,,narrative ,,and ,,lyric ,,poems 7,,first ,,series7 ,,for ,,use ,,in ,,the ,,lower ,,school ,,with ,,annotations ,,by ,o4 ,j4 ,,stevenson1 ,m4,a41 ,d4,,paed41 ,professor of ,english1 ,ontario ,agricultural ,college4 ,,toronto ,,the ,,copp1 ,,clark ,,company1 ,,limited ,copyright1 ,canada1 #aiab1 by ,,the ,,copp1 ,,clark ,,company1 ,,limited1 ,toronto1 ,ontario4 ,,preface ,the ,narrative and ,lyric ,poems contained in this volume are those prescribed by the ,department of ,education for examination for ,junior and ,senior ,public ,school ,diplomas1 and for the ,senior ,high ,school ,entrance1 and ,entrance into the ,model ,schools4 7,circular #eh47 ,in arranging the order of the poems1 the ,editor has taken into consideration the character of the selections with the object both of grading them in the order of increasing difficulty1 and of securing variety in the subjects treated4 ,the teacher may1 however1 follow his own judgment as to the order in which the poems should be taken up in class4 ,in the annotations the chief points of difficulty have been explained4 ,in the case of a number of the poems1 different editions of the poets' works contain different readings4 ,in such cases we have followed the readings that are best known and that have been recognized by the best authorities4 ,,contents ,the ,meeting of the ,water 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 ,moore ,jock o' ,hazeldean 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 ,scott ,horatius 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 ,macaulay ,alice ,brand 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 ,scott ,the ,solitary ,reaper 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 ,wordsworth ,the ,island of the ,scots 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 ,aytoun ,dickens in ,camp 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 ,harte ,a ,musical ,instrument 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 ,mrs4 ,browning ,gradatim 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 ,holland ,the ,battle of the ,lake ,regillus 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 ,macaulay ,the ,vision of ,sir ,launfal 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 ,lowell ,the ,builders 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 ,longfellow ,british ,freedom 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 ,wordsworth ,the ,courtship of ,miles ,standish 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 ,longfellow ,sohrab and ,rustum 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 ,arnold ,,narrative ,,and ,,lyric ,,poems ,,the ,,meeting ,,of ,,the ,,waters4 ,there is not in the wide world a valley so sweet ,as that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet6 ,oh6 the last rays of feeling and life must depart ,ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart4 ,yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene #e ,her purest of crystal and brightest of green2 ',twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill1 ,oh6 no--it was something more exquisite still4 ',twas that friends1 the beloved of my bosom1 were near1 ,who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear1 #aj ,and who felt how the best charms of nature improve1 ,when we see them reflected from looks that we love4 ,sweet vale of ,avoca6#a how calm could ,i rest ,in thy bosom of shade with the friends ,i love best1 ,where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease1 #ae ,and our hearts1 like thy waters1 be mingled in peace6 --,moore4 #a ,avoca4 ,a valley and river in the ,county of ,wicklow1 ,ireland4 ,the name signifies ,the ,meeting of the ,waters4 ,,jock ,o' ,,hazeldean4 ,why weep ye by the tide1 ladie8 ,why weep ye by the tide8 ,i'll wed ye to my youngest son1 ,and ye sall#a be his bride3 ,and ye sall be his bride1 ladie1 #e ,sae comely to be seen-- ,but aye she loot#b the tears down fa' ,for ,jock o' ,hazeldean4 ,now let this wilfu' grief be done1 ,and dry that cheek so pale2 #aj ,young ,frank is chief of ,errington1 ,and lord of ,langley-dale2 ,his step is first in peaceful ha'1 ,his sword in battle keen-- ,but aye she loot the tears down fa' #ae ,for ,jock o' ,hazeldean4 ,a chain of gold ye sall not lack1 ,nor braid to bind your hair2 ,nor mettled hound1 nor managed#c hawk1 ,nor palfrey fresh and fair2 #bj ,and you1 the foremost o' them a' ,shall ride our forest-queen-- ,but aye she loot the tears down fa' ,for ,jock o' ,hazeldean4 ,the kirk was deck'd at morning-tide1 #be ,the tapers glimmer'd fair2 ,the priest and bridegroom wait the bride1 ,and dame and knight are there4 ,they sought her baith by bower and ha'4 ,the ladie was not seen6 #cj ,she's o'er the border1 and awa' ,wi' ,jock o' ,hazeldean6 --,scott #a sall4 shall4 #b loot4 let4 #c managed4 trained4 ,,horatius4 ,a ,,lay ,,made ,,about ,,the ,,year ,,of ,,the ,,city ,,ccclx4 ,according to legend1 ,tarquinius ,superbus1 or ,tarquin the ,proud1 the last of the early kings of ,rome1 was driven out of the city1 partly on account of his own tyranny1 and partly because of the misdeeds of his son ,sextus ,tarquin4 ,the immediate cause of the expulsion of the ,tarquins was the deed of shame1 committed by ,sextus against ,lucretia1 the wife of one of the ,roman governors4 ,after two unsuccessful attempts to regain the throne1 ,tarquinius ,superbus sought the aid of the ,etruscans and ,latins1 and under the leadership of ,lars ,porsena1 the head of the ,etruscan ,league1 the combined forces marched upon ,rome4 ,it was then that the incident recorded in the story of ,horatius is supposed to have taken place4 ,after the defence of the bridge by ,horatius1 ,lars ,porsena laid siege to the city and at last reduced it to submission4 ,he did not1 however1 insist upon the reinstatement of the ,tarquins4 ,a fourth and last attempt was made by ,tarquin the ,proud to regain the throne1 by the aid of his ,latin allies1 under ,mamilius of ,tusculum4 ,the story of this expedition forms the subject of ,the ,battle of ,lake ,regulus4 ,i ,lars#a ,porsena of ,clusium#b ,by the ,nine ,gods#c he swore ,that the great house of ,tarquin ,should suffer wrong no more4 ,by the ,nine ,gods he swore it1 #e ,and named a trysting day1#d ,and bade his messengers ride forth1 ,east and west and south and north1 ,to summon his array4 ,,ii ,east and west and south and north #aj ,the messengers ride fast1 ,and tower and town and cottage ,have heard the trumpet's blast4 ,shame on the false ,etruscan1 ,who lingers in his home1 #ae ,when ,porsena of ,clusium ,is on the march to ,rome4 ,,iii ,the horsemen and the footmen ,are pouring in amain ,from many a stately market-place1 #bj ,from many a fruitful plain1 ,from many a lonely hamlet1 ,which1 hid by beech and pine1 ,like an eagle's nest1 hangs on the crest ,of purple ,apennine2 #be ,,iv ,from lordly ,volaterrae1#e ,where scowls the far-famed hold ,piled by the hands of giants ,for godlike kings of old2 ,from seagirt ,populonia1 #cj ,whose sentinels descry ,sardinia's snowy mountain-tops ,fringing the southern sky2 ,v ,from the proud mart of ,pisse1#f ,queen of the western waves1 #ce ,where ride ,massilia's triremes#g ,heavy with fair-haired slaves1 ,from where sweet ,olanis#h wanders ,through corn and vines and flowers1 ,from where ,cortona lifts to heaven #dj ,her diadem of towers4 ,,vi ,tall are the oaks whose acorns ,drop in dark ,auser's#i rill2 ,fat are the stags that champ the boughs ,of the ,ciminian hill2#aj #de ,beyond all streams ,clitumnus#aa ,is to the herdsman dear2 ,best of all pools the fowler loves ,the great ,volsinian mere4#ab ,,vii ,but now no stroke of woodman #ej ,is heard by ,auser's rill2 ,no hunter tracks the stag's green path ,up the ,ciminian hill2 ,unwatched along ,clitumnus ,grazes the milk-white steer2 #ee ,unharmed the waterfowl may dip ,in the ,volsinian mere4 ,,viii ,the harvests of ,arretium1#ac ,this year1 old men shall reap1 ,this year1 young boys in ,umbro#ad #fj ,shall plunge the struggling sheep2 ,and in the vats of ,luna1 ,this year1 the must#ae shall foam ,round the white feet of laughing girls ,whose sires have marched to ,rome4 ,,ix ,there be thirty chosen prophets1 ,the wisest of the land1 ,who alway by ,lars ,porsena ,both morn and evening stand3 ,evening and morn the ,thirty #gj ,have turned the verses o'er1 ,traced from the right#af on linen white ,by mighty seers of yore1 ,x ,and with one voice the ,thirty ,have their glad answer given3 #ge ,go forth1 go forth1 ,lars ,porsena2 ,go forth1 beloved of ,heaven3 ,go1 and return in glory ,to ,clusium's royal dome2 ,and hang round ,nurscia's#ag altars #hj ,the golden shields#ah of ,rome4 ,,xi ,and now hath every city ,sent up her tale#ai of men3 ,the foot are fourscore thousand1 ,the horse are thousands ten4 #he ,before the gates of ,sutrium#bj ,is met the great array4 ,a proud man was ,lars ,porsena ,upon the trysting day4 ,,xii ,for all the ,etruscan armies #ij ,were ranged beneath his eye ,and many a banished ,roman1 ,and many a stout ally2 ,and with a mighty following ,to join the muster came #ie ,the ,tusculan ,mamilius1#ba ,prince of the ,latian#bb name4 ,,xiii ,but by the yellow ,tiber ,was tumult and affright3 ,from all the spacious champaign #ajj ,to ,rome men took their flight4 ,a mile around the city1 ,the throng stopped up the ways2 ,a fearful sight it was to see ,through two long nights and days4 #aje ,,xiv ,for aged folks on crutches1 ,and women great with child1 ,and mothers sobbing over babes ,that clung to them and smiled1 ,and sick men borne in litters #aaj ,high on the necks of slaves1 ,and troops of sunburnt husbandmen ,with reaping-hooks and staves1 ,,xv ,and droves of mules and asses ,laden with skins of wine1 #aae ,and endless flocks of goats and sheep1 ,and endless herds of kine1 ,and endless trains of wagons ,that creaked beneath the weight ,of corn-sacks and of household goods1 #abj ,choked every roaring gate4 ,,xvi ,now1 from the rock ,tarpeian1#bc ,could the wan burghers spy ,the line of blazing villages ,red in the midnight sky4 #abe ,the ,fathers#bd of the ,city1 ,they sat all night and day1 ,for every hour some horseman came ,with tidings of dismay4 ,,xvii ,to eastward and to westward #acj ,have spread the ,tuscan bands2 ,nor house nor fence nor dovecote ,in ,crustumerium#be stands4 ,verbenna down to ,ostia#bf ,hath wasted all the plain2 #ace ,astur hath stormed ,janiculum1#bg ,and the stout guards are slain4 ,,xviii ,i wis1#bh in all the ,senate1 ,there was no heart so bold1 ,but sore it ached1 and fast it beat2 #adj ,when that ill news was told4 ,forthwith up rose the ,consul1 ,up rose the ,fathers all2 ,in haste they girded up their gowns1 ,and hied them to the wall4 #ade ,,xix ,they held a council standing ,before the ,river-,gate#cj2 ,short time was there1 ye well may guess1 ,for musing or debate4 ,out spake the ,consul roundly3 #aej ,the bridge#ca must straight go down2 ,for1 since ,janiculum is lost1 ,naught else can save the town4 ,,xx ,just then a scout came flying1 ,all wild with haste and fear2 #aee ,to arms6 to arms6 ,sir ,consul3 ,lars ,porsena is here4 ,on the low hills to westward ,the ,consul fixed his eye1 ,and saw the swarthy storm of dust #afj ,rise fast along the sky4 ,,xxi ,and nearer fast and nearer ,doth the red whirlwind come2 ,and louder still and still more loud1 ,from underneath that rolling cloud1 #afe ,is heard the trumpet's war-note proud1 ,the trampling1 and the hum4 ,and plainly and more plainly ,now through the gloom appears1 ,far to left and far to right1 #agj ,in broken gleams of dark-blue light1 ,the long array of helmets bright1 ,the long array of spears4 ,,xxii ,and plainly1 and more plainly ,above that glimmering line1 #age ,now might ye see the banners ,of twelve fair cities#cb shine2 ,but the banner of proud ,clusium ,was highest of them all1 ,the terror of the ,umbrian1#cc #ahj ,the terror of the ,gaul4#cd ,,xxiii ,and plainly and more plainly ,now might the burghers know1 ,by port and vest1#ce by horse and crest1 ,each warlike ,lucumo4#cf #ahe ,there ,cilnius of ,arretium ,on his fleet roan#cg was seen2 ,and ,astur of the fourfold shield1#ch ,girt with the brand none else may wield2 ,tolumnius with the belt of gold1 #aij ,and dark ,verbenna from the hold ,by reedy ,thrasymene4#ci ,,xxiv ,fast by the royal standard1 ,o'erlooking all the war1 ,lars ,porsena of ,clusium #aie ,sat in his ivory car4 ,by the right wheel rode ,mamilius1 ,prince of the ,latian name2 ,and by the left false ,sextus1 ,that wrought the deed of shame4 #bjj ,,xxv ,but when the face of ,sextus ,was seen among the foes1 ,a yell that rent the firmament ,from all the town arose4 ,on the house-tops was no woman #bje ,but spat towards him and hissed1 ,no child but screamed out curses1 ,and shook its little fist4 ,,xxvi ,but the ,consul's brow was sad1 ,and the ,consul's speech was low4 #baj ,and darkly looked he at the wall1 ,and darkly at the foe4 ,their van will be upon us ,before the bridge goes down2 ,and if they once may win the bridge1 #bae ,what hope to save the town8 ,,xxvii ,then out spake brave ,horatius1 ,the ,captain of the ,gate3 ,to every man upon this earth ,death cometh soon or late1 #bbj ,and how can man die better ,than facing fearful odds1 ,for the ashes of his fathers1 ,and the temples of his ,gods1 ,,xxviii ,and for the tender mother #bbe ,who dandled him to rest1 ,and for the wife that nurses ,his baby at her breast1 ,and for the holy maidens#dj ,who feed the eternal flame1 #bcj ,to save them from false ,sextus ,that wrought the deed of shame8 ,,xxix ,hew down the bridge1 ,sir ,consul1 ,with all the speed ye may1 ,i1 with two more to help me1 #bce ,will hold the foe in play4 ,in yon strait path a thousand ,may well be stopped by three4 ,now who will stand on either hand1 ,and keep the bridge with me8 #bdj ,,xxx ,then out spake ,spurius ,lartius2 ,a ,ramnian#da proud was he3 ,lo1 ,i will stand at thy right hand1 ,and keep the bridge with thee4 ,and out spake strong ,herminius2 #bde ,of ,titian blood was he3 ,i will abide on thy left side1 ,and keep the bridge with thee4 ,,xxxi ,horatius1 quoth the ,consul1 ,as thou sayest1 so let it be1 #bej ,and straight against that great array ,forth went the dauntless ,three4 ,for ,romans in ,rome's quarrel ,spared neither land nor gold1 ,nor son nor wife1 nor limb nor life1 #bee ,in the brave days of old4#db ,,xxxii ,then none was for a party2 ,then all were for the state2 ,then the great man helped the poor4 ,and the poor man loved the great1 #bfj ,then lands were fairly portioned1 ,then spoils were fairly sold3#dc ,the ,romans were like brothers ,in the brave days of old4 ,,xxxiii ,now ,roman is to ,roman #bfe ,more hateful than a foe1 ,and the ,tribunes#dd beard#de the high1 ,and the ,fathers grind the low4 ,as we wax hot in faction1 ,in battle we wax cold3 #bgj ,wherefore men fight not as they fought ,in the brave days of old4 ,,xxxiv ,now while the ,three were tightening ,their harness#df on their backs1 ,the ,consul was the foremost man #bge ,to take in hand an axe3 ,and ,fathers mixed with ,commons ,seized hatchet1 bar1 and crow1 ,and smote upon the planks above1 ,and loosed the props below4 #bhj ,,xxxv ,meanwhile the ,tuscan army1 ,right glorious to behold1 ,came flashing back the noonday light1 ,rank behind rank1 like surges bright ,of a broad sea of gold4 #bhe ,four hundred trumpets sounded ,a peal of warlike glee1 ,as that great host1 with measured tread1 ,and spears advanced1 and ensigns spread1 ,rolled slowly towards the bridge's head1 #bij ,where stood the dauntless ,three4 ,,xxxvi ,the ,three stood calm and silent1 ,and looked upon the foes1 ,and a great shout of laughter ,from all the vanguard rose2 #bie ,and forth three chiefs came spurring ,before that deep array2 ,to earth they sprang1 their swords they drew1 ,and lifted high their shields1 and flew ,to win the narrow way2 #cjj ,,xxxvii ,aunus from green ,tifernum1#dg ,lord of the ,hill of ,vines2 ,and ,seius1 whose eight hundred slaves ,sicken in ,ilva's#dh mines2 ,and ,picus1 long to ,clusium #cje ,vassal in peace and war1 ,who led to fight his ,umbrian powers ,from that gray crag where1 girt with towers1 ,the fortress of ,nequinum#di lowers ,o'er the pale waves of ,nar4 #caj ,,xxxviii ,stout ,lartius hurled down ,aunus ,into the stream beneath3 ,herminius struck at ,seius1 ,and clove him to the teeth3 ,at ,picus brave ,horatius #cae ,darted one fiery thrust2 ,and the proud ,umbrian's gilded arms ,clashed in the bloody dust4 ,,xxxix ,then ,ocnus of ,palerii#ej ,rushed on the ,roman ,three2 #cbj ,and ,lausulus of ,urgo1#ea ,the rover of the sea2#eb ,and ,aruns of ,volsinium1 ,who slew the great wild boar1 ,the great wild boar that had his den #cbe ,amidst the reeds of ,cosa's#ec fen ,and wasted fields1 and slaughtered men1 ,along ,albinia's#ed shore4 ,,xl ,herminius smote down ,aruns3 ,lartius laid ,ocnus low3 #ccj ,right to the heart of ,lausulus ,horatius sent a blow4 ,lie there1 he cried1 fell pirate6 ,no more1 aghast and pale1 ,from ,ostia's walls the crowd shall mark #cce ,the track of thy destroying bark4 ,no more ,campania's#ee hinds#ef shall fly ,to woods and caverns when they spy ,thy thrice accursed sail4 ,,xli ,but now no sound of laughter #cdj ,was heard among the foes4 ,a wild and wrathful clamor ,from all the vanguard rose4 ,six spears' lengths from the entrance ,halted that deep array1 #cde ,and for a space no man came forth ,to win the narrow way4 ,,xlii ,but hark6 the cry is ,astur3 ,and lo6 the ranks divide2 ,and the great ,lord of ,luna ,comes with his stately stride4 #cej ,upon his ample shoulders ,clangs loud the fourfold shield1 ,and in his hand he shakes the brand ,which none but he can wield4 #cee ,,xliii ,he smiled on those bold ,romans ,a smile serene and high2 ,he eyed the flinching ,tuscans1 ,and scorn was in his eye4 ,quoth he1 ,the she-wolf's litter#eg #cfj ,stand savagely at bay3 ,but will ye dare to follow1 ,if ,astur clears the way8 ,,xliv ,then1 whirling up his broadsword ,with both hands to the height1 #cfe ,he rushed against ,horatius1 ,and smote with all his might4 ,with shield and blade ,horatius1 ,right deftly turned the blow4 ,the blow1 though turned1 came yet too nigh3 #cgj ,it missed his helm1 but gashed his thigh3 ,the ,tuscans raised a joyful cry ,to see the red blood flow4 ,,xlv ,he reeled1 and on ,herminius ,he leaned one breathing-space2 #cge ,then1 like a wild-cat mad with wounds1 ,sprang right at ,astur's face4 ,through teeth1 and skull1 and helmet ,so fierce a thrust he sped ,the good sword stood a hand-breadth out #chj ,behind the ,tuscan's head4 ,,xlvi ,and the great ,lord of ,luna ,fell at that deadly stroke1 ,as falls on ,mount ,alvernus ,a thunder-smitten oak4 #che ,far o'er the crashing forest ,the giant arms lie spread2 ,and the pale augurs1 muttering low1 ,gaze on the blasted head4 ,,xlvii ,on ,astur's throat ,horatius #cij ,right firmly pressed his heel2 ,and thrice and four times tugged amain1 ,ere be wrenched out the steel4 ,and see1 he cried1 the welcome1 ,fair guests1 that waits you here6 #cie ,what noble ,lucumo comes next ,to taste our ,roman cheer8 ,,xlvi ,but at his haughty challenge ,a sullen murmur ran1 ,mingled of wrath1 and shame1 and dread1 #djj ,along that glittering van4 ,there lacked not men of prowess1 ,nor men of lordly race1 ,for all ,etruria's noblest ,were round the fatal place4 #dje ,,xlix ,but all ,etruria's noblest ,felt their hearts sink to see ,on the earth the bloody corpses1 ,in the path the dauntless ,three3 ,and from the ghastly entrance #daj ,where those bold ,romans stood1 ,all shrank1 like boys who unaware1 ,ranging the woods to start a hare1 ,come to the mouth of the dark lair1 ,where1 growling low1 a fierce old bear #dae ,lies amidst bones and blood4 ,l ,was none who would be foremost ,to lead such dire attack2 ,but those behind cried1 ,forward6 ,and those before cried1 ,back6 #dbj ,and backward now and forward ,wavers the deep array2 ,and on the tossing sea of steel1 ,to and fro the standards reel2 ,and the victorious trumpet-peal #dbe ,dies fitfully away4 ,,li ,yet one man for one moment ,stood out before the crowd2 ,well known was he to all the ,three1 ,and they gave him greeting loud4 #dcj ,now welcome1 welcome1 ,sextus6 ,now welcome to thy home6 ,why dost thou stay1 and turn away8 ,here lies the road to ,rome4 ,,lii ,thrice looked he at the city2 #dce ,thrice looked he at the dead ,and thrice came on in fury1 ,and thrice turned back in dread3 ,and1 white with fear and hatred1 ,scowled at the narrow way #ddj ,where1 wallowing in a pool of blood1 ,the bravest ,tuscans lay4 ,,liii ,but meanwhile axe and lever ,have manfully been plied2 ,and now the bridge hangs tottering #dde ,above the boiling tide4 ,come back1 come back1 ,horatius6 ,loud cried the ,fathers all4 ,back1 ,lartius6 back1 ,herminius6 ,back1 ere the ruin fall6 #dej ,,liv ,back darted ,spurius ,lartius1 ,herminius darted back3 ,and1 as they passed1 beneath their feet ,they felt the timbers crack4 ,but when they turned their faces1 #dee ,and on the farther shore ,saw brave ,horatius stand alone1 ,they would have crossed once more4 ,,lv ,but with a crash like thunder ,fell every loosened beam1 #dfj ,and1 like a dam1 the mighty wreck ,lay right athwart the stream2 ,and a long shout of triumph ,rose from the walls of ,rome1 ,as to the highest turret-tops #dfe ,was splashed the yellow foam4 ,,lvi ,and like a horse unbroken ,when first he feels the rein1 ,the furious river struggled hard1 ,and tossed his tawny mane1 #dgj ,and burst the curb1 and bounded1 ,rejoicing to be free1 ,and whirling down1 in fierce career1 ,battlement1 and plank1 and pier1 ,rushed headlong to the sea4 #dge ,,lvii ,alone stood brave ,horatius1 ,but constant still in mind2 ,thrice thirty thousand foes before1 ,and the broad flood behind4 ,down with him6 cried false ,sextus1 #dhj ,with a smile on his pale face4 ,now yield thee1 cried ,lars ,porsena1 ,now yield thee to our grace4 ,,lviii ,round turned he1 as not deigning ,those craven ranks to see2 #dhe ,nought spake he to ,lars ,porsena1 ,to ,sextus nought spake he2 ,but he saw on ,palatinus#eh ,the white porch of his home2 ,and he spake to the noble river #dij ,that rolls by the towers of ,rome4 ,,lix ,oh1 ,tiber6 father ,tiber6 ,to whom the ,romans pray1 ,a ,roman's life1 a ,roman's arms1 ,take thou in charge this day4 #die ,so he spake1 and speaking sheathed ,the good sword by his side1 ,and with his harness on his back1 ,plunged headlong in the tide4 ,,lx ,no sound of joy or sorrow #ejj ,was heard from either bank2 ,but friends and foes1 in dumb surprise1 ,with parted lips and straining eyes1 ,stood gazing where he sank2 ,and when above the surges #eje ,they saw his crest appear1 ,all ,rome sent forth a rapturous cry1 ,and even the ranks of ,tuscany ,could scarce forbear to cheer4 ,,lxi ,but fiercely ran the current1 #eaj ,swollen high by months of rain3 ,and fast his blood was flowing1 ,and he was sore in pain1 ,and heavy with his armor1 ,and spent with changing#ei blows3 #eae ,and oft they thought him sinking1 ,but still again he rose4 ,,lxii ,never1 ,i ween1#hj did swimmer1 ,in such an evil case1 ,struggle through such a raging flood #ebj ,safe to the landing-place3 ,but his limbs were borne up bravely ,by the brave heart within1 ,and our good father ,tiber ,bore bravely up his chin4 #ebe ,,lxiii ,curse on him6 quoth false ,sextus1 ,will not the villain drown8 ,but for this stay1 ere close of day ,we should have sacked the town6 ,heaven help him6 quoth ,lars ,porsena1 #ecj ,and bring him safe to shore2 ,for such a gallant feat of arms ,was never seen before4 ,,lxi ,and now he feels the bottom2 ,now on dry earth he stands2 #ece ,now round him throng the ,fathers ,to press his gory hands2 ,and now1 with shouts and clapping1 ,and noise of weeping loud1 ,he enters through the ,river-,gate1 #edj ,borne by the joyous crowd4 ,,lxv ,they gave him of the corn-land1 ,that was of public right1#ha ,as much as two strong oxen ,could plough from morn till night2 #ede ,and they made a molten image1 ,and set it up on high1 ,and there it stands unto this1 day1 ,to witness if ,i lie4 ,,lxvi ,it stands in the ,comitium1#fb #ede ,plain for all folk to see2 ,horatius in his harness1 ,halting upon one knee3 ,and underneath is written1 ,in letters all of gold1 #eej ,how valiantly he kept the bridge1 ,in the brave days of old4 ,,lxvii ,and still his name sounds stirring ,unto the men of ,rome1 ,as the trumpet-blast that cries to them #efj ,to charge the ,volscian home1#fc ,and wives still pray to ,juno#fd ,for boys with hearts as bold ,as his who kept the bridge so well1 ,in the brave days of old4 #efe ,,lxviii ,and in the nights of winter1 ,when the cold north winds blow1 ,and the long howling of the wolves ,is heard amidst the snow2 ,when round the lonely cottage #egj ,roars loud the tempest's din1 ,and the good logs of ,algidus#fe ,roar louder yet within2 ,,lxix ,when the oldest cask is opened1 ,and the largest lamp is lit #ege ,when the chestnuts glow in the embers1 ,and the kid turns on the spit2 ,when young and old in circle ,around the firebrands close2 ,when the girls are weaving baskets1 #ehj ,and the lads are shaping bows2 ,,lxx ,when the goodman mends his armor1 ,and trims his helmet's plume2 ,when the good wife's shuttle merrily ,goes flashing through the loom3 #ehe ,with weeping and with laughter ,still is the story told1 ,how well ,horatius kept the bridge ,in the brave days of old4 --,macaulay #a ,lars4 ,lord or ,chieftain4 #b ,clusium4 ,the modern ,chiusi4 #c ,nine ,gods4 ,the chief ,gods of the ,etruscans were nine in number4 #d trysting day4 ,a day appointed for meeting4 #e ,volaterrae4 ,the modern ,volterra4 ,the walls of the ancient fortress were built of enormous blocks of stone fitted together without cement4 #f ,pisse4 ,pisa #g ,massilia4 ,the modern ,marseilles1 originally a ,greek colony and a flourishing commercial centre4 triremes4 ,vessels with three banks of oars on each side4 fair-haired slaves4 ,slaves from ,gaul4 #h ,clanis4 ,the modern river ,chiana4 #i ,auser4 ,a tributary of the ,anio4 #aj ,ciminian hill4 ,a lofty mountain in the northern ,apennines4 #aa ,clitumnus4 ,the river ,clitumno4 #ab ,volsinian mere4 ,a lake which took its name from the town of ,volsinii 7modern ,bolsena7 situated on its banks4 #ac ,arretium4 ,arezzo4 #ad ,umbro4 ,a river in ,etruria1--the modern ,ombrone4 #ae must4 new wine4 #af ,written from right to left4 #ag ,nurscia4 ,the ,etruscan goddess of fortune4 #ah golden shields4 ,twelve golden shields kept in the temple of ,vesta1 and believed by the ,romans to be bound up with the safety of their city4 ,see notes on pp4 #fh and #ga4 #ai tale4 7,a4 ,s4 talian1 to reckon47 number4 #bj ,sutrium4 ,sutri1 a city about thirty miles from ,rome4 #ba ,tusculan ,mamilius4 ,tusculum is the modern ,frascati1 a city about twelve miles from ,rome4 ,mamilius was the son-in-law of ,tarquin4 #bb ,latium was a province in central ,italy1 inhabited by the ,latins4 ,it was conquered by ,rome in the fourth century ,b4,c4 #bc ,tarpeian4 ,the ,tarpeian ,rock was a cliff on one side of the ,capitoline ,hill in ,rome4 ,tarpeia1 from whom the cliff took its name1 was the daughter of ,tarpeius1 the governor of the citadel1 on this hill4 ,she betrayed the fortress to the ,sabines1 but as they entered1 they threw their shields upon her and she was crushed to death4 #bd ,fathers of the ,city4 ,the senators4 #be ,crustumerium4 ,a ,latin city a few miles from ,rome4 #bf ,ostia4 ,a city at the mouth of the ,tiber1 fifteen miles from ,rome4 #bg ,janiculum4 ,a hill on the right bank of the ,tiber4 #bh ,i wis4 ,see ,h4 ,s4 ,grammar1 p4 #agf4 #bi ,consul4 ,after the expulsion of the ,tarquin kings1 ,rome was governed by two chief magistrates1 known as consuls4 #cj the ,river-,gate4 ,the gate facing the ,janiculum hill4 #ca bridge4 ,the ,sublician bridge1 which connected ,rome with ,janiculum4 #cb twelve fair cities4 ,the ,etruscan confederacy was composed of twelve cities4 #cc ,umbrian4 ,umbria was a division of ,italy4 #cd the ,gaul4 ,the ,gauls were beginning to invade ,italy from the north4 #ce port and vest4 ,bearing and dress4 #cf ,lucumo4 ,etruscan chief4 #cg roan4 ,a roan horse is of a reddish colour1 with white hairs thickly interspersed4 #ch fourfold4 ,with four thicknesses of leather4 #ci ,thrasymene4 ,lake ,trasimenus 7modern ,lake of ,perugia74 ,it is only about twenty feet deep4 #dj holy maidens4 ,the vestal virgins1 whose duty it was to keep the fire burning on the altar in the temple of ,vesta4 ,vesta was the goddess of the home1 and the vestal virgins were bound by oath never to marry4 #da ,ramnian4 ,the ,ramnes were one of the three tribes of which the ,roman people were