e
gied
coom
to
knaw'd
be poor;
be fear'd fur to
tell
tha 'ow
much
fur
'e
digg'd up a loomp
i'
brown
An'
'e
gowd
An'
'e
o' the
bowt
shaame
But
'e
little
to
good
Queen,
statutes all-naakt an'
which was a
be seen;
bill,
to owt,
1
Filthy.
nor
'e
154
An'
'e
niver
OR,
THE ENTAIL.
an' boooks, as
vm.
'em
Thaw
all clear,
hed none
of 'er
darters 'ere;
all es
me,
An' sarvints runn'd in an' out, an'
off ens
we hed 'em
to tea.
Lawk! 'ow
laugh'd
when
Missis's waays,
some
o'
the lasses.
tell
tha
like
'er
derken'd
my
I'll
they niver
An' Squire
'e
smiled an'
'e
OR,
THE ENTAIL.
smiled
till
155
'e'd gotten a
fright at last,
An'
foller'd sa fast;
meek
as a
'Lad, thou
o'
'is
mouse,
mun
'ull
goa
to the 'Ouse,
Fur
I finds es I
'elp
An'
if
me
be that
i'
a bit.
mysen
may
saave
yit.'
X.
But Charlie
'e
'e sets
back
'is ears,
goa
by the
taail an'
be dang'd
if
156
Coom! coom!
feyther,'
says,
'e
THE ENTAIL.
OR,
boooks be sowd?
I
soom
hears es
weight
i'
o'
thy boooks
mebbe worth
their
gowd.'
XI.
Heaps
to the Squire,
But the
kindle the
Sa moast on
'is
i'
the middle to
fire;
fetch'd nigh to
nowt
at the saale,
And
off
'is taail.
xn.
Ya wouldn't
'e
cious at 'oam,
coamb
THE ENTAIL.
OR,
157
farmer's aale,
Mad
an'
wouldn't cut
'e
off
the taail.
xm.
Thou*s coom'd oop by the beckj and a thurn be
a-grawin' theer,
I niver
ha seed
it
Maay
es I see'd it
to-year
and
it
gied
me
a scare
tother night,
Fur
thowt
it
i'
it
loookt sa white.
*Billy,'
says
'e,
'hev a joomp!'
thaw
Fur he ca'd
'is 'erse
wur awry;
But Billy
'is
fell
neck,
bakkuds
Charlie
'e
brok
158
OR,
THE ENTAIL.
i'
the beck.
XIV.
Sa
'is taail
wur
lost an'
'is
'is
'e
oop
smiled an'
'is
'e
smiled, but
niver not
'ead:
naw
'e
'e
friend,
XV.
call,
But
rattled
THE ENTAIL.
159
ovvd Squire
the wood,
i'
An'
mou'ds
OR,
coom
to
naw good.
XVI.
hofficer
lad,
bad
o'
one
she niver
none
we naamed her
i'
ony harm
i'
the legs.
them heggs.
fro' the
craadle as big
as a cow,
1
Ungainly, awkward.
i'
the
mouth
i6o
mun
OR,
hammergrate,^
lass,
'A hignorant
Has
my
me
afoor
my awn
faace
plaace,
fur
sa
onyhow
a maate
awn
THE ENTAIL.
howd,
knaws
that
mooch
o' shea, es it
beant not
fit
to
be
towd!
xvn.
Sa
kindly ov
it
to
saay
Es
Fur, lawks!
'ow
cried
me
'er 'and,
an' our
Emigrate.
'is gells
es be-
But
OR,
THE ENTAIL.
i6i
twenty year.
xvra.
Hugger-mugger they
all;
to please,
Till I gied
es tha seeas;
An'
1'
my
it
at
Willis's farm,
o' the
wine
tweant
do tha naw
harm.
XIX.
owd
'is taail
Squire's gone;
iLard.
62
OR,
THE ENTAIL.
my
nightcap wur
on;
Sa
yit, fur
he coom'd
last
night sa laate
Pluksh!
!Mhe
hens
i'
the peas!
why
didn't tha
A cry
passing fowl.
to scare tres-
THE CHILDREN'S
IN
HOSPITAL.
EMMIE.
Our
him
before,
But he sent a
chill to
my
heart
when
in at the door.
Harsh red
big merciless
hands
He
him
to save
64
And
that
and so
I
red,
And mangle
on the dead.
the living
dog
that
that
ever such
things should be
n.
am
sure that
some
of our children
would die
But for the voice of Love, and the smile, and the
comforting eye
its
place
it
was
all
but a hope-
less case
it
made up
And he
his
said to
more
'All the
165
it
and
mind,
me
little
of your care.'
more need,'
Lord
Jesus in prayer;
They
are
all as
all
my own
and
'Ay,
broken bone ?
Then he mutter' d
'
know
that
AH
very well
his
day.'
m.
Had ?
has
it
come ?
It
It will
come
by and by.
how could
I serve in
world were a
lie ?
the wards
if
i66
How
could
smells of disease
But that
He
said *Ye
do
it
to me,
when ye do
it
to
these'
IV.
So he went.
And we
Here
is
little
meek
maid;
Empty you
her so
see just
now
much
prettiest prattle,
it
often
moved me
to
tears.
found in a child
of her years
to
send her
How
i(>>j
'em hours
They
that can
Lord are
Little guess
after hours!
wander
at will
reveal'
of the field;
Flowers to these
know
'spirits in prison
'
of the spring,
an Angel's wing;
And
Wan, but
as pretty as heart
her at
rest.
so
Quietly sleeping
little
Nurse,
thro'
quiet,
dear,
must do
it,
I fear.'
it
live
i68
V.
Then
was there.
VI.
Never since
so vext
Emmie had
heard him.
from her
*He
says
shall I
it,
Annie, what
do?'
Annie consider'd.
the wise
little
Annie,
'was you,
I
Emmie, you
It's all in the
come
to
for,
see.
me."
'
that
you gave
169
his knees.)
and
*Yes,
I will,' said
Emmie,
'but then
if
call to
the Lord,
How
should he
in the
know
ward
that it's
me? such
a lot of beds
for Annie.
and said:
*
leave 'em
him
so
much
to see to
but,
Emmie, you
tell
plain,
terpane.
'
vn.
had
by the child
My
more.
I felt I
could do
it
no
I70
That was
my sleeping-night,
would
but
thought that
pass.
on the
And
never
it
clatter of hail
glass,
there was a
phantom cry
about.
The motherless
bleat of a
darkness without;
My sleep was
ful knife
And
Then
And
me and
the doctor
scarce would
life;
by
Emmie who
morning
it
smiled.
came
at his hour,
and we went
to see
to the child.
vm.
He
tools:
we believed her
171
counterpane;
is
done
Ah why
should
we
care
The Lord
of the children
had heard
her,
and
Emmie
DEDICATORY
ALICE.
Dead
on
True
life, live
Born
of true life
From
The
and
and
earthly love
if
that,
which lived
if
and
life
if
what we
call
then perhaps
From
and
thine
own
State,
Thy
and
all
March morn
this
that sees
Break
thro' the
And
May
172
tell
ALICE.
Dying
Borne on thy
coffin
where
is
he can swear
May
deeds
in the East?
I lay
173
Banner
banner of
cry!
Lucknow
Shot thro' the
staff
we
raised
thee anew,
And
ever
upon
land blew.
174
Eng-
175
n.
Women
us,
God
Hold
it
we might
and
at most.
'Never surrender,
his post
man
die at
*
!
whom we
Cold were
him
'Every
his
we
laid
man
'
Death from
their rifle-bullets,
their
cannon-balls,
at our
176
Death
to the dying,
often there
and wounds
wounded,
to the
for
fell,
crashing thro'
it,
their
Death
men were
were among
us, their
marks-
bullets
would
Death
at the
of a street,
and death
Mine?
yes,
in the
a mine!
and creep
of the
mosque and
the palace,
ground
Countermine!
down,
down?
the revolver in
hand
177
the
murderous mole
Quiet, ah
wait
quiet
till
be thro'
Click with the pick, coming nearer and nearer again
than before
Now
let it
is
And
fire,
no more
ever
upon
land blew 1
m.
Ay, but the foe sprung his mine
many
times,
and
it
chanced on a day
Soon
underground thunderclap
echo'd away.
Dark
thro' the
like so
many
upon
VOL.
IV.
yell
178
Fiercely on
all
What have
fell.
Out yonder.
it?
is
enemy
at the Water-gate!
storm, and
it
ran
all
round
us, as
ocean on every
side
is
daily devour'd
by the tide
So many thousands that
shall
if
who
escape?
know we
are
and men
at their leaders
their
masses are
Backward they
wave
fling-
last
not subdue;
And
ever
upon
land blew.
179
IV.
Handful of men
as
in heart
and in limb,
Strong with the strength of the race to
command,
to
obey, to endure,
Each
of us fought as
if
hope
hung but
on him;
Still
could we
watch at
all
points?
we were every
us,
that past
if
unawares
Every
man
us at last
Better to
fall
into theirs
in a
the
enemy
So
Rifleman, true
hand be
Sharp
as true
the
is
is
fire
of assault, better
flank fusillades
Twice do we
hurl
them
to earth
to
shelter
we
drive
And
ever
upon
land blew.
V.
earth-
quake out-tore
Clean from our lines of defence ten or twelve good
paces or more.
Rifleman, high on the roof, hidden there from the
light of the sun
One has
leapt
me, follow
me
'
he
falls
down goes
Had
he.
Boardings and
Now
make way
fire,
who can
tell
but
won?
rafters
for the
double-charge
we
i8i
it
and they
and
doors
an
embrasure
It is
charged and
gun
with grape
run.
Thanks
faithful
who
and few,
us,
slew.
VI.
Men
will forget
We
can
what we
fight
But to be soldier
night
suffer
all
all
thro' the
82
assault,
our
sallies, their
lying
alarms,
soundings to arms.
fifty
that
had
to
be done by
five,
left
alive.
its
traitorous death
holes around.
its coffinless
corpse to be laid in
the ground,
Heat
like the
mouth
skies.
Stench of old
offal
flies.
May blowing
over an Eng-
lish field.
wound
that
would not
be heal'd.
Lopping away
knife,
of
the
limb by the
pitiful-pitiless
for
183
it
life.
Valour of delicate
Horror of
women
in
travail
among
the dying
and
dead,
Grief for our perishing children, and never a
moment
for grief.
Havelock
baffled, or beaten, or
butcher'd for
relief,
all
that
we knew
night, day
ballsBut ever upon the topmost roof our banner of England blew.
vn.
Hark cannonade,
by the scout.
fusillade
is
it
true
84
their
way through
the
mutineers?
is
ears!
All
women and
chil-
good
fusileers.
Dance
to the
you?
pibroch
is it
saved
we
are saved
is
it
you?
Heaven
ing of
'Hold
it
seven
And
'
we have held
it
for eighty-
England blew.
SIR
My
To
take
I
I
me
me somewhere
hereabout
trow
am
For
But
God
emptier than a
with
is
me
friar's brains;
in this wilderness,
And God's
would
Not now
free air,
and hope
of better things.
knew
their speech;
hope
to
do
it
not
some
185
now
to glean,
scatter' d ears,
SIR
86
Some
But,
bread,
Wales
wagg'd
They
fluent in
crowd;
'Bara
'
what use
to the
it
is
here
I speak,
'Dim
Had
No
fault of
He
might be kindlier
Not
mine.
thou
little
Bethlehem
Nor thou
Who
whilome spakest
About the
soft
to the
South in Greek
Mediterranean shores.
SIR
And
Must
Yet
art
to talk
our
isle.
fulfilling Pentecost,
thou thine
own
the world.
all
What did he
My
187
frighted Wiclif-preacher
whom
say.
crost
field
Why
there? they
Some
cried on
came
Cobham, on
me
a host.
the
Then
nor voice
him
as
it
And burn'd
Labels
but to call
traitors.
men
traitors
SIR
88
of Lancaster,
Red
Now
Redder
somewhere
If
in the North, as
Rumour sang
By
firth
That were
my
So to
this
Once my
king
help his
To
allegiance due.
own from
He
my
dead.
d, doubtless
my
life
to learn
Who
What
to foreign war.
Back
common-sense should
Urge him
I
my
nay, murder'
cleaved
fast friend
To
Our
rose, there
to the pure
had he will'd
my
friend
Richard IL
him.
find
SIR
189
He
leans
make him
title
on Antichrist; or
feel so frail,
mind,
that his
all
in the rut, a
Burnt
good
my
Burnt too,
the
Sir
of this world,
to the Priest.
to thy
two witnesses
Cry
kingdoms
coward
Two nay
while
light,
of
human
sacrifice.
against whom?
Him, who should bear
Of
Justice
Who
My
what!
Who
the sword
in many
him
merry
tale
I90
SIR
Friars, absolution-sellers,
when
And
nunneries,
Had
monkeries
Harry
Or Amurath
Summoners,
at Pardoners,
of
Monmouth,
of the East?
Better to sink
Thy
Thy
Thy comrade
And
thy shame,
fling
fits
and mine,
Burnt, burnt
Dooms
The
and
and while
this
mitred Arundel
Sworn
molten
As holy Paul
Among
a shame
the heathen
to speak of
them
SIR
191
Sanctuary granted
yea him
Who hacks his mother's throat denied
To
Who
to
him,
mother tongue.
The Gospel,
to
down
The
God
who
will
Ah
To
all
to swine
come,
meant
Rather than
so, if
it so.
Pass in the
Lord,
fire
of
Babylon
To
but
thee,
long,
is
how
how long
My
Here
dead wood,
and
me
here.
a Cross
knees.
drawn
Rather
By
this
SIR
192
And speaking
No Latin He
Eh! how
To
And
By
God's work,
I said,
me
(My good
holier.
this
that thirsteth,
friend
'Images?
'
'Heresy.
Do penance
Not
Good
let
God
in his heart,
me and my God?
repent,
hears him.
'What
'
man
'Fast,
'
profits
'Heresy
an
ill
Priest
No, not
(My
nay,
Between
Penance?'
to
an Apostle.'
friend
is
'Heresy.'
long in coming.)
'Pilgrimages?
'
Who
reads
of
'Heresy'
begging
saints
in
Scripture
'
SIR
Have
Bread
left after
That was
their
the blessing?
main
'
how
test-question
'He
His
flesh in bread,
Then
193
'Bread
they stared,
glared
and now
He
at
me
veils
together.'
God's body!'
Archbishop,
Bishop,
Priors,
of the keys
'
'
'Authority
Then
I,
God
of the Church,
help me,
And
myself and
fell
from evenness.
venom
of world-wealth
God pardon
the world yea, that proud
Poisoners, murderers.
all
Well
That
traitor to
VOL. IV.
all
utter Antichrist,
the truth,
Priest,
194
SIR
Who
rose and
doom'd me
to the fire.
Amen!
Nay,
Be by me
in
my
life
death.
Those three
Was
On
like the
fhe??i
Son
of
God
had not
past.
Caiaphas-Arundel
turn?
He
here again,
He
He
And doom'd
to
they.
this
the fourth
burn
to Himself,
alive.
as
much
as this,
Or some
less cause,
some cause
The moth
Her
How
is less
far lesb
than mine;
than mine.
and singed
return,
now,
my
soul,
we do not heed
the fire?
SIR
Faint-hearted? tut!
faint-stomach'd!
God
willing, I will
faint as I
195
am,
Who comes?
A
Friend?
set
upon my head.
Nay, but
my
Thou
friend.
knew
None?
then!
thee not.
it
am damn'd
fifty
hours.
No
My
bread.
friends await
Up
Lead on then.
Not
I
am
For
Climb
far.
the
first
me yonder?
mountain?
Is it far?
must
1
live to testify
He
Yes.
by
fire.^
COLUMBUS.
Chains,
my good
Some wonder
We
lord
at our
Whom
isles of gold.
the king
read
chamber ornaments.
Does
off
to visit
him
At Barcelona
tho'
So bearded.
Yes.
To meet me,
roar'd
Bad me be
The
The
my name;
seated, speak,
story of
The crowd's
my
and
roar
fell as at
them
I
all
spoke
the 'Peace, be
196
still
COLUMBUS.
And when
197
And
knelt,
and
In praise to
And
lifted
God who
tears,
me
chains
Of Spain than
Who
East,
the
And saw
him
and
sail'd the
Mountain
Dragon's mouth.
of the World,
Chains
we
Hath sign'd
it
Of the Ocean
Our
chains for
We
to the kings
title,
for ever.
Ferdinand
of the IndiesAdmirals we
to yield.
COLUMBUS.
19^
for
The
all
what we did,
earth
sphere.
We
all
No.
Spain,
morning-star to the
No
guess-work
Some thought
King David
it
it,
full
round of
was certain of
my
truth.
goal
Some
That
Walk'd
The
could
like the
fly
it
fell
flat
be
upward,
men
COLUMBUS.
199
Two Adams,
my
And
chiefly to
And
thought to turn
Once more
to
beaten back,
my
Were
mother
of our Lord,
Not
On my
Of my
The
yet
not
first
first
all
last
never swerved
of heresy,
came
to do.
night a dream
I sail'd
The compass,
like
an old friend
false at last
COLUMBUS.
200
Still
The
The carven
staff
On Guanahani
San Salvador
Grew
and
but
it,
I call'd it;
as I gazed,
at length
and the
light
fair
That Indian
isle,
The
saw
Thro'
all
the
jasper, sapphire,
Pearl
I
am
and
To walk
own Book
gates.
I shall
die
of Life
To mind me
but no
of the secret
vow
made
dream
to
me
COLUMBUS.
When
Moor
I strove
Two
friars
crying that
if
if
of Christ;
whereon
Whatever wealth
my
vow'd
prayer.
A new
And
Gold?
If left
am
free the
thrall.
alone
been a Moor,
And
And
Or
And
cast
it
to the
Moor
but
had
brought
all
COLUMBUS.
202
The gold
Would
that
me
have not
The
flies at
And cloud
home,
that ever
for
swarm about
you know
murmur down
these outbuzz'd me so
To
judge between
Fonseca
They
my
slander' d self
my main enemy
sent
me
of weight
and worth
and me
at their court,
who sack'd
My
dwelling, seized
My
all
COLUMBUS.
Drove
me and my good
brothers
203
home
in chains,
a single piece
Weigh'd nigh four thousand Castillanos so
They
me weigh'd him down into the abysm
And
tell
The hurricane
The
of the latitude
on him
fell,
Him
frailer caravel,
to the shore.
And God
Hath more than glimmer' d on me.
I
swear to you
The thunders
*0
O my
lord,
in the black
Veragua nights,
Have
till
Endure
was
'
it
otherwise
men
COLUMBUS.
204
And more
all
Fear not.
I
know
am
'
And
I shall
me
all
my
life,
my
lord,
Cast
off,
his followers,
Flower into fortune our world's way and
The
first
to
And
I
all
discoverer starves
can
call
mine own,
open'd
to the
lust,
Pour'd in on
all
I,
COLUMBUS.
205
Some dead
Some
of hunger,
over-labour' d,
some beneath
some by
their
the scourge,
own
hands,
kill
Ah God,
whom we
found
In Hispaniola's island-Paradise!
Who
And we have
And
sent
them very
fiends
from Hell;
the way.
And own
Rome.
'
But who could dream that we, who bore the Cross
Thither, were
excommunicated
there.
COLUMBUS.
2o6
By him,
Rome's.Vicar
Than any
Pardon
You
And
believe
of our truth to
to us for a longer
Spain
term
I will
am
Own
who
in our Indies?
my
my
bed,
grave.
perchance
me
To
lay
Or
in
some shrine
I
leave to Spain.
mean
'
the chains?'
COLUMBUS.
Who
Bound
these
Which he unchain'd
O Queen
And
purgatory,
As they do
Is here
anon
Ablier than
my
You
And
ready
Who
fain
him
tho' our
till
him and
his
and condoned
the death.
wept with
tell
Who
word.
fevers, fights.
at,
loyal to
last
shipwrecks, famines,
Mutinies, treacheries wink'd
am
me
One
will not.
Hidalgos
son
That
my
Stay,
life
much
moment.
Whose
I suffer all as
for the
Heaven who
of
207
my
first
voyage.
me when
I return' d in chains,
COLUMBUS.
2o8
Who
sits
To whom
She
is
gone
Rack'd
my
send
as I
am
tell
I,
Am
ready to
And
readier,
One
last
And
save the
sail forth
if
the
King would
voyage.
hear, to lead
am
thrall.
Somewhat perhaps
am
last
Going?
on one
in
IRISH LEGEND.
A.D.
7OO.)
dead
But
gather'd
my
would
Each
of
them look'd
like a king,
in
birth as in worth,
And each
of
Each was
song,
And each
of
them
liefer
another a wrong.
VOL.
IV.
209
2TO
He
lived
THE VOYAGE OF
MA ELD UNE.
on an
ocean
isle
in the
we
sail'd
on a
Friday morn
He
that
ii\nd
had
slain
we came
my father the
day before
was born.
and there on
m.
And we came
we never had
touch'd at before,
Where
And
on
mountain
walls,
up beyond
sight,
211
And
there flicker' d a
it
songless lark,
And
and the
bull couldn't
And round
we went, and
it
thro'
it,
mur, a breath
It
was
And we
was
all of it
quiet as death,
whenever we
for
Isle,
strove to speak
fainter than
any
flitter-
mouse-shriek;
And
the
men
that were
it
they to be
dumb'd by
the
charm
so
fluster'd with
They almost
away.
fell
after
we
sail'd
212
IV.
And we came
we landed, a
human
voices
and words;
Once
in
an
hour
their
voices peal'd
The
steer fell
down
from the
field,
And
the
men
at the
harv^est
died
And
And
Till they
my
crew.
we could not
stay,
saw that
left the
dead
to the birds
and we
213
sail
d with
And we came
met us out on
breath
the seas,
sat
each on
And
cliffs,
And
Starr 'd
lus
And
hung;
mountain was
lilies
in
lieu of snow.
And
below
Thro' the
fire
gorse,
Of millions
of the tulip
of
214
And
down from
the peak
Swept
like a torrent of
gems from
of the sea;
And we
roll'd
upon capes
of crocus
And we
wallow' d in beds of
lilies,
triumph of Finn,
Till each like a
to feet
middle-day heat.
And we
that
And we
we hated
the isle
was mute.
tore
them
And we
Isle, as
in bight
left
away.
215
VI.
And we came
the cliffs
all
round from
And
the
warm melon
on the tawny
sand,
And
the
fig
land.
And
the
mountain arose
Glowing with
all-colour' d
masses of pear.
And
the crimson
and
vine.
fruit
was the
poisonous
pleasure of wine;
And
And
were seen,
2i6
And
of
all
utterest shame,
And
setting,
aflame;
And we
stay'd three
madden'd,
His sword on
till
days,
And
myself,
sparely,
and fought
till I
Then
my
father's death,
and we
sail'd away.
vn.
