Oxford Book of Victorian Verse, Quiller-Couch

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to
omissions, and to
Mr.
A.
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has
kindly
given
leave
for
the
poems
by
Mr.
William
H.
Davies.
out
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Verse
does
his
best
service
miss being first-rate
Or
waves
'
comes
the
interval ;
launch
us
on
a
wave
poet, born in
name
the age
next before his own in the gross. For my part,
after
me
—I
reverence and wonder not
only at the mass
some
drawing
difficult
breath
runners with
their torches.
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walls,
skies.
Do white-arm'd maidens
home.
aslant
2.
The
Tacht
THE
topping mast,
And all the kisses, to the last.
The
gone,
I
shades
of
death.
I
waste
for
him
my
breath
soft heart
!
Where
Believe
There
!
She will not turn
to
forgive.
12.
The
Kiss
THE
your
Light
Shall twitter from her clay-built
nest
And share my meal, a welcome
guest.
And
Lucy
at
And
point
with
taper
spire
to
Heaven.
of woes,
?
For all must go
where no wind blows,
one
knows.
:
Drops
;
Her red lips breathing love
!
drink thy falling tears,
book of gold
'
And
care
thee
Wit that envious
from
thee,
Hermione,
Hermione
With
his
hauberke
As I laye a-thynkynge,
a-thynkynge,
Sweetly
And
the
face
golden
breast
With
a
!
airy
Yet
bright
bright,
Up
to
A bud their
them, and the gently
and kind,
and sweet,
lost.
I
am
the
But
own esteem
And all
There to
The grass
JOHN
Serene in endless
That
the
air
Of
A various language
insensible
rock,
And
to
the
Shall
Yet
not
All
in
mighty
sepulchre.
The
hills
Rock-ribb'd
and
—Take
the
wings
Of
morning,
To
that
take
grave,
Like
one
who
28
eyes,
cheeks,
f
Did
Helen's
Eyes
can
Her
gorgeous
death-bed
! her
she dies
her
eye.
—
their chill
Like
a
the skies,
:
Breathes
;
again,
Press'd by some amorous-breathing
its sweet-toned ditty/
these.
Listen
to
valley
;
daughters
after,
Where
amid
grave
With
Earthward
I
Lost my
Still for
like a clear
slumbers,
To
Fall gently and still, good corn,
Lie-warm in thy earthy
For
fed.
to
see
and green
have been.
But now her looks are
coy
But when
side,
endear
thee.
48.
Maf,
1840
A
led
ride
A
of
stars,
have
my
knee
In
many
That now
So
let
Thou
wert
in
Avon,
where'er
it
spills,
And
blessed
thy
And stars unrivall'd bright
Nor danced so light
And sorrow on the shore
!
Has
broken
crown'
powers
We
And sleeping
And
chill
And her hat,
Where I reap thou shouldst but glean
Lay thy sheaf adown and come,
Share my harvest and
Only the
hers,
;
Along with the
And sew them
Death ?
That
brain
benumb'd,
And
work
—work
And the grass
Work, work,
Steam
'
Stitch
Would
that
its
tone
wealth, away,
And one dear hope, that was more prized than they.
For him I languish'd in a
foreign
clime,
Grey-hair'd
Beheld each night
Each
From
that
By those
For
well
Challenge
then
the
gates
of
Hell
distraught with war,
along
billows lave.
boatman's cry,
Oft
I
rambled
love,
so
dear,
An'
where
the
An'
An'
beat,
in
playsome
dips
an'
zwims,
Woak's
That
An'
there,
in
liater
years,
'S the girt
woak tree that
Mid
spread,
An'
But
O
An' build
land,
tree so
the
pliace,
Died
when
my
father
stuone.
An'
Should
so
deep,
an'
stars,
To come
back here
The
vootwoys
o'
o'n down,
vive.
by,
On Stean-cliff road, 'ithin the drong,
Up where, as vo'k do pass along,
The
Vor
To church, thik
stile did let
to
guide
Us
An' vu'st ov
A-skippen
giddy child.
Where flat-bough'd beech do
An' I don't grieve
clusters
avore
The
doors,
var
An'
ther
cant be noo muore
When I, too, had
avore
Her
door,
have
As when oon sparklen wiave da zink down vrom the
light,
Another
noo
muore
67.
The
Head-stone
AS
A
vess
an'
show
lov'd thee.'
much,
Still
touch
Her
night
To
weaker
souls,
an'
that
his
smile
67
Shall
How long
And
seraphs
chant
above.
6g.
of
Elements
MAN
How the Plague came
Tempest's
race
f
flame
Thus
God
College,
If
And not the Vicarage, nor
the Vicar.
to roses
Beginning with
line,
He
And
dream'd
of
tasting
Heaven is gracious,
fair,
Although
by
burning.
And when
me
Of
Julius
To give me
glances
play
the skies.
The mother
She
flame,
And,
while
the
leaves,
Changeless through
Pope,
Upon
hope,
My
Dark
Rosaleen !
My
own
Rosaleen
give you
Have I roam'd for your sake
;
I dash'd across
The very soul within
faints
To
complaints,
My
life,
throne
air,
O, I could kneel
own, my
My Dark Rosaleen !
O, the Erne
forth
for
Of the
O !
A
tribe
in
or
fail
O
bitterness outpour'd
spoiler horde
On
the
fair
hills
While the waves of
A fruitful clime
grain
Eire,
O !
music yields
calves in
Karaman
Karaman
Karaman,
O
Karaman
Karaman
weed and
Karaman, O Karaman
Karaman, O Karaman
Adown
for us,
for
us,
week
Boating
down
apart,
Time
brought
in the
the dreams
mind
nothing can tarry behind
the
wind.
in
the
wind.
rind
of the
have
mined
the
wind
hearts
have
consign'd
All
earth's
!
Garlands
the
wind.
Solomon,
Babylon,
where
the wind.
room.
Evil
earth to give
82.
The
World:
a
Ghazel
TO
(Which,
Amid
No eye beheld.
night-hour.
and
gloom,
ages
He
wisdom's pages,
The way
who
mated
If children live not
And shapes and
Stood on his
sorrow,
He
bides
o'er
The dolphin wheels, the
oar
And
The anchor
The dead,
Only a rose-leaf
Fain would
I shake
When the water-nymphs
And
he,
who
Since
love's
love,
Court
And thine eye,
his
crest
And
his nest
with
marrow
Is
that
go. Nydias Song
:
How its love can
bird
Before
the
And of
eye.
Him
And
sides
the
day
away.
At the house where
I
Peace
holds
them
all.
;
They know
not well
the subtle
the woods
moods
The
good man's
Of stalwart
powers
E
3
105
Something divine pertains to me,
Or I to it
Renew'd
The grandeur of the Whole
Absorbs my soul,
Also
With
shepherd's sight,
There, whence
to
With fainter
We'll
;
my way.
And
breathe
Waes-hael
;
Enfranchise Europe, do I deem
thee great
wind,
The
mien
Recalls
old
Rome
as
much
My
fondest !
my
fairest
High praise to thy
Are ceaselessly
That the cold
Sound far more grand
Is
Nor heat of bigots'
graves beneath
Whose thought
apart,
Perfect
Hark
the
flow
That
singeth
in
Close to the gate, and I fling my song
Over the gate and through the
mail
Of
you
Till I strike
the arch of
weep
languish
Earth
surely
singing !
hope, a hopeless hand
brotherhood
your
weary
paths
beguiling,
think upon
could find him
senses
As
in-
fluences.
the
a slumber.
became,
sees her bending
to save him.
awaking,
Wherein
him
breaking,
from
body
parted,
darkness
rested,
Upon
the
should be deserted
aloud,
cloud,
;
at night
not dull,
In thy forest pathways
And the storm, that worketh dreams
Of
read
No
!
I
stood
my
knees
I
only
such,
But
out
what
then
!)
'
me,—but
breaks
On
the
air
have
verily
loved
beloveds,
memory more.
call'd sweet
straight at their
Yet
the
and left
the Divine
thee their
wild berry-wine
only
indeed
the
same
112. The Mask
And
Wrong
;
Which slurs
the sunshine
she said,
And take
to
wear.
'Tis
bought
with
Ah fools
What
time
Most like a
go.