mainly comprised2 the ,tities were a second of these tribes2 ,horatius himself belonged to the ,luceres1 the third tribe1 so that in the defence of the bridge all three tribes were represented4 #db ,the story is supposed to be told by one of the plebeians1 or common people in ,rome1 about #abj years after the event took place4 #dc ,the speaker voices the grievances of the ,plebeians against the ,patricians4 #dd ,tribunes4 ,the officers appointed to defend the rights of the ,plebeians against the encroachments of the ,patricians4 #de beard4 openly defy4 #df harness4 armour4 #dg ,tifernum4 ,a town on the river ,tiber4 #dh ,ilva4 ,elba1 an island in the ,mediterranean1 on the coast of ,italy4 #di ,nequinum4 ,narni1 on the ,nar1 which is a tributary of the ,tiber4 #ej ,falerii4 ,one of the twelve ,etruscan cities4 #ea ,urgo4 ,an island in the ,mediterranean4 #eb rover of the sea4 pirate4 #ec ,cosa4 ,a town on the sea-coast4 #ed ,albinia4 ,a river in ,etruria4 #ee ,campania4 ,a district along the sea-coast4 #ef hinds4 peasants4 #eg ,the she-wolf's litter4 ,a reference to the legend1 of ,romulus and ,remus1 the mythical founders of ,rome1 who were said to have been suckled by a she-wolf4 #eh ,palatinus4 ,the ,palatine ,hill1 one of the seven hills of ,rome4 #ei changing4 exchanging4 #fj ween4 think1 fancy4 #fa of public right4 ,belonging to the state4 #fb ,comitium4 ,that part of the ,roman forum1 or public square1 where the ,patricians were accustomed to meet4 #fc ,to charge the ,volscian home4 ,the ,volsciana lived in the southern part of ,latium4 ,they were constantly at war with the ,romans4 ,home is here an adverb strengthening the meaning of charge4 #fd ,juno4 ,wife of ,jupiter1 and queen of heaven4 #fe ,algidus4 ,a hill about twelve miles from ,rome4 ,,alice ,,brand4 ,merry it is in the good greenwood1 ,when the mavis and merle#a are singing1 ,when the deer sweeps by and the hounds are in cry1 ,and the hunter's horn is ringing4 ,o ,alice ,brand1 my native land #e ,is lost for love of you2 ,and we must hold by wood and wold1#b ,as outlaws wont to do4 ,o ,alice1 'twas all for thy locks so bright1 ,and 'twas all for thine eyes so blue1 #aj ,that on the night of our luckless flight ,thy brother bold ,i slew4 ,now must ,i teach to hew the beech ,the hand that held the glaive1#c ,for leaves to spread our lowly bed1 #ae ,and stakes to fence our cave4 ,and for vest of pall1#d thy fingers small1 ,that wont on harp to stray1 ,a cloak must shear from the slaughtered deer1 ,to keep the cold away4 #bj ,o ,richard6 if my brother died1 ,twas but a fatal chance2 ,for darkling#e was the battle tried1 ,and fortune sped the lance4 ,if pall and vair#f no more ,i wear1 #be ,nor thou the crimson sheen1 ,as warm1 we 'll say1 is the russet gray1 ,as gay the forest-green4 ,and1 ,richard1 if our lot be hard1 ,and lost thy native land1 #cj ,still ,alice has her own ,richard1 ,and he his ,alice ,brand4 ',t is merry1 't is merry1 in good greenwood ,so blithe ,lady ,alice is singing2 ,on the beech's pride1 and oak's brown side1 #ce ,lord ,richard's axe is ringing4 ,up spoke the moody ,elfin ,king1#g ,who woned#h within the hill1-- ,like wind in the porch of a ruined church1 ,his voice was ghostly shrill4 #dj ,why sounds yon stroke on beech and oak1 ,our moonlight circle's#i screen8 ,or who comes here to chase the deer1 ,beloved of our ,elfin ,queen8 ,or who may dare on wold to wear #de ,the fairies' fatal green8#aj ,up1 ,urgan1 up6 to yon mortal hie1 ,for thou wert christened#aa man2 ,for cross or sign thou wilt not fly1 ,for muttered word or ban4#ab #ej ,lay on him the curse of the withered heart1 ,the curse of the sleepless eye ,till he wish and pray that his life would part1 ,nor yet find leave to die4 ,tis merry1 'tis merry1 in good greenwood #ee ,though the birds have stilled their singing1 ,the evening blaze doth ,alice raise1 ,and ,richard is fagots bringing4 ,up ,urgan starts1 that hideous dwarf1 ,before ,lord ,richard stands1 #fj ,and1 as he crossed and blessed himself1 ,i fear not sign1 quoth the grisly#ac elf1 ,that is made with bloody hands4 ,but out then spoke she1 ,alice ,brand1 ,that woman void of fear1-- #fe ,and if there's blood upon his hand1 ',tis but the blood of deer4 ,now loud thou liest1 thou bold of mood6 ,it cleaves unto his hand1 ,the stain of thine own kindly blood1#ad #gj ,the blood of ,ethert ,brand4 ,then forward stepped she1 ,alice ,brand1 ,and made the holy sign1-- ,and if there's blood on ,richard's hand1 ,a spotless hand is mine4 #ge ,and ,i conjure#ae thee1 demon elf1 ,by ,him whom demons fear1 ,to show us whence thou art thyself1 ,and what thine errand here8 ',tis merry1 'tis merry1 in ,fairy-land1 #hj ,when fairy birds are singing1 ,when the court doth ride by their monarch's side1 ,with bit and bridle ringing3 ,and gayly shines the ,fairy-land-- ,but all is glistening show #he ,like the idle gleam that ,december's beam ,can dart on ice and snow4 ,and fading1 like that varied gleam1 ,is our inconstant shape1 ,who now like knight and lady seem1 #ij ,and now like dwarf and ape4 ,it was between the night and day1 ,when the ,fairy ,king has power1 ,that ,i sunk down in a sinful fray1 ,and 'twixt life and death was snatched away #ie ,to the joyless ,elfin bower4 ,but wist#af ,i of a woman bold1 ,who thrice my brow durst sign1#ag ,i might regain my mortal mould1 ,as fair a form as thine4 #ajj ,she crossed him once--she crossed him twice--- ,that lady was so brave2 ,the fouler grew his goblin hue1 ,the darker grew the cave4 ,she crossed him thrice1 that lady bold1 #aje ,he rose beneath her hand1 ,the fairest knight on ,scottish mould1 ,her brother1 ,ethert ,brand6 ,merry it is in good greenwood1 ,when the mavis and merle are singing1 #aaj ,but merrier were they in ,dunfermline#ah gray1 ,when all the bells were ringing4 --,scott #a mavis and merle4 thrush and blackbird4 #b wold4 hilly1 open country4 #c glaive4 sword4 #d pall4 ,a rich cloth from which mantles of noblemen were made4 #e darkling4 ,in the dark4 #f vair4 ,the fur of the squirrel4 #g ,elfin ,king4 ,king of the fairies4 #h woned4 dwelt4 #i circle4 dance4 #aj fairies' fatal green4 ,the dress of the fairies was green and they were angered when mortals dared to wear garments of that colour4 #aa christened4 ,those who had been baptized were1 according to mediaeval belief1 supposed to enjoy special advantages or privileges4 #ab ban4 curse4 #ac grisly4 horrible2 hideous4 #ad kindly blood4 ,the blood of your kindred4 #ae conjure4 ,call upon by oath4 ,distinguished from conjure1 meaning to influence by magic4 #af wist4 ,see ,high ,school ,grammar1 p4 #agf4 #ag sign4 ,make the sign of the cross upon ray brow4 #ah ,dunfermline4 ,a town1 about twenty miles from ,edinburgh4 ,,the ,,solitary ,,reaper4 ,behold her1 single in the field1 ,yon solitary ,highland lass6 ,reaping and singing by herself1 ,stop here1 or gently pass6 ,alone she cuts and binds the grain #e ,and sings a melancholy strain4 ,oh1 listen6 for the vale profound ,is overflowing with the sound4 ,no nightingale did ever chant ,so sweetly to reposing bands #aj ,of travellers in some shady haunt ,among ,arabian sands3 ,no sweeter voice was ever heard ,in spring time from the cuckoo-bird ,breaking the silence of the seas #ae ,among the farthest ,hebrides4 ,will no one tell me what she sings8 ,perhaps the plaintive numbers now ,for old1 unhappy1 far-off things1 ,and battles long ago4 #bj ,or is it some more humble lay1 ,familiar matter of to-day8 ,some natural sorrow1 loss1 or pain1 ,that has been1 and may be again8 ,whate'er the theme1 the maiden sang #be ,as if her song could have no ending2 ,i saw her singing at her work1 ,and o'er the sickle bending2-- ,i listen'd motionless and still2 ,and1 as ,i mounted up the hill1 #cj ,the music in my heart ,i bore1 ,long after it was heard no more4 --,wordsworth4 ,,the ,,island ,,of ,,the ,,scots4 ,the ,rhine is running deep and red1 the island lies before1-- ,now is there one of all the host will dare to venture o'er8 ,for not alone the river's sweep might make a brave man quail2 ,the foe are on the further side1 their shot comes fast as hail4 ,god help us1 if the middle isle we may not hope to win2 #e ,now is there any of the host will dare to venture in8 ,the ford is deep1 the banks are steep1 the island-shore lies wide2 ,nor man nor horse could stem its force1 or reach the further side4 ,see there6 amidst the willow-boughs the serried#a bayonets gleam1 ,they've flung their bridge1--they've won the isle2 the foe have cross'd the stream6 #aj ,their volley flashes sharp and strong1--by all the saints6 ,i trow ,there never yet was soldier born could force that passage now6 ,so spoke the bold ,french ,mareschal#b with him who led the van1 ,whilst1 rough and red before their view the turbid river ran4 ,nor bridge nor boat had they to cross the wild and swollen ,rhine1 #ae ,and thundering on the other bank far stretch'd the ,german line4 ,hard by there stood a swarthy man1 was leaning on his sword1 ,and a sadden'd smile lit up his face as he heard the ,captain's word4 ,i've seen a wilder stream ere now than that which rushes there2 ,i've stemm'd a heavier torrent yet and never thought to dare4 #bj ,if ,german steel be sharp and keen1 is ours not strong and true8 ,there may be danger in the deed1 but there is honour too4 ,the old lord in his saddle turn'd1 and hastily he said1 ,hath bold ,duguesclin's#c fiery heart awaken'd from the dead8 ,thou art the leader of the ,scots1--now well and sure ,i know1 #be ,that gentle blood in dangerous hour ne'er yet ran cold nor slow2 ,and ,i have seen ye in the fight do all that mortal may3 ,if honour is the boon ye seek1 it may be won this day1-- ,the prize is in the middle isle1 there lies the adventurous way1 ,and armies twain are on the plain1 the daring deed to see1-- #cj ,now ask thy gallant company if they will follow thee6 ,right gladsome look'd the ,captain then1 and nothing did he say1 ,but he turn'd him to his little band1 ,o1 few1 ,i ween1 were they6 ,the relics of the bravest force that ever fought in fray4 ,no one of all that company but bore a gentle name1 #ce ,not one whose fathers had not stood in ,scotland's fields of fame4 ,all they had march'd with great ,dundee#d to where he fought and fell1 ,and in the deadly battle-strife had venged their leader well2 ,and they had bent the knee to earth when every eye was dim1 ,as o'er their hero's buried corpse they sang the funeral hymn2 #dj ,and they had trod the ,pass#e once more1 and stoop'd on either side4 ,to pluck the heather from the spot where he had dropp'd and died1 ,and they had bound it next their hearts1 and ta'en a last farewell ,of ,scottish earth and ,scottish sky1 where ,scotland's glory fell4 ,then went they forth to foreign lands like bent and broken men1 #de ,who leave their dearest hope behind1 and may not turn again4 ,the stream1 he said1 is broad and deep1 and stubborn is the foe1-- ,yon island-strength is guarded well1--say1 brothers1 will ye go8 ,from home and kin for many a year our steps have wander'd wide1 ,and never may our bones be laid our fathers' graves beside4 #ej ,no children have we to lament1 no wives to wail our fall2 ,the traitor's and the spoiler's hand have reft our hearths of all4 ,but we have hearts1 and we have arms1 as strong to will and dare ,as when our ancient banners flew within the northern air4 ,come1 brothers6 let me name a spell1 shall rouse your souls again1 #ee ,and send the old blood bounding free through pulse and heart and vein4 ,call back the days of bygone years1--be young and strong once more2 ,think yonder stream1 so stark and red1 is one we've cross'd before4 ,rise1 hill and glen6 rise1 crag and wood6 rise up on either hand1-- ,again upon the ,garry's#f banks1 on ,scottish soil we stand6 #fj ,again ,i see the tartans#g wave1 again the trumpets ring2 ,again ,i hear our leader's call2 ',upon them for the ,king6' ,stay'd we behind that glorious day for roaring flood or linn8#h ,the soul of ,graeme is with us still1--now1 brothers1 will ye in8 ,no stay1--no pause4 ,with one accord1 they grasp'd each other's hand1 #fe ,then plunged into the angry flood1 that bold and dauntless band4 ,high flew the spray above their heads1 yet onward still they bore1 ,midst cheer1 and shout1 and answering yell1 and shot1 and cannon-roar1-- ,now1 by the ,holy ,cross6 ,i swear1 since earth and sea began1 ,was never such a daring deed essay'd by mortal man6 #gj ,thick blew the smoke across the stream1 and faster flash'd the flame3 ,the water plash'd in hissing jets as ball and bullet came4 ,yet onward push'd the ,cavaliers all stern and undismay'd1 ,with thousand armed foes before1 and none behind to aid4 ,once1 as they near'd the middle stream1 so strong the torrent swept1 #ge ,that scarce that long and living wall their dangerous footing kept4 ,then rose a warning cry behind1 a joyous shout before3 ,the current's strong1--the way is long1--they'll never reach the shore6 ,see1 see6 they stagger in the midst1 they waver in their line6 ,fire on the madmen6 break their ranks1 and whelm them in the ,rhine6 #hj ,have you seen the tall trees swaying when the blast is sounding shrill1 ,and the whirlwind reels in fury down the gorges to the hill8 ,how they toss their mighty branches1 struggling with the temper's shock2 ,how they keep their place of vantage1 cleaving firmly to the rock8 ,even so the ,scottish warriors held their own against the river4 #he ,though the water flashed around them1 not an eye was seen to quiver2 ,though the shot flew sharp and deadly1 not a man relax'd his hold2 ,for their hearts were big and thrilling with the mighty thoughts of old4 ,one word was spoken among them1 and through the ranks it spread1-- ,remember our dead ,claverhouse6 was all the ,captain said4 #ij ,then1 sternly bending forward1 they wrestled on a while1 ,until they clear'd the heavy stream1 then rush'd toward the isle4 ,the ,german heart is stout and true1 the ,german arm is strong2 ,the ,german foot goes seldom back where armed foemen throng4 ,but never bad they faced in field so stern a charge before1 #ie ,and never had they felt the sweep of ,scotland's broad claymore4#i ,not fiercer pours the avalanche adown the steep incline1 ,that rises o'er the parent springs of rough and rapid ,rhine1-- ,scarce swifter shoots the bolt from heaven1 than came the ,scottish band ,right up against the guarded trench1 and o'er it1 sword in hand4 #ajj ,in vain their leaders forward press1--they meet the deadly brand6 ,o lonely island of the ,rhine1--,where seed was never sown1 ,what harvest lay upon thy sands1 by those strong reapers thrown8 ,what saw the winter moon that night1 as1 struggling through the rain1 ,she pour'd a wan and fitful light on marsh1 and stream1 and plain8 #aje ,a dreary spot with corpses strewn1 and bayonets glistening round2 ,a broken bridge1 a stranded boat1 a bare and batter'd mound2 ,and one huge watch-fire's kindled pile1 that sent its quivering glare ,to tell the leaders of the host the conquering ,scots were there4 ,and did they twine the laurel-wreath1#aj for those who fought so well #aaj ,and did they honour those who liv'd1 and weep for those who fell8 ,what meed of thanks was given to them let aged annals tell4 ,why should they bring the laurel-wreath1--why crown the cup with wine8 ,it was not ,frenchmen's blood that flow'd so freely on the ,rhine1-- ,a stranger band of beggar'd men had done the venturous deed2 #aae ,the glory was to ,france alone1 the danger was their meed1 ,and what cared they for idle thanks from foreign prince and peer8 ,what virtue had such honey'd words the exiled heart to cheer8 ,what matter'd it that men should vaunt1 and loud and fondly swear ,that higher feat of chivalry was never wrought elsewhere8 #abj ,they bore within their breast the grief that fame can never heal1-- ,the deep1 unutterable woe which none save exiles feel4 ,their hearts were yearning for the land they ne'er might see again1-- ,for ,scotland's high and heather'd hills1 for mountains1 loch and glen-- ,for those who haply lay at rest beyond the distant sea1 #abe ,beneath the green and daisied turf where they would gladly be6 ,long years went by4 ,the lonely isle in ,rhine's tempestuous flood ,has ta'en another name from those who bought it with their blood3 ,and1 though the legend does not live1--for legends lightly die-- ,the peasant1 as he sees the stream in winter rolling by1 #acj ,and foaming o'er its channel-bed between him and the spot ,won by the warriors of the sword1 still calls that deep and dangerous ford ,the ,passage of the ,scot4 --,aytoun4 #a serried4 crowded4 #b ,mareschal4 ,marshal1 an officer of the highest rank in the ,french army4 #c ,duguesclin4 ,a noted ,french commander1 famous for his campaigns against the ,english in the #adth century4 #d ,dundee4 ,john ,graham of ,claverhouse1 ,viscount ,dundee1 a ,scottish soldier4 ,he raised a body of ,highlanders in #afhi to fight for ,james ,,ii against ,william of ,orange4 ,at the battle of ,killecrankie 7#afhi7 he was mortally wounded4 #e ,the ,pass4 ,the ,pass of ,killecrankie4 #f ,garry4 ,a river in ,perthshire1 ,scotland4 #g tartan4 ,a ,scotch plaid #h linn4 ,a waterfall4 #i claymore4 ,the heavy broadsword used by the ,highlanders4 #aj laurel-wreath4 ,the laurel is an evergreen shrub found in parts of ,europe4 ,a wreath of laurel was a mark of distinction or honour4 ,,dickens ,,in ,,camp4 ,above the pines the moon was slowly drifting1 ,the river sang below1 ,the dim ,sierras1#a far beyond1 uplifting ,their minarets of snow4 ,the roaring camp-fire1 with rude humor1 painted #e ,the ruddy tints of health ,on haggard face and form that drooped and fainted ,in the fierce race for wealth2 ,till one arose1 and from his pack's scant treasure ,a hoarded volume drew1 #aj ,and cards were dropped from hands of listless leisure1 ,to hear the tale anew2 ,and then1 while round them shadows gathered faster1 ,and as the firelight fell1 ,he read aloud the book wherein the ,master#b #ae ,had writ of ,little ,nell4#c ,perhaps 'twas boyish fancy1--for the reader ,was youngest of them all1-- ,but1 as he read1 from clustering pine and cedar ,a silence seemed to fall2 #bj ,the fir-trees1 gathering closer in the shadows1 ,listened in every spray1 ,while the whole camp1 with ,nell1 on ,english meadows ,wandered and lost their way4 ,and so in mountain solitudes--o'ertaken #be ,as by some spell divine-- ,their cares dropped from them like the needles shaken ,from out the gusty pine4 ,lost is that camp1 and wasted all its fire3 ,and he who wrought that spell8-- #cj ,ah1 towering pine and stately ,kentish spire1#d ,ye have one tale#e to tell6 ,lost is that camp6 but let its fragrant story#f ,blend with the breath that thrills ,with hop-vines' incense#g all the pensive glory #ce ,that fills the ,kentish hills4 ,and on that grave where ,english oak and holly ,and laurel wreaths intwine1#h ,deem it not all a too presumptuous folly1-- ,this spray of ,western pine4 #dj --,harte4 #a ,sierra4 ,a ,spanish term1 meaning a mountain range4 ,the name ,sierra was applied1 of course1 to a great many different ranges4 #b the ,master4 ,dickens4 #c ,little ,nell4 ,the heroine of ,dickens' novel1 ,the ,old ,curiosity ,shop4 #d ,dickens died at ,gadshill1 ,kent1 and was buried in ,westminster ,abbey4 #e one tale4 ,both they who heard the story1 and he who wrote it1 are dead4 #f ,let the fragrance of the western pine blend with the incense of the hop-vines in memory of ,dickens4 ,in other words1 let me add this story as another tribute to his memory4 #g hop-vines' incense4 ,the smell of the hop-vines4 ,kent is the chief hop-growing county of ,england4 #h ,the great writers of ,england have done honour to ,dickens4 ,a ,,musical ,,instrument4 ,i ,what was he doing1 the great god ,pan1#a ,down in the reeds by the river6 ,spreading ruin1 and scattering ban1 ,splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat1 ,and breaking the golden lilies afloat #e ,with the dragon-fly on the river4 ,,ii ,he tore out a reed1 the great god ,pan1 ,from the deep1 cool bed of the river4 ,the limpid water turbidly ran1 ,and the broken lilies a-dying lay1 #aj ,and the dragon-fly had fled away1 ,ere he brought it out of the river4 ,,iii ,high on the shore sat the great god ,pan1 ,while turbidly flowed the river1 ,and hacked and hewed as a great god can1 #ae ,with his hard bleak steel1 at the patient reed1 ,till there was not a sign of the leaf indeed ,to prove it fresh from the river4 ,,iv ,he cut it short1 did the great god ,pan1 7,how tall it stood in the river67 #bj ,then drew the pith1 like the heart of a man1 ,steadily from the outside ring1 ,and notched the poor1 dry1 empty thing ,in holes1 as he sat by the river4 ,v ,this is the way1 laughed the great god ,pan1 #be 7,laughed while he sat by the river17 ,the only way1 since gods began ,to make sweet music1 they could succeed4 ,then1 dropping his mouth to a hole in the reed1 ,he blew in power by the river4 #cj ,,vi ,sweet1 sweet1 sweet1 ,o ,pan6 ,piercing sweet by the river6 ,blinding sweet1 ,o great god ,pan6 ,the sun on the lull forgot to die1 ,and the lilies revived1 and the dragon-fly #ce ,came back to dream on the river4 ,,vii ,yet half a beast is the great god ,pan1 ,to laugh as he sits by the river1 ,making a poet out of a man3 ,the true gods#b sigh for the cost and pain1-- #dj ,for the reed which grows nevermore again ,as a reed with the reeds in the river4 --,mrs4 ,browning4 #a ,pan4 ,in ,greek mythology1 the god of pastures1 forests and flocks4 ,he was represented as half-man1 half-goat1 in appearance4 ,he was the inventor of the shepherd's flute4 #b ,pan was not one of the gods of ,olympus1 and was literally half a beast4 ,,gradatim4#a ,heaven is not reached at a single bound2 ,but we build the ladder by which we rise ,from the lowly earth to the vaulted skies1 ,and we mount to the summit round by round4 ,i count this thing to be grandly true1 #e ,that a noble deed is a step toward ,god-- ,lifting the soul from the common sod#b ,to a purer air and a broader view4 ,we rise by things that are under our feet2#c ,by what we have mastered of good and gain2 #aj ,by the pride deposed and the passion slain1 ,and the vanquished ills that we hourly meet4 ,we hope1 we aspire1 we resolve1 we trust1 ,when the morning calls us to life and light2 ,but our hearts grow weary1 and ere the night1 #ae ,our lives are trailing the sordid#d dust4 ,we hope1 we resolve1 we aspire1 we pray1 ,and we think that we mount the air on wings ,beyond the recall of sensual things1 ,while our feet still cling to the heavy clay4 #bj ,wings for the angels1 but feet for the men6#e ,we may borrow the wings to find the way-- ,we may hope1 and resolve1 and aspire1 arid pray4 ,but our feet must rise1 or we fall again4 ,only in dreams is a ladder#f thrown #be ,from the weary earth to the sapphire walls2 ,but the dreams depart1 and the vision falls1 ,and the ,sleeper wakes on his pillow of stone4 ,heaven is not reached at a single bound2 ,but we build the ladder by which we rise ,from the lowly earth to the vaulted skies1 #cj ,and we mount to the summit round by round4 --,holland4 #a ,gradatim4 ,a step at a time4 #b the common sod4 earthly things4 #c ,see ,longfellow1 ,the ,ladder of ,saint ,augustine4 #d sordid4 mean2 base4 #e ,good resolves and aspirations 7wings7 are not sufficient4 ,we can rise only step by step by overcoming the petty difficulties of everyday life4 #f ladder4 ,a reference to ,jacob's ladder 7,genesis xxviii1 #ab74 ,,the ,,battle ,,of ,,the ,,lake ,,regillus4#a ,a ,,lay ,,sung ,,at ,,the ,,feast ,,of ,,castor ,,and ,,pollux1#b ,,on ,,the ,,ides ,,of ,,quintilis1#c ,,in ,,the ,,year ,,of ,,the ,,city ,,ccccli 7,b4,c4 #cjc74 ,this is the feast of ,castor and ,pollux1 and the anniversary of the battle of ,lake ,regillus1 which they did so much to win4 ,let us remember them1 and sing their praises4 ,i ,ho1 trumpets1 sound a war-note6 ,ho1 lictors1#d clear the way6 ,the ,knights#e will ride1 in all their pride1 ,along the streets to-day1 ,to-day the doors and windows #e ,are hung with garlands all1 ,from ,castor#f in the forum1#g ,to ,mars without the wall4 ,each ,knight is robed in purple1 ,with olive each is crowned1 #aj ,a gallant war-horse under each ,paws haughtily the ground4 ,while flows the ,yellow ,river1#h ,while stands the ,sacred ,hill1#i ,the proud ,ides of ,quintilis1 #ae ,shall have such honour still4 ,gay are the ,martian ,kalends3#aj ,december's ,nones#aa are gay3 ,but the proud ,ides1 when the squadron rides1 ,shall be ,rome's whitest#ab day4 #bj ,,ii ,unto the ,great ,twin ,brethren ,we keep this solemn feast4 ,swift1 swift1 the ,great ,twin ,brethren ,came spurring from the east4 ,they came o'er wild ,parthenius#ac #be ,tossing in waves of pine1 ,o'er ,cirrha's dome1#ad o'er ,adria's#ae foam1 ,o'er purple ,apennine1 ,from where with flutes and dances ,their ancient mansion rings1 #cj ,in lordly ,lacedaemon1#af ,the city of two kings1 ,to where1 by ,lake ,regillus1 ,under the ,porcian#ag height1 ,all in the lands of ,tusculum1 #ce ,was fought the glorious fight4 ,,iii ,now on the place of slaughter ,are cots and sheepfolds seen1 ,and rows of vines1 and fields of wheat1 ,and apple-orchards green2 #dj ,and swine crush the big acorns ,that fall from ,corne's#ah oaks4 ,upon the turf by the ,fair ,fount#ai ,the reaper's pottage smokes4 ,the fisher baits his angle2 #de ,the hunter twangs his bow2 ,little they think on those strong limbs ,that moulder deep below4 ,little they think how sternly ,that day the trumpets pealed2 #ej ,how in the slippery swamp of blood ,warrior and war-horse reeled2 ,how wolves came with fierce gallop1 ,and crows on eager wings1 ,to tear the flesh of captains1 #ee ,and peck the eyes of kings2 ,how thick the dead lay scattered ,under the ,porcian height3 ,how through the gates of ,tusculum ,raved the wild stream of night2 #fj ,and how the ,lake ,regillus ,bubbled with crimson foam1 ,what time the ,thirty ,cities#bj ,came forth to war with ,rome4 ,,iv ,but1 ,roman1 when thou standest #fe ,upon that holy ground1 ,look thou with heed on the dark rock4 ,that girds the dark lake round1 ,so shall thou see a hoof-mark#ba ,stamped deep into the flint3 #gj ,it was no hoof of mortal steed ,that made so strange a dint2 ,there to the ,great ,twin ,brethren ,vow thou thy vows1 and pray ,that they1 in tempest and in fight1 #ge ,will keep thy head alway4 ,the ,latins send a message calling on the ,romans to restore the ,tarquins4 ,the consul proudly refuses1 and a dictator is appointed4 ,the ,roman army encamps hard by ,lake ,regillus4 ,since last the ,great ,twin ,brethren ,of mortal eyes were seen1 ,have years gone by an hundred ,and fourscore and thirteen4 #hj ,that summer a ,virginius#bb ,was ,consul first in place2#bc ,the second was stout ,aulus1 ,of the ,posthumian race4 ,the ,herald of the ,latines #he ,from ,gabii#bd came in state3 ,the ,herald of the ,latines ,passed through ,rome's ,eastern ,gate ,the herald of the ,latines ,did in our ,forum stand2 #ij ,and there he did his office1 ,a sceptre in his hand4 ,,vi ,hear1 ,senators and people ,of the good town of ,rome1 ,the ,thirty ,cities charge you #ie ,to bring the ,tarquins home3 ,and if ye still be stubborn1 ,to work the ,tarquins wrong1 ,the ,thirty ,cities warn you1 ,look that your walls be strong4 #ajj ,,vii ,then spake the ,consul ,aulus1 ,he spake a bitter jest3 ,once the jay sent a message ,unto the eagle's nest3-- ,now yield thou up thine eyrie #aje ,unto the carrion-kite1 ,or come forth valiantly1 and face ,the jays in deadly fight4-- ,forth looked in wrath the eagle2 ,and carrion-kite and jay1 #aaj ,soon as they saw his beak and claw1 ,fled screaming far away4 ,,viii ,the ,herald of the ,latines ,hath hied him back in state2 ,the ,fathers of the ,city #aae ,are met in high debate4 ,then spake the elder ,consul1 ,an ancient man and wise3 ,now hearken1 ,conscript ,fathers1#be ,to that which ,i advise4 #abj ,in seasons of great peril ,tis good that one bear sway2 ,then choose we a ,dictator1 ,whom all men shall obey4 ,camerium#bf knows how deeply #abe ,the sword of ,aulus bites1 ,and all our city calls him ,the man of seventy fights4 ,then let him be ,dictator ,for six months and no more1 #acj ,and have a ,master of the ,knights1#bg ,and axes twenty-four4#bh ,,ix ,so ,aulus was ,dictator1 ,the man of seventy fights ,he made ,aebutius ,elva #ace ,his ,master of the ,knights4 ,on the third morn thereafter1 ,at dawning of the day1 ,did ,aulus and ,aebutius ,set forth with their array4 #adj ,sempronius ,atratinus ,was left in charge at home ,with boys1 and with grey-headed men1 ,to keep the walls of ,rome4 ,hard by the ,lake ,regillus #ade ,our camp was pitched at night3 ,eastward a mile the ,latines lay1 ,under the ,porcian height4 ,far over hill and valley ,their mighty host was spread2 #aej ,and with their thousand watch-fires ,the midnight sky was red4 ,the names of the towns which contributed to the ,latin army of threescore thousand men1 and their order of battle4 ,all ,latium was there to fight with ,rome4 ,up rose the golden morning ,over the ,porcian height1 ,the proud ,ides of ,quintilis #aee ,marked evermore with white4 ,not without2 secret trouble ,our bravest saw the foes2 ,for girt by threescore thousand spears ,the thirty standards rose4 #afj ,from every warlike city ,that boasts the ,latian name1 ,foredoomed to dogs and vultures1 ,that gallant army came2 ,from ,sofia's purple vineyards1 #afe ,from ,norba's ancient wall1 ,from the white streets of ,tusculum1 ,the proudest town of all2 ,from where the ,witch's ,fortress#bi ,o'erhangs the dark-blue seas2 #agj ,from the still glassy lake that sleeps ,beneath ,aricia's trees-- ,those trees in whose dim shadow ,the ghastly priest#cj doth reign1 ,the priest who slew the slayer1 #age ,and shall himself be slain2 ,from the drear banks of ,ufens1#ca ,where nights of marsh-fowl play1 ,and buffaloes lie wallowing ,through the hot summer's day1 #ahj ,from the gigantic watch-towers1 ,no work of earthly men1 ,whence ,cora's sentinels o'erlook ,the never-ending fen2 ,from the ,laurentian#cb jungle1 #ahe ,the wild hog's reedy home2 ,from the green steeps whence ,anio leaps ,in floods of snow-white foam4 ,,xi ,aricia1 ,cora1 ,norba1 ,velitrae1 with the might2 #aij ,of ,setia and of ,tusculum1 ,were marshalled on the right3 ,the leader was ,mamilius1 ,prince of the ,latian name1 ,upon his head a helmet #aie ,of red gold shone like flame3 ,high on a gallant charger ,of dark-grey hue he rode3 ,over his gilded armour ,a vest of purple flowed1 #bjj ,woven in the land of sunrise ,by ,syria's dark-browed daughters1 ,and by the sails of ,carthage#cc brought ,far o'er the southern waters4 ,,xii ,lavinium and ,laurentum #bje ,had on the left their post1 ,with all the banners of the marsh1 ,and banners of the coast4 ,their leader was false ,sextus1 ,that wrought the deed of shame3 #baj ,with restless pace and haggard face ,to his last field he came4 ,men said he saw strange visions ,which none beside might see1 ,and that strange sounds were in his ears #bae ,which none might hear but he4 ,a woman#cd fair and stately1 ,but pale as are the dead1 ,oft through the watches of the night ,sat spinning by his bed4 #bbj ,and as she plied the distaff1 ,in a sweet voice and low1 ,she sang of great old houses1 ,and fights fought long ago4 ,so spun she1 and so sang she1 #bbe ,until the east was grey1 ,then pointed to her bleeding breast1 ,and shrieked1 and fled away4 ,,xiii ,but in the centre thickest ,were ranged the shields of foes1 #bcj ,and from the centre loudest ,the cry of battle rose4 ,there ,tibur#ce marched and ,pedum ,beneath proud ,tarquin's rule1 ,and ,ferentinum of the rock1 #bce ,and ,gabii of the pool4 ,there rode the ,volscian succours3 ,there1 in a dark stern ring1 ,the ,roman exiles gathered close1 ,around the ancient king4 #bdj ,though white as ,mount ,soracte1#cf ,when winter nights are long1 ,his beard flowed down o'er mail and belt1 ,his heart and hand were strong3 ,under his hoary eyebrows #bde ,still flashed forth quenchless rage1 ,and1 if the lance shook in his gripe1 ',twas more with hate than age4 ,close at his side was ,titus ,on an ,apulian#cg steed1 #bej ,titus1 the youngest ,tarquin1 ,too good for such a breed4 ,the battle begins4 ,false ,sextus flees from ,herminius1 one of the defenders of the bridge4 ,aebutius slays ,tubero1 but is severely wounded by ,mamilius of ,tusculum1 and retires from the fight4 ,,xiv ,now on each side the leaders ,gave signal for the charge2 ,and on each side the footmen #bee ,strode on with lance and targe2#ch ,and on each side the horsemen ,struck their spurs deep in gore2 ,and front to front1 the armies ,met with a mighty roar3 #bfj ,and under that great battle ,the earth with blood was red2 ,and1 like the ,pomptine#ci fog at morn1 ,the dust hung overhead2 ,and louder still and louder #bfe ,rose from the darkened field ,the braying of the war-horns1 ,the clang of sword and shield1 ,the rush of squadrons sweeping ,like whirlwinds o'er the plain1 ,the shouting of the slayers1 #bgj ,and screeching of the slain4 ,,xv ,false ,sextus rode out foremost3 ,his look was high and bold2 ,his corslet was of bison's hide1 #bge ,plated with steel and gold4 ,as glares the famished eagle ,from the ,digentian rock#dj ,on a choice lamb that bounds alone ,before ,bandusia's#da flock1 #bhj ,herminius glared on ,sextus1 ,and came with eagle speed1 ,herminius on black ,auster1#db ,brave champion on brave steed2 ,in his right hand the broadsword #bhe ,that kept the bridge so well1 ,and on his helm the crown#dc he won ,when proud ,fidenae fell4 ,woe to the maid whose lover ,shall cross his path to-day6 #bij ,false ,sextus saw1 and trembled1 ,and turned1 and fled away4 ,as turns1 as flies1 the woodman ,in the ,calabrian#dd brake1 ,when through the reeds gleams the round eye #bie ,of that fell speckled snake2 ,so turned1 so fled1 false ,sextus1 ,and hid him in the rear1 ,behind the dark ,lavinian ranks1 ,bristling with crest and spear4 #cjj ,,xvi ,but far to north ,aebutius1 ,the ,master of the ,knights1 ,gave ,tubero of ,norba ,to feed the ,porcian kites4 ,next under those red horse-hoofs #cje ,flaccus of ,setia lay2 ,better had he been pruning ,among his elms#de that day4 ,mamilius saw the slaughter1 ,and tossed his golden crest1 #caj ,and towards the ,master of the ,knights ,through the thick battle pressed4 ,aebutias smote ,mamilius ,so fiercely1 on the shield ,that the great lord of ,tusculum #cae ,well nigh rolled on the field4 ,mamilius smote ,aebutius1 ,with a good aim and true1 ,just where the neck and shoulder join1 ,and pierced him through and through2 #cbj ,and brave ,aebutius ,elva ,fell swooning to the ground3 ,but a thick wall of bucklers ,encompassed him around4 ,his clients#df from the battle #cbe ,bare him some little space1 ,and filled a helm from the dark lake1 ,and bathed his brow and face2 ,and when at last he opened ,his swimming eyes to light1 #ccj ,men say1 the earliest word he spake ,was1 ,friends1 how goes the fight8 ,the struggle in the centre1 where the ancient ,tarquin is struck down4 ,the ,latins fight over him as he lies1 and ,titus kills ,valerius1 round whose body the struggle waxes hot4 ,,xvii ,but meanwhile in the centre ,great deeds of arms were wrought2 ,there ,aulus the ,dictator #cce ,and there ,valerius fought4 ,aulus with his good broadsword ,a bloody passage cleared ,to where1 amidst the thickest foes1 ,he saw the long white beard4 #cdj ,flat lighted that good broadsword ,upon proud ,tarquin's head4 ,he dropped the lance3 he dropped the reins3 ,he fell as fall the dead4 ,down ,aulus springs to slay him1 #cde ,with eyes like coals of fire2 ,but faster ,titus#dg hath sprung down1 ,and hath bestrode his sire4 ,latian captains1 ,roman knights1 ,fast down to earth they spring1 #cej ,and hand to hand they fight on foot ,around the ancient king4 ,first ,titus gave tall ,caeso ,a death wound in the face2 ,tall ,caeso was the bravest man #cee ,of the brave ,fabian#dh race3 ,aulus slew ,rex of ,gabii1 ,the priest of ,juno's shrine3 ,valerius smote down ,julius1 ,of ,rome's great ,julian line2#di #cfj ,julius1 who left his mansion ,high on the ,velian hill1#ej ,and through all turns of weal and woe ,followed proud ,tarquin still4 ,now right across proud ,tarquin #cfe ,a corpse was ,julius laid2 ,and ,titus groaned with rage and grief1 ,and at ,valerius made4 ,valerius struck at ,titus1 ,and lopped off half his crest2 #cgj ,but ,titus stabbed ,valerius ,a span deep in the breast4 ,like a mast snapped by the tempest1 ,valerius reeled and fell4 ,ah6 woe is me for the good house #cge ,that loves the people well6 ,then shouted loud the ,latines2 ,and with one rush they bore ,the struggling ,romans backward ,three lances' length and more3 #chj ,and up they took proud ,tarquin1 ,and laid him on a shield1 ,and four strong yeoman bare him1 ,still senseless from the field4 ,,xviii ,but fiercer grew the fighting #che ,around ,valerius dead2 ,for ,titus dragged him by the foot1 ,and ,aulus by the head4 ,on1 ,latines1 on6 quoth ,titus1 ,see how the rebels fly6 #cij ,romans1 stand firm6 quoth ,aulus1 ,and win this fight or die6 ,they must not give ,valerius ,to raven and to kite2 ,for aye ,valerius loathed the wrong1 #cie ,and aye upheld the right3 ,and for your wives and babies ,in the front rank he fell4 ,now play the men for the good house ,that loves the people well6 #djj ,,xix ,then tenfold round the body ,the roar of battle rose1 ,like the roar of a burning forest1 ,when a strong north wind blows4 ,now backward1 and now forward1 #dje ,rocked furiously the fray1 ,till none could see ,valerius1 ,and none wist where he lay4 ,for shivered arms and ensigns ,were heaped there in a mound1 #daj ,and corpses stiff1 and dying men1 ,that writhed and gnawed the ground1 ,and wounded horses kicking1 ,and snorting purple foam3 ,right well did such a couch befit #dae ,a ,consular of ,rome4 ,mamilius is seen coming to the aid of the ,latins4 ,cossus gallops off to summon ,herminus1 who comes at once4 ,mamilius flings himself athwart his course1 and both champions are slain4 ,,xx ,but north looked the ,dictator2 ,north looked he long and hard2 ,and spake to ,caius ,cossus1 ,the ,captain of his ,guard3 #dbj ,caius1 of all the ,romans ,thou hast the keenest sight2 ,say1 what through yonder storm of dust ,comes from the ,latian right8 ,,xxi ,then answered ,caius ,cossus #dbe ,i see an evil sight2 ,the banner of proud ,tusculum ,comes from the ,latian right3 ,i see the plumed horsemen2 ,and far before the rest #dcj ,i see the dark-grey charger1 ,i see the purple vest1 ,i see the golden helmet ,that shines far off like flame2 ,so ever rides ,mamilius1 #dce ,prince of the ,latian name4 ,,xxii ,now hearken1 ,caius ,cossus3 ,spring on thy horse's back2 ,ride as the wolves of ,apennine ,were all upon thy track2 #ddj ,haste to our southward battle3 ,and never draw thy rein ,until thou find ,herminius1 ,and bid him come amain4 ,,xxiii ,so ,aulus spake1 and turned him #dde ,again to that fierce strife1 ,and ,caius ,cossus mounted1 ,and rode for death and life4 ,loud clanged beneath his horse-hoofs ,the helmets of the dead1 #dej ,and many a curdling pool of blood ,splashed him from heel to head4 ,so came he far to southward1 ,where fought the ,roman host1 ,against the banners of the marsh #dee ,and banners of the coast4 ,like corn before the sickle ,the stout ,lavinians fell1 ,beneath the edge of the true sword ,that kept the bridge so well4 #dfj ,,xxiv ,herminius3 ,aulus greets thee2 ,he bids thee come with speed1 ,to help our central battle3 ,for sore is there our need4 ,there wars the youngest ,tarquin1 #dfe ,and there the ,crest of ,flame1#ea ,the ,tusculan ,mamilius1 ,prince of the ,latian name4 ,valerius hath fallen fighting ,in front of our array3 #dgj ,and ,aulus of the seventy fields ,alone upholds the day4 ,,xxv ,herminius beat his bosom3 ,but never a word he spake4 ,he clapped his hand on ,auster's mane1 #dge ,he gave the reins a shake3 ,away1 away went ,auster1 ,like an arrow from the bow3 ,black ,auster was the fleetest steed ,from ,aufidus to ,po4#eb #dhj ,,xxvi ,right glad were all the ,romans ,who1 in that hour of dread1 ,against great odds bare up the war ,around ,valerius dead1 ,when from the south the cheering #dhe ,rose with a mighty swell2 ,herminius comes1 ,herminius1 ,who kept the bridge so well6 ,,xxvii ,mamilius spied ,herminius1 ,and dashed across the way4 #dij ,herminius6 ,i have sought thee ,through many a bloody day4 ,one of us two1 ,herminius1 ,shall never more go home1 ,i will lay on for ,tusculum1 #die ,and lay thou on for ,rome6 ,,xxviii ,all round them paused the battle1 ,while met in mortal fray ,the ,roman and the ,tusculan1 ,the horses black and grey4 #ejj ,herminius smote ,mamilius ,through breast-plate and through breast1 ,and fast flowed out the purple blood ,over the purple vest4 ,mamilius smote ,herminius #eje ,through head-piece and through head2 ,and side by side those chiefs of pride ,together fell down dead4 ,down fell they dead together ,in a great lake of gore2 #eaj ,and still stood all who saw them fall ,while men might count a score4 ,mamilius' charger dashes off to ,tusculum1 ,black ,auster remains by his master's body4 ,titus attempts to mount him1 but is slain by ,aulus the ,dictator4 ,,xxix ,fast1 fast1 with heels wild spurning1 ,the dark-grey charger fled3 ,he burst through ranks of fighting men2 #eae ,he sprang o'er heaps of dead4 ,his bridle far out-streaming1 ,his flanks all blood and foam1 ,he sought the southern mountains1 ,the mountains of his home4 #ebj ,the pass was steep and rugged1 ,the wolves they howled and whined2 ,but he ran like a whirlwind up the pass1 ,and he left the wolves behind4 ,through many a startled hamlet #ebe ,thundered his flying feet2 ,he rushed through the gate of ,tusculum1 ,he rushed up the long white street2 ,he rushed by tower and temple1 ,and paused not from his race #ecj ,till he stood before his master's door ,in the stately market-place4 ,and straightway round him gathered ,a pale and trembling crowd1 ,and when they knew him1 cries of rage #ece ,brake forth1 and wailing loud3 ,and women rent their tresses ,for their great prince's fall2 ,and old men girt on their old swords1 ,and went to man the wall4 #edj ,,xxx ,but1 like a graven image1 ,black ,auster kept his place1 ,and ever wistfully he looked ,into his master's face4 ,the raven-mane that daily1 #ede ,with pats and fond caresses1 ,the young ,herminia washed and combed1 ,and twined in even tresses1 ,and decked with coloured ribands ,from her own gay attire1 #eej ,hung sadly o'er her father's corpse ,in carnage and in mire4 ,forth with a shout sprang ,titus1 ,and seized ,black ,auster's rein4 ,then ,aulus sware a fearful oath1 #eee ,and ran at him amain4 ,the furies of thy brother#ec ,with me and mine abide1 ,if one of your accursed house ,upon black ,auster ride6 #efj ,as on an ,alpine watch-tower ,from heaven comes down the flame1 ,full on the neck of ,titus ,the blade of ,aulus came3 ,and out the red blood spouted1 #efe ,in a wide arch and tall1 ,as spouts a fountain in the court ,of some rich ,capuan's#ed hall4 ,the knees of all the ,latines ,were loosened with dismay #egj ,when dead1 on dead ,herminius1 ,the bravest ,tarquin lay4 ,aulus prepares to mount black ,auster1 when he spies two strange horsemen by his side4 ,these are ,castor and ,pollux1 who charge at the head of the ,roman army4 ,,xxxi ,and ,aulus the ,dictator ,stroked ,auster's raven mane1 ,with heed he looked unto the girths1 #ege ,with heed unto the rein4 ,now bear me well1 black ,auster1 ,into yon thick array2 ,and thou and ,i will have revenge ,for thy good lord this day4 #ehj ,,xxxii ,so spake he2 and was buckling ,tighter black ,auster's band1 ,when he was aware of a princely pair ,that rode at his right hand4 ,so like they were1 no mortal #ehe ,might one from other know3 ,white as snow their armour was2 ,their steeds were white as snow4 ,never on earthly anvil ,did such rare armour gleam2 #eij ,and never did such gallant steeds ,drink of an earthly stream4 ,,xxxiii ,and all who saw them trembled1 ,and pale grew every cheek1 ,and ,aulus the ,dictator #eie ,scarce gathered voice to speak4 ,say by what name men call you8 ,what city is your home8 ,and wherefore ride ye in such guise ,before the ranks of ,rome8 #fjj ,,xxxiv ,by many names men call us2 ,in many lands we dwell2 ,well ,samothracia#ee knows us1 ,cyrene knows us well4 ,our house in gay ,tarentum#ef #fje ,is hung each morn with flowers3 ,high o'er the masts of ,syracuse#eg ,our marble portal towers2 ,but by the proud ,eurotas#eh ,is our dear native home2 #faj ,and for the right we come to fight ,before the ranks of ,rome4 ,,xxxv ,so answered those strange horsemen1 ,and each couched low his spear2 ,and forthwith all the ranks of ,rome #fae ,were bold1 and of good cheer2 ,and on the thirty armies ,came wonder and affright1 ,and ,ardea wavered on the left1 ,and ,cora on the right4 #fbj ,rome to the charge6 cried ,aulus2 ,the foe begins to yield6 ,charge for the hearth of ,vesta6#ei ,charge for the ,golden ,shield6#fj ,let no man stop to plunder1 #fbe ,but slay1 and slay1 and slay3 ,the ,gods who live forever ,are on our side to-day4 ,the ,latins turn and flee4 ,many of their chiefs are slain1 and above all false ,sextus1 who dies a coward's death4 ,,xxxvi ,then the fierce trumpet-flourish ,from earth to heaven arose4 #fcj ,the kites know well the long stern swell ,that bids the ,romans close4 ,then the good sword of ,aulus ,was lifted up to slay3 ,then1 like a crag down ,apennine1 #fce ,rushed ,auster through the fray4 ,but under those strange horsemen ,still thicker lay the slain3 ,and after those strange horses ,black ,auster toiled in vain4 #fdj ,behind them ,rome's long battle ,came rolling on the foe1 ,ensigns dancing wild above1 ,blades all in line below1 ,so comes the ,po in flood-time #fde ,upon the ,celtic plain3#fa ,so comes the squall1 blacker than night1 ,upon the ,adrian main4 ,how1 by our ,sire ,quirinus1#fb ,it was a goodly sight #fej ,to see the thirty standards ,swept down the tide of flight4 ,so flies the spray of ,adria ,when the black squall doth blow1 ,so corn-sheaves in the flood-time #fee ,spin down the whirling ,po4 ,false ,sextus to the mountains ,turned first his horse's head2 ,and fast fled ,ferentinum1 ,and fast ,lanuvium fled4 #ffj ,the horsemen of ,nomentum ,spurred hard out of the fray1 ,the footmen of ,velitrae ,threw shield and spear away4 ,and underfoot was trampled1 #ffe ,amidst the mud and gore1 ,the banner of proud ,tusculum1 ,that never stooped before3 ,and down went ,flavius ,faustus1 ,who led his stately ranks #fgj ,from where the apple-blossoms wave ,on ,anio's echoing banks1 ,and ,tullus of ,arpinum1 ,chief of the ,volscian aids1 ,and ,metius with the long fair curls1 #fge ,the love of ,anxur's maids1 ,and the white head of ,vulgo1 ,the great ,arician seer1 ,and ,nepos of ,laurentum1 ,the hunter of the deer2 #fhj ,and in the back false ,sextus ,felt the good ,roman steel2 ,and wriggling in the dust he died1 ,like a worm beneath the wheel3 ,and fliers and pursuers #fhe ,were mingled in a mass2 ,and far away the battle ,went roaring through the pass4 ,the ,dioscuri ride to ,rome with news of victory4 ,no one dares to ask who they are1 and after washing their steeds in ,vesta's fountain they vanish from mortal sight4 ,,xxxvii ,sempronius ,atratinus ,sate in the ,eastern ,gate1 #fij ,beside him were three ,fathers1 ,each in his chair of state2 ,fabius1 whose nine stout grandsons ,that day were in the field1 ,and ,manlius1 eldest of the ,twelve#fc #fie ,who kept the ,golden ,shield2 ,and ,sergius1 the ,high ,pontiff1#fd ,for wisdom far renowned1 ,in all ,etruria's colleges ,was no such ,pontiff found4 #gjj ,and all around the portal1 ,and high above the wall1 ,stood a great throng of people1 ,but sad and silent all2 ,young lads1 and stooping elders #gje ,that might not bear the mail1 ,matrons with lips that quivered1 ,and maids with faces pale4 ,since the first gleam of daylight1 ,sempronius had not ceased #gaj ,to listen for the rushing ,of horse-hoofs from the east4 ,the mist of eve was rising4 ,the sun was hastening down1 ,when he was aware of a princely pair #gae ,fast pricking towards the town1 ,so like they were1 man never ,saw twins so like before2 ,red with gore their armour was1 ,their steeds were red with gore4 #gbj ,,xxxviii ,hail to the great ,asylum6#fe ,hail to the hill-tops seven6 ,hail to the fire#ff that burns for aye6 ,and the shield that fell from heaven6 ,this day1 by ,lake ,regillus1 #gbe ,under the ,porcian height1 ,all in the lands of ,tusculum ,was fought a glorious fight4 ,to-morrow your ,dictator ,shall bring in triumph home #gcj ,the spoils of thirty cities ,to deck the shrines of ,rome6 ,,xxxix ,then burst from that great concourse ,a shout that shook the towers1 ,and some ran north1 and some ran south1 #gce ,crying1 ,the day is ours6 ,but on rode these strange horsemen1 ,with slow and lordly pace2 ,and none who saw their bearing ,durst ask their name or race4 #gdj ,on rode they to the ,forum1 ,while laurel-boughs and flowers1 ,from house-tops and from windows1 ,fell on their crests in showers4 ,when they drew nigh to ,vesta1 #gde ,they vaulted down amain1 ,and washed their horses in the well ,that springs by ,vesta's fane4 ,and straight again they mounted1 ,and rode to ,vesta's door2 #gej ,then1 like a blast1 away they passed1 ,and no man saw them more4 ,the ,pontiff tells the ,romans who their god-like visitors are1 and bids the citizens build a temple to them and establish an annual procession in their honour4 ,,xl ,and all the people trembled1 ,and pale grew every cheek2 ,and ,sergius the ,high ,pontiff #gee ,alone found voice to speak3 ,the gods who live for ever ,have fought for ,rome to-day6 ,these be the ,great ,twin ,brethren ,to whom the ,dorians#fg pray4 #gfj ,back comes the ,chief in triumph1 ,who1 in the hour of fight1 ,hath seen the ,great ,twin ,brethren ,in harness on his right4 ,safe comes the ship to haven1 #gfe ,through billows and through gales1 ,if once the ,great ,twin ,brethren ,sit shining on the sails4#fh ,wherefore they washed their horses ,in ,vesta's holy well1 #ggj ,wherefore they rode to ,vesta's door1 ,i know1 but may not tell4 ,here1 hard by ,vesta's ,temple1 ,build we a stately dome ,unto the ,great ,twin ,brethren #gge ,who fought so well for ,rome4 ,and when the months returning ,bring back this day of fight1 ,the proud ,ides of ,quintilis1 ,marked evermore with white1 #ghj ,unto the ,great ,twin ,brethren ,let all the people throng1 ,with chaplets and with offerings1 ,with music and with song2 ,and let the doors and windows #ghe ,be hung with garlands all1 ,and let the ,knights be summoned ,to ,mars without the wall3 ,thence let them ride in purple ,with joyous trumpet-sound1 #gij ,each mounted on his war-horse1 ,and each with olive crowned2 ,and pass in solemn order ,before the sacred dome1 ,where dwell the ,great ,twin ,brethren #gie ,who fought so well for ,rome6 --,macaulay4 #a ,ten years after the siege of ,rome by ,lars ,porsena1 the ,latins1 under ,mamilius of ,tusculum1 made a last attempt to force the ,romans to restore the ,tarquin kings4 ,a battle was fought at ,lake ,regillus 7,b4,c4 #dih7 between the ,latins and the ,romans1 in which the ,romans were successful4 ,lake ,regillus has disappeared and its exact site is no longer known4 ,it is supposed to have been situated at the foot of the ,tusculan hills1 about ten miles to the southeast of ,rome4 #b ,castor and ,pollux were twin deities1 the sons of ,zeus 7or ,jupiter74 ,their birthplace was ,sparta1 in ,greece1 and there they had their chief temple4 #c ,ides of ,quintilis4 ,the fifteenth of ,july4 #d lictors4 ,the body-guard of the magistrates1 armed with rods and axes4 #e ,the ,knights4 ,the cavalry4 #f ,castor1 and ,mars4 ,the temples of ,castor and of ,mars4 #g ,forum4 ,the market-place1 or public square4 #h ,yellow ,river4 ,the ,tiber1 so called from its yellow sands4 #i ,sacred ,hill4 ,a famous hill about three miles from ,rome4 #aj ,martian ,kalends4 ,the first of ,march1 on which a feast to ,juno was held4 #aa ,december's ,nones4 ,december the fifth1 on which was held a feast to ,faunus1 a god of the flocks and herds4 #ab whitest4 ,we should say a red-letter day4 #ac ,parthemus4 ,a mountain range in ,greece4 #ad ,cirrha's dome4 ,the dome of the temple of ,apollo at ,delphi1 near ,cirrha1 in ,greece4 #ae ,adria4 ,the ,adriatic4 #af ,lacedaemon4 ,sparta1 which was governed by two kings representing two great families4 #ag ,porcian height4 ,monte ,porzio1 near the scene of the battle4 #ah ,corne4 ,a hill near ,tusculum4 #ai ,fair ,fount4 ,a spring in the vicinity4 #bj ,thirty ,cities4 ,the ,latin cities1 banded together in aid of the ,tarquins4 #ba,one spot on the margin of ,lake ,regillus was regarded during many ages with superstitious awe4 ,a mark1 resembling in shape a horse's hoof1 was discernible in the volcanic rock2 and this mark was believed to have been made by one of the celestial chargers4--,macaulay4 #bb a ,virginius4 ,one of the family of the ,virginii4 #bc ,the consul who was elected first was usually held in greater honour than the other4 #bd ,gabii4 ,a ,latin city about twelve miles from ,rome4 #be ,conscript ,fathers4 ,the senate4 ,the original expression is patres conscripti 7patres et conscripti71 patres referring to the patrician element1 and conscripti to the plebeian element in the senate4 #bf ,camerium4 ,one of the ,latin cities4 #bg ,master of the ,knights4 ,chief lieutenant4 #bh ,the ,consuls usually had twelve lictors each2 the ,dictator twenty-four4 #bi ,witch's ,fortress4 ,the town of ,circeii1 which ,macaulay associates here with ,circe1 the enchantress4 #cj ghastly priest4 ,the temple of ,diana1 in a grove near ,aricia1 had for its priest a runaway slave1 who was to hold office until slain by another runaway slave stronger than he4 #ca ,ufens4 ,a river4 #cb ,laurentian jungle4 ,marshy thickets near the town of ,laurentum4 #cc ,carthage4 ,on the north coast of ,africa4 ,the ,carthaginians were a commercial and sea-faring people4 #cd a woman4 ,lucretia4 ,after she had been wronged by ,sextus1 she stabbed herself and died4 #ce ,tibur4 ,the modern city of ,tivoli4 #cf ,soracte4 ,a snow-capped mountain about twenty-five miles from ,rome4 #cg ,apulian4 ,apulia was one of the divisions of ,italy4 #ch targe4 shield4 #ci ,pomptine4 ,the ,pontine marshes in the southern part of ,latium4 #dj ,digentian rock4 ,a crag near the river ,digentia4 #da ,bandusia4 ,a fountain4 #db ,auster4 ,the word signifies the stormy south wind4 #dc crown4 ,the first ,roman to scale the walls of a besieged town received a crown of gold4 #dd ,calabrian4 ,calabria forms the heel of ,italy4 #de ,pruning the vines entwined around the trunks of the elms4 #df clients4 ,servants attached to the ,patrician families4 #dg ,titus4 ,son of ,tarquin the ,proud4 #dh ,fabian4 ,the ,fabii were a famous ,roman family4 #di ,the ,julian house claimed to be descended from ,iulus1 son of ,aeneas4 #ej ,velian hill4 ,the ,velian hill was not far from the ,forum in ,rome4 #ea ,crest of ,flame4 ,the flaming crest on the helmet of ,mamilius4 ,see l4 #dcd4 #eb ,from ,aufidus to ,po4 ,in all ,italy4 ,aufidus was a river in the south of ,italy2 ,po1 a river in the north4 #ec thy brother4 ,false ,sextus1 supposed to be haunted by the furies 7the ,greek goddesses of ,vengeance7 for his crime4 #ed ,capuan4 ,capua was a luxurious city in southern ,italy4 #ee ,samothracia4 ,an island in the ,aegean1 where ,castor and ,pollux were worshipped4 #ef ,tarentum4 ,a ,greek town in the south of ,italy4 #eg ,syracuse4 ,an important city in ,sicily4 #eh ,eurotas4 ,a river in ,greece1 flowing past the city of ,sparta4 #ei ,vesta4 ,the goddess of the hearth4 #fj ,golden ,shield4 ,the shield of ,mars which had fallen from heaven during the reign of ,numa ,pompilius1 the second king of ,rome4 #fa ,celtic plain4 ,the north of ,italy1 inhabited by ,celtic tribes4 #fb ,sire ,quirinus4 ,romulus1 the founder of ,rome4 #fc ,the ,twelve4 ,in order to prevent the shield of ,mars from being stolen1 eleven others were made after the same pattern1 and twelve priests were appointed to guard the twelve shields4 #fd ,high ,pontiff4 ,the chief priest4 #fe ,asylum4 ,romulus was said to have promised a refuge to all fugitives1 in the newly-founded city of ,rome4 #ff the fire4 ,in the temple of ,vesta4 #fg ,dorians4 ,the ,spartans belonged to the ,dorian branch of the ,greek people4 #fh ,castor and ,pollux were the special guardians of sailors at sea4 ,when1 during a thunderstorm1 a light played around the masts and sails of the ship1 ,castor and ,pollux were supposed to be present1 watching over the fortunes of the vessel4 ,,the ,,vision ,,of ,,sir ,,launfal4 ,,prelude ,,to ,,part ,,first4 ,over his keys the musing organist1 ,beginning doubtfully and far away1 ,first lets his fingers wander as they list1 ,and builds a bridge from ,dreamland for his lay3 ,then1 as the touch of his loved instrument #e ,gives hopes and fervor1 nearer draws his theme1 ,first guessed by faint auroral flushes sent ,along the wavering vista of his dream4#a ,not only around our infancy ,doth heaven with all its splendors lie2 #aj ,daily1 with souls that cringe and plot1 ,we ,sinais#b climb and know it not2 ,over our manhood bond the