And we came
we were
lured by
fire to
the North-
ern Star;
isle
zi-j
man
in
a mortal affright;
We
and so crazed
fruits
that at last
we had gorged,
and away we
fire;
and we past
isle,
is
clearer
bliss,
what a
than air
Down we
Paradise there
Towers
of a happier time,
deep
Silent palaces, quiet fields of eternal sleep
And
whate'er
and best
of
my
people,
could say,
sea,
trembled away.
vm.
And we came
to the
Bounteous
Isle,
2i8
And
dawn from
ever at
sunbright hand,
Then
it
Bread enough
for his
at the side of
each man, as
rest,
need
till
it
and
thro'
it.
never was
time so good
And we
And we gazed
at the
wandering wave as we
sat
by the
gurgle of springs.
And we chanted
the
songs
of
the Bards
and the
But
at length
stretch
Till
For there
Isle
to
be weary,
to sigh,
and
to
and yawn.
we hated
hand
we began
of the dawn,
to
playing at
ball,
219
and we took
to
And we took
to
perilous play,
battle
was in
us,
we
slew and
we
sail'd away.
And we
and heard
their
musical cry
Xome
to us,
sky
Dashing the
fires
of
dawn on
the
beautiful shapes,
And
a hundred ranged
on the rock
birds in a row,
And
a hundred
the wrecks
220
And
But
knew we should
on each
and
hastily
Double
fall
other,
sail'd away.
And we came
Towers,
One was
of smooth-cut stone,
one carved
all
over with
flowers,
And
with clashing of
And
bells.
wrangled in vain,
And
boom
was on
us,
and
all
took sides
more
And
221
were
God
peal'd over us
all
the day,
we
sail'd
who had
sail'd
and
after
away.
XI.
And we came
with
He had
Brendan
of yore,
were
And
St.
on the
Isle
and
his winters
fifteen score.
his voice
And
beard
And he
fell to
and
his white
be
this pur-
his feet.
let
pose of thine
Remember
"Vengeance
is
mine
"
!
222
His
war or in single
strife,
Thy
Thy
had
father
murder
Go back
how long
shall the
last?
to the Isle of
Finn and
be
Past.'
And we
we heard him
as
And
the
Holy man he
and we pray'd
pray,
assoil'd us,
and sadly we
sail'd
away.
xn.
And we came
there
The man
let
him
and the
I
had
slain
my
father.
sin,
Isle of
be.
weary was
When
to the Isle
Finn.
my men, on
the
DE PROFUNDIS:
THE TWO GREETINGS.
Out
of the deep,
Where
all that
my
was
Waste dawn
Out
of multitudinous-eddying light
of the deep,
Thro'
And
all this
And nine
With
my
this last
Touch'd with
moon,
Whose
in lineament
and prophet
face
this crescent
earth's light
life.
and limb
of the perfect
man;
in one,
DE PROFUNDIS.
224
May
bless thee as
we
bless thee,
men
young
life
The
motion
may
lives
of haste
And
last in
By quiet
To
fields,
that last
man;
full
fall,
a slowly-dying power,
still.
II.
Out
of the deep,
From
the Spirit of
of the deep,
From
Whereon
Out
my
my
God moves
as he will
we
see.
DE PROFUNDIS.
Whereof our world
Out
is
With
this ninth
Down yon
dark
moon,
sea,
'Let us
From
that
Drew
to this shore
In thine
Of
lit
is
art
thou
that
man can
look upon,
That thou
And
one light no
the shadows.
all
hidden sun
And
225
this divisible-indivisible
Among
world
the numerable-innumerable
In finite-infinite
And
shatter' d
Who made
Out
of
VOL.
Time
our mortal
phantom
of that infinite
One,
veil
all
in all
DE PROFUNDIS.
226
Live thou
And
ivyberry, choose;
From death
and
still
depart
and
life,
and
find
this
the finite-infinite.
act
DE PROFUNDIS,
227
Halleluiah!
Infinite Ideality!
Immeasurable Reality!
Infinite Personality!
Halleluiah
n.
for
We
feel
we
are nothing
We
feel
we
are something
all is
Thou and
in
Thee;
come from
Thee;
We know we
are nothing
PREFATORY SONNET
TO THE 'nineteenth CENTURY.'
Those
that of late
had
fleeted far
now
and
To touch
all shores,
Of others
Have
Our
fast
moon
will
of daffodil
Of hoar high-templed
Their
lot
And some
If
men
TO THE REV.
W. H. BROOKFIELD.
How
oft
How
oft the
Would echo
How
Who
him we paced
of
of
walk of limes.
Now
humorous-melancholy mark.
is it
SkiSs ovap
God
that
You man
Our
Mary's chimes!
Dead
St.
oft with
Him,
mouth my rhymes.
so well to
best,
dream
bless you.
life,
it
so?
away!
looks so dark:
of a shadow, go
I shall join
you in a day.
rest.
MONTENEGRO.
They
They kept
on the height,
And
fails,
By thousands down
smallest
the crags
among peoples
Of Freedom
and
rough rock-throne
Of Turkish Islam
Great Tsernogora
for five
hundred
swarm
years.
own
Has breathed
TO VICTOR HUGO.
Victor in Drama, Victor in Romance,
Cloud-weaver of phantasmal hopes and
French
of the French,
and Lord
of
fears,
human
tears;
Beyond our
strait, their
all
that
would advance,
of years
of
France
Who
so they say;
know
not
England,
Will
And
I,
France,
ere
all
man
to
Yield thee
full
To younger England
be
in the
full
boy
courtesy
my
son.
TRANSLATIONS, ETC.
BATTLE OF BRUNANBURH.
Constantinus,
King of
to Athelstan, allied
Edmund
year 937.
I.
Athelstan King,
Lord among
Earls,
Bracelet-bestower and
Baron of Barons,
He
Edmund
Atheling,
Gaining a lifelong
Glory in
1 I
have more or
lation of this
battle,
less availed
poem
in the
myself of
my
1876).
235
236
BATTLE OF BRUNANBURH.
Slew with the sword-edge
There by Brunanburh,
Brake the shield-wall,
Hew'd
the lindenwood,^
Hack'd
the battleshield,
n.
Got from
their Grandsires
enemies
homes.
in.
Bow'd
the spoiler,
Doom'd
1
to the death.
Shields of lindenwood.
BATTLE OF BRUNANBURH.
All the field with blood of the fighters
first
the great
Sun-star of morningtide,
Lamp
Lord
of the
everlasting,
Lord God
till
to his setting.
IV.
Men
javelin,
of the Northland
Weary
We
of war.
Long
as the daylight
Lasted, in companies
237
338
that
stone,
Fiercely
we hack'd
VI.
Hard was
his hand-play,
Those
Weltering waters
Drew
to this island
Doom'd
to the death.
vn.
on the
war-field,
numberless numbers,
BATTLE OF BRUNANBURH.
239
vm.
Then
Few were
it,
his following.
Saving his
life
on the fallow
flood.
EX.
Hoar-headed hero
X.
He
to
be proud of
The welcome
He
that
was
of war-knives
reft of his
it,
240
BATTLE OF BRUNANBURH,
Fallen in conflict,
Mangled
to "morsels,
youngster in war
XI.
He
to
The
be glad of
And
He
spurner of treaties
With armies
so
broken
On
places of slaughter
The
struggle of standards.
The
BATTLE OF BRUNANBURH.
The
241
The wielding
The play
weapons
of
The children
Edward.
of
XII.
Then with
their nail'd
prows
Blood-redden'd
relic of
Javelins over
The
Shamed
again,
in their souls.
xm.
Also the brethren,
Went
to his
in his glory.
own
in his
own West-Saxonland,
VOL.
Lit.
IV.
'
Dublin.
242
BATTLE OF BRUNANBURH.
XIV.
Many
Many
a livid one,
many
a sallow-skin
it,
Gave
to the garbaging
That gray
war-hawk
to gorge
XV.
Such
as old writers
Have
writ of in histories
Hapt
in this
Up
isle,
since
and
it,
it,
and
and
BATTLE OF BRUNANBURH.
Haughty war-workers who
Harried the Welshman, when
Earls that were lured by the
Hunger
Hold
of glory gat
of the land.
243
So saying, light-foot
Then
The
Iris
Her fringed
aegis,
and around
his
head
The
And from
it
pass'd away.
off
From
their
Their
fires
own
see,
city,
girt
by
heaven
foes,
in grievous
waj
Flies streaming,
May
city goes to
and
if
sail to
245
The Achaeans
honouring
far
word-
away
For
Blown by
when a trumpet
shrills,
And when
troubled,
^akides
the Trojans,
all their
hearts
knowing
The
chariots backward,
And
To
griefs at
hand;
fire
made
it
burn.
And
there
Among
their spears
and
allies;
chariots.
YOU
and
light to the
King
till
he
past away
From
He saw
King
He
he
blest
her: the
blind
SIR
JOHN FRANKLIN.
ON THE CENOTAPH
Not
IN
WEST^HNSTER ABBEY.
Heroic
sailor-soul,
Toward no
earthly pole.
now
TO DANTE.
(written at request of the FLORENTINES.)
own
the
crown
of Italy,
riRESIAS
TO
Old
Fitz
E.
Where once
Glance
FITZGERALD.
at the
grange,
And
greet
it
Whom
yet- 1
Or on your head
As
if
they
knew your
Whatever moved
flit,
diet spares
Who
live
And once
Your
at first
To
tried
table of Pythagoras,
And seem'd
Then
weeks
float
fell
'a.
it;
thing enskied
'
airy-light
TO
252
Chill'd,
One
night
FITZGERALD.
E.
till I
when
And
set
And
me climbing
glaciers, over
To meet me
lost,
icy capes
which there
roll'd
Of Eshcol hugeness;
To mould
That Lenten
Who
Than which
know no
version done
Which
cast
it,
letters,
Two
am
still alive.
nearing seventy-four,
And
the rest.
And
all
so
at seventy- five,
Of greeting; and
my
son,
who
dipt
TO
E.
FITZGERALD.
253
With sallow
And
dating
Has
My
hit
Fitz,
on
this,
a year ago,
which you
and welcome,
Less for
Of one
scraps of manuscript,
many
its
know
When,
in our younger
And
as I
own than
will take
more pleasure
in
London
my
days,
rhymes.
in your praisCo
TIRESIAS.
I
w^SH
itself
Ruddy
and woke
These
thro'
eyes,
now
dull,
sight,
My
all
they saw,
flame of sacrifice.
fate to
man
human
prayer,
The
of
whom
still
thou
art,
who found
still'd
fathers call'd
A
When
me,
As mine
is
me
yearn
TIRE SIAS.
255
Which
rolls the
heavens, and
lifts,
man
and
my
Then, in
wanderings
all
Have heard
Was more
the
To
God.
sun
Of
my wont
the
till its
myriad
rose
falls
term
Following a torrent
Found
five-fold thy
saw
The
fixt
on mine,
till
TIRESIAS.
256
For
ever,
and
And speak
Behind
this darkness, I
Beyond
all
work
Beyond
all
dreams
behold her
of those
as
it
whom,
were, perforce,
The power
flash'
but
me
not,
to
Of blindness and
And heard
at a glance,
upon me
of prophesying
No power so
still,
Godlike womanhood,
of
And
who
their unbelief,
when
earthquake,
Shrine-shattering
who heard
fire,
flood,
thunder-
bolt.
And
And
angers of the
Gods
expiation lack'd
Theirs, or
mine own
For blood,
for war,
for evil
done
no power on Fate,
for
when
whose
issue
civil outbreak,
when
The madness
knew
the twain
of our cities
My
rIRE SIAS.
Was
My
257
all ?
all
Led backward
to the tyranny of
one ?
And
The
To some
Who
past
forth,
great citizen,
it,
and
win
In vain!
Virtue must shape
Whom
itself in
Too
can hear
gates,
of
war
bits.
Of
to
powder
Stony showers
walls.
Above, below,
and gates
TIRESIAS.
258
The
city
of joy,
maidens, wives,
the dawn,
night.
And
And
These eyeless
eyes, that
See
this, that
The saving
To me,
Is war,
of our
the great
Thebes;
God
and human
Blood-red from
With stormy
sacrifice
himself
battle, spear
and helmet
on a mast
light as
lies
for, yesternight,
tipt
at sea.
Thy Thebes
shall fall
The seed
Cadmus
of
and
if
yet
one
if
one of these
of these
'
My
No
sound
And
is
son,
to conciliate, as their
Nobly
to do,
nobly to die.
Their names.
Heard
And
Far thro'
all years,
TIRESIAS.
And
To mould
it
Be
259
to
end well
best
if life's
end
this,
men
Thou, one of
No
stone
Nor
in this
the lips
in
shall not
thine
if
thou dare
Cadmus
then
pavement but
To
but
Heard from
is fitted
Whose echo
To
move
shall
name
battle-plain.
murmur
thee
stand
Firm-based with
all
her Gods.
tell
it,
altar-fashion' d,
where of
that
smooth rock
late
whom
fierce beast
Dead
in her rage
found
TIRESIAS.
26o
Tho' young,
Of
Pallas, hear,
Believe
Thy
speak
it,
let
thine
own hand
strike
Thy
and
thou
Send no such
light
upon
the ways of
stars
men
my
son,
and there
maiden
love,
life.
He
one warm
tear fall
upon
Gone
it.
would that
And mingled
On whom
The
faces of the
Gods
Here trampled by
rest.
flash
The men
my
The shadowy
lion,
Again
golden lyre
find
TIRE SIAS.
261
Is ever
On
one
grateful incense-fume
odour
all
to the
Gods
one far-shining
far height in
fire.
And
For
while
fancied that
If I
The
fire'
friend
would require
my
his
deem
it
judgment
well,
over nice
Broke on
my Pagan
Paradise,
And mixt
the
dream
And
the
phantoms
all
With present
grief,
of classic times
of the dream,
Who down
the highway
Gone
Of friendship
By
late,
moving on
past, in sleep,
away
TIRESIAS.
262
What
life,
Our
silent,
And him
dawn on
all
earth
be
toil to
maim'd by
so
living out?
Remembering
Now
twilight
what barren
day
clearer
night,
Not mine
were worth
to
me
the last;
and laying
flowers,
And
praying
that,
My
when
him
from hence
into the
unknown,
May
THE WRECK.
to the
church
of old,
I
am
I cling to the
that saves.
My
brain
is full
of waves,
My life
I
am
itself is
a wreck,
waif of shame,
I
am
And
would
flee
would make
my
life
one prayer
in his sin,
263
died
THE WRECK.
264
I
your
I will sit at
you
feet, I will
hide
my
all.
n.
He
me
to,
innocent bride
I
his pride
and
dark-visaged,
tall
man
his anger
princelier-looking
hall.
him
the nay?
man
to
be loved by the
if
And
And
doat on
Or
is
the blight.
at night;
He would open
prized,
and
toss
them
was drawn.
my nature
THE WRECK.
The word
of the Poet
by
whom
265
are stirr'd,
The music
that robes
it
in language beneath
and be-
My
Shelley would
fall
from
my
contemptuous glance
and Finance;
My
hands,
when
I fail'd to
strove to
and there
please
Lost,
head and
consol,
And
at
heart, in
and share
home
if
woman and
His formal
weak.
snow on the
cheek
And
so,
in
He
when
my
bore him a
girl,
when
held
it
aloft
joy,
look'd at
coldly,
it
and said
to
me
'Pity
it
isn't
boy.'
to
love
and
to live for,
glanced at in scorn
The
child that
I felt I
basely born
as
if
she were
THE WRECK,
266
I
life,
tomb
The
By
heart
gloom;
threw myself
the
my
all
abroad
would play
my part
with
young
and
caught the
m.
Mother,
have not
babbled of
me
all
but a dwarf
was he.
And
all
first,
With
pity
look'd at him,
askance
not he
amorous
girl's
romance
Tho' wealthy enough
to
dowerless smile.
Having lands
Indian
But
at
in a rich West-
isle;
tening crowd
Why, what
aloud
he was seated
speaking
THE WRECK.
To women,
helm
267
and men
at the
of state
all
things
great.
till I felt
myself ready to
weep
For
as
roll
for.
And
made day
wonderful eyes.
me the
And
he,
ring
He
helpt
row
that
hated the
wore,
me
me
with sor-
for evermore.
IV.
For
brought
me
That day
my
nurse had
the child.
it
coo'd to the
THE WRECK.
268
'Anything
ailing,'
ask'd her,
'with baby?'
She
And
Mother kiss'd
the Motherless
it,
and turn'd in
fled.
the land
When
sitting
hand
hand
And
throne,
When
classical song,
When
he flouted a statesman's
error, or
flamed at a
public wrong,
When
he rose as
it
When
of the world
from the
to the last,
And
wooded mountain-side,
on the deep-
THE WRECK.
And
269
cliffs all
to the
brink
of his bay,
And
winterless day.
With the
great love
first
greatest of
had
first
and
men;
of
summer and
sin
if it
must be so
know
Days
my
latest
breath
*No
frost there,'
Love no
Death.'
VI.
took
my
it
down
feet;
made
we fondled
it,
Stephen
moment,
it,
and
But
fell fluttering
he
it
a cage,
I,
I scarce
know why.
THE WRECK.
270
vn.
But
if
many
will
say.
My sin
to
my desolate
little
one found
me
on
at sea
day,
When
came borne
in the shriek of a
growing wind.
And
Heaven
And down
'
Thou
Ocean and
hast sinn'd.'
of the tides
off
from
her sides.
And
then
came
the crash
of the mast.
am
is
death,
'
and there
began
me
to
weep,
into the
deep,
to forsake her
said,
'more ten-
heart,
when
left
my
THE WRECK.
271
will
The cloud
of the mother's
darken her
Then
As
shame
love you,
And he spoke
I
and yet
'O Stephen,
love you,
'
!
not
only the
storm;
till
after a little,
yearn 'd
and there
'The
and
'
never met
life.'
as
me
'Kiss
me!
turn'd
'
sinking form,
And
the storm
us,
and he
was
vm.
And
thunderous shock,
as
if
on a rock;
For a huge sea smote every soul from the decks of
THE WRECK.
272
man
that
And
I fell
I
knew no more
Lost myself
cabin
Dead
lay
like the
floor,
me, and
was mine.
then, of a
hand giving
woke from
and the
But the face
the trance,
still,
had known,
that I knew.
DC.
The
mask
strange misfeaturing
me, that
that I
saw so amazed
Stumbled on deck,
half
mad.
would
fling myself
But one
he was waving a
the wreck
'Woman'
he
graspt
at
flag
my arm 'stay
left
there'
on
'We
are sinking,
and yet
he cried, 'a
sail
THE WRECK.
In a tone so rough that
273
tears,
Of a beaten babe,
us
All
till I
then
on a sudden
thought,
I shall
again.
X.
the side,
and there
in the boat
I lay
fixt
on the
lost
sea-home, as we glided
away.
And
sigh'd,
as the
smiling main,
*Had
out of
my
had now
with
/';;/
been
pain.
XI.
tain kind;
But
/ was
mind;
For whenever a rougher gust might tumble a stormier
wave,
*0 Stephen,'
moan'd,
Ocean-grave.
*I
am coming to
thee in thine
THE WRECK.
274
And
again,
when
fuller sea,
I
am coming
to thee.'
xn.
of the Isle
that
of sunset there, as
we drew
to the
land;
All
so quiet
the ripple
spray
and
cliff;
pray'd
'my child'
*May her
by
Of a
life
the curse
sin,
not hers
'
!
Was
it
Who
had borne
my
flower
an answer came
Not from
the
nurse
nor
to
her
maiden name
I
shook as
well
open'd
tlie letter
knew
that
hand too
THE WRECK.
And from
it
paper,
a scrap,
275
fell.
fever,
and want
of
care
And gone
came
that
to
me
Mother, she
DESPAIR.
A man
life
and
his v.ife
having
lost faith :n a
to
themselves by drowning.
The woman
is
me
us,
and drew
to land?
n.
What did
I feel
should
Does
it
that night?
You
are curious.
How
I tell?
matter so
yetwas
much what
it
I felt?
You rescued me
well
for, uncall'd,
between
me
my doom,
gloom
276
of the Godless
DESPAIR.
Of a
life
277
When
on the
neck
fatal
into rock
Does
it
we
remember
thought,
past.
how many
matter
wreck' d at
*Do you
fear?
'
they saved?
we
are all of us
last
*Fear?
am
am
death.
in.
And
and
fires as of
was a
their
lie
but,
however they
The dark
of
little
woe
like our
own
DESPAIR.
278
No
no
soul
on the
earth
below,
IV.
we were nursed
See,
fatalist creed,
And we
dawn indeed.
When
the light of a
we had hoped
for
scat-
And
the
ples
would vanish
at last.
the
Christ, our
human
For
He
spoke, or
it
seem'd that
He
spoke, of a Hell
V.
Hoped
for a
dawn and
it
faded away;
We
He
is
drearier day;
of
fire.
a pillar
DESPAIR.
The
worm
guess of a
its
in the dust
279
of
desire
Of a worm
as
it
Of a dying worm
strong,
and wrong.
VI.
we poor orphans
of nothing
shore
Born
that
which
she bore
Come
no
souls
and
to
vn.
Nay, but
am
know you
of
oldSmall pity for those that have ranged from the narrow
warmth
of your fold,
God
Till
and a
of eternal rage.
and
the Age.
DESPAIR.
28o
VIII.
But pity
in
the Pagan
held
it
a vice
was
in her
and
God
that
me,
should be
Pity for
And
all
own
selves
an idiot power,
on an earth
a flower;
Pity for
And
own
on land or in
selves
till
we long'd
for eternal
sleep.
DC.
them
Life with
with
And
its
hear
away
it all!'
you
call
my own
she was
always
and sweet
about our
foam
in the dusk
came playing
feet.
'Ah God'
tho' I felt as I
in vain
spoke
DESPAIR.
'Ah God
'
and we turn'd
Knowing
the
281
to each other,
we
kiss'd,
we
I,
to believe everlasting
would die
We
Ah God,
died,
We
should we find
if
we
we died;
if
Him
on
fatherless Hell
'Dear Love, for ever and ever, for ever and ever
Never a cry
Never a
fare-
'
well,
kiss
so sad,
coming
of
man!
X.
Not a grain
me
ashore,
life.
of gratitude
mine
land,
the
alone
in
she
is
all
the sea;
If a curse
having
meant ought,
let
me
be.
for not
DESPAIR.
282
XI.
Visions of youth
water,
I
for
my
seems;
it
dreams,
And
Of
drowning
what was
it
the pains
xn.