7/4.
Mystery
WE
sow
may rest,
Inquiring wherefore
Through all things
While they float pure beneath His eyes,
Like swans adown
river
r
Spreading
indeed
god
Pan
river
the heart of
to
die,
the river.
river,
a
man
the cost and
again
Sonnets
from
the
Portuguese
116.
i
UNLIKE
are
destinies.
Their
wings
in
With
looking
from
unstained, untold,
the wall
leave withal,
dead
And
not
Alone upon the threshold of my
door
Of
individual
lift
my
hand
naught
—her look
Thou mayst love on,
nigher,
Into
Rather
on
earth,
Beloved—
it.
133
run
down.
Now
leave
a
little
space,
Dear,
join'd
to
soul.
122.
My
Kate
SHE
meant,
But
the
she went
My Kate.
It
always
have
thy
part
As
thy
smiles
Heart
rain
;
the world ?
124.
the
rain,
Made
'
While
fire
discern
the
same
flower
She kept with chary
sell,
Again, in
Wide through the
of
steel
Smiting
grew,
Till
Shouted from suburban taverns
In
his
house
by
Of
Is
changed
to
the
Dean
of
Jaen.
The
blazing
brands,
And
shine
Like those of Rembrandt of the
Rhine,
the
same,
While
Or
convent
the
us, under these
To you I
As
If
Mary.
I at
side,
These
harvest moon, suspended
shine the sheaves
And, following thee,
With portraitures of
The Canterbury
to
meet,
Pause,
or
which
no
nice
art
And foul
Keep thou thine heart
music blow,
summer
air,
charms,
of
Spring
dear than they
My picture of thy youth to see,
When, half a woman, half a
child,
Yet feel
dream.
Years
their
trace
thought
me
An
Ling'ring, even yet, thy way about
Not wholly
hours,
To common dust that
The Indian
My
playmate
:
Who fed
morns,
sun
If
And other laps
Her thrushes
or
bird,
Was
beauty
lips
of
flowers.
The
hound
The licence of
We were many,
we are few
Where
flowing,
With
thy
eye,
Outward
sunshine,
inward
joy
day,
Health
Knowledge
never
learn'd
Of the tenants of the wood
;
How the
walks,
;
Purpled
over
hedge
and
stone
Whispering at the garden wall,
Talk'd
with
Mine the walnut slopes
Apples
of
Hesperides
wood,
On
the
door-stone,
grey
and
rude
Cloudy-ribb'd, the sunset
Stubble-speared the new-mown
Fresh baptisms of
sod,
Made
to
moil
found
And Beauty's gracious providence
With love's unconscious
tone,
The eye
Keep for us, O friend,
where'er
Thou
;
the
town.
Pale
streaks
Wrinkled
Led a captive by
With a
Faintly
cheers
the
tailor
thin,
And
Purple
Are
And
;
With deathless thoughts and
They
will
And
Pass
!
Till
the
lamp
On
hand,
And
your
And
your rest
breast.
I'm
But, O, they love the better still,
The
Since
my
poor
little stile
CAROLINE
ELIZABETH
gladsome
earth
be true.
wall,
The
flitting
birds
hath made ?
rooms
171
and land.
Was welcome
unlearned
eye
On
'
Bright over
Europe fell
roam,
Thy
hyacinth
hair,
Are holy land
may
know
By
In
than
love
In this
far than the
than we
Of many
:
;
so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of
my
darling—
my
darling
:
And
Horrible throbbing
That madden'd
my brain
Bathing in many
When the light
To keep me from harm
To
the
Of the
Of the
Like ghosts
she may
thrown,
A winged odour went away.
Wanderers in that happy
sitting
(Porphyrogene
glowing
Was
flowing,
181
(Ah,
river,
Through
I do
Is the leaves
Reading
of
summer
How
'twas
gladsome,
but
Beside
me
to
Pomp
cannot
Fledges
prest,
rest.
And
They
left,
Descend—ourselves to make a Couch—
for
whom
Sans
wane
pass
Among
pine
Man now his
Like instincts, unawares.
And
the
Hear
a
song
And so she
That hangs before
glad,
And
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
Beside
:
together,
'
She made three paces
She saw
Out flew
the web
banks complaining,
Over tower'd
Beneath
she wrote
The Lady
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his
She
loosed
She floated down
her name,
;
From the dark
did
mark
dead
very low,
Because
They reel, they roll in clanging lists,
And
when
bend
On
Nor
thrill
Between
dark
stems
the
With folded
Are
:
'
;
AU-arm'd I ride, whate'er betide,
Until I
That trembles in her
And
I'd clasp it
:
'
'
Gray !
more, no
soil'd
Lamb,
Draw me, thy bride, a glittering star,
In raiment white and
the
child
the
eyes,
glittering on a sail,
205
Ah.
others
O
!
story
The
And
thinner,
The
horns
of
Elfland
replying
and
thee.
i6g.
v
X
;
porphyry
font
Now
stars,
And
all
Now slides the silent
thoughts in me.
:
Into my
bosom and
come,
For
of the vats,
Or foxlike in
Nor wilt
the firths of ice,
:
Arise
The moan
evermore.
And
influence,
Great
in
In his simplicity
O voice from which their omens all men drew,
O iron nerve to
blew
Such
All
heart be
old.
For
many
a
time
priest,
With
a
?
sea.
Worthy
He
;
Against the
And
underneath
another
sun,
Round
Past the Pyrenean pines,
On that
loud sabbath
shook the
overthrew.
guile,
A
At
civic
Tho' all
and kept it ours.
march of
sacred coasts.
your
council-hall
the hour,
Lavish
island-story,
to
deaden
21; Such
all
hearths he
and game,
For
one
Once the weight and fate of
Europe hung.
Than when he fought at
Waterloo,
will
Tho'
world
And other forms of
our trust.
people's ears
The black
earth yawns
weave him.
Leap, beyond the
218
And
moves,
And
high,
Beginning
to
faint
On a
of
the
and to
The flute, violin, bassoon
To the
I said
be
gay.
When
will
on
the
stone
The
into
my
blood,
As
the wood,
left
And the valleys
;
;
Come hither, the dances
From the
;
near
My
heart
What
the
city
Of
little
Where,
a mountain head.
;
plain
smiles
Of
sunlight)
look'd
the
Lombard
piles
glory
they.
To Como ;
shower and
The moonlight
enfold
I found,
tho' crush'd
by
And grey metropolis of
Perchance,
were
the
dead,
And
rock
and thou wast
The far away
the Prince of
:
boundless
deep
!
farewell,
The flood may bear me
far,
Grudge not
Ere
the
head,
Where
I
cling.
230
Sails
the
unshadow'd
main,
free,
Leaving
thine
outgrown
shell
by
Your darling black
could
pining,
Letting her locks of gold to the cold wind free,
For
But
I'd
for
thee
fresh and
holy Ireland.
In Cashel
;
me
girl
no
But
me,
235
Then
But
And the shaking
of Tirawley.
For,
while
These
darken'd
orbs
behind,
That
your
needles
camp,
The dun
bow,
He taught
For a perfect cavalier,
indeed
land below
gown-sleeves
wide
Of a young, little,
Tirawley.
Tirawley.'
To
Might
beseem
A
MacWilliam,
heart
and
mind,
Of
anger,
Fill'd the
Drew
the deed
Tirawley.
That the
To MacWilliam
those
Unhappy
shame-faced
ones
manhoods
Erin tell
borders
Of
the
lands
of
New stems of
Bring
:
him
Far
In grey
Has value, if we mete it right.
Pluck
stream,
;
with
play,
attended,
To
fishes,
dace
natural
beauties,
The
cari luoghi,
my
face,
And
now
There 's
:
I'm
sitting,
fondly up,
to
cup.
and drain it
THE
The darksome valleys lie
my
feast
heaven,
And
my
I turn
And
list
Objects
indistinct
What
?
bloom
Has it had its seeding-day
Of well-ripen'd season'd
art
:
;
In the dreamy house for ever that this new bosom-weed
Has
And the
leave
this
very
day;
gracefully I'll wear
all
day
to
night
him
lay,
Across
his
:
To that
grew,
That
259
Might
glad
Like
so free,
And in
We, the voyagers from afar,
Lay
In a circle round
pass'd,
And
at
morn
we
started
beside
Now, one
stirs
A
loaded
raft
'
too
late,
How
:
feet
hung
to,
So
!