skies1 ,against our fallen and traitor lives ,the great winds utter prophecies2 #ae ,with our faint hearts the mountain strives2 ,its arms outstretched1 the druid#c wood ,waits with its benedicite3#d ,and to our age's drowsy blood ,still shouts the inspiring sea4#e #bj ,earth gets its price for what ,earth gives us1 ,the beggar is taxed for a corner to die in1 ,the priest hath his foe who comes and shrives#f us1 ,we bargain for the graves we lie in2 ,at the ,devil's booth are all things sold1 #be ,each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold2 ,for a cap and bells our lives we pay1#g ,bubbles we earn with a whole soul's tasking3 ',t is heaven alone that is given away1 ',t is only ,god may be had for the asking1 #cj ,there is no price set on the lavish summer1 ,and ,june may be had by the poorest comer4 ,and what is so rare as a day in ,june8 ,then1 if ever1 come perfect days2 ,then ,heaven tries the earth if it be in tune1 #ce ,and over it softly her warm ear lays3 ,whether we look1 or whether we listen1 ,we hear life murmur1 or see it glisten2 ,every clod feels a stir of might1 ,an instinct within it that reaches and towers1 #dj ,and1 grasping blindly above it for light1 ,climbs to a soul for grass and flowers2 ,the flush of life may well be seen ,thrilling back over hills and valleys2 ,the cowslip startles in meadows green1 #de ,the buttercup catches the sun in its chalice1 ,and there's never a leaf or a blade too mean ,to be some happy creature's palace1 ,the little bird sits at his door in the sun1 ,atilt like a blossom among the leaves1 #ej ,and lets his illumined being o'errun ,with the deluge of summer it receives2 ,his mate feels the eggs beneath her wings1 ,and the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings2 ,he sings to the wide world1 and she to her nest1-- #ee ,in the nice#h ear of nature which song is the best8 ,now is the high-tide of the year1 ,and whatever of life hath ebbed away ,comes flooding back1 with a ripply cheer1 ,into every bare inlet and creek and bay2 #fj ,now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it1 ,we are happy now because ,god so wills it2 ,no matter how barren the past may have been1 ',tis enough for us now that the leaves are green4 ,we sit in the warm shade and feel right well #fe ,how the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell2 ,we may shut our eyes1 but we cannot help knowing ,that skies are clear and grass is growing2 ,the breeze comes whispering in our ear1 ,that dandelions are blossoming near1 #gj ,that maize has sprouted1 that streams are flowing1 ,that the river is bluer than the sky1 ,that the robin is plastering his house hard by3 ,and if the breeze kept the good news back1 ,for other couriers we should not lack2 #ge ,we could guess it all by yon heifer's lowing1-- ,and hark6 how clear bold chanticleer1#i ,warmed with the new wine of the year1 ,tells all in his lusty crowing6 ,joy comes1 grief goes1 we know not how2 #hj ,everything is happy now1 ,everything is upward striving2 ',t is as easy now for the heart to be true ,as for grass to be green or skies to be blue1-- ',t is the natural way of living1 #he ,who knows whither the clouds have fled8 ,in the unscarred heaven they leave no wake2 ,and the eyes forget the tears they have shed1 ,the heart forgets its sorrow and ache2 ,the soul partakes the season's youth1 #ij ,and the sulphurous rifts#aj of passion and woe ,lie deep 'neath a silence pure and smooth1 ,like burnt-out craters healed with snow4 ,what wonder if ,sir ,launfal#aa now ,remembered the keeping of his vow8 #ie ,,part ,,first4 ,i ,my golden spurs now bring to me1 ,and bring to me my richest mail1 ,for to-morrow ,i go over land and sea ,in search of the ,holy ,grail2#ab ,shall never a bed for me be spread4 #ajj ,nor shall a pillow be under my head1 ,till ,i begin my vow to keep1 ,here on the rushes#ac will ,i sleep1 ,and perchance there may come a vision true ,ere day create the world anew4 #aje ,slowly ,sir ,launfal's eyes grew dim1 ,slumber fell like a cloud on him1 ,and into his soul the vision flew4 ,,ii ,the crows flapped over by twos and threes1 ,in the pool drowsed the cattle up to their knees1 #aaj ,the little birds sang as if it were ,the one day of summer in all the year ,and the very leaves seemed to sing on the trees ,the castle alone in the landscape lay ,like an outpost of winter1 dull and gray2 #aae ',t was the proudest hall in the ,north ,countree1#ad ,and never its gates might opened be1 ,save to lord or lady of high degree2 ,summer besieged it on every side1 ,but the churlish stone her assaults defied2 #abj ,she could not scale the chilly wall1 ,though round it for leagues her pavilions tall#af ,stretched left and right1 ,over the hills and out of sight2 ,green and broad was every tent1 #abe ,and out of each a murmur went ,till the breeze fell off at night4 ,,iii ,the drawbridge dropped with a surly clang1 ,and through the dark arch a charger sprang1 ,bearing ,sir ,launfal1 the maiden knight1 #acj ,in his gilded mail1 that flamed so bright ,it seemed the dark castle had gathered all ,those shafts the fierce sun had shot over its wall ,in his siege of three hundred summers long1 ,and1 binding them all in one blazing sheaf1 #ace ,had cast them forth2 so1 young and strong1 ,and lightsome as a locust leaf1 ,sir ,launfal flashed forth in his unscarred mail1 ,to seek in all climes for the ,holy ,grail4 ,,iv ,it was morning on hill and stream and tree1 #adj ,and morning in the young knight's heart2 ,only the castle moodily ,rebuffed the gifts of the sunshine free1 ,and gloomed by itself apart2 ,the season brimmed all other things up #ade ,full as the rain fills the pitcher-plant's cup4 ,v ,as ,sir ,launfal made morn through the darksome gate1 ,he was ware of a leper1 crouched by the same1 ,who begged with his hand and moaned as he sate2 ,and a loathing over ,sir ,launfal came1 #aej ,the sunshine went out of his soul with a thrill1 ,the flesh 'neath his armor did shrink and crawl4 ,and midway its leap his heart stood still ,like a frozen waterfall2 ,for this man1 so foul and bent of stature1 #aee ,rasped harshly against his dainty nature1 ,and seemed the one blot on the summer morn1-- ,so he tossed him a piece of gold in scorn4 ,,vi ,the leper raised not the gold from the dust3 ,better to me the poor man's crust1 #afj ,better the blessing of the poor1 ,though ,i turn me empty from his door2 ,that is no true alms which the hand can hold2 ,he gives nothing but worthless gold ,who gives from a sense of duty2 #afe ,but he who gives a slender mite1#af ,and gives to that which is out of sight1 ,that thread of the all-sustaining ,beauty ,which runs through all and doth all unite1-- ,the hand cannot clasp the whole of his alms1 #agj ,the heart outstretches its eager palms1 ,for a god goes with it and makes it store#ag ,to the soul that was starving in darkness before4 ,,prelude ,,to ,,part ,,second4 ,down swept the chill wind from the mountain peak1 ,from the snow five thousand summers old3 #age ,on open wold and hill-top bleak ,it had gathered all the cold1 ,and whirled it like a sheet on the wanderer's cheek2 ,it carried a shiver everywhere ,from the unleafed boughs and pastures bare2 #ahj ,the little brook heard it and built a roof ',neath which he could house him1 winter-proof3 ,all night by the white stars' frosty gleams ,he groined#ah his arches and matched his beams2 ,slender and clear were his crystal spars #ahe ,as the lashes of light that trim the stars2 ,he sculptured every summer delight ,in his halls and chambers out of sight2 ,sometimes his tinkling waters slipt ,down through a frost-leaved forest-crypt4#ai #aij ,long1 sparkling aisles of steel-stemmed trees ,bending to counterfeit a breeze2 ,sometimes the roof no fretwork knew ,but silvery mosses that downward grew2 ,sometimes it was carved in sharp relief#bj #aie ,with quaint arabesques#ba of ice-fern leaf2 ,sometimes it was simply smooth and clear ,for the gladness of heaven to shine through1 and here ,he had caught the nodding bulrush-tops ,and hung them thickly with diamond drops1 #bjj ,which crystalled the beams of moon and sun1 ,and made a star of every one3 ,so mortal builder's most rare device ,could match this winter-palace of ice2 ',t was as if every image that mirrored lay #bje ,in his depths serene through the summer day1 ,each flitting shadow of earth and sky1 ,lest the happy model should be lost1 ,had been mimicked in fairy masonry ,by the elfin builders of the frost4 #baj ,within the hall are song and laughter1 ,the cheeks of ,christmas glow red and jolly1 ,and sprouting is every corbel#bb and rafter ,with the lightsome green of ivy and holly2 ,through the deep gulf#bc of the chimney wide #bae ,wallows the ,yule-log's#bd roaring tide2 ,the broad flame-pennons droop and flap ,and belly and tug as a flag in the wind2 ,like a locust shrills the imprisoned sap1 ,hunted to death in its galleries blind2 #bbj ,and swift little troops of silent sparks1 ,now pausing1 now scattering away as in fear1 ,go threading the soot-forest's tangled darks ,like herds of startled deer4 ,but the wind without was eager and sharp1 #bbe ,of ,sir ,launfal's gray hair it makes a harp1 ,and rattles and wrings ,the icy strings1 ,singing1 in dreary monotone1 ,a ,christmas carol of its own1 #bcj ,whose burden#be still1 as he might guess1 ,was--,shelterless1 shelterless1 shelterless6 ,the voice of the seneschal#bf flared like a torch ,as he shouted the wanderer away from the porch1 ,and he sat in the gateway and saw all night #bce ,the great hall-fire1 so cheery and bold1 ,through the window-slits of the castle old1 ,build out its piers of ruddy light ,against the drift of the cold4 ,,part ,,second4 ,i ,there was never a leaf on bush or tree #bdj ,the bare boughs rattled shudderingly2 ,the river was dumb and could not speak1 ,for the frost's swift shuttles its shroud had spun2 ,a single crow on the tree-top bleak ,from his shining feathers shed off the cold sun2 #bde ,again it was morning1 but shrunk and cold1 ,as if her veins were sapless and old1 ,and she rose up decrepitly ,for a last dim look at earth and sea4 ,,ii ,sir ,launfal turned from his own hard gate1 #bej ,for another heir in his earldom sate2 ,an old1 bent man1 worn out and frail1 ,he came back from seeking the ,holy ,grail2 ,little he recked of his earldom's loss1 ,no more on his surcoat#bg was blazoned the cross1 #bee ,but deep in his soul the sign he wore1 ,the badge of the suffering and the poor4 ,,iii ,sir ,launfal's raiment thin and spare ,was idle mail 'gainst the barbed air1 ,for it was just at the ,christmas time2 #bfj ,so he mused1 as he sat1 of a sunnier clime1 ,and sought for a shelter from cold and snow ,in the light and warmth of long ago2#bh ,he sees the snake-like caravan crawl ,o'er the edge of the desert1 black and small1 #bfe ,then nearer and nearer1 till1 one by one1 ,he can count the camels in the sun1 ,as over the red-hot sands they pass ,to where1 in its slender necklace of grass1 ,the little spring laughed and leapt in the shade1 #bgj ,and with its own self like an infant played1 ,and waved its signal of palms4 ,,iv ,for ,christ's sweet sake1 ,i beg an alms2 ,the happy camels may reach the spring1 ,but ,sir ,launfal sees naught save the grewsome thing1#bi #bge ,the leper1 lank as the rain-blanched bone1 ,that cowered beside him1 a thing as lone ,and white as the ice-isles of ,northern seas ,in the desolate horror of his disease4 ,v ,and ,sir ,launfal said1--,i behold in thee #bhj ,an image of ,him who died on the tree2#cj ,thou also hast had thy crown of thorns1-- ,thou also hast had the world's buffets and scorns4 ,and to thy life were not denied ,the wounds in the hands and feet and side2 #bhe ,mild ,mary's ,son1 acknowledge me2 ,behold1 through him1 ,i give to thee6 ,,vi ,then the soul of the leper stood up in his eyes ,and looked at ,sir ,launfal1 and straightway he ,remembered in what a haughtier guise #bij ,he had flung an alms to leprosie1 ,when he caged his young life up in gilded mail ,and set forth in search of the ,holy ,grail1 ,the heart within him was ashes and dust2 ,he parted in twain his single crust1 #bie ,he broke the ice on the streamlet's brink1 ,and gave the leper to eat and drink2 ',t was a mouldy crust of coarse brown bread1 ',t was water out of a wooden bowl1-- ,yet with fine wheaten bread was the leper fed1 #cjj ,and 't was red wine he drank with his thirsty soul4 ,,vii ,as ,sir ,launfal mused with a downcast face1 ,a light shone round about the place2 ,the leper no longer crouched at his side1 ,but stood before him glorified1 #cje ,shining and tall and fair and straight ,as the pillar that stood by the ,beautiful ,gate1--#ca ,himself the ,gate whereby men can ,enter the temple of ,god in ,man4#cb ,,viii ,his words were shed softer than leaves from the pine1 #caj ,and they fell on ,sir ,launfal as snows on the brine1 ,which mingle their softness and quiet in one ,with the shaggy unrest they float down upon2 ,and the voice that was calmer than silence said1 ,lo1 it is ,i1 be not afraid6 #cae ,in many climes1 without avail1 ,thou has spent thy life for the ,holy ,grail2 ,behold it is here1--this cup which thou ,didst fill at the streamlet for me but now2 ,this crust is my body broken for thee1 #cbj ,this water ,his blood that died on the tree2#cc ,the ,holy ,supper is kept1 indeed1 ,in whatso we share with another's need1-- ,not that which we give1 but what we share1-- ,for the gift without the giver is bare2 #cbe ,who bestows himself with his alms feeds three1-- ,himself1 his hungering neighbor1 and me4 ,,ix ,sir ,launfal awoke1 as from a swound2-- ,the ,grail in my castle here is found6 ,hang my idle armor up on the wall1 #ccj ,let it be the spider's banquet-hall2 ,he must be fenced with stronger mail ,who would seek and find the ,holy ,grail4 ,x ,the castle-gate stands open now1 ,and the wanderer is welcome to the hall #cce ,as the hangbird#cd is to the elm-tree bough1 ,no longer scowl the turrets tall1 ,the ,summer's long siege at last is o'er2 ,when the first poor outcast went in at the door1 ,she entered with him in disguise1 #cdj ,and mastered the fortress by surprise2 ,there is no spot she loves so well on ground4 ,she lingers and smiles there the whole year round2 ,the meanest serf on ,sir ,launfal's land ,has hall and bower at his command2 #cde ,and there's no poor man in the ,north ,countree ,but is lord of the earldom as much as he4 --,lowell4 #a ,just as the organist gets into the spirit of his theme by means of a dreamy prelude1 so the poet by means of this introduction intends to suggest the spirit of the poem that follows4 #b ,sinais4 ,see ,exodus1 xix and xx4 #c ,druid4 ,the druids were the priests of the ancient ,celts4 #d benedicite4 ,blessing1 benediction4 #e ,no matter how engrossed we may be with worldly things1 ,nature is always influencing us for good4 #f shrives4 ,hears confession and grants absolution4 #g ,we give our lives in pursuit of foolish things4 ,the cap and bells was a part of the costume of the court jester4 #h nice4 discriminating1 able to make fine distinctions4 #i chanticleer4 ,a crowing cock4 ,the bird that sings clear4 #aj rifts4 ,literally1 clefts or fissures2 used metaphorically here with reference to the effects of passion and woe on the soul4 #aa ,sir ,launfal4 ,a ,knight of ,king ,arthur's ,round ,table4 #ab ,holy ,grail4 ,according to legend1 the ,holy ,grail is the cup or bowl from which ,christ drank at the ,last ,supper1 and which was used by ,joseph of ,arimathea to receive the blood from ,christ's wounds when his body was removed from the cross4 ,the ,grail was taken to ,england by ,joseph of ,arimathea1 and at his death it remained in the keeping of his descendants4 ,but in the course of time1 owing to the impurity of life of its guardians1 the ,grail disappeared2 and thereafter it appeared only to those whose lives were free from sin4 ,the search for the ,grail was undertaken by many of the knights of the ,round ,table1 but only one knight1 ,sir ,galahad1 was pure enough to see the vision4 #ac rushes4 ,rushes were used in ,mediaeval times to strew the floors of the feudal castles4 #ad ,north ,countree4 ,the north of ,england4 #ae ,pavilion and tent1 as here used1 refer to the trees4 #af ,see ,luke1 xxi1 #a-d4 #ag store4 plenty4 #ah groined4 ,the groin is the line made by the intersection of two arches4 #ai crypt4 ,a subterranean cell or chapel4 #bj relief4 ,figures are said to be in relief when they project or stand out from the ground on which they are formed4 #ba arabesques4 ,a style of ornament1 representing flowers1 fruit1 and foliage1 adopted from the ,arabs4 #bb corbel4 ,a projection from the face of a wall1 supporting an arch or rafter above4 #bc gulf4 ,the opening1 or throat1 of the chimney4 #bd ,yule-log4 ,a great log of wood laid1 in ancient times1 across the hearth-fire on ,christmas ,eve4 #be burden4 refrain4 #bf seneschal4 ,high-steward2 the officer who had charge of feasts and other ceremonies4 #bg surcoat4 ,a cloak worn over the armour of a knight4 ,the surcoat of a ,christian knight1 was generally white1 with a large red cross displayed conspicuously 7blazoned7 upon it4 #bh ,he tried to forget the cold and snow1 by calling to mind pictures of the hot desert4 #bi grewsome4 horrible1 hideous4 #cj tree4 the cross4 #ca ,beautiful ,gate4 ,see ,john1 x1 #g4 #cb temple of ,god in ,man4 ,know ye not that your body is the temple of the ,holy ,ghost8 ,i ,cor41 vi1 #ai4 #cc ,see ,luke1 xxii1 #ai1 #bj4 #cd hangbird4 oriole4 ,,the ,,builders4 ,all are architects of ,fate1 ,working in these walls of ,time1#a ,some with massive deeds and great1 ,some with ornaments of rhyme4 ,nothing useless is1 or low2 #e ,each thing in its plane is best2 ,and what seems but idle show ,strengthens and supports the rest4 ,for the structure that we raise1 ,time is with materials filled2 #aj ,our to-days and yesterdays ,are the blocks with which we build4 ,truly shape and fashion these2 ,leave no yawning gaps between2 ,think not1 because no man sees1 #ae ,such things will remain unseen4 ,in the elder days of ,art1 ,builders wrought with greatest care ,each minute and unseen part2 ,for the ,gods see everywhere4 #bj ,let us do our work as well1 ,both the unseen and the seen2 ,make the house1 where ,gods may dwell1 ,beautiful1 entire and clean4 ,else our lives are incomplete1 #be ,standing in these walls of ,time1 ,broken stairways1 where the feet ,stumble as they seek to climb4 ,build to-day1 then1 strong and sure ,with a firm and ample base #cj ,and ascending and secure ,shall to-morrow find its place4 ,thus alone can we attain ,to those turrets1 where the eye ,sees the world as one vast plain1 #ce ,and one boundless reach of sky4#b --,longfellow4 #a ,the figure seems to be that of a great edifice 7,time7 within which we are building stairways 7our lives7 which enable us to rise to higher levels4 #b ,we gain a broader outlook on life4 ,,british ,,freedom4#a ,it is not to be thought of that the flood ,of ,british freedom1 which1 to the open sea ,of the world's praise1 from dark antiquity ,hath flow'd with pomp of waters unwithstood--#b ,roused though it be full often to a mood1 #e ,which spurns the check of salutary bands1 ,that this most famous stream in bogs and sands ,should perish1#c and to evil and to good ,be lost for ever4 ,in our halls is hung ,armoury of the invincible knights of old3 #aj ,we must be free or die1 who speak the tongue ,that ,shakspeare spake--the faith and morals hold ,which ,milton held4 ,in everything we're sprung ,of earth's first blood1 have titles manifold4 --,wordsworth4 #a ,written in #ahjb or #ahjc1 when an invasion of ,england by ,napoleon was expected4 #b ,this phrase is quoted from a poem by ,daniel1 an ,elizabethan poet4 #c in bogs and sands should perish4 ,should be destroyed by ,napoleon4 ,,the ,,courtship ,,of ,,miles ,,standish4#a ,i ,,miles ,,standish4 ,in the ,old ,colony days1 in ,plymouth the land of the ,pilgrims1#b ,to and fro in a room of his simple and primitive dwelling1 ,clad in doublet#c and hose1 and boots of ,cordovan#d leather1 ,strode1 with a martial air1 ,miles ,standish the ,puritan ,captain4 ,buried in thought he seemed1 with his hands behind him1 and pausing #e ,ever and anon to behold his glittering weapons of warfare4 ,hanging in shining array along the walls of the chamber1-- ,cutlass and corselet#e of steel1 and his trusty sword of ,damascus1#f ,curved at the point and inscribed with its mystical#g ,arabic sentence1 ,while underneath1 in a corner1 were fowling-piece1 musket1 and matchlock4#h #aj ,short of stature he was1 but strongly built and athletic1 ,broad in the shoulders1 deep-chested1 with muscles and sinews of iron2 ,brown as a nut was his face1 but his russet beard was already1 ,flaked with patches of snow1 as hedges sometimes in ,november4 ,near him was seated ,john ,alden1#i his friend and household companion1 #ae ,writing with diligent speed at a table of pine by the window2 ,fair-haired1 azure-eyed1 with delicate ,saxon complexion1 ,having the dew of his youth1 and the beauty thereof1 as the captives ,whom ,saint ,gregory saw1 and exclaimed1 ,not ,angles but ,angels4#aj ,youngest of all was he of the men who came in the ,mayflower4 #bj ,suddenly breaking the silence1 the diligent scribe interrupting1 ,spake1 in the pride of his heart1 ,miles ,standish the ,captain of ,plymouth4 ,look at these arms1 he said1 the warlike weapons that hang here ,burnished and bright and clean1 as if for parade or inspection6 ,this is the sword of ,damascus1 ,i fought with in ,flanders2#aa this breastplate1 #be ,well ,i remember the day6 once saved my life in a skirmish2 ,here in front you can see the very dint of the bullet ,fired point-blank at my heart by a ,spanish arcabucero4#ab ,had it not been of sheer steel1 the forgotten bones of ,miles ,standish ,would at this moment be mould1 in their grave in the ,flemish morasses4 #cj ,thereupon answered ,john ,alden1 but looked not up from his writing3 ,truly the breath of the ,lord hath slackened the speed of the bullet2 ,he in his mercy preserved you1 to be our shield and our weapon6 ,still the ,captain continued1 unheeding the words of the stripling3 ,see1 how bright they are burnished1 as if in an arsenal hanging2 #ce ,that is because ,i have done it myself1 and not left it to others4 ,serve yourself1 would you be well served1 is an excellent adage2 ,so ,i take care of my arms1 as you of your pens and your ink-horn4 ,then1 too1 there are my soldiers1 my great1 invincible army1 ,twelve men1 all equipped1 having each his rest and his matchlock1 #dj ,eighteen shillings a month1 together with diet and pillage1 ,and1 like ,caesar1 ,i know the name of each of my soldiers6 ,this he said with a smile1 that danced in his eyes1 as the sunbeams ,dance on the waves of the sea1 and vanish again in a moment4 ,alden laughed as he wrote1 and still the ,captain continued3 #de ,look6 you can see from this window my brazen howitzer#ac planted ,high on the roof of the church1#ad a preacher who speaks to the purpose1 ,steady1 straightforward1 and strong1 with irresistible logic1 ,orthodox1 flashing conviction right into the hearts of the heathen4 ,now we are ready1 ,i think1 for any assault of the ,indians3 #ej ,let them come1 if they like1 and the sooner they try it the better1-- ,let them come if they like1 be it sagamore1 sachem1 or powwow1#ae ,aspinet1 ,samoset1 ,corbitant1 ,squanto1 or ,tokamahamon6 ,long at the window he stood1 and wistfully gazed on the landscape1 ,washed with a cold gray mist1 the vapory breath of the east wind4 #ee ,forest and meadow and hill1 and the steel-blue rim of the ocean1 ,lying silent and sad1 in the afternoon shadows and sunshine4 ,over his countenance flitted a shadow like those on the landscape1 ,gloom intermingled with light2 and his voice was subdued with emotion1 ,tenderness1 pity1 regret1 as after a pause he proceeded3 #fj ,yonder there1 on the hill by the sea lies buried ,rose ,standish2 ,beautiful rose of love1 that bloomed for me by the wayside6 ,she was the first to die of all who came in the ,mayflower6 ,green above her is growing the field of wheat we have sown there1 ,better to hide from the ,indian scouts the graves of our people1 #fe lest they should count them and see how many already have perished6 ,sadly his face he averted1 and strode up and down and was thoughtful4 ,fixed to the opposite wall was a shelf of books1 and among them ,prominent three1 distinguished alike for bulk and for binding2 ,barriffe's ,artillery ,guide1 and the ,commentaries of ,caesar1 #gj ,out of the ,latin translated by ,arthur ,goldinge of ,london1#af ,and1 as if guarded by these1 between them was standing the ,bible4 ,musing a moment before them1 ,miles ,standish paused1 as if doubtful ,which of the three he should choose for his consolation and comfort1 ,whether the wars of the ,hebrews1 the famous campaigns of the ,romans1 #ge ,or the ,artillery practice1 designed for belligerent ,christians4 ,finally down from its shelf he dragged the ponderous ,roman1 ,seated himself at the window1 and opened the book1 and in silence ,turned o'er the well-worn leaves1 where thumb-marks thick on the margin1 ,like the trample of feet proclaimed the battle was hottest4 #hj ,nothing was heard in the room but the hurrying pen of the stripling1 ,busily writing epistles important1 to go by the ,mayflower1#ag ,ready to sail on the morrow1 or next day at latest1 ,god willing6 ,homeward bound with the tidings of all that terrible winter1 ,letters written by ,alden1 and full of the name of ,priscilla1#ah #he ,full of the name and the fame of the ,puritan maiden ,priscilla6 ,,ii ,,love ,,and ,,friendship4 ,nothing was heard in the room but the hurrying pen of the stripling1 ,or an occasional sigh from the laboring heart of the ,captain1 ,reading the marvellous words and achievements of ,julius ,caesar4 ,after a while he exclaimed1 as he smote with his hand1 palm downwards1 #ij ,heavily on the page3 ,a wonderful man was this ,caesar6 ,you are a writer1 and ,i am a fighter1 but here is a fellow ,who could both write and fight1 and in both was equally skilful6 ,straightway answered and spake ,john ,alden1 the comely1 the youthful3 ,yes1 he was equally skilled1 as you say1 with his pen and his weapons4 #ie ,somewhere have ,i read1 but where ,i forget1 he could dictate ,seven letters at once1 at the same time writing his memoirs4 ,truly1 continued1 the ,captain1 not heeding or hearing the other1 ,truly a wonderful man was ,caius ,julius ,caesar6 ,better be first1 he said1 in a little ,iberian village1 #ajj ,than be second in ,rome1#ai and ,i think he was right when he said it4 ,twice was he married before he was twenty1 and many times after1 ,battles five hundred he fought1 and a thousand cities he conquered2 ,he1 too1 fought1 in ,flanders1 as he himself has recorded2 ,finally he was stabbed by his friend1 the orator ,brutus6 #aje ,now1 do you know what he did on a certain occasion in ,flanders1 ,when the rear-guard of his army retreated1 the front giving way too1 ,and the immortal ,twelfth ,legion was crowded so closely together ,there was no room for their swords8 ,why1 he seized a shield from a soldier1 ,put himself straight at the head of his troops1 and commanded the captains1 #aaj ,calling on each by his name1 to order forward the ensigns2 ,then to widen the ranks1 and give more room for their weapons2 ,so he won the day1 the battle of something-or-other4 ,that's what ,i always say2 if you wish a thing to be well done1 ,you must do it yourself1 you must not leave it to others6 #aae ,all was silent again2 the ,captain continued his reading4 ,nothing was heard in the room but the hurrying pen of the stripling ,writing epistles important to go next day by the ,mayflower1 ,filled with the name and the fame of the ,puritan maiden ,priscilla2 ,every sentence began or closed with the name of ,priscilla1 #abj ,till the treacherous pen1 to which he confided the secret1 ,strove to betray it by singing and shouting the name of ,priscilla6 ,finally closing his book1 with a bang of the ponderous cover1 ,sudden and loud as the sound of a soldier grounding his musket1 ,thus to the young man spake ,miles ,standish the ,captain of ,plymouth3 #abe ,when you have finished your work1 ,i have something important to tell you4 ,be not however in haste2 ,i can wait1 ,i shall not be impatient6 ,straightway ,alden replied1 as he folded the last of his letters1 ,pushing his papers aside1 and giving respectful attention3 ,speak3 for whenever you speak1 ,i am always ready to listen4 #acj ,always ready to hear whatever pertains to ,miles ,standish4 ,thereupon answered the ,captain1 embarrassed1 and culling