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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Lyra Heroica + A Book of Verse for Boys + +Author: Various + +Release Date: September 19, 2006 [EBook #19316] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LYRA HEROICA *** + + + + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Daniel Emerson Griffith and +the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + <div class="frontmatter"> + <h1> + <a name="pagei" id="pagei"></a><a name="pageii" id="pageii"></a><a + class="pagebreak" name="pageiii" id="pageiii" title="iii"></a>LYRA + HEROICA + </h1> + <p class="central"> + <big>A BOOK OF VERSE FOR BOYS</big><br /> SELECTED AND ARRANGED BY<br /> + <big>WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY</big> + </p> + <table summary="" class="poetry italic"> + <tr> + <td> + <p> + <span class="i0">Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!</span><br /> + <span class="i1"> To all the sensual world proclaim</span><br /> + <span class="i0">One crowded hour of glorious life</span><br /> + <span class="i1"> Is worth an age without a name.</span> + </p> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + <i>Sir Walter Scott.</i> + </td> + </tr> + </table> + <p class="central"> + <big>NEW YORK<br /> CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS</big><br /> 1920 + </p> + <p class="central"> + <a class="pagebreak" name="pageiv" id="pageiv" title="iv"></a>COPYRIGHT, + 1891, BY<br /> CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS + </p> + <p class="outdent"> + <span title="Asterism">⁂</span> <i>The selections from Walt + Whitman are published by permission of Mr. Whitman; and those from + Longfellow, Lowell, Whittier, and Bret Harte, through the courtesy of + Messrs. Houghton, Mifflin, & Co., the publishers of their works.</i> + </p> + <table summary=""> + <tr> + <td> + <p class="central"> + <a class="pagebreak" name="pagev" id="pagev" title="v"></a><big>TO + WALTER BLAIKIE</big><br /> ARTIST-PRINTER<br /> MY PART IN THIS BOOK + </p> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + W. E. H. + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="left"> + <i>Edinburgh, July 1891.</i> + </td> + </tr> + </table> + </div> + <h2> + <a name="pagevi" id="pagevi"></a><a class="pagebreak" name="pagevii" + id="pagevii" title="vii"></a>PREFACE + </h2> + + <p class="italic"> + This book of verse for boys is, I believe, the first of its kind in + English. Plainly, it were labour lost to go gleaning where so many experts + have gone harvesting; and for what is rarest and best in English Poetry + the world must turn, as heretofore, to the several ‘Golden + Treasuries’ of Professor Palgrave and Mr. Coventry Patmore, and to + the excellent ‘Poets' Walk’ of Mr. Mowbray Morris. My purpose + has been to choose and sheave a certain number of those achievements in + verse which, as expressing the simpler sentiments and the more elemental + emotions, might fitly be addressed to such boys—and men, for that + matter—as are privileged to use our noble English tongue. + </p> + <p class="italic"> + To set forth, as only art can, the beauty and the joy of living, the + beauty and the blessedness of death, the glory of battle and adventure, + the nobility of devotion—to a cause, an ideal, a passion even—the + dignity of resistance, the sacred quality of patriotism, that is my + ambition here. Now, to read poetry at all is to have an ideal anthology of + one's own, and in that possession to be incapable of content with the + anthologies of all the world besides. That is, the personal equation is + ever to be reckoned withal, and I have had my preferences, as those that + went before me had theirs. I have omitted much, as Aytoun's ‘Lays,’ + whose absence <a class="pagebreak" name="pageviii" id="pageviii" + title="viii"></a> many will resent; I have included much, as that + brilliant piece of doggerel of Frederick Marryat's, whose presence some + will regard with distress. This without reference to enforcements due to + the very nature of my work. + </p> + <p class="italic"> + I have adopted the birth-day order: for that is the simplest. And I have + begun with—not Chaucer, nor Spenser, nor the ballads, but—Shakespeare + and Agincourt; for it seemed to me that a book of heroism could have no + better starting-point than that heroic pair of names. As for the ballads, + I have placed them, after much considering, in the gap between old and + new, between classic and romantic, in English verse. The witness of Sidney + and Drayton's example notwithstanding, it is not until 1765, when Percy + publishes the ‘Reliques,’ that the ballad spirit begins to be + the master influence that Wordsworth confessed it was; while as for the + history of the matter, there are who hold that ‘Sir Patrick Spens,’ + for example, is the work of Lady Wardlaw, which to others, myself among + them, is a thing preposterous and distraught. + </p> + <p class="italic"> + It remains to add that, addressing myself to boys, I have not scrupled to + edit my authors where editing seemed desirable, and that I have broken up + some of the longer pieces for convenience in reading. Also, the help I + have received while this book of ‘Noble Numbers’ was in course + of growth—help in the way of counsel, suggestion, remonstrance, + permission to use—has been such that it taxes gratitude and makes + complete acknowledgment impossible. + </p> + <p class="right"> + W. E. H. + </p> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="pageix" id="pageix" title="ix"></a>CONTENTS + </h2> + <table class="toc" summary=""> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (1564–1616) and + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + MICHAEL DRAYTON (1563–1631). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + I. + </td> + <td> + AGINCOURT + </td> + <td class="right"> + PAGE + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>Introit</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page1">1</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>Interlude</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page2">2</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>Harfleur</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page3">3</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>The Eve</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page4">4</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>The Battle</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page6">6</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>After</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page10">10</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + SIR HENRY WOTTON (1568–1639). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + II. + </td> + <td> + LORD OF HIMSELF + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page11">11</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + BEN JONSON (1574–1637). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + III. + </td> + <td> + TRUE BALM + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page12">12</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + IV. + </td> + <td> + HONOUR IN BUD + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page13">13</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + JOHN FLETCHER (1576–1625). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + V. + </td> + <td> + THE JOY OF BATTLE + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page13">13</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + FRANCIS BEAUMONT (1586–1616). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + VI. + </td> + <td> + IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page15">15</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + ROBERT HERRICK (1591–1674). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + VII. + </td> + <td> + GOING A-MAYING + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page15">15</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + VIII. + </td> + <td> + TO ANTHEA, WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ANYTHING + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page18">18</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + <a class="pagebreak" name="pagex" id="pagex" title="x"></a>GEORGE + HERBERT (1593–1638). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + IX. + </td> + <td> + MEMENTO MORI + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page19">19</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + JAMES SHIRLEY (1594–1666). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + X. + </td> + <td> + THE KING OF KINGS + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page20">20</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + JOHN MILTON (1608–1674). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XI. + </td> + <td> + LYCIDAS + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page21">21</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XII. + </td> + <td> + ARMS AND THE MUSE + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page27">27</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XIII. + </td> + <td> + TO THE LORD GENERAL + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page28">28</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XIV. + </td> + <td> + THE LATE MASSACRE + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page28">28</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XV. + </td> + <td> + ON HIS BLINDNESS + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page29">29</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XVI. + </td> + <td> + EYELESS AT GAZA + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page30">30</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XVII. + </td> + <td> + OUT OF ADVERSITY + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page31">31</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + JAMES GRAHAM, MARQUIS OF MONTROSE (1612–1650). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XVIII. + </td> + <td> + HEROIC LOVE + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page31">31</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + RICHARD LOVELACE (1618–1658). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XIX. + </td> + <td> + GOING TO THE WARS + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page32">32</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XX. + </td> + <td> + FROM PRISON + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page33">33</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + ANDREW MARVELL (1620–1678). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XXI. + </td> + <td> + TWO KINGS + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page34">34</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XXII. + </td> + <td> + IN EXILE + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page39">39</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + JOHN DRYDEN (1631–1701). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XXIII. + </td> + <td> + ALEXANDER'S FEAST + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page40">40</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709–1784). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XXIV. + </td> + <td> + THE QUIET LIFE + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page45">45</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + <a class="pagebreak" name="pagexi" id="pagexi" title="xi"></a>BALLADS + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XXV. + </td> + <td colspan="2"> + CHEVY CHASE + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>The Hunting</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page47">47</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>The Challenge</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page49">49</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>The Battle</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page51">51</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>The Slain</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page54">54</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>The Tidings</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page56">56</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XXVI. + </td> + <td> + SIR PATRICK SPENS + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page57">57</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XXVII. + </td> + <td> + BRAVE LORD WILLOUGHBY + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page60">60</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XXVIII. + </td> + <td> + HUGHIE THE GRÆME + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page64">64</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XXIX. + </td> + <td colspan="2"> + KINMONT WILLIE + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>The Capture</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page66">66</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>The Keeper's Wrath</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page67">67</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>The March</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page69">69</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>The Rescue</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page71">71</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XXX. + </td> + <td> + THE HONOUR OF BRISTOL + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page73">73</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XXXI. + </td> + <td> + HELEN OF KIRKCONNELL + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page77">77</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XXXII. + </td> + <td> + THE TWA CORBIES + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page79">79</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + THOMAS GRAY (1716–1771). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XXXIII. + </td> + <td> + THE BARD + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page80">80</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + WILLIAM COWPER (1731–1800). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XXXIV. + </td> + <td> + THE ROYAL GEORGE + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page85">85</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XXXV. + </td> + <td> + BOADICEA + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page86">86</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + GRAHAM OF GARTMORE (1735–1797). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XXXVI. + </td> + <td> + TO HIS LADY + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page88">88</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + CHARLES DIBDIN (1745–1814). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XXXVII. + </td> + <td> + CONSTANCY + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page89">89</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XXXVIII. + </td> + <td> + THE PERFECT SAILOR + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page90">90</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + JOHN PHILPOT CURRAN (1750–1817). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XXXIX. + </td> + <td> + THE DESERTER + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page91">91</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + <a class="pagebreak" name="pagexii" id="pagexii" title="xii"></a>PRINCE + HOARE (1755–1834). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XL. + </td> + <td> + THE ARETHUSA + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page92">92</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + WILLIAM BLAKE (1757–1823). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XLI. + </td> + <td> + THE BEAUTY OF TERROR + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page94">94</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + ROBERT BURNS (1759–1796). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XLII. + </td> + <td> + DEFIANCE + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page95">95</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XLIII. + </td> + <td> + THE GOAL OF LIFE + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page96">96</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XLIV. + </td> + <td> + BEFORE PARTING + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page97">97</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XLV. + </td> + <td> + DEVOTION + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page98">98</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XLVI. + </td> + <td> + TRUE UNTIL DEATH + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page99">99</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + WILLIAM WORDSWORTH (1770–1850). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XLVII. + </td> + <td> + VENICE + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page100">100</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XLVIII. + </td> + <td> + DESTINY + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page101">101</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XLIX. + </td> + <td> + THE MOTHER LAND + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page101">101</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + L. + </td> + <td> + IDEAL + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page102">102</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LI. + </td> + <td> + TO DUTY + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page103">103</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LII. + </td> + <td> + TWO VICTORIES + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page105">105</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + SIR WALTER SCOTT (1771–1832). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LIII. + </td> + <td> + IN MEMORIAM + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page107">107</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LIV. + </td> + <td> + LOCHINVAR + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page112">112</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LV. + </td> + <td colspan="2"> + FLODDEN + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>The March</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page114">114</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>The Attack</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page116">116</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>The Last Stand</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page119">119</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LVI. + </td> + <td> + THE CHASE + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page121">121</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LVII. + </td> + <td> + THE OUTLAW + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page126">126</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LVIII. + </td> + <td> + PIBROCH + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page129">129</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LIX. + </td> + <td> + THE OMNIPOTENT + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page130">130</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LX. + </td> + <td> + THE RED HARLAW + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page131">131</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LXI. + </td> + <td> + FAREWELL + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page133">133</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LXII. + </td> + <td> + BONNY DUNDEE + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page134">134</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + <a class="pagebreak" name="pagexiii" id="pagexiii" title="xiii"></a>SAMUEL + TAYLOR COLERIDGE (1772–1834). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LXIII. + </td> + <td> + ROMANCE + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page136">136</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR (1775–1864). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LXIV. + </td> + <td> + SACRIFICE + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page138">138</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + THOMAS CAMPBELL (1777–1844). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LXV. + </td> + <td> + SOLDIER AND SAILOR + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page140">140</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LXVI. + </td> + <td> + ‘YE MARINERS’ + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page143">143</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LXVII. + </td> + <td> + THE BATTLE OF THE BALTIC + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page144">144</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + EBENEZER ELLIOTT (1781–1846). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LXVIII. + </td> + <td> + BATTLE SONG + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page146">146</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + ALLAN CUNNINGHAM (1785–1842). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LXIX. + </td> + <td> + LOYALTY + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page147">147</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LXX. + </td> + <td> + A SEA-SONG + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page148">148</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + BRYANT WALLER PROCTOR (1787–1874). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LXXI. + </td> + <td> + A SONG OF THE SEA + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page149">149</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + GEORGE GORDON, LORD BYRON (1788–1824). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LXXII. + </td> + <td> + SENNACHERIB + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page150">150</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LXXIII. + </td> + <td colspan="2"> + THE STORMING OF CORINTH + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>The Signal</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page151">151</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>The Assault</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page153">153</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>The Magazine</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page156">156</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LXXIV. + </td> + <td> + ALHAMA + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page160">160</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LXXV. + </td> + <td> + FRIENDSHIP + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page164">164</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LXXVI. + </td> + <td> + THE RACE WITH DEATH + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page165">165</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LXXVII. + </td> + <td> + THE GLORY THAT WAS GREECE + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page167">167</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LXXVIII. + </td> + <td> + HAIL AND FAREWELL + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page171">171</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + CHARLES WOLFE (1791–1823). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LXXIX. + </td> + <td> + AFTER CORUNNA + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page172">172</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + <a class="pagebreak" name="pagexiv" id="pagexiv" title="xiv"></a>FREDERICK + MARRYAT (1792–1848). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LXXX. + </td> + <td> + THE OLD NAVY + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page174">174</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + FELICIA HEMANS (1793–1825). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LXXXI. + </td> + <td> + CASABIANCA + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page175">175</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LXXXII. + </td> + <td> + THE PILGRIM FATHERS + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page177">177</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + JOHN KEATS (1796–1821). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LXXXIII. + </td> + <td> + TO THE ADVENTUROUS + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page179">179</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + THOMAS BABINGTON, LORD MACAULAY (1800–1859). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LXXXIV. + </td> + <td colspan="2"> + HORATIUS + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>The Trysting</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page179">179</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>The Trouble in Rome</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page183">183</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>The Keeping of the Bridge</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page189">189</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>Father Tiber</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page196">196</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LXXXV. + </td> + <td> + THE ARMADA + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page200">200</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LXXXVI. + </td> + <td> + THE LAST BUCCANEER + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page205">205</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LXXXVII. + </td> + <td> + A JACOBITE'S EPITAPH + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page206">206</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + ROBERT STEPHEN HAWKER (1803–1875). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LXXXVIII. + </td> + <td> + THE SONG OF THE WESTERN MEN + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page207">207</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW (1807–1882). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + LXXXIX. + </td> + <td colspan="2"> + THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>The Model</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page208">208</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>The Builders</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page210">210</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>In the Ship-Yard</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page214">214</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>The Two Bridals</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page217">217</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XC. + </td> + <td> + THE DISCOVERER OF THE NORTH CAPE + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page223">223</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XCI. + </td> + <td> + THE CUMBERLAND + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page227">227</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XCII. + </td> + <td> + A DUTCH PICTURE + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page228">228</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER (<i>b.</i> 1807). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XCIII. + </td> + <td> + BARBARA FRIETCHIE + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page230">230</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + <a class="pagebreak" name="pagexv" id="pagexv" title="xv"></a>ALFRED, + LORD TENNYSON (<i>b.</i> 1809). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XCIV. + </td> + <td> + A BALLAD OF THE FLEET + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page232">232</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XCV. + </td> + <td> + THE HEAVY BRIGADE + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page239">239</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + SIR FRANCIS HASTINGS DOYLE (1810–1888). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XCVI. + </td> + <td> + THE PRIVATE OF THE BUFFS + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page242">242</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XCVII. + </td> + <td> + THE RED THREAD OF HONOUR + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page244">244</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + ROBERT BROWNING (1812–1890). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XCVIII. + </td> + <td> + HOME THOUGHTS FROM THE SEA + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page248">248</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + XCIX. + </td> + <td> + HERVÉ RIEL + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page248">248</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + WALT WHITMAN (<i>b.</i> 1819). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + C. + </td> + <td> + THE DYING FIREMAN + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page254">254</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + CI. + </td> + <td> + A SEA-FIGHT + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page255">255</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + CII. + </td> + <td> + BEAT! BEAT! DRUMS! + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page257">257</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + CIII. + </td> + <td> + TWO VETERANS + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page258">258</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + CHARLES KINGSLEY (1819–1875). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + CIV. + </td> + <td> + THE PLEASANT ISLE OF AVÈS + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page260">260</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + CV. + </td> + <td> + A WELCOME + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page262">262</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + SIR HENRY YULE (1820–1889). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + CVI. + </td> + <td> + THE BIRKENHEAD + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page264">264</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + MATTHEW ARNOLD (1822–1888). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + CVII. + </td> + <td> + APOLLO + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page265">265</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + CVIII. + </td> + <td colspan="2"> + THE DEATH OF SOHRAB + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>The Duel</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page267">267</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>Sohrab</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page269">269</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>The Recognition</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page272">272</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>Ruksh the Horse</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page275">275</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>Rustum</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page277">277</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>Night</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page280">280</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + CIX. + </td> + <td> + FLEE FRO' THE PRESS + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page282">282</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + <a class="pagebreak" name="pagexvi" id="pagexvi" title="xvi"></a>WILLIAM + CORY (<i>b.</i> 1823). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + CX. + </td> + <td> + SCHOOL FENCIBLES + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page284">284</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + CXI. + </td> + <td> + THE TWO CAPTAINS + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page285">285</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + GEORGE MEREDITH (<i>b.