Thrill'd in
on
What
a
wild
crowd
of
invisible
pleasures
To
carry
with her head
hands,
should
drop
dead
?
like
me
That
!
263
Is
you
will
smiles
sheep
Half-asleep
Tinkle
homeward
thro'
the
alike,
ancient time
soul
burns
Earth's
returns
For
find her,
Left in
the curtain,
to the centre.
While
My life is a
Though
So the
chace takes
farthest bound
At me
and dark,
eve,
had pursed
Its petals
aware
Who
268
twitter
I
noticed
gray.
?
Though I keep
with heart's endeavour,
Tho'
it
stay
!
may,
Since
all,
my
Your leave
;
by
side
done this,
? just as
I.
and deeds
As
I thought,
heave.
271
There
their leave.
What does
?
say,
friend,
But in music we know how
fashions end
we
!
eyes
upturn'd
?
two
yet new,
The
And
his
face,
To
toil
for
This
is
change
Their utmost
home,
207.
Home-thoughts,
from
Abroad
OTO
noontide wakes anew
melon-flower
In the
help
England
Whoso turns as I, this evening, turn to God to
praise
and
pray,
While
Jove's
seeks to know
:
All go to swell his
love for me,
Of something
ways,
bones
To
bask
i'
;
Love
!
a
spark.
Poor
vaunt
of
life
indeed,
Were
sit nor stand
!
What
sink
i'
the
scale.
What
Whose
want
play
now
man
;
Would
we
:
germ.
280
;
A
certain
day.'
With knowledge absolute,
Be there, for
Now,
who
shall
arbitrate
;
and clay endure.
!
then,
Thee,
God,
worst,
Did
I
With shapes and colours
slake
Thy
thirst
storm,
The
post
a
The reward of
so
The
heroes
of
old,
Bear
Will
mistaken
better,
Sleep
', From
a
1812-1890
o,
And
I
Wi'
gowden
clasps
the Street,
Would
be
and laugh'd
grew,
;
With bleeding
thumb a-widdershin.
But there
through
N.
waled]
chose.
him more
for he
shall know
cramoisie,
And
And blind-worm's skin about
No,
Wilt
;
is said,
free.
I
have
seen
Seen him wave afar his serpent wand
;
!
And freely
my
mind,
and
a
hand
And
balmiest
bud,
To
carve
the
fight
yet leaves
stood
;
mountains
glow'd
embow'd,
Shaft
No wings profaned that godlike
form : around
Of
Thrill'd
air,
animal prayer,
in
a
cage,
The beasts of burden
Our
very
rights,
strong
fields,
of
bliss,
behold
Enough
of
We
heaven,
Hear
the
grasses
grow :
Watch
the
cloudlets
few
Dappling
Have made a kind heart
bleed,
Come
'
The
last
shaw,
Whar
are
lang
awa'.
spen' on
the greenwood
Traquair
Kirkyard.
They
were
fresh
All light and
And say what others
What others
In
soul
The heavenly
Beside our
Her fame I
her,
In
her
quaint
faery
And know I
am her friend
I praise thee, God.
too large
angels calling,
stand,
:
We
live
:
No
house
Give
We- turn from you,
Lord above
Then, Father of this world of wonders,
Judge
thunders,
Give
:
And smiles have no
Thine
ageless
313
And
My spirit fails
woe !
And
though
my
Syon,
Can
New mansion of new
Thou
;
And
war.
EMILY
BRONTE
234.
Stanzas
1819-1848
OFTEN
rebuked,
yet
me,
And
leaving
nature would
be leading
another
guide
237.
:
despair
thickest
stars
Winds
unutter'd harmony
That I
harbour found
final
bound.
dreadful
is
the
begins
divine.
319
;
Have
would flow
watch and
sleep,
And black
mould to
And
main,
To
With
wide-embracing
love
Thy
Spirit
And
the golden
feet
And, whenever he lacks, upon our
backs
lay
the
tax,
The mould
But too low to tread
the
floor.
sons
of
pride.
323
And
We're
But too
low to
dawn
descried
the breeze,
unchanged,
Brief
And onward
One
the
her
Away,
Far,
pace !
Or,
o'er
Away
Far,
far
behind,
love
thee ?
Where
are
the
Honour
From
wings to
are
vain,
The
It may be, in
to
gain,
Far
back,
In front
!
For woman is
And the night
weary
morning
gay.
W!
247.
;
lad,
And
!
lad,
And all
the trees
are brown
And all
young
of
a
hundred
circling
camps
altar
in
flaring
lamps
His
day
is
marching
on.
I
transfigures you and me
In minds made better by their presence : live
In
the night
To
:
And
That
better
self
shall
Unread
for
ever.
Which
martyr'd
diffused,
And
Seemed warm from
Clear grit an'
Nor dror a furrer straighter.
He 'd spark' d it with
full
Fust this
But
The side
she bresh'd
An'
yit
she
gin
s'pose
ye nuther.
When Ma bimeby upon
Whose
naturs
never
vary,
Like
heart
Then her red come back like the tide
Down
An' all
they are
so placid
condition
They
for their
that
lived
masses
spreading,
Lower,
ether
Jupiter
for
Jupiter ?
Considerest
thou
than the stars,
nights,
passing
away,)
Something
that
Or
and swollen
From such, as now
hurriedly,
Taking
Home, or rivers and mountains
from home,
While we
of
the
sea,
34°
!
stake,
Down,
almost
I,
of
With love
is
my love.
Low-hanging moon
brown
yellow
rise with
sea
O
murmurs
!
depositing,
To
for—I
sagging
moon,
The
all the
The word
and wet sands ?
the moonlight
The
sweet
low
at
Though by bard
Where
the
I cursed
as they
I
dared
Its
nature
to
disband
Of cool, soft,
of heaven
We wander'd
;
;
And
Home
to
my
day,
Be
tender
flower
is
born
The
beauty
of
you shall
.FREDERICK
LOCKER-LAMPSON
1821-1&
How she looked at seventeen,
As
Has a charm
Once shamed the swarthy
With the
were,
Grandmamma
In
Fading,
Whisper then, and
Zoned in bride's
Fruits and flowers
to keep
day through
And
join'd
homeward fared
but
brought
death
to
its
bearer.
357
Then
banquet
sped
So
long
that
before
Mine
;
him
more.
;
loved
best.'
Said
what the
blowj
:
'
(Call once more)
away.
all-day.
Feed
Dry
When
She comb'd
the
green sea.
She said,
pray
In
We
down
prayers
But
we
aisle through
Down,
down,
down
Down
to
the
depths
When gusts shake
We
The ebb-tide leaves
267.
The
Song
of
Callkles
THROUGH
the
black,
Asleep on
?
Among
And at
Therefore
they
did
not
To
lies fair
Upon the
flow
Of
human
misery;
we
r
;
Its
melancholy,
drear
And they are swept by balms of spring,
And
For surely once,
Now
?
In
quiet
tired,
To-night
All the live
peep,
Pale blue
Of
And
:
'
impart
seen to
Pluck'd
And then they land, and thou art seen no more.
Maidens
To dance around the Fyfield
elm in May,
eves,
And
But none has words she can
report of
Have often
nor
Where
Thy
The
That thou
wert wander'd
Gipsy
tribe
Long
since,
laid
Some
country
nettles wave
Under a
Our worn-out life, and are—what we
have been.
Thou hast
And each half lives a
hundred different
and
we,
Whose weak resolves never
away,
delays,
Roaming
the
country-side,
a
O
born
the
Its
heads
bowering wood
last,
and
And from the
:
in
old
days
Thyrsis
The
Vale,
the
She
I came
!
flower, each stick
Into the
world and
grassy
floor,
And
parting
cry,
From
pomps
come
on,
Soon
garden-trees,
flow,
And
joy
the
beauteous
head
She
strain.
Where
far descried,
High tower'd
Down each green
bank hath gone
shore
tiny swell
Stood
with
suspended
art
gone
as
well.
hair
And
And night as
cross
Sole
That
pull
the
hay,
Woods
with
rest.