his phrases2 ',t is not good for a man to be alone1 say the ,scriptures4#bj ,this ,i have said before1 and again and again ,i repeat it2 ,every hour in the day1 ,i think it1 and feel it1 and say it4 #ace ,since ,rose ,standish died1 my life has been weary and dreary1 ,sick at heart have ,i been1 beyond the healing of friendship4 ,oft in my lonely hours have ,i thought of the maiden ,priscilla4 ,she is alone in the world2 her father and mother and brother ,died in the winter together2 ,i saw her going and coming1 #adj ,now to the grave of the dead1 and now to the bed of the dying4 ,patient1 courageous1 and strong1 and said to myself1 that if ever ,there were angels on earth1 as there are angels in heaven1 ,two have ,i seen and known1 and the angel whose name is ,priscilla ,holds in my desolate life the place which the other abandoned4 #ade ,long have ,i cherished the thought1 but never have dared to reveal it1 ,being a coward in this1 though valiant enough for the most part4 ,go to the damsel ,priscilla1 the loveliest maiden of ,plymouth1 ,say that a blunt old ,captain1 a man not of words but of actions1 ,offers his hand and his heart1 the hand and heart of a soldier4 #aej ,not in these words1 you know1 but this in short is my meaning2 ,i am a maker of war1 and not a maker of phrases1 ,you1 who are bred as a scholar1 can say it in elegant language1 ,such as you read in your books of the pleadings and wooings of lovers1 ,such as you think best adapted to win the heart of a maiden4 #aee ,when he had spoken1 ,john ,alden1 the fair-haired1 taciturn stripling1 ,all aghast at his words1 surprised1 embarrassed1 bewildered1 ,trying to mask his dismay by treating the subject with lightness1 ,trying to smile1 and yet feeling his heart stand still in his bosom4 ,just as a timepiece stops in a house that is stricken by lightning4 #afj ,thus made answer and spake1 or rather stammered than answered3 ,such a message as that1 ,i am sure ,i should mangle and mar it2 ,if you would have it well done1--,i am only repeating your maxim1-- ,you must do it yourself1 you must not leave it to others6 ,but with the air of a man whom nothing can turn from his purpose #afe ,gravely shaking his head1 made answer the ,captain of ,plymouth3 ,truly the maxim is good1 and ,i do not mean to gainsay it2 ,but we must use it discreetly1 and not waste powder for nothing4 ,now1 as ,i said before1 ,i was never a maker of phrases4 ,i can march up to a fortress and summon the place to surrender1 #agj ,but march up to a woman with such a proposal1 ,i dare not4 ,i'm not afraid of bullets1 nor shot from the mouth of a cannon1 ,but of a thundering ',no6' point-blank from the mouth of a woman1 ,that ,i confess ,i'm afraid of1 nor am ,i ashamed to confess it6 ,so you must grant my request1 for you are an elegant scholar1 #age ,having the graces of speech1 and skill in the turning of phrases1 ,taking the hand of his friend2 who still was reluctant and doubtful1 ,holding it long in his own1 and pressing it kindly1 he added3 ,though ,i have spoken thus lightly1 yet deep is the feeling that prompts me2 ,surely you cannot refuse what ,i ask in the name of our friendship6 #ahj ,then made answer ,john ,alden3 ,the name of friendship is sacred2 ,what you demand in that name1 ,i have not the power to deny you6 ,so the strong will prevailed1 subduing and moulding the gentler1 ,friendship prevailed over love1 and ,alden went on his errand4 ,,iii ,,the ,,lover',s ,,errand4 ,so the strong will prevailed1 and ,alden went on his errand1 #ahe ,out of the street of the village1 and into the paths of the forest1 ,into the tranquil woods1 where bluebirds and robins were building ,towns in the populous trees1 with hanging gardens of verdure1 ,peaceful1 aerial cities of joy and affection1 and freedom6 ,all around him was calm1 but within him commotion and conflict1 #aij ,love contending with friendship1 and self with each generous impulse4 ,to and fro in his breast his thoughts were heaving and dashing1 ,as in a foundering ship1 with every roll of the vessel1 ,washes the bitter sea1 the merciless surge of the ocean6 ,must ,i relinquish it all1 he cried with a wild lamentation1-- #aie ,must ,i relinquish it all1 the joy1 the hope1 the illusion8#ba ,was it for this ,i have loved1 and waited1 and worshipped in silence6 ,was it for this ,i have followed the flying feet and the shadow ,over the wintry sea1 to the desolate shores of ,new ,england8 ,truly the heart is deceitful1 and out of its depths of corruption #bjj ,rise1 like an exhalation1 the misty phantoms of passion2 ,angels of light they seem1 but are only delusions of ,satan4 ,all is clear to me now2 ,i feel it1 ,i see it distinctly6 ,this is the hand of the ,lord2 it is laid upon me in anger1 ,for ,i have followed too much the heart's desires and devices1 #bje ,worshipping ,astaroth blindly1 and impious idols of ,baal4#bb ,this is the cross ,i must bear2 the sin and the swift retribution4 ,so through the ,plymouth woods ,john ,alden went1 on his errand2 ,crossing the brook at the ford1 where it brawled over pebble and shallow1 ,gathering still1 as he went1 the ,mayflowers#bc blooming around him1 #baj ,fragrant1 filling the air with a strange and wonderful sweetness1 ,children lost in the woods1 and covered with leaves in their slumber4 ,puritan flowers1 he said1 and the type of ,puritan maidens1 ,modest and simple and sweet1 the very type of ,priscilla6 ,so ,i will take them to her2 to ,priscilla the ,mayflower of ,plymouth1 #bae ,modest and simple and sweet1 as a parting gift will ,i take them2 ,breathing their silent farewells1 as they fade and wither and perish1 ,soon to be thrown away as is the heart of the giver4 ,so through the ,plymouth woods ,john ,alden went on his errand2 ,came to an open space1 and saw the disk of the ocean1 #bbj ,sailless1 sombre and cold with the comfortless breath of the east-wind2 ,saw the new-built house1 and people at work in a meadow2 ,heard1 as he drew near the door1 the musical voice of ,priscilla ,singing the hundredth ,psalm1 the grand old ,puritan anthem1 ,music that ,luther sang to the sacred words of the ,psalmist1 #bbe ,full of the breath of the ,lord1 consoling and comforting many4 ,then1 as he opened the door1 he beheld the form of the maiden1 ,seated beside her wheel1 and the carded wool like a snow-drift ,piled at her knee1 her white hands feeding the ravenous spindle1 ,while with her foot on the treadle she guided the wheel in its motion4 #bcj ,open wide on her lap lay the well-worn psalm-book of ,ainsworth1#cd ,printed in ,amsterdam1 the words and the music together1 ,rough-hewn1 angular notes1 like stones in the wall of a churchyard1 ,darkened and overhung by the running vine of the verses4 ,such was the book from whose pages she sang the old ,puritan anthem1 #bce ,she1 the ,puritan girl1 in the solitude of the forest1 ,making the humble house and the modest apparel of homespun ,beautiful with her beauty1 and rich with the wealth of her being6 ,over him rushed1 like a wind that is keen and cold and relentless1 ,thoughts of what might have been1 and the weight and woe of his errand2 #bdj ,all the dreams that had faded1 and all the hopes that had vanished1 ,all his life henceforth a dreary and tenantless mansion1 ,haunted by vain regrets1 and pallid1 sorrowful faces4 ,still he said to himself1 and almost fiercely he said it1 ,let not him that putteth his hand to the plough look backwards2#ce #bde ,though the ploughshare cut through the flowers of life to its fountains1 ,though it pass o'er the graves of the dead and the hearths of the living1 ,it is the will of the ,lord1 and his mercy endureth forever6 ,so he entered the house2 and the hum of the wheel and the singing ,suddenly ceased2 for ,priscilla1 aroused by his step on the threshold1 #bej ,rose as he entered and gave him her hand1 in signal of welcome1 ,saying1 ,i knew it was you1 when ,i heard your step in the passage2 ,for ,i was thinking of you1 as ,i sat there singing and spinning4 ,awkward and dumb with delight1 that a thought of him had been mingled ,thus in the sacred psalm1 that came from the heart of the maiden1 #bee ,silent before her he stood1 and gave her the flowers for an answer1 ,finding no words for his thought4 ,he remembered that day in the winter1 ,after the first great snow1 when he broke a path from the village1 ,reeling and plunging along through the drifts that encumbered the doorway1 ,stamping the snow from his feet as he entered the house1 and ,priscilla #bfj ,laughed at his snowy locks1 and gave him a seat by the fireside1 ,grateful and pleased to know he had thought of her in the snow-storm4 ,had he but spoken then6 perhaps not in vain had he spoken2 ,now it was all too late2 the golden moment had vanished6 ,so he stood there abashed1 and gave her the flowers for an answer4 #bfe ,then they sat down and talked of the birds and the beautiful ,spring-time2 ,talked of their friends at home1 and the ,mayflower that sailed on the morrow4 ,i have been thinking all day1 said gently the ,puritan maiden1 ,dreaming all night1 and thinking all day1 of the hedge-rows of ,england1-- ,they are in blossom now1 and the country is all like a garden2 #bgj ,thinking of lanes and fields1 and the song of the lark and the linnet1 ,seeing the village street1 and familiar faces of neighbors ,going about as of old1 and stopping to gossip together1 ,and1 at the end of the street1 the village church1 with the ivy ,climbing the old gray tower1 and the quiet graves in the churchyard4 #bge ,kind are the people ,i live with1 and dear to me my religion2 ,still my heart is so sad1 that ,i wish myself back in ,old ,england4 ,you will say it is wrong1 but ,i cannot help it3 ,i almost ,wish myself back in ,old ,england1 ,i feel so lonely and wretched4 ,thereupon answered the youth3 ,indeed ,i do not condemn you2 #bhj ,stouter hearts than a woman's have quailed in this terrible winter4 ,yours is tender and trusting1 and needs a stronger to lean on2 ,so ,i have come to you now1 with an offer and proffer of marriage ,made by a good man and true1 ,miles ,standish the ,captain of ,plymouth6 ,thus he delivered his message1 the dexterous writer of letters1-- #bhe ,did not embellish the theme1 nor array it in beautiful phrases1 ,but came straight to the point1 and blurted it out like a school-boy2 ,even the ,captain himself could hardly have said it more bluntly4 ,mute with amazement and sorrow1 ,priscilla the ,puritan maiden ,looked into ,alden's face1 her eyes dilated with wonder1 #bij ,feeling his words like a blow1 that stunned her and rendered her speechless2 ,till at length she exclaimed1 interrupting the ominous silence3 ,if the great ,captain of ,plymouth is so very eager to wed me1 ,why does he not come himself1 and take the trouble to woo me8 ,if ,i am not worth the wooing1 ,i surely am not worth the winning6 #bie ,then ,john ,alden began explaining and smoothing the matter1 ,making it worse as he went1 by saying the ,captain was busy1-- ,had no time for such things2--such things6 the words grated harshly ,fell on the ear of ,priscilla2 and swift as a flash she made answer3 ,has he no time for such things1 as you call it1 before he is married1 #cjj ,would he be likely to find it1 or make it1 after the wedding8 ,that is the way with you men2 you don't understand us1 you cannot4 ,when you have made up your minds1 after thinking of this one and that one1 ,choosing1 selecting1 rejecting1 comparing one with another1 ,then you make known your desire1 with abrupt and sudden avowal1 #cje ,and are offended and hurt1 and indignant1 perhaps1 that a woman ,does not respond at once to a love that she never suspected1 ,does not attain at a bound the height to which you have been climbing4 ,this is not right nor just1 for surely a woman's affection ,is not a thing to be asked for1 and had for only the asking4 #caj ,when one is truly in love1 one not only says it1 but shows it ,had he but waited awhile1 had he only showed that he loved me1 ,even this ,captain of yours--who knows8--at last might have won me1 ,old and rough as he is1 but now it never can happen4 ,still ,john ,alden went on1 unheeding the words of ,priscilla1 #cae ,urging the suit of his friend1 explaining1 persuading1 expanding2 ,spoke of his courage and skill1 and of all his battles in ,flanders1 ,how with the people of ,god he had chosen to suffer affliction1 ,how1 in return for his zeal1 they had made him ,captain of ,plymouth2 ,he was a gentleman born1 could trace his pedigree plainly #cbj ,back to ,hugh ,standish of ,duxbury ,hall1 in ,lancashire1 ,england1 ,who was the son of ,ralph2 and the grandson of ,thurston de ,standish2 ,heir unto vast estates1 of which he was basely defrauded1 ,still bore the family arms1 and had for his crest a cock argent ,combed and wattled gules1#bf and all the rest of the blazon4 #cbe ,he was a man of honor1 of noble and generous nature2 ,though he was rough1 he was kindly2 she knew how during the winter ,he had attended the sick1 with a hand as gentle as woman's2 ,somewhat hasty and hot1 he could not deny it1 and headstrong1 ,stern as a soldier might be1 but hearty1 and placable always1 #ccj ,not to be laughed at and scorned1 because he was little of stature2 ,for he was great of heart1 magnanimous1 courtly1 courageous2 ,any woman in ,plymouth1 nay1 any woman in ,england1 ,might be happy and proud to be called the wife of ,miles ,standish6 ,but as he warmed and glowed1 in his simple and eloquent language1 #cce ,quite forgetful of self1 and full of the praise of his rival1 ,archly the maiden smiled1 and1 with eyes overrunning with laughter1 ,said1 in a tremulous voice1 ,why don't you speak for yourself1 ,john8 ,,iv ,,john ,,alden4 ,into the open air ,john ,alden1 perplexed and bewildered1 ,rushed like a man insane1 and wandered alone by the sea-side1 #cdj ,paced up and down the sands1 and bared his head to the east-wind1 ,cooling his heated brow1 and the fire and fever within him4 ,slowly1 as out of the heavens1 with apocalyptical splendors1 ,sank the ,city of ,god1 in the vision of ,john the ,apostle1#bg ,so1 with its cloudy walls of chrysolite1 jasper1 and sapphire1 #cde ,sank the broad red sun1 and over its turrets uplifted ,glimmered the golden reed of the angel who measured the city4 ,welcome1 ,o wind of the ,east6 he exclaimed in his wild exultation1 ,welcome1 ,o wind of the ,east1 from the caves of the misty ,atlantic6 ,blowing o'er fields of dulse1#ch and measureless meadows of sea-grass1 #cej ,blowing o'er rocky wastes1 and the grottos and gardens of ocean6 ,lay thy cold1 moist hand on my burning forehead1 and wrap me ,close in thy garments of mist1 to allay the fever within me6 ,like an awakened conscience1 the sea was moaning and tossing1 ,beating remorseful and loud the mutable sands of the sea-shore1 #cee ,fierce in his soul was the struggle and tumult of passions contending2 ,love triumphant and crowned1 and friendship wounded and bleeding1 ,passionate cries of desire1 and importunate pleadings of duty6 ,is it my fault1 he said1 that the maiden has chosen between us8 ,is it my fault that he failed1--my fault that ,i am the victor8 #cfj ,then within him there thundered a voice1 like the voice of the ,prophet3 ,it hath displeased the ,lord6--and he thought of ,david's transgression1#bi ,bathsheba's beautiful face1 and his friend in the front of the battle6 ,shame and confusion of guilt1 and abasement and self-condemnation1 ,overwhelmed him at once2 and he cried in the deepest contrition3 #cfe ,it hath displeased the ,lord6 ,it is the temptation of ,satan6 ,then1 uplifting his head1 he looked at the sea1 and beheld there ,dimly the shadowy form of the ,mayflower riding at anchor1 ,rocked on the rising tide1 and ready to sail on the morrow2 ,heard the voices of men through the mist1 the rattle of cordage #cgj ,thrown on the deck1 the shouts of the mate1 and the sailors' ,ay1 ay1 ,sir6 ,clear and distinct1 but not loud1 in the dripping air of the twilight4 ,still for a moment he stood1 and listened1 and stared at the vessel1 ,then went hurriedly on1 as one who1 seeing a phantom1 ,stops1 then quickens his pace1 and follows the beckoning1 shadow4 #cge ,yes1 it is plain1 to me now1 he murmured2 the hand of the ,lord is ,leading me out of the land of darkness1 the bondage of error1 ,through the sea1 that shall lift the walls of its waters around me1 ,hiding me1 cutting me off1 from the cruel thoughts that pursue me4 ,back will ,i go o'er the ocean1 this dreary land will abandon1 #chj ,her whom ,i may not love1 and him whom my heart has offended4 ,better to be in my grave in the green old churchyard in ,england1 ,close by my mother's side1 and among the dust of my kindred2 ,better be dead and forgotten1 than living in shame and dishonor6 ,sacred and safe and unseen1 in the dark of the narrow chamber #che ,with me my secret shall lie1 like a buried jewel that glimmers ,bright on the hand that is dust1 in the chambers of silence and darkness1-- ,yes1 as the marriage ring of the great espousal hereafter6 ,thus as he spake1 he turned1 in the strength of his strong resolution1 ,leaving behind him the shore1 and hurried along in the twilight1 #cij ,through the congenial gloom of the forest silent and sombre1 ,till he beheld the lights in the seven houses of ,plymouth1 ,shining like seven stars in the dusk and mist of the evening4 ,soon he entered his door1 and found the redoubtable ,captain ,sitting alone1 and absorbed in the martial pages of ,caesar1 #cie ,fighting some great campaign in ,hainault or ,brabant or ,flanders4#cj ,long have you been on your errand1 he said with a cheery demeanor1 ,even as one who is waiting an answer1 and fears not the issue4 ,not far off is the house1 although the woods are between us2 ,but you have lingered so long1 that while you were going and coming #djj ,i have fought ten battles and sacked and demolished a city4 ,come1 sit down1 and in order relate to me all that has happened4 ,then ,john ,alden spake1 and related the wondrous adventure ,from beginning to end1 minutely1 just as it happened2 ,how he had seen ,priscilla1 and how he had sped in his courtship1 #dje ,only smoothing a little1 and softening down her refusal4 ,but when he came at length to the words ,priscilla had spoken1 ,words so tender and cruel1 ,why don't you speak for yourself1 ,john8 ,up leaped the ,captain of ,plymouth1 and stamped on the floor1 till his armor ,clanged on the wall1 where it hung1 with a sound of sinister omen4 #daj ,all his pent-up wrath burst forth in a sudden explosion1 ,e'en as a hand-grenade1#ca that scatters destruction around it4 ,wildly he shouted1 and loud3 ,john ,alden6 you have betrayed me6 ,me1 ,miles ,standish1 your friend6 have supplanted1 defrauded1 betrayed me6 ,one of my ancestors ran his sword through the heart of ,wat ,tyler2#cb #dae ,who shall prevent me from running my own through the heart of a traitor8 ,yours is the greater treason1 for yours is a treason to friendship6 ,you1 who lived under my roof1 whom ,i cherished and loved as a brother2 ,you1 who have fed at my board1 and drunk at my cup1 to whose keeping ,i have intrusted my honor1 my thoughts the most sacred and secret1-- #dbj ,you1 too1 ,brutus6 ah1 woe to the name of friendship hereafter6 ,brutus was ,caesar's friend1 and you were mine1 but hence-forward ,let there be nothing between us save war1 and implacable hatred6 ,so spake the ,captain of ,plymouth1 and strode about in the chamber1 ,chafing and choking with rage1 like cords were the veins on his temples4 #dbe ,but in the midst of his anger a man appeared at the doorway1 ,bringing in uttermost haste a message of urgent importance1 ,rumors of danger and war and hostile incursions of ,indians6 ,straightway the ,captain paused1 and1 without further question or parley1 ,took from the nail on the wall his sword with its scabbard of iron1 #dcj ,buckled the belt round his waist1 and1 frowning fiercely1 departed4 ,alden was left alone4 ,he heard the clank of the scabbard ,growing fainter and fainter1 and dying away in the distance4 ,then he arose from his seat1 and looked forth into the darkness1 ,felt the cool air blow on his cheek1 that was hot with the insult1 #dce ,lifted his eyes to the heavens1 and1 folding his hands as in childhood1 ,prayed in the silence of night to the ,father who seeth in secret4 ,meanwhile the choleric ,captain strode wrathful away to the council1 ,found it already assembled1 impatiently waiting his coming2 ,men in the middle of life1 austere and grave in deportment1 #ddj ,only one of them old1 the hill that was nearest to heaven1 ,covered with snow1 but erect1 the excellent ,elder of ,plymouth4#cc ,god had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for this planning1 ,then had sifted the wheat1 as the living seed of a nation2 ,so say the chronicles' old1 and such is the faith of the people6 #dde ,near them was standing an ,indian1 in attitude stern and defiant1 ,naked down to the waist1 and grim and ferocious in aspect2 ,while on the table before them was lying unopened a ,bible1 ,ponderous1 bound in leather1 brass-studded1 printed in ,holland1 ,and beside it outstretched the skin of a rattlesnake glittered1 #dej ,filled1 like a quiver1 with arrows3 a signal and challenge of warfare1 ,brought by the ,indian1 and speaking with arrowy tongues of defiance4 ,this ,miles ,standish beheld1 as he entered1 and heard them debating ,what were an answer befitting the hostile message and menace1 ,talking of tins and of that1 contriving1 suggesting1 objecting2 #dee ,one voice only for peace1 and that the voice of the ,elder1 ,judging it wise and well that some at least were converted1 ,rather than any were slain1 for this was but ,christian behavior6 ,then out spake ,miles ,standish1 the stalwart ,captain of ,plymouth1 ,muttering deep in his throat1 for his voice was husky with anger1 #dfj ,what6 do you mean to make war with milk and the water of roses8 ,is it to shoot red squirrels you have your howitzer planted ,there on the roof of the church1 or is it to shoot red devils8 ,truly the only tongue that is understood by a savage ,must be the tongue of fire that speaks from the mouth of the cannon6 #dfe ,thereupon answered and said the excellent ,elder of ,plymouth1 ,somewhat amazed and alarmed at this irreverent language3 ,not so thought ,saint ,paul1 nor yet the other ,apostles2 ,not from the cannon's mouth were the tongues of fire they spake with6#cd ,but unheeded fell this mild rebuke on the ,captain1 #dgj ,who had advanced to the table1 and thus continued discoursing3 ,leave this matter to me1 for to me by right it pertaineth4 ,war is a terrible trade2 but in the cause that is righteous1 ,sweet is the smell of powder1 and thus ,i answer the challenge6 ,then from the rattlesnake's skin1 with a sudden1 contemptuous gesture1 #dge ,jerking the ,indian arrows1 he filled it with powder and bullets ,full to the very jaws1 and handed it back to the savage1 ,saying1 in thundering tones2 ,here1 take it6 this is your answer6 ,silently out of the room then glided the glistening savage1 ,bearing the serpent's skin1 and seeming himself like a serpent1 #dhj ,winding his sinuous way in the dark to the depths of the forest4 ,v ,,the ,,sailing ,,of ,,the ,,mayflower4 ,just in the gray of the dawn1 as the mists uprose from the meadows1 ,there was a stir and a sound in the slumbering village of ,plymouth2 ,clanging and clicking of arms1 and the order imperative1 ,forward6 ,given in tone suppressed1 a tramp of feet1 and then silence4 #dhe ,figures ten1 in the mist1 marched slowly out of the village4 ,standish the stalwart it was1 with eight of his valorous army1 ,led by their ,indian guide1 by ,hobomok1 friend of the white men1 ,northward marching to quell the sudden revolt of the savage4 ,giants they seemed in the mist1 or the mighty men of ,king ,david2 #dij ,giants in heart they were1 who believed in ,god and the ,bible1-- ,ay1 who believed in the smiting of ,midianites and ,philistines1 ,over them gleamed far off the crimson banners of morning2 ,under them loud on the sands1 the serried billows1 advancing1 ,fired along the line1 and in regular order retreated4 #die ,many a mile had they marched1 when at length the village of ,plymouth ,woke from its sleep1 and arose1 intent on its manifold labors4 ,sweet was the air and soft2 and slowly the smoke from the chimneys ,rose over roofs of thatch1 and pointed steadily eastward2 ,men came forth from the doors1 and paused and talked of the weather1 #ejj ,said that the wind had changed1 and was blowing fair for the ,mayflower2 ,talked of their ,captain's departure1 and all the dangers that menaced1 ,he being gone1 the town1 and what should be done in his absence4 ,merrily sang the birds1 and the tender voices of women ,consecrated with hymns the common cares of the household4 #eje ,out of the sea rose the sun1 and the billows rejoiced at his coming2 ,beautiful were his feet on the purple tops of the mountains1 ,beautiful on the sails of the ,mayflower riding at anchor1 ,battered and blackened and worn by all the storms of the winter4 ,loosely against her masts was hanging and flapping her canvas1 #eaj ,rent by so many gales1 and patched by the hands of the sailors4 ,suddenly from her side1 as the sun rose over the ocean1 ,darted a puff of smoke1 and floated seaward2 anon rang ,loud over field and forest the cannon's roar1 and the echoes ,heard and repeated the sound1 the signal-gun of departure6 #eae ,ah6 but with louder echoes replied the hearts of the people6 ,meekly1 in voices subdued1 the chapter was read from the ,bible1 ,meekly the prayer was begun1 but ended in fervent entreaty6 ,then from their houses in haste came forth the ,pilgrims of ,plymouth1 ,men and women and children1 all hurrying down to the seashore1 #ebj ,eager1 with tearful eyes1 to say farewell to the ,mayflower1 ,homeward bound o'er the sea1 and leaving them here in the desert4 ,foremost among them was ,alden4 ,all night he had lain without slumber1 ,turning and tossing about in the heat and unrest of his fever4 ,he had beheld ,miles ,standish1 who came back late from the council1 #ece ,stalking into the room1 and heard him mutter and murmur1 ,sometimes it seemed a prayer1 and sometimes it sounded like swearing4 ,once he had come to the bed1 and stood there a moment in silence2 ,then he had turned away1 and said3 ,i will not awake him2 ,let him sleep on1 it is best2 for what is the use of more talking6 #ecj ,then he extinguished the light1 and threw himself down on his pallet1 ,dressed as he was1 and ready to start at the break of the morning1-- ,covered himself with the cloak he had worn in his campaigns in ,flanders1-- ,slept as a soldier sleeps in his bivouac1 ready for action4 ,but with the dawn he arose2 in the twilight ,alden beheld him #ece ,put on his corselet of steel1 and all the rest of his armor1 ,buckle about his waist his trusty blade of ,damascus1 ,take from the corner his musket1 and so stride out of the chamber4 ,often the heart of the youth had burned and yearned to embrace him1 ,often his lips had essayed to speak1 imploring for pardon2 #edj ,all the old friendship came back with its tender and grateful emotions2 ,but his pride overmastered the nobler nature within him1-- ,pride1 and the sense of his wrong1 and the burning fire of the insult4 ,so he beheld his friend departing in anger1 but spake not1 ,saw him go forth to danger1 perhaps to death1 and he spake not6 #ede ,then he arose from his bed1 and heard what the people were saying1 ,joined in the talk at the door1 with ,stephen and ,richard and ,gilbert1#ce ,joined in the morning prayer1 and in the reading of ,scripture1 ,and1 with the others1 in haste went hurrying down to the sea-shore1 ,down to the ,plymouth ,rock1 that had been to their feet as a doorstep #eej ,into a world unknown1--the corner-stone of a nation6 ,there with his boat was the ,master1 already a little impatient ,lest he should lose the tide1 or the wind might shift to the eastward1 ,square-built1 hearty1 and strong1 with an odor of ocean about him1 ,speaking with this one and that1 and cramming letters and parcels #eee ,into his pockets capacious1 and messages mingled together ,into his narrow brain1 till at last he was wholly bewildered4 ,nearer the boat stood ,alden1 with one foot placed on the gunwale1#cf ,one still firm on the rock1 and talking at times with the sailors1 ,seated erect on the thwarts1#cg all ready and eager for starting1 #efj ,he too was eager to go1 and thus put an end to his anguish1 ,thinking to fly from despair1 that swifter than keel is or canvas1 ,thinking to drown in the sea the ghost that would rise and pursue him4 ,but as he gazed on the crowd1 he beheld the form