Why
And
should
fled,
if I
believed in a God,
other
And
I live ?
and
is
dead.
on
the light:
Happiest she of us
all,
to the night.
xm.
But the crime,
if
DESPAIR.
283
broke
it
almost;
Does
it
matter so
for a virtue,
XIV.
And
there,
naked,
amazed
In a world of arrogant opulence, fear'd myself turning
crazed.
And
and
she,
With a
be cured,
if
cured, by
XV.
Why
ment
If
every
And
of pain,
man
if all
DESPAIR,
284
When
worm
the
last
From
shall
have writhed
an earth that
is
its
last,
and
its
fled
is left
in the rocks of
dead?
XVI.
Have
ings?
yes,
see, of the
pop-
ular press,
When
the bat
comes out
whooping
And Doubt
is
the sun
at
of his cave,
them turn'd
And Hope
and crows
to
Till the
noon.
will
into blood.
a shadow of good;
We
from hand
to
scat-
hand
XVII.
What!
served us so well?
DESPAIR.
Infinite cruelty rather that
Made
foreknew
us,
made
285
everlasting Hell,
foredoom 'd
us,
us,
who never
has heard us
groan
xvin.
Hell?
have been
The
men were
the souls of
if
immortal, as
men
told,
would yearn
And
God
as
you
say.
till
it
utterly
vanish' d away.
XEX.
Ah
yet
my
gloomiest woe.
Of a God behind
aught that
But the
God
of
all
after all
the
great
God
for
know;
Love and
of Hell together
they can-
not be thought.
If there
to
nought
God
curse
him
DESPAIR.
286
XX.
Blasphemy! whose
the fault?
is
is
it
mine?
why
for
A madman
to
Blasphemy!
ay,
why
is
not, being
of grace?
would
faith
Blasphemy! true!
scandalous
my
talk.
77iy
mind
way
that
you walk.
XXI.
Hence! she
is
gone! can
I stay?
can
breathe di-
lynx-eyes
if
do not
it
a felo-
last.
will
find
de-se,
And
does
it
matter to
me ?
if
you
will,
THE ANCIENT
A
THOUSAND summers
From
Was no
From
A
A
Whom
SAGE.
came a Seer
wasteful living,
scroll of verse
till
follow' d
that old
man
worn
in his
hand
before
From darkness
half-a-league in air
that hides
it
am
wearied of our
Force
city, son,
higher,
and higher,
higher
still,
is
is
the heavens
and whereout
from the heights.
and go
288
"How
That nightingale
What power
is
heard
make
How
And
And
skies,
is
fancy's fool
If
or seen."
own
May' St haply
learn the
By which thou
As
if
self.
altar,
thou
wilt abide,
if
thou be wise,
For Knowledge
the swallow
is
stirs
on the lake
The Abysm
of all
The
And
Which
And
cleft
and
cleft
son,
Or even than
And when
the
Nameless
is
seest the
And
Thy
if
me.
to
Thou
289
boundlessness.
frailty
counts most
Might vanish
"And
like thy
since
real, all
shadow
from when
thy world
in the dark.
this earth
began
O my
son,
Thou
body alone.
Nor
Nor
Thou
Nor
Thou
Am
nay my son.
I,
thee,
Nor
yet disproven
And
cling to Faith
of Faith
290
She brightens
feels the
Sun
is
'
and 'No,'
She
blossom
falls.
Who
as of the
see not
my
work
of
vast, various, so
man,
And
is
Within ourselves
On
is
this half-deed,
till
"
son,
this
house of ours.
beyond
work of man,
felt thro'
what we
feel
and shape
it
at the last
"
And
And stir
make
and wake
What
that fades
291
away?
And seem
Or
flowers,
and shade,
Tho'
is
to
thought,
'
and 'Whens
'
the Eternal
My
words are
Now:
dream
Nor
"The
years that
Undo
And
work again,
The
Who
their
made
last
and
least of
clings to earth,
and
eyes,
men;
will.
292
Would
loose
His winter
He
The
him from
chills
withers
him
his hold;
to the root,
The
tiger
The
The
Would
The
him
best
knows? or whether
Be yet but
love
griefs
Who
who
yolk,
and forming
in the shell?
The
"The
The
In ever-silent seas;
The Learned
frets or
charms
293
And now
is lost
The plowman
To mix
He knows
in cloud;
in vain,
his
of endless
fame
Not even
his
own name.
And, darkening
in the light.
To mix
The
break away
shell
Had
By
all
my
fly.
and rose
foes;
And changed
lily
rosetree planted in
And
Her
my
grief.
dust
is
greening in your
leaf.
294
Her blood
slender
And
When
men
So dark that
The doors
tell
all is
Who knows
bloom.
in your
waving
there,
In vain you
My
is
lily
is
me
'Earth
is fair
dark as night."
of
light,
is
in
man?
And
No
all
Await the
last
The phantom
And show
and
largest sense to
make
"But vain
is
wholly
fair.
And
O
For
And
mine
that laugh,
all
or thine.
and
all
that
one
Slight ripple
weep
all is
gone."
295
is
boundless, and
itself
One with
motion
the boundless
The lamps
alight,
of the deep.
and
friends!
and
set
call
The darkness
of the pall."
my
son
stars
heavens
And wish
And
Our
village miseries,
To
burial or to burning,
With songs
beyond
in praise of
death,
flowers
"O worms
and maggots
of wings!
Of
of to-day
silent
Word
man.
296
so they say
things."
for oft
I call'd,
On
Who knew no books and no philosophies,
In my boy-phrase 'The Passion of the Past.'
The
first
The
last
As
the late
if
Had murmurs
breath, a whisper
Desolate sweetness
What had he
I
loved, what
And more,
Sat
all
had he
lost,
the
boy?
ray son
for
The word
that
The mortal
And
far
far
is
Were
strange not
touch' d
mine
The gain
Were Sun
my
and yet
no shade of doubt,
unshadovvable in words.
idle
But
still
297
"
And
idle
Some
night no day
ill
no good
such counter-terms,
By
endless war
to that
But holds a
in
son,
is
there
and since
Or
my
own
its
The key
me.
to
say, the
And some,
No
No
is
nor mine.
man
is
And make
And
fling free
And send
Nor
list
for
298
Nor
To
care
Thy presence
Nor
roll
gems, or fold
sumptuous looms;
Nor drown
Nor thou be
And
fiery
in the silk of
rageful, like a
honied wine;
handled bee,
harm.
An
evil
thought
may
blood;
And
swamp
of voluptuousness
perchance
And
on the Mount
of
if
thou mayest
thou
beyond
lines,
Shadow
see
of Vision
So, farewell.
THE FLIGHT.
Are you
my
How
ca7i
dear
The cock
his time;
Awake
the creeping
glimmer
steals,
n.
Ah, clasp
me
me
to your
breast
Ah,
let
me weep my
fill
to
rest!
To
rest? to rest
for
Than
to
rest
me,
see:
299
THE FLIGHT.
300
in.
all
lay,
The
night was
morn
calm, the
is
another day;
But
And
IV.
down
ing pane,
And
all
them were
of
vain;
The blackthorn-blossom
fades and
falls
bitter sloe,
The hope
is
turn'd to
woe.
Come, speak a
little
comfort!
all
night
pray'd with
tears.
And
yet no comfort
appears,
came
to
THE FLIGHT.
When
he will tear
me from
301
me
me
my
to
grave.
VI.
What
father, this or
mer day
When
had
fall'n
from
the crag
off
we clamber' d up
in play,
Found, fear'd
me
kiss'd me,
He
kiss'd
and again
me; and
loved
father then.
vn.
No
his child
...
to
one cast
of the dice.
this
Hall at
last will
go
per-
life,
heart,
THE FLIGHT.
302
vm.
scorn him.
ing bow,
The
masks his
malice
now
all
things
ill
It is
rx.
The precious
wear,
crystal into
which
braided Edwin's
hair!
The
on
it
night
and day
One golden
He
left
curl, his
golden
gift,
sand;
How
slowly
down
the land!
how
loth to quit
THE FLIGHT.
And
all
my
life
was darken' d, as
303
sail
run,
And
XI.
How
often have
we watch' d
the West,
And
follow
Edwin
Blest!
Is he
dies,
of life
xn.
O would
once more
to feel
his breath
Upon my cheek
ev'n
in death,
Tho'
all
Or
if
lip
XIII.
Shall I take
him?
forsworn
THE FLIGHT.
304
To
love
whom
yell,
lie, to lie
honour
the
To
loathe, to
scorn?
my
rise
in God's own
house
the
blackest of
all lies!
XIV.
Why rather
in
mine, tho'
every
ease
some
foul dis-
Wed him?
I will
not
wed him,
let
them spurn me
And
I will
wander
till
I die
XV.
The
dear,
mad
bride
mad, then
am mad,
but sane,
if
right.
My
father's
madness makes
me mad but
words are
only words
I
am
There
listen
how
THE FLIGHT,
305
XVI.
The
trees
morning breeze
How
gladly,
were
wake
And
is
xvn.
They
whom
meet
so
sweet
And
tho'
these
Heavens are
And Love
is fire,
fathers will
just.
feet
would trample
it
to dust.
xvni.
stealthy foot
who?
who? my
father sleeps
way creeps
upon the
stair
he
some
one
this
THE FLIGHT,
3o6
If
he?
he
yes,
may have
He! where
and
victim
fled
is
me
finds
dead.
XIX.
Not
ples burn
And
and time
to act
idle
to
turn
Speak
to
me,
sister;
not be.
You
only
to
know
me!
XX.
Our
but we were
left
alone
That other
left
own;
So
all
the
woods
My Edwin
in these wild
of ours.
land flowers.'
THE FLIGHT.
307
XXI.
Wild
and
Wild
by side in God's
free light
air,
us there,
Wild woods
in
Wild woods
parted
in
if
we be
now
xxn.
You
me
forlorn;
We
were born;
this
father well;
She bad us
I fly
from Hell,
xxm.
shall
light
upon some
lonely shore.
THE FLIGHT.
3o8
And
West go dipping
thro'
the foam,
And
sunshine on that
sail at last
Edwin home.
xxrv.
lights the
old church-tower,
And
strikes the
I
bide no more,
Arise,
my own
the
hand points
five
O me
it
hour
I
meet
my
true sister,
fate,
come
whatever
forth
ills
betide
the world
is
wide.
XXV.
And
yet
my
heart
is ill at
ease,
my
eyes are
dim with
dew,
I
If
seem
to see a
return, but
wander hand
in
hand
With breaking
and in a
dis-
tant land.
XXVI.
harsh of mind.
me
is
hard, and
THE FLIGHT,
But can
it
309
be kind?
let
come what
end
is sure,
And
every heart
endure.
truth
is
equal to
TOMORROW.
Her,
Honour was
that yer
Honour?
last
spakin' to?
Whin, yer
year
when
last
yer
Honour
was here ?
An' yer Honour ye gev her the top of the mornin',
'Tomorra
What did
'
says she.
Honour? They
call'd hei
Molly Magee.
An' yer Honour's the thrue ould blood that always
manes
to
be kind,
all things,
be the sthrame.
An'
it
seems to
me now
dhrame
310
TOMORROW.
311
there
was but a
batchelor,
slip of a
But
hard thim
Molly
Danny O'Roon
'You've been takin' a dhrop
says 'Troth, an' I
o' the
crathur
an'
'
Danny
been
shebeen;^
But
must be
away ?
'Ochone
lavin' ye soon.'
are ye goin'
'
'
me
agin?' an'
hard him
'Molly asthore,
I'll
'
mornin'
'
Monday
me
tomorra?'
'Tomorra,
'O'
says he;
that
had no
Dan,
come away
kem
flyin'
lark,
1
Grog-shop.
TOMORROW.
312
An' Dan stood there for a minute, an' thin wint into
the dark.
'a
the
tundher, an'
fell,
back
at the
dhrownded Hell.
in.
at
its
glory smiled.
o'
at
her
sleepin' child
Ethen
herself roun'
Wid
a
to
diamond dhrop
be foun'.
down
the tear.
there,
forty year.
IV.
o' the
the
May,
TOMORROW.
Achora, yer laste
little
313
lilt
of a bird
me
Acushla, ye set
word
An' sorra the Queen wid her sceptre in sich an
illi-
gant han',
An' the
fall
snow an the
An' the sun
kem
Ian',
the shtreet,
undher yer
An'
darlin',
'Ud
'a
feet,
me
and he
shot his
Molly
Magee.
Y.
crack'd his
An' he ped
me back wid
For the boys wor about her agin whin Dan didn't
come
to the fore.
rest,
all
TOMORROW.
314
An', afther,
to
me
come
call,
to naither at all, at
all.
VI.
wid
her, airly
f rinds
and
late,
Sassenach whate;
States,
aroon,
an'
he's married
another wife.
set eyes
life
alive, is a
mortial sin.'
meet me
he'll
agin.'
vn.
wan
both in
day,
She began
and whish-
TOMORROW.
315
O'Roon
Wid
afore
God
him
'
she gev
an'
a frindly nod,
But her wits wor dead, an' her hair was as white as
the
snow an a grave.
vm.
Arrah now, here
last
Dhrownded
undher
groun'.
EC.
agint,
he says to
me
wanst, at
Katty's shebeen,
come wid
all
the green!'
But och
man
bad scran
intire
to the
TOMORROW.
3i6
all
the glow,
X.
Thim
ence say,
Could keep
Jidgemint day.
An', faix, be the piper
o'
the dog,
But
it
Irish bog.
XI.
this
grass
Be the chapel-door,
an'
it
that
But a
frish gineration
had
riz,
an'
most
of the ould
was few.
An'
didn't
knew.
know him
TOMORROW.
317
xn.
lamed
Thin a
iv a
she was
stick,
knee,
slip of a
gossoon
Molly Magee ?
An' she stood up
call'd,
'
strait as the
Queen
of the world
*He
said he would
down dead an
the dead.
xm.
Och, Molly, we thought, machree, ye would
agin into
Whin we
start
back
life.
wake
like hus-
Sorra
f rinds
was gone
the
silent
throat
but
we
hard
it
cryin'
'Ochone!'
An' Shamus O'Shea that has now ten childer, han-
some
Him
an'
tall,
wor keenin'
as
if
he had
lost thira
TOMORROW.
318
XIV.
Thin
wan grave be
his ould
woman,
Molly Magee.
XV.
May
all
from the
grass,
as ye did
over
yer Crass
Sun
An'
tell
fly
an' the
Moon,
Danny O'Roon,
Holy
Till
St.
the gate
To be
there
Marthyrs galore,
An
'
more.
1
Elder-tree.
'
TOMORROW.
319
XVI.
tould yer
Honour whativer
hard an'
seen,-
Yer Honour
'11
in potheen.
give
me
THE
Milk
for
my
about
When
SPINSTER'S SWEET-ARTS.
sweet-arts, Bess
fur
it
mun
be the time
now
Molly cooms in
fro'
to the
plaace
thou'rt
gaapin'
'em
me?
II.
Naay
to
be sewer
it
be past
'er time.
What maakes
'er sa laate?
Goa
dison's gaate!
m.
Sweet-arts!
upo' one.
320
'a
lighted
to-night
321
niver not
lis-
So
I sits i'
o' the
An'
my
my oan
kettle theere
hob,
Tommy
the fust,
Tommy
an'
IV.
'ere o'
I 'a
my
knee.
sees that
i'
men
Thou
my
mysen;
me
es pretty es
ony
lass
i'
the
Shere,
seed
thruf ya theere.
V.
wur ugly
es sin, an'
beant not
vaain.
But
thowt
An'
i'
i'
it I
wur
ye thinks;
IV.
'ud 'a
pinks,
liked to 'ear
VOL.
soom
plaain,
wasn't sa plaain
pretty
An'
ma
322
the
wi'
'air,
as I be a-
But whiniver
loook'd
i'
the glass
wur sewer
that
it
couldn't be true;
but ye knaw'd
I,
wur pleas-
it
ant to 'ear,
Thaw
me
warn't not
it
es
wur
pretty, but
my
two
'oonderd a-year.
VI.
to-
By
Wheer
i'
Gigglesby wood,
the poor
es 'ed
wench drowndid
been disgraaced?
arm
An'
An'
my waaist;
me es wur alius
feel'd thy
es I stood
fond,
I sidled
till I
plumpt foot
fust
i'
the
pond;
And, Robby,
niver
'a
daay.
my
feet wi'
Fur
ma
taail,
323
tha
may
a kiss,
way hoam
the
all
an'
wur niver
we was shaamed
sich a clat
i'
to
mun
at a
be clean.
winders
o'
Hinn
Gigglesby
o' tha
quiet
i'
the
o' the
was forced
Fur
thou runn'd
thack;
my
'and
i'
we
to 'ide.
Tommies
beside.
vn.
art'a
mewin
at,
tell
Robby wur
fust to
as well.
be sewer, or
mowt
'a
liked tha
324
vni.
Robby,
But,
in'
An'
thowt
my
thowt shall
upo' coomin'
My
o'
tha
all
the while
wur chaang-
gown,
I
chaange
my
staate? but,
Lord,
down
o' flowers
i'
Maay
Why
'edn't tha
ower wi'
An'
it
wur
clatted all
claay.
could
'a
cried
ammost,
fur
seed that
it
couldn't be,
An' Robby
me.
o'
me was
agreed, as
we was
a-cleanin'
the floor,
But
rued
it
more na
the rest,
But
all fur
man
an' I
knaws
it
be
the best.
DC.
Naay
let
ma
smooth
stroak tha
es silk,
down
till
maakes tha
es
if I
325
been
'a
Thou'd niver
work
And
'a
all
that I
be true;
awaay,
Thou
the
to do,
loovs tha to
me
'a left
'ears
But
'a
my
maake thysen
dear.
ma awaay
fro'
my
oan two
'oonderd a-year.
Ye
coomin'
An' boath
o'
it
wur
at a
dog
in.
ye
mun
your claws,
Fur
an' one
o'
ye
dead ye knaws
Coom
fine
warrant ye soom
daay
Theere, lig
down
I shall
awaay.
drop
326
XI.
Robby,
down
git
oop
Steevie,
fur
my
o'
my
me
lad,
Robby wur
coom
knee.
fust to
be sewer,
'e
i'
the 'ouse,
But thou be
es
xn.
An'
quieter
Nor her
knaws
o'
life
loovin' wife
An' 'cos
"A
faaithful an'
"
!
Tha thowt
a bit ower
Thaw
soft,
Es a
Queean,
That
it
sa neat
327
much
es a
poppy along
wi'
the wheat,
thistle
seeadin'
an'
a-fiyin'
tha
haated to see;
'Twur
es
bad
chaumber
es a battle-twig^ 'ere
my
i'
oan blue
me.
to
could
'a
taaen
to tha well.
gell.
xni.
my
But
o'
thy bairns es
be mysen
o'
cats.
hevn't
naw
likin'
fur brats;
Pretty
anew when ya
dresses
'em oop,
an'
they goas
fur a walk.
Or
sits
wi'
their
o'
mucky
ma
Earwig.
328
ma
as
if
springs,
ma hawkard
An' a haxin'
decent things,
An' a-callin'
tearin'
Dear
dear
XIV.
Tom,
o' the
tell'd ya,
o' that!
Tom
'ere
mat.
XV.
Theere!
Tommies
To
by
my
married the
O Lord,
To be
Hed
Tommies
couldn't
'a
stuck
word.
light,
By a man coomin'
in wi' a hiccup at
ony hour
o' the
night
boots
'is
aale, an'
the
mud
o'
An' noan
o'
my oan
I
pipe
i'
mark
o'
'is
Sa
o' 'is
329
likes
my
me
hed
'a
waay,
'em bestwi'
taails
when they
'evn't a
word
to saay.
XVI.
An'
I sits
oan
Wi'
my
i'
my
oan
little
my
little lass,
oan
little
my
oan bed
o'
sparrow-grass,
An'
my oan
mine
An'
my
oan
like a
a-dressin'
fine
it
jess-
greean,
Jackman
i'
Queean.
xvn.
An' the
i'
When
little gells
bobs to
ma
hoffens es I be abroad
the laanes,
I
down
wi'
An' a haaf-pot
o'
jam, or a mossel
o'
meat when
it
They maakes ma
sion theer,
a graater
Laady nor
'er
i'
the
man-
330
Hes
'es halliis to
hax of a
to spare or
to spend;
An' a spinster
be an'
I will be, if
to the hend.
xvni.
Mew! mew!
Molly
It
should
Bess wi'
maade our
sa laate?
'a
been
'ere
it
be
strikin' height
maakin'
An'
'er
'er
cauf o'
my
I 'eard 'er
moan,
Theere
cauf well
God
that I hevn't
naw
oan.
Set
it
down
Now Robby
You Tommies
Till
Robby
ye right.
an'
it
sarves
LOCKSLEY HALL
SIXTY YEARS AFTER.
Late,
my
grandson
half the
morning have
paced
Wander'd back
curlews
I
to living
into cataracts,
boyhood while
heard the
call,
itself in
Locks-
ley Hall.
So
your
happy
suit
was blasted
she
the faultless,
the divine
And you
liken
boyish babble
this
boy-love of yours
with mine.
doubtless of a foolish
past
Babble, babble
babble at
last.
331
may go down
in
LOCKSLEY HALL
332
'Curse
call
him
was
not wise;
I
sweet eyes.
my
Happy
neck
wreck.
In
my
life
my
was
left
alone.
will
her sake?
Amy
of
easier,
make.
loved me,
child;
is
Amy
fail'd
me,
Amy
was a timid
me
driven
1,1,1,
wild.
golden ring,
She that finds a winter sunset fairer than a morn of
Spring.
is
of life,
'till
us,
'
be-widow wife.
father,
mother
be content,
Ev'n the homely farm can teach us there
is
something
in descent.
Yonder
now
into the
ground,
Lies the warrior,
my
upon
the hound.
lem in
Dead
his pride;
the warrior,
dead his
which he died.
glory,
in
LOCKSLEY HALL
334
and
Amy
have stood,
Gazing
for
our blood.
There again
we
knelt
in prayer,
there.
still
as
if
she
smiled,
Lies
my Amy dead
dead the
Dead
in child-birth,
child.
ago,
band now
I this old
marble brow.
Gone
passionate tears.
Gone
like fires
planet's
"Fires that
fall'n
dawning
shook
away.
me
years.
once, but
now
to silent ashes
335
Gone
the tyrant of
my
chancel stones,
All his virtues
forgive
them
his bones.
Gone
comrades of
the
my
bivouac,
some
in fight
Some
thro' age
and slow
diseases,
gone as
all
on earth
will go.
my
life
in golden
sequence ran,
She with
all
the
charm
of
all
the
breadth of man.
Woman
to her
woman to
her tender
feet,
and mind.
She that link'd again the broken chain that bound
to
my
kind.
me
LOCKSLEY HALL
336
while
wander' d
down
the coast,
at the slighter
ghost.
