,transcriber's note3 ,text enclosed by underscores is in italics 7italics74 ,text enclosed by equal signs is in bold face 7bold74 ,,narrative ,,and ,,lyric ,,poems 7,,second ,,series7 ,,for ,,use ,,in ,,the ,,lower ,,school ,,with ,,annotations ,,by ,o4 ,j4 ,,stevenson1 ,m4,a41 ,d4,,paed4 ,professor of ,english1 ,ontario ,agricultural ,college4 ,,toronto ,,the ,,copp1 ,,clark ,,company1 ,,limited ,copyright1 ,canada1 #aiad1 by ,,the ,,copp1 ,,clark ,,company1 ,,limited1 ,toronto1 ,ontario4 ,,preface4 ,the ,narrative and ,lyric ,poems contained in this volume are the ,second ,series 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 ,the poems are arranged in the order in which they are named in the prescribed list issued by the ,department of ,education1 and a division is made between those prescribed for the ,junior and those prescribed for the ,senior examination4 ,in the annotations the chief points of difficulty have been explained4 ,in the case of certain poems1 such as ,tennyson's ,enid1 for example1 some minor changes in words and phrases were made in the later editions of the poet's works4 ,in the cases where the later editions are still in copyright1 the earlier readings have in all cases been followed1 and important changes are indicated in the notes4 ,,contents4 ,the numbers in parentheses refer to the pages of the ,notes4 ,a ,the poems in the following list are those prescribed by the ,department of ,education1 in the ,province of ,ontario1 for examination for the ,junior ,public ,school ,diploma4 ,in addition to these poems ,scott's ,quentin ,durward is also prescribed for this examination4 ,see ,circular #eh4 ,,page ,tennyson ,enoch ,arden 7#acc7 #a ,tennyson ,morte ,d',arthur 7#acg7 #cj ,byron ,the ,prisoner of ,chillon 7#adj7 #ch ,gray ,elegy1 ,written in a ,country ,churchyard 7#adc7 #ej ,mrs4 ,browning ,my ,kate 7#ade7 #ee ,scott ,rosabelle 7#ade7 #eg ,scott ,lochinvar 7#adf7 #eh ,shelley ,to a ,skylark 7#adg7 #fj ,b ,the poems in the following list are those prescribed by the ,department of ,education in the ,province of ,ontario1 for examination for the ,senior ,public ,school ,diploma1 ,senior ,high ,school ,entrance1 and ,entrance into the ,model ,schools4 ,in addition to these poems1 ,shakespeare's ,the ,merchant of ,venice is also prescribed for this examination4 ,see ,circular #eh4 ,,page ,tennyson ,enid 7#adh7 #fd ,tennyson ,ode on the ,death of the ,duke of ,wellington 7#aea 7 #ij ,tennyson ,the ,day ,dream 7#aec7 #ii ,tennyson 8,you ,ask ,me1 ,why--0 7#aef7 #ajf ,goldsmith ,the ,traveller 7#aef7 #ajg ,browning ,home-,thoughts1 from the ,sea 7#afd7 #abj ,browning ,the ,patriot 7#afe7 #aba ,browning ,love ,among the ,ruins 7#aff7 #abb ,byron ,the ,isles of ,greece 7#afg7 #abe ,clough 8,as ,ships1 ,becalm'd--0 7#afi7 #abi ,holmes ,the ,chambered ,nautilus 7#afi7 #acj ,list of ,selections for ,memorization #acb ,,narrative ,,and ,,lyric ,,poems ,,second ,,series ,,enoch ,,arden4 ,long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm2 ,and in the chasm are foam and yellow sands2 ,beyond1 red roofs about a narrow wharf ,in cluster2 then a moulder'd church2 and higher ,a long street climbs to one tall-tower'd mill2 #e ,and high in heaven behind it a gray down ,with ,danish barrows2 and a hazelwood1 ,by autumn nutters haunted1 flourishes ,green in a cuplike hollow of the down4 ,here on this beach a hundred years ago1 #aj ,three children of three houses1 ,annie ,lee1 ,the prettiest little damsel in the port1 ,and ,philip ,ray the miller's only son1 ,and ,enoch ,arden1 a rough sailor's lad ,made orphan by a winter shipwreck1 play'd #ae ,among the waste and lumber of the shore1 ,hard coils of cordage1 swarthy fishing-nets1 ,anchors of rusty fluke1 and boats updrawn2 ,and built their castles of dissolving sand ,to watch them overflow'd1 or following up #bj ,and flying the white breaker1 daily left ,the little footprint daily wash'd away4 ,a narrow cave ran in beneath the cliff3 ,in this the children play'd at keeping house4 ,enoch was host one day1 ,philip the next1 #be ,while ,annie still was mistress2 but at times ,enoch would hold possession for a week3 #8,this is my house and this my little wife4' #8,mine too1' said ,philip #8turn and turn about3' ,when1 if they quarrell'd1 ,enoch stronger-made #cj ,was master3 then would ,philip1 his blue eyes ,all flooded with the helpless wrath of tears1 ,shriek out #8,i hate you1 ,enoch1' and at this ,the little wife would weep for company1 ,and pray them not to quarrel for her sake1 #ce ,and say she would be little wife to both4 ,but when the dawn of rosy childhood past1 ,and the new warmth of life's ascending sun ,was felt by either1 either fixt his heart ,on that one girl2 and ,enoch spoke his love1 #dj ,but ,philip loved in silence2 and the girl ,seem'd kinder unto ,philip than to him2 ,but she loved ,enoch2 tho' she knew it not1 ,and would if asked deny it4 ,enoch set ,a purpose evermore before his eyes1 #de ,to hoard all savings to the uttermost1 ,to purchase his own boat1 and make a home ,for ,annie3 and so prosper'd that at last ,a luckier or a bolder fisherman1 ,a carefuller in peril1 did not breathe #ej ,for leagues along that breaker-beaten coast ,than ,enoch4 ,likewise had he served a year ,on board a merchantman1 and made himself ,full sailor2 and he thrice had pluck'd a life ,from the dread sweep of the downstreaming seas3 #ee ,and all men look'd upon him favourably3 ,and ere he touch'd his one and-twentieth ,may ,he purchased his own boat1 and made a home ,for ,annie1 neat and nest-like1 halfway up ,the narrow street that clamber'd toward the mill4 #fj ,then1 on a golden autumn eventide1 ,the younger people making holiday1 ,with bag and sack and basket1 great and small ,went nutting to the hazels4 ,philip stay'd 7,his father lying sick and needing him7 #fe ,an hour behind2 but as he climbed the hill1 ,just where the prone edge of the wood began ,to feather toward the hollow1 saw the pair1 ,enoch and ,annie1 sitting hand-in-hand1 ,his large gray eyes and weather-beaten face #gj ,all kindled by a still and sacred fire1 ,that burn'd as on an altar4 ,philip look'd1 ,and in their eyes and faces read his doom2 ,then1 as their faces drew together1 groan'd2 ,and slipt aside1 and like a wounded life #ge ,crept down into the hollows of the wood2 ,there1 while the rest were loud in merrymaking1 ,had his dark hour unseen1 and rose and past ,bearing a lifelong hunger in his heart4 ,so these were wed1 and merrily rang the bells1 #hj ,and merrily ran the years1 seven happy years1 ,seven happy years of health and competence1 ,and mutual love and honourable toil2 ,with children2 first a daughter4 ,in him woke1 ,with his first babe's first cry1 the noble wish #he ,to save all earnings to the uttermost1 ,and give his child a better bringing up ,than his had been1 or hers2 a wish renew'd1 ,when two years after came a boy to be ,the rosy idol of her solitudes1 #ij ,while ,enoch was abroad on wrathful seas1 ,or often journeying landward2 for in truth ,enoch's white horse1 and ,enoch's ocean-spoil ,in ocean-smelling osier and his face1 ,rough-redden'd with a thousand winter gales1 #ie ,not only to the market-cross were known1 ,but in the leafy lanes behind the down1 ,far as the portal-warding lion-whelp1 ,and peacock-yewtree of the lonely ,hall1 ,whose ,friday fare was ,enoch's ministering4 #ajj ,then came a change1 as all things human change4 ,ten miles to northward of the narrow port ,open'd a larger haven3 thither used ,enoch at times to go by land or sea2 ,and once when there1 and clambering on a mast #aje ,in harbour1 by mischance he slipt and fell3 ,a limb was broken when they lifted him2 ,and while he lay recovering there1 his wife ,bore him another son1 a sickly one3 ,another hand crept too across his trade #aaj ,taking her bread and theirs3 and on him fell1 ,altho' a grave and staid ,god-fearing man1 ,yet lying thus inactive1 doubt and gloom4 ,he seem'd1 as in a nightmare of the night1 ,to see his children leading evermore #aae ,low miserable lives of hand-to-mouth1 ,and her1 he loved1 a beggar3 then he pray'd #8,save them from this1 whatever comes to me4' ,and while he pray'd1 the master of that ship ,enoch had served in1 hearing his mischance1 #abj ,came1 for he knew the man and valued him1 ,reporting of his vessel ,china-bound1 ,and wanting yet a boatswain4 ,would he go8 ,there yet were many weeks before she sail'd1 ,sail'd from this port4 ,would ,enoch have the place8 #abe ,and ,enoch all at once assented to it1 ,rejoicing at that answer to his prayer4 ,so now that shadow of mischance appear'd ,no graver than as when some little cloud ,cuts off the fiery highway of the sun1 #acj ,and isles a light in the offing3 yet the wife-- ,when he was gone--the children--what to do8 ,then ,enoch lay long-pondering on his plans2 ,to sell the boat--and yet he loved her well-- ,how many a rough sea had he weathered in her6 #ace ,he knew her1 as a horseman knows his horse-- ,and yet to sell her--then with what she brought ,buy goods and stores--set ,annie forth in trade ,with all that seamen needed or their wives-- ,so might she keep the house while he was gone4 #adj ,should he not trade himself out yonder8 go ,this voyage more than once8 yea1 twice or thrice-- ,as oft as needed--last1 returning rich1 ,become the master of a larger craft1 ,with fuller profits lead an easier life1 #ade ,have all his pretty young ones educated1 ,and pass his days in peace among his own4 ,thus ,enoch in his heart determined all3 ,then moving homeward came on ,annie pale1 ,nursing the sickly babe1 her latest-born4 #aej ,forward she started with a happy cry1 ,and laid the feeble infant in his arms2 ,whom ,enoch took1 and handled all his limbs1 ,appraised his weight and fondled fatherlike1 ,but had no heart to break his purposes #aee ,to ,annie1 till the morrow1 when he spoke4 ,then first since ,enoch's golden ring had girt ,her finger1 ,annie fought against his will3 ,yet not with brawling opposition she1 ,but manifold entreaties1 many a tear1 #afj ,many a sad kiss by day or night renew'd 7,sure that all evil would come out of it7 ,besought him1 supplicating1 if he cared ,for her or his dear children1 not to go4 ,he not for his own self caring but her1 #afe ,her and her children1 let her plead in vain2 ,so grieving held his will1 and bore it thro4' ,for ,enoch parted with his old sea-friend1 ,bought ,annie goods and stores1 and set his hand ,to fit their little streetward sitting-room #agj ,with shelf and corner for the goods and stores4 ,so all day long till ,enoch's last at home1 ,shaking their pretty cabin1 hammer and axe1 ,auger and saw1 while ,annie seem'd to hear ,her own death-scaffold raising1 shrill'd and rang #age ,till this was ended1 and his careful hand1-- ,the space was narrow1--having order'd all ,almost as neat and close as nature packs ,her blossom or her seedling1 paused2 and he1 ,who needs would work for ,annie to the last1 #ahj ,ascending tired1 heavily slept till morn4 ,and ,enoch faced this morning of farewell ,brightly and boldly4 ,all his ,annie's fears1 ,save as his ,annie's1 were a laughter to him4 ,yet ,enoch as a brave ,god-fearing man #ahe ,bow'd himself down1 and in that mystery ,where ,god-in-man is one with man-in-,god1 ,pray'd for a blessing on his wife and babes ,whatever came to him3 and then he said #8,annie1 this voyage by the grace of ,god #aij ,will bring fair weather yet to all of us4 ,keep a clean hearth and a clear fire for me1 ,for ,i'll be back1 my girl1 before you know it4' ,then lightly rocking baby's cradle #8and he1 ,this pretty1 puny1 weakly little one1-- #aie ,nay--for ,i love him all the better for it-- ,god bless him1 he shall sit upon my knees ,and ,i will tell him tales of foreign parts1 ,and make him merry1 when ,i come home again4 ,come ,annie1 come1 cheer up before ,i go4' #bjj ,him running on thus hopefully she heard1 ,and almost hoped herself2 but when he turn'd ,the current of his talk to greater things ,in sailor fashion roughly sermonizing ,on providence and trust in ,heaven1 she heard1 #bje ,heard and not heard him2 as the village girl1 ,who sets her pitcher underneath the spring1 ,musing on him that used to fill it for her1 ,hears and not hears1 and lets it overflow4 ,at length she spoke #8,o ,enoch1 you are wise2 #baj ,and yet for all your wisdom well know ,i ,that ,i shall look upon your face no more4' #8,well then1' said ,enoch1 #8,i shall look on yours4 ,annie1 the ship ,i sail in passes here 7,he named the day7 get you a seaman's glass1 #bae ,spy out my face1 and laugh at all your fears4' ,but when the last of those last moments came1 #8,annie1 my girl1 cheer up1 be comforted1 ,look to the babes1 and till ,i come again1 ,keep everything shipshape1 for ,i must go4 #bbj ,and fear no more for me2 or if you fear ,cast all your cares on ,god2 that anchor holds4 ,is ,he not yonder in those uttermost ,parts of the morning8 if ,i flee to these ,can ,i go from ,him8 and the sea is ,his1 #bbe ,the sea is ,his3 ,he made it4' ,enoch rose1 ,cast his strong arms about his drooping wife1 ,and kiss'd his wonder-stricken little ones2 ,but for the third1 the sickly one1 who slept #bcj ,after a night of feverous wakefulness1 ,when ,annie would have raised him ,enoch said #8,wake him not2 let him sleep2 how should the child ,remember this8' and kiss'd him in his cot4 ,but ,annie from her baby's forehead clipt #bce ,a tiny curl1 and gave it3 this he kept ,thro' all his future2 but now hastily caught ,his bundle1 waved his hand1 and went his way4 ,she1 when the day1 that ,enoch mention'd1 came1 ,borrow'd a glass1 but all in vain3 perhaps #bdj ,she could not fix the glass to suit her eye2 ,perhaps her eye was dim1 hand tremulous2 ,she saw him not3 and while he stood on deck ,waving1 the moment and the vessel past4 ,ev'n to the last dip of the vanishing sail #bde ,she watch'd it1 and departed weeping for him2 ,then1 tho' she mourned his absence as his grave1 ,set her sad will no less to chime with his1 ,but throve not in her trade1 not being bred ,to barter1 nor compensating the want #bej ,by shrewdness1 neither capable of lies1 ,nor asking overmuch and taking less1 ,and still foreboding #8what would ,enoch say8' ,for more than once1 in days of difficulty ,and pressure1 had she sold her wares for less #bee ,than what she gave in buying what she sold3 ,she failed and sadden'd knowing it2 and thus1 ,expectant of that news which never came1 ,gain'd for her own a scanty sustenance1 ,and lived a life of silent melancholy4 #bfj ,now the third child was sickly-born and grew ,yet sicklier1 tho' the mother cared for it ,with all a mother's care3 nevertheless1 ,whether her business often called her from it1 ,or thro' the want of what it needed most1 #bfe ,or means to pay the voice who best could tell ,what most it needed--howsoe'er it was1 ,after a lingering1--ere she was aware1-- ,like the caged bird escaping suddenly1 ,the little innocent soul flitted away4 #bgj ,in that same week when ,annie buried it1 ,philip's true heart1 which hunger'd for her peace 7,since ,enoch left he had not look'd upon her71 ,smote him1 as having kept aloof so long4 #8,surely' said ,philip #8,i may see her now1 #bge ,may be some little comfort2' therefore went1 ,past thro' the solitary room in front1 ,paused for a moment at an inner door1 ,then struck it thrice1 and1 no one opening1 ,enter'd2 but ,annie1 seated with her grief1 #bhj ,fresh from the burial of her little one1 ,cared not to look on any human face1 ,but turn'd her own toward the wall and wept4 ,then ,philip standing up said falteringly #8,annie1 ,i come to ask a favour of you4' #bhe ,he spoke2 the passion in her moan'd reply #8,favour from one so sad and so forlorn ,as ,i am6' half abashed him2 yet unask'd1 ,his bashfulness and tenderness at war1 ,he set himself beside her1 saying to her3 #bij #8,i came to speak to you of what he wished1 ,enoch1 your husband3 ,i have ever said ,you chose the best among us--a strong man3 ,for where he fixt his heart he set his hand ,to do the thing he will'd1 and bore it thro'4 #bie ,and wherefore did he go this weary way1 ,and leave you lonely8 not to see the world-- ,for pleasure8--nay1 but for the wherewithal ,to give his babes a better bringing-up ,than his had been1 or yours3 that was his wish4 #cjj ,and if he come again1 vext will he be ,to find the precious morning hours were lost4 ,and it would vex him even in his grave1 ,if he could know his babes were running wild ,like colts about the waste4 ,so1 ,annie1 now-- #cje ,have we not known each other all our lives8 ,i do beseech you by the love you bear ,him and his children not to say me nay-- ,for1 if you will1 when ,enoch comes again ,why then he shall repay me--if you will1 #caj ,annie--for ,i am rich and well-to-do4 ,now let me put the boy and girl to school3 ,this is the favour that ,i came to ask4' ,then ,annie with her brows against the wall ,answer'd #8,i cannot look you in the face2 #cae ,i seem so foolish and so broken down4 ,when you came in my sorrow broke me down2 ,and now ,i think your kindness breaks me down2 ,but ,enoch lives2 that is borne in on me3 ,he will repay you3 money can be repaid2 #cbj ,not kindness such as yours4' ,and ,philip ask'd #8,then you will let me1 ,annie8' ,there she turn'd1 ,she rose1 and fixed her swimming eyes upon him1 #cbe ,and dwelt a moment on his kindly face1 ,then calling down a blessing on his head ,caught at his hand1 and wrung it passionately1 ,and past into the little garth beyond4 ,so lifted up in spirit he moved away4 #ccj ,then ,philip put the boy and girl to school1 ,and bought them needful books1 and everyway1 ,like one who does his duty by his own1 ,made himself theirs2 and tho' for ,annie's sake1 ,fearing the lazy gossip of the port1 #cce ,he oft denied his heart his dearest wish1 ,and seldom crost her threshold1 yet he sent ,gifts by the children1 garden-herbs and fruit1 ,the late and early roses from his wall1 ,or conies from the down1 and now and then1 #cdj ,with some pretext of fineness in the meal ,to save the offence of charitable1 flour ,from his tall mill that whistled on the waste4 ,but ,philip did not fathom ,annie's mind3 ,scarce could the woman when he came upon her1 #cde ,out of full heart and boundless gratitude ,light on a broken word to thank him with4 ,but ,philip was her children's all-in-all2 ,from distant corners of the street they ran ,to greet his hearty welcome heartily2 #cej ,lords of his house and of his mill were they2 ,worried his passive ear with petty wrongs ,or pleasures1 hung upon him1 play'd with him ,and call'd him ,father ,philip4 ,philip gain'd ,as ,enoch lost2 for ,enoch seem'd to them #cee ,uncertain as a vision or a dream1 ,faint as a figure seen in early dawn ,down at the far end of an avenue1 ,going we know not where3 and so ten years1 ,since ,enoch left his hearth and native land1 #cfj ,fled forward1 and no news of ,enoch came4 ,it chanced one evening ,annie's children long'd ,to go with others1 nutting to the wood1 ,and ,annie would go with them2 then they begg'd ,for ,father ,philip 7as they call'd him7 too3 #cfe ,him1 like the working bee in blossom-dust1 ,blanch'd with his mill1 they found2 and saying to him #8,come with us father ,philip' he denied2 ,but when the children pluck'd at him to go1 ,he laugh'd and yielded readily to their wish1 #cgj ,for was not ,annie with them8 and they went4 ,but after scaling half the weary down1 ,just where the prone edge of the wood began ,to feather toward the hollow1 all her force ,fail'd her2 and sighing #8,let me rest' she said2 #cge ,so ,philip rested with her well-content2 ,while all the younger ones with jubilant cries ,broke from their elders1 and tumultuously ,down thro' the whitening hazels made a plunge ,to the bottom1 and dispersed1 and bent or broke #chj ,the lithe reluctant boughs to tear away ,their tawny clusters1 crying to each other ,and calling1 here and there1 about the wood4 ,but ,philip sitting at her side forgot ,her presence1 and remember'd one dark hour #che ,here in this wood1 when like a wounded life ,he crept into the shadow3 at last he said ,lifting his honest forehead1 #8,listen1 ,annie1 ,how merry they are down yonder in the wood4' #8,tired1 ,annie8' for she did not speak a word4 #cij #8,tired8' but her face had fallen upon her hands2 ,at which as with a kind of anger in him1 #8,the ship was lost1' he said1 #8the ship was lost6 ,no more of that6 why should you kill yourself ,and make them orphans quite8' ,and ,annie said #cie #8,i thought not of it3 but--,i know not why-- ,their voices make me feel so solitary4' ,then ,philip coming somewhat closer spoke4 #8,annie1 there is a thing upon my mind1 ,and it has been upon my mind so long1 #djj ,that tho' ,i know not when it first came there1 ,i know that it will out at last4 ,o ,annie1 ,it is beyond all hope1 against all chance1 ,that he who left you ten long years ago ,should still be living2 well then--let me speak3 #dje ,i grieve to see you poor and wanting help3 ,i cannot help you as ,i wish to do ,unless--they say that women are so quick-- ,perhaps you know what ,i would have you know-- ,i wish you for my wife4 ,i fain would prove #daj ,a father to your children3 ,i do think ,they love me as a father3 ,i am sure ,that ,i love them as if they were mine own2 ,and ,i believe1 if you were fast my wife1 ,that after all these sad uncertain years1 #dae ,we might be still as happy as ,god grants ,to any of ,his creatures4 ,think upon it3 ,for ,i am well-to-do--no kin1 no care1 ,no burthen1 save my care for you and yours3 ,and we have known each other all our lives1 #dbj ,and ,i have loved you longer than you know4' ,then answer'd ,annie2 tenderly she spoke3 #8,you have been as ,god's good angel in our house4 ,god bless you for it1 ,god reward you for it1 ,philip1 with something happier than myself4 #dbe ,can one love twice8 can you be ever loved ,as ,enoch was8 what is it that you ask8' #8,i am content' he answer'd #8to be loved ,a little after ,enoch4' #8,o' she cried ,scared as it were #8dear ,philip1 wait a while3 #dcj ,if ,enoch comes--but ,enoch will not come-- ,yet wait a year1 a year is not so long3 ,surely ,i shall be wiser in a year3 ,o wait a little6' ,philip sadly said #8,annie1 as ,i have waited all my life #dce ,i well may wait a little4' #8,nay' she cried #8,i am bound3 you have my promise--in a year3 ,will you not bide your year as ,i bide mine8' ,and ,philip answer'd #8,i will bide my year4' ,here both were mute1 till ,philip glancing up #ddj ,beheld the dead flame of the fallen day ,pass from the ,danish barrow overhead2 ,then fearing night and chill for ,annie1 rose ,and sent his voice beneath him thro' the wood4 ,up came the children laden with their spoil2 #dde ,then all descended to the port1 and there ,at ,annie's door he paused and gave his hand1 ,saying gently #8,annie1 when ,i spoke to you1 ,that was your hour of weakness4 ,i was wrong4 ,i am always bound to you1 but you are free4' #dej ,then ,annie weeping answer'd #8,i am bound4' ,she spoke2 and in one moment as it were1 ,while yet she went about her household ways1 ,ev'n as she dwelt upon his latest words1 ,that he had lov'd her longer than she knew1 #dee ,that autumn into autumn flash'd again1 ,and there he stood once more before her face1 ,claiming her promise4 #8,is it a year8' she ask'd4 #8,yes1 if the nuts' he said #8be ripe again3 ,come out and see4' ,but she--she put him off-- #dfj ,so much to look to--such a change--a month-- ,give her a month--she knew that she was bound-- ,a month--no more4 ,then ,philip with his eyes ,full of that lifelong hunger1 and his voice ,shaking a little like a drunkard's hand1 #dfe #8,take your own time1 ,annie1 take your own time4' ,and ,annie could have wept for pity of him2 ,and yet she held him on delayingly ,with many a scarce-believable excuse1 ,trying his truth and his long-sufferance1 #dgj ,till half-another year had slipped away4 ,by this the lazy gossips of the port1 ,abhorrent of a calculation crost ,began to chafe as at a personal wrong4 ,some thought that ,philip did but trifle with her2 #dge ,some that she but held off to draw him on2 ,and others laugh'd at her and ,philip too1 ,as simple folk that knew not their own minds2 ,and one1 in whom all evil fancies clung ,like serpent eggs together1 laughingly #dhj ,would hint at worse in either4 ,her own son ,was silent1 tho' he often look'd his wish2 ,but evermore the daughter prest upon her ,to wed the man so dear to all of them ,and lift the household out of poverty2 #dhe ,and ,philip's rosy face contracting grew ,careworn and wan2 and all these things fell on her ,sharp as reproach4 ,at last one night it chanced ,that ,annie could not sleep1 but earnestly #dij ,pray'd for a sign #8my ,enoch is he gone8' ,then compass'd round by the blind wall of night ,brook'd not the expectant terror of her heart1 ,started from bed1 and struck herself a light1 ,then desperately seized the holy ,book1 #die ,suddenly set it wide to find a sign1 ,suddenly put her finger on the text1 #8,under a palmtree4' ,that was nothing to her3 ,no meaning there3 she closed the ,book and slept3 ,when lo6 her ,enoch sitting on a height1 #ejj ,under a palmtree1 over him the ,sun3 #8,he is gone1' she thought1 #8he is happy1 he is singing ,hosanna in the highest3 yonder shines ,the ,sun of ,righteousness1 and these be palms ,whereof the happy people strowing cried #eje 8,hosanna in the highest60' ,here she woke1 ,resolved1 sent for him and said wildly to him #8,there is no reason why we should not wed4' #8,then for ,god's sake1' he answer'd1 #8both our sakes1 ,so you will wed me1 let it be at once4' #eaj ,so these were wed and merrily rang the bells1 ,merrily rang the bells and they were wed4 ,but never merrily beat ,annie's heart4 ,a footstep seem'd to fall beside her path1 ,she knew not whence2 a whisper on her ear1 #eae ,she knew not what2 nor loved she to be left ,alone at home nor ventured out alone4 ,what ail'd her then1 that ere she enter'd1 often ,her hand dwelt lingeringly on the latch1 ,fearing to enter3 ,philip thought he knew3 #ebj ,such doubts and fears were common to her state1 ,being with child3 but when her child was born1 ,then her new child was as herself renew'd1 ,then the new mother came about her heart1 ,then her good ,philip was her all-in-all1 #ebe ,and that mysterious instinct wholly died4 ,and where was ,enoch8 prosperously sail'd ,the ship #8,good ,fortune1' tho' at setting forth ,the ,biscay1 roughly ridging eastward1 shook ,and almost overwhelm'd her1 yet unvext #ecj ,she slipt across the summer of the world1 ,then after a long tumble about the ,cape ,and frequent interchange of foul and fair1 ,she passing thro' the summer world again1 ,the breath of heaven came continually #ece ,and sent her sweetly by the golden isles1 ,till silent in her oriental haven4 ,there ,enoch traded for himself1 and bought ,quaint monsters for the market of those times1 ,a gilded dragon also for the babes4 #edj ,less lucky her home-voyage3 at first indeed ,thro' many a fair sea-circle1 day by day1 ,scarce-rocking1 her full-busted figure-head ,stared o'er the ripple feathering from her bows3 ,then follow'd calms1 and then winds variable1 #ede ,then baffling1 a long course of them2 and last ,storm1 such as drove her under moonless heavens ,till hard upon the cry of #8breakers' came ,the crash of ruin1 and the loss of all ,but ,enoch and two others4 ,half the night1 #eej ,buoy'd upon floating tackle and broken spars1 ,these drifted1 stranding on an isle at morn ,rich1 but the loneliest in a lonely sea4 ,no want was there of human sustenance1 ,soft fruitage1 mighty nuts1 and nourishing roots2 #eee ,nor save for pity was it hard to take ,the helpless life so wild that it was tame4 ,there in a seaward-gazing mountain-gorge ,they built1 and thatch'd with leaves of palm1 a hut1 ,half hut1 half native cavern4 ,so the three1 #efj ,set in this ,eden of all plenteousness1 ,dwelt with eternal summer1 ill-content4 ,for one1 the youngest1 hardly more than boy1 ,hurt in that night of sudden ruin and wreck1 ,lay lingering out a three years' death-in-life4 #efe ,they could not leave him4 ,after he was gone1 ,the two remaining found a fallen stem2 ,and ,enoch's comrade1 careless of himself1 ,fire-hollowing this in ,indian fashion1 fell ,sun-stricken1 and that other lived alone4 #egj ,in those two deaths he read ,god's warning #8wait4' ,the mountain wooded to the peak1 the lawns ,and winding glades high up like ways to ,heaven1 ,the slender coco's drooping crown of plumes1 ,the lightning flash of insect and of bird1 #ege ,the lustre of the long convolvuluses ,that coil'd around the stately stems1 and ran ,ev'n to the limit of the land1 the glows ,and glories of the broad belt of the world1 ,all these he saw2 but what he fain had seen #ehj ,he could not see1 the kindly human face1 ,nor ever hear a kindly voice1 but heard ,the myriad shriek of wheeling ocean-fowl1 ,the league-long roller thundering on the reef1 ,the moving whisper of huge trees that branch'd #ehe ,and blossom'd in the zenith1 or the sweep ,of some precipitous rivulet to the wave1 ,as down the shore he ranged1 or all day long ,sat often in the seaward-gazing gorge1 ,a shipwreck'd sailor1 waiting for a sail3 #eij ,no sail from day to day1 but every day ,the sunrise broken into scarlet shafts ,among the palms and ferns and precipices2 ,the blaze upon the waters to the east2 ,the blaze upon his island overhead2 #eie ,the blaze upon the waters to the west2 ,then the great stars that globed themselves in ,heaven1 ,the hollower-bellowing ocean1 and again ,the scarlet shafts of sunrise--but no sail4 ,there often as he watch'd or seem'd to watch1 #fjj ,so still1 the golden lizard on him paused1 ,a phantom made of many phantoms moved ,before him haunting him1 or he himself ,moved haunting people1 things and places1 known ,far in a darker isle beyond the line2 #fje ,the babes1 their babble1 ,annie1 the small house1 ,the climbing street1 the mill1 the leafy lanes1 ,the peacock-yewtree and the lonely ,hall1 ,the horse he drove1 the boat he sold1 the chill ,november dawns and dewy-glooming downs1 #faj ,the gentle shower1 the smell of dying leaves1 ,and the low moan of leaden-colour'd seas4 ,once likewise1 in the ringing of his ears1 ,tho' faintly1 merrily--far and far away-- ,he heard the pealing of his parish bells2 #fae ,then1 tho' he knew not wherefore1 started up ,shuddering1 and when the beauteous hateful isle ,return'd upon him1 had not his poor heart ,spoken with ,that1 which being everywhere ,lets none1 who speaks with ,him1 seem all alone1 #fbj ,surely the man had died of solitude4 ,thus over ,enoch's early-silvering head ,the sunny and rainy seasons came and went ,year after year4 ,his hopes to see his own1 ,and pace the sacred old familiar fields1 #fbe ,not yet had perished1 when his lonely doom ,came suddenly to an end4 ,another ship 7,she wanted water7 blown by baffling winds1 ,like the ,good ,fortune1 from her destined course1 ,stay'd by this isle1 not knowing where she lay3 #fcj ,for since the mate had seen at early dawn ,across a break on the mist-wreathen isle ,the silent water slipping from the hills1 ,they sent a crew that landing burst away ,in search of stream or fount1 and fill'd the shores #fce ,with clamour4 ,downward from his mountain gorge ,stept the long-hair'd1 long-bearded solitary1 ,brown1 looking hardly human1 strangely clad1 ,muttering and mumbling1 idiotlike it seem'd1 ,with inarticulate rage1 and making signs #fdj ,they knew not what3 and yet he led the way ,to where the rivulets of sweet water ran2 ,and ever as he mingled with the crew1 ,and heard them talking1 his long-bounden tongue ,was loosen'd1 till he made them understand2 #fde ,whom1 when their casks were fill'd they took aboard3 ,and there the tale he utter'd brokenly1 ,scarce credited at first but more and more1 ,amazed and melted all who listen'd to it3 ,and clothes they gave him and free passage home2 #fej ,but oft he work'd among the rest and shook ,his isolation from him4 ,none of these ,came from his county1 or could answer him1 ,if question'd1 aught of what he cared to know4 ,and dull the voyage was with long delays1 #fee ,the vessel scarce sea-worthy2 but evermore ,his fancy fled before the lazy wind ,returning1 till beneath a clouded moon ,he like a lover down thro' all his blood ,drew in the dewy meadowy morning-breath #ffj ,of ,england1 blown across her ghostly wall3 ,and that same morning officers and men ,levied a kindly tax upon themselves1 ,pitying the lonely man and gave him it3 ,then moving up the coast they landed him1 #ffe ,ev'n in that harbour whence he sail'd before4 ,there ,enoch spoke no word to anyone1 ,but homeward--home--what home8 had he a home8 ,his home1 he walk'd4 ,bright was that afternoon1 ,sunny but chill2 till drawn thro' either chasm1 #fgj ,where either haven open'd on the deeps1 ,roll'd a sea-haze and whelm'd the world in gray2 ,cut off the length of highway on before1 ,and left but narrow breadth to left and right ,of wither'd holt or tilth or pasturage4 #fge ,on the nigh-naked tree the robin piped ,disconsolate1 and thro' the dripping haze ,the dead weight of the dead leaf bore it down3 ,thicker the drizzle grew1 deeper the gloom2 ,last1 as it seem'd1 a great mist-blotted light #fhj ,flared on him1 and he came upon the place4 ,then down the long street having slowly stolen1 ,his heart foreshadowing all calamity1 ,his eyes upon the stones1 he reach'd the home ,where ,annie lived and loved him1 and his babes #fhe ,in those far-off seven happy years were born2 ,but finding neither light nor murmur there 7,a bill of sale gleam'd thro' the drizzle7 crept ,still downward thinking #8dead or dead to me6' ,down to the pool and narrow wharf he went1 #fij ,seeking a tavern which of old he knew1 ,a front of timber-crost antiquity1 ,so propt1 worm-eaten1 ruinously old1 ,he thought it must have gone2 but he was gone ,who kept it2 and his widow1 ,miriam ,lane1 #fie ,with daily-dwindling profits held the house2 ,a haunt of brawling seamen once1 but now ,stiller1 with yet a bed for wandering men4 ,there ,enoch rested silent many days4 ,but ,miriam ,lane was good and garrulous1 #gjj ,nor let him be1 but often breaking in1 ,told him with other annals of the port1 ,not knowing--,enoch was so brown1 so bow'd ,so broken--all the story of his house4 ,his baby's death1 her growing poverty1 #gje ,how ,philip put her little ones to school1 ,and kept them in it1 his long wooing her1 ,her slow consent1 and marriage1 and the birth ,of ,philip's child3 and o'er his countenance ,no shadow past1 nor motion3 anyone1 #gaj ,regarding1 well had deem'd he felt the tale ,less than the teller3 only when she closed #8,enoch1 poor man1 was cast away and lost' ,he1 shaking his gray head pathetically1 ,repeated muttering #8cast away and lost2' #gae ,again in deeper inward whispers #8lost6' ,but ,enoch yearn'd to see her face again2 #8,if ,i might look on her sweet face again ,and know that she is happy4' ,so the thought ,haunted and harass'd him1 and drove him forth1 #gbj ,at evening when the dull ,november day ,was growing duller twilight1 to the hill4 ,there he sat down gazing on all below2 ,there did a thousand memories roll upon him1 ,unspeakable for sadness4 ,by and by #gbe ,the ruddy square of comfortable light1 ,far-blazing from the rear of ,philip's house1 ,allured him1 as the beacon-blaze allures ,the bird of passage1 till he madly strikes ,against it1 and beats out his weary life4 #gcj ,for ,philip's dwelling fronted on the street1 ,the latest house to landward2 but behind1 ,with one small gate that open'd on the waste1 ,flourish'd a little garden square and wall'd3 ,and in it throve an ancient evergreen1 #gce ,a yewtree1 and all around it ran a walk ,of shingle1 and a walk divided it3 ,but ,enoch shunn'd the middle walk and stole ,up by the wall1 behind the yew2 and thence ,that which he better might have shunn'd1 if griefs #gdj ,like his have worse or better1 ,enoch saw4 ,for cups and silver on the burnish'd board ,sparkled and shone2 so genial was the hearth3 ,and on the right hand of the hearth he saw ,philip1 the slighted suitor of old times1 #gde ,stout1 rosy1 with his babe across his knees2 ,and o'er her second father stoopt a girl1 ,a later but a loftier ,annie ,lee1 ,fair-hair'd and tall1 and from her lifted hand ,dangled a length of ribbon and a ring #gej ,to tempt the babe1 who rear'd his creasy arms1 ,caught at and ever miss'd it1 and they laugh'd3 ,and on the left hand of the hearth he saw ,the mother glancing often toward her babe1 ,but turning now and then to speak with him1 #gee ,her son1 who stood beside her tall and strong1 ,and saying that which pleased him1 for he smiled4 ,now when the dead man come to life beheld ,his wife his wife no more1 and saw the babe ,hers1 yet not his1 upon the father's knee1 #gfj ,and all the warmth1 the peace1 the happiness1 ,and his own children tall and beautiful1 ,and him1 that other1 reigning in his place1 ,lord of his rights and of his children's love1-- ,then he1 tho' ,miriam ,lane had told him all1 #gfe ,because things seen are mightier than things heard1 ,stagger'd and shook1 holding the branch1 and fear'd ,to send abroad a shrill and terrible cry1 ,which in one moment1 like the blast of doom1 ,would shatter all the happiness of the hearth4 #ggj ,he therefore turning softly like a thief1 ,lest the harsh shingle should grate underfoot1 ,and feeling all along the garden-wall1 ,lest he should swoon and tumble and be found1 ,crept to the gate1 and open'd it1 and closed1 #gge ,as lightly as a sick man's chamber-door1 ,behind him1 and came out upon the waste4 ,and there he would have knelt1 but that his knees ,were feeble1 so that falling prone he dug ,his fingers into the wet earth1 and pray'd4 #ghj #8,too hard to bear6 why did they take me thence8 ,o ,god ,almighty1 blessed ,saviour1 ,thou ,that did'st uphold me on my lonely isle1 ,uphold me1 ,father1 in my loneliness ,a little longer6 aid me1 give me strength #ghe ,not to tell her1 never to let her know4 ,help me not to break in upon her peace4 ,my children too6 must ,i not speak to these8 ,they know me not4 ,i should betray myself4 ,never3 no father's kiss for me--the girl #gij ,so like her mother1 and the boy1 my son4' ,there speech and thought and nature fail'd a little1 ,and he lay tranced2 but when he rose and paced ,back toward his solitary home again1 ,all down the long and narrow street he went #gie ,beating it in upon his weary brain1 ,as tho' it were the burthen of a song1 #8,not to tell her1 never to let her know4' ,he was not all unhappy4 ,his resolve ,upbore him1 and firm faith1 and evermore #hjj ,prayer from the living source within the will1 ,and beating up thro' all the bitter world1 ,like fountains of sweet water in the sea1 ,kept him a living soul4 #8,this miller's wife' ,he said to ,miriam #8that you told me of1 #hje ,has she no fear that her first husband lives8' #8,ay1 ay1 poor soul' said ,miriam1 #8fear enow6 ,if you could tell her you had seen him dead1 ,why1 that would be her comfort2' and he thought #8,after the ,lord has call'd me she shall know1 #haj ,i wait his time' and ,enoch set himself1 ,scorning an alms1 to work whereby to live4 ,almost to all things could he turn his hand4 ,cooper he was and carpenter1 and wrought ,to make the boatmen fishing-nets1 or help'd #hae ,at lading and unlading the tall barks1 ,that brought the stinted commerce of those days2 ,thus earn'd a scanty living for himself3 ,yet since he did but labour for himself1 ,work without hope1 there was not life in it #hbj ,whereby the man could live2 and as the year ,roll'd itself round again to meet the day ,when ,enoch had return'd1 a languor came ,upon him1 gentle sickness1 gradually ,weakening the man1 till he could do no more1 #hbe ,but kept the house1 his chair1 and last his bed4 ,and ,enoch bore his weakness cheerfully4 ,for sure no gladlier does the stranded wreck ,see thro' the gray skirts of a lifting squall ,the boat that bears the hope of life approach #hcj ,to save the life despair'd of1 than he saw ,death dawning on him1 and the close of all4 ,for thro' that dawning gleam'd a kindlier hope ,on ,enoch thinking #8after ,i am gone1 ,then may she learn ,i loved her to the last4' #hce ,he call'd aloud for ,miriam ,lane and said #8,woman1 ,i have a secret--only swear1 ,before ,i tell you--swear upon the book ,not to reveal it1 till you see me dead4' #8,dead1' clamour'd the good woman1 #8hear him talk6 #hdj ,i warrant1 man1 that we shall bring you round4' #8,swear' added ,enoch sternly #8on the book4' ,and on the book1 half-frighted1 ,miriam swore4 ,then ,enoch rolling his gray eyes upon her1 #8,did you know ,enoch ,arden of this town8' #hde #8,know him8' she said #8,i knew him far away4 ,ay1 ay1 ,i mind him coming down the street2 ,held his head high1 and cared for no man1 he4' ,slowly and sadly ,enoch answer'd her2 #8,his head is low1 and no man cares for him4 #hej ,i think ,i have not three days more to live2 ,i am the man4' ,at which the woman gave ,a half-incredulous1 half-hysterical cry4 #8,you ,arden1 you6 nay1--sure he was a foot ,higher than you be4' ,enoch said again #hee #8,my ,god has bow'd me down to what ,i am2 ,my grief and solitude have broken me2 ,nevertheless1 know you that ,i am he ,who married--but that name has twice been changed-- ,i married her who married ,philip ,ray4 #hfj ,sit1 listen4' ,then he told her of his voyage1 ,his wreck1 his lonely life1 his coming back1 ,his gazing in on ,annie1 his resolve1 ,and how he kept it4 ,as the woman heard1 ,fast flow'd the current of her easy tears1 #hfe ,while in her heart she yearn'd incessantly ,to rush abroad all round the little haven1 ,proclaiming ,enoch ,arden and his woes2 ,but awed and promise-bounden she forebore1 ,saying only #8,see your bairns before you go6 #hgj ,eh1 let me fetch 'em1 ,arden1' and arose ,eager to bring them down1 for ,enoch hung ,a moment on her words1 but then replied3 #8,woman1 disturb me not now at the last1 ,but let me hold my purpose till ,i die4 #hge ,sit down again2 mark me and understand1 ,while ,i have power to speak4 ,i charge you now1 ,when you shall see her1 tell her that ,i died ,blessing her1 praying for her1 loving her2 ,save for the bar between us1 loving her #hhj ,as when she laid her head beside my own4 ,and tell my daughter ,annie1 whom ,i saw ,so like her mother1 that my latest breath ,was spent in blessing her and praying for her4 ,and tell my son that ,i died blessing him4 #hhe ,and say to ,philip that ,i blest him too2 ,he never meant us any thing but good4 ,but if my children care to see me dead1 ,who hardly knew me living1 let them come1 ,i am their father2 but she must not come1 #hij ,for my dead face would vex her after-life4 ,and now there is but one of all my blood1 ,who will embrace me in the world-to-be3 ,this hair is his3 she cut it off and gave it1 ,and ,i have borne it with me all these years1 #hie ,and thought to bear it with me to my grave2 ,but now my mind is changed1 for ,i shall see him1 ,my babe in bliss3 wherefore when ,i am gone1 ,take1 give her this1 for it may comfort her3 ,it will moreover be a token to her1 #ijj ,that ,i am he4' ,he ceased2 and ,miriam ,lane ,made such a voluble answer promising all1 ,that once again he roll'd his eyes upon her ,repeating all he wish'd1 and once again #ije ,she promised4 ,then the third night after this1 ,while ,enoch slumber'd motionless and pale1 ,and ,miriam watch'd and dozed at intervals1 ,there came so loud a calling of the sea1 #iaj ,that all the houses in the haven rang4 ,he woke1 he rose1 he spread his arms abroad ,crying with a loud voice #8a sail6 a sail6 ,i am saved'2 and so fell back and spoke no more4 ,so past the strong heroic soul away4 #iae ,and when they buried him the little port ,had seldom seen a costlier funeral4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,morte ,d',,arthur4 ,so all day long the noise of battle roll'd ,among the mountains by the winter sea2 ,until ,king ,arthur's table1 man by man1 ,had fallen in ,lyonnesse about their ,lord1 ,king ,arthur3 then1 because his wound was deep1 #e ,the bold ,sir ,bedivere uplifted him1 ,sir ,bedivere1 the last of all his knights1 ,and bore him to a chapel nigh the field1 ,a broken chancel with a broken cross1 ,that stood on a dark strait of barren land4 #aj ,on one side lay the ,ocean1 and on one ,lay a great water1 and the moon was full4 ,then spake ,king ,arthur to ,sir ,bedivere3 #8,the sequel of to-day unsolders all ,the goodliest fellowship of famous knights #ae ,whereof this world holds record4 ,such a sleep ,they sleep--the men ,i loved4 ,i think that we ,shall never more1 at any future time1 ,delight our souls with talk of knightly deeds1 ,walking about the gardens and the halls #bj ,of ,camelot1 as in the days that were4 ,i perish by this people which ,i made1-- ,tho' ,merlin sware that ,i should come again ,to rule once more--but let what will be1 be1 ,i am so deeply smitten thro' the helm #be ,that without help ,i cannot last till morn4 ,thou therefore take my brand ,excalibur1 ,which was my pride3 for thou rememberest how ,in those old days1 one summer noon1 an arm ,rose up from out the bosom of the lake1 #cj ,clothed in white samite1 mystic1 wonderful1 ,holding the sword--and how ,i row'd across ,and took it1 and have worn it1 like a king3 ,and1 wheresoever ,i am sung or told ,in aftertime1 this also shall be known3 #ce ,but now delay not3 take ,excalibur1 ,and fling him far into the middle mere3 ,watch what thou sest1 and lightly bring me word4' ,to him replied the bold ,sir ,bedivere3 #8,it is not meet1 ,sir ,king1 to leave thee thus1 #dj ,aidless1 alone1 and smitten thro' the helm4 ,a little thing may harm a wounded man4 ,yet ,i thy hest will all perform at full1 ,watch what ,i see1 and lightly bring thee word4' ,so saying1 from the ruin'd shrine he stept #de ,and in the moon athwart the place of tombs1 ,where lay the mighty bones of ancient men1 ,old knights1 and over them the sea-wind sang ,shrill1 chill1 with flakes of foam4 ,he1 stepping down ,by zig-zag paths1 and juts of pointed rock1 #ej ,came on the shining levels of the lake4 ,there drew he forth the brand ,excalibur1 ,and o'er him1 drawing it1 the winter moon1 ,brightening the skirts of a long cloud1 ran forth ,and sparkled keen with frost against the hilt2 #ee ,for all the haft twinkled with diamond sparks1 ,myriads of topaz-lights1 and jacinth-work ,of subtlest jewellery4 ,he gazed so long ,that both his eyes were dazzled1 as he stood1 ,this way and that dividing the swift mind1 #fj ,in act to throw3 but at the last it seem'd ,better to leave ,excalibur conceal'd ,there in the many-knotted waterflags1 ,that whistled stiff and dry about the marge4 ,so strode he back slow to the wounded ,king4 #fe ,then spake ,king ,arthur to ,sir ,bedivere3 #8,hast thou perform'd my mission which ,i gave8 ,what is it thou hast seen8 or what hast heard8' ,and answer made the bold ,sir ,bedivere3 #8,i heard the ripple washing in the reeds1 #gj ,and the wild water lapping on the crag4' ,to whom replied ,king ,arthur1 faint and pale3 #8,thou hast betray'd thy nature and thy name1 ,not rendering true answer1 as beseem'd ,thy falty1 nor like a noble knight3 #ge ,for surer sign had follow'd1 either hand1 ,or voice1 or else a motion of the mere4 ,this is a shameful thing for men to lie4 ,yet now1 ,i charge thee1 quickly go again ,as thou art lief and dear1 and do the thing #hj ,i bad thee1 watch1 and lightly bring me word4' ,then went ,sir ,bedivere the second time ,across the ridge1 and paced beside the mere1 ,counting the dewy pebbles1 fix'd in thought2 ,but when he saw the wonder of the hilt1 #he ,how curiously and strangely chased1 he smote ,his palms together1 and he cried aloud1 #8,and if indeed ,i cast the brand away1 ,surely a precious thing1 one worthy note1 ,should thus be lost for ever from the earth1 #ij ,which might have pleased the eyes of many men4 ,what good should follow this1 if this were done8 ,what harm1 undone8 deep harm to disobey1 ,seeing obedience is the bond of rule4 ,were it well to obey then1 if a king demand #ie ,an act unprofitable1 against himself8 ,the ,king is sick1 and knows not what he does4 ,what record1 or what relic of my lord ,should be to aftertime1 but empty breath ,and rumours of a doubt8 but were this kept1 #ajj ,stored in some treasure-house of mighty kings1 ,some one might show it at a joust of arms1 ,saying1 8,king ,arthur's sword1 ,excalibur1 ,wrought by the lonely maiden of the ,lake ,nine years she wrought it1 sitting in the deeps #aje ,upon the hidden bases of the hills40 ,so might some old man speak in the aftertime ,to all the people1 winning reverence4 ,but now much honour and much fame were lost4' ,so spake he1 clouded with his own conceit1 #aaj ,and hid ,excalibur the second time1 ,and so strode back slow to the wounded ,king4 ,then spoke ,king ,arthur1 breathing heavily3 #8,what is it thou hast seen8 or what hast heard8' ,and answer made the bold ,sir ,bedivere3 #aae #8,i heard the water lapping on the crag1 ,and the long ripple washing in the reeds4' ,to whom replied ,king ,arthur1 much in wrath3 #8,ah1 miserable and unkind1 untrue1 ,unknightly1 traitor-hearted6 ,woe is me6 #abj ,authority forgets a dying king1 ,laid widow'd of the power in his eye ,that bow'd the will4 ,i see thee what thou art1 ,for thou1 the latest-left of all my knights1 ,in whom should meet the offices of all1 #abe ,thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt2 ,either from lust of gold1 or like a girl ,valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes4 ,yet1 for a man may fail in duty twice1 ,and the third time may prosper1 get thee hence3 #acj ,but1 if thou spare to fling ,excalibur1 ,i will arise and slay thee with my hands4' ,then quickly rose ,sir ,bedivere1 and ran1 ,and1 leaping down the ridges lightly1 plunged ,among the bulrush-beds1 and clutch'd the sword1 #ace ,and strongly wheel'd and threw it4 ,the great brand ,made lightnings in the splendour of the moon1 ,and flashing round and round1 and whirl'd in an arch1 ,shot like a streamer of the northern morn1 ,seen where the moving isles of winter shock #adj ,by night1 with noises of the northern sea4 ,so flash'd and fell the brand ,excalibur3 ,but ere he dipt the surface1 rose an arm ,clothed in white samite1 mystic1 wonderful1 ,and caught him by the hilt1 and brandish'd him #ade ,three times1 and drew him under in the mere4 ,and lightly went the other to the ,king4 ,then spoke ,king ,arthur1 drawing thicker breath3 #8,now see ,i by thine eyes that this is done4 ,speak out3 what is it thou hast heard1 or seen8' #aej ,and answer made the bold ,sir ,bedivere3 #8,sir ,king1 ,i closed mine eyelids1 lest the gems ,should blind my purpose1 for ,i never saw1 ,nor shall see1 here or elsewhere1 till ,i die1 ,not tho' ,i live three lives of mortal men1 #aee ,so great a miracle as yonder hilt4 ,then with both hands ,i flung him1 wheeling him2 ,but when ,i look'd again1 behold an arm1 ,clothed in white samite1 mystic1 wonderful1 ,that caught him by the hilt1 and brandish'd him #afj ,three times1 and drew him under in the mere4' ,and answer made ,king ,arthur1 breathing hard3 #8,my end draws nigh2 'tis time that ,i were gone4 ,make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight1 ,and bear me to the margin2 yet ,i fear #afe ,my wound hath taken cold1 and ,i shall die4' ,so saying1 from the pavement he half rose1 ,slowly1 with pain1 reclining on his arm1 ,and looking wistfully with wide blue eyes ,as in a picture4 ,him ,sir ,bedivere #agj ,remorsefully regarded thro' his tears1 ,and would have spoken1 but he found not words1 ,then took with care1 and kneeling on one knee1 ,o'er both his shoulders drew the languid hands1 ,and rising bore him thro' the place of tombs4 #age ,but1 as he walk'd1 ,king ,arthur panted hard1 ,like one that feels a nightmare on his bed ,when all the house is mute4 ,so sigh'd the ,king1 ,muttering and murmuring at his ear1 #8,quick1 quick6 ,i fear it is too late1 and ,i shall die4' #ahj ,but the other swiftly strode from ridge to ridge1 ,clothed with his breath1 and looking1 as he walk'd1 ,larger than human on the frozen hills4 ,he heard the deep behind him1 and a cry ,before4 ,his own thought drove him1 like a goad4 #ahe ,dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves ,and barren chasms1 and all to left and right ,the bare black cliff clang'd round him1 as he based ,his feet on juts of slippery crag that rang ,sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels-- #aij ,and on a sudden1 lo6 the level lake1 ,and the long glories of the winter moon4 ,then saw they how there hove a dusky barge1 ,dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern1 ,beneath them2 and descending they were ware #aie ,that all the decks were dense with stately forms ,black-stoled1 black-hooded1 like a dream--by these ,three ,queens with crowns of gold--and from them rose ,a cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars1 ,and1 as it were one voice1 an agony #bjj ,of lamentation1 like a wind that shrills ,all night in a waste land1 where no one comes1 ,or hath come1 since the making of the world4 ,then murmur'd ,arthur1 #8,place me in the barge1' ,and to the barge they came4 ,there those three ,queens #bje ,put forth their hands1 and took the ,king1 and wept4 ,but she1 that rose the tallest of them all ,and fairest1 laid his head upon her lap1 ,and loosed the shatter'd casque1 and chafed his hands1 ,and call'd him by his name1 complaining loud1 #baj ,and dropping bitter tears against his brow ,striped with dark blood3 for all his face was white ,and colourless1 and like the wither'd moon ,smote by the fresh beam of the springing east2 ,and all his greaves and cuisses dash'd with drops #bae ,of onset2 and the light and lustrous curls-- ,that made his forehead like a rising sun ,high from the das-throne--were parch'd with dust1 ,or1 clotted into points and hanging loose1 ,mix'd with the knightly growth that fringed his lips4 #bbj ,so like a shatter'd column lay the ,king2 ,not like that ,arthur who1 with lance in rest1 ,from spur to plume a star of tournament1 ,shot thro' the lists at ,camelot1 and charged ,before the eyes of ladies and of kings4 #bbe ,then loudly cried the bold ,sir ,bedivere1 #8,ah6 my ,lord ,arthur1 whither shall ,i go8 ,where shall ,i hide my forehead and my eyes8 ,for now ,i see the true old times are dead1 ,when every morning brought a noble chance1 #bcj ,and every chance brought out a noble knight4 ,such times have been not since the light that led ,the holy ,elders with the gift of myrrh4 ,but now the whole ,,round ,,table is dissolved ,which was an image of the mighty world2 #bce ,and ,i1 the last1 go forth companionless1 ,and the days darken round me1 and the years1 ,among new men1 strange faces1 other minds4' ,and slowly answered ,arthur from the barge3 ,the old order changeth1 yielding place to new1 #bdj ,and ,god fulfils ,himself in many ways1 ,lest one good custom should corrupt the world4 ,comfort thyself3 what comfort is in me8 ,i have lived my life1 and that which ,i have done ,may ,he within ,himself make pure6 but thou1 #bde ,if thou shouldst never see my face again1 ,pray for my soul4 ,more things are wrought by prayer ,than this world dreams of4 ,wherefore1 let thy voice ,rise like a fountain for me night and day4 ,for what are men better than sheep or goats #bej ,that nourish a blind life within the brain1 ,if1 knowing ,god1 they lift not hands of prayer ,both for themselves and those who call them friend8 ,for so the whole round earth is every way ,bound by gold chains about the feet of ,god4 #bee ,but now farewell4 ,i am going a long way ,with these thou sest--if indeed ,i go-- 7,for all my mind is clouded with a doubt7 ,to the island-valley of ,avilion2 ,where falls not hail1 or rain1 or any snow1 #bfj ,nor ever wind blows loudly2 but it lies ,deep-meadow'd1 happy1 fair with orchard-lawns ,and bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea1 ,where ,i will heal me of my grievous wound4' ,so said he1 and the barge with oar and sail #bfe ,moved from the brink1 like some full-breasted swan ,that1 fluting a wild carol ere her death1 ,ruffles her pure cold plume1 and takes the flood ,with swarthy webs4 ,long stood ,sir ,bedivere ,revolving many memories1 till the hull #bgj ,look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn1 ,and on the mere the wailing died away4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,prisoner ,,of ,,chillon4 ,i4 ,my hair is gray1 but not with years1 ,nor grew it white ,in a single night1 ,as men's have grown from sudden fears2 ,my limbs are bow'd1 though not with toil1 #e ,but rusted with a vile repose1 ,for they have been a dungeon's spoil1 ,and mine has been the fate of those ,to whom the goodly earth and air ,are bann'd1 and barr'd--forbidden fare2 #aj ,but this was for my father's faith ,i suffer'd chains and courted death2 ,that father perish'd at the stake ,for tenets he would not forsake2 ,and for the same his lineal race #ae ,in darkness found a dwelling-place2 ,we were seven--who now are one1 ,six in youth1 and one in age1 ,finish'd as they had begun1 ,proud of ,persecution's rage2 #bj ,one in fire1 and two in field1 ,their belief with blood have seal'd2 ,dying as their father died1 ,for the ,god their foes denied2 ,three were in a dungeon cast1 #be ,of whom this wreck is left the last4 ,,ii4 ,there are seven pillars of ,gothic mould1 ,in ,chillon's dungeons deep and old1 ,there are seven columns1 massy and gray1 ,dim with a dull imprison'd ray1 #cj ,a sunbeam which hath lost its way1 ,and through the crevice and the cleft ,of the thick wall is fallen and left2 ,creeping o'er the floor so damp1 ,like a marsh's meteor lamp2 #ce ,and in each pillar there is a ring1 ,and in each ring there is a chain2 ,that iron is a cankering thing1 ,for in these limbs its teeth remain1 ,with marks that will not wear away1 #dj ,till ,i have done with this new day1 ,which now is painful to these eyes1 ,which have not seen the sun so rise ,for years--,i cannot count them o'er1 ,i lost their long and heavy score #de ,when my last brother droop'd and died ,and ,i lay living by his side4 ,,iii4 ,they chain'd us each to a column stone ,and we were three--yet1 each alone2 ,we could not move a single pace1 #ej ,we could not see each other's face1 ,but with that pale and livid light ,that made us strangers in our sight2 ,and thus together--yet apart ,fetter'd in hand1 but joined in heart2 #ee ',twas still some solace in the dearth ,of the pure elements of earth1 ,to hearken to each other's speech1 ,and each turn comforter to each ,with some new hope1 or legend old1 #fj ,or song heroically bold2 ,but even these at length grew cold4 ,our voices took a dreary tone1 ,an echo of the dungeon-stone1 ,a grating sound--not full and free #fe ,as they of yore were wont to be2 ,it might be fancy--but to me ,they never sounded like our own4 ,,iv4 ,i was the eldest of the three1 ,and to uphold and cheer the rest #gj ,i ought to do--and did--my best1 ,and each did well in his degree4 ,the youngest1 whom my father loved ,because our mother's brow was given ,to him--with eyes as blue as heaven-- #ge ,for him my soul was sorely moved2 ,and truly might it be distrest ,to see such bird in such a nest2 ,for he was beautiful as day-- 7,when day was beautiful to me #hj ,as to young eagles1 being free7-- ,a polar day1 which will not see ,a sunset till its summer's gone1 ,its sleepless summer of long light1 ,the snow-clad offspring of the sun2 #he ,and thus he was as pure and bright1 ,and in his natural spirit gay1 ,with tears for nought but others' ills1 ,and then they flowed like mountain rills1 ,unless he could assuage the woe #ij ,which he abhorr'd to view below4 ,v4 ,the other was as pure of mind1 ,but form'd to combat with his kind2 ,strong in his frame1 and of a mood ,which 'gainst the world in war had stood1 #ie ,and perish'd in the foremost rank ,with joy3--but not in chains to pine3 ,his spirit wither'd with their clank1 ,i saw it silently decline-- ,and so perchance in sooth did mine2 #ajj ,but yet ,i forced it on to cheer ,those relics of a home so dear4 ,he was a hunter of the hills1 ,had follow'd there the deer and wolf2 ,to him this dungeon was a gulf1 #aje ,and fetter'd feet the worst of ills4 ,,vi4 ,lake ,leman lies by ,chillon's walls3 ,a thousand feet in depth below ,its massy waters meet and flow2 ,thus much the fathom-line was sent #aaj ,from ,chillon's snow-white battlement1 ,which round about the wave inthrals3 ,a double dungeon wall and wave ,have made and like a living grave4 ,below the surface of the lake #aae ,the dark vault lies wherein we lay1 ,we heard it ripple night and day2 ,sounding o'er our heads it knock'd2 ,and ,i have felt the winter's spray ,wash through the bars when winds were high1 #abj ,and wanton in the happy sky2 ,and then the very rock hath rock'd4 ,and ,i have felt it shake1 unshock'd1 ,because ,i could have smiled to see ,the death that would have set me free4 #abe ,,vii4 ,i said my nearer brother pined1 ,i said his mighty heart declined1 ,he loathed and put away his food3 ,it was not that 'twas coarse and rude1 ,for we were used to hunter's fare1 #acj ,and for the like had little care3 ,the milk drawn from the mountain goat ,was changed for water from the moat1 ,our bread was such as captives' tears ,have moisten'd many a thousand years1 #ace ,since man first pent his fellow-men ,like brutes within an iron den3 ,but what were these to us or him8 ,these wasted not his heart or limb2 ,my brother's soul was of that mould #adj ,which in a palace had grown cold1 ,had his free breathing been denied ,the range of the steep mountain's side2 ,but why delay the truth8--he died4 ,i saw1 and could not hold his head1 #ade ,nor reach his dying hand--nor dead-- ,though hard ,i strove1 but strove in vain1 ,to rend and gnash my bonds in twain4 ,he died--and they unlock'd his chain1 ,and scoop'd for him a shallow grave #aej ,even from the cold earth of our cave4 ,i begg'd them1 as a boon1 to lay ,his corse in dust whereon the day ,might shine--it was a foolish thought1 ,but then within my brain it wrought1 #aee ,that even in death his free-born breast ,in such a dungeon could not rest4 ,i might have spared my idle prayer-- ,they coldly laugh'd--and laid him there3 ,the flat and turfless earth above #afj ,the being we so much did love2 ,his empty chain above it leant1 ,such murder's fitting monument6 ,,viii4 ,but he1 the favourite and the flower1 ,most cherish'd since his natal hour1 #afe ,his mother's image in fair face1 ,the infant love of all his race1 ,his martyr'd father's dearest thought ,my latest care1 for whom ,i sought ,to hoard my life1 that his might be #agj ,less wretched now1 and one day free2 ,he1 too1 who yet had held untired ,a spirit natural or inspired-- ,he1 