of ,priscilla ,standing dejected among them1 unconscious of all that was passing4 #efe ,fixed were her eyes upon his1 as if she divined his intention1 ,fixed with a look so sad1 so reproachful1 imploring1 and patient1 ,that with a sudden revulsion his heart recoiled from its purpose1 ,as from the verge of a crag1 where one step more is destruction4 ,strange is the heart of man1 with its quick1 mysterious instincts6 #egj ,strange is the life of man1 and fatal or fated are moments1 ,whereupon turn1 as on hinges1 the gates of the wall adamantine#ch ,here ,i remain6 he exclaimed1 as he looked at the heavens above him1 ,thanking the ,lord whose breath had scattered the mist and the madness1 ,wherein1 blind and lost1 to death he was staggering headlong4 #ege ,yonder snow-white cloud1 that floats in the ether above me1 ,seems like a hand that is pointing1 and beckoning over the ocean4 ,there is another hand1 that is not so spectral and ghost-like1 ,holding me1 drawing me back1 and clasping mine for protection4 ,float1 ,o hand of cloud1 and vanish away in the ether6 #ehj ,roll thyself up like a fist1 to threaten1 and daunt me2 ,i heed not ,either your warning or menace1 or any omen of evil6 ,there is no land so sacred1 no air so pure and so wholesome1 ,as is the air she breathes1 and the soil that is pressed by her footsteps4 ,here for her sake will ,i stay1 and like an invisible presence #ehe ,hover around her forever1 protecting1 supporting her weakness2 ,yes6 as my foot was the first that stepped on this rock at the landing1 ,so1 with the blessing of ,god1 shall it be the last at the leaving6 ,meanwhile the ,master alert1 but with dignified air and important1 ,scanning with watchful eye the tide and the wind and the weather1 #eij ,walked about on the sands1 and the people crowded around him ,saying a few last words1 and enforcing his careful remembrance4 ,then1 taking each by the hand1 as if he were grasping a tiller1 ,into the boat he sprang1 and in haste shoved off to his vessel1 ,glad in his heart to get rid of all this worry and flurry1 #eie ,glad to be gone from a land of sand and sickness and sorrow1 ,short allowance of victual1 and plenty of nothing but ,gospel6 ,lost in the sound of the oars was the last farewell of the ,pilgrims4 ,o strong hearts and true6 not one went back in the ,mayflower6 ,no1 not one looked back1 who had set his hand to this ploughing6 #fjj ,soon we heard on board the shouts and songs of the sailors ,heaving the windlass round1 and hoisting the ponderous anchor4 ,then the yards#ci were braced1 and all sails set to the west-wind1 ,blowing steady and strong1 and the ,mayflower sailed from the harbor1 ,rounded the point of the ,gurnet1#dj and leaving far to the southward #fje ,island and cape of sand1 and the ,field of the ,first ,encounter1#da ,took the wind on her quarter1 and stood for the open ,atlantic1 ,borne on the sand of the sea1 and the swelling hearts of the ,pilgrims4 ,long in silence they watched1 the receding sail of the vessel1 ,much endeared to them all1 as something living and human2 #faj ,then1 as it filled with the spirit1 and wrapped in a vision prophetic1 ,baring his hoary head1 the excellent ,elder of ,plymouth4 ,said1 ,let us pray6 and they prayed1 and thanked the ,lord and took courage4 ,mournfully sobbed the waves at the base of the rock1 and above them ,bowed and whispered the wheat on the hill of death1 and their kindred #fae ,seemed to awake in their graves1 and to join in the prayer that they uttered4 ,sun-illumined and white1 on the eastern verge of the ocean ,gleamed the departing sail1 like a marble slab in a graveyard2 ,buried beneath it lay forever all hope of escaping1 ,lo6 as they turned to depart1 they saw the form of an ,indian1 #fbj ,watching them from the hill2 but while they spake with each other1 ,pointing with outstretched hands1 and saying1 ,look6 he had vanished4 ,so they returned to their homes2 but ,alden lingered a little1 ,musing alone on the shore1 and watching the wash of the billows ,round the base of the rock1 and the sparkle and flash of the sunshine1 #fbe ,like the spirit of ,god1 moving visibly over the waters4#db ,,vi ,,priscilla4 ,thus for a while he stood1 and mused by the shore of the ocean1 ,thinking of many things1 and most of all of ,priscilla2 ,and as if thought had the power to draw to itself1 like the loadstone1 ,whatsoever it touches1 by subtile laws of its nature1 #fcj ,lo6 as he turned to depart1 ,priscilla was standing beside him4 ,are you so much offended1 you will not speak to me8 said she4 ,am ,i so much to blame1 that yesterday1 when you were pleading ,warmly the cause of another1 my heart1 impulsive and wayward1 ,pleaded your own1 and spake out1 forgetful perhaps of decorum8 #fce ,certainly you can forgive me for speaking so frankly1 for saying ,what ,i ought not to have said1 yet now ,i can never unsay it2 ,for there are moments in life1 when the heart is so full of emotion1 ,that if by chance it be shaken1 or into its depths like a pebble ,drops some careless word1 it overflows1 and its secret1 #fdj ,spilt on the ground like water1 can never be gathered together4 ,yesterday ,i was shocked1 when ,i heard you speak of ,miles ,standish1 ,praising his virtues1 transforming his very defects into virtues1 ,praising his courage and strength1 and even his fighting in ,flanders1 ,as if by fighting alone you could win the heart of a woman1 #fde ,quite overlooking yourself and the rest1 in exalting your hero4 ,therefore ,i spake as ,i did1 by an irresistible impulse4 ,you will forgive me1 ,i hope1 for the sake of the friendship between us1 ,which is too true and too sacred to be so easily broken6 ,thereupon answered ,john ,alden1 the scholar1 the friend of ,miles ,standish3 #fej ,i was not angry with you1 with myself alone ,i was angry1 ,seeing how badly ,i managed the matter ,i had in my keeping4 ,no6 interrupted the maiden1 with answer prompt1 and decisive2 ,no2 you were angry with me1 for speaking so frankly and freely4 ,i was wrong1 ,i acknowledge2 for it is the fate of a woman #fee ,long to be patient and silent1 to wait like a ghost that is speechless1 ,till some questioning voice dissolves the spell of its silence4 ,hence is the inner life of so many suffering women ,sunless and silent and deep1 like subterranean rivers ,running through caverns of darkness1 unheard1 unseen1 and unfruitful1 #ffj ,chafing their channels of stone1 with endless and profitless murmurs4 ,thereupon answered ,john ,alden1 the young man1 the lover of women3 ,heaven forbid it1 ,priscilla2 and truly they seem to me always ,more like the beautiful rivers that watered the garden of ,eden1#dc ,more like the river ,euphrates1 through deserts of ,havilah flowing1 #ffe ,filling the land with delight1 and memories sweet of the garden6 ,ah1 by these words1 ,i can see1 again interrupted the maiden1 ,how very little you prize me1 or care for what ,i am saying4 ,when from the depths of my heart1 in pain and with secret misgiving1 ,frankly ,i speak to you1 asking for sympathy only and kindness1 #fgj ,straightway you take up my words1 that are plain and direct and in earnest1 ,turn them away from their meaning1 and answer with flattering phrases4 ,this is not right1 is not just1 is not true to the best that is in you2 ,for ,i know and esteem you1 and feel that your nature is noble1 ,lifting mine up to a higher1 a more ethereal level4 #fge ,therefore ,i value your friendship1 and feel it perhaps the more keenly ,if you say aught that implies ,i am only as one among many1 ,if you make use of those common and complimentary phrases ,most men think so fine1 in dealing and speaking with women1 ,but which women reject as insipid1 if not as insulting4 #fhj ,mute and amazed was ,alden2 and listened and looked at ,priscilla1 ,thinking he never had seen her more fair1 more divine in her beauty4 ,he who but yesterday pleaded so glibly the cause of another1 ,stood there embarrassed and silent1 and seeking in vain for an answer4 ,so the maiden went on1 and little divined or imagined #fhe ,what was at work in his heart1 that made him so awkward and speechless4 ,let us1 then1 be what we are1 and speak what we think1 and in all things ,keep ourselves loyal to truth1 and the sacred professions of friendship4 ,it is no secret ,i tell you1 nor am ,i ashamed to declare it3 ,i have liked to be with you1 to see you1 to speak with you always4 #fij ,so ,i was hurt at your words1 and a little affronted to hear you ,urge me to marry your friend1 though he were the ,captain ,miles ,standish4 ,for ,i must tell you the truth3 much more to me is our friendship ,than all the love he could give1 were he twice the hero you think him4 ,then she extended her hand1 and ,alden1 who eagerly grasped it1 #fie ,felt all the wounds in his heart1 that were aching and bleeding so sorely1 ,healed by the touch of that hand1 and he said1 with a voice full of feeling3 ,yes1 we must ever be friends2 and of all who offer you friendship ,let me be ever the first1 the truest1 the nearest and dearest6 ,casting a farewell look at the glimmering sail of the ,mayflower #gjj ,distant1 but still in sight1 and sinking below the horizon1 ,homeward together they walked1 with a strange1 indefinite feeling1 ,that all the rest had departed and left them alone in the desert4 ,but1 as they went through the fields in the blessing and smile of the sunshine1 ,lighter grew their hearts1 and ,priscilla said very archly3 #gje ,now that our terrible ,captain has gone in pursuit of the ,indians1 ,where he is happier far than he would be commanding a household1 ,you may speak boldly1 and tell me of all that happened between you1 ,when you returned last night1 and said how ungrateful you found me4 ,thereupon answered ,john ,alden1 and told her the whole of the story1-- #gaj ,told her his own despair1 and the direful wrath of ,miles ,standish4 ,whereat the maiden smiled1 and said between laughing and earnest1 ,he is a little chimney1 and heated hot in a moment6 ,but as he gently rebuked her1 and told her how he had suffered1-- ,how he had even determined to sail that day in the ,mayflower1 #gae ,and had remained for her sake1 on hearing the dangers that threatened1-- ,all her manner was changed1 and she said with a faltering accent1 ,truly ,i thank you for this3 how good you have been to me always6 ,thus1 as a pilgrim devout1 who toward ,jerusalem journeys1 ,taking three steps in advance1 and one reluctantly backward1 #gcj ,urged by importunate zeal1 and withheld by pangs of contrition2 ,slowly but steadily onward1 receding yet ever advancing1 ,journeyed this ,puritan youth to the ,holy ,land of his longings1 ,urged by the fervor of love1 and withheld by remorseful misgivings4 ,,vii ,,the ,,march ,,of ,,miles ,,standish4#dd ,meanwhile the stalwart ,miles ,standish was marching steadily northward1 #gbe ,winding through forest and swamp1 and along the trend of the sea-shore1 ,all day long1 with hardly a halt1 the fire of his anger ,burning and crackling within1 and the sulphurous odor of powder ,seeming more sweet to his nostrils than all the scents of the forest4 ,silent and moody he went1 and much he revolved his discomfort2 #gcj ,he who was used to success1 and to easy victories always1 ,thus to be flouted1 rejected1 and laughed to scorn by a maiden1 ,thus to be mocked and betrayed by the friend whom most he had trusted6 ,ah6 't was too much to be borne1 and he fretted and chafed in his armor6 ,i alone am to blame1 he muttered1 for mine was the folly4 #gce ,what has a rough old soldier1 grown grim and gray in the harness1 ,used to the camp and its ways1 to do with the wooing of maidens8 ',t was but a dream1--let it pass1--let it vanish like so many others6 ,what ,i thought was a flower1 is only a weed1 and is worthless2 ,out of my heart will ,i pluck it1 and throw it away1 and henceforward #gdj ,be but a fighter of battles1 a lover and wooer of dangers4 ,thus he revolved in his mind his sorry defeat and discomfort1 ,while he was marching by day or lying at night in the forest1 ,looking up at the trees and the constellations beyond them4 ,after a three days' march he came to an ,indian encampment #gde ,pitched on the edge of a meadow1 between the sea and the forest2 ,women at work by the tents1 and warriors1 horrid with war-paint1 ,seated about a fire and smoking and talking together2 ,who1 when they saw from afar the sudden approach of the white men1 ,saw the flash of the sun on breastplate and sabre and musket1 #gej ,straightway leaped to their feet1 and two1 from among them advancing1 ,came to parley with ,standish1 and offer him furs as a present2 ,friendship was in their looks1 but in their hearts there was hatred4 ,braves of the tribe were these1 and brothers1 gigantic in stature1 ,huge as ,goliath of ,gath1 or the terrible ,og1 king of ,bashan2#de #gee ,one was ,pecksuot named1 and the other was called ,wattawamat4 ,round their necks were suspended their knives in scabbards of wampum1#df ,two-edged1 trenchant knives1 with points as sharp as a needle4 ,other arms had they none1 for they were running and crafty4 ,welcome1 ,english6 they said1--these words they had learned from the traders #gfj ,touching at times on the coast1 to barter1 and chaffer for peltries4#dg ,then in their native tongue they began to parley with ,standish1 ,through his guide and interpreter1 ,hoborook1 friend of the white man1 ,begging for blankets and knives1 but mostly for muskets and powder1 ,kept by the white man1 they said1 concealed1 with the plague1 in his cellars1 #gfe ,ready to be let loose1 and destroy his brother the red man6 ,but when ,standish refused1 and said he would give them the ,bible1 ,suddenly changing their tone1 they began to boast and to bluster4 ,then ,wattawamat advanced with a stride in front of the other1 ,and1 with a lofty demeanor1 thus vauntingly spake to the ,captain3 #ggj ,now ,wattawamat can see1 by the fiery eyes of the ,captain1 ,angry is he in his heart2 but the heart of the brave ,wattawamat ,is not afraid at the sight4 ,he was not born of a woman ,but on a mountain1 at night1 from an oak-tree riven by lightning1 ,forth he sprang at a bound1 with all his weapons about him1 #gge ,shouting1 ',who is there here to fight with the brave ,wattawamat8' ,then he unsheathed his knife1 and1 whetting the blade on his left hand1 ,held it aloft and displayed a woman's face on the handle1 ,saying1 with bitter expression and look of sinister meaning3 ,i have another at home1 with the face of a man on the handle1 #ghj ,by and by they shall marry2 and there will be plenty of children6 ,then stood ,pecksuot forth1 self-vaunting1 insulting ,miles ,standish2 ,while with his fingers he patted the knife that hung at his bosom1 ,drawing it half from his sheath1 and plunging it back1 as he muttered1 ,by and by it shall see2 it shall eat2 ah1 ha6 but shall speak not6 #ghe ,this is the mighty ,captain the white men have sent to destroy us6 ,he is a little man2 let him go and work with the women6 ,meanwhile ,standish had noted the faces and figures of ,indians ,peeping and creeping about from bush to tree in the forest1 ,feigning to look for game1 with arrows set on their bowstrings1 #gij ,drawing about him still closer and closer the net of their ambush4 ,but undaunted he stood1 and dissembled and treated them smoothly2 ,so the old chronicles say1 that were writ in the days of the fathers4 ,but when he heard their defiance1 the boast1 the taunt and the insult1 ,all the hot blood of his race1 of ,sir ,hugh and of ,thurston de ,standish1 #gie ,boiled and beat in his heart1 and swelled in the veins of his temples4 ,headlong he leaped on the boaster1 and1 snatching his knife from its scabbard1 ,plunged it into his heart1 and1 reeling backward1 the savage ,fell with his face to the sky1 and a fiendlike fierceness upon it4 ,straight there arose from the forest the awful sound of the war-whoop1 #hjj ,and1 like a flurry of snow on the whistling wind of ,december1 ,swift and sudden and keen came a flight of feathery arrows4 ,then came a cloud of smoke1 and out of the cloud came the lightning1 ,out of the lightning thunder2 and death unseen ran before it4 ,frightened the savages fled for shelter in swamp and in thicket1 #hje ,hotly pursued and beset2 but their sachem1 the brave ,wattawamat1 ,fled not2 he was dead4 ,unswerving and swift had a bullet ,passed through his brain1 and he fell with both hands clutching the greensward1 ,seeming in death to hold back from his foe the land of his fathers4 ,there on the flowers of the meadow the warriors lay1 and above them1 #haj ,silent1 with folded arms1 stood ,hobomok1 friend of the white man4 ,smiling at length he exclaimed to the stalwart ,captain of ,plymouth3 ,pecksuot bragged very loud1 of his courage1 his strength and his stature1-- ,mocked the great ,captain1 and called him a little man2 but ,i see now ,big enough have you been to lay him speechless before you6 #hae ,thus the first battle was fought1 and won by the stalwart ,miles ,standish4 ,when the tidings thereof were brought to the village of ,plymouth1 ,and as a trophy of war the head of the brave ,wattawamat ,scowled from the roof of the fort1 which at once was a church and a fortress1 ,all who beheld it rejoiced1 and praised the ,lord1 and took courage4 #hbj ,only ,priscilla averted her face from this spectre of terror1 ,thanking ,god in her heart that she had not married ,miles ,standish2 ,shrinking1 fearing almost1 lest1 coming home from his battles1 ,he should lay claim to her hand1 as the prize and reward of his valor4 ,,viii ,,the ,,spinning ,,wheel4 ,month after month passed away1 and in1 autumn the ships of the merchants #hbe ,game with kindred and friends1 with cattle and corn for the ,pilgrims4 ,all in the village was peace2 the men were intent on their labors1 ,busy with hewing and building1 with garden-plot and with merestead1#dh ,busy with breaking the glebe1 and mowing the grass in the meadows1 ,searching the sea for its fish1 and hunting the deer in the forest4 #hcj ,all in the village was peace2 but at times the rumor of warfare ,filled the air with alarm1 and the apprehension of danger4 ,bravely the stalwart ,standish was scouring the land with his forces1 ,waxing valiant in fight and defeating the alien armies1 ,till his name had become a sound of fear to the nations4 #hce ,anger was still in his heart1 but at times the remorse and contrition ,which in all noble natures succeed the passionate outbreak1 ,came like a rising tide1 that encounters the rush of a river1 ,staying its current awhile1 but making it bitter and brackish4#di ,meanwhile ,alden at home had built him a new habitation1 #hdj ,solid1 substantial1 of timber rough-hewn from the firs of the forest4 ,wooden-barred was the door1 and the roof was covered with rushes2 ,latticed the windows were1 and the window-panes were of paper1 ,oiled to admit the light1 while wind and rain were excluded4 ,there too he dug a well1 and around it planted an orchard3 #hde ,still may be seen to this day some trace of the well and the orchard4 ,close to the house was the stall1 where1 safe and secure from annoyance1 ,raghorn1 the snow-white bull1 that had fallen to ,alden's allotment ,in the division of cattle1 might ruminate in the night-time ,over the pastures he cropped1 made fragrant by sweet pennyroyal4 #hej ,oft when his labor was finished1 with eager feet would the dreamer ,follow the pathway that ran through the woods to the house of ,priscilla1 ,led by illusions romantic and subtile deceptions of fancy1 ,pleasure disguised as duty1 and love in the semblance of friendship4 ,ever of her he thought1 when he fashioned the walls of his dwelling2 #hee ,ever of her he thought1 when he delved in the soil of his garden2 ,ever of her he thought1 when he read in his ,bible on ,sunday ,praise of the virtuous woman1 as she is described in the ,proverbs1-- ,how the heart of her husband doth safely trust in her always1 ,how all the days of her life she will do him good1 and not evil1 #hfj ,how she seeketh the wool and the flax and worketh with gladness1 ,how she layeth her hand to the spindle and holdeth the distaff1 ,how she is not afraid of the snow for herself or her household1 ,knowing her household are clothed with the scarlet cloth of her weaving6 ,so as she sat at her wheel one afternoon in the ,autumn1 #hfe ,alden1 who opposite sat1 and was watching her dexterous fingers1 ,as if the thread she was spinning were that of his life and his fortune1 ,after a pause in their talk1 thus spake to the sound of the spindle4 ,truly1 ,priscilla1 he said1 when ,i see you spinning and spinning1 ,never idle a moment1 but thrifty and thoughtful of others1 #hgj ,suddenly you are transformed1 are visibly changed in a moment2 ,you are no longer ,priscilla1 but ,bertha the ,beautiful ,spinner4#ej ,here the light foot on the treadle grew swifter and swifter2 the spindle ,uttered an angry snarl1 and the thread snapped short in her fingers2 ,while the impetuous speaker1 not heeding the mischief1 continued #hge ,you are the beautiful ,bertha2 the spinner1 the queen of ,helvetia2#ea ,she whose story ,i read at a stall#eb in the streets of ,southampton1 ,who1 as she rode on her palfrey1 o'er valley and meadow and mountain1 ,ever was spinning her thread from a distaff#eb fixed to her saddle4 ,she was so thrifty and good1 that her name passed into a proverb4 #hhj ,so shall it be with your own1 when the spinning-wheel shall no longer ,hum in the house of the farmer1 and fill its chambers with music4 ,then shall the mothers1 reproving1 relate how it was in their childhood1 ,praising the good old times1 and the days of ,priscilla the spinner6 ,straight uprose from her wheel the beautiful ,puritan maiden1 #hhe ,pleased with the praise of her thrift from him whose praise was the sweetest1 ,drew from the reel on the table a snowy skein of her spinning1 ,thus making answer1 meanwhile1 to the flattering phrases of ,alden3 ,come1 you must not be idle2 if ,i am a pattern for housewives1 ,show yourself equally worthy of being the model of husbands4 #hij ,hold this skein on your hands1 while ,i wind it1 ready for knitting2 ,then who knows but hereafter1 when fashions have changed and the manners1 ,fathers may talk to their sons of the good old times of ,john ,alden6 ,thus1 with a jest and a laugh1 the skein on his hands she adjusted1 ,he sitting awkwardly there1 with his arms extended before him1 #hie ,she standing graceful1 erect1 and winding the thread from his fingers1 ,sometimes chiding a little his clumsy manner of holding1 ,sometimes touching his hands1 as she disentangled expertly ,twist or knot in the yarn1 unawares--for how could she help it8-- ,sending electrical thrills through every nerve in his body4 #ijj ,lo6 in the midst of this scene1 a breathless messenger entered1 ,bringing in hurry and heat the terrible news from the village4 ,yes2 ,miles ,standish was dead6--an ,indian had brought them the tidings1-- ,slain by a poisoned arrow1 shot down in the front of the battle1 ,into an ambush beguiled1 cut off with the whole of his forces2 #ije ,all the town would be burned1 and all the people be murdered6 ,such were the tidings of evil that burst on the hearts of the hearers4 ,silent and statue-like stood ,priscilla1 her face looking backward ,still at the face of the speaker1 her arms uplifted in horror2 ,but ,john ,alden upstarting1 as if the barb of the arrow #iaj ,piercing the heart of his friend had struck his own1 and sundered ,once and forever the bonds that held him bound as a captive1 ,wild with excess of sensation1 the awful delight of his freedom1 ,mingled with pain and regret1 unconscious of what he was doing1 ,clasped1 almost with a groan1 the motionless form of ,priscilla1 #iae ,pressing her close to his heart1 as forever his own1 and exclaiming3 ,those whom the ,lord hath united1 let no man put them asunder6 ,even as rivulets twain1 from distant and separate sources1 ,seeing each other afar1 as they leap from the rocks1 and pursuing1 ,each one its devious path1 but drawing nearer and hearer1 #icj ,rush together at last1 at their trysting-place in the forest2 ,so these lives that had run thus far in separate channels1 ,coming in sight of each other1 then swerving and flowing asunder1 ,parted by barriers strong1 but drawing nearer and nearer1 ,rushed together at last1 and one was lost in the other4 #ibe ,,ix ,,the ,,wedding-,,day4 ,forth from the curtain of clouds1 from the tent of purple and scarlet1 ,issued the sun1 the great ,high-,priest1#ed in his garments resplendent1 ,holiness unto the ,lord1 in letters of light1 on his forehead1 ,round the hem of his robe the golden bells and pomegranates4 ,blessing the world he came1 and the bars of vapor beneath him #icj ,gleamed like a grate of brass1 and the sea at his feet was a laver6#ee ,this was the wedding morn of ,priscilla the ,puritan maiden4 ,friends were assembled together2 the ,elder and ,magistrate also ,graced the scene with their presence1 and stood like the ,law and the ,gospel1 ,one with the sanction of earth and one with the blessing of heaven4 #ice ,simple and brief was the wedding as that of ,ruth and of ,boaz4#ef ,softly the youth and the maiden repeated the words of betrothal1 ,taking each other for husband and wife in the ,magistrate's presence1 ,after the ,puritan way1 and the laudable custom of ,holland1 ,fervently then and devoutly1 the excellent ,elder of ,plymouth #idj ,prayed for the hearth and the home1 that were founded that day in affection1 ,speaking of life and of death and imploring ,divine benedictions4 ,lo6 when the service was ended1 a form appeared on the threshold1 ,clad in armor of steel1 a sombre and sorrowful figure6 ,why does the bridegroom start and stare at the strange apparition8 #ide ,why does the bride turn pale1 and hide her face on his shoulder8 ,is it a phantom of air1--a bodiless1 spectral illusion8 ,is it a ghost from the grave1 that has come to forbid the betrothal8 ,long had it stood there unseen1 a guest uninvited1 unwelcomed2 ,over its clouded eyes there had passed at times an expression #iej ,softening the gloom and revealing the warm heart hidden beneath them1 ,as when across the sky the driving rack#eg of the rain cloud ,grows for a moment thin1 and betrays the sun by its brightness4 ,once it had lifted its hand1 and moved its lips1 but was silent1 ,as if an iron will had mastered the fleeting intention4 #iee ,but when were ended the troth and the prayer and the last benediction1 ,into the room it strode1 and the people beheld1 with amazement ,bodily there in his armor1 ,miles ,standish1 the ,captain of ,plymouth6 ,grasping the bridegroom's hand1 he said with emotion1 ,forgive me6 ,i have been angry and hurt1--too long have ,i cherished the feeling2 #ifj ,i have been cruel and hard1 but now1 thank ,god6 it is ended4 ,mine is the same hot blood that leaped in the veins of ,hugh ,standish1 ,sensitive1 swift to resent1 but as swift in atoning for error4 ,never so much as now was ,miles ,standish the friend of ,john ,alden4 ,thereupon answered the bridegroom3 ,let all be forgotten between us1-- #ife ,all save the dear old friendship1 and that shall grow older and dearer6 ,then the ,captain advanced1 and1 bowing1 saluted ,priscilla1 ,gravely1 and after the manner of old-fashioned gentry in ,england1 ,something of camp and of court1 of town and of country1 commingled1 ,wishing her joy of her wedding1 and loudly lauding her husband4 #igj ,then he said with a smile3 ,i should have remembered the adage1-- ,if you would be well served1 you must serve yourself2 and moreover1 ,no man can gather cherries in ,kent at the season of ,christmas6#eh ,great was the people's amazement1 and greater yet their rejoicing1 ,thus to behold once more the sunburnt face of their ,captain1 #ige ,whom they had mourned as dead1 and they gathered and crowded about him1 ,eager to see him1 and hear him1 forgetful of bride and of bridegroom1 ,questioning1 answering1 laughing1 and each interrupting the other1 ,till the good ,captain declared1 being quite overpowered and bewildered1 ,he had rather by far break into an ,indian encampment1 #ihj ,than come again to a wedding to which he had not been invited4 ,meanwhile the bridegroom went forth and stood with the bride at the doorway1 ,breathing the perfumed air of that warm and beautiful morning4 ,touched with autumnal tints1 but lonely and sad in the sunshine1 ,lay extended before them the land of toil and privation2 #ihe ,there were the graves of the dead1 and the barren waste of the sea-shore4 ,there the familiar fields1 the groves of pine1 and the meadows2 ,but to their eyes transfigured1 it seemed as the ,garden of ,eden1 ,filled with the presence