Gone our
Leonard early
lost at
art left
sea;
Thou
alone,
to
Gone
my
boy, of
me.
alone,
Pining for the stronger heart that once had beat beside
her own.
is
he was brave
Good,
for
Good
is
Deem
all.
this over-tragic
is
the
pall!
who saw
Saving
their babes,
337'
sinking wreck,
Gone
Ever? no
for ever!
dying race
began,
Ever, ever, and for ever was
man.
Those
and
themselves the
Felt within
second
sacred
passion
of the
life.
shall return,
a white.
Truth for
truth,
and good
for
good
The Good,
the
Take
the
'
Gone
the cry of
growing gloom;
Lost, or only heard in silence
tomb.
VOL.
IV.
33^
my
and space,
Staled by frequence, shrunk by usage into
commonest
commonplace
'Forward
'
many mine
was one.
Let us hush
this cry of
'Forward'
till
ten thousand
would
Captives
flay
whom
they caught
...
battle
iron-hearted
victors they.
Ages
while
after,
in
Asia,
Moguls,
Timur
built
human
his
ghastly tower
of
eighty thousand
skulls,
Christian love
339
of heathen hate.
From
man had
coin'd
himself a curse
Rome
Rome
of Caesar,
of Peter,
all
Demos
all
men's good;
rose a
Demon,
shriek' d
Hope was
till
the
still
day begun
Have we grown
at last
of the
primal clan?
'Kill
enemy
'
still,
'your
was a man.
the help-
and drive
LOCKSLEY HALL
340
burnt
at
we men?
Sweet
St.
again.
He
very flowers
Sisters,
brothers
and
the beasts
whose
pains are
Chaos, Cosmos
all will
Read
Cosmos, Chaos
who can
wisdom
Hope
how
tell
end?
and take
their
the Past,
Ay,
if
dream not
wise:
that
last.
to be
When
341
Envy wears
mask
the
fact to scorn.
equal-born.'
Equal-born?
yes,
if
yonder
hill
flat.
Charm
Lion look no
larger than
the Cat,
Till the
Cat
thro' that
loom
Larger than the Lion,
Demos
end in working
its
own doom.
Russia bursts our Indian barrier, shall we fight her?
shall
Pause
we
yield?
from the
field.
we hold them?
shall
we
loose
LOCKSLEY HALL
342
feel
if
only
wholly true.
found, and
more than
could find,
still
men
in utter nobleness of
mind.
Truthful,
trustful,
hustings-liar;
is
the Higher.
a cotter's babe
is
royal-born by right
divine;
lord
is
swine.
Chaos,
Cosmos!
Cosmos, Chaos!
sickening game;
Freedom,
known
to all;
known
to
Europe,
we may
sters
You
that
is
woo
343
fall.
the Voices
them
tell
'old experience
a fool,'
Teach your
flatter' d
read can
who cannot
rule.
seat,
but set no
meek
Wisdom
face.
Tumble Nature
yelling street.
is
in
the feet.
faith, with-
Break the
State, the
their ruins
Authors
ster,
down
essayist,
roll
the slope.
atheist,
novelist,
realist,
rhyme-
LOCKSLEY HALL
344
Rip your
own
foul
passions bare
Down
with Reticence,
ward
naked
let
them
rose of
for-
stare.
of your sewer;
lest
the stream
Set the
in the troughs of
Zolaism,
Do
Have we
men;
risen
beast again?
Only 'dust
to dust
'
for
me
din,
Heated am I? you
you wonder
well,
it
scarce be-
let
mouth
345
his last
upon
the
stage.
Cries of unprogressive
dotage
ere
asleep?
deep?
After
all
less
am
old,
we
find a change-
May?
madness,
After
am
gray
after
Jacobism
massacre,
and
Jacquerie,
Some
I shall
not see?
When
the schemes
Republics
and
all
the systems.
Kingdoms and
fall.
all for
each and
All the
full-brain,
my
youth?
one
at length
with
all
the visions of
LOCKSLEY HALL
346
no man
halt,
or
deaf or blind;
mind?
Earth at
last
tongue
I
far
away
young ?
Every
tiger
kill'd.
Robed
in
universal
harvest
up
smiles,
Universal
ocean
softly
washing
all
her
warless
Isles.
Warless? when her tens are thousands, and her thousands millions, then
All her harvest all too narrow
men?
Warless? war will die out
late or soon?
late
then.
Will
it
ever?
it,
till
this
world the
Dead
and
moon?
new astronomy
the
347
calls her.
On
this
day
at this hour,
Locksley tower,
meeting
latest
Amy
sixty years
ago
She and
glow.
see her
now
ing-deathless vow.
is
the sunlight,
will pass.
earth of ours,
LOCKSLEY HALL
348
Hesper,
all
All
whom
good
home
of
things.
perfect kings.
Hesper
to that splendour or
in Mars,
We
evening
stars.
Could we dream
ness, lust
of wars
and
and carnage,
craft
and mad-
spite.
ful light?
star so
silver-fair,
God
that
we were
there' ?
sea,
to
you or me.
man,
are
Man
or
Mind
that sees a
shadow
349
of the planner or
the plan?
Is there evil
sphere
Well be grateful
tion
'
for the
here.
And Reversion
What
are
men
that
He
mud.
of sacred song;
work
their
brother
insect wrong,
While the
fiery
silent
Heavens
roll,
way,
round them,
flash a million
miles a day.
earth
before
her highest,
Many an
and
^on
too
may
pass
when
earth
is
manless
forlorn,
pools
of salt,
and
LOCKSLEY HALL
350
chains
of mountain,
grains of sand
meant us
us,
to
be mightier
by and by,
Set the sphere of
the
human
all
the boundless
Heavens within
eye.
human
soul;
********
the
Here
is
Whole.
Locksley Hall,
my
guarded gate.
Not to-night
come
Wreck'd
your
ter'd
Good,
in Locksley Hall
to-morrowyou, you
so late.
train
or
all
this forward,
it,
is
it
well to
Is it well that
in the
while
we range with
Science, glorying
Time,
35
on
palsied feet,
cast our
street.
and the
dead.
iire
rotted floor.
And
the
crowded couch
the poor.
Lame and
old,
and past
his time,
Yet
light.
dawn?
LOCKSLEY HALL
352
Aged
may
eyes
gleam withdrawn.
be
Earth
may
if
earthly-best,
Would
human
man
at
rest?
Time
still
remember how
the course of
will swerve,
many
a backward
grandson!
Death and
in
itself
streaming curve.
Not
the Hall
to-night,
my
first
last
sleep alone.
rustic Squire,
liar.
youthful jealousy
353
Youthful
lower school,
Nor
he the wisest
is
man who
fool.
Yonder
lies
less
and
less
roofs
of slated
hideousness
There
is
left us
Locksley shield.
Till the
from his
field.
common
mon-sense
LOCKSLEY HALL
354
my
steps are
on
the dead.
is
appears,
Forward
far
and
far
from here
is all
remember
years.
In this Hostel
repent
it
o'er his
grave
Like a clown
by chance he
met me
refused the
hand he gave.
From
that
trailer
mantles
all
the
mouldering bricks
I
While
I shelter' d
in this archway
ing showers
Here
when they
toll
thee well.'
'I
have loved
one has
355
come
to
Her
that shrank,
started
my
side
You,
my
from
Silent echoes
her, shriek' d,
and
your day.
people,
know them,
follow
him who
brother men,
school,
fen.
it
shall
cannot be?
fifty
such as he.
Nay, there
may be
those about us
whom we
neither
Powers
of
111,
356
Forward,
till
Human
Nature
is
divine.
for
man can
half-
doom
xA.ngel
tomb.
Forward,
let
the stormy
moment
fly
the Past.
I
conquer at the
Gone
at eighty,
come
to love
Love
will
and you
will
him.
last.
mine own
age,
and
Then
Locksley Hall.
and Master,
latest
Lord
of
The
While
squirrels
from our
Were bearing
off
fiery
beech
the mast,
the view
We
of sea;
Most marvellous
own
And now
Some
Nor
I
utter'd
word
read
of blame,
358
Were
all
your
men
When,
You saw
And Wolseley
overthrew
The
25, 1854.
Heavy
Brigade
Down
the hill,
Thousands
of
down
the
hill,
thousands of Russians,
and
stay'd;
Scarlett's three
by
When
sky;
And
!'
and obey'd.
Then he
knew
not why,
And he
sound
To
the charge,
blade
359
as he
waved
his
36o
To
will never
die
'Follow,' and up the
Follow' d the
hill,
up the
hill,
up the
hill,
Heavy Brigade.
n.
The
Thousands
of
height.
to the left
and a wing
to the
right.
And who
shall escape
if
alone
moment
Wedged
Fought
fiery course.
made
Four
amid thousands!
and
up the
hill,
up the
the
Heavy
hill,
Gallopt
the
Brigade.
gallant
three
hundred,
361
m.
Fell like a cannonshot,
Broke
thro' the
Drove
thro' the
midst of the
Rode
flashing
foe,
and
to
fro,
And some
Who
And were
When
its
roll'd
O mad
When
them around
our
own good
left
crowd
and the
right,
like a cloud,
and the
battle
were we.
And we
fight.
Folded
And
sea.
all
dis-
may' d,
*Lost are
the
Brigade
gallant
three
hundred of
IV.
all
'
Scarlett's
362
like Victors
and Lords
They
Down
The
and threw
Ranged
Drove
it
in wild disarray,
And
Up
the
the hill,
And
hill,
up the
hill,
reel'd
out of the
field.
all,
made
Glory to
Note.
made
The
this
squadron
Brigade
The
'
'
all
all
the Brigade
Inniskillings
the
remainder of
the
'
Heavy
'
were
Scarlett's
aide-de-camp,
him.
and
Elliot,
close
and the
behind
EPILOGUE.
Irene.
Not
this
way
star
among
will
you
set
your name
the stars.
Poet.
What way ?
Irene.
You
praise
The barbarism
juster
of wars.
Yet tho'
And
this
Those
modern
sun,
cheek be gray,
passionate
little
friend.
to
end
in peace,
EPILOGUE.
364
From war
Powers
re-frain the
Teuton, Kelt,
My
With
of flowers.
count them
all
and small.
poles.
To
all
111
Involving
To make
He
man
fight
Or Might would
And who
loves
War
rule alone;
for
Is fool, or crazed, or
But
worse;
His meed
Nay
of
tho' that
take
fame in verse;
realm were in the wrong
The
last.
EPILOGUE.
And
365
stars,'
my
dear,
As he did
half in jest,
Old Horace?
'The
stars
The man
now we
see, as
The
ours,
fires that
see,
and Time,
in Space
Than
said he
who rhyme
lot
to-day.
And
Homer's fame,
The
falling
drop
As mortal as
will
my
make
his
name
own.
Irene.
No!
Poet.
Let
it
live
Earth passes,
then
ay,
all is lost
till
when?
EPILOGUE.
366
Sun-flame or sunless
As
far as
all in
man can
frost,
vain
see,
except
And
Too many
a voice
man can
That
Not
He
cry
have no after-morn.
yet of these
The man
may
am
I.
And
Not
all
in vain
may plead
TO
VIRGIL.
Roman
Ilion falling,
Rome
wars,
and
robed in
fire,
arising,
filial faith,
II.
more than he
m.
Thou
that singest
tilth
All the
charm
Muses
TO
368
VIRGIL.
IV.
whom
the laughing
flowers
Summers
meadow,
of the snakeless
VI.
Thou
Thou
doom
of
human kind;
VII.
Light
among
phantom shore;
TO
VIRGIL.
369
vin.
Now
thy
Forum
roars
no longer,
dome
sound
Rome-
IX.
Now
the
Rome
and the
I,
Rome
of
the
human
my
day began,
race,
X.
I salute thee,
Mantovano,
I that
Wielder of the
ever
VOL.
IV.
stateliest
measure
moulded by the
lips ot
man.
I.
Dead!
And
the
n.
Dead!
*Is it he then
And
brought so low?
With a purse
to
III.
Was one
Had
And showing
371
rv.
Dumb
And
roll'd his
That
all
the
stript
him
lay.
bare,
nakedness everyway
crowd might
stare.
And
On
a tree with a
its
in the West,
VI.
With
shifting ladders of
And
blurr'd in colour
And
glared at a
shadow and
light,
and form.
coming storm.
VII.
Then
They
call'd her
And
'Reverence
'
'
in
Heaven.
372
VIII.
She knelt
She
all
but wept-
The
swept
IX.
And
From zone
to
Had won
till
his
Word
X.
Noble
the rich
XI.
a sun
coming up
For man
is
of
an old sun
in his youth
a lover of Truth,
set,
373
XII.
'And bound
to follow,
wherever she go
Or
XIII.
O aybut then,
Was he
Shall
men?
we
see to
it,
and you?
XIV.
As a lord
We
of the
sit
on a Prophet's
Human
seat,
soul.
Were
it
'
XV.
by him
in tears,
*Tho' a name
Yet a truth
may
is
last for
a thousand years.
374
XVI.
her
will
To
XVII.
But
think
we know what
is fair
without
xvm.
She crouch'd, she tore him part from
And
part.
'
of liver
and heart;
to the view;
xrx.
And
1
all
for lungs,
liver,
etc.,
when
torn by the
what a
'And the
little heart,'
she said,
liver is half-diseased
XX.
And
One
shriek' d
'The
fires of
Hell!
375
EARLY SPRING.
Once more
Makes
the
And domes
Heavenly Power
things new,
all
loving blue;
\\'ith
The
Openo a door
From
their wills,
throstles too.
Heaven;
in
skies of glass
Jacob's ladder
falls
On greening grass,
And o'er the mountain-walls
Young
angels pass.
in.
Before them
And
376
EARLY
SPRING.
stars are
Flung
thro' the
woods,
IV.
How
living airs
softly fann'd.
down
the sand,
Heard by
The
the land.
season's lure
heart, look
down and up
Serene, secure.
Warm
VI.
and fade
spell,
Some
vale,
yji
EARLY
378
And
SPRING,
how
sympathies,
frail,
vn.
Thou twinkling
The
bird,
And,
Ring
lightly stirr'd.
little bells
From word
change
of
to word.
VIII.
Makes
And
things new.
The
The
all
flower with
fills
dew;
The poets
too.
Midnight
in no midsummer tune
The breakers
The cuckoo
of a joyless June
looks like
By
those
Midnight
who
to
own
rest,
be known
And from
The cuckoo
of a worse July
dark:
379
MIDNIGHT.
38o
But thou
And
underground,
art silent
When
Truth
is
be found
to
found again.
m.
And, now
Far
off
From
And
Of
unsummer'd
to these
The summer
bird
phantom cuckoo
out a
phantom
thro' this
skies
is still,
cries
hill;
The
light of days
when
life
begun,
seem to-day,
The days
that
When
all
my
As
all
my
As
all
May
all
griefs
There
to
mer
*0
venusta
me
sum-
glow,
Roman
flowers grow,
Came
'
woe,
Tenderest of
Roman
ago,
'Frater
Gazing
'
as we wander'd
to
and
fro
below
Sweet Catullus' s all-but-island, olive-silvery Sirmio!
381
HELEN'S T0WER.1
Helen's Tower, here
Dominant over
sea
I stand,
and land
hold
Love
I
am
is
in
Would my
As either
I
and out
of time,
should wear
my crown
entire
fire,
Written
at the request of
my
382
friend,
Lord
Dufferin.
silent in our
Who wert
our best
hath ceased,
Home
NEAR Woking.
Warrior
Now
Thou
of
somewhere dead
tyrant's foe,
Soudan,
men know
EPITAPH ON CAXTON.
In St. Margaret's, Westminster.
Fiat Lux
Thy
prayer was
shall last
Thou
Light
(his
motto)
more
on the
Light
while
night,
light
would
VOL.
IV.
Time
cast,
The
limits of resistance,
Determining concession;
Not only
And be
be bold
The day
against the
moment, and
the year
Thro'
And
all
the yells
faction,
and thy
will, a
power
to
make
Then drink
to
Queen
this
solemn night,
Who
May
With stronger
That man's the
life
from day
to
day;
true Conservative
Who
God
the traitor's
Hands
all
round
hope confound!
New England
realm!
388
To Canada whom we
love
and
prize,
Hands
all
round
To
all
round.
True leaders
To
friends.
Beyond
may
the borough
they see
God
our greatness
may not
fail
Hands
all
round
FREEDOM.
O THOU
SO fair in
summers gone,
The
So
glittering Capitol;
fair in
in.
For thou
Thy
To mark
The
many
a freeman's
home
389
FREEDOM.
390
IV.
still
Howe'er blind
May
jar thy
force
and brainless
Of Knowledge fusing
Of
civic
Of Love
will
golden dream
Hate no more
to be.
VI.
Who
By changes
all
Human
Star,
vn.
Thou
FREEDOM.
391
vm.
And when
down
Thou
As
crown
crowd;
IX.
How
Hath
still'
Tho' some of
To
Men
mind
would
raise a
wind
loud against
all
forms of power
Expecting
all
things in an hour
TO
Two
Which
Were
utter darkness
That brightens
And warms
The
the child's
later-rising
Which from
To move
one,
thro' the
Sun
and
the
life,
griefs,
Sun
of
and deaths,
dawn
awakening world
and one
of spousal Love,
in other spheres.
life.
happy
Have seen
but Thou,
This
tears
the child
later light of
let
The two
summer
to
life,
each Love,
The
light
of
double day.
THE
shall fail to
What England
On
you
will
Should
FLEET.*
is,
come
the curse of
England
this old
Which Nelson
1
The speaker
understand
said that
fall
left so great.
he should hke
all-in-all,
the land.
all
to
be assured that
Crown
being as
colonies,
and
promptly and as
He
Hence
was
and
efficient
defence for
all
This
It
was
All that
It
was
393
it
and
should be
THE FLEET.
394
n.
His
isle,
Her
Ocean-power on
the mightiest
Our own
fuller franchise
what would
she
earth,
every sea
that be worth
of Free
...
a fallen state?
m.
Her
dauntless
army
scatter' d,
Her island-myriads
The
fleet of
Her
England
fleet is in
And
and so
small,
her all-in-all;
your hands,
IV.
fleet,
the wild
mob's million
feet
all
fleet that
that
late,
colonists
they realised
too
how
late.
It
was
to strengthen the
was
to the safety,
Who
expended
Navy?
in preparation
From
isle
sent,
Produce of your
field
and
flood.
And
of subtle brain
and hand.
May we
own
The mother
And may
396
has
made your
fathers great
And wherever
her flag
fly,
Makes
known;
own
in.
Men
we
day
that in a narrower
Unprophetic
rulers they
To
of the
West
own
rv.
we not
we
thro'
part at last?
good and
still?
myriad voices
call.
ill
and
all,
One
One
life,
one
flag,
one
one Throne
fleet,
own
397
Old
Virgil
who would
all
And
Catullus,
If,
lay,
You
roll'd
You should be
still
human
shelves,
Had swampt
AND
At
AVA.
rest,
Not
swift or rash,
The
To
Her
of East
when
and West.
m.
Your
made
rule has
Their
ruler.
Have added
Of Gauntlet
*
VOL. IV.
2D
401
402
IV.
Not
all,
as
will
honouring your
Of Statesman, have
golden portal to
made
fair
fame
the
name
my rhyme
We
owed
To you and
a debt
and
still
would owe.
VI.
For he
thro',
vn.
And on
Had
By one
thro'
many
a brightening year,
fear,
Who
And
and there
The
flame of
life
rx.
But ere he
And
lay
left
on
your
fatal shore,
Dying, 'Unspeakable
'
he wrote
X.
And
sacred
And now
And
is
And one
drear sound
XI.
Not
there to bid
When That
Fell
and
will let
my boy
me
be,
farewell.
fell.
Red
Sea,
403
404
moon
And
alien stars.
The
Not mine
and
To
why
question,
xra.
But while
Nor
My
my
life's late
eve endures,
memories
of his briefer
day
Since our
Queen assumed
Now
Comes
at last to the
Crowning year
bounteous
of her Jubilee.
m.
Nothing of the
Nothing of the
vulgar, or vainglorious.
All
is
and Queenly.
4o6
VICTORIA.
IV.
You then
Shoot your
stars to the
Deck your
houses, illuminate
firmament,
And
One
full
Hail the
Of
it,
voice of allegiance,
fair
Ceremonial
as
Queenhood,
VI.
now
to
afifluence.
be bountiful.
Make
their
neighbourhood healthfuUer,
to the Hospital,
VICTORIA.
At
this glad
And
Ceremonial,
vn.
Henry's
fifty
years are
all
in shadow,
fifty
fifty
summerSj
half forgotten.
vni.
You
Make
it
regally gorgeous.
Some Imperial
Rich
Institute,
in symbol, in ornament,
to the centuries.
Of
this great
And
Ceremonial,
EX.
Commerce
Empire
407
4o8
VICTORIA.
Golden year
of her Jubilee
XI.
Hand
TO PROFESSOR
JEBB.
From
mummy
that
wheat
as sweet
So may
If
this
Tho' dead in
its
Trinacrian Enna,
In Bologna.
isle.
They
409
is
doubtful.
on the threshold
Falls
Who
Until
When
thro' at
thy lost
thee,
thro'
self.
and
And welcome
When
O my
of ghosts
and dreams,
dumb
dazed and
once from
child,
state to state.
Might break
Saw
God
With passing
On
thou earnest,
the
flies
dawn
first
sudden nightingale
flash' d into
and
a frolic of song
gleam
as of the
moon.
That shadow
Queen
of
eyes
410
Persephone
my
child!
Thine
41
swimming
Burst from a
And robed
'Mother!
and
'
Awed even me
That
oft
at
first,
thy mother
eyes
Draw downward
into
Hades with
his drift
Of
By
from below
men beheld
The
And
him by
the
Sun?
So in
The
field of
With
we stand
cry,
and Heaven
again.
All flowers
but for
falls.
Of dark Aidoneus
And
here,
my
Within me shudder,
lest the
motherhood
naked glebe
gulf,
and thence
412
The
shrilly
And
Jet
upward
No!
mid-day blossom.
thro' the
it;
And
air,
all at
all
the space
itself afresh,
Child,
I
envied
human
Thro'
Thy
many
a palace,
many
is
my
loved one?
Wherefore do ye wail?
climb' d on
And
all
the
cliffs of all
the seas.
moan about
the world
for
my
child?'
voices came
'?
and
all
the woods.
413
The murmur
Me, me,
city,
and heard
desolate
the
Mother!