Its
fir-topped
Here was
tired thy
often come,
loved hillside.
glow
Youth
Gay
raiment,
sparkling
!
Such,
poets,
! young,
gay,
Radiant,
of
his
base
To
Self-school'd,
self-scann'd,
self-honour'd,
self-secure.
Didst
feels the truth
this
life
But thou,
Because the gods thou
there are.
last.
But never the land
my
heart,
I strain'd her to my breast
Her wet
;
grieves
life-boat heaves
Clasp'd on
his oar,
hangs the expiring flame.
think.
bold.'
said
drink,
Love,
Let me taste your
Children weeping for
tops
the rivers that
And people
?
all
And
yet,
Thought
For
;
<•
284.
play,
And
What to
him is
Fold
him
Mortal love weeps idly by :
God
alone
has
we could
river to the
Where trees from distant forests,
whose
names
were
more
fair,
of modern
strength
waitest for
the English and the
Stoop
Where the
me you
and sent
long ago at
her
heart,
Glean chancewise in the life-long mart.
And
So
slept.
1
I
knew,
You
whispering
Your
the last,
aghast,
And the only
his head,
A box of counters and a red-vein'd
stone,
A
piece
beach,
And
And Thou rememberest of
Where,
twice
Under
not.
297.
The
First
Spousal
TWICE
blast
Of
;
He
And
doubted
!
'
Thy strength it is that makes
my weakness sweet.
word
Which,
ere
thus, and smile
weak,
Which guard your
Revere
? .
.
.
again,
The
had
When Andrew
!
hath
curl'd
My lonely way about the world
I take,
Doing and
And
all
:
to
burn,
Like
it,
I
spend
Return, return.
My
mine,
discern
My
starry
love
go
forth
Return, return.
burn,
and
yearn
Yearn
to
Day,
withers, tho' it burn
That single
stair
I
Whereto
I
sit
beside
the
joy
And come,
In
the
spring
she
In
twilight,
!
down
enter
in ?
Thro' many nights,
be thy
In
merry
To the same village-school, where
side by
Thro' yon baronial
land,
Native
to
For God
But
As
He shall find
bitter
love
as
did repeat.
Then I,
'
:
'
For whom
And
And the salt
Day
and
make,
Nor
hast
has
set
On
break
fret
No
veil
Thou
wilt
not
might see.
?
When
?
For the builders are
Ground
go
away
On the
tilth
know,
Where the
stream rushes
By
'
The flowers
sycamore
High
'
white brow
Of the
this
long
June
day
about
Girt
sunnily
dying
light,
My
If conquering and unhurt I come
Back
from
the
battle-field
Her warbling voice, tho' ever low
and mild,
Oft makes
airy light
As would a
Grace, Rose, Marian, all the same
Are
have
are stirr'd
;
And
a
The
power
When the last
pride
the angels do
not
My
eyes
now, up
to me like shadows
Stretch out your hand to me, Douglas, Douglas,
Drop forgiveness
code, were
follow'd still
By sightless
Hector lived again
Whose
noble
soul
tent
at his hair,
feel
Rejoiced
when
I
may
cease.
438
;
Methinks
I
Great Hector's
Convey
With sense
It was
shrivell'd
All gather'd to guard the text
:
the
Mary's
gift,
Albeit, to them
of
years.
.
if asleep
Through
strove
Within
Strove not
Down all the echoing stair
?)
'
:
?
To
thou
say'st
Yea,
God
lift
Not
Kneel,
Less
breath.
Hers
still,—long
Following her daily of thy heart
and feet,
!
?
Thy
hold
Thy
sultry
hair
up
from
my
face
are really
—but cease
thee
for.'
How should this be ? Art thou then so much more
Than they
who sow'd,
Nay,
line be,
beyond,
Still,
GERALD MASSEY
The
charmed
heaven
When Nightingales are
at
heart
UNDER
and ripple
her,
gather
slow,
me go
wayward
Fleeter she
She
whom
she won !
When her mother
wonder
Wavy in the dusk lit by
one large star.
Darker grows
So were it with
that
marches,
her
changeless
Fain
Threading it with colour,
Glowing, and with
Scaling
the
When at
window
In
her
Beautiful
she
flowers.
All
the
girls
are
out
with
Such a
Coming the rose :
in arrowy
and their
the
iron
gateway
Prim
me.
Sweeter
my
sweetest ?
Yellow
Yellow with
laughing yaffle
of
skies in sport
453
Front
roguish challenge
with sunshine
Said,
Loose droop the
ripeness
cold
snow
up a bower of
moon aglow.
Where
and
tumbled
Earth and
to feet.
;
wonder of a
ming,
—
alighting,
Arms
up,
in
dipping wing.
April
Spreading
bough
skyfields,
white
cherry
Borne
my eyelids
Fair as
be alone with heaven,
Flashing like the whitebeam, swaying like the
reed.
Flushing
;
3
jo.
Phoebus
with
Admetus
WHEN
had
yoked,
upturn'd sod !
How the
fell wide.
gray :
flocks
lay.
Sudden
as curd,
Clear of
The day
is never
Sweetest and
divinest, the
Youth's voice
long nose.
Foot
Redden'd through his feathers for our
dear
fold.
The day is never darken'd
That had thee here obscure.
Tales
Tales
those
too fair.
known,
Shines
in
Ere the string
God ! of whom music
coldest dew
kingly-flashing
coats
court th
our days
Us he
The day is never
in
a
ball
Or
cast
with ours
And where
blood that flows
In them, in
Embracing
The prone,
the flitting,
A brood of
That death his people
:
!
the speech
Of men,
d
;
and
To
:
I
pipe
could he understand.
He was
twist,
He
spied
in sun,
in
growth
With
brooding
deep
as
of
sloth,
The
With music
centre of life a
him
the
the
breeze
mount),
delirious rage
Outran the
reclaim'd.
the tree,
marsh
Like
a
came.
Glad
A
breeze
that
wanders
465
His
Over
like shine
on
mine
Gleam'd
was in another place.
on your wrist
when you
beside the fire alone
been
me
avenged
Could I but win you
for an hour from
;
and
thee
Barbara
468
'
'
'
well,'
sung
the
blackbird,
in
Parting
is
CHRISTINA GEORGINA
smile
strew,
grapes,
Because the
me
Plant
shadows,
I
pain
(O
Yet a woman's words are weak
;
With
Then set it down,
O my God, my God,
474
Yea, hold it
Before Thy face
All that
But
North
Where
way
f
Yes,
But is there for the night a resting-place
?
dark
Shall I meet
Shall I find
me
me for a while
:
Thou too
?
And
sometimes
When
I seem'd much less
lay
weak.
477
hath no replies,
the hour of birth
Paradise.
think it
mark
Let
by
day
to gray
May
On my bosom for
:
:
pray.
Arise,
come
away
;
spotless
white
in
saints in
unroll'd,
rapture, the tale
Seated
was seen of Thee
mend,
O
Lord
All-Merciful,
be
merciful
near
O Lord All-Merciful, be merciful to me.
1346
r
beside
pied
Faintly
long
ago,
When
I
beginne
to
looks on death
For, lo !
Then
beaten
foam
flew
The
The
noise
And awsome bells
'
Downe
drifted
to
the
grass,
To
:
I shall
never hear
her more
'
'
groweth,
Onward floweth to the
Shiver,
quiver
her reel,
talks
dim,
ere
thee, O ?
is strong,
white,
wast
all
Narrow,
narrow,
shows
sky.
to
yearling
shy
?
Milking
at
my
—
iconoclast.'
Then
springs are
suffer let,
And carve these forms.
the angels
ess.ay'd
So
Of
God's
distilling
dropt
To
perfect
woman
And
491
What most of bliss
Grant me
great rivers,
To be
chidden
;
subtending,
lever
strong
alabaster
Conceal'd
him
from
;
mood
•
chess
together,
white hand
Moves, sidling,
deed.
Now
the
deeds
prayer must be
:
'
My heart ever
!
Then, to
;
blossom
Hums the bee
When, in a
Did kiss the
sparkler on her
!
'
Mother turn'd
Tied with
lord
dear,
Egyptian
toes upon,
sweet
dark feet
dear
?
Were
the Ptolemy black,
And
to
?