too1 was struck1 and day by day ,was wither'd on the stalk away4 #age ,o ,god6 it is a fearful thing ,to see the human soul take wing ,in any shape1 in any mood3-- ,i've seen it rushing forth in blood1 ,i've seen it on the breaking ocean #ahj ,strive with a swoln convulsive motion1 ,i've seen the sick and ghastly bed ,of ,sin delirious with its dread3 ,but these were horrors--this was woe ,unmixed with such--but sure and slow2 #ahe ,he faded1 and so calm and meek1 ,so softly worn1 so sweetly weak1 ,so tearless1 yet so tender--kind1 ,and grieved for those he left behind2 ,with all the while a cheek whose bloom #aij ,was as a mockery of the tomb1 ,whose tints as gently sunk away ,as a departing rainbow's ray-- ,an eye of most transparent light1 ,that almost made the dungeon bright1 #aie ,and not a word of murmur--not ,a groan o'er his untimely lot-- ,a little talk of better days1 ,a little hope my own to raise1 ,for ,i was sunk in silence--lost #bjj ,in this last loss1 of all the most2 ,and then the sighs he would suppress1 ,of fainting nature's feebleness1 ,more slowly drawn1 grew less and less2 ,i listen'd1 but ,i could not hear-- #bje ,i call'd1 for ,i was wild with fear2 ,i knew 'twas hopeless1 but my dread ,would not be thus admonished2 ,i call'd1 and thought ,i heard a sound-- ,i burst my chain with one strong bound1 #baj ,and rush'd to him3--,i found him not1 ,i only stirr'd in this black spot1 ,i only lived--,i only drew ,the accursed breath of dungeon-dew2 ,the last--the sole--the dearest link #bae ,between me and the eternal brink1 ,which bound me to my failing race1 ,was broken in this fatal place4 ,one on the earth1 and one beneath-- ,my brothers--both had ceased to breathe4 #bbj ,i took that hand which lay so still1 ,alas6 my own was full as chill2 ,i had not strength to stir1 or strive1 ,but felt that ,i was still alive-- ,a frantic feeling1 when we know #bbe ,that what we love shall ne'er be so4 ,i know not why ,i could not die1 ,i had no earthly hope--but faith1 ,and that forbade a selfish death4 #bcj ,,ix4 ,what next befell me then and there ,i know not well--,i never knew-- ,first came the loss of light1 and air1 ,and then of darkness too3 ,i had no thought1 no feeling--none-- #bce ,among the stones ,i stood a stone1 ,and was1 scarce conscious what ,i wist1 ,as shrubless crags within the mist2 ,for all was blank1 and bleak1 and gray1 ,it was not night--it was not day1 #bdj ,it was not even the dungeon-light1 ,so hateful to my heavy sight1 ,but vacancy absorbing space1 ,and fixedness--without a place2 ,there were no stars--no earth--no time-- #bde ,no check--no change--no good--no crime ,but silence1 and a stirless breath ,which neither was of life nor death2 ,a sea of stagnant idleness1 ,blind1 boundless1 mute1 and motionless6 #bej ,x4 ,a light broke in upon my brain-- ,it was the carol of a bird2 ,it ceased1 and then it came again1 ,the sweetest song ear ever heard1 ,and mine was thankful till my eyes #bee ,ran over with the glad surprise1 ,and they that moment could not see ,i was the mate of misery2 ,but then by dull degrees came back ,my senses to their wonted track1 #bfj ,i saw the dungeon walls and floor ,close slowly round me as before1 ,i saw the glimmer of the sun ,creeping as it before had done1 ,but through the crevice where it came #bfe ,that bird was perch'd1 as fond and tame1 ,and tamer than upon the tree2 ,a lovely bird1 with azure wings1 ,and song that said a thousand things1 ,and seem'd to say them all for me6 #bgj ,i never saw its like before1 ,i ne'er shall see its likeness more3 ,it seem'd1 like me1 to want a mate1 ,but was not half so desolate1 ,and it was come to love me when #bge ,none lived to love me so again1 ,and cheering from my dungeon's brink1 ,had brought me back to feel and think4 ,i know not if it late were free1 ,or broke its cage to perch on mine1 #bhj ,but knowing well captivity1 ,sweet bird6 ,i could not wish for thine6 ,or if it were1 in winged guise1 ,a visitant from ,paradise2 ,for--,heaven forgive that thought6 the while #bhe ,which made me both to weep and smile-- ,i sometimes deem'd that it might be ,my brother's soul come down to me2 ,but then at last away it flew1 ,and then 'twas mortal--well ,i knew1 #bij ,for he would never thus have flown1 ,and left me twice so doubly lone-- ,lone--as the corse within its shroud1 ,lone--as a solitary cloud1 ,a single cloud on a sunny day1 #bie ,while all the rest of heaven is clear1 ,a frown upon the atmosphere1 ,that hath no business to appear ,when skies are blue1 and earth is gay4 ,,xi4 ,a kind of change came in my fate1 #cjj ,my keepers grew compassionate1 ,i know not what had made them so1 ,they were inured to sights of woe1 ,but so it was3--my broken chain ,with links unfasten'd did remain1 #cje ,and it was liberty to stride ,along my cell from side to side1 ,and up and down1 and then athwart1 ,and tread it over every part2 ,and round the pillars one by one1 #caj ,returning where my walk begun1 ,avoiding only1 as ,i trod1 ,my brothers' graves without a sod2 ,for if ,i thought with heedless tread ,my step profaned their lowly bed1 #cae ,my breath came gaspingly and thick1 ,and my crush'd heart fell blind and sick4 ,,xii4 ,i made a footing in the wall1 ,it was not therefrom to escape1 ,for ,i had buried one and all1 #cbj ,who loved me in a human shape2 ,and the whole earth would henceforth be ,a wider prison unto me3 ,no child--no sire--no kin had ,i1 ,no partner in my misery2 #cbe ,i thought of this1 and ,i was glad1 ,for thought of them had made me mad2 ,but ,i was curious to ascend ,to my barr'd windows1 and to bend ,once more1 upon the mountains high1 #ccj ,the quiet of a loving eye4 ,,xiii4 ,i saw them--and they were the same1 ,they were not changed like me in frame2 ,i saw their thousand years of snow ,on high--their wide long lake below1 #cce ,and the blue ,rhone in fullest flow2 ,i heard the torrents leap and gush ,o'er channell'd rock and broken bush2 ,i saw the white-wall'd distant town1 ,and whiter sails go skimming down2 #cdj ,and then there was a little isle1 ,which in my very face did smile1 ,the only one in view2 ,a small green isle1 it seem'd no more1 ,scarce broader than my dungeon floor2 #cde ,but in it there were three tall trees1 ,and o'er it blew the mountain breeze1 ,and by it there were waters flowing1 ,and on it there were young flowers growing1 ,of gentle breath and hue4 #cej ,the fish swam by the castle wall1 ,and they seem'd joyous each and all2 ,the eagle rode the rising blast1 ,methought he never flew so fast ,as then to me he seem'd to fly1 #cee ,and then new tears came in my eye1 ,and ,i felt troubled--and would fain ,i had not left my recent chain2 ,and when ,i did descend again1 ,the darkness of my dim abode #cfj ,fell on me as a heavy load2 ,it was as is a new-dug grave1 ,closing o'er one we sought to save1 ,and yet my glance1 too much opprest1 ,had almost need of such a rest4 #cfe ,,xiv4 ,it might be months1 or years1 or days1 ,i kept no count--,i took no note1 ,i had no hope my eyes to raise1 ,and clear them of their dreary mote2 ,at last men came to set me free1 #cgj ,i ask'd not why1 and reck'd not where4 ,it was at length the same to me1 ,fetter'd or fetterless to be1 ,i learn'd to love despair4 ,and thus when they appear'd at last1 #cge ,and all my bonds aside were cast1 ,these heavy walls to me had grown ,a hermitage--and all my own6 ,and half ,i felt as they were come ,to tear me from a second home3 #chj ,with spiders ,i had friendship made1 ,and watch'd them in their sullen trade1 ,had seen the mice by moonlight play1 ,and why should ,i feel less than they8 ,we were all inmates of one place1 #che ,and ,i1 the monarch of each race1 ,had power to kill--yet1 strange to tell6 ,in quiet we had learn'd to dwell-- ,my very chains and ,i grew friends1 ,so much a long communion tends #cij ,to make us what we are3--,even ,i ,regain'd my freedom with a sigh4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,elegy1 ,,written ,,in ,a ,,country ,,churchyard4 ,the curfew tolls the knell of parting day1 ,the lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea1 ,the plowman homeward plods his weary way1 ,and leaves the world to darkness and to me4 ,now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight1 #e ,and all the air a solemn stillness holds1 ,save where the beetle wheels his droning flight1 ,and drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds2 ,save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow'r1 ,the moping owl does to the moon complain #aj ,of such as1 wand'ring near her secret bow'r1 ,molest her ancient solitary reign4 ,beneath those rugged elms1 that yew-tree's shade1 ,where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap1 ,each in his narrow cell forever laid1 #ae ,the rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep4 ,the breezy call of incense-breathing ,morn1 ,the swallow twitt'ring from the straw-built shed1 ,the cock's shrill clarion1 or the echoing horn1 ,no more shall rouse them from their lowly bed4 #bj ,for them no more the blazing hearth shall burn1 ,or busy housewife ply her evening care2 ,no children run to lisp their sire's return1 ,or climb his knees the envied kiss to share4 ,oft did the harvest to their sickle yield1 #be ,their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke2 ,how jocund did they drive their team afield6 ,how bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke6 ,let not ,ambition mock their useful toil1 ,their homely joys1 and destiny obscure2 #cj ,nor ,grandeur hear with a disdainful smile ,the short and simple annals of the poor4 ,the boast of heraldry1 the pomp of pow'r1 ,and all that beauty1 all that wealth e'er gave1 ,await alike th'inevitable hour1 #ce ,the paths of glory lead but to the grave4 ,nor you1 ye proud1 impute to these the fault1 ,if ,mem'ry o'er their tomb no trophies raise1 ,where thro' the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault ,the pealing anthem swells the note of praise4 #dj ,can storied urn1 or animated bust1 ,back to its mansion call the fleeting breath8 ,can ,honour's voice provoke the silent dust1 ,or ,flatt'ry sooth the dull cold ear of death8 ,perhaps in this neglected spot is laid #de ,some heart once pregnant with celestial fire1 ,hands1 that the rod of empire might have sway'd1 ,or wak'd to ecstasy the living lyre4 ,but ,knowledge to their eyes her ample page ,rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll2 #ej ,chill ,penury repress'd their noble rage1 ,and froze the genial current of the soul4 ,full many a gem of purest ray serene ,the dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear2 ,full many a flower is born to blush unseen1 #ee ,and waste its sweetness on the desert air4 ,some village ,hampden1 that with dauntless breast ,the little ,tyrant of his fields withstood1 ,some mute inglorious ,milton here may rest1 ,some ,cromwell guiltless of his country's blood4 #fj ,th' applause of list'ning senates to command ,the threats of pain and ruin to despise1 ,to scatter plenty o'er a smiling land1 ,and read their hist'ry in a nation's eyes4 ,their lot forbade3 nor circumscrib'd alone #fe ,their growing virtues1 but their crimes confin'd2 ,forbade to wade thro' slaughter to a throne1 ,and shut the gates of mercy on mankind2 ,the struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide1 ,to quench the blushes of ingenuous shame1 #gj ,or heap the shrine of ,luxury and ,pride ,with incense kindled at the ,muse's flame4 ,far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife1 ,their sober wishes never learn'd to stray2 ,along the cool sequester'd vale of life #ge ,they kept the noiseless tenor of their way4 ,yet ev'n these bones from insult to protect ,some frail memorial still erected nigh1 ,with uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture deck'd ,implores the passing tribute of a sigh4 #hj ,their name1 their years1 spelt by th' unletter'd ,muse1 ,the place of fame and elegy supply2 ,and many a holy text around she strews1 ,that teach the rustic moralist to die4 ,for who1 to dumb ,forgetfulness a prey1 #he ,this pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd1 ,left the warm precincts of the cheerful day1 ,nor cast one longing1 ling'ring look behind8 ,on some fond breast the parting soul relies1 ,some pious drops the closing eye requires2 #ij ,ev'n from the tomb the voice of ,nature cries1 ,ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires4 ,for thee1 who1 mindful of th' unhonour'd dead1 ,dost in these lines their artless tale relate2 ,if chance1 by lonely ,contemplation led1 #ie ,some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate1-- ,haply some hoary-headed swain may say1 8,oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn ,brushing with hasty steps the dews away1 ,to meet the sun upon the upland lawn3 #ajj 8,there at the foot of yonder nodding beech1 ,that wreathes its old fantastic roots so high1 ,his listless length at noontide would he stretch1 ,and pore upon the brook that babbles by4 8,hard by yon wood1 now smiling as in scorn1 #aje ,mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove2 ,now drooping woeful-wan1 like one forlorn1 ,or craz'd with care1 or cross'd in hopeless love4 8,one morn ,i miss'd him on the custom'd hill1 ,along the heath1 and near his fav'rite tree2 #aaj ,another came2 nor yet beside the rill1 ,nor up the lawn1 nor at the wood was he2 8,the next1 with dirges due in sad array1 ,slow through the church-way path we saw him borne3-- ,approach and read 7for thou canst read7 the lay #aae ,graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn40 ,,the ,,epitaph4 ,here rests his head upon the lap of ,earth1 ,a youth1 to ,fortune and to ,fame unknown3 ,fair ,science frown'd not on his humble birth1 ,and ,melancholy mark'd him for her own4 #abj ,large was his bounty1 and his soul sincere1 ,heav'n did a recompense as largely send2 ,he gave to ,mis'ry all he had1 a tear1 ,he gain'd from ,heav'n 7'twas all he wish'd7 a friend4 ,no farther seek his merits to disclose1 #abe ,or draw his frailties from their dread abode1 7,there they alike in trembling hope repose17 ,the bosom of his ,father and his ,god4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,my ,,kate4 ,i4 ,she was not as pretty as women ,i know1 ,and yet all your best made of sunshine and snow ,drop to shade1 melt to nought in the long-trodden ways1 ,while she's still remembered on warm and cold days-- ,my ,kate4 #e ,,ii4 ,her air had a meaning1 her movements a grace2 ,you turned from the fairest to gaze on her face3 ,and when you had once seen her forehead and mouth1 ,you saw as distinctly her soul and her truth-- ,my ,kate4 #aj ,,iii4 ,such a blue inner light from her eyelids outbroke1 ,you looked at her silence and fancied she spoke3 ,when she did1 so peculiar yet soft was the tone1 ,though the loudest spoke also1 you heard her alone-- ,my ,kate4 #ae ,,iv4 ,i doubt if she said to you much that could act ,as a thought or suggestion2 she did not attract ,in the sense of the brilliant or wise3 ,i infer ',twas her thinking of others made you think of her-- ,my ,kate4 #bj ,v4 ,she never found fault with you1 never implied ,your wrong by her right2 and yet men at her side ,grew nobler1 girls purer1 as through the whole town ,the children were gladder that pulled at her gown-- ,my ,kate4 #be ,,vi4 ,none knelt at her feet confessed lovers in thrall2 ,they knelt more to ,god than they used1--that was all2 ,if you praised her as charming1 some asked what you meant1 ,but the charm of her presence was felt when she went-- ,my ,kate4 #cj ,,vii4 ,the weak and the gentle1 the ribald and rude1 ,she took as she found them1 and did them all good2 ,it always was so with her--see what you have6 ,she has made the grass greener even here with her grave-- ,my ,kate4 #ce ,,viii4 ,my dear one6--when thou wast alive with the rest1 ,i held thee the sweetest and loved thee the best2 ,and now thou art dead1 shall ,i not take thy part ,as thy smiles used to do for thyself1 my sweet ,heart ,my ,kate4 #dj 99 99 99 99 99 ,,rosabelle4 ,oh listen1 listen1 ladies gay6 ,no haughty feat of arms ,i tell2 ,soft is the note and sad the lay ,that mourns the lovely ,rosabelle4 8,moor1 moor the barge1 ye gallant crew6 #e ,and1 gentle ladye1 deign to stay6 ,rest thee in ,castle ,ravensheuch1 ,nor tempt the stormy firth to-day4 8,the blackening wave is edged with white2 ,to inch and rock the sea-mews fly2 #aj ,the fishers have heard the ,water-,sprite1 ,whose screams forbode that wreck is nigh4 8,last night the gifted ,seer did view ,a wet shroud swathed round ladye gay2 ,then stay thee1 ,fair1 in ,ravensheuch2 #ae ,why cross the gloomy firth to-day80-- 8',tis not because ,lord ,lindesay's heir ,to-night at ,roslin leads the ball1 ,but that my ladye-mother there ,sits lonely in her castle-hall4 #bj 8',tis not because the ring they ride1 ,and ,lindesay at the ring rides well1 ,but that my sire the wine will chide ,if 'tis not fill'd by ,rosabelle40-- ,o'er ,roslin all that dreary night #be ,a wondrous blaze was seen to gleam2 ',twas broader than the watch-fire's light1 ,and redder than the bright moonbeam4 ,it glared on ,roslin's castled rock1 ,it ruddied all the copse-wood glen2 #cj ',twas seen from ,dryden's groves of oak1 ,and seen from cavern'd ,hawthornden4 ,seem'd all on fire that chapel proud1 ,where ,roslin's chiefs uncoffin'd lie1 ,each ,baron1 for a sable shroud1 #ce ,sheathed in his iron panoply4 ,seem'd all on fire1 within1 around1 ,deep sacristy and altar's pale2 ,shone every pillar foliage-bound1 ,and glimmer'd all the dead men's mail4 #dj ,blazed battlement and pinnet high1 ,blazed every rose-carved buttress fair-- ,so still they blaze1 when fate is nigh ,the lordly line of high ,saint ,clair4 ,there are twenty of ,roslin's barons bold #de ,lie buried within that proud chapelle2 ,each one the holy vault doth hold-- ,but the sea holds lovely ,rosabelle6 ,and each ,saint ,clair was buried there ,with candle1 with book1 and with knell2 #ej ,but the sea-caves rung1 and the wild winds sung ,the dirge of lovely ,rosabelle6 99 99 99 99 99 ,,lochinvar4 ,o1 young ,lochinvar is come out of the west1 ,through all the wild border his steed was the best2 ,and1 save his good broadsword1 he weapons had none1 ,he rode all unarm'd1 and he rode all alone4 ,so faithful in love1 and so dauntless in war1 #e ,there never was knight like the young ,lochinvar4 ,he staid not for brake1 and he stopp'd not for stone1 ,he swam the ,esk river where ford there was none2 ,but ere he alighted at ,netherby gate1 ,the bride had consented1 the gallant came late2 #aj ,for a laggard in love and a dastard in war1 ,was to wed the fair ,ellen of brave ,lochinvar4 ,so boldly he enter'd the ,netherby ,hall1 ,among bride's-men1 and kinsmen1 and brothers1 and all3 ,then spoke the bride's father1 his hand on his sword1 #ae 7,for the poor craven bridegroom said never a word17 8,o come ye in peace here1 or come ye in war1 ,or to dance at our bridal1 young ,lord ,lochinvar80-- 8,i long wooed your daughter1 my suit you denied2-- ,love swells like the ,solway1 but ebbs like its tide-- #bj ,and now am ,i come1 with this lost love of mine ,to lead but one measure1 drink one cup of wine4 ,there are maidens in ,scotland more lovely by far ,that would gladly be bride to the young ,lochinvar40 ,the bride kiss'd the goblet3 the knight took it up1 #be ,he quaffed off the wine1 and he threw down the cup4 ,she look'd down to blush1 and she look'd up to sigh1 ,with a smile on her lips1 and a tear in her eye1 ,he took her soft hand1 ere her mother could bar1-- 8,now tread we a measure60 said young ,lochinvar4 #cj ,so stately his form1 and so lovely her face1 ,there never a hall such a galliard did grace2 ,while her mother did fret and her father did fume1 ,and the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume2 ,and the bride-maidens whispered1 8',twere better by far #ce ,to have match'd our fair cousin with young ,lochinvar40 ,one touch to her hand1 and one word in her ear1 ,when they reach'd the hall-door1 and the charger stood near2 ,so light to the croupe the fair lady he swung1 ,so light to the saddle before her he sprung6 #dj 8,she is won6 we are gone1 over bank1 bush1 and scaur2 ,they'll have fleet steeds that follow10 quoth young ,lochinvar4 ,there was mounting 'mong ,grmes of the ,netherby clan2 ,forsters1 ,fenwicks1 and ,musgraves1 they rode and they ran2 ,there was racing and chasing on ,cannobie ,lee1 #de ,but the lost bride of ,netherby ne'er did they see4 ,so daring in love1 and so dauntless in war1 ,have ye e'er heard of gallant like young ,lochinvar8 99 99 99 99 99 ,,to ,a ,,skylark4 ,hail to thee1 blithe spirit6 ,bird thou never wert1 ,that from heaven or near it ,pourest thy full heart ,in profuse strains of unpremeditated art4 #e ,higher still and higher ,from the earth thou springest ,like a cloud of fire2 ,the deep blue thou wingest1 ,and singing still dost soar1 and soaring ever singest4 #aj ,in the golden lightning ,of the sunken sun ,o'er which clouds are brightening1 ,thou dost float and run1 ,like an unbodied joy whose race has just begun4 #ae ,the pale purple even ,melts around thy flight2 ,like a star of heaven ,in the broad daylight ,thou art unseen1 but yet ,i hear thy shrill delight2 #bj ,keen as are the arrows ,of that silver sphere1 ,whose intense lamp narrows ,in the white dawn clear ,until we hardly see1 we feel that it is there4 #be ,all the earth and air ,with thy voice is loud1 ,as1 when night is bare1 ,from one lonely cloud ,the moon rains out her beams1 and heaven is overflow'd4 #cj ,what thou art we know not2 ,what is most like thee8 ,from rainbow clouds there flow not ,drops so bright to see ,as from thy presence showers a rain of melody4 #ce ,like a poet hidden ,in the light of thought1 ,singing hymns unbidden1 ,till the world is wrought ,to sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not3 #dj ,like a high-born maiden ,in a palace tower1 ,soothing her love-laden ,soul in secret hour ,with music sweet as love which overflows her bower3 #de ,like a glow-worm golden ,in a dell of dew1 ,scattering unbeholden ,its aerial hue ,among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view3 #ej ,like a rose embowered ,in its own green leaves1 ,by warm winds deflowered1 ,till the scent it gives ,makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-wingd thieves4 #ee ,sound of vernal showers ,on the twinkling grass1 ,rain awaken'd flowers1 ,all that ever was ,joyous and clear and fresh thy music doth surpass4 #fj ,teach us1 sprite or bird1 ,what sweet thoughts are thine2 ,i have never heard ,praise of love or wine ,that panted forth a flood of rapture so divine3 #fe ,chorus hymeneal ,or triumphant chaunt ,match'd with thine1 would be all ,but an empty vaunt1 ,a thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want4 #gj ,what objects are the fountains ,of thy happy strain8 ,what fields or waves or mountains8 ,what shapes of sky or plain8 ,what love of thine own kind8 what ignorance of pain8 #ge ,with thy clear keen joyance ,languor cannot be3 ,shadow of annoyance ,never came near thee3 ,thou lovest2 but ne'er knew love's sad satiety4 #hj ,waking or asleep ,thou of death must deem ,things more true and deep ,than we mortals dream1 ,or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream8 #he ,we look before and after1 ,and pine for what is not4 ,our sincerest laughter ,with some pain is fraught2 ,our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought4 #ij ,yet if we could scorn ,hate and pride and fear2 ,if we were things born ,not to shed a tear1 ,i know not how thy joy we ever should come near4 #ie ,better than all measures ,of delightful sound1 ,better than all treasures ,that in books are found1 ,thy skill to poets were1 thou scorner of the ground6 #ajj ,teach me half the gladness ,that thy brain must know1 ,such harmonious madness ,from my lips would flow1 ,the world should listen then1 as ,i am listening now6 #aje ,like a poet hidden ,in the light of thought1 ,singing hymns unbidden1 ,till the world is wrought ,to sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not3 #dj ,like a high-born maiden ,in a palace tower1 ,soothing her love-laden ,soul in secret hour ,with music sweet as love which overflows her bower3 #de ,like a glow-worm golden ,in a dell of dew1 ,scattering unbeholden ,its aerial hue ,among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view3 #ej ,like a rose embowered ,in its own green leaves1 ,by warm winds deflowered1 ,till the scent it gives ,makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-wingd thieves4 #ee ,sound of vernal showers ,on the twinkling grass1 ,rain awaken'd flowers1 ,all that ever was ,joyous and clear and fresh thy music doth surpass4 #fj ,teach us1 sprite or bird1 ,what sweet thoughts are thine2 ,i have never heard ,praise of love or wine ,that panted forth a flood of rapture so divine3 #fe ,chorus hymeneal ,or triumphant chaunt ,match'd with thine1 would be all ,but an empty vaunt1 ,a thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want4 #gj ,what objects are the fountains ,of thy happy strain8 ,what fields or waves or mountains8 ,what shapes of sky or plain8 ,what love of thine own kind8 what ignorance of pain8 #ge ,with thy clear keen joyance ,languor cannot be3 ,shadow of annoyance ,never came near thee3 ,thou lovest2 but ne'er knew love's sad satiety4 #hj ,waking or asleep ,thou of death must deem ,things more true and deep ,than we mortals dream1 ,or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream8 #he ,we look before and after1 ,and pine for what is not4 ,our sincerest laughter ,with some pain is fraught2 ,our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought4 #ij ,yet if we could scorn ,hate and pride and fear2 ,if we were things born ,not to shed a tear1 ,i know not how thy joy we ever should come near4 #ie ,better than all measures ,of delightful sound1 ,better than all treasures ,that in books are found1 ,thy skill to poets were1 thou scorner of the ground6 #ajj ,teach me half the gladness ,that thy brain must know1 ,such harmonious madness ,from my lips would flow1 ,the world should listen then1 as ,i am listening now6 #aje 99 99 99 99 99 ,,enid4 ,the brave ,geraint1 a knight of ,arthur's court1 ,a tributary prince of ,devon1 one ,of that great ,order of the ,table ,round1 ,had wedded ,enid1 ,yniol's only child1 ,and loved her1 as he loved the light of ,heaven4 #e ,and as the light of ,heaven varies1 now ,at sunrise1 now at sunset1 now by night ,with moon and trembling stars1 so loved ,geraint ,to make her beauty vary day by day1 ,in crimsons and in purples and in gems4 #aj ,and ,enid1 but to please her husband's eye1 ,who first had found and loved her in a state ,of broken fortunes1 daily fronted him ,in some fresh splendour2 and the ,queen herself1 ,grateful to ,prince ,geraint for service done1 #ae ,lov'd her1 and often with her own white hands ,array'd and deck'd her1 as the loveliest1 ,next after her own self1 in all the court4 ,and ,enid loved the ,queen1 and with true heart ,adored her1 as the stateliest and the best #bj ,and loveliest of all women upon earth4 ,and seeing them so tender and so close ,long in their common love rejoiced ,geraint4 ,but when a rumour rose about the ,queen1 ,touching her guilty love for ,lancelot1 #be ,though yet there lived no proof1 nor yet was heard ,the world's loud whisper breaking into storm1 ,not less ,geraint believed it2 and there fell ,a horror on him1 lest his gentle wife1 ,through that great tenderness for ,guinevere1 #cj ,had suffer'd1 or should suffer any taint ,in nature3 wherefore going to the ,king1 ,he made this pretext1 that his princedom lay ,close on the borders of a territory1 ,wherein were bandit earls1 and caitiff knights1 #ce ,assassins1 and all fliers from the hand ,of ,justice1 and whatever loathes a law3 ,and therefore1 till the ,king himself should please ,to cleanse this common sewer of all his realm1 ,he craved a fair permission to depart1 #dj ,and there defend his marches2 and the ,king ,mused for a little on his plea1 but1 last1 ,allowing it1 the ,prince and ,enid rode1 ,and fifty knights rode with them1 to the shores ,of ,severn1 and they pass'd to their own land2 #de ,where1 thinking1 that if ever yet was wife ,true to her lord1 mine shall be so to me1 ,he compass'd her with sweet observances ,and worship1 never leaving her1 and grew ,forgetful of his promise to the ,king1 #ej ,forgetful of the falcon and the hunt1 ,forgetful of the tilt and tournament1 ,forgetful of his glory and his name1 ,forgetful of his princedom and its cares4 ,and this forgetfulness was hateful to her4 #ee ,and by and by the people1 when they met ,in twos and threes1 or fuller companies1 ,began to scoff and jeer and babble of him ,as of a prince whose manhood was all gone1 ,and molten down in mere uxoriousness4 #fj ,and this she gather'd from the people's eyes2 ,this too the women who attired her head1 ,to please her1 dwelling on his boundless love1 ,told ,enid1 and they sadden'd her the more3 ,and day by day she thought to tell ,geraint1 #fe ,but could not out of bashful delicacy2 ,while he that watch'd her sadden1 was the more ,suspicious that her nature had a taint4 ,at last it chanced that on a summer morn 7,they sleeping each by other7 the new sun #gj ,beat through the blindless casement of the room1 ,and heated the strong warrior in his dreams2 ,who1 moving1 cast the coverlet aside1 ,and bared the knotted column of his throat1 ,the massive square of his heroic breast1 #ge ,and arms on which the standing muscle sloped1 ,as slopes a wild brook o'er a little stone1 ,running too vehemently to break upon it4 ,and ,enid woke and sat beside the couch1 ,admiring him1 and thought within herself1 #hj ,was ever man so grandly made as he8 ,then1 like a shadow1 pass'd the people's talk ,and accusation of uxoriousness ,across her mind1 and bowing over him1 ,low to her own heart piteously she said3 #he 8,o noble breast and all-puissant arms1 ,am ,i the cause1 ,i the poor cause that men ,reproach you1 saying all your force is gone8 ,i am the cause1 because ,i dare not speak ,and tell him what ,i think and what they say4 #ij ,and yet ,i hate that he should linger here2 ,i cannot love my lord and not his name4 ,far liefer had ,i gird his harness on him1 ,and ride with him to battle and stand by1 ,and watch his mightful hand striking great blows #ie ,at caitiffs and at wrongers of the world4 ,far better were ,i laid in the dark earth1 ,not hearing any more his noble voice1 ,not to be folded more in these dear arms1 ,and darken'd from the high light in his eyes1 #ajj ,than that my lord through me should suffer shame4 ,am ,i so bold1 and could ,i so stand by1 ,and see my dear lord wounded in the strife1 ,or maybe pierc'd to death before mine eyes1 ,and yet not dare to tell him what ,i think1 #aje ,and how men slur him1 saying all his force ,is melted into mere effeminacy8 ,o me1 ,i feel that ,i am no true wife40 ,half inwardly1 half audibly she spoke1 ,and the strong passion in her made her weep #aaj ,true tears upon his broad and naked breast1 ,and these awoke him1 and by great mischance ,he heard but fragments of her later words1 ,and that she fear'd she was not a true wife4 ,and then he thought1 8,in spite of all my care1 #aae ,for all my pains1 poor man1 for all my pains1 ,she is not faithful to me1 and ,i see her ,weeping for some