'Where'?
and
turn'd,
And
fled
And
grieved for
man
thro' all
my
The
The
skulls;
On
came
'Where
'
*We know
And
and
not, for
we spin
There
is
the lives of
rift.
the three
all
men,
'
Nothing knew.
far-off
flits
to
warn
So he, the
Drew from
God
of dreams,
who heard my
cry,
414
Is brother of the
in the lowest,
And
Of
Dark one
the child
I,
Power
That
her buried
lifts
life
from gloom
to
bloom,
Then
I
I,
Gods
their feasts; to
of
Heaven.
me
lips,
The man,
My
The
and
bird,
my
ravings hush'd
To send my
life thro'
And golden
grain,
my
gift to helpless
man.
Were hollow-husk' d,
Pale at
my
grief,
Sickening, and
Then He,
Who still
On earth
is
fell,
^tna
He
a fruitless fallow,
And
the leaf
prayer of
when he miss'd
men, decreed
415
Once more
Will see
me by
Blessing his
gleam
dawn
of
field,
threshing-floor.
Yet
I,
am
Earth-Goddess,
What meant
still
but ill-conten;
are highest.
To quench,
Not spread
To
Gods indeed,
The
sunless halls of
Hades
And
all
the
Shadow die
into
Heaven?
When thou shalt dwell the whole bright year with me,
And souls of men, who grew beyond their race.
And made
that hast
that worship
from men.
which
is
Fear,
From buried
mine
and
bless
4i6
also,
is
silent field of
Asphodel.
OWD
Naay, noa mander ^
o'
R0A.1
Roa,
But
Fur
can naither
nor goa.
means
fur to
maake
'is
owd aage
as 'appy as
iver I can,
I iver
owad mottal
man.
Thou's rode of
'is
was
alius as
good
as gowd.
howd*
'is
when
'e
oan,
VOL.
Old Rover.
IV.
Manner.
2E
Hold.
417
OlVD ROA.
4i8
An'
'e
not
down
wi'
'is taail,
we was
An'
'e
sarved
when
I
i'
'e
to
Howlaby Daale.
me
sa well
cooms
to
when
'e
be dead,
soom
soort of a sarv'ice
read.
Fur
'e's
the Parliament
man
'at
my
oan
sen,
if 'e
'
them words be
i'
Scriptur
an'
UU
be fun'
upo' two.
knaws they
till tlia
'ears it
be strikin'
the hour.
Fur
wants to
tell
tha o'
Roawhen we
lived
laby Daale,
*
Found.
'Ou'
as in 'house.'
i'
How-
OWD
Ten
year sin
one glass
Naay naay!
Wi' haafe
like a
my
o'
mun nobbut
hev'
daay
the chimleys a-twizzen'd^ an'
band
The
fellers as
An'
sattle their
fall o'
tha
of aale.
419
ROA.
o'
twined
haay.
maakes them
coom
picturs, 'ud
at the
the year,
poorch theere,
An' the Heagle
'as
o*
ivin'
as
graw'd
hall
i'
on
it
now
all
Goan
but
it's
down, an'
by the plow
Theere, when the 'ouse wur a house, one night I'wur
sittin' aloan,
'
Owd-farran'd,' old-fashioned.
On
2 Built.
5 Ivy.
'
Twizzen'd,' twisted.
a staff ragule.
Mangolds and
turnips.
OlVD ROA.
420
my
feeat, an'
sleeapin'
still
as a
stoan,
Of a Christmas Eave,
an'
as
cowd
midders ^ as white,
An'
the
fences
all
on 'em
bolster' d
oop
wi'
the
wur awaake.
An' smoakin' an' thinkin'
o'
things
Doant
maake
An' 'ed goan their waays; ther was nobbut three, an'
noan on 'em
They was
all
theere.
on 'em fear'd
not sleeap
i'
o' the
the 'ouse.
was nobbut a
rat
or a mouse.
An'
was
all
the daale
of a thaw,
Meadows.
'
Drifted snow.
Once.
most
part, generally.
OPVn ROA.
Fur
snaake
An'
bank
fro' the
An' then as
o'
Saw
my
snaw
o' the
i'
slushin'
down
it
drip
neck.
times
to the beck,
stood
down
the snaw,
i'
421
thowt
o'
the
good owd
was goan,
'at
An' the munney they maade by the war, an' the times
'at
Fur
thowt
if
ners' wheat,
Howiver was
feeat.
Howiver was
fur to find
my
my
men?
An'
all
along
o'
'is
back of
hissen.
Thou
slep
i'
the
chaumber above
us,
we couldn't
ha'
Sa Moother 'ed
craadle an'
tell'd
ma
to bring tha
all;
1
Peel.
422
Fur the
gell o'
own
ROA.
farm
'at slep
the
'er foalk
by cause
o'
the
when Moother
'ed
Christmas Eave;
But
my
lad,
gotten to bed.
An'
slep
my
i'
Traade runn'd
dream' d
Till I
'at
my
i'
Freea
'ead.
Squire walkt
to
him
Then
seed at
theer
An'
i'
'e says
'is
the graate.
'can ya paay
me
'
an' I
An'
howd hard
cotch'd
'e
o'
my
hairm,^
'
Then hout
'Tha'll
niver,
says
'
Christmas Eave'
Then
waaked
tearin'
An'
I,
'be a-turnin
an' I fun
my
ma
it
slieave.
knaw'd
'is
hout upo'
intent;
Arm.
Mad.
noawaays
own
An'
ROA.
423
kick an'
Then
'e
'a
'e
tummled up
brokken
'is
stairs, fur I
An'
down
my
i'
'eard 'im, as
if
'e'd
little
wouldn't sneck;
I slep'
'im a
neck.
An'
I fetcht
went.
my
hairm hingin'
to the floor.
thowt
it
tearin'
me
An'
thowt
Moother
'What
'at I
kick'd thy
istead.
arta snorin'
is
afire,'
she said.
Thy Moother
'ed
farm,
She
'ud spy
off ens
not a mossel
o'
harm;
waay
Fur the
i'
in the
which
wur gawin'
that
to the bad.
gell
the squad.
Latch.
there warn't
own
424
kep
An'
my chair,
ma then.
i'
rilin'
says 'I'd be
let
ma
mun
*Ya
good
ma
haafe ower
if
tha'd onywaays
i'
fur
Git oop,
if
ya're ony-
for owt.
good
noawaays
not
nowadaays
nowt
do
to tha, Bess,
a-
waays good
And
was nobbut
be good,
mysen,
tell'd 'er
Sa
ROA.
Nowt^
of all
Nowts
as 'ull hallus
as 'e's bid.'
is
afire,'
she said;
then
seed
'er
a-cryin', I did.
Sa
it
mun
an'
saave
little
Dick, an' be
all,'
Ladder.
A thoroughly
like
OlVD ROA.
An'
claums an'
425
hoiit
i'
my
heyes
till I
feald
mysen
ready to drop.
me
not to be skeard,
An'
wasn't afeard, or
af eard ;
But
my
a-liggin,
lad,
i'
chaumber a-yowlin'
the
an'
mad;
if
An'
it
Then
I call'd
think as 'e'd
But
'(?
coom' d
to the
wV my
bairn V Hs mouth
winder theere!
He coom'd
'eard
'ear,
'is
like a
Hangel
o'
naame,
1
Mark.
marcy
as soon
as 'e
OWD
426
Or
like tother
Hangel
ROA.
Scriptur 'at
i'
summun
seed
i'
the flaame,
When summun
son to she,
Sa
i'
saavin' a son
me.
I says 'I
mun gaw up
agean
fur Roa.'
*Gaw up agean
mun
An'
claumb'dup agean
'is 'air
'e
I tell'd 'er
'Yeas
clemm'd^
the 'ead.
coom'd
at fust fur
Fur
'
goa.'
owd Roa by
An'
varmint?
fur the
off
i'
my
dead;
as blind as a poop.
couldn't
Wi' the wind blawin' hard tother waay, an' the wind
wasn't like to turn.
1
Clutched.
'
An'
/kep
a
own
ROA.
Roa
till *e
a-callin' o'
427
waggled
'is taail
fur
bit,
'em
yit;
all
a-squealin' thysen,
An'
I 'card the
when
Fur the
rummle down
fire
judgment daay.
Warm enew
cowd
as owt,
An'
i'
cowd
that night,
the straw.
Beams.
Wrapt
ourselves.
poor
OFTD ROA.
428
Haafe
o' the
when
tummlin' in
Too
laate
but
it's
all
ower
now hall
hower
an'
Too
laate, tha
I'll
mun
squench the
Fur we meant
'ev
but
I'll
coora an'
light.
naw moor
fires
and soa
little
Dick,
good-night.
1
The beam
the ridge.
VASTNESS.
Many
many
a vanish' d face,
Many
a planet
roll
of a vanish' d race.
Raving
politics,
never at rest
as this
poor earth's
What
is it all
m.
Lies upon this side, lies upon that side, truthless
violence
mourn 'd by
the Wise,
upon
his
own
in a popular
lies;
IV.
army and
fleet,
429
VASTNESS.
430
Death
wrong cause,
V.
name.
VI.
all
but
lost in the
gloom
of
up by her
vn.
Trade
and
wharves forlorn;
vm.
Star of the morning,
Hope
in the sunrise;
gloom
of
Pleasure
who
flaunts
flying robe
VASTNESS.
431
rx.
worm which
up again
Stirs
him back
writhes
all
and
stings
as Poverty;
Flattery gilding
XI.
Fame blowing
challenge to
Time and
to Fate;
nettle
on
all
the
Great;
xn.
Love
for
the maiden,
Household
happiness,
gracious
children,
debtless
xm.
National hatreds of whole generations, and pia:my
spites of the village spire;
VASTNESS.
432
Vows
moment
and vows
of fire;
XIV.
He
He
it,
flesh
and died
without mind;
till
Self
died
XV.
Spring and
Winter, and
all
Empire
what
is all
of
it
change
of
the
worth ?
XVI.
What
the philosophies,
all
is
with
is
XVII.
What
is it all, if
own
we
all of
corpse-coffins at
VASTNESS.
433
xvni.
What but
murmur
moment's anger
Peace,
let it
ever
be
the
of
the gloom, or a
gnats in
2F
alive.
for
gbuattJ> to
tfee
THE
RING.
(singing).
Mellow moon
of heaven,
Bright in blue,
Moon
of married hearts.
me
bliss.
this.
From
at
times
the night.
of sight.
434
THE RING,
435
Silver crescent-curve,
Coming
soon,
Honey Moon.
my
Shall not
love last,
Father.
of
one?
Miriam.
The prophet
of his own,
And
when
bridegroom.'
my Hubert his
the setting.
Does
it
please you?
Father.
Mainly, child.
Because
She
With
I
,
all
warmth
of
summer.
is
west
THE
436
RING.
Miriam.
Well,
On
a sudden I
With
all
know not
I felt
Father
{mutterifig to himself).
Even
The Ghost
in
to
itself
that
so.
from Man,
of the
day
No
But
And
utter
Ionian
hell, for
man,
knowledge
is
rules
My
all
the Spheres
With me
to-day.
Miriam.
You speak
Your 'Miriam breaks
Breaking an old one ?
'
is
so low, what
making
new
is it?
link
THE
RING.
437
Father.
No,
Have been
till
now each
for we,
my
child.
other's all-in-all.
MmiAM.
And you
Father.
I,
whom you
Miriam.
other?
Father.
left in
May?
Miriam.
No
father, Spain,
the swallow.
me home
Wish me
joy!
Father.
THE
438
RING.
Miriam.
The
to call
me once
Who meant
to sleep her
Father.
Ay, but
Your
now
this ring.
Miriam.
'lo t'amo'
for
me from you
then?
Father.
Well,
One way
for
Miriam.
Miriam.
Miriam am
not?
Father.
Was
to
be given you
Or on
of age
THE
RING,
439
MlRL4M.
I
never saw
it
yet so
all
ablaze
if
And
to the pinnacles.
all
And how
To summer
flight
lands
Father.
And
Fly
care
not.
that has
made you
grave ?
the
nest.
Child,
Than
in
am
mine own.
Miriam.
It is
not that
Father.
What
else?
Miriam.
What chamber,
Your nurse
is
here?
child?
THE RING.
440
Miriam.
My
She comes to dress
me
my
in
bridal veil.
Father.
What did
she say?
Miriam.
She
Had been
She fear'd
About
Is
my
abroad for
I
my
you and
said, that
had forgotten
her,
and
ask'd
fine.'
Father.
She said
perhaps indeed
far
that you,
the common date of death
When I was smaller than the statuette
Of my dear Mother on your bracket here
You took me to that chamber in the tower,
Beyond
The topmost
And
a chest
there,
and dresses
left to
I,
she said.
me,
THE
RING.
used
stretch' d my hands
woman came
me from my nurse. I hear her yet
To
As
if I
And caught
as
441
Father.
Garrulous old crone.
Miriam.
Poor nurse!
Father.
myself would
all
tell
mention
you
all
of the ring.
to-day.
Miriam.
'
she
'
mumbled.
But you
Father.
Ay, to-day!
I
An
To
on me, while
stoopt
felt
Still,
THE
442
RING.
MlRL\M.
Father.
Yes, for
my
married
The
Muriel
life,
to
me.
Miriam.
Vext, that you thought
Or
at
My
my
my Mother came
crying 'Mother?
to
me?
or to find
'
To
dazzle
all that
see
them ?
Father.
Wait a while.
Miriam Erne
And Muriel Erne the two were cousins lived
Your Mother and step-mother
over
when
a babe.
THE
RING.
443
Miriam.
I
climb'd the
And
Came on
We
hill
saw
the wind,
far off
and seem'd
to say 'Again.'
Father.
And
I
there
The
girls of
No
dark,
fly;
fair.
my
heart
On
To
the other,
The raven
Were
knew not
For
yet not
all
that
The brook
And
in
mine
it
most,
but both
used to walk
melancholy; mine
And
which pleased
And
that
'debt,'
murmur'd
'debt,'
of old elms,
THE
444
RING.
Miriam.
Father's fault
Father.
Ay, but then
woke
Till, in the
The form
of Muriel faded,
till I
knew;
And
The
MlRL4M.
left
you wealth,
Your kinsman?
Father.
I
He
loved
my name
Home, and
So
far
thro' Venice,
gone down, or so
where a
far
up
pass'd
jeweller.
in life.
THE RING.
445
'
is
weird.'
Then with
'And
if
They
still
remember what
to
it
any maid,
them
cost
here.
theft
And
Two
Had
thief.
gift.'
'Long ago
quarrell'd,
the
till
And
man
repenting sent
sent
it
on her birthday.
Return' d
it
She in wrath
that
day
He
The
And
she that
And found
From
his
came
to part
them
ring,
him
all
fell;
too late,
dead
finger,
wore
it till
her death,
Made
every
moment
THE
446
And
"I
dying
RING.
memory,
rose,
'
Miriam.
Legend or
Did
true
him?
Father.
Ay!
But that half skeleton, like a barren ghost
From
hollow laughter
Miriam.
Vile, so near the ghost
But you?
Father.
Well, as the bygone lover thro'
Had
this ring
Would
Of Miriam; then
'From Walter
'
on the
Name, surname,
all as
ring,
and send
it
wrote
fingers
were so
stiffen'
d by the frost
the ring-
THE
Of seven and ninety
'Miriam
that
'
And Muriel
RING.
447
'
meant
and flaunted
ring,
it
Where stood
A week betwixt
birthday
and when
but
coming home
all
but yours
the tower as
Was
all
And
all
Head-foremost
now
that rich
of the tower?
light shot
What sparkled
there
So close together.
'O Miriam
Miriam!
The hand
it
they?
lake.
am
'
that
'O Miriam,
if
She glanced
at
wore
it,
you love
me,
till I
me
cried again:
at Muriel,
let it be.'
statue-like
'Nay,
Then
was
if
THE RING.
448
And
way
And
gave
it
is
drew the
it
Muriel
well then.'
ring.
it
fled.
Miriam.
Poor Muriel
Father.
Ay, poor Muriel,
What
Not
follows
first.
And
My
enter'd with
it,
moulder'd
Then
One
'that those
who
threats.
'See!
floor!
smile,
lose
can
find.*
for a year.
my Miriam
And
she
I sat
My
ring too
when
she
comes
of age, or
when
THE
You
love
me
RING.
"lo t'amo."
still
449
Murielno
Her
And
Gleam 'd
burial
for a
which
my
lives
eyes,
own on
in her
Upon
life,
moment
Promise me,
shall
Beyond our
she
self,
earth.
latest kiss
Miriam.
poor Mother
And
The
little senseless,
life
Father.
Desolate? yes!
Desolate as that sailor,
Had
the storm
And dash'd
half
WcxC always
And
whom
sure
And saw
am
my
ailing.
I,
I.
you
THE RING.
450
And
smiled, and
That should be
fix'd,
'
rose
full
health
By
'Among
You
damp
scorn
my
vale of yours!
We
often walk
The mist
of
And shroud
light
Above
long;
till I
veering there
'
One
for
it,
'
And
lake,
fiery
'
in.'
'Nay,' she
THE RING.
451
am
In aiming at an
To
I
strike
came,
weeks her
all
struck; I took,
it,
fly.
fix'd intent,
you there;
I left
Till
And
all
me
into bloom.
carrying you,
That angling
Had
to the
mother.
weaken'd, nursing
She used
On
for
fly
to
little
'Muriel's health
Miriam.
this of yours.
'
Not
You
To Miriam,'
all
Strange!
In
left
'Doubtless
the world
my
'
bait,
'Ever since
I told
her 'sent
she makes
Her
And
fell,
Her
heart!
THE
452
I
RING.
Who
man
and a
stone,
upward
Gratitude
thro' the
shadow; yet
loneliness desire
to
Some
Well
'I
you know
it
had forgotten
nay
half remorseful
well,
at last,
keep
my wedded
wife
'
between
us,
thrill
No
of the farce.
Nor ever
let
to set
sight,
Nor
Nor
Why had
Why had
And
made her
love
first
me
to
her?
Not she
The
men
the best
in her angrier
moods,
THE RING.
453
Against
my
t'amo
"
'
of a sepulchre.
But
still
she
icy breath.
my vow,
my vow;
told her of
No
And even
My
her,
cry,
Italian words,
A
A
No!
flung herself
became a weariness.
Weird whispers,
bells that
fell.
Miriam.
And
remember once
By noises
I
in the house
that being
waked
Fall
on
my
hand
THE
454
Look'd
And
Or
upon me
in
RING.
gleam and pass'd,
like a
is it
some
half
memory
of a
dream?
Father.
Your
September birthday.
fifth
MlRL\M.
And
The hand,
the face,
my Mother.
Father.
Miriam, on that day
Two
lovers parted
Mere want
Bound by
Had
of gold
by no scurrilous
and
still
first
love
Than
Their marriage-banquet.
*I
tale
am
my
fitter for
bed, or for
She clung to
me
'
And
my
grave,
And when
the
went alone.
bridegroom murmur' d,
ring,
I felt for
what
The guardian
could not
'With
this
THE
I
kept
it
as a sacred
About me,
gone!
RING.
455
amulet
and gone
in that
embrace!
The
air
Among them
I
The
me
Glared at
And chafed
All
all
Dead
Dead
stolen,
torn
it
from her
!^
took
inwards.
Then
!'
as in horror.
Were crumpled
wake
finger, or as
if
As if
Miriam.
Miriam.
Yes, yes!
Father.
life
far.
THE RING.
456
Or
lost the
As we
moment
of their past
on
earth,
Asif
Miriam.
Father.
-wrench'd
it
Miriam.
Had
Till
Am
half afraid to
wear
And
myself
it.
Father.
Well, no more
No
You have
With
Her
is
that, still
spirit
drawn downward
too,
may
her free.
left
for
an hour,
Was married
Some
earth
Except
linger,
like a
till
she sees
capital city,
Clash welcome
till
bells
away.
THE
She lean'd
to
RING.
457
Her
Has
enter' d
on the
larger
woman-world
Your nurse
is
waiting.
Kiss
me
veil
FORLORN.
I.
*He
is fled
He
that
wrought
the flattery
my
and the
ruin
craft
When
II.
*Who was
it
is
growing.
III.
W^hat
There
is
is
this you're
laughter
dreaming?
down
in Hell
FORLORN.
459
When
IV.
You
hand
to place a
in his
You
Waiting
for your
In the night,
summons
the night
There
will
Hard
to
come
a witness soon
be confuted.
When
the night,
VI.
Tower and
altar
In the night,
When
the
mind
trembling
the night,
is
failing!
FORLORN.
46o
vn.
How
kill
your hand
is
your child?
shaking
What
you're taking?
is this
In the night,
the night,
is
sleeping.
VIII.
Dreadful
O
You
has
it
come
to this,
unhappy creature?
that
In the night,
the night,
IX.
veil
your
sin,
it.
In the night,
Long before
it
the night.
the dawning.
X.
tell
him
all,
lying
FORLORN.
Do
You
that
know
In the night,
lie in
461
your mouth,
you're dying
the night,
yawning.
is
XI.
you
No
You
will live
Then
till
little
In the night,
thai
longer
is
born.
...
the night,
is
prowling.
XII.
In the night,
When
the night,
Tell
him now
him
all
is short,
or never
In the night,
Where
there's
...
the night.
no
forgetting.
FORLORN.
462
XIV.
Up
him
all,
And
word with
tears,
And
while the
moon was
setting.
HAPPY.
THE leper's bride.
I.
Why
is it
that
you
fear?
Is
is
And
lost
him,
he fled?
there
the heron
rises
mere.
And
flies
lives
the
live
and
living-dead.
II.
Come
back, nor
let
me know
it
would he
die alone?
And
me
bride.
Who
his, his
own.
To
463
him
HAPPY.
464
III.
The door
My
is
weed?
open.
He
is
it is
he and he indeed
IV.
My
roses
off
We
will
mine,
his
from
the tree
morn ?
God,
Thy
fight
leper to compass
him
for Thee,
And Thou
hast
made him
with scorn
V.
coward and
the base.
And
set a crueller
the
He
me from
him.
I will
front
him
face to face.
you.
would leap
HAPPY.
465
VI.
My
warrior of the
of the conquering
sword,
The
you
No
roses that
once more
bring
me,
O my
these.
me when you
tell
lord,
your disease.
VII.
You
say your
Who
body
is
yearn to lay
so foul
my
then here
stand apart,
breast.
The
may
leper plague
my
my
scale
heart;
Your body
is
is
foul at
best.
VIII.
loved you
first
fair,
but
now
I love
you most;
The
will feast;
holy
human
ghost.
all
its
IV.
2H
HAPPY.
466
IX.
flesh that
soul
and mine,
Will vanish and give place to the beauty that endures,
X.
The beauty
that endures
When we
Hermon
Christ on
hill,
and
light in
light.
moment
as
we
will.
XI.
Foul
foul
the
that right
Which
fells the
And sway'd
Holy
And
worship
you
as
the
woodman
wood.
clove the
it
hand
Moslem
into blood-
HAPPY.