</i> 1828). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + CXII. + </td> + <td> + THE HEAD OF BRAN + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page290">290</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + WILLIAM MORRIS (<i>b.</i> 1834). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + CXIII. + </td> + <td colspan="2"> + THE SLAYING OF THE NIBLUNGS + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>Hogni</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page293">293</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>Gunnar</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page297">297</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>Gudrun</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page301">301</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="subsection"> + <i>The Sons of Giuki</i> + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page304">304</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + ALFRED AUSTIN (<i>b.</i> 1835). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + CXIV. + </td> + <td> + IS LIFE WORTH LIVING? + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page308">308</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + SIR ALFRED LYALL (<i>b.</i> 1835). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + CXV. + </td> + <td> + THEOLOGY IN EXTREMIS + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page311">311</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE (<i>b.</i> 1837). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + CXVI. + </td> + <td> + THE OBLATION + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page316">316</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + CXVII. + </td> + <td> + ENGLAND + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page317">317</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + CXVIII. + </td> + <td> + THE JACOBITE IN EXILE + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page319">319</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + BRET HARTE (<i>b.</i> 1839). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + CXIX. + </td> + <td> + THE REVEILLÉ + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page322">322</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + CXX. + </td> + <td> + WHAT THE BULLET SANG + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page323">323</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + AUSTIN DOBSON (<i>b.</i> 1840). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + CXXI. + </td> + <td> + A BALLAD OF THE ARMADA + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page324">324</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + ANDREW LANG (<i>b.</i> 1844). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + CXXII. + </td> + <td> + THE WHITE PACHA + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page325">325</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + <a class="pagebreak" name="pagexvii" id="pagexvii" title="xvii"></a>ROBERT + LOUIS STEVENSON (<i>b.</i> 1850). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + CXXIII. + </td> + <td> + MOTHER AND SON + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page326">326</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + HENRY CHARLES BEECHING (<i>b.</i> 1859). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + CXXIV. + </td> + <td> + PRAYERS + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page328">328</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="3"> + RUDYARD KIPLING (<i>b.</i> 1865). + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + CXXV. + </td> + <td> + A BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page329">329</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + CXXVI. + </td> + <td> + THE FLAG OF ENGLAND + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page335">335</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="2"> + NOTES + </th> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page341">341</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <th colspan="2"> + INDEX + </th> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page359">359</a> + </td> + </tr> + </table> + <div class="frontmatter"> + <table summary="" class="poetry italic"> + <tr> + <td> + <p> + <span class="i0"><a class="pagebreak" name="pagexviii" + id="pagexviii" title="xviii"></a>For I trust, if an enemy's fleet + came yonder round by the hill,</span> <span class="i0">And + the rushing battle-bolt sang from the three-decker out of the + foam,</span> <span class="i0">That the smooth-faced + snub-nosed rogue would leap from his counter and till,</span> + <span class="i0">And strike, if he could, were it but with his + cheating yard-wand, home.</span> + </p> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="right"> + <strong>Tennyson.</strong> + </td> + </tr> + </table> + </div> + <p class="central header"> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page1" id="page1" title="1"></a>LYRA HEROICA + </p> + <div class="poetry"> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_i">I</a></small><br />AGINCOURT + </h2> + <h3> + INTROIT + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i0">O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend</span> + <span class="i0">The brightest heaven of invention,</span> <span + class="i0">A kingdom for a stage, princes to act</span> <span + class="i0">And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!</span> <span + class="i0">Then should the warlike Harry, like himself,</span> + <span class="i0">Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels,</span> + <span class="i0">Leashed in like hounds, should Famine, Sword and Fire</span> + <span class="i0">Crouch for employment. But pardon, gentles all,</span> + <span class="i0">The flat unraisèd spirits that have dared</span> + <span class="i0">On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth</span> + <span class="i0">So great an object. Can this cockpit hold</span> + <span class="i0">The vasty fields of France? or may we cram</span> + <span class="i0">Within this wooden O the very casques</span> <span + class="i0">That did affright the air at Agincourt?