And
she
As
of
wedding shoes
the garments green,
out,
Of
?
tear
Never
pass'd
I've
shed
For
the
life's long hill,
Are you waking
comrade, linger still ?
flow.
at man's
bitterness.
O,
harshly
screams
the
bird !
such as
once
Lindis-
farm,
And
yonder
'
the
flat
How
the
strewn ranges
yards
behind,
for
a
blind !
shallow water-
your
beard !
Sink-or-swim
squander
1
d
at
the
Logans'
been dead.
Elsie then
I
care
the oil,
Or the
over, if
I had
wave,
With
never
bush flowers
on my
And
?
I
drew
The
His head is white as snow
;
There is
songs
And
Tho' all the ages are its life-time vast
Each soul that dies in its most sacred whole
Receiveth
life
man
;
still
Some
thought,
To
'Twixt
cease
strife,
And
a
curse
should
be
In
loneliness,
Nor
in
ago,
wills
Our common to
fain
indeed.
we,
As
follows
One shall the
for sullen shame
Will feel their hearts
We
have
Or sum of
by time,
world
Was
fill'd
homely call,
lush and tall
went,
fold,
The
;
doubtful
throat.
Oh,
song go
he can sail
And his rank
Her heart beats
;
my prime
;
through
the
great
abyss
music.
With
Although their
full song
Dear
Mother,
fast
In
Where
dwells
But in vain, in
:
still
With
subtle
thrills,
the
pulse
Bewilder'd flies for
light had dash'd
And now slept
;
The chilly hearth and
and damp,
I
It
Perturbing
too bright
With both
Or sank his head upon his
breast.
still
thrill
Thin
neat.
tell,
Would come and smile here
in my face,
Or tie a ribbon with
more
grace :
523
She
As pale as moonshine
And
While busy
It
den.
As
if
strange,
mad,
And
when
the
floor
room :
what curse
worse
sleep.
Thereon
Whether a
While all the
"
room
in
awe
Of births and
London town
the
Throne.
?
buried
deep
Celebrating,
fly
My own white wonder
!
hollow
1"
And is
?
The while
!
And
the
weary
may
past
for
feel.
533
Let
no
nor feeling,
dream to death.
to sea.
to sea,
white wand,
When the
'
—
?
Sat on Lord Roland's
And gold where
meet,
And
her knee
If
I
feet,
I would kiss the place where the gold hems meet,
And the golden
men good,
Has neither
If
In
my
In glory of
fair
cheer,
lose
Of a damsel of
!
This
giving
up
of
blood
the
tent,
;
By any shame. Hard by, the sea
Made a noise like the aspens where
We did that
Is
very
54°
Sir Oliver, the
What
a
sword
Laid
thwart
his
knees
!
Could
cursed
him
deep,
And
Cool
oft
his
cheek
more
white,.
So
crept,
brown leaves
Was
it
mark
402.
'twixt thy closed lips,
Think but one thought
Faint and
the cloud-bars,
voice of com-
eyes to
the sea
pass'd over,
Yet their
saving,
I '
!
Come—no
the face of the
The green-growing
acres with
increase begun.
Now sweet,
On thy
heart or
mine, where
and by
of the
great city's glare.
Hark, the wind
in the elm-boughs
wide
scarce
might
abide.
Hark !
telling
them
had
grown dim.
them have no
story to
For
When
their story be
sorrow the
world groweth
And
bloweth behind
the message
seeketh
But
And the
not
Day
!
grey.
As
The light and
winds me !
Let him
rest by
done.
Ruler
deep,
And
In
Sailing between
Can our wail climb and
smite
;
;
as
They need not bow the head,
Or reach
What
sting
?
?
The
go
Who
ever
flesh has peace
But
Love
is
gone
ago
breath ?
contest
i^\
The
to
feasts
belong
the song
The song,
resounding with
a twofold
No
If, dying these, we draw
a selfish
And
SIR
stream,
Lightly the demoiselles
titter'd and leapt.
batter'd wall.
Snugly
When December's tottering tread
And with confident young faces
Peep'd
clusters,
dams
look,
Fearlessness
Nought can daunt
Here,
there,
everywhere
do
blow,
lure
The
heart
of
April
maid,
Of
maid,
The
way,
of the feet
Thro' early-fallen leaves
For Autumn is the season, boy,
To gather
And
the other
and flame.
who yield the
:
'
564
trees
—
'
!
'
O yes, I am doing well ; but I'd be again, for a
day,
A
simple
farmer's
Her
home
She
proud,
You wraps, unclipp'd, if you but knew
!
For love
The sun
And
her
Which kept her prisoned till her
hair
was
hoary.
that lyre of
cursed,
Friend
roam,
Prince
smell the
And
tumbling
waves,
where
The
long
cliffs
Behind
my
king,
Of
Sported with victories
Till albatross,
And feast no
caves,
Master
Who
The road that
rolling hoary
;
;
In the houses of death and of birth
And
wrought
And
That
a span
and the
head
;
As of day when
suppression of sighs ?
;
And
/
Beneath fresh boughs !
me
and
;
?
thine
head
that
And
Forth of all these
praise
wake
and east
blossoms
of
In thy limbs at
The
rains in the
befriend.
Thou
art
dove
of gold,
A bitter
?
chafe
pleasure and pain.
released, redeem'd from
barren,
the
love.
all,
be
at
peace,
hours
strings
that
flicker
hath
the
the soul is a
blood
faints
in,
the
knees bend,
all
spirits
and
death
waits
of
the
world.
582
behind
north-wind
bound
of changes,
and pulse
trouble
a
dream ;
and
its
depth
as
And the height of
thou
being
down
to
thee
dead.
Of
with
say
these.
Not
as
thine,
flowers,
_- sweet
with
stream
me now
as it blows with
the fume of the
of a star,
by the
as they
wherein
we
gaze
for
which is
and
death
We'd
And
With loving
looks and
If
you
love her.
all
rest ; she will
if we sing hereof,
deep
;
And the sea moving
saw before it move
fair
We
there.
me,
She
Late rose whose life is brief, .whose
loves are
Whose flowers
And
warm
day
night.
59°
New
gladness,
down and
Draw down, draw nigh
hours
Take
autumn that blows
memories
beloved
the
present,
rough
wings
beat
blowing
endures
the wind
of thy
a manifold
stream,
rearisen,
ghost rearisen in me.
wind
is
about
them,
serpent has
the dark, and
his heart
is,
grasp
fruit,
and
from
with thorns than
gleaming of eyes and
as a
and
redden
us fly
Let us
the
By the sands where sorrow has trodden, the salt pools
bitter and sterile,
By the thundering
channel of
peril
hoofs trample and
the plain.
The wind
Not a flower to be press'd of the foot that
falls
not
the
calls
not,
Could
she
Rings but the note
and revels
In a
same waves whiten'd,
sea.
summer
We shall sleep.
From the
While the sun and the rain
live, these shall
Roll the
humble
The
fields
that
And watch'd
The terror
of the
thousand
lands
Laurels and lightnings
And
bare
the
heart
of
the
ears
took
fire
With fiery sound and
thy
remember'd
song,
From
the
roof'd
Freedom
pass
Forth
eyes
Smitten
with
?
O nursed in airs apart,
O poet highest
their
blast.
603
Thou
Where
even
his
604
birds
flee
And his right hand is heavy on the sea
:
We
know
Bade light be
;
Praised and beloved,
spirit's flight
the end.
Remembering thee,
up
and
sang,
But
ye
us, and
subdued with
the length of
Above
we return'd
to weep,
From far,
from prison
asleep,
the unseal'd grave,
And by the
that are folded up
charmed
cup,
By
the
Who
hear
these
things,
Put
The just
Fate gives
down,
He,
dying
so,
lives.
more,
no
power
Upon
to him
from breasts nigh dead
Not red, but white
and
deep,
them
Is
e'en
be
dells lie
But
hills
name,
Can
die,
cannot
change.
Shame
and
On Aikenshaw
;
Round
The
Wansbeck
The
bents
That
haps
the gathering drift.
or
dream,
?)
Leafless
there
by
615
All doubting removes,
For Isabel
For no man's sake
For great and
To
look
around,
Upon thy wing
heart
mouth
denies,
Maureen
:
must cure,
silent glade
in Aghadoe,
Aghadoe,
Aghadoe,
and
their
spies.