467
XII.
And once
worshipt
all
of
decay,
For Age
will
the grief
when
yesterday
They bore
funeral hymns.
XIII.
'Libera me,
The
Domine
Priest
'
feet,
men,
But seen upon the
silent
brow w^hen
life
has ceased
to beat.
XIV.
'Libera
Who
710s,
Domine
'
you
bier,
there
and weep-
May
come
and changed
the prayer
And
'
HAPPYo
468
XV.
My
All
it.
well
If I lose it
and myself
XVI.
Who
me
whisper'd
nearer
He
to
life to life.
'your Ulric
loves'
little
still
my
lie
wife
woos
'
me
to
his will.
XVII.
knew
that
me when
I let
the lips?
him
kiss
my
brow;
Did
he touch
me on
was jealous,
anger' d, vain.
And
meant
of
to
make you
jealous.
me now?
Your pardon,
O my
love,
if I
HAPPY,
469
xvin.
sigh'd
how
it
froze
bride,
Tho'
effort to
break
it
at the last.
XIX.
I
knew
You were parting
you frown' d;
tho'
You
All at
once
And you
them
to the ground.
XX.
You parted
And
for the
not
I.
word
My
to
me,
nature was
too proud.
And him
When
I
I
and loud
far
away was
he.
HAPPY.
470
XXI.
slant
falling
on
your head
Then
I lifted
up
my
eyes,
fell
I clapt
my
The sudden
hands.
fire
And
sent
fire
him
of Hell.
XXII.
See, I
repented and
repent,
And
trust
God
to
whom
kneel.
little
nearer?
Till I
Yes.
I shall
hardly be content
my
love,
from head
I,
would
slight our
to heel.
XXIII.
marriage oath
I
Now God
has
moment even
made you
leper in
for
both,
HAPPY.
471
XXIV.
The
who
Priest,
man and
If
flesh, let
mine be
leprous too,
As dead from
all
the
human
race as
if
beneath the
mould
you be dead, then
If
am
dead,
who only
live for
you.
XXV.
Would Earth
be follow' d by the
Moon?
The
The shadow
of
Or
if
noon?
/ had been
wife
XXVI.
Still
you wave
me
What?
fling
off
poor roses
go
them
gracious.
from the
bush we
set
to
No
you?
well that
were hardly
HAPPY.
472
little
nearer yet
XXVII.
There, there
is
not to blame.
He
I
thank him.
the
am
happy, happy.
Kiss me.
In
name
I will
live
TO ULYSSES.
I.
Whose
Her
From
eyes have
tribes of
known
Corrientes to Japan,
II.
To you
I
soaking here
in
winter wet
III.
In summer
To
if I
reach
my
day
who breathe
And
the balm.
TO ULYSSES.
474
IV.
I tolerant of
Who
On
Of
leafless elm, or
naked
lime,
V.
And
see
My
my
When
frost is
Or marvel how
brief-
English air
VI.
My
faintest sun
VII.
Or watch
The
warrior of Caprera
A name
set,
year
TO ULYSSES.
475
VIII.
I,
On
Among
at
downs
the quarried
home
of
Wight,
IX.
Not
less
would yield
know
not,
full
thanks to you
gift,
tree-fern,
bamboo.
X.
The wealth
of tropic
Your Oriental
Eden-isles,
smiles
XI.
Phra-Chai, the
Shadow
of the Best,
Anatolian Ghost
all
the rest.
TO ULYSSES,
476
XII.
Thro' which
I follow'd line
by
line
To
gift of
friend,
and send
TO MARY BOYLE.
With the following Poem.
I.
Spring-flowers'
Your leave
While you
of
still
delay to take
Town,
down.
n.
Be
There
Our cuckoo
Be needle
to the
Nor
wait,
heard
call.
magnet
of your word,
till all
in.
And garden
And
all
pass,
Drop
to the grass.
477
laburnum chain
TO MARY BOYLE.
478
IV.
memory
Is
Dead with
For ere she
My
*I
the
left us,
rest,
dead?
prest
spring- flowers.'
You came
not,
friend;
My
send,
VI.
Found yesterday
By mine
As
old
self,
I shall
vn.
A rhyme
And kingcup
And more
blaze,
In rick-fire days.
TO MARY BOYLE.
479
vin.
When
And
sanguine Lazarus
felt
a vacant hand
IX.
By tonguester
And once
When
well
to the height
tricks.
remember
thirty ricks,
X.
All flaming,
These hands of
Have
Hell-
mine
Along the
line,
XI.
When
this bare
dome had
girl of girls;
TO MARY BOYLE.
48o
xn.
And
you, that
now
are lonely,
Might
find a flickering
glimmer
of relief
In change of place.
XIII.
What
And
life of
mingled pains
joys to me,
The Mystery.
XIV.
He
XV.
The
Not long
mourn and
to wait
To
that
dim
gate.
sigh-
TO MARY BOYLE.
481
XVI.
Take, read
and be the
Or many
He
or few,
faults
wish in you
xvn.
To change
all
her realm
And whispering
oak.
THE PROGRESS OF
The
SPRING.
Come,
The
Spring, for
to kisses of the
now from
bee
all
itself
away.
leaves
She comes
The
Her
The
frost-bead melts
hair;
Now wraps
To
now arching
her close,
n.
Up
tits,
482
welcome
and
her.
THE PROGRESS OF
SPRING.
483
The
bosom blushes
linnet's
at her gaze,
Watching her
And
in her
Patient
looks,
sits
of the brooks.
farm and
field
And,
and gracious
Come, Spring
On
flits.
all
my
blood,
Lodge with me
the year
all
III.
Once more
downy
I thro'
Yon blanching
On
They
These
descending slow!
brook in forest-paths,
They
On
lose themselves
that
Thy gay
And
Thy
new
and die
life that
lent-lilies
gems
by,
484
IV.
She
hamlet.
But in the
Heaven
lours,
I see the
by the barren
tiles.
Come, Spring
To
roll
all
the land.
is
glad
And
Make
all true
V.
Across
my
garden
The fountain
stirs.
jets.
turtle purrs.
And
scatters
The kingcup
fills
of dew.
isles of
vernal blue.
485
Whose
Flies
tunic white as
to display
May
VI.
born,
my
From under
I sat
far
meadow zoned
rose a muffled
moan
turf
was
fresh, the
all their
woods
vales below.
of canes;
vn.
'Then from
I
my
And drank
That
the
dews and
486
On
for
of
Love
of lowly flowers
to fresh results,
Beyond
The
man
life
may
still-fulfilling
close as
it
began,
promise of a light
of night.'
vm.
The coming
my
may mark
soul, that I
year's great
Or whether,
spark
of warring wills;
The smoke
Or should
those
fail,
men;
of
warms,
And
ills.
to
and alarms
arms
'
!
487
IX.
Who
Thy
And
How
March
And
changest, breathing
Thy scope
of operation,
Larger and
it,
May,
day by day,
on wing.
to
to
human mind
bud
That
after
Life,
which
is
Life indeed.
YOUNG Mariner,
You from
Under
the haven
the sea-cliff,
You
that are
The
gray Magician
With eyes
/am
of
watching
wonder,
Merlin,
And /am
dying,
/am Merlin
Who follow The
Gleam.
II.
Who
me
found
at sunrise
woke me
me Magic!
Sleeping, and
And
learn'd
And sweet
When
the Magic,
On human
And
all
Moving
faces,
around me,
to
melody,
in.
Once
at the croak of a
crost
Raven who
it,
barbarous people.
And
Snarl' d at
A demon
The
light retreated.
The Master
whisper'
IV.
Then
to the melody,
Over a wilderness
Gliding, and glancing at
Elf of the woodland,
489
490
of the cavern,
and Giant,
Griffin
And dancing
of Fairies
In desolate hollows,
And
And
rolling of dragons
By warble
of water,
Or
cataract music
Of
falling torrents,
Flitted
Down
And
And
The Gleam.
Silent river.
Silvery willow.
Innocent maidens.
Garrulous children.
Homestead and
harvest,
And rough-ruddy
Of lowly
Slided
faces
labour,
The Gleam
491
VI.
Led me
To
at length
the city
Of Arthur
Touch' d
and palace
the king;
at the
golden
on the Tournament,
From helmet
And
last
to helmet.
on the forehead
VII.
And cannot
die;
and slowly
The Gleam,
that
glimmer
had waned
to a wintry
492
icy fallow
And faded
Drew
forest,
to the valley
of the glimmer,
And
slowly
moving again
to a
Yearningly tender,
on the shadow.
Fell
No
longer a shadow.
VIII.
And
The Gleam
flying
Wed
to the
melody,
Sang
And
onward,
to follow,
whenever
In passing
Hamlet
it
glanced upon
or city,
hillock,
melody
And
into blossom;
so to the land's
Last limit
And can no
came
longer,
For
thro' the
Magic
Of boundless Ocean,
And
all
but in Heaven
rx.
Not
of the sunlight.
Not
of the moonlight,
Not
of the starlight
young Mariner,
Down
to the haven.
Launch your
vessel.
it
canvas.
vanishes
it,
follow
it.
493
ROMNEY'S REMORSE.
'
Romney
Romney
till
he went back
he died.
life;
to her
am
'Beat,
Who
little
heart
To
once more?
sit
and
Literary
Lady Hamilton?
Good,
Or spinning
{^Letters
vol. i.)
What!
are you?
am
sure.'
at
if
I fail
Why
should
light live
on the canvas?
494
word?
Art!
ROMNEY'S REMORSE.
Where am
snow on
I ?
all
the hills
495
so hot,
To
Have
I
am
And
but sure
all
yes
have
will not
One draught
deny
am
ashamed.
Could kneel
For
me
my
of icy water.
in Kendal church
That you
own will
sultry throat
There
forehead.
am
you
spill
a trouble to you.
for
me?
Mary, Mary
Words
Of
born of
only,
fever, or the
Wild babble.
fumes
words,
The
truest, kindliest,
noblest-hearted wife
My
curse
Artist
down
ROMNEY'S REMORSE.
496
This seem'd
And
To you my
lured
The
best in
me
me.
Nor even a
Wrong
Sir Joshua,
there!
The
some
will cry.
painter's
that
grew
Blown
May
into glittering
float
may
roll
it
There
The
Of Darkness,
utter Lethe.
Is it so?
Her sad
To make
my own
fame with
me
dearer.
To
How
Your hand.
ring!
Raise me.
thank you.
ROMNEY'S REMORSE.
Has your
mood?
am
497
opiate then
Bred
this black
Than
Work and
And
or
Or does
Ideal?
conscious,
the
gloom
Age
of
upon
more
no more.
And
The world would
lose, if
Might
One
On
favour?
am
bankrupt of
yet
my
crave
claim
all
strongest wish
would you
Still
I
dream 'd
When
last
please you
if it
sit to
me?
summer noon,
You
hills,
I see the
child.
picture yet.
sound from
far
away.
still'
Which
it
for the
moment with
a song
stood
Of ancient Art
VOL.
IV.
in Paris, or in
2
Rome.
ROMNEY'S REMORSE.
498
Mary,
my
crayons
Had
The
known you
but
can, I will.
if I
as I
Sit, listen
That
remember
even
I
a proof
remember 'dj^z/.
at times
All
it,
Your song
little
my
sweet
My
Less profile
turn to
me
three-quarter
For
And
my
honey,
my
sweet.'
face.
bliss!
Sleep
Too
early blinded
by the
kiss of death
You
'
watch' d not
I,
And
And
you go,
My
Ah,
my
sweet.'
a child
ROMNEY'S REMORSE.
Had shamed me
at
it
Down,
tremulous,
you
499
idle tools,
awry,
all
Not one
stroke firm.
Seduced
me from
Who
love her
To win
you, leaves
still,
me
harlot-like.
die
and then
One
truth will
damn me
Who
feel
no touch
Than
all
the myriad
The corpse
of every
my
of
temptation, more
lies,
that blacken
man
that gains a
What matters?
round
name;
'
Ay, but
Fool,
mould
when
the shout
*Why
left
all
her graves,
if
According
to
my word?
'
and
He
should ask
for
my
sake,
replied
mean
That
all
the dead,
For bolder
flings his
Would
And
the
doom
of Hell
Wife-murders,
Who
who wait
turn,
nay,
the ruthless
bowstrung
and glare
at
Harem
Mussulman
in the sea.
made
jeer,
ROMNEY'S REMORSE.
500
The wife
of wives a widow-bride,
and
lost
The
coals of
am
wild again
fire
my
head
Someone knocking
there with
out?
No!
Me
Will
or
my
my
coffin
Should
know
to find
the
man ?
May
leave the
for
me, and
tell
if so,
him
Hope!
"The
He
"
!
said
Mine; worse,
it
...
of the
in the play.
mind
cold, calculated.
Tell
let
'Beat
1
lean
little
my
my
yes, I
Human
son
breast.
I love
me
Hope
PARNASSUS.
monumentum
Quod non
Exegi
Possit diruere
Annorum
series et fuga
innumerabilis
Horace.
temporum.
I.
What
fountain?
to the heights
of the mountain,
And
me up
Lightning
Goddesses, help
thither
may
mine
is
overcome
And
me
to
stand with
it,
my
roll
my
Sounding
for ever
and ever
thro' Earth
and her
listen-
ing nations,
And mixt
constellations.
COI
PARNASSUS.
502
What be
tain,
Taller than
all
the Muses,
the
all
mountain?
On
those two
ever spreading
and heightening;
Poet, that evergreen laurel
blasted by
is
more than
lightning!
disappearing!
hearing!
the
sight
confuses
terrible
Muses
in.
If
Pierian
fire
from
off
pure
altar,
would not
within him
falter;
fire
Homer
here
is
Homer
BY AN EVOLUTIONIST.
The Lord
let the
man,
And
And
the
the
man
Lord
said
'Not
'Am
your debtor?
make
yet: but
it
as clean as
you
can,
And
If
then
I will let
my body come
you a
better.'
from brutes,
my
soul uncertain, or
a fable,
Why
morning
I,
shines,
my
hounds, and in
my
stable.
women and
of
wines?
n.
What
hast thou
done
breaking
my
for
BY AN E VOL U TIONIS T.
504
Would
Old Age.
Done
for thee
on a
now for
star.
I.
If
my body come
from brutes,
tho'
somewhat
finer
am
heir,
and
this
my
kingdom.
voice be mute?
No, but
if
me from
the
throne,
Hold
the sceptre,
Human
Soul,
and
II.
gaze at a
Where
of a low desire.
But
Man
is
quiet
at last
is
higher.
What
sight so lured
As where
him
he knew
Far
far
hue,
Far
What vague
own
away
away.
far
Far
away
far
From some
fair
dawn beyond
Far
Far, far,
The
how
What charm
away
far
bounds of
Far
in words, a
earth,
away
far
live
away?
far
POLITICS.
We
Nor always on
And
if
we move
the plain,
to such a goal
As Wisdom hopes
Then you
to gain,
that drive,
Craft,
Nor lend an
random
ear to
Or you may
cries,
drive in vain.
506
BEAUTIFUL
CITY.
European confusion,
How
E-volution
Roll'd again back on
itself in
a civic insanity
507
the tides of
fifty
years ago,
As
Glows
THE
Act
first,
You
And
PLAY.
all
yet be patient.
In some
fifth
Act what
this wild
508
Drama means.
still
Which
types
But, friend,
TO ONE
all
are incomplete,
man-woman
is
not woman-man.
future.
May
May seem
meet,
ENGLISH.
THE SNOWDROP.
Man\',
many welcomes
February fair-maid,
Coming
Prophet of the
May
time,
THE THROSTLE.
'Summer
I
coming, summer
is
know
it,
know
it,
my
wild
life
coming.
is
know
it.
Poet.
little
it
'
!
as gladly.
Is it
then so
new
And
is
friend,
little
hardly a daisy.
Summer
And
is
coming,
all
is
coming,
my
dear,
5"
THE OAK.
LwE
thy Life,
Young and
old,
Living gold
Summer-rich
Gold again.
Fall'n at length,
Look, he stands.
Naked
512
strength.
MEMORIAM.
IN
W.
Farewell, whose
like
G.
Ward.
on earth
My
friend, the
I shall
not find,
Most generous
of all Ultramontanes,
Ward,
VOL. IV.
mind,
TO
W.
C.
MACREADY.
1851.
Thy power,
We
well-used to
move
we
part.
Who made
Thine
that our
is it
down
die,
Nor
flicker
And
to brainless
pantomime.
swarm
to see.
on
thee.
514
POETICAL WORKS
OF
Copyright, 1908,
By
NoriDooti i^re
Berwick & Smith Oo.
J. S. Gushing Co.
Norwood, Mass., U.S.A.
APPENDIX.
APPENDIX.
The
Heyne's Homer:
us
me
my
and
"My
father,
brother
my
who
Charles
taught us Greek,
write
the
made
substance of
Virgils,
and Juvenals,
several commentators.
learnt
My
well
In the
our
etc.,
little
his, writing in
Not long
after the
my
poetic feeling
my
The
passages in the
it
stands here.
517
5i8
ILIAD.
The meeting
to
So
the
And many
and thither
the other
First
of the
Achaians,
striking
the
Him
helmet
he struck
;
Akamas
thro'
first
among
noblest
the Thracians,
in the forehead,
point passed thro" the bone, and darkness covered his eyes.
of Teuthras,
good things of
life,
in his
all
twain
it
of
charioteer,
And
after
in his stead
for
he loved
bitter
all
and meet
men,
fellow Kalesius,
life
of the
his
whom
nymph Abarbarea
in the
Now
by
ing
among
for shepherd-
APPENDIX.
519
love's
children.
And
And
Odysseus put
to
bronze spear
Then
the death
Pidytes a Percosian
with
and
his
in the height of
Satnioeis.
And
hero
the
And now
Phylakus flying
overtook
Leitus
and
to the death.
And
where the
was rolled
their lord
forth
onward.
"
som
"
alive,
sire
knees,
wealthy
his
him
Take me
;
shadowing spear;
is
my
Out of these
untold ransom
my
if
sire
he learnt that
was
still
So he spake and
of Menelaus, and
520
down
Achaians
to
"
tender-hearted
wrought
brother!
show such
dost thou
pity?
escape
the mother
but
may
may
all
bear in her
wherefore
benefits indeed
May no
whom
Menelaus!
Have such
house by Trojans?
to thine
to
word
womb
soul of
been
them
let
^'
Then
it
aloud:
the plain."
man.
courage
but that
Ilios,
cowed by
their lack of
all
wisest
lies
on
ix.
252.
APPENDIX.
521
"And, moving
hither
and
"
weary
need of
it
compelleth
altho'
women
citadel
the
to
will
to
the
clear-eyed
Athene
in
the
her lay the robe which seemeth to her the largest and the
most
in
of
we
are exceeding
temple
let
we
us.
arms of the
every phalanx,
for the
into the
fall
to their enemies.
and
that
flowing-haired Athene.
" Let her
mercy on the
city
infant children
"
felt tlie
twelve
their
So haply she may hold back from holy Troy the son of
Tydeus, the
of panic
fierce
for sure
warrior, the
am
that he
is
creator
the Achaians.
"
leader of
his brother,
522
And
them
to the
Achaians
slaughter.
and far-famed
go
to
councillors,
that
wives,
my
be men,
allies,
friends,
Ilios,
hecatombs."
upon
and^on
either side
his bossy
neck
his
his ankles.
Then
either
army
and
first
when
in
the
they
midmost
had
field
approached
in
the
battle-cry
"Who
art thou,
good
sir,
of mortal
men?
for
have never
far
surpassed
all
men
my long-shadowing
me in my might are the
"
of hapless parents.
of heaven,
battle.
But
if
in thy
spear.
children
will
not do
APPENDIX.
523
"
who
He who
in a
all
ground
the
their
vessels
And Dionysus
ocean
in
fear
wave of the
her
into
at the
angry
Whereat of a
nor did he
live long,
abhorred.
"Nor
combat
with
indeed
but
the
blessed
gods
if
am
my
full
soon the
doom,"
limit of thy
of
to
And
willing
who
lineage
even as
is
him
thou ask
dost
is
that of men.
"
The
leaves
when
so one generation of
men
the hour
produceth,
thou
if
wouldst
is
that
"There
is
knoweth
also
learn
know my
of
me
lineage
these
:
things,
many
man
it.
all
men
the
524
shrewdest
even Glaucus
gods bestowed on
the
''And
among
strongest
the Argives
fair
him
was
"
Now
in love's
maddened
embracement; but
to
no
in
of Bellerophon,
thou
would
mingle
would not
'
mayst
or
Proetus,
die.
love's
in
thou
slay
embracement
Mayst
Bellerophon who
with
me
altho'
So she
said,
heard thereof; yet he was loth to slay him, for his soul
felt
deathful symbol.
''
And
good guidance.
"And when
all
he sacrificed.
" Yet
when on
the tenth
for his
that
Proetus his
son-in-law.
"
Now
after
evil
APPENDIX.
law, then indeed
he
first
525
lion,
in
in
front a
the middle
fire;
and
he
fiercest fight,
thirdly he
"
And
full
and
bravest,
ward
truth the
;
and
another plot
returning
of a
said,
set
an ambush
for princely
wove
men
for
him
that were
all
to the death.
So when now the king was aware that he was the strong
offspring of a god, he kept him there with himself, and gave
"
him
to wife his
all his
own
kingly honours.
"And
than unto
all
the others
fair
him a
with
tilth for
"
And
Now
and
likewise to
all
"And
when
me
me
to Troy,
boast to be
others,
and not
to
526
my
fathers,
who
Ephyra and
in
and
blood
in the
"It
from
is
this
noble race
boast to be
descended."
was
battle-cry,
gladdened.
He
in mild
"
Of a
of hospitality
bound
to
me by
own
and
palace,
Each
for
behind me in
"Yet
infant
my home when
when m
left it
parted.
me
left
still
an
Achaians.
" Wherefore
Argos
now
am
in Lycia,
whensoever
may
visit
thy people.
"
So
mellay
I
may
let
;
for
many
slaughter,
whomsoever my
whomsoever
feet
the
god
shall give to
me, and
and many
whomsoever thou
art able.
our comrades
may
likewise
know
that
we proclaim
that these
the friend-
APPENDIX.
pHghted
527
Then indeed
of Glaucus
son
Diomede, the
Tydeus,
of
golden
bronze
for
the
Meanwhile
gates
the
Skaian
tree,
And
procession
all in
Now when
he came to the
at last
fair
were
it
one another,
slept
by
their
to
wedded wives
fifty
and
there too for his daughters on the other side opposite within
of kindly
gifts,
to
in his,
fair-
and
" Son,
Surely
hither to
come and
to
lift
the citadel.