gay knight in ,arthur's hall40 ,then1 though he lov'd and reverenc'd her too much ,to dream she could be guilty of foul act1 #abj ,right through his manful breast darted the pang ,that makes a man1 in the sweet face of her ,whom he loves most1 lonely and miserable4 ,at this he hurl'd his huge limbs out of bed1 ,and shook his drowsy squire awake and cried1 #abe 8,my charger and her palfrey20 then to her1 8,i will ride forth into the wilderness2 ,for though it seems my spurs are yet to win1 ,i have not fall'n so low as some would wish4 ,and you put on your worst and meanest dress #acj ,and ride with me40 ,and ,enid ask'd1 amaz'd1 8,if ,enid errs1 let ,enid learn her fault40 ,but he1 8,i charge you1 ask not1 but obey40 ,then she bethought her of a faded silk1 ,a faded mantle and a faded veil1 #ace ,and moving toward a cedarn cabinet1 ,wherein she kept them folded reverently ,with sprigs of summer laid between the folds1 ,she took them1 and array'd herself therein1 ,remembering when first he came on her #adj ,drest in that dress1 and how he lov'd her in it1 ,and all her foolish fears about the dress1 ,and all his journey to her1 as himself ,had told her1 and their coming to the court4 ,for ,arthur on the ,whitsuntide before #ade ,held court at old ,caerleon upon ,usk4 ,there on a day1 he sitting high in hall1 ,before him came a forester of ,dean1 ,wet from the woods1 with notice of a hart ,taller than all his fellows1 milky white1 #aej ,first seen that day3 these things he told the ,king4 ,then the good ,king gave order to let blow ,his horns for hunting on the morrow morn4 ,and when the ,queen petition'd for his leave ,to see the hunt1 allow'd it easily4 #aee ,so with the morning all the court were gone4 ,but ,guinevere lay late into the morn1 ,lost in sweet dreams1 and dreaming of her love ,for ,lancelot1 and forgetful of the hunt2 ,but rose at last1 a single maiden with her1 #afj ,took horse1 and forded ,usk1 and gain'd the wood2 ,there1 on a little knoll beside it1 stay'd ,waiting to hear the hounds2 but heard instead ,a sudden sound of hoofs1 for ,prince ,geraint1 ,late also1 wearing neither hunting-dress #afe ,nor weapon1 save a golden-hilted brand1 ,came quickly flashing through the shallow ford ,behind them1 and so gallop'd up the knoll4 ,a purple scarf1 at either end whereof ,there swung an apple of the purest gold1 #agj ,sway'd round about him1 as he gallop'd up ,to join them1 glancing like a dragon-fly ,in summer suit and silks of holiday4 ,low bow'd the tributary ,prince1 and she1 ,sweetly and statelily1 and with all grace #age ,of womanhood and queenhood1 answer'd him3 8,late1 late1 ,sir ,prince10 she said1 8later than we60 8,yea1 noble ,queen10 he answer'd1 8and so late ,that ,i but come like you to see the hunt1 ,not join it40 8,therefore wait with me10 she said2 #ahj 8,for on this little knoll1 if anywhere1 ,there is good chance that we shall hear the hounds3 ,here often they break covert at our feet40 ,and while they listen'd for the distant hunt1 ,and chiefly for the baying of ,cavall1 #ahe ,king ,arthur's hound of deepest mouth1 there rode ,full slowly by a knight1 lady1 and dwarf2 ,whereof the dwarf lagg'd latest1 and the knight ,had vizor up1 and show'd a youthful face1 ,imperious1 and of haughtiest lineaments4 #aij ,and ,guinevere1 not mindful of his face ,in the ,king's hall1 desired his name1 and sent ,her maiden to demand it of the dwarf2 ,who being vicious1 old and irritable1 ,and doubling all his master's vice of pride1 #aie ,made answer sharply that she should not know4 8,then will ,i ask it of himself10 she said4 8,nay1 by my faith1 thou shalt not10 cried the dwarf2 8,thou art not worthy ev'n to speak of him20 ,and when she put her horse toward the knight1 #bjj ,struck at her with his whip1 and she return'd ,indignant to the ,queen2 at which ,geraint ,exclaiming1 8,surely ,i will learn the name10 ,made sharply to the dwarf1 and ask'd it of him1 ,who answer'd as before2 and when the ,prince #bje ,had put his horse in motion toward the knight1 ,struck at him with his whip1 and cut his cheek4 ,the ,prince's blood spirted upon the scarf1 ,dyeing it2 and his quick1 instinctive hand ,caught at the hilt1 as to abolish him3 #baj ,but he from his exceeding manfulness ,and pure nobility of temperament1 ,wroth to be wroth at such a worm1 refrain'd ,from ev'n a word1 and so returning said3 8,i will avenge this insult1 noble ,queen1 #bae ,done in your maiden's person to yourself3 ,and ,i will track this vermin to their earths2 ,for though ,i ride unarmed1 ,i do not doubt ,to find1 at some place ,i shall come at1 arms ,on loan1 or else for pledge2 and1 being found1 #bbj ,then will ,i fight him1 and will break his pride1 ,and on the third day will again be here1 ,so that ,i be not fall'n in fight4 ,farewell40 8,farewell1 fair ,prince10 answered the stately ,queen1 8,be prosperous in this journey1 as in all2 #bbe ,and may you light on all things that you love1 ,and live to wed with her whom first you love4 ,but ere you wed with any1 bring your bride1 ,and ,i1 were she the daughter of a king1 ,yea1 though she were a beggar from the hedge1 #bcj ,will clothe her for her bridals like the sun40 ,and ,prince ,geraint1 now thinking that he heard ,the noble hart at bay1 now the far horn1 ,a little vex'd at losing of the hunt1 ,a little at the vile occasion1 rode1 #bce ,by ups and downs1 through many a grassy glade ,and valley1 with fix'd eye following the three4 ,at last they issued from the world of wood1 ,and climb'd upon a fair and even ridge1 ,and show'd themselves against the sky1 and sank4 #bdj ,and thither came ,geraint1 and underneath ,beheld the long street of a little town ,in a long valley1 on one side of which1 ,white from the mason's hand1 a fortress rose2 ,and on one side a castle in decay1 #bde ,beyond a bridge that spann'd a dry ravine3 ,and out of town and valley came a noise ,as of a broad brook o'er a shingly bed ,brawling1 or like a clamour of the rooks ,at distance1 ere they settle for the night4 #bej ,and onward to the fortress rode the three ,and enter'd1 and were lost behind the walls4 8,so10 thought ,geraint1 8,i have track'd him to his earth40 ,and down the long street riding wearily1 ,found every hostel full1 and everywhere #bee ,was hammer laid to hoof1 and the hot hiss ,and bustling whistle of the youth who scour'd ,his master's armour2 and of such a one ,he ask'd1 8,what means the tumult in the town80 ,who told him1 scouring still1 8,the sparrow-hawk60 #bfj ,then riding close behind an ancient churl1 ,who1 smitten by the dusty sloping beam1 ,went sweating underneath a sack of corn1 ,ask'd yet once more what meant the hubbub here8 ,who answer'd gruffly1 8,ugh6 the sparrow-hawk10 #bfe ,then riding farther past an armourer's1 ,who1 with back turn'd1 and bow'd above his work1 ,sat riveting a helmet on his knee1 ,he put the self-same query2 but the man ,not turning round1 nor looking at him1 said3 #bgj 8,friend1 he that labours for the sparrow-hawk ,has little time for idle questioners40 ,whereat ,geraint flash'd into sudden spleen3 8,a thousand pips eat up your sparrow-hawk6 ,tits1 wrens1 and all wing'd nothings peck him dead6 #bge ,ye think the rustic cackle of your bourg ,the murmur of the world6 ,what is it to me8 ,o wretched set of sparrows1 one and all1 ,who pipe of nothing but of sparrow-hawks6 ,speak1 if you be not like the rest1 hawk-mad1 #bhj ,where can ,i get me harbourage for the night8 ,and arms1 arms1 arms to fight my enemy8 ,speak60 ,at this the armourer1 turning all amazed ,and seeing one so gay in purple silks1 ,came forward with the helmet yet in hand1 #bhe ,and answer'd1 8,pardon me1 ,o stranger knight2 ,we hold a tourney here to-morrow morn1 ,and there is scantly time for half the work4 ,arms8 truth6 ,i know not3 all are wanted here4 ,harbourage8 truth1 good truth1 ,i know not1 save1 #bij ,it may be1 at ,earl ,yniol's1 o'er the bridge ,yonder40 ,he spoke and fell to work again4 ,then rode ,geraint1 a little spleenful yet1 ,across the bridge that spann'd the dry ravine4 ,there musing sat the hoary-headed ,earl #bie 7,his dress a suit of fray'd magnificence1 ,once fit for feasts of ceremony71 and said3 8,whither1 fair son80 to whom ,geraint replied1 8,o friend1 ,i seek a harbourage for the night40 ,then ,yniol1 8,enter1 therefore1 and partake #cjj ,the slender entertainment of a house ,once rich1 now poor1 but ever open-door'd40 8,thanks1 venerable friend10 replied ,geraint2 8,so that you do not serve me sparrow-hawks ,for supper1 ,i will enter1 ,i will eat #cje ,with all the passion of a twelve hours' fast40 ,then sigh'd and smil'd the hoary-headed ,earl1 ,and answer'd1 8,graver cause than yours is mine ,to curse this hedgerow thief1 the sparrow-hawk4 ,but in1 go in2 for save yourself desire it1 #caj ,we will not touch upon him ev'n in jest40 ,then rode ,geraint into the castle court1 ,his charger trampling many a prickly star ,of sprouted thistle on the broken stones4 ,he look'd1 and saw that all was ruinous4 #cae ,here stood a shatter'd archway plumed with fern2 ,and here had fall'n a great part of a tower1 ,whole1 like a crag that tumbles from the cliff1 ,and like a crag was gay with wilding flowers3 ,and high above a piece of turret stair1 #cbj ,worn by the feet that now were silent1 wound ,bare to the sun1 and monstrous ivy-stems ,claspt the gray walls with hairy-fibred arms1 ,and suck'd the joining of the stones1 and look'd ,a knot1 beneath1 of snakes1 aloft1 a grove4 #cbe ,and while he waited in the castle court1 ,the voice of ,enid1 ,yniol's daughter1 rang ,clear through the open casement of the hall1 ,singing2 and as the sweet voice of a bird1 ,heard by the lander in a lonely isle1 #ccj ,moves him to think what kind of bird it is ,that sings so delicately clear1 and make ,conjecture of the plumage and the form1-- ,so the sweet voice of ,enid moved ,geraint2 ,and made him like a man abroad at morn #cce ,when first the liquid note beloved of men ,comes flying over many a windy wave ,to ,britain1 and in ,april suddenly ,breaks from a coppice gemm'd with green and red1 ,and he suspends his converse with a friend1 #cdj ,or it may be the labour of his hands1 ,to think or say1 8,there is the nightingale10-- ,so fared it with ,geraint1 who thought and said1 8,here1 by ,god's grace1 is the one voice for me40 ,it chanced the song that ,enid sang was one #cde ,of ,fortune and her wheel1 and ,enid sang3 8,turn1 ,fortune1 turn thy wheel and lower the proud2 ,turn thy wild wheel through sunshine1 storm1 and cloud2 ,thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate4 8,turn1 ,fortune1 turn thy wheel with smile or frown2 #cej ,with that wild wheel we go not up or down2 ,our hoard is little1 but our hearts are great4 8,smile and we smile1 the lords of many lands2 ,frown and we smile1 the lords of our own hands2 ,for man is man and master of his fate4 #cee 8,turn1 turn thy wheel above the staring crowd2 ,thy wheel and thou are shadows in the cloud2 ,thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate40 8,hark1 by the bird's song you may learn the nest10 ,said ,yniol2 8enter quickly40 ,entering then1 #cfj ,right o'er a mount of newly-fallen stones1 ,the dusky-rafter'd many-cobwebb'd hall1 ,he found an ancient dame in dim brocade2 ,and near her1 like a blossom vermeil-white1 ,that lightly breaks a faded flower-sheath1 #cfe ,moved the fair ,enid1 all in faded silk1 ,her daughter4 ,in a moment thought ,geraint1 8,here by ,god's rood is the one maid for me40 ,but none spake word except the hoary ,earl3 8,enid1 the good knight's horse stands in the court2 #cgj ,take him to stall1 and give him corn1 and then ,go to the town and buy us flesh and wine2 ,and we will make us merry as we may4 ,our hoard is little1 but our hearts are great40 ,he spake3 the ,prince1 as ,enid pass'd him1 fain #cge ,to follow1 strode a stride2 but ,yniol caught ,his purple scarf1 and held1 and said1 8,forbear6 ,rest6 the good house1 though ruin'd1 ,o my son1 ,endures not that her guest should serve himself40 ,and reverencing the custom of the house1 #chj ,geraint1 from utter courtesy1 forbore4 ,so ,enid took his charger to the stall2 ,and after went her way across the bridge1 ,and reach'd the town1 and while the ,prince and ,earl ,yet spoke together1 came again with one1 #che ,a youth1 that following with a costrel bore ,the means of goodly welcome1 flesh and wine4 ,and ,enid brought sweet cakes to make them cheer1 ,and in her veil enfolded1 manchet bread4 ,and then1 because their hall must also serve #cij ,for kitchen1 boil'd the flesh and spread the board1 ,and stood behind1 and waited on the three4 ,and seeing her so sweet and serviceable1 ,geraint had a longing in him evermore ,to stoop and kiss the tender little thumb1 #cie ,that crost the trencher as she laid it down3 ,but after all had eaten1 then ,geraint1 ,for now the wine made summer in his veins1 ,let his eye rove in following1 or rest ,on ,enid at her lowly handmaid-work1 #djj ,now here1 now there1 about the dusky hall2 ,then suddenly addrest the hoary ,earl3 8,fair ,host and ,earl1 ,i pray your courtesy2 ,this sparrow-hawk1 what is he8 tell me of him4 ,his name8 but no1 good faith1 ,i will not have it2 #dje ,for if he be the knight whom late ,i saw ,ride into that new fortress by your town1 ,white from the mason's hand1 then have ,i sworn ,from his own lips to have it--,i am ,geraint ,of ,devon--for this morning when the ,queen #daj ,sent her own maiden to demand the name1 ,his dwarf1 a vicious under-shapen thing1 ,struck at her with his whip1 and she return'd ,indignant to the ,queen2 and then ,i swore ,that ,i would track this caitiff to his hold1 #dae ,and fight and break his pride1 and have it of him4 ,and all unarm'd ,i rode1 and thought to find ,arms in your town1 where all the men are mad2 ,they take the rustic murmur of their bourg ,for the great wave that echoes round the world2 #dbj ,they would not hear me speak2 but if you know ,where ,i can light on arms1 or if yourself ,should have them1 tell me1 seeing ,i have sworn ,that ,i will break his pride and learn his name1 ,avenging this great insult done the ,queen40 #dbe ,then cried ,earl ,yniol1 8,art thou he indeed1 ,geraint1 a name far sounded among men ,for noble deeds8 and truly ,i1 when first ,i saw you moving by me on the bridge1 ,felt you were somewhat1 yea1 and by your state #dcj ,and presence might have guess'd you one of those ,that eat in ,arthur's hall at ,camelot4 ,nor speak ,i now from foolish flattery2 ,for this dear child hath often heard me praise ,your feats of arms1 and often when ,i paused #dce ,had ask'd again1 and ever loved to hear2 ,so grateful is the noise of noble deeds ,to noble hearts who see but acts of wrong3 ,oh1 never yet had woman such a pair ,of suitors as this maiden2 first ,limours1 #ddj ,a creature wholly given to brawls and wine1 ,drunk even when he woo'd2 and be he dead ,i know not1 but he pass'd to the wild land4 ,the second was your foe1 the sparrow-hawk1 ,my curse1 my nephew--,i will not let his name #dde ,slip from my lips if ,i can help it--he1 ,when ,i that knew him fierce and turbulent ,refused her to him1 then his pride awoke ,and since the proud man often is the mean1 ,he sow'd a slander in the common ear #dej ,affirming that his father left him gold1 ,and in my charge1 which was not render'd to him2 ,bribed with large promises the men who serv'd ,about my person1 the more easily ,because my means were somewhat broken into #dee ,through open doors and hospitality2 ,rais'd my own town against me in the night ,before my ,enid's birthday1 sack'd my house2 ,from mine own earldom foully ousted me2 ,built that new fort to overawe my friends1 #dfj ,for truly there are those who love me yet2 ,and keeps me in this ruinous castle here1 ,where doubtless he would put me soon to death1 ,but that his pride too much despises me3 ,and ,i myself sometimes despise myself2 #dfe ,for ,i have let men be1 and have their way2 ,am much too gentle1 have not used my power3 ,nor know ,i whether ,i be very base ,or very manful1 whether very wise ,or very foolish2 only this ,i know1 #dgj ,that whatsoever evil happen to me1 ,i seem to suffer nothing heart or limb1 ,but can endure it all most patiently40 8,well said1 true heart10 replied ,geraint1 8but arms1 ,that if1 as ,i suppose1 your nephew fights #dge ,in next day's tourney ,i may break his pride40 ,and ,yniol answer'd1 8,arms1 indeed1 but old ,and rusty1 old and rusty1 ,prince ,geraint1 ,are mine1 and therefore at your asking1 yours4 ,but in this tournament can no man tilt1 #dhj ,except the lady he loves best be there4 ,two forks are fix'd into the meadow ground1 ,and over these is laid a silver wand1 ,and over that is placed a sparrow-hawk1 ,the prize of beauty for the fairest there4 #dhe ,and this1 what knight soever be in field ,lays claim to for the lady at his side1 ,and tilts with my good nephew thereupon1 ,who being apt at arms and big of bone ,has ever won it for the lady with him1 #dij ,and toppling over all antagonism ,has earn'd himself the name of sparrow-hawk4 ,but you1 that have no lady1 cannot fight40 ,to whom ,geraint with eyes all bright replied1 ,leaning a little toward him1 8,your leave6 #die ,let me lay lance in rest1 ,o noble host1 ,for this dear child1 because ,i never saw1 ,though having seen all beauties of our time1 ,nor can see elsewhere1 anything so fair4 ,and if ,i fall her name will yet remain #ejj ,untarnish'd as before2 but if ,i live1 ,so aid me ,heaven when at mine uttermost1 ,as ,i will make her truly my true wife40 ,then1 howsoever patient1 ,yniol's heart ,danced in his bosom1 seeing better days4 #eje ,and looking round he saw not ,enid there 7,who hearing her own name had slipt away71 ,but that old dame1 to whom full tenderly ,and fondling all her hand in his he said1 8,mother1 a maiden is a tender thing1 #eaj ,and best by her that bore her understood4 ,go thou to rest1 but ere thou go to rest ,tell her1 and prove her heart toward the ,prince40 ,so spake the kindly-hearted ,earl1 and she ,with frequent smile and nod departing found1 #eae ,half-disarray'd as to her rest1 the girl2 ,whom first she kiss'd on either cheek1 and then ,on either shining shoulder laid a hand1 ,and kept her off and gazed upon her face1 ,and told her all their converse in the hall1 #ebj ,proving her heart3 but never light and shade ,coursed one another more on open ground ,beneath a troubled heaven1 than red and pale ,across the face of ,enid hearing her2 ,while slowly falling as a scale that falls1 #ebe ,when weight is added only grain by grain1 ,sank her sweet head upon her gentle breast2 ,nor did she lift an eye nor speak a word1 ,rapt in the fear and in the wonder of it4 ,so moving without answer to her rest #ecj ,she found no rest1 and ever fail'd to draw ,the quiet night into her blood1 but lay ,contemplating her own unworthiness2 ,and when the pale and bloodless east began ,to quicken to the sun1 arose1 and raised #ece ,her mother too1 and hand in hand they moved ,down to the meadow where the jousts were held1 ,and waited there for ,yniol and ,geraint4 ,and thither came the twain1 and when ,geraint ,beheld her first in field awaiting him1 #edj ,he felt1 were she the prize of bodily force1 ,himself beyond the rest pushing could move ,the chair of ,idris4 ,yniol's rusted arms ,were on his princely person1 but through these ,princelike his bearing shone2 and errant knights #ede ,and ladies came1 and by and by the town ,flow'd in1 and settling circled all the lists4 ,and there they fix'd the forks into the ground1 ,and over these they placed a silver wand1 ,and over that a golden sparrow-hawk4 #eej ,then ,yniol's nephew1 after trumpet blown1 ,spake to the lady with him and proclaim'd1 8,advance and take as fairest of the fair1 ,for ,i these two years past have won it for thee1 ,the prize of beauty40 ,loudly spake the ,prince1 #eee 8,forbear2 there is a worthier10 and the knight1 ,with some surprise and thrice as much disdain1 ,turn'd1 and beheld the four1 and all his face ,glow'd like the heart of a great fire at ,yule1 ,so burnt he was with passion1 crying out1 #efj 8,do battle for it then10 no more2 and thrice ,they clash'd together1 and thrice they brake their spears4 ,then each1 dishorsed and drawing1 lash'd at each ,so often and with such blows1 that all the crowd ,wonder'd1 and now and then from distant walls #efe ,there came a clapping as of phantom hands4 ,so twice they fought1 and twice they breathed1 and still ,the dew of their great labour1 and the blood ,of their strong bodies1 flowing1 drain'd their force4 ,but either's force was match'd till ,yniol's cry1 #egj 8,remember that great insult done the ,queen10 ,increased ,geraint's1 who heaved his blade aloft1 ,and crack'd the helmet through1 and bit the bone1 ,and fell'd him1 and set foot upon his breast1 ,and said1 8,thy name80 ,to whom the fallen man #ege ,made answer1 groaning1 8,edyrn1 son of ,nudd6 ,ashamed am ,i that ,i should tell it thee4 ,my pride is broken3 men have seen my fall40 8,then1 ,edyrn1 son of ,nudd10 replied ,geraint1 8,these two things shalt thou do1 or else thou diest4 #ehj ,first1 thou thyself1 thy lady1 and thy dwarf1 ,shalt ride to ,arthur's court1 and being there1 ,crave pardon for that insult done the ,queen1 ,and shalt abide her judgment on it2 next1 ,thou shalt give back their earldom to thy kin4 #ehe ,these two things shalt thou do1 or thou shalt die40 ,and ,edyrn answer'd1 8,these things will ,i do1 ,for ,i have never yet been overthrown1 ,and thou hast overthrown me1 and my pride ,is broken down1 for ,enid sees my fall60 #eij ,and rising up1 he rode to ,arthur's court1 ,and there the ,queen forgave him easily4 ,and being young1 he changed himself1 and grew ,to hate the sin that seem'd so like his own ,of ,modred1 ,arthur's nephew1 and fell at last #eie ,in the great battle fighting for the ,king4 ,but when the third day from the hunting-morn ,made a low splendour in the world1 and wings ,moved in her ivy1 ,enid1 for she lay ,with her fair head in the dim yellow light1 #fjj ,among the dancing shadows of the birds1 ,woke and bethought her of her promise given ,no later than last eve to ,prince ,geraint-- ,so bent he seem'd on going the third day1 ,he would not leave her1 till her promise given-- #fje ,to ride with him this morning to the court1 ,and there be made known to the stately ,queen1 ,and there be wedded with all ceremony4 ,at this she cast her eyes upon her dress1 ,and thought it never yet had look'd so mean4 #faj ,for as a leaf in mid-,november is ,to what it was in mid-,october1 seem'd ,the dress that now she look'd on to the dress ,she look'd on ere the coming of ,geraint4 ,and still she look'd1 and still the terror grew #fae ,of that strange bright and dreadful thing1 a court1 ,all staring at her in her faded silk2 ,and softly to her own sweet heart she said2 8,this noble prince who won our earldom back1 ,so splendid in his acts and his attire1 #fbj ,sweet heaven1 how much ,i shall discredit him6 ,would he could tarry with us here awhile1 ,but being so beholden to the ,prince1 ,it were but little grace in any of us1 ,bent as he seem'd on going this third day1 #fbe ,to seek a second favour at his hands4 ,yet if he could but tarry a day or two1 ,myself would work eye dim1 and finger lame1 ,far liefer than so much discredit him40 ,and ,enid fell in longing for a dress #fcj ,all branch'd and flower'd with gold1 a costly gift ,of her good mother1 given her on the night ,before her birthday1 three sad years ago1 ,that night of fire1 when ,edyrn sack'd their house1 ,and scatter'd all they had to all the winds3 #fce ,for while the mother show'd it1 and the two ,were turning and admiring it1 the work ,to both appear'd so costly1 rose a cry ,that ,edyrn's men were on them1 and they fled ,with little save the jewels they had on1 #fdj ,which being sold and sold had bought them bread3 ,and ,edyrn's men had caught them in their flight1 ,and placed them in this ruin2 and she wish'd ,the ,prince had found her in her ancient home2 ,then let her fancy flit across the past1 #fde ,and roam the goodly places that she knew2 ,and last bethought her how she used to watch1 ,near that old home1 a pool of golden carp2 ,and one was patch'd and blurr'd and lustreless ,among his burnish'd brethren of the pool2 #fej ,and half asleep she made comparison ,of that and these to her own faded self ,and the gay court1 and fell asleep again2 ,and dreamt herself was such a faded form ,among her burnish'd sisters of the pool2 #fee ,but this was in the garden of a king2 ,and though she lay dark in the pool1 she knew ,that all was bright2 that all about were birds ,of sunny plume in gilded trellis-work2 ,that all the turf was rich in plots that look'd #ffj ,each like a garnet or a turkis in it2 ,and lords and ladies of the high court went ,in silver tissue talking things of state2 ,and children of the ,king in cloth of gold ,glanced at the doors or gamboll'd down the walks2 #ffe ,and while she thought1 8,they will not see me10 came ,a stately queen whose name was ,guinevere1 ,and all the children in their cloth of gold ,ran to her1 crying1 8,if we have fish at all ,let them be gold2 and charge the gardeners now #fgj ,to pick the faded creature from the pool4 ,and cast it on the mixen that it die40 ,and therewithal one came and seized on her1 ,and ,enid started1 waking1 with her heart ,all overshadow'd by the foolish dream1 #fge ,and lo6 it was her mother grasping her ,to get her well awake3 and in her hand ,a suit of bright apparel1 which she laid ,flat on the couch1 and spoke exultingly3 8,see here1 my child1 how fresh the colours look1 #fhj ,how fast they hold like colours of a shell ,that keeps the wear and polish of the wave6 ,why not8 ,it never yet was worn1 ,i trow3 ,look on it1 child1 and tell me if you know it40 ,and ,enid look'd1 but all confus'd at first1 #fhe ,could scarce divide it from her foolish dream2 ,then suddenly she knew it and rejoiced1 ,and answer'd1 8,yea1 ,i know it2 your good gift1 ,so sadly lost on that unhappy night2 ,your own good gift60 8,yea1 surely10 said the dame1 #fij 8,and gladly given again this happy morn4 ,for when the jousts were ended yesterday1 ,went ,yniol through the town1 and everywhere ,he found the sack and plunder of our house ,all scatter'd through the houses of the town2 #fie ,and gave command that all which once was ours ,should now be ours again3 and yester-eve1 ,while you were talking sweetly with your ,prince1 ,came one with this and laid it in my hand1 ,for love or fear1 or seeking favour of us1 #gjj ,because we have our ,earldom back again4 ,and yester-eve ,i would not tell you of it1 ,but kept it for a sweet surprise at morn4 ,yea1 truly is it not a sweet surprise8 ,for ,i myself unwillingly have worn #gje ,my faded suit1 as you1 my child1 have yours1 ,and howsoever patient1 ,yniol his4 ,ah1 dear1 he took me from a goodly house1 ,with store of rich apparel1 sumptuous fare1 ,and page1 and maid1 and squire1 and seneschal1 #gaj ,and pastime both of hawk and hound1 and all ,that appertains to noble maintenance4 ,yea1 and he brought me to a goodly house2 ,but since our fortune slipt from sun to shade1 ,and all through that young traitor1 cruel need #gae ,constrain'd us1 but a better time has come2 ,so clothe yourself in this1 that better fits ,our mended fortunes and a ,prince's bride3 ,for though you won the prize of fairest fair1 ,and though ,i heard him call you fairest fair1 #gbj ,let never maiden think1 however fair1 ,she is not fairer in new clothes than old4 ,and should some great court-lady say1 the ,prince ,hath pick'd a ragged-robin from the hedge1 ,and like a madman brought her to the court1 #gbe ,then were you shamed1 and1 worse1 might shame the ,prince ,to whom we are beholden2 but ,i know1 ,when my dear child is set forth at her best1 ,that neither court nor country1 though they sought ,through all the provinces like those of old #gcj ,that lighted on ,queen ,esther1 has her match40 ,here ceased the kindly mother out of breath2 ,and ,enid listen'd brightening as she lay2 ,then1 as the white and glittering star of morn ,parts from a bank of snow1 and by and by #gce ,slips into golden cloud1 the maiden rose1 ,and left her maiden couch1 and robed herself1 ,help'd by the mother's careful hand and eye1 ,without a mirror1 in the gorgeous gown2 ,who1 after1 turn'd her daughter round and said1 #gdj ,she never yet had seen her half so fair2 ,and call'd her like that maiden in the tale1 ,whom ,gwydion made by glamour out of flowers1 ,and sweeter than the bride of ,cassivelaun1 ,flur1 for whose love the ,roman ,csar first #gde ,invaded ,britain1 8,but we beat him back1 ,as this great ,prince invaded us1 and we1 ,not beat him back1 but welcomed him with joy4 ,and ,i can scarcely ride with you to court1 ,for old am ,i1 and rough the ways and wild2 #gej ,but ,yniol goes1 and ,i full oft shall dream ,i see my princess as ,i see her now1 ,clothed with my gift1 and gay among the gay40 ,but while the women thus rejoiced1 ,geraint ,woke where he slept in the high hall1 and call'd #gee ,for ,enid2 and when ,yniol made report ,of that good mother making ,enid gay ,in such apparel as might well beseem ,his princess1 or indeed the stately ,queen1 ,he answer'd3 8,earl1 entreat her by my love1 #gfj ,albeit ,i give no reason but my wish1 ,that she ride with me in her faded silk40 ,yniol with that hard message went2 it fell ,like flaws in summer laying lusty corn3 ,for ,enid1 all abash'd she knew not why1 #gfe ,dared not to glance at her good mother's face1 ,but silently1 in all obedience1 ,her mother silent too1 nor helping her1 ,laid from her limbs the costly-broider'd gift1 ,and robed them in her ancient suit again1 #ggj ,and so descended4 ,never man rejoiced ,more than ,geraint to greet her thus attired2 ,and glancing all at once as keenly at her ,as careful robins eye the delver's toil1 ,made her cheek burn and either eyelid fall1 #gge ,but rested with her sweet face satisfied2 ,then seeing cloud upon the mother's brow1 ,her by both hands he caught1 and sweetly said3 8,o my new mother1 be not wroth or grieved ,at your new son1 for my petition to her4 #ghj ,when late ,i left ,caerleon1 our great ,queen1 ,in words whose echo lasts1 they were so sweet1 ,made promise1 that whatever bride ,i brought1 ,herself would clothe her like the sun in ,heaven4 ,thereafter1 when ,i reach'd this ruin'd hold1 #ghe ,beholding one so bright in dark estate1 ,i vow'd that could ,i gain her1 our kind ,queen1 ,no hand but hers1 should make your ,enid burst ,sunlike from cloud--and likewise thought1 perhaps1 ,that service done so graciously would bind #gij ,the two together2 for ,i wish the two ,to love each other3 how should ,enid find ,a nobler friend8 ,another thought ,i had2 ,i came among you here so suddenly1 ,that though her gentle presence at the lists #gie ,might well have served for proof that ,i was loved1 ,i doubted whether filial tenderness1 ,or easy nature1 did not let itself ,be moulded by your wishes for her weal2 ,or whether some false sense in her own self #hjj ,of my contrasting brightness1 overbore ,her fancy dwelling in this dusky hall2 ,and such a sense might make her long for court ,and all its dangerous glories3 and ,i thought1 ,that could ,i someway prove such force in her #hje ,link'd with such love for me1 that at a word 7,no reason given her7 she could cast aside ,a splendour dear to women1 new to her1 ,and therefore dearer2 or if not so new1 ,yet