</span> <span + class="i0">O pardon! since a crooked figure may</span> <span + class="i0">Attest in little place a million,</span> <span class="i0">And + let us, ciphers to this great accompt,</span> <span class="i0">On + your imaginary forces work.</span> <span class="i0">Suppose within + the girdle of these walls</span> <span class="i0">Are now confined + two mighty monarchies,</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page2" + id="page2" title="2"></a> <span class="i0">Whose high uprearèd + and abutting fronts</span> <span class="i0">The perilous narrow + ocean parts asunder:</span> <span class="i0">Piece out our + imperfections with your thoughts;</span> <span class="i0">Into a + thousand parts divide one man,</span> <span class="i0">And make + imaginary puissance;</span> <span class="i0">Think, when we talk of + horses, that you see them</span> <span class="i0">Printing their + proud hoofs i' the receiving earth;</span> <span class="i0">For + 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings,</span> <span + class="i0">Carry them here and there, jumping o'er times,</span> + <span class="i0">Turning the accomplishment of many years</span> + <span class="i0">Into an hour-glass.</span> + </p> + <h3> + INTERLUDE + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i0">Now all the youth of England are on fire,</span> + <span class="i0">And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies:</span> + <span class="i0">Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought</span> + <span class="i0">Reigns solely in the breast of every man:</span> + <span class="i0">They sell the pasture now to buy the horse,</span> + <span class="i0">Following the mirror of all Christian kings,</span> + <span class="i0">With wingèd heels, as English Mercuries:</span> + <span class="i0">For now sits Expectation in the air,</span> <span + class="i0">And hides a sword from hilts unto the point</span> <span + class="i0">With crowns imperial, crowns and coronets,</span> <span + class="i0">Promised to Harry and his followers.</span> <span + class="i0">The French, advised by good intelligence</span> <span + class="i0">Of this most dreadful preparation,</span> <span + class="i0">Shake in their fear, and with pale policy</span> <span + class="i0">Seek to divert the English purposes.</span> <span + class="i0">O England! model to thy inward greatness,</span> <span + class="i0">Like little body with a mighty heart,</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page3" id="page3" title="3"></a> <span class="i0">What + mightst thou do, that honour would thee do,</span> <span class="i0">Were + all thy children kind and natural!</span> <span class="i0">But see + thy fault: France hath in thee found out</span> <span class="i0">A + nest of hollow bosoms, which he fills</span> <span class="i0">With + treacherous crowns; and three corrupted men,</span> <span class="i0">One, + Richard Earl of Cambridge, and the second,</span> <span class="i0">Henry + Lord Scroop of Masham, and the third,</span> <span class="i0">Sir + Thomas Grey, knight, of Northumberland,</span> <span class="i0">Have + for the gilt of France—O guilt indeed!—</span> <span + class="i0">Confirmed conspiracy with fearful France;</span> <span + class="i0">And by their hands this grace of kings must die,</span> + <span class="i0">If hell and treason hold their promises,</span> + <span class="i0">Ere he take ship for France, and in Southampton!—</span> + </p> + <h3> + HARFLEUR + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i0">Thus with imagined wing our swift scene flies</span> + <span class="i0">In motion of no less celerity</span> <span + class="i0">Than that of thought. Suppose that you have seen</span> + <span class="i0">The well-appointed king at Hampton Pier</span> + <span class="i0">Embark his royalty, and his brave fleet</span> + <span class="i0">With silken streamers the young Phœbus fanning:</span> + <span class="i0">Play with your fancies, and in them behold</span> + <span class="i0">Upon the hempen tackle ship-boys climbing;</span> + <span class="i0">Hear the shrill whistle which doth order give</span> + <span class="i0">To sounds confused; behold the threaden sails,</span> + <span class="i0">Borne with the invisible and creeping wind</span> + <span class="i0">Draw the huge bottoms through the furrowed sea</span> + <span class="i0">Breasting the lofty surge. O, do but think</span> + <span class="i0">You stand upon the rivage and behold</span> <span + class="i0">A city on the inconstant billows dancing!</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page4" id="page4" title="4"></a> <span class="i0">For + so appears this fleet majestical,</span> <span class="i0">Holding + due course to Harfleur. Follow, follow:</span> <span class="i0">Grapple + your minds to sternage of this navy,</span> <span class="i0">And + leave your England, as dead midnight still,</span> <span class="i0">Guarded + with grandsires, babies and old women,</span> <span class="i0">Or + passed or not arrived to pith and puissance;</span> <span class="i0">For + who is he, whose chin is but enriched</span> <span class="i0">With + one appearing hair, that will not follow</span> <span class="i0">These + culled and choice-drawn cavaliers to France?</span> <span class="i0">Work, + work your thoughts, and therein see a siege:</span> <span class="i0">Behold + the ordnance on their carriages,</span> <span class="i0">With fatal + mouths gaping on girded Harfleur.</span> <span class="i0">Suppose + the ambassador from the French comes back;</span> <span class="i0">Tells + Harry that the king doth offer him</span> <span class="i0">Katharine + his daughter, and with her to dowry</span> <span class="i0">Some + petty and unprofitable dukedoms.</span> <span class="i0">The offer + likes not: and the nimble gunner</span> <span class="i0">With + linstock now the devilish cannon touches,</span> <span class="i0">And + down goes all before them!</span> + </p> + <h3> + THE EVE + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i0">Now entertain conjecture of a time</span> <span + class="i0">When creeping murmur and the poring dark</span> <span + class="i0">Fills the wide vessel of the universe.