!
in Aghadoe
Aghadoe, Aghadoe
Aghadoe,
!
JOHN
ADDINGTON
SYMONDS
1840-189?
448.
of
May,
Thin shoots of thyme and
lentisk,
by
the
spray
:
A woman lay beside
;
.
the breath that lifted
sifted
The
with eyes
star.
Music
these
surge
on the
caves
stream
grass
Border'
d
with laughter
sore,
Of
his
To
The love
From the shame
get
birth
t
lived
at
all.
Whose
voice
is
calling
Fluttering, fearing,
and
spread.
Lacking
the
heart-room
the
ear,
Frost was
And all
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of
Of such ecstatic
My
eyes
;
concedes to mind,
Recalls the excellences I
;
Knowing me in my
unpaid
To
never see
;
45-4
back from walls and
may
afar.'
Ledlovv late
slain.
Thinking to let in light, but I
only let in love.
Birds in the boughs
the
pleasure.
Now each creature on earth has his joy, and lives in
the
sun,
This is
is
kindled.
Tell
fills
the
earth.
street,
Crying
there
hand.
street
635
I
goal
and
there
encircled
All
that
those
desolate
none
answer'd
Blindly
;
She whom I love, who loved me, look'd not on my
yearning,
me no
by
night
and
day
Therefore
no light, no
men,
joy.
it should fret,
happiness,
The
poor
Of
Watching
on
tiptoe
and
When
and see
young
guess
The
to gorse
my chase
a
god.
638
Of
a
Of Spain and
as
hearts
of
men.
At
this
door
roar
marching from the hill
?
all
their
heritage
Hast thou
Till winter froze the sweetness of his
lips,
hardly left
Say, has thy merriment no secret pain,
No sudden weariness that thou
art
young
;
I
fields,
In silence
and
dear,
;
I
;
A hundred
years ago.
Than
thus
to
live
one's
I like the hunting
are.
le
Jardinier.'
THE
Rose
in
the
!
she
?
;
he would track
main
And where
To
To his mines
Things that great
?
—
shall lie,
Though ill
reply.
r
night-wind
sigh
In after days
To
Will
none
inter-
space
have left
us, woe
are not, and
the
and ever a May
on
?
On—like
a comet
alarms
While, or to left
clump of stars.
stroke
Now
Now
light.
!
seen
;
Dower'd
heart
_j
calm.
heart,
Held
within
Withering,
beneath
done.
Dumb
And
the
spring
While the
And the music
She glides,
and she
With her blossomy traces.
She lightens and lingers
the
hollow
hill
slips
with a song on its lips
Whose
key-note
That
touches
In the
for the grace
And then we
To
Are heavy
with warning
loud,
of
cloud,
And
!
the rain,
pain,
Complains
Psalms
from
unseen
wildernesses
brass is.
grasses
marge.
wings
Then the
me,
Certain
hearts
Like the
cool
done
Hail, golden House of
stark and
still
when we are
Their
Was brightly blazing,
From
My maiden
I
Spilt
around
thee
Flits
!
guests
He
.
. .
said,
Supper
Was
The Bridegroom shaded his eyes and look
;
With
thy
body's
sins
'
There
bright
waved his hands
And
Made sweet
it
off
Were
like
And
beckon'd,
The two clear colours
quiet sit
scant of wit.'
to his,
With
heart
?
That loosens block and
the
centuries,
in minutes.
Ago,
I
sign'd
;
;
mountains.
Therefore
I
change
not
;
That
crawl
to
Will
and
the
ice-wind,
And
long-forgotten
little,
lot
you,
close,
!
—
Majestic Night's
Hung
o'er
Thy
sun and
On
Nor
tread,
Mine
eyes
might
see
683
Which
meant
a Dean
The school-girls
But dreaming
and digesting
Deep talk of
rood-screen and reredos.
a
child
Under
a
A
sense
and wind
of dreams,
686
great cities,
at pleasure,
Shall go
song's measure
the
earth,
;
the gate,
And then,
to wait
To-day and to-night and
thirsting,
Very peaceful the place is, and solely
For piteous lamenting and sighing,
And those who come living
or
dying
Alike
heart
broken,
And
mountain,
your weeping
in the tears.
Your
cheek
from
Yea, e'en to
your
tears.
falling
leaf
brushes
;
sorrow,
And
?
;
like thunder
Account of the
curse
;
Shall change the
skies
fire-folk
citadels
there
scare
boy, he must drink as a youth,
He
;
Till
to
quaff.
And distrustful of both
Then he eats for his
palate and
he was dead.
Where that iEean isle forgets
the
main,
And
only
As such an one
brine
Shrill wind
hours
They
hear
sea-sand.
We loiter'd
And
sand,
And
summer
of
gold,
hills,
tree
fray,
him
surge
and
sway,
;
within,
encompasseth.
Even such as hearts heroic
oftenest win
Honour, a
friend, anguish,
tree
shake
to the
palms more fair
I know
joyful, a courage
From the proud
In the offing
For on this night
;
Reach
Yet
all
unvisited,
:
This
follow slow,
torch
upstaying
wide,
not hide
Listening to that
To faithful lovers, that their
hearts
;
So
701
Now
come
And
home,
expectant lover.
art on the watch,
Where, on the banks
of the forgetful streams,
snatch
Thou, when the
possession.
fio.
;
sadness be
With
Truth,
June,
By
try
Match your strength
Or what
limes
Temper for you her
And touch with mirth the mouth of the wise.
Here is eternal spring : for you
The very stars of
be bent
the streams,
A throe of
men
;
!
body
born
Became
?
Pray,
And
;
;
envious elves,
fairy flame.
—each little dame
Fair limbs
for numbness ;
Dead-Sea fruits
fall
A
the
trace
Left
by
the
;
hand
pond's face.
echoes of the band
crippled things
unused dies.
bars are strong
O footstool once of
youth
grew
Or tell
fall
heaven's blue,
O
Tortoise,
Which none
Up
came
pixie mayst thou
'of
Dead and
Behind the
elf
Capp'd
with
a
?
Have
hemm'd
the
For in
core
enfold
forest clan
Keep far
from us
my sovereign ban,
Lest,
Lay
The
axe
is
sharpen'd
;
me.
JAMES
LOGIE
ROBERTSON
(Hugh
Haliburton)
b.
1846
529.
Spring
Vex
human
Her poet for
As
The Soul shall be
night,
:
His
glory
She
knows
She has
;
She trusts her
With
call
She
But
yesterday
WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY
Where in
the Long
The
f
3
England, my
England,
Round
the
Pit
on
England, my England,
Spouse-in-Chief
of
England
The
sundown
splendid
and
serene,
Death.
EDMUND
GOSSE
f$8.
Lying
in
air
as
:
Rick glowing
colour on
Her
even-song
of
love
is
prayer.
from far
is
sad,
They
dig
themselves
warm
graves
fair.
And sudden whims
earth
ablaze,
and
now, what keen delight,
;
through
Revolves,
but
never
changes.
Fold naught of
strain,
Not
The topaz
Ringstraked and
The flickering flame, ascending, falling,
dying.
Behind
the
thorny
pink
Close
wall
of
Saw full
Pouring
forth
where
The censer-boys
And
far
above,
Love
{After
O
Rose
feel his kiss.
bliss
warm and bright.
kiss me
'Tis well you
O
Broken
she
?
its
dead,-
It
leans
again
The
green
grasses
They have lain
?
The
?
over,
And
bring
that
?
734
summer
With
under,
?
In
can love
And
dread
In a
place that
I
me,
Of
green
I
will
and
And this shall
The fine song
Of
and
choruses,
Sat
Flush-faced
Spring
scents
beautiful
exile.
Only
They heard the
peep
about.
sheets, and
got no
bitter pain and
738
aboard
village roofs as white
burning bright in every
I
days in the
And
of homely elves
the other, Mr.
but the sails
were new and
We clear'd the weary headland, and pass'd
below the
to
sea
cold,
home and my
:
;
He a
:
So entered we
And common
praise, new
Heart called to heart,
rides
of
He laugh'd,
and said,
ground :
742
Holds
up
the
dull
gold-wroughten
key.
flames and fire,
And also
So
world
dies
With
And the heart but one
;
When
love
is
done.