" But tarry until
first
;
father,
and
to
if
528
Then
art
for
heart,
thy kinsmen."
made answer
to her:
and
pour out
fear to
washen hands,
for
to
forget
my
noble mother,
might and
my
valour;
not at
it is
my
all
son of Kronos.
" But do thou go to the temple of Athene, the Gatherer of
with
Spoil,^
women
sacrificial
gifts,
is
to thee the
most
beautiful,
and
of the
And vow
unto her to
sacrifice in the
ling heifers,
mercy on the
city,
felt
the goad
so she have
"
Ilios the
son
panic
ay,
go thou
of Spoil, and
haply,
"
for
when
to the
go
will
may
call
him
if
he hearken.
I speak,
to be a
for
him
mighty curse
to
that
the house of
gotten
all
Hades
then could
say that
my
Or
stronger, "
Goddess of Havoc."
A. T.
APPENDIX.
So he spake, and she passing
attendants
to
529
the palace called her
throughout the
Then she
city.
herself descended
chamber,
sailing
whereby
it
as a
gift to
was the
largest
and
it
and
it
'^
sire)
Athene
and which
lay
below
the rest.
all
So she passed
her; and
city,
the
for the
Then
Athene
all
;
and the
fair-faced
up
lifted
their
hands to
set
it
on
break thou
he himself
" That
fall
we may forthwith
sacrifice
mercy on the
city,
felt
in thy temple
twelve
her head.
1
Or
"
VOL.
IV.
Qr
in sign of refusal.
BALLADS AND
530
all
chamber, his
rich-pastured
and
hall,
and Hector
of Priam
of craftsmen in
his
to the
O TILER POEMS.
Alexander
Troy
the best
in the capitol.
to Zeus, entered
and
in his
hand he
glit-
ran a golden
it
ring.
And
crooked bow.
women -servants,
bidding
And
Hector,
in
words
Good
sir,
thine heart
this
anger in
and
it
was
all for
the war and the battle-shout are kindled about our stronghold.
whom
thou
Up
And
will
him
me
in
consuming
fire
answer
in reason
and not
be-
but do thou
abode
abandon myself
my chamber;
in
to sorrow.
1
Or
" deep-soiled."
but
would
fain
APPENDIX.
"
And now my
myself
it
me
" But
battle
with soothing
and even
seemeth that so
now
shifteth
me
hath counselled
wife
531
it
would be
to
for
victory
my armour
for the
better
to the
come
then, tarry
or go,
and
let
me
put on
and
deem
that
shall
overtake thee/'
So he
said,
me
triver of mischief
"
an
Would
that
me
of
shame
my
mother
evil
of
me
the con-
the baleful!
first
bare me,
me away
to
Howsoever seeing
bitterness, then
band,
who
would that
could have
felt
the indignation of
men and
the
man
in the future
therefore
of his doing.
" Yet
come now,
enter,
and be seated on
this couch,
O my
brother, for the trouble touch eth thine heart nearer than any
all
thro'
me
Alexander.
We
two
of us
destiny
for whom
we
shall
Lit.
"
guilt
of
evil
her:
1
thro' the
swept
me
far off."
532
me to be seated, for
me since now all my desire is to go
Trojans, who greatly yearn for me in mine
absence.
" But do thou arouse him^
me
overtake
now
even while
to
For
again
now
let
may
for
my
look upon
shall
to
go
household,
wife,
do not know
or whether
and
am
if I
back to them
me by
the hands
of the Achaians."
and then
ing
full
white-armed
halls the
Andromache.
"Come
O women,
his
tell
and Hector,
me
truly!
my
sisters, or to
temple of Athene,
the
women
Trojan
And
gone nor
where
the
awfi.il
my
other
Is
she gone
brethren? or
long-haired
goddess?"
made answer
me
on the
servant-women
to
him
she
haired
Trojan
women
" But she passed to the great tower of Ilios, hearing that
the Trojans were sore beset, and that the Achaians mightily
1
Or
" fair-tressed."
APPENDIX.
prevailed
even like a
533
madwoman
with them."
And when,
he had come
to the
who
was wedded
Lo
to
then, she
came
like
Him
unto a
meet him
to
babe
and
his
daughter
in
fair star,
Hector used to
Scamandrius
call
courage
will
me
will
"
soon
be thy widow
massacre thee,
But
the earth
for
will
far better
if I
all
of
them
would
lose thee
full
falling
be
it
for
since
for
upon
me
never again
mine
own
the
forlorn,
who
to
descend beneath
will there
meetest
be comfort
And
have no longer a
father, or a noble
the
well-thronged
city
1 "
of
the
my
since
and wasted
the
lofty-gated
Cilicians,
Richly-won."
mother
father,
534
Thebai.
" But he
awe
at the
mound above
raised a
doing of
his
nymphs
of the mountain,
"And
my
those
one day
palace, in
it.
it.
seven brethren,
them
of
all
of
Hades;
as
slew them,
white-fleeced sheep.
"
Moreover
Placos
her
and again he
freed
her,
who poureth
Artemis,
all
taking a boundless
ransom
yet
in
And
mother, and
my
husband
pray thee
brother,
art to
me my
ay and
and noble
father,
my own
more,
strong
here on
thy wife
a widow.
'
And
easiest to climb,
fig-tree,
where the
to be scaled
citadel
is
for thrice
and the
"
or
own
spirit
urgeth
in
them
on,
and
commandeth
them."
And
her:
'
All
am
these
in exceeding
looked
to,
my
wife, but
APPENDIX.
robed
women,
Trojan
535
cowardlike
if
Nor doth my
learnt always
to
suffer
spirit
me
to avoid
since
it,
have
the Trojans, striving to win great glory for myself and for
my
father.
day
will
be when
my mind and
know
in
grieve me, or of
my
who may
brethren
fall
many
a brave one
in
the dust
away
weave
loom
at the
at the
be
(to
woman
bidding of another
and
will,
ing
Lo the
'
of
battle
around
"So
sorrow
turn
of Hector,
wife
the
all
Ilios.'
haply some
will
one
be thine
shall
me beneath
the
when thou
So speaking, the
his babe, but
cover
all
compel thee.
will
mound
art
captivity
but
husband
may
dragged away
to
the earth
I
live to
toward
1 Lit. "
trailing-robed."
536
father,
horse-mane
seeing
and
glitter,
at the crest
it
of
of the
helmet.
And
straightway from
helmet, and set
his
in his hands,
other gods
" Zeus
glittering.
and
all
ye gods, grant
become even
also
glorious
the
it
head
Trojans, like
as
am, a
me mighty
now
man
my
that this,
of
and
in strength,
may
babe,
say,
full
of power to
when he
returneth
and
Lo he is far nobler than his father
may he bear home blood-dyed trophies of his slaughtered
foemen and may his mother rejoice in her heart
from the
battle,
'
'
So speaking, he
wife,
laid
tearfully
babe
his
pitied
her,
called her
in the
bosom, smiling
his
by name
me
my
man
shall
that
send
against
fate to
his
Hades
full
for
sure
no
am
" But
all
work
distaff;
and command
also.
of us
most
of
myself;
Thus speaking,
1 "
the glorious
After he has
first
been born."
horsetail-
APPENDIX.
crested helmet
and
his beloved
upon
returned homeward,
wife
to
tear.
Then
home
of Hector, the
slayer of
537
in all of them.
own home,
living
And
Hector
for
Nor did
halls, but
when he had
when a
city,
and
And
as
dasheth
thro''
it,
and
rioting,
and his
and meadows of
Priam, Paris, from the
mares
height
even so
of Pergamus,
ran
the son of
all in
la7ighingfor lightheartedness,
And
in act to turn
converse
Alexander spake
" Fair
sir, in
eagerness by
to thy
like
the sun,
even while
sweet
arms, glittering
and
him
to
first
the
lordly
very truth
my
Hector,
tarrying
nor came
in
commandment."
works
in war. for
538
"
And mine
when
much
"
hearken to
who
suffer so
But
after, if
let
us pass, and
we
make amends
shall
who
we have driven
forth out of
dwell in heaven,
RETICENCE.
Not
to Silence
would
build
field
But to one of
Her
finer sense,
Not
in
my
verse
lip,
hand
and there
air.
And
veils a breast
Than aught
Near the
I
of
more
fair to
Anadyomene
me
would have a
when
river run.
Such
as never overflows
With
flush of rain, or
molten snows.
light,
APPENDIX
539
With long
its far
tracts of
link
spring,
murmuring.
Which
Where
in
Showers
NOTES.
NOTES.
p. 3.
The
Two
nineteenth year.
original Preface to
The
was composed
my
it
in
One
my
of
withdrew
friends
it
from
however who,
my
late
suffer
the
the
the whole
poem
at
last
to
accompanied with a
sequel a work of my mature
hght
come
reprint
life
into
of
The
Golden Supper?
p. 85.
and
olher
543
[First
Poems
published
1880.
in
Dedicated
544
1878. Ed.]
Founded on
is
me by Dr.
facts told
Dabbs, who
the doctor.
He
quarrelled
of
much among
in his
fisher folk
life
my
father lived
Ed.]
/. 96.
RizPAH.
title
[First
see 2
pubhshed
Samuel
in
1880.
For the
Ed.]
xxi.
woman
at
He
in
chains
for
highway
'
Mary Brotherton.
NOTES,
545
["When
on the
after night,
more tempestuous
quent
had caused
elements
the
and
clothes
night
left
gal-
the
in
weathers,
all
made
visits,
the
aged mother,
sacred
and the
more frepilgrim-
dis-
man
brought
something
apron.
Upon
her
being
its
enclosure
What
(^Old
p. 107.
Old
of
a sad
story of a
"
!
Bnghton.)YAir\
Ed.]
of gin in his
[First
Founded on a
A man
published
fact
that
up a bottle
window when he gave up drink-
ing.
Rizpah
Brighton
village
set
poem
"Women
out,
546
p.
08.
Verse
fettle
iii.
Ed.].
soles to.
p. 109. Verse
iv.
squad
p. 109. Verse
iv.
scratched.
p.
no. Verse
V.
Ed.].
[dirt.
Ed.].
Ed.].
ze'^^^W [spent.
p. 113. Verse
ix.
tew [stew.
p. 114. Verse
xi.
num-cumpus, non-compos.
Ed.].
snaggy [ill-tempered.
The Revenge:
Ed.].
A Ballad
of the Fleet.
The Nineteenth Century,
March 1878, under the title of "Sir Richard
[First published in
Grenville
published in Ballads
and Poems
afterwards
The
1880.
line
At Floras
Richard Grenville
lay
was on
set to
fifty-three
hours
Agincourt."
Spanish ships
a tremendous
Carlyle's
his
you
Ed.]
it."
Walter Raleigh in
com-
Alfred,
is
told
Report of
finely
the
by
truth
NOTES.
547
"The
terror,
though
it
it
Sir
Raleigh's
first
Sir
Walter
ginia.
He
stitious
who
de-
between
Armada
this sea-fight.^
Flores
p. 125. Verse
in
vii.
is
Pronounced
galleons.
p. 129. Verse
xi.
gunner,
man,
Sir
Richard
whom
to split
like "allion"
galea).
"commanded
the master
See R. L. Stevenson,
"
548
many
men, and
three
of
sail
men
of war to perform
it
fifty-
withal
(Raleigh).
p. 130. Verse
xiii.
have only
to
man
like
bound
is
do:
'
:
Here
die
I,
Rich-
have ended
my
as a true soldier
life
Queen,
soul
religion,
most
joyfully
his country,
Whereby my
departeth out of this body
and honour.
Whe7i a
West
Indies.
"
fleet
they
of
had
ruin'
merchantmen
NOTES.
joined
the
Armada immediately
forming in
battle,
549
all
140
sail
the
after
and of these
poem
to the
writes
"
What became of
the
ficient
Fleet,
as all
their
that
St.
Michaels
it
suffering
/. 132.
The
Sisters.
founded on a
a
girl
story,
who consented
sister,
groom.
known
to
my
Partly
father, of
to be bridesmaid to her
The
night
after
the
wedding the
They
last
550
"pitiless
rush
of
autumn
rain,"
her
wits
gone
The
The scene
perience in the
quote as
his
New
own
My
Save that
He
Forest.
God,
would not
would often
:
live
gains.
Ed.]
/. 137. lines 6-10.
there
North
The Entail.
[First
Wales.
/. 148. 7iz" Village
pu Wished
herself
life
/. 150.
Verse
Wife;
in
or,
1880.
Ed.]
is
in the Lincolnshire
iii.
The
the fault
0'
is
village wife
drawn from
poems.
ix.
'
Ouse [Workhouse.
Ed.].
By
default
NOTES.
/. 156.
551
Verse
p. 159. Verse
Siver
xv.
earth rattled
the
moti'ds.
down on poor
[However,
the
Ed.]
/. 162. Verse xix.
/. 163.
roomlin' [rumbling.
Ed.].
Ed.]
[First pub-
me
taken from
life
in
this
little
ooi-ali
i.
is
speaking throughout.
or curari (extracted
from the
wards
1
p.
still
72. line 2.
in
fatal
kiss.
Princess
after-
Ed.]
who was
ill
with diphtheria
(December
14th,
1878).
p. 172. line
II.
Thy
Soldier-brother's.
[The Duke of
552
p. 174.
old
of Lucknow.
used during the defence of
flag,
who
Lucknow
flagstaff
still
soldiers
all
mus-
whelmingly touching.
p. 175. Verse
Laivrence.
ii.
Sir
vi.
Ever
the
sallies,
their
lying alarms.
See
3292 feet of gallery alone was dug out.
Outram's account and Colonel Inglis's modest
manly record.
Sept. 25th by
/. 185.
Sir
John
Lucknow was
relieved
on
published in 1880.
Ed.]
[First
took as subject
poem Sir John Oldcasde, Lord Cobham, because he is a fine historical figure.
He was named by the people " the good Lord
As a folCobham," a friend of Henry V.
of this
the
NOTES.
553
burnt in chains.
/.
'Dim
86. line 9.
Welsh
Saesjieg.^
'No
English.'
/. 189. line 9.
My
boofi
companion.
Sir
John Falstaff
For Oldcastle, etc.,
Henry IV.
was
for
Sir
John Oldcastle.
see Epilogue to 2
p. 190. hne 5.
Or A7nurath
[Cf. 2 Be7iry
" This
is
IV.
v.
ii.
of the East?
48
Hne
15.
Sylvester.
Columbus. [First
Columbus on
He became Pope
published in
his
return
999.
1880.
into
Ed.]
Spain was
My poem
head,
and sent
curses
after
him
554
Villejo,
as
as
at
situation.
his
but to
he
*No,' said
commanded me by
proudly,
'
letter to
their Majesties
me
put upon
until
these chains
wear them
I will
them
be taken
to
off,
'He
did
history.
cabinet,
so,'
'
adds
his
and he requested
that,
in his
when he
died,
the
Dragon's
the channel so
7?i02{th.
Ed.]
/. 197.
/. 198. line
14.
King David,
etc.
[Cf.
Psalm
[Adam's
civ. 2.
Ed.]
/. 198.
Hne
16.
Lactantius.
Christian Cicero.
p. 200.
Hne
4.
Guanahani.
island discovered
Ed.]
[Native
name
by Columbus.
of the
Ed.]
first
NOTES.
Cajubalu.
555
[Cf.
Paradise Lest,
388.
xi.
Ed.]
/. 201. line 18. Prester John.
tooth-picker
"I
[Cf.
now from
will
you a
fetch
furthest inch
the
of
Asia, bring
by Columbus.
/. 203.
Ed.]
Hayti
to
Ed.]
/. 206. line
Catalo7iian Mi?iorife.
I.
Benedictine
West Indies
He
monk
in
[Bernard
New
Bull, a
Pope to the
ApostoHc Vicar.
sent by the
June 1493 as
continually tried
thwart Columbus.
to
Ed.]
/. 209.
genius
own
for the
as he
pecuhar exuberance
Ed.]
Old
Celtic
Verse
iii.
flittermouse.
bat.
in
I
The
read
Romances^
556
p. 218. Verse
viii.
leaders.
Irish
He
Ossian.
was
284, at Athbrea
killed, a.d.
on the Boyne.
/. 220. Verse x.
Roman
/. 221. Verse
[Symbolical
of the
St.
xi.
Brejidan
between
contest
on
sailed
Ed.]
voyage
his
De
Frofundis.
[Begun
at
/. 224.
first
published
Ed.]
Part H.
of making my individuality as it were dissolve
and fade away into boundless being, and this
At times
beyond
true hfe.
p. 228.
if
so
ad Jin.)
and
Ed.]
p. 228. line 3.
NOTES.
/. 228. line
557
7.
Here, in
this
Written in March.
/. 229.
To THE Rev.
published
Sermofts,
Brookfield^s
and
W. H. Brookfield.
[First
Lord Lyttelton's Preface to
in
afterwards
my
At
age
it
is
"He
was
far the
Ballads
in
Thompson, the
Dr.
ever
shall
for
one of
their
number
is
pouring
forth, with a
in
humour and
drollery."
Ed.-]
/. 230.
Montenegro.
[Written
talking
after
with
and
negrins,
Century,
and
Tser?iogora
name
(Black
mountain).
Montenegro.
Victor Hugo.
[PubHshed
Centuiy,
June 1877,
Ballads and other Poems, 1880.
teenth
After
my
son Lionel's
Ballads
in
Ed.]
for
Slavonic
To
/. 231.
first
visit
to
in
The
The Nine-
afterwards
in
Ed.]
him
in Paris.
558
[Victor
father
in the
following letter
CONFRERE,
Je
Hs
hommes
que vous
TAngleterre de Wilberforce
TAn-
nobles vers.
les
Recevez
hommes
mon
et
cordial
serrement de main.
Victor Hugo.
heureux de connaitre votre charmant
m'a semble, que serrer sa main, c'etait
J'ai dte
fils
il
presser la votre.
Ed.]
/. 235.
Battle of Brunanburh.
in 1880.
Ed.]
myself of
my
poem
in 77ie
published
[First
have more or
less availed
1876.
[" But
tell
your father
the
way
to
and afterwards
that,
when
it
verse dialogue"
la?n Tennysoii).
saw
his
I said
to others, 'There's
unless indeed
Brunanburh,
at last
{Edward FitzGerald
Ed.]
to
Hal-
NOTES,
p. 244.
559
/. 246.
[Written
marriage
the
of
Princess
King of
Rammingen
Pubhshed
at
Windsor,
in 1880.
the
cenotaph
April
24th,
Abbey, and
Westminster
in
1880.
Ed.]
John Franklin.
/. 247. Sir
bhnd
Ed.]
/. 248.
To D.ANTE.
people of Florence,
published in Ballads
The few
lines
In
anniver-
May
14th,
to
and
1865,
addressed
curious history.
sixth
1880.
Dante have a
my
father's
am
to
and he
lines.
some
lines
himself."
me
He then
he
repeated the
is
not
lines.
going
Some
560
my
father
was talking
six
answered, "is a
Milnes
to
Centenary
the
lines,
them out
recite
"
My
as far as
Shortly afterwards
Canon
for
father
a letter, telling
was able
him
that
would say
"One must
^schylus,
father
poem.
had
My
distinguish from
send the
to
my
Shakespeare,
poets of
all,
great artists,
Dante,
and
Goethe." Ed.]
p. 249. {^TiRESiAS
ately dedicated
will
best
appreciate what
allowance for
own poems
to
my
father
NOTES.
561
To Alfred Tennyson
In poetry
and consummate,
illustrious
other's praise,
metaphors
in his
conversation,
poems and in
Lecky
to
said
suspected of plagiarism
well
suspect
pockets."
/. 251.
To E.
1885.
1876,
with
the
ordinary
his
"
Tennyson
Rothschilds
of
picking
Ed.]
Fit z Gerald.
[First
pubhshed in
Woodbridge,
visit to
mark,"
among
with
his
gray
floating
which perched
and knee,
shoulder
and
head
him
on
about
and cooed to him as he sat in the sunshine
locks, sitting
beneath
his roses.
Kemble of our
"Who
should send in
visit,
his card to
VOL.
IV.
his doves,
me
last
2o
562
he and
his elder
'Dear old
Fitz,'
twenty years
he
much
looked
for
same,
the
me
surprised
was, that
suppose
age
this is a sign of
But so
desirable.
days,
if
not
He
was.
it
altogether
stayed two
of debate, told
was
all
well.
suppose
may never
see
him
again."
The dream,
poem,
my
to
which allusion
is
made
cant compared
came
for
and
at the
to eat a
blood.
my
dreams.
mountains
this.
have
had gone
mutton-chop,
When
six
my
the
of the
without meat
vegetables
with
One
imagined.
came up
The mountains
periences
in the
never
went
I shall
felt
never
such joy in
to sleep, I
dreamt
Eshcol branches,
the
trailing
North." Ed.]
NOTES.
/. 251. line 16.
a thing enskied.^
Measure,
i.
iv.
Ed.]
TiRESiAS.
Ulysses;
260-261.
34.
Omar Khayyam.
Rubdiydt of
//.
Ed.]
p. 254.
563
same time
published in 1885.
first
Frag. X. No.
Toicrt Aa/X7ret
i.
of the
<dprjvoL
cf.
Pindar,
/xeVos
/xi/
as
Ed.]
KOLTO}
<fiOLVLKOp6SoL<;
aKLapa
XifSavo)
Kttt
Xet/x(ove(T<rt
cvt
koI
Trpoa.(TTLov avrtov
;>^vcreots
KapTrot?
/8e-
/SpiOev.
Kttt
TOt
8c
(fiopfjLLyyecrcn
TepirovTai,
08/xa
ait
p. 263.
8'
^m
Se Treo-crot?,
irapa
Se
a<f>tcnv
'
The Wreck.
Italian vessel,
Trj\<f>av2 TravTOia
catastrophe (see
Catania for
Trvpl
viii.)
named
New
OeCjv
The
which happened to an
the Rosifia,
bound from
564
living
who happened
to
be below.
when
/. 269.
Verse
of the crew
For eight days
sea,
the
without tak-
Marianna,
down upon
her,
Ed,]
vi.
and
dow7i at
my feet.
Verse
xii.
the Isle
that bay
Alum Bay
/. 276.
Despair.
Century,
in the Isle of
[First published in
November
Tiresias, 1885.
/. 278.
Verse
See,
Wight.
1881,
The Ni?ieteenth
afterwards
iv.
we were nursed in
your fatalist creed.
In
creed
my boyhood
and
the
came
assuredly,
drear nightfold of
however unfathomable
in
Ed.]
in
the
divine,
NOTES.
p. 287.
The Anciext
My
Sage.
565
later
poems.
What
one of
his best
Ed.]
is
it
was written
raaxims.
my
of
["
What
and
father said,
life
Christ.'
my
In
stronger faith in
had
in youth."
old
age,
think
have a
of the world
to pierce
perfect
light
and untroubled
extinguished doubt.