therefore tenfold dearer by the power #haj ,of intermitted custom2 then ,i felt ,that ,i could rest1 a rock in ebbs and flows1 ,fix'd on her faith4 ,now1 therefore1 ,i do rest1 ,a prophet certain of my prophecy1 ,that never shadow of mistrust can cross #hae ,between us4 ,grant me pardon for my thoughts2 ,and for my strange petition ,i will make ,amends hereafter by some gaudy-day1 ,when your fair child shall wear your costly gift ,beside your own warm hearth1 with1 on her knees1 #hbj ,who knows8 another gift of the high ,god1 ,which1 maybe1 shall have learn'd to lisp you thanks40 ,he spoke3 the mother smil'd1 but half in tears1 ,then brought a mantle down and wrapt her in it1 ,and claspt and kiss'd her1 and they rode away4 #hbe ,now thrice that morning ,guinevere had climb'd ,the giant tower1 from whose high crest1 they say1 ,men saw the goodly hills of ,somerset1 ,and white sails flying on the yellow sea2 ,but not to goodly hill or yellow sea #hcj ,look'd the fair ,queen1 but up the vale of ,usk1 ,by the flat meadow1 till she saw them come2 ,and then descending met them at the gates1 ,embrac'd her with all welcome as a friend1 ,and did her honour as the ,prince's bride1 #hce ,and cloth'd her for her bridals like the sun2 ,and all that week was old ,caerleon gay1 ,for by the hands of ,dubric1 the high saint1 ,they twain were wedded with all ceremony4 ,and this was on the last year's ,whitsuntide4 #hdj ,but ,enid ever kept the faded silk1 ,remembering how first he came on her1 ,drest in that dress1 and how he loved her in it1 ,and all her foolish fears about the dress1 ,and all his journey toward her1 as himself #hde ,had told her1 and their coming to the court4 ,and now this morning when he said to her1 8,put on your worst and meanest dress10 she found ,and took it1 and array'd herself therein4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,ode ,,on ,,the ,,death ,,of ,,the ,,duke ,,of ,,wellington4 ,,published ,,in #aheb4 ,i4 ,bury the ,great ,duke ,with an empire's lamentation1 ,let us bury the ,great ,duke ,to the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation1 ,mourning when their leaders fall1 #e ,warriors carry the warrior's pall1 ,and sorrow darkens hamlet and hall4 ,,ii4 ,where shall we lay the man whom we deplore8 ,here1 in streaming ,london's central roar4 ,let the sound of those he wrought for1 #aj ,and the feet of those he fought for1 ,echo round his bones for evermore4 ,,iii4 ,lead out the pageant3 sad and slow1 ,as fits an universal woe1 ,let the long long procession go1 #ae ,and let the sorrowing crowd about it grow1 ,and let the mournful martial music blow2 ,the last great ,englishman is low4 ,,iv4 ,mourn1 for to us he seems the last1 ,remembering all his greatness in the ,past4 #bj ,no more in soldier fashion will he greet ,with lifted hand the gazer in the street4 ,o friends1 our chief state-oracle is mute3 ,mourn for the man of long-enduring blood1 ,the statesman-warrior1 moderate1 resolute1 #be ,whole in himself1 a common good4 ,mourn for the man of amplest influence1 ,yet clearest of ambitious crime1 ,our greatest yet with least pretence1 ,great in council and great in war1 #cj ,foremost captain of his time1 ,rich in saving common-sense1 ,and1 as the greatest only are1 ,in his simplicity sublime4 ,o good gray head which all men knew1 #ce ,o voice from which their omens all men drew1 ,o iron nerve to true occasion true1 ,o fall'n at length that tower of strength ,which stood four-square to all the winds that blew6 ,such was he whom we deplore4 #dj ,the long self-sacrifice of life is o'er4 ,the great ,world-victor's victor will be seen no more4 ,v4 ,all is over and done3 ,render thanks to the ,giver1 ,england1 for thy son4 #de ,let the bell be toll'd4 ,render thanks to the ,giver1 ,and render him to the mould4 ,under the cross of gold ,that shines over city and river1 #ej ,there he shall rest for ever ,among the wise and the bold4 ,let the bell be toll'd3 ,and a reverent people behold ,the towering car1 the sable steeds3 #ee ,bright let it be with its blazon'd deeds1 ,dark in its funeral fold4 ,let the bell be toll'd3 ,and a deeper knell in the heart be knoll'd2 ,and the sound of the sorrowing anthem roll'd #fj ,thro' the dome of the golden cross2 ,and the volleying cannon thunder his loss2 ,he knew their voices of old4 ,for many a time in many a clime ,his captain's-ear has heard them boom #fe ,bellowing victory1 bellowing doom3 ,when he with those deep voices wrought1 ,guarding realms and kings from shame2 ,with those deep voices our dead captain taught ,the tyrant1 and asserts his claim #gj ,in that dread sound to the great name1 ,which he has worn so pure of blame1 ,in praise and in dispraise the same1 ,a man of well-attemper'd frame4 ,o civic muse1 to such a name1 #ge ,to such a name for ages long1 ,to such a name1 ,preserve a broad approach of fame1 ,and ever-ringing#a avenues of song4 ,,vi4 ,who is he that cometh1 like an honour'd guest1 #hj ,with banner and with music1 with soldier and with priest1 ,with a nation weeping1 and breaking on my rest8 ,mighty ,seaman1 this is he ,was great by land as thou by sea4 ,thine island loves thee well1 thou famous man1 #he ,the greatest sailor since our world began4 ,now1 to the roll of muffled drums1 ,to thee the greatest soldier comes2 ,for this is he ,was great by land as thou by sea2 #ij ,his foes were thine2 he kept us free2 ,o give him welcome1 this is he ,worthy of our gorgeous rites1 ,and worthy to be laid by thee2 ,for this is ,england's greatest son1 #ie ,he that gain'd a hundred fights1 ,nor ever lost an ,english gun2 ,this is he that far away ,against the myriads of ,assaye ,clash'd with his fiery few and won2 #ajj ,and underneath another sun1 ,warring on a later day1 ,round affrighted ,lisbon drew ,the treble works1 the vast designs ,of his labour'd rampart-lines1 #aje ,where he greatly stood at bay1 ,whence he issued forth anew1 ,and ever great and greater grew ,beating from the wasted vines ,back to ,france her banded swarms1 #aaj ,back to ,france with countless blows1 ,till o'er the hills her eagles flew ,beyond the ,pyrenean pines1 ,follow'd up in valley and glen ,with blare of bugle1 clamour of men1 #aae ,roll of cannon and clash of arms1 ,and ,england pouring on her foes4 ,such a war had such a close4 ,again their ravening eagle rose ,in anger1 wheel'd on ,europe-shadowing wings1 #abj ,and barking for the thrones of kings2 ,till one that sought but ,duty's iron crown ,on that loud sabbath shook the spoiler down2 ,a day of onsets of despair6 ,dash'd on every rocky square #abe ,their surging charges foam'd themselves away2 ,last1 the ,prussian trumpet blew2 ,thro' the long-tormented air ,heaven flash'd a sudden jubilant ray1 ,and down we swept and charged and overthrew4 #acj ,so great a soldier taught us there1 ,what long-enduring hearts could do ,in that world-earthquake1 ,waterloo6 ,mighty ,seaman1 tender and true1 ,and pure as he from taint of craven guile1 #ace ,o saviour of the silver-coasted isle1 ,o shaker of the ,baltic and the ,nile1 ,if aught of things that here befall ,touch a spirit among things divine1 ,if love of country move thee there at all1 #adj ,be glad1 because his bones are laid by thine6 ,and thro' the centuries let a people's voice ,in full acclaim1 ,a people's voice1 ,the proof and echo of all human fame1 #ade ,a people's voice1 when they rejoice ,at civic revel and pomp and game1 ,attest their great commander's claim ,with honour1 honour1 honour1 honour to him1 ,eternal honour to his name4 #aej ,,vii4 ,a people's voice6 we are a people yet4 ,tho' all men else their nobler dreams forget1 ,confused by brainless mobs and lawless powers2 ,thank ,him who isled us here1 and roughly set ,his ,saxon#b in blown seas and storming showers1 #aee ,we have a voice1 with which to pay the debt ,of boundless love and reverence and regret ,to those great men who fought1 and kept it ours4 ,and keep it ours1 ,o ,god1 from brute control2 ,o ,statesmen1 guard us1 guard the eye1 the soul #afj ,of ,europe1 keep our noble ,england whole1 ,and save the one true seed of freedom sown ,betwixt a people and their ancient throne1 ,that sober freedom out of which there springs ,our loyal passion for our temperate kings2 #afe ,for1 saving that1 ye help to save mankind ,till public wrong be crumbled into dust1 ,and drill the raw world for the march of mind1 ,till crowds at length be sane and crowns be just4 ,but wink no more in slothful overtrust4 #agj ,remember him who led your hosts2 ,he bad you guard the sacred coasts4 ,your cannons moulder on the seaward wall2 ,his voice is silent in your council-hall ,for ever2 and whatever tempests lour #age ,for ever silent2 even if they broke ,in thunder1 silent2 yet remember all ,he spoke among you1 and the ,man who spoke2 ,who never sold the truth to serve the hour1 ,nor palter'd with ,eternal ,god for power2 #ahj ,who let the turbid streams of rumour flow ,thro' either babbling world of high and low2 ,whose life was work1 whose language rife ,with rugged maxims hewn from life2 ,who never spoke against a foe2 #ahe ,whose eighty winters freeze with one rebuke ,all great self-seekers trampling on the right3 ,truth-teller was our ,england's ,alfred named2 ,truth-lover was our ,english ,duke2 ,whatever record leap to light #aij ,he never shall be shamed4 ,,viii4 ,lo1 the leader in these glorious wars ,now to glorious burial slowly borne1 ,follow'd by the brave of other lands1 ,he1 on whom from both her open hands #aie ,lavish ,honour shower'd all her stars1 ,and affluent ,fortune emptied all her horn4 ,yea1 let all good things await ,him who cares not to be great1 ,but as he saves or serves the state4 #bjj ,not once or twice in our rough island-story1 ,the path of duty was the way to glory3 ,he that walks it1 only thirsting ,for the right1 and learns to deaden ,love of self1 before his journey closes1 #bje ,he shall find the stubborn thistle bursting ,into glossy purples1 which outredden ,all voluptuous garden-roses4 ,not once or twice in our fair island-story1 ,the path of duty was the way to glory3 #baj ,he1 that ever following her commands1 ,on with toil of heart and knees and hands1 ,thro' the long gorge to the far light has won ,his path upward1 and prevail'd1 ,shall find the toppling crags of ,duty scaled #bae ,are close upon the shining table-lands ,to which our ,god ,himself is moon and sun4 ,such was he3 his work is done4 ,but while the races of mankind endure1 ,let his great example stand #bbj ,colossal1 seen of every land1 ,and keep the soldier firm1 the statesman pure3 ,till in all lands and thro' all human story ,the path of duty be the way to glory3 ,and let the land whose hearths he saved from shame ,for many and many an age proclaim #bbf ,at civic revel and pomp and game1 ,and when the long-illumined cities flame1 ,their ever-loyal iron leader's fame1 ,with honour1 honour1 honour1 honour to him1 #bcj ,eternal honour to his name4 ,,ix4 ,peace1 his triumph will be sung ,by some yet unmoulded tongue ,far on in summers that we shall not see3 ,peace1 it is a day of pain #bce ,for one about whose patriarchal knee ,late the little children clung3 ,o peace1 it is a day of pain ,for one1 upon whose hand and heart and brain ,once the weight and fate of ,europe hung4 #bdj ,ours the pain1 be his the gain6 ,more than is of man's degree ,must be with us1 watching here ,at this1 our great solemnity4 ,whom we see not we revere2 #bde ,we revere1 and we refrain ,from talk of battles loud and vain1 ,and brawling memories all too free ,for such a wise humility ,as befits a solemn fane3 #bej ,we revere1 and while we hear ,the tides of ,music's golden sea ,setting toward eternity1 ,uplifted high in heart and hope are we1 ,until we doubt not that for one so true #bee ,there must be other nobler work to do ,than when he fought at ,waterloo1 ,and ,victor he must ever be4 ,for tho' the ,giant ,ages heave the hill ,and break the shore1 and evermore #bfj ,make and break1 and work their will2 ,tho' world on world in myriad myriads roll ,round us1 each with different powers1 ,and other forms of life than ours1 ,what know we greater than the soul8 #bfe ,on ,god and ,godlike men we build our trust4 ,hush1 the ,dead ,march wails in the people's ears3 ,the dark crowd moves1 and there are sobs and tears3 ,the black earth yawns3 the mortal disappears2 ,ashes to ashes1 dust to dust2 #bgj ,he is gone who seem'd so great1-- ,gone2 but nothing can bereave him ,of the force he made his own ,being here1 and we believe him ,something far advanced in ,state1 #bge ,and that he wears a truer crown ,than any wreath that man can weave him4 ,speak no more of his renown1 ,lay your earthly fancies down1 ,and in the vast cathedral leave him1 #bhj ,god accept him1 ,christ receive him4 ----- #a ,see note on this line4 #b ,see note on this line4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,day ,,dream4 ,,the ,,sleeping ,,palace4 ,i4 ,the varying year with blade and sheaf ,clothes and reclothes the happy plains2 ,here rests the sap within the leaf1 ,here stays the blood along the veins4 ,faint shadows1 vapours lightly curl'd1 #e ,faint murmurs from the meadows come1 ,like hints and echoes of the world ,to spirits folded in the womb4 ,,ii4 ,soft lustre bathes the range of urns ,on every slanting terrace-lawn4 #aj ,the fountain to his place returns ,deep in the garden lake withdrawn4 ,here droops the banner on the tower1 ,on the hall-hearths the festal fires1 ,the peacock in his laurel bower1 #ae ,the parrot in his gilded wires4 ,,iii4 ,roof-haunting martins warm their eggs3 ,in these1 in those the life is stay'd4 ,the mantles from the golden pegs ,droop sleepily3 no sound is made1-- #bj ,not even of a gnat that sings4 ,more like a picture seemeth all ,than those old portraits of old kings1 ,that watch the sleepers from the wall4 ,,iv4 ,here sits the ,butler with a flask #be ,between his knees1 half-drain'd2 and there ,the wrinkled steward at his task1 ,the maid-of-honour blooming fair3 ,the page has caught her hand in his3 ,her lips are sever'd as to speak3 #cj ,his own were pouted to a kiss3 ,the blush is fix'd upon her cheek4 ,v4 ,till all the hundred summers pass1 ,the beams that thro' the ,oriel shine1 ,make prisms in every carven glass1 #ce ,and beaker brimm'd with noble wine4 ,each baron at the banquet sleeps1 ,grave faces gather'd in a ring4 ,his state the king reposing keeps1 ,he must have been a jovial king4 #dj ,,vi4 ,all round a hedge upshoots1 and shows ,at distance like a little wood2 ,thorns1 ivies1 woodbine1 mistletoes1 ,and grapes with bunches red as blood2 ,all creeping plants1 a wall of green #de ,close-matted1 bur and brake and briar1 ,and glimpsing over these1 just seen1 ,high up1 the topmost palace-spire4 ,,vii4 ,when will the hundred summers die1 ,and thought and time be born again1 #ej ,and newer knowledge1 drawing nigh1 ,bring truth that sways the soul of men8 ,here all things in their place remain1 ,as all were order'd1 ages since4 ,come1 ,care and ,pleasure1 ,hope and ,pain1 #ee ,and bring the fated fairy ,prince4 ,,the ,,sleeping ,,beauty4 ,i4 ,year after year unto her feet1 ,she lying on her couch alone ,across the purpled coverlet1 ,the maiden's jet-black hair has grown1 #fj ,on either side her tranced form ,forth streaming from a braid of pearl3 ,the slumbrous light is rich and warm1 ,and moves not on the rounded curl4 ,,ii4 ,the silk star-broidered coverlid #fe ,unto her limbs itself doth mould ,languidly ever2 and1 amid ,her full black ringlets downward roll'd1 ,glows forth each softly-shadow'd arm ,with bracelets of the diamond bright3 #gj ,her constant beauty doth inform ,stillness with love1 and day with light4 ,,iii4 ,she sleeps3 her breathings are not heard ,in palace chambers far apart4 ,the fragrant tresses are not stirr'd #ge ,that lie upon her charmed heart4 ,she sleeps3 on either hand upswells ,the gold-fringed pillow lightly prest3 ,she sleeps1 nor dreams1 but ever dwells ,a perfect form in perfect rest4 #hj ,,the ,,arrival4 ,i4 ,all precious things1 discover'd late1 ,to those who seek them issue forth2 ,for love in sequel works with fate1 ,and draws the veil from hidden worth4 ,he travels far from other skies-- #he ,his mantle glitters on the rocks-- ,a fairy ,prince1 with joyful eyes1 ,and lighter-footed than the fox4 ,,ii4 ,the bodies and the bones of those ,that strove in other days to pass1 #ij ,are wither'd in the thorny close1 ,or scatter'd blanching on the grass4 ,he gazes on the silent dead3 #8,they perish'd in their daring deeds4' ,this proverb flashes thro' his head1 #ie #8,the many fail3 the one succeeds4' ,,iii4 ,he comes1 scarce knowing what he seeks3 ,he breaks the hedge3 he enters there3 ,the colour flies into his cheeks3 ,he trusts to light on something fair2 #ajj ,for all his life the charm did talk ,about his path1 and hover near ,with words of promise in his walk1 ,and whisper'd voices in his ear4 ,,iv4 ,more close and close his footsteps wind2 #aje ,the ,magic ,music in his heart ,beats quick and quicker1 till he find ,the quiet chamber far apart4 ,his spirit flatters like a lark1 ,he stoops--to kiss her--on his knee4 #aaj #8,love1 if thy tresses be so dark1 ,how dark those hidden eyes must be6' ,,the ,,revival4 ,i4 ,a touch1 a kiss6 the charm was snapt4 ,there rose a noise of striking clocks2 ,and feet that ran1 and doors that clapt1 #aae ,and barking dogs1 and crowing cocks2 ,a fuller light illumined all1 ,a breeze thro' all the garden swept1 ,a sudden hubbub shook the hall1 ,and sixty feet the fountain leapt4 #abj ,,ii4 ,the hedge broke in1 the banner blew1 ,the butler drank1 the steward scrawl'd1 ,the fire shot up1 the martin flew1 ,the parrot scream'd1 the peacock squall'd1 ,the maid and page renew'd their strife1 #abe ,the palace bang'd1 and buzz'd and clackt1 ,and all the long pent stream of life ,dash'd downward in a cataract4 ,,iii4 ,and last with these the king awoke1 ,and in his chair himself uprear'd1 #acj ,and yawn'd1 and rubb'd his face1 and spoke1 #8,by holy rood1 a royal beard6 ,how say you8 we have slept1 my lords4 ,my beard has grown into my lap4' ,the barons swore1 with many words1 #ace ',twas but an after-dinner's nap4 ,,iv4 #8,pardy1' return'd the king1 #8but still ,my joints are something stiff or so4 ,my lord1 and shall we pass the bill ,i mention'd half an hour ago8' #adj ,the chancellor1 sedate and vain1 ,in courteous words return'd reply3 ,but dallied with his golden chain1 ,and1 smiling1 put the question by4 ,,the ,,departure4 ,i4 ,and on her lover's arm she leant1 #ade ,and round her waist she felt it fold1 ,and far across the hills they went ,in that new world which is the old3 ,across the hills1 and far away ,beyond their utmost purple rim1 #aej ,and deep into the dying day ,the happy princess follow'd him4 ,,ii4 #8,i'd sleep another hundred years1 ,o love1 for such another kiss2' #8,o wake for ever1 love1' she hears1 #aee #8,o love1 'twas such as this and this4' ,and o'er them many a sliding star1 ,and many a merry wind was borne1 ,and stream'd thro' many a golden bar1 ,the twilight melted into morn4 #afj ,,iii4 #8,o eyes long laid in happy sleep6' #8,o happy sleep1 that lightly fled6' #8,o happy kiss1 that woke thy sleep6' #8,o love1 thy kiss would wake the dead6' ,and o'er them many a flowing range #afe ,of vapour buoy'd the crescent-bark1 ,and1 rapt thro' many a rosy change1 ,the twilight died into the dark4 ,,iv4 #8,a hundred summers6 can it be8 ,and whither goest thou1 tell me where8' #agj #8,o seek my father's court with me1 ,for there are greater wonders there4' ,and o'er the hills1 and far away ,beyond their utmost purple rim1 ,beyond the night1 across the day1 #age ,thro' all the world she follow'd him4 ,,moral4 ,i4 ,so1 ,lady ,flora1 take my lay1 ,and if you find no moral there1 ,go1 look in any glass and say1 ,what moral is in being fair4 #ahj ,oh1 to what uses shall we put ,the wildweed-flower that simply blows8 ,and is there any moral shut ,within the bosom of the rose8 ,,ii4 ,but any man that walks the mead1 #ahe ,in bud or blade1 or bloom1 may find1 ,according as his humours lead1 ,a meaning suited to his mind4 ,and liberal applications lie ,in ,art like ,nature1 dearest friend2 #aij ,so 'twere to cramp its use1 if ,i ,should hook it to some useful end4 99 99 99 99 99 #8,,you ,,ask ,,me1 ,,why1 ,,tho' ,,ill ,,at ,,ease4' ,you ask me1 why1 tho' ill at ease1 ,within this region ,i subsist1 ,whose spirits falter in the mist1 ,and languish for the purple seas4 ,it is the land that freemen till1 #e ,that sober-suited ,freedom chose1 ,the land1 where girt with friends or foes ,a man may speak the thing he will2 ,a land of settled government1 ,a land of just and old renown1 #aj ,where freedom slowly broadens down ,from precedent to precedent3 ,where faction seldom gathers head1 ,but by degrees to fullness wrought1 ,the strength of some diffusive thought #ae ,hath time and space to work and spread4 ,should banded unions persecute ,opinion1 and induce a time ,when single thought is civil crime1 ,and individual freedom mute2 #bj ,tho' ,power should make from land to land ,the name of ,britain trebly great-- ,tho' every channel of the ,state ,should fill and choke with golden sand-- ,yet waft me from the harbour-mouth1 #be ,wild wind6 ,i seek a warmer sky1 ,and ,i will see before ,i die ,the palms and temples of the ,south4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,traveller4 ,remote1 unfriended1 melancholy1 slow1-- ,or by the lazy ,scheldt or wandering ,po2 ,or onward1 where the rude ,carinthian boor ,against the houseless stranger shuts the door2 ,or where ,campania's plain forsaken lies1 #e ,a weary waste expanding to the skies2-- ,where'er ,i roam1 whatever realms to see1 ,my heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee2 ,still to my brother turns1 with ceaseless pain1 ,and drags at each remove a lengthening chain4 #aj ,eternal blessings crown my earliest friend1 ,and round his dwelling guardian saints attend3 ,blest be that spot1 where cheerful guests retire ,to pause from toil1 and trim their evening fire2 ,blest that abode1 where want and pain repair1 #ae ,and every stranger finds a ready chair2 ,blest be those feasts with simple plenty crown'd1 ,where all the ruddy family around ,laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail1 ,or sigh with pity at some mournful tale1 #bj ,or press the bashful stranger to his food1 ,and learn the luxury of doing good4 ,but me1 not destin'd such delights to share1 ,my prime of life in wandering spent and care-- ,impell'd1 with steps unceasing1 to pursue #be ,some fleeting good1 that mocks me with the view1-- ,that1 like the circle bounding earth and skies1 ,allures from far1 yet1 as ,i follow1 flies1-- ,my fortune leads to traverse realms alone1 ,and find no spot of all the world my own4 #cj ,ev'n now1 where ,alpine solitudes ascend1 ,i sit me down a pensive hour to spend2 ,and1 plac'd on high above the storm's career1 ,look downward where an hundred realms appear3 ,lakes1 forests1 cities1 plains1 extending wide1 #ce ,the pomp of kings1 the shepherd's humbler pride4 ,when thus creation's charms around combine1 ,amidst the store should thankless pride repine8 ,say1 should the philosophic mind disdain ,that good which makes each humbler bosom vain8 #dj ,let school-taught pride dissemble all it can1 ,these little things are great to little man2 ,and wiser he1 whose sympathetic mind ,exults in all the good of all mankind4 ,ye glittering towns1 with wealth and splendor crown'd1 #de ,ye fields1 where summer spreads profusion round1 ,ye lakes1 whose vessels catch the busy gale1 ,ye bending swains1 that dress the flowery vale2 ,for me your tributary stores combine2 ,creation's heir1 the world--the world is mine6 #ej ,as some lone miser1 visiting his store1 ,bends at his treasure1 counts1 recounts it o'er2 ,hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill1 ,yet still he sighs1 for hoards are wanting still3 ,thus to my breast alternate passions rise1 #ee ,pleas'd with each good that ,heaven to man supplies3 ,yet oft a sigh prevails1 and sorrows fall1 ,to see the hoard of human bliss so small2 ,and oft ,i wish1 amidst the scene1 to find ,some spot to real happiness consign'd1 #fj ,where my worn soul1 each wandering hope at rest1 ,may gather bliss to see my fellows blest4 ,but where to find that happiest spot below1 ,who can direct1 when all pretend to know8 ,the shuddering tenant of the frigid zone #fe ,boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own2 ,extols the treasures of his stormy seas1 ,and his long nights of revelry and ease2 ,the naked negro1 panting at the line1 ,boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine1 #gj ,basks in the glare1 or stems the tepid wave1 ,and thanks his gods for all the good they gave4 ,such is the patriot's boast1 where'er we roam2 ,his first1 best country ever is at home4 ,and yet1 perhaps1 if countries we compare1 #ge ,and estimate the blessings which they share1 ,though patriots flatter1 still shall wisdom find ,an equal portion dealt to all mankind2 ,as different good1 by art or nature given1 ,to different nations makes their blessings even4 #hj ,nature1 a mother kind alike to all1 ,still grants her bliss at labour's earnest call2 ,with food as well the peasant is supplied ,on ,idra's cliffs as ,arno's shelvy side2 ,and1 though the rocky-crested summits frown1 #he ,these rocks by custom turn to beds of down4 ,from art more various are the blessings sent3 ,wealth1 commerce1 honour1 liberty1 content4 ,yet these each other's power so strong contest1 ,that either seems destructive of the rest4 #ij ,where wealth and freedom reign1 contentment fails1 ,and honour sinks where commerce long prevails4 ,hence every state1 to one lov'd blessing prone1 ,conforms and models life to that alone2 ,each to the favourite happiness attends1 #ie ,and spurns the plan that aims at other ends2 ,till1 carried to excess in each domain1 ,this favourite good begets peculiar pain4 ,but let us try these truths with closer eyes1 ,and trace them through the prospect as it lies4 #ajj ,here for a while1 my proper cares resign'd1 ,here let me sit in sorrow for mankind2 ,like yon neglected shrub1 at random cast1 ,that shades the steep1 and sighs at every blast4 ,far to the right1 where ,apennine ascends1 #aje ,bright as the summer1 ,italy extends2 ,its uplands sloping deck the mountain's side1 ,woods over woods in gay theatric pride2 ,while oft some temple's mouldering tops between ,with venerable grandeur mark the scene4 #aaj ,could nature's bounty satisfy the breast1 ,the sons of ,italy were surely blest4 ,whatever fruits in different climes are found1 ,that proudly rise1 or humbly court the ground2 ,whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear1 #aae ,whose bright succession decks the varied year2 ,whatever sweets salute the northern sky ,with vernal lives1 that blossom but to die2 ,these1 here disporting1 own the kindred soil1 ,nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil2 #abj ,while sea-born gales their gelid wings expand ,to winnow fragrance round the smiling land4 ,but small the bliss that sense alone bestows1 ,and sensual bliss is all this nation knows4 ,in florid beauty groves and fields appear1 #abe ,man seems the only growth that dwindles here4 ,contrasted faults through all his manners reign3 ,though poor1 luxurious2 though submissive1 vain2 ,though grave1 yet trifling2 zealous1 yet untrue2 ,and even in penance planning sins anew4 #acj ,all evils here contaminate the mind1 ,that opulence departed leaves behind2 ,for wealth was theirs1 not far remov'd the date1 ,when commerce proudly flourished through the state4 ,at her command the palace learnt to rise1 #ace ,again the long-fallen column sought the skies2 ,the canvas glow'd beyond ev'n nature warm1 ,the pregnant quarry teem'd with human form2 ,till1 more unsteady than the southern gale1 ,commerce on other shores display'd her sail2 #adj ,while nought remain'd of all that riches gave1 ,but towns unmann'd1 and lords without a slave3 ,and late the nation found1 with fruitless skill1 ,its former strength was but plethoric ill4 ,yet still the loss of wealth is here supplied #ade ,by arts1 the splendid wrecks of former pride2 ,from these the feeble heart and long-fallen mind ,an easy compensation seem to find4 ,here may be seen1 in bloodless pomp array'd1 ,the pasteboard triumph and the cavalcade2 #aej ,processions form'd for piety and love1 ,a mistress or a saint in every grove4 ,by sports like these are all their cares beguil'd1 ,the sports of children satisfy the child2 ,each nobler aim1 represt by long control1 #aee ,now sinks at last1 or feebly mans the soul2 ,while low delights1 succeeding fast behind1 ,in happier meanness occupy the mind4 ,as in those domes where ,csars once bore sway1 ,defac'd by time and tottering in decay1 #afj ,there in the ruin1 heedless of the dead1 ,the shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed2 ,and1 wondering man could want the larger pile1 ,exults1 and owns his cottage with a smile4 ,my soul1 turn from them2 turn we to survey #afe ,where rougher climes a nobler race display2 ,where the bleak ,swiss their stormy mansion tread1 ,and force a churlish soil for scanty bread4 ,no product here the barren hills afford1 ,but man and steel1 the soldier and his sword2 #agj ,no vernal blooms their torpid rocks array1 ,but winter lingering chills the lap of ,may2 ,no zephyr fondly sues the mountain's breast1 ,but meteors glare1 and stormy glooms invest4 ,yet still1 even here1 content can spread a charm1 #age ,redress the clime1 and all its rage disarm4 ,though poor the peasant's hut1 his feasts though small1 ,he sees his little lot the lot of all2 ,sees no contiguous palace rear its head ,to shame the meanness of his humble shed2 #ahj ,no costly lord the sumptuous banquet deal ,to make him loathe his vegetable meal2 ,but calm1 and bred in ignorance and toil1 ,each wish contracting1 fits him to the soil4 ,cheerful1 at morn1 he wakes from short repose1 #ahe ,breasts the keen air1 and carols as he goes2 ,with patient angle trolls the finny deep1 ,or drives his venturous plowshare to the steep2 ,or seeks the den where snow-tracks mark the way1 ,and drags the struggling savage into day4 #aij ,at night returning1 every labour sped1 ,he sits him down1 the monarch of a shed2 ,smiles by his cheerful fire1 and round surveys ,his children's looks1 that brighten at the blaze1 ,while his lov'd partner1 boastful of her hoard1 #aie ,displays her cleanly platter on the board2 ,and haply too some pilgrim1 thither led1 ,with many a tale repays the nightly bed4 ,thus every good his native wilds impart1 ,imprints the patriot passion on his heart2 #bjj ,and ev'n those hills that round his mansion rise ,enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies4 ,dear is that shed to which his soul conforms1 ,and dear that hill which lifts him to the storms3 ,and as a child1 when scaring sounds molest1 #bje ,clings close and closer to the mother's breast1 ,so the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar ,but bind him to his native mountains more4 ,such are the charms to barren states assign'd3 ,their wants but few1 their wishes all confin'd4 #baj ,yet let them only share the praises due2 ,if few their wants1 their pleasures are but few2 ,for every want that stimulates the breast ,becomes a source of pleasure when redrest4 ,whence from such lands each pleasing science flies1 #bae ,that first excites desire1 and then supplies2 ,unknown to them1 when sensual pleasures cloy1 ,to fill the languid pause with finer joy2 ,unknown those powers that raise the soul to flame ,catch every nerve1 and vibrate through the frame3 #bbj ,their level life is but a smouldering fire1 ,unquench'd by want1 unfann'd by strong desire2 ,unfit for raptures1 or1 if raptures cheer ,on some high festival of once a year1 ,in wild excess the vulgar breast takes fire1 #bbe ,till1 buried in debauch1 the bliss expire4 ,but not their joys alone thus coarsely flow2 ,their morals1 like their pleasures1 are but low4 ,for1 as refinement stops1 from sire to son1 ,unalter'd1 unimprov'd1 the manners run2 #bcj ,and love's and friendship's finely pointed dart ,fall blunted from each indurated heart4 ,some sterner virtues o'er the mountain's breast ,may sit1 like falcons cowering on the nest2 ,but all the gentler morals1 such as play #bce ,through life's more cultur'd walks1 and charm the way1-- ,these1 far dispers'd1 on timorous pinions fly1 ,to sport and flutter in a kinder sky4 ,to kinder skies1 where gentler manners reign1 ,i turn2 and ,france displays her bright domain4 #bdj ,gay1 sprightly land of mirth and social ease1 ,pleas'd with thyself1 whom all the world can please1 ,how often have ,i led thy sportive choir1 ,with tuneless pipe1 beside the murmuring ,loire6 ,where shading elms along the margin grew1 #bde ,and freshen'd from the wave the zephyr flew2 ,and haply1 though my harsh touch1 faltering still1 ,but mock'd all tune1 and marr'd the dancer's skill1 ,yet would the village praise my wondrous power1 ,and dance1 forgetful of the noontide hour4 #bej ,alike all ages3 dames of ancient days ,have led their children through the mirthful maze2 ,and the gay grandsire1 skill'd in gestic lore1 ,has frisk'd beneath the burthen of threescore4 ,so blest a life these thoughtless realms display2 #bee ,thus idly busy rolls their world away4 ,theirs are those arts that mind to mind endear1 ,for honour forms the social temper here3 ,honour1 that praise which real merit gains1 ,or even imaginary worth obtains1 #bfj ,here passes current2 paid from hand to hand1 ,it shifts in splendid traffic round the land2 ,from courts1 to camps1 to cottages it strays1 ,and all are taught an avarice of praise4 ,they please1 are pleas'd2 they give to get esteem1 #bfe ,till1 seeming blest1 they grow to what they seem4 ,but while this softer art their bliss supplies1 ,it gives their follies also room to rise2 ,for praise too dearly lov'd1 or warmly sought ,enfeebles all internal strength of thought3 #bgj ,and the weak soul1 within itself unblest1 ,leans for all pleasure on another's breast4 ,hence ostentation here1 with tawdry art1 ,pants for the vulgar praise which fools impart2 ,here vanity assumes her pert grimace1 #bge ,and trims her robes of frieze with copper lace2 ,here beggar pride defrauds her daily cheer1 ,to boast one splendid banquet once a year3 ,the mind still turns where shifting fashion draws1 ,nor weighs the solid worth of self-applause4 #bhj ,to men of other minds my fancy flies1 ,embosom'd in the deep where ,holland lies4 ,methinks her patient sons before me stand1 ,where the broad ocean leans against the land1 ,and1 sedulous to stop the coming tide1 #bhe ,lift the tall rampire's artificial pride4 ,onward methinks1 and diligently slow1 ,the firm connected bulwark seems to grow1 ,spreads its long arms amidst the watery roar1 ,scoops out an empire1 and usurps the shore4 #bij ,while the pent ocean1 rising o'er the pile1 ,sees an amphibious world beneath him smile3 ,the slow canal1 the yellow-blossom'd vale1 ,the willow-tufted bank1 the gliding sail1 ,the crowded mart1 the cultivated plain1-- #bie ,a new creation rescued from his reign4 ,thus1 while around the wave-subjected soil ,impels the native to repeated toil1 ,industrious habits in each bosom reign1 ,and industry begets a love of gain4 #cjj ,hence all the good from opulence that springs1 ,with all those ills superfluous treasure brings1 ,are here display'd4 ,their much lov'd wealth imparts ,convenience1 plenty1 elegance1 and arts2 ,but1 view them closer1 craft and fraud appear2 #cje ,even liberty itself is bartered here4 ,at gold's superior charms all freedom flies2 ,the needy sell it1 and the rich man buys4 ,a land of tyrants1 and a den of slaves1 ,here wretches seek dishonorable graves1 #caj ,and calmly bent1 to servitude conform1 ,dull as their lakes that slumber in the storm4 ,heavens6 how unlike their ,belgic sires of old-- ,rough1 poor1 content1 ungovernably bold2 ,war in each breast1 and freedom on each brow2 #cae ,how much unlike the sons of ,britain now6 ,fir'd at the sound1 my genius spreads her wing1 ,and flies where ,britain courts the western spring1 ,where lawns extend that scorn ,arcadian pride1 ,and brighter streams than fam'd ,hydaspes glide4 #cbj ,there all around the gentlest breezes stray1 ,there gentle music melts on every spray2 ,creation's mildest charms are there combin'd3 ,extremes are only in the master's mind6 ,stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state1 #cbe ,with daring aims irregularly great2 ,pride in their port1 defiance in their eye1 ,i see the lords of human kind pass by2 ,intent on high designs1 a thoughtful band1 ,by forms unfashion'd1 fresh from ,nature's hand1 #ccj ,fierce in their native hardiness of soul1 ,true to imagin'd right1 above control2 ,while e'en the peasant boasts these rights to scan1 ,and learns to venerate himself as man4 ,thine1 ,freedom1 thine the blessings pictur'd here1 #cce ,thine are those charms that dazzle and endear2 ,too blest1 indeed1 were such without alloy2 ,but1 foster'd e'en by freedom1 ills annoy4 ,that independence ,britons prize too high ,keeps man from man1 and breaks the social tie2 #cdj ,the self-dependent lordlings stand alone1 ,all claims that bind and sweeten life unknown4 ,here1 by the bonds of nature feebly held1 ,minds combat minds1 repelling and repell'd2 ,ferments arise1 imprison'd factions roar1 #cde ,represt ambition struggles round her shore2 ,till1 over-wrought1 the general system feels ,its motions stop1 or frenzy fire the wheels4 ,nor this the worst4 ,as nature's ties decay1 ,as duty1 love1 and honour fail to sway1 #cej ,fictitious bonds1 the bonds of wealth and law1 ,still gather strength1 and force unwilling awe4 ,hence all obedience bows to these alone1 ,and talent sinks1 and merit weeps unknown2 ,till time may come1 when1 stript of all her charms1 #cee ,the land of scholars1 and the nurse of arms1 ,where noble stems transmit the patriot flame1 ,where kings have toil'd and poets wrote for fame1 ,one sink of level avarice shall lie1 ,and scholars1 soldiers1 kings1 unhonour'd die4 #cfj ,yet think not1 thus when ,freedom's ills ,i state1 ,i mean to flatter kings1 or court the great3 ,ye powers of truth1 that bid my soul aspire1 ,far from my bosom drive the low desire2 ,and thou1 fair ,freedom1 taught alike to feel #cfe ,the rabble's rage1 and tyrant's angry steel2 ,thou transitory flower1 alike undone ,by proud contempt1 or favour's fostering sun1 ,still may thy blooms the changeful clime endure6 ,i only would repress them to secure3 #cgj ,for just experience tells in every soil1 ,that those who think must govern those who toil2 ,and all that ,freedom's highest aims can reach1 ,is but to lay proportion'd loads on each4 ,hence1 should one order disproportioned grow1 #cge ,its double weight must ruin all below4 ,oh1 then how blind to all that truth requires1 ,who think it freedom when a part aspires6 ,calm is my soul1 nor apt to rise in arms1 ,except when fast approaching danger warms3 #chj ,but when contending chiefs blockade the throne1 ,contracting regal power to stretch their own2 ,when ,i behold a factious band agree ,to call it freedom when themselves are free2 ,each wanton judge new penal statutes draw1 #che ,laws grind the poor1 and rich men rule the law2 ,the wealth of climes where savage nations roam1 ,pillag'd from slaves to purchase slaves at home2 ,fear1 pity1 justice1 indignation1 start1 ,tear off reserve1 and bare my swelling heart2 #cij ,till1 half a patriot1 half a coward grown1 ,i fly from petty tyrants to the throne4 ,yes1 brother1 curse with me that baleful hour1 ,when first ambition struck at regal power1 ,and thus polluting honour in its source1 #cie ,gave wealth to sway the mind with double force4 ,have we not seen1 round ,britain's peopled shore1 ,her useful sons exchang'd for useless ore8 ,seen all her triumphs but destruction haste1 ,like flaring tapers brightening as they waste1 #djj ,seen opulence1 her grandeur to maintain1 ,lead stern depopulation in her train1 ,and over fields where scatter'd hamlets rose1 ,in barren1 solitary pomp repose8 ,have we not seen1 at pleasure's lordly call1 #dje ,the smiling1 long frequented village fall8 ,behold the duteous son1 the sire decay'd1 ,the modest matron1 and the blushing maid1 ,forc'd from their homes1 a melancholy train1 ,to traverse climes beyond the western main2 #daj ,where wild ,oswego spreads her swamps around1 ,and ,niagara stuns with thundering sound8 ,even now1 perhaps1 as there some pilgrim strays ,through tangled forests1 and through dangerous ways1 ,where beasts with man divided empire claim1 #dae ,and the brown ,indian marks with murderous aim2 ,there1 while above the giddy tempest flies1 ,and all around distressful yells arise1 ,the pensive exile1 bending with his woe1 ,to stop too fearful1 and too faint to go1 #dbj ,casts a long look where ,england's glories shine1 ,and bids his bosom sympathize with mine4 ,vain1 very vain1 my weary search to find ,that bliss which only centres in the mind3 ,why have ,i stray'd from pleasure and repose1 #dbe ,to seek a good each government bestows8 ,in every government1 though terrors reign1 ,though tyrant kings or tyrant laws restrain1 ,how small1 of all that human hearts endure1 ,that part which laws or kings can cause or cure8 #dcj ,still to ourselves in every place consign'd1 ,our own felicity we make or find3 ,with secret course1 which no loud storms annoy ,glides the smooth current of domestic joy4 ,the lifted axe1 the agonizing wheel1 #dce ,luke's iron crown1 and ,damiens' bed of steel1 ,to men remote from power but rarely known1 ,leave reason1 faith1 and conscience1 all our own4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,home-,,thoughts1 ,,from ,,the ,,sea4 ,nobly1 nobly ,cape ,saint ,vincent to the north-west died away2 ,sunset ran1 one glorious blood-red1 reeking into ,cadiz ,bay2 ,bluish mid the burning water1 full in face ,trafalgar lay2 ,in the dimmest north-east distance1 dawned ,gibraltar grand and gray2 8,here and here did ,england help me--how can ,i help ,england80--say1 #e ,whoso turns as ,i1 this evening1 turn to ,god to praise and pray1 ,while ,jove's planet rises yonder1 silent over ,africa4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,patriot4 ,,an ,,old ,,story4 ,i4 ,it was roses1 roses1 all the way1 ,with myrtle mixed in my path like mad1 ,the house-roofs seemed to heave and sway1 ,the church-spires flamed1 such flags they had1 ,a year ago on this very day6 #e ,,ii4 ,the air broke into a mist with bells1 ,the old walls rocked with the crowds and cries1 ,had ,i said1 8,good folk1 mere noise repels-- ,but give me your sun from yonder skies60 ,they had answered1 8,and afterward1 what else80 #aj ,,iii4 ,alack1 it was ,i who leaped at the sun1 ,to give it my loving friends to keep4 ,nought man could do have ,i left undone1 ,and you see my harvest1 what ,i reap ,this very day1 now a year is run4 #ae ,,iv4 ,there's nobody on the house-tops now-- ,just a palsied few at the windows set-- ,for the best of the sight is1 all allow1 ,at the ,shambles' ,gate--or1 better yet1 ,by the very scaffold's foot1 ,i trow4 #bj ,v4 ,i go in the rain1 and1 more than needs1 ,a rope cuts both my wrists behind1 ,and ,i think1 by the feel1 my forehead bleeds1 ,for they fling1 whoever has a mind1 ,stones at me for my year's misdeeds4 #be ,,vi4 ,thus ,i entered1 and thus ,i go6 ,in triumphs1 people have dropped down dead2 8,thou1 paid by the world1--what dost thou owe ,me80 ,god might question3 now instead ',tis ,god shall repay6 ,i am safer so4 #cj 99 99 99 99 99 ,,love ,,among ,,the ,,ruins4 ,where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles ,miles and miles ,on the solitary pastures where our sheep ,half-asleep ,tinkle homeward through the twilight1 stray or stop #e ,as they crop-- ,was the site once of a city great and gay1 7,so they say7 ,of our country's very capital1 its prince ,ages since #aj ,held his court in1 gathered councils1 wielding far ,peace or war4 ,now--the country does not even boast a tree1 ,as you see1 ,to distinguish slopes of verdure1 certain rills #ae ,from the hills ,intersect and give a name to1 7else they run ,into one17 ,where the domed and daring palace shot its spires ,up like fires #bj ,o'er the hundred-gated circuit of a wall ,bounding all1 ,made of marble1 men might march on nor be pressed ,twelve abreast4 ,and such plenty and perfection1 see1 of grass #be ,never was6 ,such a carpet as1 this summer-time1 o'erspreads ,and embeds ,every vestige of the city1 guessed alone1 ,stock or stone-- #cj ,where a multitude of men breathed joy and woe ,long ago2 ,lust of glory pricked their hearts up1 dread of shame ,struck them tame2 ,and that glory and that shame alike1 the gold #ce ,bought and sold4 ,now1--the single little turret that remains ,on the plains1 ,by the caper overrooted1 by the gourd ,overscored1 #dj ,while the patching houseleek's head of blossom winks ,through the chinks-- ,marks the basement whence a tower in ancient time ,sprang sublime1 ,and a burning ring1 all around1 the chariots traced #de ,as they raced1 ,and the monarch and his minions and his dames ,viewed the games4 ,and ,i know1 while thus the quiet-coloured eve ,smiles to leave #ej ,to their folding1 all our many-tinkling fleece ,in such peace1 ,and the slopes and rills in undistinguished gray ,melt away-- ,that a girl with eager eyes and yellow hair #ee ,waits me there ,in the turret whence the charioteers caught soul ,for the goal1 ,when the king looked1 where she looks now1 breathless1 dumb ,till ,i come4 #fj ,but he looked upon the city1 every side1 ,far and wide1 ,all the mountains topped with temples1 all the glades' ,colonnades1 ,all the causeys1 bridges1 aqueducts1--and then1 #fe ,all the men6 ,when ,i do come she will speak not1 she will stand1 ,either hand ,on my shoulder1 give her eyes the first embrace ,of my face1 #gj ,ere we rush1 ere we extinguish sight and speech ,each on each4 ,in one year they sent a million fighters forth ,south and ,north1 ,and they built their gods a brazen pillar high #ge ,as the sky1 ,yet reserved a thousand chariots in full force-- ,gold1 of course4 ,oh heart6 oh blood that freezes1 blood that burns6 ,earth's returns #hj ,for whole centuries of folly1 noise and sin6 ,shut them in1 ,with their triumphs and their glories and the rest6 ,love is best4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,isles ,,of ,,greece4 ,i4 ,the isles of ,greece1 the isles of ,greece6 ,where burning ,sappho loved and sung1 ,where grew the arts of war and peace1-- ,where ,delos rose and ,phbus sprung6 ,eternal summer gilds them yet1 #e ,but all1 except their sun1 is set4 ,,ii4 ,the ,scian and the ,teian muse1 ,the hero's harp1 the lover's lute1 ,have found the fame your shores refuse2 ,their place of birth alone is mute #aj ,to sounds which echo further west ,than your sires' 8,islands of the ,blest40 ,,iii4 ,the mountains look on ,marathon-- ,and ,marathon looks on the sea2 ,and musing there an hour alone1 #ae ,i dream'd that ,greece might still be free2 ,for standing on the ,persians' grave1 ,i could not deem myself a slave4 ,,iv4 ,a king sate on the rocky brow ,which looks o'er sea-born ,salamis2 #bj ,and ships1 by thousands1 lay below1 ,and men in nations2--all were his6 ,he counted them at break of day-- ,and when the sun set1 where were they8 ,v4 ,and where are they8 and where art thou #be ,my country8 ,on thy voiceless shore ,the heroic lay is tuneless now-- ,the heroic bosom beats no more6 ,and must thy lyre1 so long divine1 ,degenerate into hands like mine8 #cj ,,vi4 ',tis something1 in the dearth of fame1 ,though link'd among a fetter'd race1 ,to feel at least a patriot's shame1 ,even as ,i sing1 suffuse my face2 ,for what is left the poet here8 #ce ,for ,greeks a blush--for ,greece a tear4 ,,vii4 ,must we but weep o'er days more blest8 ,must we but blush8--,our fathers bled4 ,earth6 render back from out thy breast ,a remnant of our ,spartan dead6 #dj ,of the three hundred grant but three1 ,to make a new ,thermopyl6 ,,viii4 ,what1 silent still8 and silent all8 ,ah6 no2--the voices of the dead ,sound like a distant torrent's fall1 #de ,and answer1 8,let one living head1 ,but one arise--we come1 we come60 ',tis but the living who are dumb4 ,,ix4 ,in vain--in vain2 strike other chords2 ,fill high the cup with ,samian wine6 #ej ,leave battles to the ,turkish hordes1 ,and shed the blood of ,scio's vine6 ,hark6 rising to the ignoble call-- ,how answers each bold ,bacchanal6 ,x4 ,you have the ,pyrrhic dance as yet1 #ee ,where is the ,pyrrhic phalanx gone8 ,of two such lessons why forget ,the nobler and the manlier one8 ,you have the letters ,cadmus gave-- ,think ye he meant them for a slave8 #fj ,,xi4 ,fill high the bowl with ,samian wine6 ,we will not think of themes like these6 ,it made ,anacreon's song divine3 ,he served--but served ,polycrates-- ,a tyrant2 but our masters then #fe ,were still1 at least1 our countrymen4 ,,xii4 ,the tyrant of the ,cheronese ,was freedom's best and bravest friend2 ,that tyrant was ,miltiades6 ,oh6 that the present hour would lend #gj ,another despot of the kind6 ,such chains as his were sure to bind4 ,,xiii4 ,fill high the bowl with ,samian wine6 ,on ,suli's rock1 and ,parga's shore ,exists the remnant of a line #ge ,such as the ,doric mothers bore2 ,and there1 perhaps1 some seed is sown1 ,the ,heracleidan blood might own4 ,,xiv4 ,trust not for freedom to the ,franks-- ,they have a king who buys and sells2 #hj ,in native swords1 and native ranks1 ,the only hope of courage dwells2 ,but ,turkish force1 and ,latin fraud1 ,would break your shield1 however broad4 ,,xv4 ,fill high the bowl with ,samian wine6 #he ,our virgins dance beneath the shade-- ,i see their glorious black eyes shine2 ,but gazing on each glowing maid1 ,mine own the burning tear-drop laves1 ,to think such breasts must suckle slaves4 #ij ,,xvi4 ,place me on ,sunium's marbled steep1 ,where nothing1 save the waves and ,i1 ,may hear our mutual murmurs sweep2 ,there1 swan-like1 let me sing and die3 ,a land of slaves shall ne'er be mine-- #ie ,dash down yon cup of ,samian wine6 99 99 99 99 99 8,,as ,,ships1 ,,becalmed ,,at ,,eve40 ,as ships1 becalm'd at eve1 that lay ,with canvas drooping1 side by side1 ,two towers of sail at dawn of day ,are scarce long leagues apart descried2 ,when fell the night1 upsprung the breeze1 #e ,and all the darkling hours they plied1 ,nor dreamt but each the self-same seas ,by each was cleaving1 side by side3 ,e'en so--but why the tale reveal ,of those1 whom year by year unchanged1 #aj ,brief absence join'd anew to feel1 ,astounded1 soul from soul estranged8 ,at dead of night their sails were fill'd1 ,and onward each rejoicing steer'd-- ,ah1 neither blame1 for neither will'd1 #ae ,or wist1 what first with dawn appear'd6 ,to veer1 how vain6 ,on1 onward strain1 ,brave barks6 ,in light1 in darkness too1 ,through winds and tides one compass guides ,to that1 and your own selves1 be true4 #bj ,but ,o blithe breeze6 and ,o great seas1 ,though ne'er1 that earliest parting past1 ,on your wide plain they join again1 ,together lead them home at last4 ,one port1 methought1 alike they sought1 #be ,one purpose hold where'er they fare1-- ,o bounding breeze1 ,o rushing seas6 ,at last1 at last1 unite them there4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,chambered ,,nautilus4 ,this is the ship of pearl1 which1 poets feign1 ,sails the unshadowed main1-- ,the venturous bark that flings ,on the sweet summer wind its purpled wings ,in gulfs enchanted1 where the ,siren sings1 #e ,and coral reefs lie bare1 ,where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair4 ,its webs of living gauze no more unfurl2 ,wrecked is the ship of pearl6 ,and every chambered cell1 #aj ,where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell1 ,as the frail tenant shaped his growing shell1 ,before thee lies revealed-- ,its irised ceiling rent1 its sunless crypt unsealed6 ,year after year beheld the silent toil #ae ,that spread his lustrous coil2 ,still1 as the spiral grew1 ,he left the past year's dwelling for the new1 ,stole with soft step its shining archway through1 ,built up its idle door1 #bj ,stretched in his last-found home and knew the old no more4 ,thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee1 ,child of the wandering sea1 ,cast from her lap forlorn6 ,from thy dead lips a clearer note is born #be ,than ever ,triton blew from wreathd horn6 ,while on mine ear it rings1 ,through the deep caves of thought ,i hear a voice that sings3-- ,build thee more stately mansions1 ,o my soul4 ,as the swift seasons roll6 #cj ,leave thy low-vaulted past6 ,let each new temple1 nobler than the last1 ,shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast1 ,till thou at length art free1 ,leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea6 #ce 99 99 99 99 99 ,,selections ,,for ,,memorization ,prescribed by the ,department of ,education1 in the ,province of ,ontario4 7,extract from ,circular #eh74 ,junior ,public ,school ,diploma4 ,the ,high ,school ,reader4 ,the ,knights' ,chorus1 p4 #gj2 ,the ,evening ,wind1 p4 #ic2 ,the ,return of the ,swallows1 p4 #aaa2 ,the ,eternal ,goodness1 p4 #aah2 ,sir ,galahad1 p4 #ahb2 ,on ,first ,looking into ,chapman's ,homer1 p4 #ahi2 ,a ,wood ,lyric1 p4 #aia4 ,narrative and ,lyric ,poems4 ,gray3 ,elegy1 written in a ,country ,churchyard2 ,mrs4 ,browning3 ,my ,kate2 ,tennyson3 ,morte d',arthur1 ll4 #aac-adb1 8,then spoke ,king ,arthur breathing heavily4 4 4 so flashed and fell the brand ,excalibur10 ll4 #bdj-bee1 8,the old order changeth4 4 4 about the feet of ,god40 ,senior ,public ,school ,diploma1 ,senior ,high ,school ,entrance1 and ,entrance into the ,model ,schools4 ,narrative and ,lyric ,poems4 ,home-,thoughts1 from the ,sea2 8,as ,ships1 ,becalm'd--02 ,the ,chambered ,nautilus2 8,you ,ask me1 ,why--02 ,enid's song1 8,turn1 ,fortune1 turn thy ,wheel0--four stanzas2 ,ode on the ,death of the ,duke of ,wellington1 ,parts ,,vii and ,,viii2 ,the ,traveller1 ll4 #fc-ih1 8,but where to find4 4 4 peculiar pain0 and ll4 #dbc-dch1 8,vain1 very vain4 4 4 all our own40 ,the ,merchant of ,venice4 ,act ,i1 ,sc4 #a1 ll4 #gi-ii4 ,gratiano3 ,let me play 4 4 4 their brothers fools4 ,act ,i1 ,sc4 #b1 ll4 #ac-bb4 ,portia3 ,if to do 4 4 4 the cripple4 ,act ,,ii1 ,sc4 #i1 ll4 #ba-di4 ,arragon3 ,who chooseth me 4 4 4 new-varnished4 ,act ,,iv1 ,sc4 #a1 ll4 #ahd-bjb4 ,portia3 ,the quality of mercy 4 4 4 deeds of mercy4 ,act ,v1 ,sc4 #a1 ll4 #ed-fe4 ,lorenzo3 ,how sweet 4 4 4 cannot hear it4 ,act ,v1 ,sc4 #a1 ll4 #hc-hh4 ,lorenzo3 ,the man that hath no music 4 4 4 trusted4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,notes4 ,,enoch ,,arden4 ,published in #ahfd4 #b4 ,evidently a stream comes down through the chasm and the wide mouth of the stream forms a harbour4 ,see line #fij4 #c4 ,beyond4 ,at one side of the harbour4 red roofs4 ,roofs covered with red tile4 #f4 down4 ,a bare sandy hill4 #g4 ,danish barrows4 ,burial mounds supposed to date back to the time of the ,danes4 #af4 lumber4 ,waste material2 clumsy1 useless articles4 #ag4 swarthy4 ,black or brown in colour4 #ah4 fluke4 ,the hook or wing of the anchor4 #be-f4 ,a suggestion of what is to take place later in the lives of these three4 #ch4 ,the stronger passions of youth4 #fc4 great and small4 ,old and young4 #fg4 prone4 ,sloping down precipitously4 #fh4 ,to feather4 ,the wood was denser in the hollow 7see line #ddd71 than along the upper edges of the slope4 #hd-h4 ,enoch ,arden was 8a rough sailor lad0 without education2 and ,tennyson throughout the poem tries to soften down the prosaic features of his life and to picture him as a man with nobler impulses and resolves4 #ib-ajj4 ,an effort to dress up in more attractive form the prosaic fact that ,enoch made his living by peddling fish4 #ic4 ocean-spoil4 ,fish4 #id4 ocean-smelling osier4 ,willow baskets having an odour of the sea4 #if4 market-cross4 ,in old days crosses were frequently erected in market places4 #ih4 portal-warding lion-whelp4 ,the carved figure of a lion placed over the gateway as if to guard the entrance4 #ii4 peacock-yewtree4 ,a yewtree trimmed in the form of a peacock4 ,the yewtree is an evergreen4 #ajj4 ,enoch provided the fish which were used on ,friday4 #aaj4 ,he had competition in his trade4 #abh-ca4 ,a little cloud sometimes throws the sea into shadow around you1 but away on the horizon you see a bright spot 7an isle of light7 on the water1 which shows that the sun is shining there4 ,so with ,enoch4 ,his misfortune was a shadow on his life1 but the future was bright and he knew that the little cloud would pass away4 the offing4 ,the part of the sea that lies some distance off the shore4 #aed4 ,appraised4 ,judged4 #afh4 his old sea-friend4 ,his boat4 #agb-ha4 ,analyse grammatically4 #ahd4 ,save as his ,annie's4 ,he laughed at the fears themselves1 but was grieved that she should be troubled by fears4 #ahf-g4 that mystery1 etc4 ,in prayer the divine side of man's nature comes into communion with the human sympathy of ,god's nature4 #aif4 ,nay4 ,he sees that ,annie does not like his words of seeming disparagement4 #bab-c4 ,are these prophecies fulfilled8 #bbb-f4 ,most of these phrases are taken from the ,bible4 #bce-f4 ,see lines #hib-ija4 #bdh4 chime with4 ,agree with2 to carry out his wishes4 #bec4 still4 ,always4 #bff4 who best could tell4 ,the physician4 #bhf4 passion4 ,what is the predicate8 #cbi4 garth4 ,garden4 #cdj4 conies4 ,rabbits4 #cdb4 the offence of charitable4 ,the offence of appearing to give charity4 #cgi4 whitening4 ,showing the light underside of the leaves as the children plunged through the bushes4 #chb4 tawny4 ,yellowish-brown in colour4 #dad4 fast my wife4 ,bound to me as my wife4 #dda4 dead flame4 ,the sun was no longer shining brightly on the barrow4 #dgc4 ,annoyed that their calculations as to the marriage of ,philip and ,annie had not come true4 #dic4 ,she had prayed for a sign1 but the expectation that some sign might be sent filled her with terror and she could not endure it4 #dih4 8,and she dwelt under the palm tree of ,deborah40--,judges iv41 #e4 #ejd4 ,malachi iv41 #b4 #eje-f4 ,mark xi41 #h-aj4 #eaj4 ,so4 ,if4 #ebi4 the ,biscay4 ,the ,bay of ,biscay4 #eca4 the summer of the world4 ,the tropics4 #ecb4 the ,cape4 ,the ,cape of ,good ,hope4 #ecf4 the golden isles4 ,the ,east ,indies4 #edb4 sea-circle4 ,the circle of which the horizon formed the boundary4 ,this circle was constantly changing with the progress of the vessel4 #edc4 full-busted figurehead4 ,it was the custom to have a carved figure or bust1 generally the image of the ,virgin1 at the prow of the vessel4 #eeg4 so wild that it was tame4 ,never having seen human beings1 they had not learned to fear them4 #efi4 ,fire-hollowing4 ,burning out the centre with fire4 #ega4 ,god's warning4 ,god's warning that he could not help himself1 that he could only wait for help to come4 #egb4 lawns4 ,open grassy spaces in the woods4 #egc4 glades4 ,narrower spaces than lawns4 #egi4 broad belt4 ,the torrid zone4 #ehf4 zenith4 ,the point in the heavens which is directly overhead4 #eig4 globed4 ,suggests larger and more brilliant stars4 #eih4 hollower4 ,because of the silence of the night4 #fjb-fje4 ,either the spirit of the old friends and scenes came to him1 or his spirit went out to them4 ,two ways of saying the same thing--that there came before his mind the vague images of former scenes4 many phantoms4 ,many images went to make up the day dream4 #faj4 dewy-glooming4 ,looking darker in the early morning because covered with dew4 #fae4 ,a suggestion that in some mysterious way the sound of the marriage bells of ,annie and ,philip was borne to him4 #fcc4 silent4 ,they were so far from the island that they could not hear the sound of the waterfall4 #fdj4 rage4 ,because he could not make himself understood4 #fdb4 sweet water4 ,fresh water4 #fec4 county4 ,this word was changed to 8country0 in a later edition4 #fei4 down thro' all his blood4 ,he breathed deeply of the air he loved4 #ffa4 ghostly wall4 ,the white chalk cliffs of southern ,england4 #fgj-b4 ,through both gorges there came up a mist from the sea4 ,see lines #ajb-c4 #fge4 holt4 ,woodland4 tilth4 ,tilled ground4 #fgi4 ,why does the poet represent ,enoch as returning in the thick mist rather than in the bright sunshine8 #fhh4 ,a bill of sale4 ,a notice that the house was for sale4 #fij4 pool4 ,harbour4 #fib4 timber-crost antiquity4 ,built in the old style1 with the timbers showing on the outside1--the spaces between being filled in with plaster4 #gcg4 shingle4 ,gravel4 #gic4 tranced4 ,a trance is any state in which the bodily functions are for the time suspended4 ,here ,enoch is in a half-swoon4 #gig4 burthen4 ,a refrain or chorus4 ,strictly speaking1 the word signifies the bass accompaniment or undersong4 #hja-d4 ,just as fresh water from a spring in the ocean rises through the salt water and keeps alive the mariner who drinks of it2 so prayer springing out of his resolve 7will7 never to let her know came up through the bitterness of his life and 8kept him a living soul40 #hjg4 enow4 ,enough4 #hbi4 ,the lower edges of the cloud or mist which the wind lifts4 #iaj4 8,the calling of the sea is a term used1 ,i believe1 chiefly in the western parts of ,england1 to signify a ground swell4 ,when this occurs on a windless night1 the echo of it rings through the timbers of the old houses in a haven40 7,tennyson47 ,a ground-swell is a heavy swell due to a violent gale4 ,it is often felt for some days afterwards and on shores which are far distant from the scene of the storm4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,morte ,d',,arthur4 ,published in #ahdb4 ,morte ,d',arthur 7,the ,death of ,arthur7 is a story of ,king ,arthur and ,the ,round ,table1 based on the legend entitled ,morte ,d',arthur1 which was written by ,malory1 an ,english writer of the sixteenth century4 ,king ,arthur was a mythical king of the ,britons who was supposed to have lived and reigned in the sixth century1 and to have united the ,britons against the ,saxon invaders4 ,according to legend he established a famous order of knighthood known as ,the ,order of ,the ,round ,table1 so called because of the famous round table1 presented to ,king ,arthur by a ,british king1 and capable of seating one hundred and fifty knights4 ,in the course of time the knights of the ,round ,table became corrupt and forgot their vows1 and1 led by ,modred1 the king's nephew1 a number of them rose in rebellion against the king4 ,king ,arthur with those knights who remained loyal to him1 drove the army of ,modred step by step back into ,cornwall and beyond it into the land of ,lyonnesse1 which was said to have extended from ,cornwall to the ,scilly ,isles1 but which has since been submerged by the sea4 ,here in this waste land a great battle was fought1 