FRANCIS
BURDETT
MONEY-COUTTS
b.
1852
??6.
744
The
How
In some
I
wear,
And
I see thy form before me fly,
By
behind,
But the axles of
our own.
Mors, Morituri
;
Unreal joy, and troublesome
Swift
distraction
Of
action,
Hoves thy black flag !
The fairest
fair,
With
The
Dawn-smitten
Memnon
;
crown'd,
y6j.
Lines
for
a
Sundial
I
will
make
Builder
:
of
a passing span,
rest
to
heart
a
few,
left
thy
room,
shone
?
around
them,
queenly circle, as
a new sweet
that
when
squalor,
bosom's
burning.
Ah
! I
mosses,
jubilant
procession
This
'Twere
sad
By flame-tipp'd arrows from the Archer's bow.
Perchance he envies me,—the villain ! O
For
one
tree's
me
not
Far
up
and
up,
limb.
Then
In this deep
God-speed to
port
of
noble
fame !
S7i.
Hi.
the
strength
of
ten.
Now
on
a
festal
day
I
His
happy
skill
Follow the spirit
No
part
had
;
care.
j7_j.
A
Cricket
Bowler
TWO
!
round the unwary
skin.
Two
minutes
only.
Long-practised
knew
the
path
pursue,
And
cash
and bring
stream's
whisper
to
me,
Perhaps he dreams
russet.
far-off
cities
Glittering
;
the
Hardly
headland
A
crystalline
violets
A
me
;
?8o. The
from the sea,
shingle
edges,
Where
the
sea
the path to it
Storms ere they wholly
the sea.
the sand.
Still may some
Pleased
May.
Watch from
By my will
My companions of
core,
With
chrysolite,
hyacinth,
tourmaline
?
And the tranquil night, and the
end of the
of
sound,
The
And trail'd its fringe along the Straits
The
Masts in the
offing wagg'd their
Wall,
I
crest
The
crimson
;
golden-skinn'd,
A
stag,
hounds out of tune
Before we
'
The
same,
His
A
stag,
a
On hunters
772
and more,
This
He
A runnable stag in a jewell'd bed,
Under the sheltering ocean
in
the
jewell'd bed
T.
IN
Stands Saint Kieran's
generations
Each below his stone
Kings of Tara,
In the red earth lies at rest
Many
turf
covers,
And never more complain.
main,
For
with
a
Through the
Belated angels stray
Dreaming
they
And lovers
Crouching
But if
Pears
and
China dishes, silver
one
Of
her
By
the
. . .
against the water-
gorse
is
steam
beneath
of
whose brink the laurel
ever
wallows
So
they've
clipp'd
aimless
ditties,
While
oft
th'
and
sunny,
Lusty
fields
of
Warwickshire,
of
agrimony,
clearly
Than
King's chamber
779
Glory
the palace,
Ashes on
his head,
we jested
when
he
was
dying,
Piped
We will mourn him—What, so you
decree
We
are
heartless
F
fPS-
Christmas
Carol
JACKING
samite
water,
Ave, gratia
Clad not in cramoisie,
With the ass, meek kneeling before
Him,
crown,
At
He
Sleepeth,
three
dear
?
That
Came wooing the mother of
men,
;
begot,
each
one,
Whence
To
of his
eyes,
Thou
metaphor
of
Thou
impatient wing,
Thou presence
A figment and
fire
choir,
attune
Their
and skies
of grey
785
l_j
her
unageing
heart
Wakens, and yields her
Full of the fluttering of melodious souls
hills and valleys that adorn yourselves
In
And all exuberant
song.
—
of
soul
hath touch'd,
Into the
And voiceful
well
And void the places where
the
minstrels
stood,
!
And while the purple joy is
pass'd about,
marble bed,
A lamp to
The toll men
!
see
Strange
she
hair
She holds
And looks upon
her changelessness and
breast.
:
O, there
Was the
wild, wild .heart
She took the
moan
thrall'd.
The
Lady
sore
the tracts of
And the roses were most
red,
Sensed
for
For the secrets
own sighs.
And
The vague twilight-verges,
Lessening
their
And,
as
found.
When
Thereof
795
On
;
;
;
down their veil,
To what thy
region Elenore.'
flower
To the fair snake-curled Pain,
Where thou dar'st affront her
terror
That
;
Stirr'd
in
purpureal
phantom
blows.
798
wild-breathing
spice,
daffodils,
And
fair meinie,
tongue
loose
In coerule
To sit
apart, a
somewhat alien
;
;
when
I
too
shall
rejoice,
to life
precursive
word
the cascade of the
Lifting
God.
arborous hair
cup
!
scarfing
sea
And not all
Shall
;
should'st dream
Thereof, lest
seem.
Shade
Fulfill'd with
beauty and
Make
were
sacrifice
He
which
observes
Too
shadows
pass.
For
thy
resurrection-feast,
Ah,
the holy
spirit scans.
In
that
though they wreak
;
and beats all wing
still
?
And
!
?
With stars
soil
Thee
in bed,
small
pray
When Thou wast
so little, say,
And hear a child's tongue like thy
own
and
walk,
And
listen
I would remember
Spirit of
fray,
be free,
Makes
Awhile in my airy
shrilling joy
their
bed,
Peace,
this
before
a natural bliss.
make
4J
past,
doors ?
Changelings,
become
One guess, or known one doubt,
about
knowledge
here
:
slew of old
:
straight must love, to
may
out,
ways
Love
has
been
here
before.
But
where now I tread,
Clung
grew stormy-red
In autumn
They
seem
me,
The half-forgotten
No
more
Among the
earth.
M'
Would
have
given
God
her heart.
Never a
Nor shall
617.
A
Huguenot
Oa
So
be
Wrongly
call'd
Fidelity.
6
1
p.
Unwelcome
T
Y/E
were
When
to the East.
beating
they pass'd,
The
Low let
Ere
I
back to
devil
fights.
Whatever
fortune
And that was
And stabb'd
Alluring up and enticing
yellow quince
A
the
ferry
hands,
of
his
sun,
;
From
;
624.
In
hair
to,
Is
Not
a
grieves
In
the
eaves,
A
And
There is no lock for thee,
Each door awaits
To
The old mad wilful
Come,
The sleep-cry of
Come,
for
the
As
;
Of
whirling
snow
heart in me,
blush
no hope
to possess
mountains,
Drink
bulcaun in fountains
These
libertines
Having a
With
a
cool
Though one should wear no monkish
hood
And
good
the
sky,
country home
The
sheep
;
I thought on
Rest
for
the
God.
831
But in the night
Who
Wilt yield
pied
and
shine,
Thine
only
till
to love,
dove
? . . .
The quickest sent, the lightest borne
;
We enter'd when the
a mile
Why from
?
me
in
dreams
castle-wall,
It
fields are green
fall.
6
Cleanly and
hand
Hinde
Juda's
stall,
And
Glad Hinde and King
delight
A
I must
But
Hither
the
The
Bay,
He sees et arl so plainly
as
?),
o'
et
by
;
Heaven,
An'
drum
below
listenin' for
call
him
guest and sometime
five,
dearly
as
any
alive.'
they.
All night long
Or the far Afghan snows.
He
his
books
aglow,
Calling him
honour'd dead
His own
roof,
The
The
He watch'd the liner's stem ploughing the foam,
;
feet,
And
;
the place was still
Or
'
gird
thee,
and
lead
thee
swiftly
And I
to truth.
"
'
Beside the temple-gate.
Peals out the
:
To
shield
thee
Less thou should
Tossing
My
lord
will
'
And
yet
648.
Till
wandering
far,
by
wine,
sight,
Life
This is the
goddesses
gold,
A very Peeping Tom
The virgins slipping
limbs,
i
But
though
For
And Laura's
And Laura's
!
cress
are
seen
Great
yellow
E'er find a stream in Attica
So ripely full
Did ever Love, on
in gert to-morrows.
some
tears,
Then
Your darter's
;
Yield
up
Alone, we
O
Of
joy,
Merry of heart,
stems
peeping.
Our world-stain'd gaze and
come no more for
And
Still
the
old
to
seaward,
feet,
to meet ?
round
and fears of old
Sadder
than
dule
and
evil,
deep to
!
river,
Hearing
Fain
swallow
valleys
forgotten ?