of ,god1 whose voice was the sound of the ocean4 ,soon was their vision disturbed by the noise and stir of departure1 #iij ,friends coming forth from the house1 and impatient of longer delaying1 ,each with his plan for the day1 and the work that was left uncompleted4 ,then from a stall near at hand1 amid exclamations of wonder1 ,alden the thoughtful1 the careful1 so happy1 so proud of ,priscilla1 ,brought out his snow-white bull1 obeying the hand of its master4 #iie ,led by a cord that was tied to an iron ring in its nostrils1 ,covered with crimson cloth1 and a cushion placed for a saddle4 ,she should not walk1 he said1 through the dust and heat of the noonday2 ,nay1 she should ride like a queen1 not plod along like a peasant4 ,somewhat alarmed at first1 but reassured by the others1 #ajjj ,placing her hand on the cushion1 her foot in the hand of her husband1 ,gayly1 with joyous laugh1 ,priscilla mounted her palfrey4 ,nothing is wanting now1 he said with a smile1 but the distaff2 ,then you would be in truth my queen1 my beautiful ,bertha6 ,onward the bridal procession now moved to their new habitation1 #ajje ,happy husband and wife1 and friends conversing together4 ,pleasantly murmured the brook1 as they crossed the ford in the forest1 ,pleased with the image that passed1 like a dream of love through its bosom1 ,tremulous1 floating in air1 o'er the depths of the azure abysses4 ,down through the golden leaves the sun was pouring his splendors1 #ajaj ,gleaming on purple grapes1 that1 from branches above them suspended1 ,mingled their odorous breath with the balm of the pine and the fir-tree4 ,wild and sweet as the clusters that grew in the valley of ,eshcol4#ei ,like a picture it seemed of the primitive1 pastoral ages1 ,fresh with the youth of the world1 and recalling ,rebecca and ,isaac1#fj #ajae ,old and yet ever new1 and simple and beautiful always1 ,love immortal and young in the endless succession of lovers4 ,so through the ,plymouth woods passed onward the bridal procession4 --,longfellow4 #a ,miles ,standish was born about #aehj1 the son of a ,lancashire gentleman of a large estate4 ,he entered the army of ,queen ,elizabeth and served for some time in the ,netherlands4 ,there he met the congregation of ,english ,puritans with their pastor1 ,robinson1 and although he did not become a member of their ,church1 he sailed with them in the ,mayflower in #afbj4 ,he was entrusted with the defence of the new colony1 and held1 besides1 other offices of trust in the community4 ,in #ahcj he removed from ,plymouth and settled in ,duxbury1 where he died in #afef4 #b ,the ,mayflower1 in which the ,pilgrim ,fathers set sail for ,america1 reached ,cape ,cod in ,november1 #afbj4 ,some weeks were spent in exploring the coast1 but finally1 towards the end of ,december1 the ,mayflower anchored in ,plymouth ,harbour1 and it was decided that they should make a landing and found a settlement there4 ,the name of ,old ,colony was for a long time applied to the settlement about ,plymouth4 #c doublet4 ,a close-fitting garment for men1 covering the body from the neck to the waist4 #d ,cordovan leather4 ,a goatskin leather1 prepared in ,cordova1 ,spain4 #e ,cutlass4 ,a short curved sword used by sailors4 corselet4 ,armour for the body2 breastplate4 #f ,damascus4 ,a city in ,syria1 famous for its steel blades4 #g mystical4 ,obscure and mysterious in meaning4 #h fowling-piece4 ,a light gun used for shooting birds4 matchlock4 ,an old-fashioned gun1 fired by means of a match4 ,this match was generally made of twisted cord which would hold the flame4 #i ,john ,alden had been taken aboard the vessel at ,southampton1 as a cooper4 ,he was free to return to ,england on the ,mayflower1 but decided to share the fortunes of the ,puritans4 #aj ,a monk named ,gregory1 in the sixth century1 seeing some fair-haired youths in the slave market at ,rome1 enquired as to their nationality4 ,he was told that they were ,angles4 ,non ,angli1 sed ,angeli1 said ,gregory4 ,they have the faces of ,angels1 not of ,angles4 #aa ,flanders1 part of the ,netherlands1 in ,europe4 #ab arcabucero4 ,literally1 archer2 here1 musketeer1 #ac howitzer4 ,a small cannon4 #ad ,the following is from an account of ,plymouth ,colony in #afbg3 ,upon the hill they have a large square house with a flat roof stayed with oak beams1 upon the top of which they have six cannons1 commanding the surrounding country4 ,the lower part they use for their ,church1 where they preach on ,sundays and the usual holidays4 ,they assemble by beat of drum1 each with his musket or firelock1 in front of the ,captain's door2 they have their cloaks on and place themselves in order three abreast1 and are led by a sergeant without beat of drum4 ,behind comes the ,governor in a long robe2 beside him on the right hand comes the preacher1 and on the left hand the ,captain1 and so they march in good order1 and each sets his arms down near him4 ,thus they are constantly on their guard night and day4 #ae sagamore4 ,an ,indian chief of the second rank2 sachem1 a chief of the first rank2 pow-wow1 a conjurer or medicine-man4 #af ,goldinge4 ,a well-known translator of the ,elizabethan age4 #ag ,the ,mayflower set sail for ,england on ,april #e1 #afba4 #ah ,priscilla ,mullins 7or ,molines7 was the daughter of ,william ,mullins1 who died in the ,february following the landing of the ,pilgrims4 #ai;,in his journey1 as he was crossing the ,alps and passing by a small village of the barbarians with but few inhabitants1 and those wretchedly poor1 his companions asked the question among themselves by way of mockery if there were any canvassing for offices there2 any contention which should be uppermost1 or feuds of great men one against another4 ,to which ,caesar made answer seriously1 ',for my part ,i had rather be the first man among these fellows1 than the second man in ,rome4' ,plutarch's ,life of ,caesar1 ,a4 ,h4 ,clough's translation4 #bj ,genesis1 ii1 #ah4 #ba illusion4 ,an illusion is a misleading or deceptive appearance4 ,the happiness that he had looked forward to was turning out to be false and unreal4 #bb ,baal and ,astaroth were the two chief divinities of the ,phoenicians1 male and female respectively4 ,to worship ,baal and ,astaroth is to give oneself up to worldly desires and pleasures4 #bc ,the ,mayflower1 in ,england1 is the hawthorn2 in the ,new ,england ,states1 the trailing arbutus4 #bd ,ainsworth4 ,a clergyman and scholar who was persecuted on account of his religious belief1 and sought refuge in ,holland4 #be ,luke1 ix1 #fb4 #bf ,terms used in heraldry4 #bg ,see ,revelation1 xxi and xxii4 ,an apocalypse is a revelation1 and the term is generally applied to the ,book of ,revelation4 #bh dulse4 ,coarse red seaweed1 sometimes used as food4 #bi ,,ii ,samuel1 xii1 #c4 #cj ,districts of the ,netherlands4 #ca hand-grenade4 ,a ball or shell filled with explosives1 and thrown by the hand4 #cb ,wat ,tyler4 ,the leader of the peasant revolt in ,england in #acha4 #cc ,elder ,william ,brewster4 #cd ,see ,acts ii1 #a-d4 #ce ,stephen ,hopkins1 ,richard ,warren1 ,gilbert ,winslow4 #cf gunwale4 ,the upper edge of a boat's side4 #cg thwarts4 ,seats1 crossing from one side of the boat to the other4 #ch adamantine4 ,that cannot be broken2 hence fate is the wall adamantine4 #ci yards4 ,the spars supporting the sails4 #dj ,gurnet4 ,a headland near ,plymouth4 #da ,the place where the ,pilgrims had their first encounter with the ,indians1 ,december #h1 #afbj4 #db ,see ,genesis1 i1 #b4 #dc ,see ,genesis1 ii1 #aj-ad4 #dd ,the account of the march of ,miles ,standish is based on the ,new ,england chronicles4 #de ,see ,i ,samuel1 xvii1 and ,numbers1 xxi4 #df wampum4 ,beads made of shells1 and used by the ,indians both for money and for ornament4 #dg to chaffer for peltries4 ,to trade in skins or furs4 #dh merestead4 ,a bounded lot4 #di brackish4 saltish4 #ej ,the chief character in a ,german legend4 #ea ,helvetia4 ,switzerland #eb stall4 ,a booth1 or shop4 #ec distaff4 ,the staff for holding the flax or wool from which the thread is spun4 #ed ,see ,exodus xxviii1 for the references in this description4 #ee laver4 ,a brazen vessel in the court or a ,jewish tabernacle1 where the priests washed their hands and feet4 #ef ,book of ,ruth1 chapter iv4 #eg rack4 vapor4 #eh ,an ,english proverb4 #ei ,eshcol4 ,when ,moses sent spies into the land of ,canaan1 they came unto the brook of ,eshcol1 and cut down from thence a branch with one cluster of grapes1 and they bare it between two upon a staff4 #fj ,see ,genesis1 xxiv4 ,,sohrab ,,and ,,rustum4 ,the story of ,sohrab and ,rustum is based on an episode related in the ,shahnamah1 or ,book of ,kings1 by ,firdusi1 the epic poet of ,persia4 ,the chief hero of the ,shahnamah is ,rustum1 the ,hercules of ,persian mythology4 ,rustum was the son of ,zal1 a renowned ,persian warrior4 ,when a mere child1 he performed many wonderful deeds requiring great strength and valor4 ,he became the champion of his people1 restored the ,persian king to his throne1 and defeated ,afrasiab1 the great ,turanian1 or ,tartar1 leader1 who had invaded ,persia4 ,during a hunting expedition in ,turan1 his renowned horse ,ruksh was stolen from him1 and in order to recover it1 he was forced to call on the ,king of ,samangam1 a neighbouring city4 ,the king welcomed him1 and gave him his daughter ,tahminah1 in marriage4 ,before the birth of his child1 however1 ,rustum was called back to ,persia1 but he left with ,tahminah a charm1 or amulet1 by which he might be able to recognize his offspring4 ,when ,sohrab1 the son1 was born1 the mother1 fearing that ,rustum would return and take him away from her to bring him up as a soldier1 sent word that a daughter had been born to him4 ,rustum1 accordingly1 did not return to ,samangam1 but remained in ignorance of ,sohrab4 ,in the meantime1 as ,sohrab grew1 up he became a great warrior1 and having learned that the renowned ,rustum was his father1 he longed to meet him1 that he might fight for him and help to make him king4 ,at length the opportunity came4 ,the army of ,afrasiab1 under the command of ,peran-,wisa1 invaded ,persia once more1 and ,sohrab accompanied the host4 ,the ,persians prepared to meet the invaders1 and the two armies met at the river ,oxus1 which formed the boundary between the two kingdoms4 ,it is at this point that the story of ,sohrab and ,rustum begins4 ,sohrab wakes in the early morning1 and passes through the sleeping army to the tent of old ,peran-,wisa1 his chief4 ,and the first grey of morning fill'd the east1 ,and the fog rose out of the ,oxus#a stream4 ,but all the ,tartar#b camp along the stream ,was hush'd1 and still the men were plunged in sleep3 ,sohrab alone1 he slept not3 all night long #e ,he had lain wakeful1 tossing on his bed2 ,but when the grey dawn stole into his tent1 ,he rose1 and clad himself1 and girt his sword1 ,and took his horseman's cloak1 and left his tent1 ,and went abroad into the cold wet fog1 #aj ,through the dim camp to ,peran-,wisa's#c tent4 ,through the black ,tartar tents he pass'd1 which stood ,clustering like bee-hives on the low flat strand ,of ,oxus1 where the summer floods o'erflow ,when the sun melts the snows in high ,pamere3#d #ae ,through the black tents he pass'd1 o'er that low strand1 ,and to a hillock came a little back ,from the stream's brink1 the spot where first a boat1 ,crossing the stream in summer1 scrapes the land4 ,the men of former times had crown'd the top #bj ,with a clay fort3 but that was fall'n2 and now ,the ,tartars built there ,peran-,wisa's tent1 ,a dome of laths1 and o'er it felts were spread4 ,and ,sohrab came there1 and went in1 and stood ,upon the thick-pil'd carpets in the tent1 #be ,and found the old man sleeping on his bed ,of rugs and felts1 and near him lay his arms4 ,and ,peran-,wisa heard him1 though the step ,was dull'd2 for he slept light1 an old man's sleep2 ,and he rose quickly on one arm1 and said3-- #cj ,peran-,wisa wakes and asks the reason of his coming4 ,sohrab proposes to settle the battle by a duel with a champion selected by the ,persians4 ,by this plan ,rustum would hear of it1 and father and son meet at last4 ,who art thou8 for it is not yet clear dawn4 ,speak6 is there news1 or any night alarm8 ,but ,sohrab came to the bedside and said3-- ,thou know'st me1 ,peran-,wisa3 it is ,i4 ,the sun is not yet risen1 and the foe #ce ,sleep2 but ,i sleep not1 all night long ,i lie ,tossing and wakeful1 and ,i come to thee4 ,for so did ,king ,afrasiab#e bid me seek ,thy counsel1 and to heed thee as thy son1 ,in ,samarcand1#f before the army march'd1 #dj ,and ,i will tell thee what my heart desires4 ,thou knowest if1 since from ,ader-baijan#g first ,i came among the ,tartars1 and bore arms1 ,i have still serv'd ,afrasiab well1 and shown1 ,at my boy's years1 the courage of a man4 #de ,this too thou know'st1 that1 while ,i still bear on ,the conquering ,tartar ensigns through the world1 ,and beat the ,persians back on every field1 ,i seek one man1 one man1 and one alone4 ,rustum1 my father2 who1 ,i hop'd should greet1 #ej ,should one day greet1 upon some well-fought field ,his not unworthy1 not inglorious son4 ,so ,i long hop'd1 but him ,i never find4 ,come then1 hear now1 and grant me what ,i ask1 ,let the two armies rest to-day3 but ,i #ee ,will challenge forth the bravest ,persian lords ,to meet me1 man to man3 if ,i prevail1 ,rustum will surely hear it2 if ,i fall-- ,old man1 the dead need no one1 claim no kin4 ,dim is the rumour of a common fight1 #fj ,where host meets host1 and many names are sunk3 ,but of a single combat ,fame speaks clear4 ,he spoke3 and ,peran-,wisa took the hand ,of the young man in his1 and sigh'd1 and said3-- ,o ,sohrab1 an unquiet heart is thine6 #fe ,canst thou not rest among the ,tartar chiefs1 ,and share the battle's common chance with us ,who love thee1 but must press forever first1 ,in single fight incurring single risk1 ,to find a father thou hast never seen8 #gj ,or1 if indeed this one desire rules all1 ,to seek out ,rustum--seek him not through fight3 ,seek him in peace1 and carry to his arms1 ,o ,sohrab1 carry an unwounded son6 ,but far hence seek him1 for he is not here4 #ge ,for now it is not as when ,i was young1 ,when ,rustum was in front of every fray3 ,but now he keeps apart1 and sits at home1 ,in ,seistan1#h with ,zal1 his father old4 ,whether that his own mighty strength at last #hj ,feels the abhorr'd approaches of old age2 ,or in some quarrel with the ,persian ,king4#i ,there go3--,thou wilt not8 ,yet my heart forebodes ,danger or death awaits thee on this field4 ,fain would ,i know thee safe and well1 though lost #he ,to us3 fain therefore send thee hence1 in peace ,to seek thy father1 not seek single fights ,in vain3--but who can keep the lion's cub ,from ravening8 and who govern ,rustum's son8 ,go3 ,i will grant thee what thy heart desires4 #ij ,peran-,wisa fails to dissuade ,sohrab4 ,the sun rises1 the fog clears1 and the ,tartar host gathers4 ,so said he1 and dropp'd ,sohrab's hand and left ,his bed1 and the warm rugs whereon he lay1 ,and o'er his chilly limbs his woollen coat ,he pass'd1 and tied his sandals on his feet1 ,and threw a white cloak round him1 and he took #ie ,in his right hand a ruler's staff1 no sword1 ,and on his head he plac'd his sheep-skin cap1 ,black1 glossy1 curl'd the fleece of ,kara-,kill2#aj ,and rais'd the curtain of his tent1 and call'd ,his herald to his side1 and went abroad4 #ajj ,the sun1 by this1 had risen1 and clear'd the fog ,from the broad ,oxus and the glittering sands3 ,and from their tents the ,tartar horsemen fil'd1 ,into the open plain2 so ,haman bade2 ,haman1 who next to ,peran-,wisa rul'd #aje ,the host1 and still was in his lusty prime4 ,from their black tents1 long files of horse1 they stream'd3 ,as when1 some grey ,november morn1 the files1 ,in marching order spread1 of long-neck'd cranes1 ,stream over ,casbin1#aa and the southern slopes #aaj ,of ,elburz1#ab from the ,aralian estuaries1#ac ,or some frore#ad ,caspian reed-bed1 southward bound ,for the warm ,persian sea-board3 so they stream'd4 ,the ,tartars of the ,oxus1 the ,king's guard1 ,first with black sheep-skin caps and with long spears2 #aae ,large men1 large steeds1 who from ,bokhara#ae come ,and ,khiva1 and ferment the milk of mares4#af ,next the more temperate ,toorkmuns of the south1#ag ,the ,tukas1 and the lances of ,salore1 ,and those from ,attruck#ah and the ,caspian sands2 #abj ,light men1 and on light steeds1 who only drink ,the acrid milk of camels1 and their wells4 ,and then a swarm of wandering horse1 who came ,from far1 and a more doubtful service#ai own'd2 ,the ,tartars of ,ferghana1 from the banks #abe ,of the ,jaxartes1 men with scanty beards ,and close-set skull-caps2 and those wilder hordes ,who roam o'er ,kipchak and the northern waste1 ,kalmuks and unkemp'd ,kuzzaks1#bj tribes who stray ,nearest the ,pole1 and wandering ,kirghizzes1 #acj ,who come on shaggy ponies from ,pamere4 ,these all fil'd out from camp into the plain1 ,and on the other side the ,persians form'd3 ,first a light cloud of horse1 ,tartars they seem'd1 ,the ,ilyats of ,khorassan3#ba and behind1 #ace ,the royal troops of ,persia1 horse and foot1 ,marshall'd battalions bright in burnish'd steel4 ,but ,peran-,wisa with his herald came ,threading the ,tartar squadrons to the front1 ,and with his staff kept back the foremost ranks4 #adj ,and when ,ferood1 who led the ,persians1 saw ,that ,peran-,wisa kept the ,tartars back1 ,he took his spear1 and to the front he came1 ,and check'd his ranks1 and fix'd them where they stood4 ,and the old ,tartar came upon the sand #ade ,betwixt the silent hosts1 and spake1 and said3-- ,peran-,wisa calls on the ,persians to find a champion1 and ,gudurz agrees to do so4 ,ferood1 and ye1 ,persians and ,tartars1 hear6 ,let there be truce between the hosts to-day4 ,but choose a champion from the ,persian lords ,to fight our champion ,sohrab1 man to man4 #aej ,as1 in the country1 on a morn in ,june1 ,when the dew glistens on the pearled ears1 ,a shiver runs through the deep corn for ,joy--- ,so1 when they heard what ,peran-,wisa said1 ,a thrill through all the ,tartar squadrons ran #aee ,of pride and hope for ,sohrab1 whom they lov'd4 ,but as a troop of pedlars1 from ,cabool1#bb ,cross underneath the ,indian ,caucasus1 ,that vast sky-neighbouring mountain of milk snow2 ,winding so high1 that1 as they mount1 they pass #afj ,long flocks of travelling birds dead on the snow1 ,chok'd by the air1 and scarce can they themselves ,slake their parch'd throats with sugar'd mulberries-- ,in single file they move1 and stop their breath1 ,for fear they should dislodge the o'erhanging snows-- #afe ,so the pale ,persians held their breath with fear4 ,and to ,ferood his brother chiefs came up ,to counsel3 ,gudurz and ,zoarrah came1 ,and ,feraburz1 who rul'd the ,persian host ,second1 and was the uncle of the king3 #agj ,these came and counsell'd2 and then ,gudarz said3-- ,ferood1 shame bids us take their challenge up1 ,yet champion have we none to match this youth4 ,he has the wild stag's foot1 the lion's heart4 ,but ,rustum came last night2 aloof he sits #age ,and sullen1 and has pitch'd his tents apart3 ,him will ,i seek1 and carry to his ear ,the ,tartar challenge1 and this young man's name ,haply he will forget his wrath1 and fight4 ,stand forth the while1 and take their challenge up4 #ahj ,so spake he2 and ,ferood stood forth and said3-- ,old man1 be it agreed as thou hast said4 ,let ,sohrab arm1 and we will find a man4 ,gudurz calls on ,rustum in his tent4 ,help us1 ,rustum1 or we lose4 ,he spoke2 and ,peran-,wisa turn'd1 and strode ,back through the opening squadrons to his tent4 #ahe ,but through the anxious ,persians ,gudurz ran1 ,and cross'd the camp which lay behind1 and reach'd1 ,out on the sands beyond it1 ,rustum's tents4 ,of scarlet cloth they were1 and glittering gay1 ,just pitch'd3 the high pavilion in the midst #aij ,was ,rustum's1 and his men lay camp'd around4 ,and ,gudurz enter'd ,rustum's tent1 and found ,rustum3 his morning meal was done1 but still ,the table stood beside him1 charg'd with food2 ,a side of roasted sheep1 and cakes of bread1 #aie ,and dark green melons2 and there ,rustum sate ,listless1 and held a falcon on his wrist1 ,and play'd with it2 but ,gudurz came and stood ,before him2 and he look'd1 and saw him stand1 ,and with a cry sprang up1 and dropp'd the bird1 #bjj ,and greeted ,gudurz with both hands1 and said3-- ,welcome6 these eyes could see no better sight4 ,what news6 but sit down first1 and eat and drink4 ,but ,gudurz stood in the tent door1 and said3-- ,not now3 a time will come to eat and drink1 #bje ,but not to-day3 to-day has other needs4 ,the armies are drawn out1 and stand at gaze3 ,for from the ,tartars is a challenge brought ,to pick a champion from the ,persian lords ,to fight their champion--and thou know'st his name-- #baj ,sohrab men call him1 but his birth is hid4 ,o ,rustum1 like thy might is this young man's6 ,he has the wild stag's foot1 the lion's heart4 ,and he is young1 and ,iran's#bc chiefs are old1 ,or else too weak2 and all eyes turn to thee4 #bae ,come down and help us1 ,rustum1 or we lose4 ,rustum at first declines1 but stung by the taunt of ,gudurz he agrees to fight--to be unknown by name4 ,he spoke2 but ,rustum answer'd with a smile3-- ,go to6 if ,iran's ,chiefs are old1 then ,i ,am older3 if the young are weak1 the ,king ,errs strangely3 for the ,king1 for ,kai ,khosroo1 #bbj ,himself is young1 and honours younger men1 ,and lets the aged moulder to their graves4 ,rustum he loves no more1 but loves the young-- ,the young may rise at ,sohrab's vaunts1 not ,i4 ,for what care ,i1 though all speak ,sohrab's fame8 #bbe ,for would that ,i myself had such a son1 ,and not that one slight helpless girl ,i have1 ,a son so fam'd1 so brave1 to send to war1 ,and ,i to tarry with the snow-hair'd ,zal1 ,my father1 whom the robber ,afghans vex1 #bcj ,and clip his borders short1 and drive his herds1 ,and he has none to guard his weak old age4 ,there would ,i go1 and hang my armour up1 ,and with my great name fence that weak old man1 ,and spend the goodly treasures ,i have got1 #bce ,and rest my age1 and hear of ,sohrab's fame1 ,and leave to death the hosts of thankless kings1 ,and with these slaughterous hands draw sword no more4 ,he spoke1 and smil'd2 and ,gudurz made reply3-- ,what then1 ,o ,rustum1 will men say to this1 #bdj ,when ,sohrab dares our bravest forth1 and seeks ,thee most of all1 and thou1 whom most he seeks1 ,hidest thy face8 ,take heed1 lest men should say ,like some old miser1 ,rustum hoards his fame1 ,and shuns to peril it with younger men4 #bde ,and1 greatly mov'd1 then ,rustum made reply3-- ,o ,gudurz1 wherefore dost thou say such words8 ,thou knowest better words than this to say4 ,what is one more1 one less1 obscure or fam'd1 ,valiant or craven1 young or old1 to me8 #bej ,are not they mortal1 am not ,i myself8 ,but who for men of nought would do great deeds8 ,come1 thou shalt see how ,rustum hoards his fame4 ,but ,i will fight unknown1 and in plain arms2#bd ,let not men say of ,rustum1 he was match'd #bee ,in single fight with any mortal man4 ,rustum arms2 his appearance in the field brings joy to the ,persians4 ,he spoke1 and frown'd2 and ,gudurz turned1 and ran ,back quickly through the camp in fear and joy1 ,fear at his wrath1 but joy that ,rustum came1 ,but ,rustum strode to his tent door1 and call'd #bfj ,his followers in1 and bade them bring his arms1 ,and clad himself in steel3 the arms he chose ,were plain1 and on his shield was no device1 ,only his helm was rich1 inlaid with gold ,and from the fluted spine#be atop a plume #bfe ,of horsehair wav'd1 a scarlet horsehair plume4 ,so arm'd1 he issued forth2 and ,ruksh1 his horse1 ,followed him1 like a faithful hound1 at heel1 ,ruksh1 whose renown was nois'd through all the earth1 ,the horse1 whom ,rustum on a foray once #bgj ,did in ,bokhara by the river find1 ,a colt beneath its dam1 and drove him home1 ,and rear'd him2 a bright bay1 with lofty crest2 ,dight#bf with a saddle-cloth of broider'd green ,crusted with gold1 and on the ground were work'd #bge ,all beasts of chase1 all beasts which hunters know3 ,so follow'd1 ,rustum left his tents1 and cross'd ,the camp1 and to the ,persian host appear'd4 ,and all the ,persians knew him1 and with shouts ,hail'd2 but the ,tartars knew not who he was4 #bhj ,and dear as the wet diver to the eyes ,of his pale wife who waits and weeps on shore1 ,by sandy ,bahrein1#bg in the ,persian ,gulf1 ,plunging all day in the blue waves1 at night1 ,having made up his tale#bh of precious pearls1 #bhe ,rejoins her in their hut upon the sands--- ,so dear to the pale ,persians ,rustum came4 ,rustum advances2 warns ,sohrab4 ,sohrab is young2 why should he court defeat and death8 ,and ,rustum to the ,persian front advanc'd1 ,and ,sohrab arm'd in ,haman's tent1 and came4 ,and as afield the reapers cut a swathe #bij ,down through the middle of a rich man's corn1 ,and on each side are squares of standing corn1 ,and in the midst a stubble1 short and bare2 ,so on each side were squares of men1 with spears ,bristling1 and in the midst1 the open sand4 #bie ,and ,rustum came upon the sand1 and cast ,his eyes towards the ,tartar tents1 and saw ,sohrab come forth1 and ey'd him as he came4 ,as some rich woman1 on a winter's morn1 ,eyes through her silken curtains the poor drudge #cjj ,who with numb blacken'd fingers makes her fire-- ,at cock-crow1 on a starlit winter's morn1 ,when the frost flowers the whiten'd window panes-- ,and wonders how she lives1 and what the thoughts ,of that poor drudge may be2 so ,rustum ey'd #cje ,the unknown adventurous youth1 who from afar ,came seeking ,rustum1 and defying forth ,all the most valiant chiefs3 long he perus'd#bi ,his spirited air1 and wonder'd who he was4 ,for very young he seem'd1 tenderly rear'd2 #caj ,like some young cypress1 tall1 and dark1 and straight1 ,which in a queen's secluded garden throws ,its slight dark shadow on the moonlit turf1 ,by midnight1 to a bubbling fountain's sound-- ,so slender ,sohrab seem'd1 so softly rear'd4 #cae ,and a deep pity enter'd ,rustum's soul ,as he beheld him coming2 and he stood1 ,and beckon'd to him with his hand1 and said3-- ,o thou young man1 the air of ,heaven is soft1 ,and warm1 and pleasant2 but the grave is cold4 #cbj ,heaven's air is better than the cold dead grave4 ,behold me2 ,i am vast1 and clad in iron1 ,and tried2#cj and ,i have stood on many a field ,of blood1 and ,i have fought with many a foe3 ,never was that field lost1 or that foe sav'd4 #cbe ,o ,sohrab1 wherefore wilt thou rush on death8 ,be govern'd3#ca quit the ,tartar host1 and come ,to ,iran1 and be as my son to me1 ,and fight beneath my banner till ,i die4 ,there are no youths in ,iran brave as thou4 #ccj ,sohrab has vague suspicions it is his father4 ,rustum1 in ignorance1 coldly waives aside all overtures4 ,they fight4 ,so he spake1 mildly3 ,sohrab heard his voice1 ,the mighty voice of ,rustum2 and he saw ,his giant figure planted on the sand1 ,sole1 like some single tower1 which a chief ,has builded on the waste in former years #cce ,against the robbers2 and he saw that head1 ,streak'd with its first grey hairs3 hope fill'd his soul2 ,and he ran forwards and embrac'd his knees1 ,and clasp'd his hand within his own and said3-- ,oh1 by thy father's head6 by thine own soul6 #cdj ,art thou not ,rustum8 ,speak6 art thou not he6 ,but ,rustum ey'd askance the kneeling youth1 ,and turn'd away1 and spoke to his own soul3-- ,ah me1 ,i muse what this young fox may mean1 ,false1 wily1 boastful1 are these ,tartar boys4 #cde ,for if ,i now confess this thing he asks1 ,and hide it not1 but say--,rustum is here-- ,he will not yield indeed1 nor quit our foes1 ,but he will find some pretext not to fight1 ,and praise my fame1 and proffer courteous gifts4 #cej ,a belt or sword perhaps1 and go his way4 ,and on a feast day1 in ,afrasiab's hall1 ,in ,samarcand1 he will arise and cry-- ',i challeng'd once1 when the two armies camp'd ,beside the ,oxus1 all the ,persian lords #cee ,to cope with me in single fight2 but they ,shrank2 only ,rustum dar'd3 then he and ,i ,chang'd gifts1#cb and went on equal terms away4' ,so will he speak1 perhaps1 while men applaud4 ,then were the chiefs of ,iran sham'd through me4 #cfj ,and then he turn'd1 and sternly spake aloud3-- ,rise6 wherefore dost thou vainly question thus ,of ,rustum8 ,i am here1 whom thou hast call'd ,by challenge forth2 make good thy vaunt1 or yield4 ,is it with ,rustum only thou would'st fight8 #cfe ,rash boy1 men look on ,rustum's face and flee4 ,for well ,i know1 that did great ,rustum stand ,before thy face this day1 and were reveal'd1 ,there would be then no talk of