in which the knights on both sides were killed1 until at last only ,king ,arthur and his faithful knight ,sir ,bedivere remained4 #e4 ,in his fight with ,modred1 whom he slew1 ,king ,arthur had himself received his death wound4 #i4 chancel4 ,the part of the church set apart for the altar and the choir4 #ab4 water4 ,lake4 #ad4 ,the sequel of to-day4 ,the outcome of to-day's fight4 #ba4 ,camelot4 ,the mythical capital of ,king ,arthur's kingdom1 situated somewhere in the west of ,england4 ,malory identifies it with the city of ,winchester4 #bc4 ,merlin4 ,a magician and seer of ,king ,arthur's court4 #bg4 ,excalibur4 ,the name signifies 8cut-steel40 #ca4 samite4 ,a rich silk stuff1 interwoven with threads of gold and silver4 mystic4 ,having a secret religious significance4 #cg4 middle mere4 ,middle of the lake4 #ch4 lightly4 ,quickly1 nimbly4 #dc4 hest4 ,behest1 command4 #de4 shrine4 ,see lines #h and #i4 #df4 athwart4 ,across4 #ef4 haft4 ,handle4 #eg4 topaz4 ,a rich gem1 generally of a yellowish colour4 jacinth4 ,another form of the word 8hyacinth02 a gem of a red colour4 #eh4 subtlest jewellery4 ,most cunning workmanship4 #fj4 ,looking swiftly now on one side of the question1 now on the other4 #fc4 many-knotted water-flags4 ,the common iris1 growing in tangled confusion4 ,or 8many-knotted0 may refer to the joints in the stalk4 #gd-e4 as beseem'd thy fealty4 ,as became thy loyalty4 #hj4 lief4 ,beloved4 #hf4 chased4 ,engraved with an inlaid pattern4 #id4 ,obedience is what binds the subject to the ruler4 #ii4 empty breath4 ,idle words4 #ajb4 joust 7pronounced just74 ,a tilt-at-arms1 a tournament4 #ajd4 the lonely maiden of the ,lake4 ,a mystical being who dwelt in a wonderful cave in a rock within a lake4 ,in the story of the ,round ,table she symbolizes religion4 #aaj4 clouded with his own conceit4 ,his idea that the sword should be preserved as a relic prevented him from clearly seeing his duty4 conceit4 ,a quaint fancy4 #aba-c4 ,the dying king loses his authority because he has lost the ability to control the will of his subjects by 8the power in his eye40 #abe4 ,in whom the services of all my knights should be combined4 #abh4 giddy4 ,light1 frivolous4 #aci4 a streamer of the northern morn4 ,a trail of light from the ,aurora ,borealis 7literally 8,the ,northern ,dawn074 #adj4 the moving isles of winter4 ,icebergs4 #agj4 ,as in a picture4 ,with no change in the expression4 #aga4 ,remorsefully4 ,with pity4 #agg4 nightmare4 ,a dream accompanied by a sensation of stifling4 ,mare is derived from a verb meaning to crush1 to bruise4 #ahb4 ,clothed with his breath4 ,enveloped in the vapour from his breath which condensed and congealed4 #ahe4 ,his own thought4 ,his remorse for having deceived the king4 #ahf4 ,dry clashed his harness4 ,the echo of the sound of his armour was harsh4 #aic4 hove4 ,past tense of heave1 to rise4 ,a vessel heaves in sight when it rises over the horizon4 #aid4 scarf4 ,drapery4 #aig4 ,black-stoled4 ,with long black robes reaching to the feet4 like a dream4 ,the scene had an appearance of unreality4 #aih4 ,three ,queens4 ,malory speaks of the three ,queens as being ,king ,arthur's sister1 ,morgan le ,fay2 the ,queen of ,northgales 7,wales72 and the ,lady of the ,lake4 ,on the symbolic side1 however1 they represent ,faith1 ,hope and ,charity4 #aii4 that shivered to the tingling stars4 ,so shrill that even the stars tingled at the sound4 #bjg4 she4 ,charity4 #bji4 casque4 ,helmet4 #bac-d4 ,the waning moon which looks pale in the bright morning sunshine4 #bae-f4 greaves and cuisses4 ,armour for the shins and thighs4 dash'd with drops of onset4 ,splash'd with stains of the battle4 #bah4 das-throne4 ,the das was the raised part of the hall2 a platform4 #bbb4 in rest4 ,on the right side of the coat of mail was a projection to support the lance when not in use4 #bbd4 lists4 ,the enclosed ground in which the combats took place4 #bcj4 a noble chance4 ,a chance to do some noble deed4 #bcb-c4 ,the star that led the ,wise ,men to ,bethlehem4 7,see ,matthew ii41 #g-aa47 #bdj4 ,if old customs and institutions are changing it is only because new and better ones are taking their place4 #bda-b4 ,it is in accordance with ,god's purpose and his nature that the world should grow better4 ,changes are necessary1 since even a good custom will at length degenerate and become corrupt4 #bdc4 what comfort is in me8 ,i cannot comfort you4 #bea4 a blind life4 ,a life without the power of reason4 #bee4 gold chains4 ,there existed an old fancy that the earth was suspended from ,heaven by a golden chain4 ,here1 each prayer is a chain binding earth to ,heaven4 #bei4 ,avilion4 ,a mythical island in the western ocean1 in ,celtic legend the abode of the blessed after death4 #bfc4 crown'd with summer sea4 ,surrounded by the sea1 as the head is encircled by a crown4 #bfg4 ,the belief existed that the swan sang sweetly before her death4 #bfh4 ,ruffles4 ,spreads out her feathers4 #bfi4 swarthy web4 ,dark webbed feet4 #bga4 ,note that even when the barge bearing ,king ,arthur1 who represented 8the old order0 of things1 was disappearing1 a new day1 with a new order of things1 was already dawning4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,prisoner ,,of ,,chillon4 ,the story of ,the ,prisoner of ,chillon is founded on certain events in the life of ,francis ,bonnivard1 a ,swiss patriot1 who was imprisoned in the ,fortress of ,chillon for six years4 ,bonnivard was born in #adif4 ,he belonged to a noble family1 and inherited a rich priory near ,geneva4 ,when the republic was attacked in #aeai by ,charles ,,iii ,duke of ,savoy1 ,bonnivard came to its defence4 ,after many adventures he was taken prisoner by the ,duke in #aecj1 and consigned to the dungeon of ,chillon4 ,he was liberated in #aecf when the castle fell into the hands of the ,swiss patriots4 ,from this time until his death in #aega he was prominent in the affairs of the republic4 ,byron wrote this poem in #ahaf1 a few days after visiting ,chillon4 ,at that time he was not familiar with the true facts in the life of ,bonnivard and his story contains numerous details which have no foundation in reality4 ,the castle of ,chillon is situated on a rock in ,lake ,geneva1 and is connected with the mainland by a bridge4 ,it was built in #abah1 and served both as a fortress and a prison4 #aa4 ,bonnivard was imprisoned for political reasons1 not on account of his religion4 #ad4 tenets4 ,beliefs4 #be4 ,not historically true4 ,francis ,bonnivard was the only one of his family who was imprisoned in ,chillon4 #bg4 seven pillars4 ,in reality there are eight1 one of which is partly built into the wall4 ,gothic4 ,a style of architecture introduced during the ,middle ,ages4 ,among other characteristics it was marked by high pointed windows and clustered pillars4 #ce4 a marsh's meteor lamp4 ,the ,will o' the ,wisp1--luminous gases rising from the marsh4 #ch4 cankering4 ,corroding4 #eb4 ,but4 ,except4 livid4 ,leaden coloured2 literally1 black and blue4 #eg4 the pure elements of earth4 ,such as pure water and sunlight4 #hd4 sleepless summer4 ,with no night to mark the hours for sleep4 #he4 ,the light shining on the snow is personified as the child of the sun1 clad in white4 #ie4 had stood4 ,past subjunctive4 #aje4 a gulf4 ,an abyss4 #ajg4 ,lake ,leman4 ,the ,roman name for ,lake ,geneva4 #ajh4 ,the greatest depth of the lake is #ajef ft4 #aab4 enthrals4 ,encompasses2 holds captive4 #aba4 wanton4 ,literally1 without restraint2 hence1 playful4 #aca4 had little care4 ,did not mind it4 #ach4 these4 ,the water and the bread4 #ada4 had grown cold4 ,past subjunctive4 #adh4 gnash4 ,literally1 to strike or grind together4 ,does ,byron mean this8 #aec4 corse4 ,corpse2 a poetical form of the word4 #agb-c4 ,he had shown thus far a high spirit1 whether natural to him1 or something seemingly inspired4 #aha4 ,the face swollen and working convulsively in the struggle for life4 #bjh4 admonished4 ,reproved4 ,the knowledge that it was hopeless did not prevent his fear4 #bad4 dungeon-dew4 ,the dampness of the dungeon4 #bcj4 a selfish death4 ,suicide4 #bcg4 scarce conscious what ,i wist4 ,scarcely conscious of what ,i knew4 ,conscious is an appositive1 not a predicate adjective4 ,the line following is the completion of was4 wist4 ,see ,high ,school ,grammar1 page #agf4 #bch4 ,quite shut off from everything else4 #bdc4 ,he saw nothing4 ,vacancy absorbed all space4 #bdd4 fixedness1 without a place4 ,his attention was not fixed on any definite thing2 but yet his mind stood still1 was inactive4 #bdg-h4 ,his breath was almost motionless4 ,he seemed to have no life1 yet was not dead4 #bdi-ej4 ,he compares his mind in this state of trance to a stagnant sea1 without light1 limit1 sound or movement4 #bef4 ,ran over4 ,shed tears4 #beg-h4 ,because filled with tears4 #bha4 thine4 ,thy captivity4 #bhd4 ,distinguish visitant and visitor4 #cag4 fell blind4 ,became suddenly blind4 #cbg4 had made4 ,past subjunctive4 #ccj4 the mountains4 ,the ,alps4 #cce4 wide long lake4 ,lake ,geneva is about forty-five miles long and its greatest width is about nine miles4 #ccf4 ,rhone4 ,where it enters ,lake ,geneva4 #cci4 town4 ,vevay or ,villeneuve1 about six miles distant4 #cda4 a little isle4 ,byron in a note speaks of this small island as between the entrances of the ,rhone and the ,villeneuve4 #ced4 ,methought4 ,see ,high ,school ,grammar1 page #bgb4 #cfd4 too much oppressed4 ,by the brightness of the world outside at which he had been looking4 #cfh4 no hope my eyes to raise4 ,no hope1 which would make me raise my eyes4 #cfi4 their dreary mote4 ,their dulness4 ,a mote is a particle of dust4 #cgh4 a hermitage4 ,a hermit's cave or cell2 a retreat4 #chb4 sullen4 ,gloomy4 #cij4 communion4 ,association with our surroundings4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,elegy1 ,,written ,,in ,a ,,country ,,churchyard4 ,first published in #agea4 ,an ,elegy is a poem or song expressing the writer's feelings of sorrow or mourning4 ,the churchyard referred to in the poem is that of ,stoke ,pogis in ,buckinghamshire1 where ,gray's mother lived during the latter part of her life4 ,gray is buried in this churchyard4 #i4 yonder ivy-mantled tower4 ,the tower of the village church at ,stoke ,poges4 #ac4 that yew-tree's shade4 ,it has been suggested that this should read1 8that yew-trees shade10 because the yew is not a large tree4 ,in that case the meaning would be 8those rugged elms that shade the yew-trees of the churchyard40 #af4 rude4 ,lacking refinement1 unpolished4 #ag4 incense-breathing4 ,breathing fragrance4 #bf4 glebe4 ,sod1 turf4 #bi4 ,ambition4 ,ambitious people4 ,such personification is frequent throughout the poem4 #cc4 ,the boast of heraldry4 ,the pride of lineage or family descent4 ,heraldry was the science that dealt with armorial bearings2 and a family who were versed in heraldry and knew the meaning and history of their coat-of-arms might be in a position to boast of their lineage4 #ch4 trophies4 ,memorials to commemorate their great deeds4 #ci4 fretted vault4 ,the arched ceiling ornamented with fretwork4 #da4 storied urn4 ,a vessel containing the ashes of the dead1 and inscribed with a record of his virtues4 animated bust4 ,a life-like image4 #dc4 provoke4 ,call forth4 #da-dd4 ,what is the use of such trophies8 they cannot bring the dead back to life1 and neither honour nor flattery can appeal to those who are dead4 #df4 pregnant with celestial fire4 ,filled with the poetic spirit4 #dh4 the living lyre4 ,the musical instrument seeming almost as if it had life4 #ea4 ,their poetic fervour 7rage7 was repressed by poverty4 #eb4 the genial current of their soul4 ,the flow of their finer feelings and emotions4 #eh4 ,the little tyrant of his fields4 ,the landowner who attempted to tyrannize over him4 #fj4 guiltless of his country's blood4 ,the general opinion held of ,cromwell in the eighteenth century was that he was a cruel tyrant who was 8guilty of his country's blood40 ,the village ,cromwell is guiltless because he has had no opportunity to act the part of a real ,cromwell4 #fa4 senates4 ,assemblies4 #fd4 ,in the gratitude of the nation they saw the results of their own efforts4 #fe-gb4 ,if their humble lot prevented the development of their best qualities1 it also limited their opportunity for doing wrong4 ,it prevented them from becoming tyrannical1 from telling what is false1 from having to conceal their feelings of shame1 and from accepting the flattery which poets too often bestow upon their proud and wealthy patrons4 #gj4 ingenuous4 ,without artifice1 frank1 open-hearted4 #gc4 ,this line is adjectival to the pronoun they implied in their4 madding4 ,maddening1 distracting4 #gf4 tenour4 ,course4 #gh4 still4 ,always1 in all cases4 #ha4 unlettered4 ,uneducated4 #hg4 the warm precincts of the cheerful day4 ,the warm bright earth4 precincts4 ,limits1 boundaries4 #hh4 nor cast4 ,without casting4 #ij4 pious drops4 ,tears which are due to the dying 7,lat4 pius1 dutiful74 ,it soothes the dying to know that some-one is weeping for their loss4 #ia4 ,even the dead seem to cry out for remembrance4 #ic4 thee4 ,the poet is addressing himself4 #id4 artless4 ,simple1 without deceit4 #ig4 ,haply4 ,perhaps4 ,swain4 ,country man1 rustic4 #aje4 smiling4 ,modifies he1 l4 #ajf4 #ajh4 ,or 4 4 or4 ,either 4 4 or1 a poetical form4 #abc4 ,science4 ,knowledge1 in the wide sense of the word4 #abf-h4 ,his merits and his weaknesses are both alike left in the hands of ,god4 dread abode4 ,explained by the last line1 which is in apposition4 trembling4 ,with fear or anxiety4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,my ,,kate4 #b-c4 ,these women having nothing but their beauty to commend them are forgotten in the long course of life4 sunshine and snow4 ,with complexion rosy and white4 ,notice how this metaphor is continued through lines #c and #d4 #ab4 ,her face was so expressive that it conveyed almost as much as words4 #ah4 infer4 ,judge1 conclude4 #bc4 as4 ,and in the same way4 #bf4 in thrall4 ,under her spell4 #bg4 that was all4 ,this was a great deal1 but worldly people might not think it much4 #bi4 8,and when she had passed it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music40--,evangeline4 #ca4 ribald4 ,coarse in speech and action4 #cc4 see what you have6 ,see the result6 99 99 99 99 99 ,,rosabelle4 ,the ballad of ,rosabelle is taken from ,the ,lay of the ,last ,minstrel4 ,it is sung at a wedding feast by the bard of the ,st4 ,clairs1 to whom belonged the castle of ,roslin mentioned in the story4 #a4 ,the words of the bard in addressing the ladies at the wedding feast4 #e4 ,note the directness with which the story begins4 ,the reader is left to supply his own details as to the speaker and the circumstances4 #f4 ladye4 ,lady1 a poetical form4 #g4 ,ravensheuch4 ,literally1 ,raven's ,crag4 ,a strong castle now in ruins1 situated on the ,firth of ,forth4 ,it was for a long time occupied by the barons of ,roslin4 #h4 ,firth4 ,the wide mouth of a river into which the tide enters4 #aj4 inch4 ,island4 sea-mews4 ,seagulls4 #aa4 ,water-sprite4 ,water-spirit4 #ah4 ,roslin4 ,a castle and chapel on the ,firth of ,forth4 #ba4 the ring4 ,as a test of skill the knights1 when riding at full speed1 attempted to carry off on the end of the lance a ring suspended from a beam4 #be4 ,roslin ,chapel was said to appear on fire previous to the death of one of the family of ,st4 ,clair4 #ca-b4 ,dryden and ,hawthornden are places in the neighbourhood of ,roslin4 #cf4 panoply4 ,a full suit of armour4 #ch4 ,deep sacristy4 ,the vestry1 said to be deep because it extended far back4 altar's pale4 ,the space enclosed by the altar railing4 #ci4 foliage-bound4 ,carved with leaves and flowers4 #da4 pinnet4 ,pinnacle4 #db4 8,among the profuse carvings on the pillars and buttresses1 the rose is frequently introduced1 in allusion to the name 7,roslin71 with which1 however1 the flower has no connection40 7,scott47 #dd4 ,st4 ,clair4 ,the ,st4 ,clairs were a noble family who ruled over the earldom of ,orkney and who held1 besides1 possessions in the ,lowlands4 #ej4 ,in allusion to the ,roman ,catholic burial service4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,lochinvar4 ,this song is taken from ,marmion4 #bj4 ,he means to say that although he was once in love with the fair ,ellen1 he is so no longer4 ,love comes very quickly but goes away just as quickly4 the ,solway4 ,solway ,firth1 an arm of the sea1 on the south-west coast of ,scotland4 #cb4 galliard4 ,a lively dance4 #ci4 croupe4 ,the place on the horse's back1 behind the saddle4 #da4 scaur4 ,a precipitous bank or rock4 #db4 ,they'll have fleet steeds that follow4 ,they that succeed in following us will have to have fleet steeds4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,to ,a ,,skylark4 ,written and published in #ahbj4 ,the skylark is a ,european bird1 and is not found in ,america4 ,it makes its nest on the ground but rises high in the air1 sometimes beyond the point of vision1 to sing4 ,the ,canadian ,horned ,lark1 which is common in our fields in early spring1 sometimes also sings high in the air above its nest4 #ab4 sunken sun4 ,the sun is still below the horizon4 #ae4 unbodied joy4 ,the lark is so high in the air that it no longer appears to him as a bird2 but hearing its song he thinks of it only as an ethereal source of joy4 #bb-be4 ,the rays of light from the morning star are so keen that even when it has almost vanished in the light of the clear dawn we feel that the star is there4 ,so even after the bird has vanished from sight1 we know from the 8arrows0 of song that it is there4 #cf-g4 ,he represents the poet as absorbed in his own bright fancies1 and in this way hidden from the rest of the world4 #dg4 a dell of dew4 ,a little dewy valley or hollow4 #di4 aerial hue4 ,literally1 the colour of the air4 ,the glowworm of ,britain is said to emit a bluish light4 #ee4 heavy-wingd thieves4 ,the winds made heavy by the perfume4 #ef4 vernal4 ,belonging to the ,spring4 #eg4 twinkling4 ,sparkling with the rain upon it4 #fa4 sprite4 ,spirit4 #ff4 ,chorus hymeneal4 ,a marriage song4 ,hymen was the ,god of marriage4 #gg4 ,languor4 ,a feeling of weakness or exhaustion4 #hj4 sad satiety4 ,just as one may become satiated with an excess of sweet things1 so the poet speaks of even ,love1 when enjoyed to the full1 as bringing with it a feeling of sadness4 #hb-e4 ,death is always bringing sorrow into our lives1 so that under its shadow we can never be quite happy4 ,but perhaps the skylark knows more about what ,death really is1 and sees that it is a good thing4 #ia-e4 ,but even if we had no sadness of any kind in our lives1 we could not feel as keen a joy as the song of the skylark expresses4 #ajc4 harmonious madness4 ,his rapture would find expression in an ecstasy of song4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,enid4 ,first published in #ahei4 ,when the ,idylls of the ,king appeared in their final form1 in #ahhh1 the story of ,enid was divided into two parts1 the first part being entitled ,the ,marriage of ,geraint1 the second1 ,geraint and ,enid4 ,the poem here given includes only the part of ,enid which is now known as ,the ,marriage of ,geraint4 ,tennyson's story of ,enid is based upon the prose version of the story1 as it appears in the ,mabinogion1 a famous collection of ,welsh fairy stories and legends4 ,before beginning the study of the poem read the introductory note to ,morte ,d',arthur4 #bd-e4 ,the ,queen1 ,guinevere1 was the daughter of ,leodogran1 a tributary king4 ,when ,leodogran had given his consent to the marriage of his daughter ,guinevere to ,arthur1 the king sent ,lancelot1 his truest and bravest knight1 to bring ,guinevere to the court4 ,guinevere1 not having yet seen the king1 fell in love with ,lancelot1 and her love was returned4 ,this secret love was continued1 and under its influence1 little by little1 the ideals of the knights were lowered4 ,the incidents in the story of ,enid are supposed to have taken place shortly after the marriage of ,arthur and ,guinevere4 #ce4 caitiff4 ,base1 mean4 #ci4 common sewer4 ,this territory in which the bandits and caitiff knights were gathered is compared to a public drain or sewer which carries off the impurities of the city4 #da4 marches4 ,border country1 frontiers4 #de4 ,severn4 ,a river of ,england and ,wales1 flowing south-west into ,bristol ,channel4 #dh4 compass'd her with sweet observances4 ,surrounded her with tokens of his regard4 #fj4 uxoriousness4 ,fondness for his wife4 #gh4 ,if the current were less strong the water would break in striking against the stone4 #hf4 all-puissant4 ,all powerful4 #ic4 liefer4 ,more gladly4 #ajj4 high4 ,bright4 #ade4 ,whitsuntide4 ,a ,church festival which falls on the seventh ,sunday after ,easter4 #adf4 ,caerleon upon ,usk4 ,a town in ,monmouth4 ,the ,usk is a tributary of the ,severn4 #adh4 ,dean4 ,a tract of country west of the ,severn4 #agb4 glancing4 ,shining4 #ahc4 break covert4 ,come out into the open4 #ahi4 vizor4 ,that part of the helmet which covers the face4 #baj4 abolish4 ,destroy4 ,generally used of institutions1 customs1 etc4 #bac4 ,wroth to be wroth4 ,angry with himself for being angry4 #bag4 earths4 ,holes in the earth4 #bbj4 for pledge4 ,which may be had if security is given for their return4 #bbc4 ,so that4 ,provided that4 #bce4 at the vile occasion4 ,because the cause of this delay was so contemptible4 #bfj4 ,the ,sparrow-hawk4 ,a term of contempt4 ,the sparrow-hawk is despised as a bird of prey2 but it was the emblem of the knight whom ,geraint was pursuing4 #bfa4 an ancient churl4 ,an old peasant4 #bfb4 sloping beam4 ,the slanting rays of the sun4 #bgc4 sudden spleen4 ,a burst of anger4 #bgd4 pips4 ,diseases4 ,a disease of fowls4 #bge4 ,tits4 ,the titmouse1 or tomtit1 a small bird4 #bif4 frayed4 ,worn by rubbing4 #cai4 wilding4 ,wild2 a poetical form4 #cbe4 beneath4 ,near the ground4 aloft4 ,higher up on the wall4 #ccg4 ,when it first returns to ,britain in the spring4 #cdf4 ,fortune and her wheel4 ,the wheel1 which ,fortune is represented as turning1 denotes instability4 ,the substance of the song is that the singer is indifferent to ,fortune and will be content whatever she may bring4 #ced4 ,even if fortune seems against us1 yet we will smile1 for we are still able to use our hands to work4 #cfc4 dim brocade4 ,faded silk1 woven with gold and silver thread or with ornamental designs4 #cfd4 vermeil-white4 ,reddish-white4 #cfh4 rood4 ,cross4 #chf4 costrel4 ,a wooden or earthenware bottle4 #chi4 manchet4 ,fine white bread4 #cif4 trencher4 ,a large wooden plate4 #dcb4 ,camelot4 ,see ,morte ,d',arthur line #ba1 and note4 #dch4 who see but acts of wrong4 ,the ,earl means to say that in this little village they saw no good deeds4 ,they themselves had suffered from wrong-doing4 #dia4 toppling over all antagonism4 ,overcoming all opponents4 #dif4 lay lance in rest4 ,see ,morte ,d',arthur1 line #bbb1 and note4 #ejb4 when at mine uttermost4 ,in direst need4 #eac4 prove her heart4 ,test her feelings4 #eai4 kept her off4 ,held her at arm's length so that she could see ,enid's face4 #ece4 ,to quicken to the sun4 ,to become alive under the influence of the sun4 #ecg4 jousts4 ,see ,morte ,d',arthur1 line #ajb1 and note4 #edb4 beyond the rest4 ,more strongly than the rest4 #edc4 ,the chair of ,idris4 ,cader ,idris1 the highest mountain in ,wales4 #edg4 lists4 ,the enclosed ground where tournaments were held4 #eei4 ,yule4 ,christmas4 #eff4 as of phantom hands4 ,the sound of the echo4 #efh4 ,the dew of their great labour4 ,their perspiration4 #eie-f4 ,see introductory note to ,morte ,d',arthur4 #fda4 sold and sold4 ,sold one after another4 #ffa4 turkis4 ,turquoise4 ,a garnet is red2 a turquoise1 blue4 #ffc4 tissue4 ,woven cloth4 #fgb4 mixen4 ,dunghill4 #gaj4 seneschal4 ,chief steward1 who superintends the feasts and ceremonies4 #gbd4 ragged-robin4 ,a ,british wild flower4 #gcj-a4 ,esther4 ii41 #b-ag4 #gdc4 ,gwydion4 ,in one of the legends of ,welsh mythology1 ,gwydion1 the nephew of the king1 helps his uncle1 ,math1 to create a beautiful maiden by magic 7glamour7 out of flowers in order to provide a wife for the young prince ,llew4 #gdd-e4 the ,bride of ,cassivelaun1 ,flur4 ,cassivelaun was king of ,britain at the time of ,csar's second invasion 7#ed ,b4,c474 ,the poem suggests that ,csar was in love with ,flur1 the betrothed bride of ,cassivelaun4 #gfd4 flaws4 ,a flaw is a sudden burst of wind4 #ggd4 careful robins4 ,watching to see whether there are worms for food in the ground that is delved4 #gig-hjd4 ,geraint suspected that ,enid had allowed herself to be influenced by her mother's wishes1 or that she had been carried away by his brightness in contrast with the dimness of her own surroundings4 #haj-a4 ,dearer because she was resuming a splendour to which she had formerly been accustomed1 but which she had been forced to give up for a time4 #hch4 ,dubric4 ,the ,archbishop4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,ode ,,on ,,the ,,death ,,of ,,the ,,duke ,,of ,,wellington4 ,published on the morning of ,november #ahth1 #aheb1 the day of the funeral of the ,duke of ,wellington4 #i4 ,the ,duke is buried in ,st4 ,paul's cathedral1 which stands in the busiest part of ,london4 #bc4 state-oracle4 ,the wise adviser of the nation4 #cf4 ,the ,duke's words were taken as an indication of the probable course of events in the future4 #db4 ,world-victor's victor4 ,victor over ,napoleon1 who was the ,world victor4 #di4 cross of gold4 ,st4 ,paul's cathedral is surmounted by a golden cross4 #ef4 its blazon'd deeds4 ,the record of his victories engraved on the funeral car4 #ge-i4 ,he calls upon the poets who celebrate the virtues of the ,british people to continue to give due honour to the ,duke4 ,in lines #gg-i the figure is that of broad avenues leading up to a great hall or castle4 civic muse4 ,the muse 7spirit of poetry7 presiding over public affairs4 #hj-b4 ,nelson is also buried in ,st4 ,paul's4 ,in these lines he is represented as speaking4 #ii4 ,assaye4 ,a village in ,hindostan4 ,here in #ahjc ,wellington 7then ,arthur ,wellesley7 with only #e1jjj men defeated an army of over #cj1jjj ,mahrattas4 #ajd-e4 ,referring to the lines of ,torres ,vedras1 which were constructed by ,wellington as defences in the ,peninsular war1 during the years #ahaj-aa4 #aab4 ,after the battle of ,vittoria in #ahac1 the ,french armies crossed the ,pyrenees and withdrew from ,spain4 her eagles4 ,napoleon took the eagle as his standard4 #aai4 ,refers to the renewal of the war after the escape of ,napoleon from ,elba4 ravening4 ,rapacious1 devouring ravenously4 #abc4 that loud ,sabbath4 ,the battle of ,waterloo was fought on ,sunday1 ,june #ah1 #ahae4 #abi4 ,the sun is said to have shone through the breaking clouds just as the ,allies made their final charge against the ,french4 #acf4 silver-coasted4 ,referring to the white chalk cliffs of southern ,england4 #acg4 the ,baltic and the ,nile4 ,the battle of the ,baltic was fought at ,copenhagen in #ahja4 ,the battle of the ,nile was fought in ,aboukir ,bay in #agih4 #ade4 ,the real proof of a man's fame is seen in the fact that a nation continues to honour him and echo his praises from century to century4 #aeb4 ,during the few years preceding the publication of this poem1 revolutions had taken place in several countries of ,europe4 #aee4 ,saxon4 ,changed to 8,briton0 in a later edition4 #afj-a4 the eye1 the soul of ,europe4 ,he speaks of ,england as the country that not only sees what is best but is most anxious for true progress4 #afb4 the one true seed of freedom4 ,british freedom representing the only true freedom of ,europe4 #afh4 ,note the figure of speech4 #agj4 wink4 ,close the eyes4 #agi-hj4 ,he never did wrong for the sake of some immediate advantage1 nor trifled with what is right1 for the sake of gaining power4 #ahb4 ,people of either high or low rank who were given to talking idly4 #ahd4 hewn from life4 ,growing out of his experience4 #ahh4 our ,england's ,alfred4 ,king ,alfred the ,great4 #aif4 stars4 ,marks of distinction4 #aig4 ,the ,goddess of ,fortune is represented as carrying a cornucopia 7horn of plenty74 #bjb4 was4 8,turned out to be40 #bjf-h4 ,he shall find that in facing hard and disagreeable duties his reward will be greater than that which comes from a life of selfish ease4 #bae-h4 ,he shall find that though the performance of difficult tasks sometimes threatens to overwhelm him1 yet in the end it will bring with it the peace and happiness of a character which has the approbation of ,god himself4 ,in line #bae the conjunction that is omitted4 #bcf4 ,for one4 ,on account of the death of one4 #bdb4 ,more than is of man's degree4 ,spiritual presences4 #bej4 fane4 ,temple4 #beb-c4 ,note the metaphor4 ,the poet suggests that music appeals to our higher nature1--to what is spiritual and hence eternal in man4 #bei4 ,giant ,ages4 ,in ,greek mythology the ,giants were a race of fabulous monsters who made war on ,zeus4 ,they were subdued1 and great mountains were piled on top of them1 beneath which they still struggle4 ,tennyson here personifies the long ages of time as giants shaking the hills and breaking the shore4 #bgd4 ,being here4 ,while he was here4 #bge4 ,something4 ,an adverb1 as here used4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,day ,,dream4 ,in ,the ,day ,dream ,tennyson has elaborated in poetical form a series of scenes from the well-known fairy tale of ,the ,sleeping ,beauty or ,briar ,rose4 ,in the fairy story1 ,briar ,rose is a beautiful princess who was fated to fall asleep in her fifteenth year and remain sleeping for a hundred years4 ,when the princess is overtaken by her long sleep1 everything in the castle falls under the same spell4 ,an impenetrable hedge of briars grows up about the castle grounds1 and all who strive to force an entrance perish in the attempt4 ,at length1 when the hundred years have passed1 comes a splendid prince1 who hears from an old man the story of the mysterious castle and the sleeping princess4 ,when he reaches the hedge he passes easily through1 for the briars have turned to flowers4 ,at the very moment when he finds the princess1 the hundred years are completed1 and as he kisses her she opens her eyes once more4 ,when the princess wakes1 the whole castle revives1 and life goes on again as it did a hundred years before4 ,the story ends with the marriage of ,briar ,rose and the prince4 ,the fairy tale in its original form was probably suggested by the changing seasons4 ,in ,winter the earth1 the fairy princess1 begins her long sleep4 ,in the ,springtime comes the sun1 the fairy prince1 and at the touch of his kiss the earth awakes to new life and beauty4 ,from the poem as here given1 ,the ,prologue1 ,l',envoi and ,the ,epilogue are omitted4 ,in ,the ,prologue the poet tells his companion1 ,lady ,flora1 that the sight of her beauty as she lay asleep had called to his mind an image of ,the ,sleeping ,beauty1 and that in his 8day dream0 he had recalled the old legend4 ,and so as she works at her embroidery he bids her listen to the story4 ,l',envoi and ,the ,epilogue1 written also in a light and fanciful vein1 contain the poet's comments on the story4 #a4 blade and sheaf4 ,spring and ,autumn1 seed time and harvest4 #c4 ,here4 ,in the ,sleeping ,palace1 in contrast with the outside world4 #i4 range4 ,rows4 #aj4 terrace-lawn4 ,the sloping lawn built up in the form of terraces4 #aa-b4 ,the fountain is not flowing1 but the water has withdrawn1 or drawn back1 to the