Or
where
red
banners
of
sunset
Over
sun-
rise
!
—
Of winter from his head,
To settle,
;
fold
Where
now
the
Lulling
this
To
drowse
?
violent hopes
.
'
Pleasant our lines, and faith ! we scann'd
'em
;
town,
said :
M'
and keep,
sheep
heart's tether,
But oh !
heather,
Before
A shepherd's
waving,
Gave
fragrance
to
the
day.
The
Where'er
Then
Last
spar,
With
lover dies
reposes
Roll in from Sea,
She comes to me.
Beyond where
Lives
on
abode :
Before
to beat,
Before
A chaplet for your
Would come
The
I would spread the
cloths under your feet
I
have
spread
DOWN
by
I
leaves
her would not
stand,
the door.
fan from the
Under
a
cloud
He
will
smile
the merry,
And the merry love the fiddle,
And the merry love to dance
:
me,
They
book,
And loved
673.
to
Innisfree,
And
hive
glade.
And
the morning to
and
day
low sounds
by the
Great Overseer, I
make my prayer.
wrought,
thought
is mine.
One instant's
own trade
:
'
take
away
the
sea
the
wave,
And
tore the sea.'
:
'
labour'd
woundily.
by
Chantey
such
the
gentlemen-adventurers
lead
nor
lea !
Must
we
sing
sea
For to praise the Lord by measure,
They may enter into
Buy
'
is
running
free;
you hail
were
born
the
hour,
Sign
;
woods
Seventy
woods
Before
they
planted
the
trees
When the night-air cools
woods
.
875
Steadily
You
And the thresh of
the Long Trail—the trail that is
always new.
And the
;
And I'd sell my tired s ul for the bucking beam-sea roll
Of
And
a
the
snake,
!
when the
bows
reel
They're all old friends on the old trail, our own
trail.
again
The
An humble and
On
power, we
Lest
we
forget,
lest
All valiant
there
As
mountain
brook,
And
dancing-hall,
While the music madden'd the whirling
skirts of the
There
with
garland wither'd and stale,
She, with her innocent
Tale after shameless tale.
of
fun,
And
Or ever
the tale
was done.
that
you
dance
so
well
the smould'ring
683.
Credo
EACH,
This labour
All
Himself
own,
If
he
A strenuous virtue,
Since life, once lived,
In serious
The wine of every
late,
Which
is
the
And every tale is
nothing
young
and fade,
weary moons
Lord
head.
Ah !
never
more
shall
Mary
hear
Her
Lord I meet
Be
start,
;
:
and sleep she lay
When I
was gray
lost
lilies
and for
stronger wine,
expire,
:
Orient
from
old
:
Elf, and
An inspiring
Than
the
sun
! were mine.
hours
Greatness,
beauty,
Murmuring
king,
High from lime and sycamore :
Wanderings by old-world ways,
:
;
Love alone of
gifts, no shame
yet
Witness
there rings
One voice
Platonic
dreams
her
past.
These nor assault of man, nor time, can harm :
Not these, nor
understand.
:
Our
dream,
Hesperian land.
wonderful,
forefathers'
care
all have sung.
Crown'd,
fate
Those
woe
Loving
Work
out
a
perfect
will.
895
sea
Men shall not
?
Who have
light
;
refrain
strife,
am
When
defiance
Tenderest upon my
With their magic
When
fields are one
within the mother's
I am
Stray'd
lips
beside.
Aye,
deeper
let
this. If from
clay.
And
Not
from
each
other
to
the
Meet in a deeper vesture
in another day
good-night
6pf.
A
Memory
of
Earth
f
Down the violet-scented
feet
I
was
met
Ah,
what
faces
Here where the
And rich from toil stand
hill
The furrow
And
hide
God,
And
And
home
bough,
And
the
lone
lake
side,
I
wave,
The years that bring regretting.
No law
the pale
leaf stray'd,
Whither the
wild wind
'Neath
The winding road for pleasure.'
I
But
tending
When
airy,
'Tis
a
curlew
whistles
sweet
Then
somethin'
rustles
The
vast sky fills.
range
who lit
proof need shine to guide
them in.
Joyous,
Scarcely
where come flooding
Two
children,
all
Holding their tatter'd
feet,
Their
eyes
shining,
!
They,
like
Necessity, the sculptor, took,
Whose gaze is
as an opening
With full joy
build.
Does
thy
roofs
western light
lake
reposed,
giant colonnade,
Paced musing
;
And
Nile.
The white-robed stranger
bearest
in
thy
mien,'
The
Could
sheathe,
Of
I,
too,
O
man
life
And
I
might
Thou
know'st
I
Thy errand let me know.'
in
within my
IV
Amasis
without
word
Listens,
dark-brow'd
rue
Nay
Thus
saith
my
lord
at noon
Within my
They
led
noise
A
fisherman
that day
Restored
!
joy
Thoughts springing, tender as
;
He tastes
With
tease
the
evening
The thoughts
of her
To the peace
of which my
May
safely
advice
brine
and grave,
design.
sucks back
the blood
While, through
Young,
Through
comrades
chaunt
Gently draw off
For other twenty days,
will set
As, dedicated
to light
With
Of
glorious
fruit,
Such as has
Such as
due rain,
Strophe
on
Spread such to dry ! if Helios grant thee
grace,
rain fall,
days
it shed
singly
stripp'd
From
aprons
splash'd
Or
So fast
mounting heaps.
they,
Who,
Till vast night round
Iacchus is the always grateful
god !
they nod
hill-side
scar
depth,
have
travell'd
much
Faint
I
Recall those
nights ! our
But
kept
live alone.
her full gift of
Come
ship,
Where
rillet glads,
Tell-tale shells, and
one
trembling
near,
Babylon.
920
flourish
lives
5
HEIGH
night's
?
Twining
!
:
boy
Walking
day
Light aspen leaves along.
And the oldest kind of song.
But
wise,
They
get
Comes surely
sand
To shelter me from the cold,
And
there
shall
was
a
boy
the
Goes shining all around
The Dancing Loves made
To me
when my
lie,
Soft
lullaby.
Let
And
in
The moon has left
at
night
: I
And
hostility,
The
I
Before the
Yet
am
dead
And all
Where is
Into
a
Of
Let
it
be
knows
;
Treasures
experience
beyond
Until
tired,
wise,
content,
he
hafcts
before
The
the
sheet,
And
feet,
You've
coop'd
the
pullets,
;
Until
And
Jude,
now
you're
With my
new
go
For my
:
From
dreaming
About me
mankind
:
This
lady
of
But
only
That
Hearkening
in
By
the
lonely
Traveller's
call.
And
Louder,
That I
listeners,
Though
every
word
There
seems
a
maiden
with
her
hair
All
tumbled
conspire,
call
To
Under lids inclining
you
Even
Comrades,
comrades
ALFRED
NOYES
726.
The
World's
May-Queen
THEN
Spring
A fleur-de-lys to France
In
showers
of
England,
April,
England
foam-white
sea,
N'oserez-vous,
Je
vous
—
To the white-cliff'd island
that crowns the sea
N'oserez-vous, mon bel ami
drew nigh,
To the hearth
N'oserez-vous, mon bel, mon
?
And
your
Have
But
Space or
And
void—
alone,'
He
said,
Weakness shall
All might, all
Out
Then
shrank
and gave
a grave
flow'd on,
stray
to
bloom,
And
blue
'
That I will have there to embark
On
small
And I will
And wander
through the
;
you
With eyes
You sat unheeding while
we fought for you
Christian or
of
roses
flower, and
deeds
May light and life and earth and sky be blasted
But
let
not
!
I j Where sound of
waters near,
their
ships
In you
What cigarettes and wine
In faded corners of
There lies
path,
noon.
Match
not
thy
soul
They are no more than moths blown to and fro
About the tempest of the eternal Will.
Rest undismay'd in field and
forest dim
March daffodil.
old town.
From every
energy
never bides,
Eternal
strives
Because new concept emanates
Such fate
the chrism
To
prevail'd at last,
You
look at my lips, your eyes are too bold, your
smile
pace
won
run,
Every
intimate
thrill
That
cling
mystery, terror,
Still
subject
And stern I watch'd