THE MYSTIC
Angels have talked with him, and showed him
thrones
The
and
566
The
Had
The
linked woes of
purified,
Dim shadows
And
One
And
first
and evermore,
calm.
silent
congregated hours,
tall,
beneath
Of
earliest
with
all
Keen knowledges
of
low-embowed
aloft the
eld)
cloud
either gate of
he in the centre
life,
fixt.
NOTES.
Time
And
567
all
How
could ye
know him?
Ye were
doom.
yet within
air
all
other
lives.
Ed.]
p, 294. line 16.
Or may
Free-will
Then
higher.
that
which
which knows
will
is
me
he can stop
and knows
to a
for
it
Man's
use of a parable?
the
at
make
is
illusion fade.
last
him out
break
to
be
poem
Past
very personal.
used to
far away,
feel
p. 505.
when
The whole
[See
Far
Ed.]
This
is
and
which
568
and other
Poe?ns,
author.
its
am
poem
contains a
It
For
indebted
called
The
Ancient Sage.
My
is,
to call
is
on
further
poem
poem,
however,
greatly
.vvhich
The
me.
interested
liever in
believe.
who
unable to
is
The Sage
is this.
his follower,
own arguments
his
to bear
upon
portion,
that
younger man.
and
me
of
father
died,
to contribute a chapter
your
with
journals.
to
father
On
there, to
carefully
knew
that
my
written
my
first visit
had
interview
ancient
in
my
asked
book which
the
read
first
his son,
store of references to
up the account of
and
had
after I
and you,
some small
read
Seven years
vigour.
them your
me
Let
looked
to Farringford,
profound astonishment,
found
mouth
made the
and
in favour
of personal immortality
NOTES.
569
but
it,
and white.
here
it
had com-
was
recorded
If
father's
compare
it
Sage, you will see that they refer to one and the
same phenomenon.
And
Sat
all
more,
my
And
when
Were
touched
and
my
yet
no shade of
doubt,
But
utter clearness,
and
Ed.]
p. 299.
The Flight.
This
p. 310.
is
a very early
Tomorrow.
Ed.]
poem.
[First published in
1885.
Ed.]
me by Aubrey de Vere.
young man was laid out on the
[The body of a
by the door of a chapel in the West of
Ireland, and an old woman came, and recognized it as that of her young lover, who had
grass
been
lost in
a peat-bog
many
years
before
570
him
when she
/.
320.
The
SPINSTER'S Sweet-Arts.
Hshed
/, 331.
fresh
in
and
as
fair
Ed. J
saw him.
last
pub-
[First
1885. Ed.]
and
1886,
in
seemed
it
[First
dedicated
to
to
my
my
father
be
in
the future two of the most historically interesting of his poems, as descriptive of the tone of
life
partly
immediately
death of
after the
my
brother,
is
Good,
for
Good
is
Truth
for Truth,
and Good
for
Good
The
A dramatic
are imaginary.
it is
not
be
allowed to
so
each
life,
remind
my
readers of
NOTES.
571
mood coming
may strike
own, or some
arising in his
and
that this
poem
other eyes
to
evolves
may
its
bear small
to
whether the
birth,
its
Hfe,
is
new
the same.
is
In
it
as strictly 'im-
Jan. 1887).
p. 332. line 5.
p. 335. line
I.
Cold upon
dead volcano
the
sleeps the
gleam of
dying day.
[My
most imaginative
/. 339. line 10. peasants
in the
poem.
77iaiin.
The
Ed.]
modern
Irish
cruelties.
/. 342. line 3.
following verses
(as
democracy.
p. 345. line 6. Jacquerie.
Originally a revolt in
Picardy nobles
against
the
appHed
to insurrections of the
1358
and afterwards
mob.
572
p. 348. line
is
B ringer home.
I.
^epets olv,
<f)ipL^
atya,
fxarepL TratSa.
<f>peL<i
Sappho.
p. 357.
Prologue
General
to
pubhshed
Ham ley.
Written
Ed.]
1885.
in
[First
from
Aldworth, Blackdown.
/. 358. line 8.
[Where
Tel-el-Kebir.
September
p, 359.
Lord Wolseley
Ed.]
13th, 1882.
Ed.]
it
officer,
who was
this
''
to it."
[The following
my
in
finest
were nothing
afterwards, in 1885,
Mr. Kinglake.
An
is
for
Instant.
to
confront him.
Scarlett
marching eastward with his
is
" 300 " in marching order, when, casting his
NOTES.
eyes
towards
the
573
on
heights
his
left,
i.e.
over
advancing
the
Thereupon he
wheel into
and
sky-line
towards
downhill
presently
the
south.
line
"
The
to the
of this
effect
make
show
is
to
their flank
1
One
on terms of one
anybody
battle
to
to
2ND Instant.
Suspense.
The acreage
of Russian horsemen
is
descend-
ing the hill-side at a trot, and the " 300 " confronting
line,
them
the
regimental
officers
directing
men
the
as in a
574
This
barrack yard.
in the
presence of a vast
them
imagine,
was
an
hill-side
and, as
interesting
to
I
phenomenon.
a rare
3RD Instant,
The Russians
Scarlett's determination.
slacken and
Scarlett,
halt.
all
i.e.
by
Orders to
intervening
charge.
the
wave of
his sword.
4TH Instant.
The combat maintained by
This personal, and
the four.
something mediaeval,
like
The
battle.
column
when
their
own
line
comes
up.
5TH Instant.
The crashing charge of
the
6th Instant.
The fight within
The 2nd
squadron
the column.
of
the
Inniskillings,
NOTES.
575
Ed.]
p. 365.
Epilogue.
Lines
'
The
6, 7.
/ will strike'
i.
me
Quodsi
35, ^d
i.
p. 367.
To
[Was
Mantuans
Nineteenth
afterwards
nineteenth
and
death,
Virgil's
sidera vertice.
the
for
first
Tiresias,
poem
"
Thou
centenary of
in
The
1882,
and
pubHshed
September
Century^
in
Subhmi feriam
Virgil.
said he^
head sublime.^
stars with
There was a
1885.
first
printed copies of
that singest
tithe
and
Ed.]
p. 369. Verse ix.
human
race.
[Cf.
Et penitus
Virg. Eel.
i.
67.
Ed.]
/. 369. Verse
x.
Furg.
p. 370.
Mantovano,
vi.
74.
Mantuan.
prophet.
[Cf.
Dante,
Ed.]
1885.
Ed.]
[First pubhshed in
About no particular
576
father said
when
writing this
When
He
die the
owls
know about
ghouls
likes to
poem
!
!
/. 376.
Early
[An
Spring.
early
first
pa?iio?ij
Boston, U.S.A.,
Mary
1885.
lowing lines on
death,
Nature
*'
well
badly together
poem,
as
'
slightly
altered,
Tiresias,
'
my
1884, afterwards in
Brotherton,
father,
expressed
his
the
fol-
toward
attitude
He
And
Lest
God
Ed.]
/. 379.
at
Ed.]
Addressed
to
my
brother, Charles
NOTES.
spent with his wife
life
577
among
his parishioners
On
iighf,
corpse^
My
Ed.]
p. 381.
when my
father
and
[Written in 1880
I visited
Sirmione, the
He
to the
First
March
and other
afterwards in
Tiresias
p. 381. line 4.
to
VOL.
IV.
where
very
beautiful
2P
Iris
grow.
with
[Refers
deep purple
578
Lake of Garda.
HELEN'S Tower.
Ed.]
My dear
me
will think
at
Mr. Tennyson
wonder
you
if
many months^
after
last,
1861.
Sept. 24//^,
hesitation,
have
determined to do.
here
that
park
in
look
down
of Irish
land,
but
which
tract
my
in
hill,
on
also
George's
St.
Man.
On
summit
the
of this
hill I
have called
my
after
mother
In
it
my
on the day
age,
beautifying
it
no pains
in
devices.
In fact
Beneath
Art."
and
there
a perfect
tion
my
tower
and
with
is
a rough
have spared
all
imaginable
little
"Palace of
its
form
make
is
outline
of
situation.
Now
it
mother wrote to me
came of
is
little
and that
since
silent.
it
was
Yet
is
gem
"<2 voice. ^^
built
if
and
all
he chose there
it
It
is
now
that time
is
it
ten years
has stood
one person
in the
gift,
and
NOTES.
by sending
crown
it
me some
little
and render
obtain,
579
friendship which
it
its
it
it
to
cannot otherwise
Yours
the great
for
felt
ever,
DUFFERIN.
Afterwards
published in
Tiresias
and
other
The
fancy
of
is
to
that Paradise
pp. 383-385.
cliff e,
called
on
learnt
that
my
my
in
father
Tennyson,
man who
homes
for
can do
them
it.
in a
want you
to
You
the
Having
London.
father
We
solemn
do somealone are
want training-
over
was sent
to Mauritius
Gordon Boys'
Home
was
The
England."
all
this
initiated
until
by
my
father,
58o
p. 386.
Duke
of Argyll.
the
resigned
(1881) on account of
/. 387.
of Privy Seal
vehement opposition
his
First published in
Th-estas
when
[Written
office
Ed.]
1885.
Haxds
recast
Edward FitzGerald
Charles Stanford.
of the
edition (vol.
first
my
father said to
lines with
"
writes
648-650) that
i.
Ed.]
/. 389.
Freedom.
zine,
pubHshed
[First
T?idepe7ide?it,
1884, and in
December
New York
Maga-
1885.
should follow
in the
Afac??iil/a?i''s
the
Ed.]
men
in their innovations
example
of
Time
itself,
quietly,
in
utiHty evident
and well
to
beware that
it
be
on the change,
that pretendeth
the change
/. 389. Verse
i.
" (Bacon).
pillar''d
Parthenon.
"column'd Parthenon."
Misprinted
NOTES.
/. 392.
To H.R.H.
Princess
marriage with
Prince
[and
Times,
581
23rd,
July
On
Beatrice.
her
Henry of Battenberg,
first
pubHshed
the
in
and afterwards
1885,
My
father
in
sent
to
Queen
Fro7ti the
Osborne,
Atig.
'jth,
1885.
trial
feel
would spare
my
God
long
to each other.
no
been made
real
in our circle,
shall try to
do
so.
all
must"sdll
Your
beautiful
it
The
pretty,
simple,
was the
little
village
church,
all
handsome young husband, the ten bridesof them quite children with flowing
maids, six
582
made up
all
Believe
me
pictures
not
be
to
forgotten.
V. R.
And he answered
thus
Ald WORTH,
As
I.
momentary
we
life,
having
for
greater beings.
surely cannot be unlawful to pray that
Still it
may
children,
affectionate subject,
Tennyson.
Ed.]
/. 392. line
Two
I.
me
"
Suns
Sims.
[Sir
There are
twin
We may
George Darwin
in the
writes to
may
Each of such
in-
planets would
illu-
other
NOTES.
583
The conception
seems
to
me
/. 393.
The Fleet.
fine,
published in the
[First
Ti7nes
1886. Ed.]
/. 395.
shadow of a great
very
ill
After, 1886.
in India,
Ed.]
/. 398.
and
published in Tiresias
[First
Ed.]
p. 399.
Lord DufTerin
of
gratitude
as a tribute of affection
for
the
unremitting
From
earliest
been
an affectionate
None
where he was
more about
ters
from
his
terms of his
to
my
always
nature.
and
kindness
and
beautiful
India,
chiefs,
ability,
584
that,
himself.
jungle
fell
On
fever.
dangerously
home
started for
return to Calcutta he
his
at
silver
moon.
at three
The
was
in
the
burial service
The
He
ill,
a great
and
/. 401.
Ed.]
pp.
/. 405.
On
lished in
ii.
Magazine, April
on the
1887,
To Professor J ebb.
[Pub-
in Macjuillaii's
fiftieth
anni-
Ed.]
vol.
322-323. Ed.]
pubHshed in 1889.
Cambridge for the
He gave him the folfirst time in
1872.
lowing Sapphic in English with the Greek
cadence, because Jebb admired it
My
father
[First
met Jebb
at
Faded
Gone
ev'ry violet,
all
the roses
Broken
in this
anger of Aphrodite,
What impressed my
NOTES.
585
was keeping
the
As he
taught.
said
to
Master of Trinity
present
want of love
in
Cambridge then
"
and
in
Your
statued
portals
with
old
and
kings
queens.
when
the
Day-beam
Nor
No
sports
Melodious thunders
thro'
Not with
this
Because the
sorts
lips
of
little
children preach
And
Ed.]
/. 410.
and Fasti
iv.
ff.
419
and Ovid,
Afet. v. 341,
ten at
my
father
beautiful
request,
types
of
womanhood.
He
said
586
write
will
this
like
it,
but when
must put
an antique
I write
into a frame
it
some-
Yet
I,
And
To
Earth-Goddess,
the
all
Shadow
am
but ill-content
who
lated
poem
this
into
Italian
trans-
and told
my
profited
thanks
born
your
for
1809
in
colourless."
/. 412.
lines
12, 13.
seems
Ed.]
somewhat
pale
and
had suckled
/. 413.
kind
If I have
mentary.
thee.
lines 15-18.
*
Where
'
voice
from
all the
three
There
is
a Fate beyond
us.''
NOTES.
587
Cf.
Concordes
stabili
currite,' fusis
'
907, etc.
t]
fxr]v
From.
Vinct.
Ed.]
/. 417.
OwD
I
RoA.
published
[First
1889.
in
Ed.]
The
house.
details
in
When
course, mine.
this
story
are,
of
knew
the 7nen
men and
by which
their
particular individual.
/. 426.
hne
I.
xiii.
/. 429.
Or
like tother
Hangel,
etc.
See Judges
20.
Vastness.
[First published in
The
Nineteetith
afterwards in
November 1885
Demeter and other Foetns, 1889. Ed.] The
last line means " What matters anything in this
Centicr\\
and of Love?
"
588
p. 434.
The
/. 436.
lines 8-15.
Ring.
//le
heard across
Af'e
No
But
thro'
rules
the
of 0?ie
IVitl
father
own
height,
lines as giving
is
one of
Ed.]
line 2.
The
lonely
i.
p. 368.
line 15.
rafiged over
when a
babe,
Ed.]
an ever opening
progress."
/. 438.
for man,
[My
his
is
hell,
An
Ed.]
once
it,
me
this legend, or
some-
lived.
NOTES.
589
be in any the
cause of a
/. 458.
Forlorn. [An
1889. Ed.]
/. 463.
Happy
[First
Power of
early
poem,
pubhshed
Spiritual
in
first
pubHshed
^^
1889.
in
the
The
its
offices
among
to this
the most
all
probability the
off-
spring
of
moral
degradation.
Church
in
sufferers
were most
the
The
seclusion
services
of
the
of these unhappy
affecting.
The
is
stern duty
tempered
loathsome disease.
The
ritual
for
little
the
from
590
him
the
into
psalm
the
'
The
up a
of the leper's
church,
him
if it
priest, taking
threw
on one
it
feet,
took
'
and
forbid you
pany of
home
cluded
others.
He
'
Take
this
token of humility
and wear
dress,
conit
in
You
good people
God
will
pass
to
in his hut,
first
and not
in
pro-
he
words
be buried
the churchyard.'
At
or
will
remain
in
the
world
that
leprous,
marriage-tie
NOTES.
was
and
indissoluble,
unhappy beings
solation.
With
591
this
so bestowed on these
immense source of con-
love
stronger
than
tins
were followed into banishment from the haunts of men by their faithful
wives.
Readers of Sir J. Stephen's Essays on
living death, lepers
Francis
St.
of Assisi
washed
the
feet
and
and
in
different
places.
Ed.]
service.
473-
To
Ulysses.
cleverest
Ulysses
grave's
man
/. 474.
Verse
essays.
ever saw."
was the
before seeing
1889.
My
" Gifford Palgrave is the
[First published in
title
Ed.]
of a volume of Pal-
He died
my poem.
at
vii.
Or watch
Monte Video
which here
set.
when
Garibaldi said
"I wish
592
to the
Duke
of Argyll.
Farringford.
did, for
don't
know whether he
began immediately
to
"
with
it,
but he
Foscolo and
fragment of his
fervour, a
beginning
Sepolchri,
relished
Ugo
speak of
navigante
II
che
il
Yours,
A. Tennyson.
Ed.]
/. 475.
Verse
your
ix.
I hiow
The
/. 475.
Verse
/. 475.
Verse
/.
475. Verse
tale
of lands
not.
of Nejd.
Oriental Eden-isles.
X.
x.
tale
The
Philippines.
In Dominica.
xi.
Phra- C/iai,
The Shadow
the
Shadow of the
of the Lord.
Best.
Certain
obscure
NOTES.
593
Buddha
the image of
more
the Buddhist
to
moral worth.
his
Verse
p. 475.
Phra-bat
xi.
the step.
The
footstep of
Verse
The monastery
Crag-cloister.
xi.
of
Sumelas.
/. 475.
Verse
Anatolian Ghost.
xi.
Anatolian Spectre
stories.
p. 475.
Verse
xi.
Hong-Kong.
/. 475.
Verse
xi.
Karfiac.
/. 477.
To Mary Boyle.
and
of
first
my
believe
^''y
that
[Written at
Verse
iv.
/. 479.
Verse
x.
Farringford
(Audrey Tennyson,
the
heart
better
your Marian.
it
Boyle).
?iee
Cities.
Travels in Egypt.
published in 1889.
wife's
In 1883
The Three
of
"I
me
did at 18."
Lady Marian
verily
beats
Ed.]
Alford.
Cambridge, 1830.
Cf.
The Prijuess,
As of some
When
fire
iv.
The Progress of
youth.
VOL.
IV.
First
Spring.
pubhshed
2
[Written in early
in 1889.
Ed.]
594
p. 484.
v.
The starling
[My
"This
written
fifty-six
on the sloping
ago under
years
at
field
poem was
suppose the
same phrase
modern
published) in a
but
ehus
(before the
was
line
the
critics
poem, I presume,
would not believe
that." Ed.]
p. 488.
Nimue
" Gleam,"
the
published
[First
Ed.]
in 1889.
which
in
signifies
Verse
my
poem
Verse
iv.
is
alludes to the
v.
Pastorals.
history
Gleam.
From
magic of Merlin
he
his
know about
and
to
wrote
Merli?i
boyhood he had
that
spirit of
poetry
felt
his
the
the
which
bade him know his power and follow throughout his work a pure and high ideal, with a
simple and single devotedness and a desire
to ennoble the life of the world, and which
helped him through doubts and
" endure as seeing
Him who
is
difficulties to
invisible."
NOTES.
595
In early summers,
On human
And
all
faces,
around me,
Moving
to
melody,
In
his
through
his
upland
valley, of the
"ridged wolds"
voice of those
him not
to
be
And by
and
griefs
he knew
596
And rough-ruddy
Of lowly labour.
faces
somewhat of the
and of humanity from
own experience, he rose to a melody
By
He
celebrated the
glory of "
and of
had already devised,
" typifying above
his
all
things the
posed that
this
was
to
He
had pur-
his
he rejoice
visions,
in
a wintry glimmer."
'
NOTES.
597
half
divine."
He
hope
himself had
come
sorrow and
for universal
And
out victo-
own," and a
future years.
The Gleam
onward,
flying
Wed
to the melody,
Sang
I saw,
whenever
it glanced upon
Hamlet or city,
That under the Crosses
The dead man's garden.
The mortal hillock.
In passing
Would break
And
Last limit
Up
blossom
into
so to the land's
I
came.
earnest
can no longer.
For
thro' the
Of Him
Magic
the Mighty,
598
Who
taught
me
in
childhood,
And
all
but in
Heaven
is
he gave
it
He
me.
to
and
the
494.
/. 498.
RoMNEVS Remorse.
Ed.]
line 24.
JVit/i
Milton's a?naranth.
"
Towards
to
Ed.]
of
Lowly reverent
and to the
ground
there grows
And
flowers
aloft,
shading the
Fount of
Life," etc.
Far. Lost,
/. 500.
line 5.
fny
arrived
him.
349-35
7-
Indian brother.
from India,
iii.
NOTES.
/. 500.
He
12.
line
said
it
599
"The
in
iii.
i.
play.
the
2
Cf.
my
father
with astronomy."
/. 503.
" His
By an Evolutionist.
ford,
and
first
mind
[Written at
Farring-
My
published in 1889.
saturated
is
Ed.]
father
Ever since
in
He
it.
Sea Drea??is,
less
vol.
p. 505.
of progress throughout
spirit
"
the
i.
rest-
ages,
underlying
it. Ed.]
/.
505.
{For Music.)
Before
was
in the habit
of spreading my arms to
out, " I hear a voice that's speaking in the
wind," and
far,
far
He
in
in the
window
wrote
at
"
had
[First pub-
As he was
1888.
illness
away
lying
on
his
sofa
6oo
when heard
Politics.
/. 508.
[Addressed
Beautiful City.
1889. Ed.]
always
and
Ed.]
to Gladstone,
and
first
Ed.]
Paris.
looking
published in 1889.
/. 507.
if
bells
as
/, 506.
felt
Distant
into
[First
pubHshed
in
At Aldworth.
About this time
to Mrs. Richard
TERiLiCE.
published in 1889.
lines
THE ROSEBUD
The night with sudden odour reel'd,
The southern stars a music peal'd,
Warm beams across the meadow stole
For love flew over grove and field,
Said, " Open, Rosebud, open, yield
Thy
See also
letter
from Aldworth
fragrant soul."
from
:
"
my
father to
The Book
Dean Hole
of Roses
was
NOTES.
6oi
We
out
that
to find
associated
the
of our
native
berberis
were glad
them
with
we had
wit
you
as
Ed.]
advise.
in 1889.
/. 509.
Ed.]
published in
first
1889. Ed.]
/.
510.
The Snowdrop.
about
i860, and
[Written
first
Farringford
at
published in 1889.
"
Ed.]
/. 511.
The Throstle.
[First
Review, October
terwards in Dei7ieter
My
father
pubhshed
1889, and
and
in the
iV^w
misprinted;
af-
Evolutionist,
Toward
(at Farringford).
he
sat
in
his
He
window
and
finishing
his
song of The
in the
same
dear,
6o2
/.
512.
The Oak.
father
[First
called
this
pubhshed
"
Hope
is
the
in
My
1889.
Greek epigram."
young oak leaves
of the
the autumnal
Ed.]
in spring,
and
to
Aldworth). Ed.]
In Memoriam
/. 513.
lished
in
Ward was
G.
Ward.
[First
a neighbour of
my
pub1889.
father's at Fresh-
and was one of the leaders of the Oxford Movement, and a great friend of Cardinal
Newman's. He died in 1882. Ed.]
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