garden lake from which it used to flow4 #ac4 droops4 ,the predicate also for the fires1 peacock and parrot4 #ae4 laurel bower4 ,his retreat among the laurel bushes 7evergreens74 #af4 wires4 ,cage4 #ah4 these1 those4 ,both the eggs and the birds4 #bb-c4 ,the real things in and around the ,sleeping ,palace seem more like a picture than even the portraits on the walls4 #cd4 ,oriel4 ,an ornamental projecting window4 #dj4 ,judging from his appearance and his surroundings4 #dc4 woodbine4 ,any climbing plant such as clematis or honeysuckle1 which binds1 or twines around1 the wood4 #ej4 ,for these sleeping people4 #ea-b4 ,when they wake to think once more1 they will learn new things and will see things in a truer light and will be moved to act accordingly4 ,,the ,,sleeping ,,beauty4 #fa4 tranced4 ,see ,enoch ,arden1 line #gic1 and note4 #ga-b4 ,her beauty never changes1 and the silent chamber seems to be filled with love1 and the day seems to be brighter because of her beauty4 #gf4 charmed4 ,under a spell4 ,,the ,,arrival4 #ha-d4 ,it seems as if when precious things have remained long hidden1 they come forth of their own accord to greet those who seek them2 for when ,fate has decreed that some hidden work shall be revealed1 ,love follows up the decree and makes the discovery4 in sequel4 ,following4 #hf4 on the rocks4 ,against the dull rocks4 #ij4 to pass4 ,to penetrate the hedge4 #ia4 close4 ,enclosure1 applied here to the hedge4 #ib4 blanching4 ,whitening4 #aja-d4 ,during all his past life a magic voice seemed to whisper to him that he would be fortunate4 #ajf-g4 ,the ,magic ,music4 ,the sound of his heartbeats is spoken of as music which helped to tell him1 as if by magic1 that he was near the sleeping princess4 ,,the ,,revival4 #abi4 these4 ,these noises4 #acg4 ,pardy4 ,fr4 par-dieu1 a form of oath4 #add4 put the question by4 ,did not reply to the king's question4 ,he had forgotten what the bill was about4 ,,the ,,departure4 #adh4 ,the world of love which was new to them but which was old to others4 #aef4 this and this4 ,he kisses her again4 #aeg4 sliding4 ,softly moving4 #aei4 ,the light of dawn streamed through the openings in the clouds4 ,stream'd is a participle modifying twilight4 #afe-f4 ,evening is approaching4 ,the lines of flowing clouds1 rosy in the light of sunset1 are compared to waves upon which the crescent moon is floating like a boat upon the sea4 #afg4 rapt4 ,carried along1 moved forward4 ,,moral4 #agg-hd4 ,a thing that is beautiful in itself1 as this story is1 needs no moral4 8,beauty is its own excuse for being40 #ahe-ib4 ,in all things in ,nature we can find a meaning if we choose4 ,so with this story1 as with other forms of art1 it is possible to read into it different meanings4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,you ,,ask ,,me1 ,,why1 ,,tho' ,,ill ,,at ,,ease4 #b-d4 ,england1 whose misty climate depresses the spirits and makes men long for the warmth and colour of the ,south4 #f4 sober-suited4 ,not showy4 #aj4 of just and old renown4 ,england has long been renowned for her free institutions1 and justly so4 #aa-b4 ,british freedom has been gained gradually1 each new step growing out of events that have gone before4 ,the ,magna ,charta1 for example1 was a precedent for the ,petition of ,right4 #ac4 ,those who seek to create dissension seldom succeed in bringing about an actual struggle4 #ae4 ,a diffusive thought is one which readily spreads or circulates from mind to mind4 #af4 ,hath time and space4 ,because ,great ,britain in itself is a small country4 #ag-bf4 ,if the time should ever come when any body of men should band themselves together to persecute those who do not agree with them1 and when a man may not 8speak the thing he will10 then1 no matter how powerful or wealthy ,britain may become1 ,i will leave this country4 #bc-d4 ,note the metaphor in these two lines4 ,though the country should be overflowing with wealth from all its various sources--its mines1 its fisheries1 etc4 #bh4 ,read line #d4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,traveller4 ,published in #agfd4 ,goldsmith dedicated ,the ,traveller to his brother ,henry1 who was a country curate in ,lissoy1 a village in ,ireland4 ,the substance of the poem is briefly summed up by ,macaulay as follows3-- 8,no philosophical poem1 ancient or modern1 has a plan so noble and at the same time so simple4 ,an ,english wanderer1 seated on a crag among the ,alps1 near the point where three great countries meet1 looks down on the boundless prospect1 reviews his long pilgrimage1 recalls the variety of scenery1 of climate1 of government1 of religion1 of national character1 which he has observed1 and comes to the conclusion1 just or unjust1 that our happiness depends little on political institutions1 and much on the temper and regulation of the mind40 #a4 ,remote1 etc4 ,these adjectives modify ,i in line #g4 slow4 ,wandering slowly because heavy of heart4 #b4 ,scheldt4 ,a river flowing into the ,north ,sea4 lazy4 ,having a slow current4 ,po4 ,a river in northern ,italy4 wandering4 ,winding4 #c4 ,carinthian4 ,carinthia is a province of ,austria4 #d4 ,campania4 ,the ,campagna--a plain adjacent to the city of ,rome4 #h4 ,my heart untravell'd4 ,his affections are still with his early home4 #aa4 crown4 ,subjunctive mood1 expressing a wish4 friend4 ,his brother4 #ae4 where want and pain repair4 7,personification47 ,to which the needy and the troubled go 7repair7 for help4 #bc4 me4 ,object of leads4 #bg-h4 ,these two lines explain how the fleeting good mocks him4 ,his idea of what will bring him happiness is always changing4 ,when one thing is attained he finds no real satisfaction in it1 but is constantly looking forward to some new thing which he thinks may bring him happiness4 #cb4 pensive4 ,meditative4 #cd4 a hundred realms4 ,exaggeration for effect4 #ch4 ,should the proud man remain ungrateful and dissatisfied8 #ci-dj4 ,should the scholar1 puffed up with his knowledge1 look with scorn on the petty pleasures of these humble people8 #da-b4 ,the scholar may try to pretend that he takes no pleasure in these things1 but man is petty and enjoys these petty pleasures4 #dh4 dress4 ,cultivate4 #ej4 ,creation's heir4 ,in apposition with the pronoun value of mine4 #ea-h4 ,note the points of comparison involved in the simile4 ,what are the alternate possessions of the miser8 ,of the poet8 #fd4 pretend4 ,claim4 #fi4 the line4 ,the ,equator4 #gj4 palmy4 ,made from palms4 #ga4 tepid4 ,lukewarm4 #ge-hj4 ,this idea is elaborated and illustrated in the remainder of the poem4 #hb4 ,no matter where one lives1 ,nature gives returns to those who labour4 #hd4 ,idra4 ,probably ,lake ,idro in ,switzerland4 ,arno4 ,a river in ,italy4 #ij4 either4 ,here means any one of the things mentioned4 #ic4 prone4 ,disposed1 inclined1 favourable to4 #ih4 peculiar pain4 ,pain which follows this particular good4 #aja4 proper4 ,own1 belonging to me4 #ajh4 ,woods over woods4 ,like tiers of seats in theatres4 #aad4 ,growing on trees or on trailing vines4 #aag-h4 ,the flowers of northern countries1 which last only through the spring4 #aai4 kindred4 ,the soil is said to be kindred because it produces all these varieties naturally as if this was their common home4 #aba4 gelid4 ,cool1 refreshing4 #abb4 winnow fragrance4 ,carry perfume4 #abc4 sense4 ,the senses4 #abe4 florid4 ,bright with flowers4 #abg4 manners4 ,actions1 habits of living4 #abi4 zealous4 ,full of religious zeal4 #acc-h4 ,referring to the commercial prosperity of ,italian cities during the fifteenth century4 #acf4 long-fallen4 ,since the days of ancient ,rome4 #ach4 ,the quarry was filled with marble from which statues of human forms were chiselled4 #adb4 unmann'd4 ,without men4 #adc-d4 ,certain diseases were supposed to arise from a superabundance 7plethora7 of blood4 ,so ills arose out of the prosperity of ,italy4 with fruitless skill4 ,all the skill mentioned in lines #acd-h brought no real results4 ,it could not save ,italy4 #adi-ej4 ,the modern processions are bloodless1 that is1 they do not celebrate real victories4 ,the chariots are made of pasteboard for mere show4 #aea4 piety and love4 ,religious processions1 which were often made the means of furthering love intrigues4 #aeg4 succeeding4 ,following4 #aeh4 happier meanness4 ,the people1 because of their degraded condition1 are happier in the enjoyment of these mean pleasures than they would be in pursuit of nobler aims4 #afj4 ,bring out the points of comparison in the simile4 #afg4 bleak4 ,cheerless4 mansion4 ,here1 country4 #afh4 churlish4 ,generally applied to people in the sense of rude in manner4 ,here1 stubborn1 unwilling to yield a harvest4 #aga4 torpid4 ,sleepy1 lifeless4 #agd4 invest4 ,take possession4 #agf4 ,redress4 ,compensate for4 #ahg4 patient angle4 ,an example of ,transferred ,epithet4 #aih4 nightly4 ,for the night2 not 8night after night40 #aii4 ,supply that or which4 #bjc4 conforms4 ,the rudeness and smallness of his home1 a mere shed1 is in keeping with his mind which is lacking in finer qualities4 #bad4 redrest4 ,satisfied1 provided for4 #bae4 science4 ,branch of learning4 #baf4 excites desire4 ,awakens the desire for the pleasure to be derived from the study1 and then supplies that pleasure4 #bag-h4 ,line #bah tells what is unknown to them4 ,when they are satiated with sensual pleasures they do not know how to seek the higher pleasures of the mind4 #bai4 those powers4 ,music1 poetry1 painting1 etc4 #bcj-a4 ,love and friendship belong to the finer feelings1 but they find no place in the heart of the mountaineer4 indurated4 ,hardened1 unfeeling4 #bcd4 ,cower4 ,generally means to shrink with fear4 ,here it simply means to sit1 to bend low4 #bdb4 whom all the world can please4 ,they are easily pleased with the attentions and the flattery of others4 #bdd4 tuneless4 ,because he lacked the skill to play4 #bec4 gestic lore4 ,the knowledge of dancing4 #beh4 honour4 ,note that the word honour is used here in the sense of adulation or praise4 #bfd4 an avarice of praise4 ,they are greedy for flattery4 #bfe4 they give to get esteem4 ,they flatter others in order that others may flatter them in return4 #bff4 ,flatterers credit them with qualities which should make them blest1 and being credited with these qualities they naturally try to live up to them4 #bfg4 this softer art4 ,flattery or adulation4 #bga4 within itself unblest4 finding no happiness in its own thoughts4 #bgc4 ,they attempt to win praise by an external show of shabby finery4 #bgf4 frieze4 ,a kind of coarse woollen cloth4 copper lace4 ,gold lace was commonly used in eighteenth century fashions4 ,copper lace would be a poor imitation4 #bgg4 ,people who were poor but proud lived sparingly from day to day in order to have one feast in the year to make a show of wealth before the world4 #bgi-hj4 ,they continue to follow the changing fashions and do not stop to consider how much better it would be to have the approval of their own better selves4 #bhb4 ,holland is in parts below the level of the sea1 and hence #8embosomed in the deep4' #bhd4 leans against the land4 ,presses against the dykes or embankments4 #bhe4 sedulous4 ,industrious1 diligent4 ,both the adjective sedulous and the verb lift relate to sons l4 #bhc4 #bhf4 rampire4 ,rampart2 here1 the bank or dyke which has been made by man 7hence #8artificial'7 and which rises proudly above the sea4 #bia4 pent4 ,confined1 limited1 shut out4 rising o'er the pile4 ,rising up along the sides of the dyke4 #bib4 amphibious4 ,generally applied to animals which are able to live both on land and in water4 ,holland is said to be amphibious because it naturally belongs to the sea but has been reclaimed as part of the land4 #big4 wave-subjected soil4 ,this soil in its natural condition is under control of the sea4 #cje-f4 ,these lines probably refer to the political struggles and intrigues which long disturbed the ,netherlands4 #cac4 ,belgic sires4 ,the tribes known as the ,belgae who inhabited the ,netherlands in the time of ,caesar4 #cag4 the sound4 ,the sound of the name #8,britain4' genius4 ,the poetic muse4 #cah4 ,britain receives the warm winds from the west1 and ,spring is earlier here than in other ,european countries4 #cai4 lawns4 ,stretches of meadow land4 ,arcadian4 ,arcadia was a division of ,greece4 ,because of the simple pastoral life of its people the name ,arcadia came to stand in poetry for any imaginary country of ideal beauty and simplicity4 #cbj4 ,hydaspes4 ,a river of ,india 7now called ,jelum7 flowing into the ,indus4 ,it was the eastern boundary of the kingdom of ,alexander the ,great4 #cbc-d4 ,extremes are not found in the climate1 but only in the minds of the people4 #cbe4 ,they are controlled by reason2 but their aims are daring1 and hence great in an unusual way4 ,the aims of men in other countries may be great1 but they follow the regular lines of thought and there is nothing daring or irregular about them4 #ccj4 ,by forms unfashion'd4 ,they do not follow fixed or conventional lines of conduct4 ,they are not artificial1 but natural1 in conduct4 #cca4 native hardiness4 ,natural vigour4 #ccb4 ,they are true to what they conceive1 or imagine1 to be right1 and they cannot be held in check4 #ccc4 ,even the humblest peasant boasts that he examines these rights4 #ccg4 ,such blessings would be too great if they were unmixed with some evils4 alloy4 ,the base metal which is sometimes mixed with precious metals4 #cdb4 ,the nominative absolute construction4 #cdc4 ,the natural ties uniting members of the family or the community are not strong4 #cde4 imprison'd4 ,held in control by the law4 #cdf4 round her shore4 ,throughout the country4 #cdg-h4 ,note the metaphor in these lines4 ,the idea is that when the wheels of a carriage are subjected to too great friction they either refuse to turn1 or else catch fire from the over-heating of the axle4 ,so in society1 this internal struggle and ferment 7ll4 #cdd-f7 must result in a breakdown in the machinery of government or in political disturbances4 ,the ,traveller was written about the time of the ,wilkes' agitations in ,britain4 #cea4 ,fictitious4 ,artificial4 #ceg4 noble stems4 ,the heads of noble families4 #cei4 sink4 ,a drain to carry off impure water4 ,by speaking of ,england as a sink he suggests that her ideals have become base and impure4 level avarice4 ,greed for money among all classes of people4 #cfi4 the changeful clime4 ,of ,britain4 #cgj4 ,just as plants are pruned to make them better and stronger1 so if the freedom of the ,british people is repressed when it tends to go to extremes1 it will bring greater security4 #cgc-f4 ,he means to say that if any class of people is to be allowed too great privileges it will affect the rights of others4 #cha-h4 ,the lines are subordinate1 grammatically1 to line #chi4 #cha-b4 ,these and the following lines express ,goldsmith's opinion of the ,whig government then in power4 #chc4 a factious band4 ,a group of politicians seeking to further their personal interests by agitation and dissension4 #che4 ,there was nothing to restrain the judge from drawing up new laws for punishment of offences 7penal statutes74 wanton4 ,without restraint4 #chg-h4 ,he means to say that money was extorted from people in the colonies1 such as ,india1 to corrupt the electors in ,great ,britain4 to purchase slaves4 ,to bribe the voters1 to make them subservient4 #cia-b4 ,partly from motives of patriotism1 partly from fear of the evils threatening my country1 ,i appeal to the sovereign to protect it against these petty political tyrants4 #cic4 baleful4 ,evil1 pernicious4 #cie4 ,the sovereign is here regarded as the fountain-head or source of honour4 #cif4 ,gave wealth to sway4 ,gave wealth the power to sway4 #cih4 ,the wealth 7useless ore7 of the landowners was used to buy up the small holdings1 and the labourers 7useful sons7 were turned adrift and forced to emigrate4 #cii4 ,britain's successes in war have only helped to hasten destruction by bringing into existence a wealthy class of men4 #dja-b4 ,see note on line #cih above4 #djc-d4 ,the rich man lives at his ease on estates where villages once stood4 #djg4 decayed4 ,worn out1 on the decline4 #daa4 ,oswego4 ,a river in the ,state of ,new ,york1 flowing into ,lake ,erie4 #dab4 ,niagara4 ,note the pronunciation4 #dag4 giddy4 ,whirling4 #dah4 distressful4 ,causing distress4 #dba4 ,looks towards ,england4 #dbb4 ,the feelings of the exile are the same as those of the poet4 #dbc-ch4 ,lines #cfa-dbb have been in the nature of a digression1 and the poet now returns to his original subject as presented in the first hundred lines of the poem4 ,he has come to the conclusion that happiness does not depend upon external conditions1 but upon the individual himself2 and this conclusion is summed up in lines #dca-b4 #dbe4 ,why have ,i tried to find the source of happiness in the government rather than in the mind1 which is the centre of pleasure and repose8 #dca4 ,consigned modifies felicity4 ,we are entrusted with the making of our own happiness4 #dcc-d4 ,the joy which any man feels in his life from day to day comes from his own innermost feelings1 and external events cannot disturb it4 #dce-h4 ,even though a man be put to torture1 it cannot rob him of the truest sources of happiness in his life--reason1 faith and conscience4 #dcd4 ,the lifted axe4 ,the executioner's axe4 the agonizing wheel4 ,an instrument of torture causing extreme agony4 ,the victim was fastened to a wheel or a cross1 and his legs were broken with an iron bar4 #dcf4 ,luke's iron crown4 ,in #aeac two brothers1 ,george and ,luke ,dosa1 were taken prisoners in a rebellion4 ,george 7not ,luke7 ,dosa was put to death by having a red hot crown placed on his head1 in mockery of his desire to become king4 ,damiens' bed of steel4 ,in #ageg ,damiens1 an insane fanatic1 attempted to kill ,louis ,,xv1 ,king of ,france4 ,he was bound upon an iron bed and subjected to terrible tortures4 #dcg4 ,these tortures are rarely known to men who are not engaged in public affairs4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,home-,,thoughts1 ,,from ,,the ,,sea4 ,written on the occasion of a voyage from ,england to ,italy in #ahch4 ,as the vessel passes the south-west coast of ,portugal and ,spain1 ,cape ,st4 ,vincent1 ,cadiz and ,trafalgar are seen in turn1 and as darkness is coming on1 ,gibraltar rises dimly in the distance4 ,the poem expresses ,browning's feelings as he calls to memory the great victories of ,england that are connected with these historic scenes4 #a4 ,cape ,st4 ,vincent4 ,a cape at the south-east extremity of ,portugal4 ,in #agji ,admiral ,jervis with a ,british fleet of fifteen vessels1 defeated a ,spanish fleet of twenty-seven vessels4 #b4 reeking4 ,we often speak of blood as reeking1 that is1 steaming 7,ger4 rauchen1 to smoke74 ,so here the sunset is spoken of also as reeking because it is red like blood4 ,cadiz ,bay4 ,off the south-west coast of ,spain4 ,cadiz was sacked by the ,english fleet under ,essex in #aeif4 #c4 ,bluish4 ,the land was bluish when seen in the distance4 full in face4 ,directly ahead of the vessel4 ,trafalgar4 ,cape ,trafalgar1 on the south-west coast of ,spain4 ,at ,trafalgar in #ahje ,nelson defeated the combined fleets of ,france and ,spain4 #d4 dimmest north-east distance4 ,after the vessel passed ,trafalgar and turned to enter the straits1 the rock of ,gibraltar was seen dimly to the north-east4 ,consult a good map or atlas4 dawned4 ,appeared dimly on the horizon4 ,gibraltar4 ,the fortress of ,gibraltar came into the hands of the ,english in #agjd4 ,it was1 later in the century1 successfully defended against a number of attacks4 #e4 ,here and here4 ,in the battles he has mentioned4 say4 ,the subject of say is the noun clause following4 #e-f4 ,anyone who turns as ,i do to praise ,god for ,england's victories and to pray for her continued greatness1 cannot but ask himself the question1 8,how can ,i help ,england in return for what she has done for me80 #g4 ,jove's planet4 ,the planet ,jupiter4 ,perhaps the sight of 8,jove's planet0 suggests to the poet ,england's continued strength and glory4 over ,africa4 ,to the south-east4 ,possibly the vessel has not yet passed ,gibraltar which he had only seen dimly in the distance as night came on4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,patriot4 ,the ,patriot tells the story of a man who has come into power amid the acclamations of the crowd as the hero of the people4 ,but popular favour is fickle1 and in one short year he is reviled and led to execution4 ,he suffers1 not because he has failed in his duty1 but simply because he has failed to please the fickle crowd4 ,to those who have read history the sub-title ,,an ,,old ,,story will need no further explanation4 #b4 myrtle4 ,the leaves of the myrtle were used to make wreaths for those who won triumphs in the arts of peace4 ,it is an emblem of peace and joy4 #f4 a mist4 ,of course this is not to be taken literally4 ,it is a poetic way of saying that the air is filled with the sound of bells4 #h-aj4 ,if ,i had objected that ,i did not like noise but that ,i wished them to give me the sun from out the sky they would have been quite willing to give me not only the sun but anything else they had4 #ag4 a palsied few4 ,too feeble to follow the crowd4 #bj4 ,shambles' ,gate4 ,a fictitious name for the place of execution4 ,shambles are the places where animals are slaughtered or where butchers' meat is sold4 ,hence1 as here1 a place of butchery4 #be4 my year's misdeeds4 ,what the rabble consider as misdeeds4 #bg4 ,the man who has been honoured by the world1 even if he drops dead in the midst of his triumph1 has been paid1 and perhaps more than paid1 for his good deeds1 and if men's rewards and punishments are balanced up1 in the next world1 such a man may find that he is in ,god's debt4 ,but the speaker1 8,the ,patriot10 is suffering so much injustice and wrong that he is sure that some balance of reward will be due him in the next world4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,love ,,among ,,the ,,ruins4 #a4 ,the quiet-coloured end of evening4 ,the late twilight when the bright colours have faded from the sky4 #g4 a city4 ,the poet had in mind probably the ,campagna1--the level stretch of country outside the city of ,rome4 ,this district was once very thickly populated4 #i4 ,supply the conjunctive pronoun1 that or which4 #ac4 ,notice that throughout the poem1 the description of the scenery as it now appears1 is alternated with the pictures of its former splendour4 #ae-h4 ,if there had been trees it would have been an easy matter to distinguish certain slopes from others by the single trees or groups of trees growing on them4 ,now these slopes are separated only by streams and they take their names from the names of these streams which flow through the valleys4 #ai4 daring4 ,because it rose so high4 #bj4 like fires4 ,glittering in the sunlight4 #bc4 nor be pressed4 ,without being crowded4 #bi-cj4 guessed alone1 stock or stone4 ,you can only guess that the sticks and stones are there2 the grass covers them4 #ci4 caper4 ,a low prickly shrub4 gourd4 ,a trailing or climbing plant1 such for example1 as our wild cucumber4 overscored4 ,by the stems of the vines1 which form lines on the wall4 #da-b4 houseleek4 ,a plant commonly found on old walls and ruins4 patching4 covering up the holes2 or1 perhaps1 forming patches on the walls4 winks4 ,when moved by the breeze4 #de4 burning4 ,because they were made of gold4 #dg4 minions4 ,favourites4 #ej-b4 ,smiles because she is leaving the flocks to return in peace to their folds4 #ee4 yellow hair4 ,a suggestion that she belonged to a northern race4 #eg4 caught soul4 ,they were inspired to do their best by seeing the king and courtiers watching from the tower4 #fc-d4 the glades' colonnades4 ,the rows of columns in the valleys4 #fe4 causeys4 ,causeways4 ,a causeway is a raised road passing over wet or marshy ground4 #gi4 ,he appeals to the feelings of his readers1 who are moved by the same passions now as in the past4 #hj-d4 ,these ruins are ,earth's returns1 the only result of centuries of folly1 noise and sin4 ,in contrast with this is ,love1 which endures4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,isles ,,of ,,greece4 ,this poem appears in ,byron's ,don ,juan4 ,it is supposed to be sung by a wandering ,greek minstrel during the marriage feast of the hero and heroine of the story2 but it is a direct expression of ,byron's own feelings on the subject of ,greek freedom4 #b4 ,sappho4 ,a lyric poetess who was born on the island of ,lesbos about #fbe ,b4,c4 burning4 ,in reference to the passion in her poems and songs4 #d4 ,according to myth1 ,leda1 who had supplanted ,juno in the affections of ,jupiter1 was forced to flee from heaven to escape the wrath of ,juno4 ,neptune took pity on her and raised the ,island of ,delos out of the sea in order to afford her a shelter4 ,here ,phoebus and ,diana1 the twin children of ,jupiter and ,leda1 were born4 #g4 ,the ,scian and the ,teian muse4 ,the island of ,chios 7,scio7 was said to be the birthplace of ,homer1 and the town of ,teos1 in ,asia ,minor1 was the birthplace of the poet ,anacreon4 #aa4 farther west4 ,in ,america4 #ab4 ,in ,greek mythology the 8,islands of the ,blest0 were situated somewhere far in the western ocean4 #ac4 ,mount ,pentelicus and ,mount ,parnes overlook the plain of ,marathon1 where in #dij ,b4,c4 a great battle was fought between the ,persians under ,darius1 and the ,greeks1 led by ,miltiades4 #ba4 ,ten years after the battle of ,marathon1 ,xerxes1 the son of ,darius1 invaded ,greece with a vast army4 ,the ,persian fleet was defeated at ,salamis1 by the ,greeks under ,themistocles4 ,xerxes watched the progress of the fight from the mainland4 #ca4 in the dearth of fame4 ,though the ,greeks are no longer famed for their poets4 #cb4 a fetter'd race4 ,since #agae ,greece had been in the hands of the ,turks4 ,the ,war of ,independence which began in #ahba1 resulted in the establishment of the ,greek kingdom in #ahcb4 #cg-h4 we4 ,italicized to bring out the contrast with fathers4 #dj-b4 ,a reference to the battle of ,thermopylae 7#dgj1 ,b4,c47 in which ,leonidas with #cjj ,spartans and several hundred auxiliaries held the whole ,persian army in check4 #dc4 ,he has called upon the dead heroes of ,greece to return 7ll4 #ci-db72 and now he listens for a reply4 #di4 ,in vain4 ,it is in vain that we look for even one living hero to arise to lead the ,greeks4 #ej-b4 ,samos1 ,chios1 and other islands were famous for their wines4 #ec-d4 ,bacchanal4 ,a follower of ,bacchus1 the god of wine4 #ee-f4 ,the ,pyrrhic dance was so named from ,pyrrhichus1 who invented it4 ,the ,pyrrhic phalanx derives its name from ,pyrrhus1 king of ,epirus4 ,a phalanx is a serried formation of troops4 #ei4 ,the alphabet is said to have been introduced into ,greece by ,cadmus1 a ,phnician1 who lived about #adej1 ,b4,c4 #fc-e4 ,polycrates1 who ruled over the ,island of ,samos1 was the patron of ,anacreon4 ,tyrant in the ,greek sense meant simply 8ruler0 or 8master10 and as here used the word does not imply harshness or cruelty4 #fh4 ,chersonese4 ,the word literally means a peninsula4 ,here it refers to the ,tauric ,chersonnesus1 the modern ,crimea4 #gb4 ,that is1 he bound the ,greeks together to resist their enemies4 #gd4 ,suli4 ,a mountainous district inhabited by a mixed ,greek and ,albanian people4 ,parga4 ,a fortified town on the coast of ,albania4 #gf4 ,doric mothers4 ,spartan mothers4 ,the ,spartans belonged to the ,dorian race4 #gh4 ,heracleidan blood4 ,the descendants of ,heracles 7,hercules74 might own4 ,might not be ashamed of4 ,supply that or which at the beginning of the line4 #gi4 the ,franks4 ,the ,french4 #hj4 ,louis ,,xviii was at this time king of ,france4 ,perhaps ,byron is referring to ,napoleon1 who entered into alliance with the ,turks4 #hi4 mine own4 ,mine own eyes4 #ia4 ,sunium4 ,the southern promontory of ,attica4 marbled steep4 ,the temple of ,athena stood on this promontory4 #id4 swan-like4 ,see ,morte ,d',arthur1 line #bfg1 and note4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,as ,,ships1 ,,becalmed ,,at ,,eve4 #a4 ,as4 ,the word so in line #i is correlative with as1 introducing the other member in the comparison4 ships4 ,subject of are descried4 #c4 towers of sail4 ,filled with the breeze1 which has sprung up in the night4 ,this line forms a predicate completion of are descried 7line #d74 #f4 darkling4 ,dark1 a poetical form4 #g4 but4 ,except1 that--not4 ,did not dream but that1 each1 etc4 #i4 ,e'en so4 ,just in the same way differences in opinion arise between friends4 #ac4 ,unknown to each other1 both came under different influences that changed the course of their opinions and beliefs4 #af4 dawn4 ,when their beliefs were made known4 #ag4 ,to veer1 how vain4 ,when people have drifted apart in their points of view it is vain for them to try to change their course to come together again4 #ai4 one compass4 ,conscience4 #bb4 parting4 ,nominative absolute4 #be-f4 ,both were searching for truth4 #bg-h4 ,clough hopes that wherever the course of events may carry the human race1 sometime1 somewhere1 all differences in thought may be reconciled4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,chambered ,,nautilus4 #a-g4 ,the nautilus is a species of shell-fish4 ,the shell is spiral1 and is divided into chambers or cavities4 ,the animal occupies only the outer cavity4 ,the others are filled with gas4 ,the belief once existed that the nautilus was furnished with a membrane which served as a sail4 ,the root meaning of the word nautilus is 8a ship40 ,this old belief is1 however1 only a poetic fancy4 ,the nautilus creeps along the bottom of the sea1 and does not come to the surface to swim or sail4 #e4 the ,siren4 ,the ,sirens were sea-nymphs1 who by their entrancing music fascinated those who sailed along their shores1 and drew them on to their destruction4 #ac4 ,the shell is broken so that the separate cells are seen4 #ad4 irised ceiling4 ,the walls of the cell1 tinted like the rainbow4 crypt4 ,a crypt is an underground vault used for burial purposes4 ,here the enclosed chamber in the shell of the nautilus4 #bj4 idle4 ,unused4 #bd4 forlorn4 ,forsaken1 solitary4 #bf4 ,triton4 ,the son of ,neptune1 the god of the sea4 ,he is generally represented as blowing upon a trumpet formed from a sea-shell1 to quiet the restless waves4 wreathd4 ,referring to the convolutions of the shell which was used for a horn4 #bh4 caves of thought4 ,a poetical way of speaking of his innermost self4 #ca4 low-vaulted4 ,limited1 confined1 like a chamber with a low ceiling4 #cc4 ,let your growth be such from year to year that your spiritual outlook is larger4 #ce4 thine out-grown shell4 ,the body in which the soul dwells4 99 99 99 99 99 ,transcriber's ,notes3 ,archaic spellings and hyphenation have been retained4 ,punctuation has been corrected without note4 ,other errors have been corrected as noted below4 ,page #eb1 ,some mute inglorions ,milton ,some mute inglorious ,milton ,page #aab1 ,whese rougher climes ,where rougher climes ,page #aag1 love1 and honor fail love1 and honour fail ,page #acb1 ,home ,thoughts1 from the ,sea ,home-,thoughts1 from the ,sea ,page #ace1 ,many imaegs went to ,many images went to ,page #adc1 church at ,stoke ,pogis church at ,stoke ,poges ,page #aef1 #bc-d4 ,n te the metaphor #bc-d4 ,note the metaphor ,page #afd1 ,,home ,,thoughts1 ,,from ,,the ,,sea4 ,,home-,,thoughts1 ,,from ,,the ,,sea4