fighting more4 ,but being what ,i am1 ,i tell thee this2 #cgj ,do thou record it in thine inmost soul1 ,either thou shalt renounce thy vaunt1 and yield2 ,or else thy bones shall strew this sand1 till winds ,bleach them1 or ,oxus with his summer floods1 ,oxus in summer wash them all away4 #cge ,he spoke2 and ,sohrab answer'd1 on his feet3-- ,art thou so fierce8 ,thou wilt not fright me so4 ,i am no girl1 to be made pale by words4 ,yet this thou hast said well1 did ,rustum stand ,here on this field1 there were no fighting then1 #chj ,but ,rustum is far hence1 and we stand here4 ,begin3 thou art more vast1 more dread than ,i1 ,and thou art prov'd1 ,i know1 and ,i am young1-- ,but yet success sways with the breath of heaven1#cc ,and though thou thinkest that thou knowest sure #che ,thy victory1 yet thou canst not surely know4 ,for we are all1 like swimmers in the sea1 ,pois'd on the top of a huge wave of ,fate1 ,which hangs uncertain to which side to fall4 ,and whether it will heave us up to land1 #cij ,or whether it will roll us out to sea1 ,back out to sea1 to the deep waves of death1 ,we know not1 and no search will make us know3 ,only the event will teach us in its hour4 ,sohrab avoids ,rustum's blow4 ,rustum falls on the sand1 and has his life spared by his son4 ,he spoke1 and ,rustum answer'd not1 but hurl'd #cie ,his spear3 down from the shoulder1 down it came1 ,as on some partridge in the corn a hawk ,that long has tower'd in the airy clouds ,drops like a plummet2#cd ,sohrab saw it come1 ,and sprang aside1 quick as a flash3 the spear #djj ,hiss'd1 and went quivering down into the sand1 ,which it sent flying wide3 then ,sohrab threw ,in turn1 and full struck ,rustum's shield3 sharp rang1 ,the iron plates rang sharp1 but turn'd the spear4 ,and ,rustum seiz'd his club1 which none but he #dje ,could wield2 an unlopp'd trunk it was1 and huge1 ,still rough2 like those which men in treeless plains ,to build them boats fish from the flooded rivers1 ,hyphasis or ,hydaspes1#ce when1 high up ,by their dark springs1 the wind in winter-time #daj ,has made in ,himalayan forests wrack1#cf ,and strewn the channels with torn boughs2 so huge ,the club which ,rustum lifted now1 and struck ,one stroke2 but again ,sohrab sprang aside ,lithe as the glancing snake1 and the club came #dae ,thundering to earth and leapt from ,rustum's hand4 ,and ,rustum follow'd his own blow and fell ,to his knees1 and with his fingers clutch'd the sand3 ,and now might ,sohrab have unsheath'd his sword1 ,and pierc'd the mighty ,rustum while he lay #dbj ,dizzy1 and on his knees1 and chok'd with sand3 ,but he look'd on1 and smil'd1 nor bar'd his sword1 ,but courteously drew back1 and spoke1 and said3-- ,thou strik'st too hard3 that club of thine will float ,upon the summer floods1 and not my bones1 #dbe ,but rise1 and be not wroth3 not wroth am ,i3 ,no1 when ,i see thee1 wrath forsakes my soul4 ,thou say'st thou art not ,rustum3 be it so4 ,who art thou then1 that canst so touch my soul8 ,boy as ,i am1 ,i have seen battles too2 #dcj ,have waded foremost in their bloody waves1 ,and heard their hollow roar of dying men2 ,but never was my heart thus touch'd before4 ,are they from ,heaven1 these softenings of the heart8 ,o thou old warrior1 let us yield to ,heaven6 #dce ,come1 plant we here in earth our angry spears1 ,and make a truce1 and sit upon this sand1 ,and pledge each other in red wine1 like friends1 ,and thou shalt talk to me of ,rustum's deeds4 ,there are enough foes in the ,persian host #ddj ,whom ,i may meet1 and strike1 and feel no pang1 ,champions enough ,afrasiab has1 whom thou ,mayst fight1 fight them1 when they confront thy spear4 ,but oh1 let there be peace 'twixt thee and me6 ,he ceas'd3 but while he spake1 ,rustum had risen1 #dde ,and stood erect1 trembling with rage3 his club ,he left to lie1 but had regain'd his spear1 ,whose fiery point now in his mail'd right hand ,blaz'd bright and baleful1 like that autumn star1#cg ,the baleful sign of fevers3 dust had soil'd #dej ,his stately crest1 and dimm'd his glittering arms4 ,his breast heav'd2 his lips foam'd2 and twice his voice ,was chok'd with rage3 at last these words broke away3-- ,rustum in wounded pride returns furiously to the combat4 ,he shouts his cry of ,rustum6 ,sohrab incautiously at the sound exposes his side to a wound and falls4 ,girl6 nimble with thy feet1 not with thy hands6 ,curl'd minion1#ch dancer1 coiner of sweet words6 #dee ,fight2 let me hear thy hateful voice no more6 ,thou art not in ,afrasiab's gardens now ,with ,tartar girls1 with whom thou art wont to dance2 ,but on the ,oxus sands1 and in the dance ,of battle1 and with me1 who make no play #dfj ,of war3 ,i fight it out1 and hand to hand4 ,speak not to me of truce1 and pledge1 and wine6 ,remember all thy valour3 try thy feints ,and cunning3 all the pity ,i had is gone3 ,because thou hast sham'd me before both the hosts #dfe ,with thy light skipping tricks1 and thy girl's wiles4 ,he spoke2 and ,sohrab kindled at his taunts1 ,and he too drew his sword3 at once they rush'd ,together1 as two eagles on one prey ,come rushing down together from the clouds1 #dgj ,one from the east1 one from the west3 their shields ,dash'd with a clang together1 and a din ,rose1 such as that the sinewy woodcutters ,make often1 in the forest's heart at morn1 ,of hewing axes1 crashing trees3 such blows #dge ,rustum and ,sohrab on each other hail'd4 ,and you would say that sun and stars took part ,in that unnatural conflict2 for a cloud ,grew suddenly in heaven1 and dark'd the sun ,over the fighters' heads2 and a wind rose #dhj ,under their feet1 and moaning swept the plain1 ,and in a sandy whirlwind wrapp'd the pair4 ,in gloom they twain were wrapp'd1 and they alone2 ,for both the on-looking hosts on either hand ,stood in broad daylight1 and the sky was pure1 #dhe ,and the sun sparkled on the ,oxus stream4 ,but in the gloom they fought1 with bloodshot eyes ,and labouring breath2 first ,rustum struck the shield ,which ,sohrab held stiff out3 the steel-spik'd spear ,rent the tough plates1 but failed to reach the skin1 #dij ,and ,rustum pluck'd it back with angry groan4 ,then ,sohrab with his sword smote ,rustum's helm1 ,nor clove its steel quite through2 but all the crest ,he shore away1 and that proud horsehair plume1 ,never till now defil'd1 sunk to the dust2 #die ,and ,rustum bow'd his bead2 but then the gloom ,grew blacker3 thunder rumbled in the air1 ,and lightnings rent the cloud2 and ,ruksh1 the horse1 ,who stood at hand1 utter'd a dreadful cry3 ,no horse's cry was that1 most like the roar #ejj ,of some pain'd desert lion1 who all day ,has trail'd the hunter's javelin in his side1 ,and comes at night to die upon the sand3-- ,the two hosts heard that cry1 and quak'd for fear1 ,and ,oxus curdled as it cross'd his stream4 #eje ,but ,sohrab heard1 and quail'd not1 but rush'd on1 ,and struck again2 and again ,rustum bow'd ,his head2 but this time all the blade1 like glass1 ,sprang in a thousand shivers on the helm1 ,and in his hand the hilt remain'd alone4 #eaj ,then1 ,rustum rais'd his head3 his dreadful eyes ,glar'd1 and he shook on high his menacing spear1 ,and shouted1 ,rustum6 ,sohrab heard that shout1 ,and shrank amaz'd3 back he recoil'd one step1 ,and scann'd with blinking eyes the advancing form2 #eae ,and then he stood bewilder'd2 and he dropp'd ,his covering shield1 and the spear pierc'd his side4 ,he reel'd1 and staggering back1 sunk to the ground4 ,and then the gloom dispers'd1 and the wind fell1 ,and the bright sun broke forth1 and melted all #ebj ,the cloud2 and the two armies saw the pair2 ,saw ,rustum standing1 safe upon his feet1 ,and ,sohrab1 wounded1 on the bloody sand4 ,sohrab says his fall will be avenged by ,rustum4 ,then1 with a bitter smile1 ,rustum began2-- ,sohrab1 thou thoughtest in thy mind to kill #ebe ,a ,persian lord this day1 and strip his corpse1 ,and bear thy trophies to ,afrasiab's tent4 ,or else that the great ,rustum would come down ,himself to fight1 and that thy wiles would move ,his heart to take a gift1 and let thee go4 #ecj ,and then that all the ,tartar host would praise ,thy courage or thy craft1 and spread thy fame1 ,to glad thy father in his weak old age4 ,fool6 thou art slain1 and by an unknown man6 ,dearer to the red jackals shall thou be1 #ece ,than to thy friends1 and to thy father old4 ,and with a fearless mien ,sohrab replied3-- ,unknown thou art2 yet thy fierce vaunt is vain4 ,thou dost not slay me1 proud and boastful man6 ,no6 ,rustum slays me1 and this filial heart4 #edj ,for were ,i match'd with ten such men as thou1 ,and ,i were he who till to-day ,i was1 ,they should be lying here1 ,i standing there4 ,but that beloved name unnerv'd my arm-- ,that name1 and something1 ,i confess1 in thee1 #ede ,which troubles all my heart1 and made my shield ,fall2 and thy spear transfix'd an unarm'd foe4 ,and now thou boastest1 and insult'st my fate4 ,but hear thou this1 fierce man1 tremble to hear6 ,the mighty ,rustum shall avenge my death6 #eej ,my father1 whom ,i seek through all the world1 ,he shall avenge my death1 and punish thee6 ,as when some hunter in the spring hath found ,a breeding eagle sitting on her nest1 ,upon the craggy isle of a hill lake1 #eee ,and pierc'd her with an arrow as she rose1 ,and follow'd her to find her where she fell ,far off2--anon her mate comes winging back ,from hunting1 and a great way off descries ,his huddling young left sole2 at that1 he checks #efj ,his pinion1 and with short uneasy sweeps ,circles above his eyry1 with loud screams ,chiding his mate back to her nest2 but she ,lies dying1 with the arrow in her side1 ,in some far stony gorge out of his ken1 #efe ,a heap of fluttering feathers3 never more ,shall the lake glass her1 flying over it2 ,never the black and dripping precipices ,echo her stormy scream as she sails by3-- ,as that poor bird flies home1 nor knows his loss1 #egj ,so ,rustum knew not his own loss1 but stood ,over his dying son1 and knew him not4 ,rustum anxiously says he never had a son1 but only a daughter4 ,but with a cold1 incredulous voice1 he said3-- ,what prate is this of fathers and revenge8 ,the mighty ,rustum never had a son4 #ege ,and1 with a failing voice1 ,sohrab replied3-- ,ah yes1 he had6 and that lost son am ,i4 ,surely the news will one day reach his ear1 ,reach ,rustum1 where he sits1 and tarries long1 ,somewhere1 ,i know not where1 but far from here2 #ehj ,and pierce him like a stab1 and make him leap ,to arms1 and cry for vengeance upon thee4 ,fierce man1 bethink thee1 for an only son6 ,what will that grief1 what will that vengeance be6 ,oh1 could ,i live1 till ,i that grief had seen6 #ehe ,yet him ,i pity not so much1 but her1 ,my mother1 who in ,ader-baijan dwells ,with that old king1 her father1 who grows grey ,with age1 and rules over the valiant ,koords4#ci ,her most ,i pity1 who no more will see #eij ,sohrab returning from the ,tartar camp1 ,with spoils and honour1 when the war is done4 ,but a dark rumour will be bruited up1#dj ,from tribe to tribe1 until it reach her ear2 ,and then will that defenceless woman learn #eie ,that ,sohrab will rejoice her sight no more1 ,but that in battle with a nameless foe1 ,by the far distant ,oxus1 he is slain4 ,the truth breaks in upon ,rustum4 ,again he charges ,sohrab with a false tale4 ,he spoke2 and as he ceas'd he wept aloud1 ,thinking of her he left1 and his own death4 #fjj ,he spoke2 but ,rustum listen'd1 plung'd in thought4 ,nor did he yet believe it was his son ,who spoke1 although he call'd back names he knew ,for he had had sure tidings that the babe1 ,which was in ,ader-baijan born to him1 #fje ,had been a puny girl1 no boy at all3 ,so that sad mother sent him word1 for fear ,rustum should take the boy1 to train in arms2 ,and so he deem'd that either ,sohrab took1 ,by a false boast1 the style#da of ,rustum's son2 #faj ,or that men gave it him1 to swell his fame4 ,so deem'd he2 yet he listen'd1 plung'd in thought2 ,and his soul set to grief1 as the vast tide ,of the bright rocking ocean sets to shore ,at the full moon3 tears gathered in his eyes2 #fae ,for he remembered his own early youth1 ,and all its bounding rapture2 as1 at dawn1 ,the shepherd from his mountain lodge descries ,a far bright city1 smitten by the sun1 ,through many rolling clouds2--so ,rustum saw #fbj ,his youth2 saw ,sohrab's mother1 in her bloom2 ,and that old king1 her father1 who lov'd well ,his wandering guest1 and gave him his fair child ,with joy2 and all the pleasant life they led1 ,they three1 in that long-distant summer-time-- #fbe ,the castle1 and the dewy woods1 and hunt ,and hound1 and morn on those delightful hills ,in ,ader-baijan4 ,and he saw that youth1 ,of age and looks to be his own dear son1 ,piteous and lovely1 lying on the sand1 #fcj ,like some rich hyacinth1 which by the scythe ,of an unskilful gardener has been cut1 ,mowing the garden grass-plots near its bed1 ,and lies1 a fragrant tower of purple bloom1 ,on the mown1 dying grass2--so ,sohrab lay1 #fce ,lovely in death1 upon the common sand4 ,and ,rustum gaz'd on him with grief1 and said3-- ,o ,sohrab1 thou indeed art such a son ,whom ,rustum1 wert thou his1 might well have lov'd6 ,yet here thou errest1 ,sohrab1 or else men #fdj ,have told thee false2--thou art not ,rustum's son4 ,for ,rustum had no son3 one child he had-- ,but one--a girl2 who with her mother now ,plies some light female task1 nor dreams of us-- ,of us she dreams not1 nor of wounds1 nor war4 #fde ,but ,sohrab answer'd him in wrath2 for now ,the anguish of the deep-fix'd spear grew fierce1 ,and he desired to draw forth the steel1 ,and let the blood flow free1 and so to die1 ,but first he would convince his stubborn foe-- #fej ,and1 rising sternly on one arm1 he said3-- ,sohrab discloses the mark by which he was to be known4 ,o boy--thy father6 ,man1 who art thou who dost deny my words8 ,truth sits upon the lips of dying men1 ,and ,falsehood1 while ,i liv'd1 was far from mine4 ,i tell thee1 prick'd upon this arm ,i bear #fee ,that seal which ,rustum to my mother gave1 ,that she might prick it on the babe she bore4 ,he spoke3 and all the blood left ,rustum's cheeks2 ,and his knees totter'd1 and he smote his hand1 ,against his breast1 his heavy mailed hand1 #ffj ,that the hard iron corslet clank'd aloud2 ,and to his heart he press'd the other hand1 ,and in a hollow voice he spake1 and said3-- ,sohrab1 that were a proof which could not lie4 ,if thou shew this1 then art thou ,rustum's son4 #ffe ,then1 with weak hasty fingers1 ,sohrab loos'd ,his belt1 and near the shoulder bar'd his arm1 ,and shew'd a sign in faint vermilion points ,prick'd3 as a cunning workman1 in ,pekin1 ,pricks with vermilion some clear porcelain vase1 #fgj ,an emperor's gift--at early morn he paints1 ,and all day long1 and1 when night comes1 the lamp ,lights up his studious forehead and thin hands3-- ,so delicately prick'd the sign appear'd#db ,on ,sohrab's arm1 the sign of ,rustum's seal4 #fge ,it was that griffin1 which of old rear'd ,zal1#dc ,rustum's great father1 whom they left to die1 ,a helpless babe1 among the mountain rocks4 ,him that kind creature found1 and rear'd and lov'd-- ,then ,rustum took it for his glorious sign4 #fhj ,and ,sohrab bar'd that figure on his arm1 ,and himself scann'd it long with mournful eyes1 ,and then he touch'd it with his hand and said3-- ,how say'st thou8 ,is that sign the proper sign ,of ,rustum's son1 or of some other man's8 #fhe ,he spoke3 but ,rustum gaz'd1 and gaz'd1 and stood ,speechless2 and then he utter'd one sharp cry-- ,o boy--thy father6--and his voice chok'd there4 ,and then a dark cloud pass'd before his eyes1 ,and his head swam1 and he sunk down to earth4 #fij ,but ,sohrab crawl'd to where he lay1 and cast ,his arms about his neck1 and kiss'd his lips1 ,and with fond faltering fingers strok'd his cheeks1 ,trying to call him back to life3 and life ,came back to ,rustum1 and he op'd his eyes1 #fie ,and they stood wide with horror2 and he seiz'd ,in both his hands the dust which lay around1 ,and threw it on his head1 and smirch'd his hair1 ,his hair1 and face1 and beard1 and glittering arms3 ,and strong convulsive groanings shook his breast1 #gjj ,and his sobs chok'd him2 and he clutch'd his sword1 ,to draw it1 and for ever let life out4 ,but ,sohrab saw his thought1 and held his hands1 ,and with a soothing voice he spoke1 and said3-- ,father and son embrace4 ,would that the ,oxus were flowing over me6 says the unhappy father4 ,father1 forbear3 for ,i but meet to-day #gje ,the doom that at my birth was written down ,in ,heaven1 and thou art ,heaven's unconscious hand4 ,surely my heart cried out that it was thou1 ,when first ,i saw thee2 and thy heart spoke too1 ,i know it3 but fate trod those promptings down #gaj ,under its iron heel2 fate1 fate engag'd ,the strife1 and hurl'd me on my father's spear4 ,but let us speak no more of this3 ,i find ,my father2 let me feel that ,i have found4 ,come1 sit beside me on this sand1 and take #gae ,my head betwixt thy hands1 and kiss my cheeks1 ,and wash them with thy tears1 and say1 ',my ,son6' ,quick6 quick6 for number'd are my sands of life1 ,and swift2 for like the lightning to this field ,i came1 and like the wind ,i go away-- #gbj ,sudden1 and swift1 and like a passing wind1 ,but it was writ in ,heaven that this should be4 ,so said he3 and his voice releas'd the heart ,of ,rustum1 and his tears broke forth2 he cast ,his arms round his son's neck1 and wept aloud1 #gbe ,and kiss'd him4 ,and awe fell on both the hosts ,when they saw ,rustum's grief2 and ,ruksh1 the horse1 ,with his head bowing to the ground1 and mane ,sweeping the dust1 came near1 and in mute woe ,first to the one then to the other mov'd #gcj ,his head1 as if enquiring what their grief ,might mean2 and from his dark1 compassionate eyes1 ,the big warm tears roll'd down1 and cak'd the sand4 ,but ,rustum chid him with stern voice1 and said3-- ,ruksh1 now thou grievest2 but1 ,o ,ruksh1 thy feet #gce ,should then have rotted on thy nimble joints1 ,when first they bore thy master to this field4 ,but ,sohrab look'd upon the horse and said3-- ,is this then ,ruksh8 ,how often1 in past days1 ,my mother told me of thee1 thou brave steed6 #gdj ,my terrible father's terrible horse2 and said1 ,that ,i should one day find thy lord and thee1 ,come1 let me lay my hand upon thy mane4 ,o ,ruksh1 thou art more fortunate than ,i2 ,for thou hast gone where ,i shall never go1 #gde ,and snuff'd the breezes of my father's home4 ,and thou hast trod the sands of ,seistan1 ,and seen the river of ,helmund1#dd and the lake ,of ,zirrah2 and the aged ,zal himself ,has often strok'd thy neck1 and given thee food1 #gej ,corn in a golden platter soak'd with wine1 ,and said--',o ,ruksh6 bear ,rustum well6'--but ,i ,have never known my grandsire's furrow'd face1 ,nor seen his lofty house in ,seistan1 ,nor slak'd my thirst at the clear ,helmund stream2 #gee ,but lodg'd among my father's foes1 and seen ,afrasiab's cities only1 ,samarcand1 ,bokhara1 and lone ,khiva in the waste1 ,and the black ,toorkmun tents2 and only drunk ,the desert rivers1 ,moorghab and ,tejend1 #gfj ,kohik1 and where the ,kalmuks feed their sheep1 ,the northern ,sir2#de and this great ,oxus stream-- ,the yellow ,oxus1 by whose brink ,i die4 ,and1 with a heavy groan1 ,rustum replied3-- ,oh that its waves were flowing over me6 #gfe ,oh that ,i saw its grains of yellow silt#df ,roll tumbling in the current o'er my head6 ,sohrab's dying wish4 ,draw off your forces2 build for me a memorial pillar in ,seistan4 ,he foretells the death of ,rustum4 ,and1 with a grave mild voice1 ,sohrab replied3-- ,desire not that1 my father2 thou must live4 ,for some are born to do great deeds1 and live1 #ggj ,as some are born to be obscur'd1 and die4 ,do thou the deeds ,i die too young to do1 ,and reap a second glory in thine age4 ,thou art my father1 and thy gain is mine1 ,but come3 thou seest this great host of men #gge ,which follow me2 ,i pray thee1 slay not these3 ,let me entreat for them3 what have they done8 ,they follow'd me1 my hope1 my fame1 my star4 ,let them all cross the ,oxus back in peace4 ,but me thou must bear hence1 not send with them1 #ghj ,but carry me with thee to ,seistan1 ,and place me on a bed and mourn for me1 ,thou1 and the snow-hair'd ,zal1 and all thy friends4 ,and thou must lay me in that lovely earth1 ,and heap a stately mound above my bones1 #ghe ,and plant a far-seen pillar over all3 ,that so the passing horseman on the waste ,may see my tomb a great way off1 and say-- ,sohrab1 the mighty ,rustum's son1 lies there1 ,whom his great father did in ignorance kill-- #gij ,and ,i be not forgotten in my grave4 ,and with a mournful voice1 ,rustum replied3-- ,fear not2 as thou hast said1 ,sohrab1 my son1 ,so shall it be3 for ,i will burn my tents1 ,and quit the host1 and bear thee hence with me1 #gie ,and carry thee away to ,seistan1 ,and place thee on a bed1 and mourn for thee1 ,with the snow-headed ,zal1 and all my friends4 ,and ,i will lay thee in that lovely earth1 ,and heap a stately mound above thy bones1 #hjj ,and plant a far-seen pillar over all2 ,and men shall not forget thee in thy grave1 ,and ,i will spare thy host3 yea1 let them go3 ,let them all cross the ,oxus back in peace4 ,what should ,i do with slaying any more8 #hje ,for would that all whom ,i have ever slain ,might be once more alive2 my bitterest foes1 ,and they who were call'd champions in their time1 ,and through whose death ,i won that fame ,i have2 ,and ,i were nothing but a common man1 #haj ,a poor1 mean soldier1 and without renown2 ,so thou mightest live too1 my son1 my son6 ,or rather would that ,i1 even ,i myself1 ,might now be lying on this bloody sand1 ,near death1 and by an ignorant stroke of thine1 #hae ,not thou of mine2 and ,i might die1 not thou2 ,and ,i1 not thou1 be borne to ,seistan2 ,and ,zal might weep above my grave1 not thine1 ,and say--,o son1 ,i weep thee not too sore1 ,for willingly1 ,i know1 thou met'st thine end4-- #hbj ,but now in blood and battles was my youth1 ,and full of blood and battles is my age2 ,and ,i shall never end this life of blood4 ,then1 at the point of death1 ,sohrab replied3-- ,a life of blood indeed1 thou dreadful man6 #hbe ,but thou shall yet have peace2 only not now2 ,not yet3 but thou shalt have it on that day1#dg ,when thou shalt sail in a high-masted ship1 ,thou and the other peers of ,kai-,khosroo1#dh ,returning home over the salt blue sea1 #hcj ,from laying thy dear master in his grave4 ,rustum is left by the body of his son4 ,the river ,oxus flows on under the starlight into the ,sea of ,aral4 ,and ,rustum gaz'd on ,sohrab's face1 and said3-- ,soon be that day1 my son1 and deep that sea6 ,till then1 if fate so wills1 let me endure4 ,he spoke2 and ,sohrab smil'd on him1 and took #hce ,the spear1 and drew it from his side1 and eas'd ,his wound's imperious#di anguish3 but the blood ,came welling from the open gash1 and life ,flow'd with the stream3 all down his cold white side ,the crimson torrent pour'd1 dim now1 and soil'd1 #hdj ,like the soil'd tissue of white violets ,left1 freshly gather'd1 on their native bank1 ,by romping children1 whom their nurses call ,from the hot fields at noon3 his head droop'd low1 ,his limbs grew slack2 motionless1 white1 he lay-- #hde ,white1 with eyes clos'd2 only when heavy gasps1 ,deep1 heavy gasps1 quivering through all his frame1 ,convuls'd him back to life1 he open'd them1 ,and fix'd them feebly on his father's face3 ,till now all strength was ebb'd1 and from his limbs #hej ,unwillingly the spirit fled away1 ,regretting the warm mansion which it left1 ,and youth and bloom1 and this delightful world4 ,so1 on the bloody sand1 ,sohrab lay dead4 ,and the great ,rustum drew his horseman's cloak #hee ,down o'er his face1 and sate by his dead son4 ,as those black granite pillars1 once high-rear'd ,by ,jemshid in ,persepolis1#ej to bear ,his house1 now1 mid their broken flights of steps1 ,lie prone1 enormous1 down the mountain side-- #hfj ,so in the sand lay ,rustum by his son4 ,and night came down over the solemn waste1 ,and the two gazing hosts1 and that sole pair1 ,and darken'd all2 and a cold fog1 with night1 ,crept from the ,oxus4 ,soon a hum arose1 #hfe ,as of a great assembly loos'd1 and fires ,began to twinkle through the fog3 for now ,both armies mov'd to camp1 and took their meal3 ,the ,persians took it on the open sands ,southward2 the ,tartars by the river marge3 #hgj ,and ,rustum and his son were left alone4 ,but the majestic river floated on ,out of the mist and hum of that low land2 ,into the frosty starlight1 and there mov'd1 ,rejoicing1 through the hush'd ,chorasmian#ea waste #hge ,under the solitary moon3 he flow'd ,right for the polar star1 past ,orgunje1#eb ,brimming1 and bright1 and large3 then sands begin ,to hem his watery march1 and dam his streams1 ,and split his currents2 that for many a league #hhj ,the shorn and parcell'd ,oxus strains along ,through beds of sand and matted rushy isles-- ,oxus1 forgetting the bright speed he had ,in his high mountain cradle in ,pamere1 ,a foil'd circuitous wanderer3--till at last #hhe ,the long'd-for dash of waves is heard1 and wide ,his luminous home of waters#ec opens1 bright ,and tranquil1 from whose floor the new-bath'd stars ,emerge1 and shine upon the ,aral ,sea4 --,arnold4 #a ,oxus4 ,one of the great rivers of central ,asia1 forming the boundary between ,persia and ,turan1 or ,tartary4 #b ,tartar4 ,a general name given to the tribes in central ,asia east of the ,oxus4 #c ,peran-,wisa 7,pe'ran-,we'sa74 ,the commander of the ,tartar tribes which formed the army of ,king ,afrasiab4 #d ,pamere4 ,a plateau in central ,asia4 #e ,king ,afrasiab 7,afra'-siab74 ,king of the ,tartars4 #f ,samarcand4 ,a city in ,turkestan4 #g ,ader-baijan 7,ader-bi'-yan74 ,a province of ,persia4 #h ,seistan 7,sa-es-tan'74 ,a district of eastern ,persia4 #i ,perhaps because he is beginning to feel old1 or on account of some quarrel with the ,persian king4 #aj ,kara-,kul4 ,a district in ,persia4 #aa ,casbin4 ,a city in ,persia4 #ab ,elburz4 ,a mountain range in northern ,persia4 #ac ,aralian estuaries4 ,the mouth of the rivers flowing into the sea of ,aral4 #ad frore4 frozen4 #ae ,bokhara and ,khiva4 ,districts of central ,asia4 #af ,the ,tartars use an intoxicating liquor called koumiss1 made from mare's or camel's milk4 #ag ,lines #aah-acd mention various nomadic tribes2 the names are of no great importance4 #ah ,attruck and ,jaxartes 7l4 #abf74 ,names of rivers4 #ai more doubtful service4 ,their allegiance was doubtful2 they were not bound to follow the army of ,king ,afrasiab4 #bj ,kuzzaks4 ,cossacks4 #ba ,khorassan4 ,a province of north-eastern ,persia4 #bb ,cabool4 ,cabul1 the capital of ,afghanistan4 ,the trade route between ,cabul and ,hindustan crosses the mountains at a great height4 #bc ,iran4 ,the original came of ,persia4 #bd in plain arms4 ,without any device on his shield4 #be fluted spine4 ,the hollow spike at the top of the helmet1 in which the helmet-feather or crest is fitted4 #bf ,dight4 decked4 #bg ,bahrein4 ,an island4 #bh tale4 number4 #bi perus'd4 scanned4 #cj tried4 experienced4 #ca ,be govern'd4 ,take my advice4 #cb ,chang'd gifts4 ,exchanged gifts1 as a sign of friendship4 #cc ,success is changeable as the wind4 #cd plummet4 ,the lead used for sounding the depth of the sea4 #ce ,hyphasis or ,hydaspes4 ,two great rivers in northern ,india4 #cf wrack4 ruin1 destruction4 #cg that autumn star4 ,sirius1 the dog star4 #ch minion4 darling1 or favorite4 ,the word is generally used to express contempt4 #ci ,koords4 ,the people of ,kurdistan4 #dj ,it will be rumoured1 or bruited1 abroad4 #da style4 title or name4 #db ,according to the original legend1 ,rustum left an amulet1 or charm1 with the mother of ,sohrab4 ,arnold has altered this detail of the story1 and substituted a seal for the amulet4 #dc griffin4 ,a mythical creature1 half-lion1 half-eagle1 which was supposed to keep guard over hidden treasure4 ,just as in ,roman mythology1 ,romulus and ,remus were reared by a she-wolf1 so in ,persian mythology1 ,zal was reared by a griffin4 #dd ,helmund4 ,a river in ,afghanistan4 #de ,sir4 ,another name for the river ,jaxartes4 #df silt4 ,a deposit of mud or fine earth4 #dg ,this prophecy waa not fulfilled4 ,rustum1 according to the legend1 met his death by treachery at the hand of his half-brother ,shughad4 #dh ,kai ,khosroo4 ,the ,king of ,persia1 see line #bbj4 #di imperious4 demanding relief4 #ej ,persepolis4 ,an ancient city supposed to have been built by ,jemshid1 or ,jamshid1 a mythical king of ,persia4 #ea ,chorasmian waste4 ,a desert land1 on the lower ,oxus4 #eb ,orgunje4 ,a village on the ,oxus4 #ec home of waters4 ,the ,aral ,sea1 or ,sea of ,islands4