</span> <span + class="i0">From camp to camp through the foul womb of night</span> + <span class="i0">The hum of either army stilly sounds,</span> <span + class="i0">That the fixed sentinels almost receive</span> <span + class="i0">The secret whispers of each other's watch:</span> <span + class="i0">Fire answers fire, and through their paly flames</span> + <span class="i0">Each battle sees the other's umbered face;</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page5" id="page5" title="5"></a> <span + class="i0">Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs</span> + <span class="i0">Piercing the night's dull ear, and from the tents</span> + <span class="i0">The armourers, accomplishing the knights,</span> + <span class="i0">With busy hammers closing rivets up,</span> <span + class="i0">Give dreadful note of preparation.</span> <span + class="i0">The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll,</span> + <span class="i0">And the third hour of drowsy morning name.</span> + <span class="i0">Proud of their numbers and secure in soul,</span> + <span class="i0">The confident and over-lusty French</span> <span + class="i0">Do the low-rated English play at dice,</span> <span + class="i0">And chide the cripple, tardy-gaited night</span> <span + class="i0">Who like a foul and ugly witch doth limp</span> <span + class="i0">So tediously away. The poor condemnèd English,</span> + <span class="i0">Like sacrifices, by their watchful fires</span> + <span class="i0">Sit patiently and inly ruminate</span> <span + class="i0">The morning's danger, and their gesture sad,</span> + <span class="i0">Investing lank-lean cheeks and war-worn coats,</span> + <span class="i0">Presenteth them unto the gazing moon</span> <span + class="i0">So many horrid ghosts. O now, who will behold</span> + <span class="i0">The royal captain of this ruined band</span> <span + class="i0">Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent,</span> + <span class="i0">Let him cry ‘Praise and glory on his head!’</span> + <span class="i0">For forth he goes and visits all his host,</span> + <span class="i0">Bids them good-morrow with a modest smile,</span> + <span class="i0">And calls them brothers, friends, and countrymen.</span> + <span class="i0">Upon his royal face there is no note</span> <span + class="i0">How dread an army hath enrounded him;</span> <span + class="i0">Nor doth he dedicate one jot of colour</span> <span + class="i0">Unto the weary and all-watchèd night,</span> + <span class="i0">But freshly looks and over-bears attaint</span> + <span class="i0">With cheerful semblance and sweet majesty,</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page6" id="page6" title="6"></a> <span + class="i0">That every wretch, pining and pale before,</span> <span + class="i0">Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks.</span> + <span class="i0">A largess universal like the sun</span> <span + class="i0">His liberal eye doth give to every one,</span> <span + class="i0">Thawing cold fear, that mean and gentle all,</span> + <span class="i0">Behold, as may unworthiness define,</span> <span + class="i0">A little touch of Harry in the night—</span> <span + class="i0">And so our scene must to the battle fly.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Shakespeare.</i> + </p> + <h3> + THE BATTLE + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i0">Fair stood the wind for France,</span> <span + class="i0">When we our sails advance,</span> <span class="i0">Nor + now to prove our chance</span> <span class="i2"> Longer + will tarry;</span> <span class="i0">But putting to the main,</span> + <span class="i0">At Caux, the mouth of Seine,</span> <span + class="i0">With all his martial train,</span> <span class="i2"> Landed + King Harry.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And taking many a fort,</span> <span class="i0">Furnished + in warlike sort,</span> <span class="i0">Marched towards Agincourt</span> + <span class="i2"> In happy hour,</span> + <span class="i0">Skirmishing day by day</span> <span class="i0">With + those that stopped his way,</span> <span class="i0">Where the + French gen'ral lay</span> <span class="i2"> With + all his power:</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Which, in his height of pride,</span> <span + class="i0">King Henry to deride,</span> <span class="i0">His ransom + to provide</span> <span class="i2"> To the + king sending;</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page7" id="page7" + title="7"></a> <span class="i0">Which he neglects the while</span> + <span class="i0">As from a nation vile,</span> <span class="i0">Yet + with an angry smile</span> <span class="i2"> Their + fall portending.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And turning to his men,</span> <span class="i0">Quoth + our brave Henry then,</span> <span class="i0">‘Though they to + one be ten,</span> <span class="i2"> Be not + amazèd.</span> <span class="i0">Yet have we well begun,</span> + <span class="i0">Battles so bravely won</span> <span class="i0">Have + ever to the sun</span> <span class="i2"> By + fame been raisèd.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And for myself, quoth he,</span> <span class="i0">This + my full rest shall be:</span> <span class="i0">England ne'er mourn + for me,</span> <span class="i2"> Nor more + esteem me;</span> <span class="i0">Victor I will remain</span> + <span class="i0">Or on this earth lie slain;</span> <span class="i0">Never + shall she sustain</span> <span class="i2"> Loss + to redeem me.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Poitiers and Cressy tell,</span> <span class="i0">When + most their pride did swell,</span> <span class="i0">Under our + swords they fell;</span> <span class="i2"> No + less our skill is</span> <span class="i0">Than when our grandsire + great,</span> <span class="i0">Claiming the regal seat,</span> + <span class="i0">By many a warlike feat</span> <span class="i2"> Lopped + the French lilies.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page8" id="page8" title="8"></a> <span + class="i0">The Duke of York so dread</span> <span class="i0">The + eager vaward led;</span> <span class="i0">With the main Henry sped,</span> + <span class="i2"> Amongst his henchmen;</span> + <span class="i0">Excester had the rear,</span> <span class="i0">A + braver man not there:</span> <span class="i0">O Lord, how hot they + were</span> <span class="i2"> On the false + Frenchmen!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">They now to fight are gone,</span> <span class="i0">Armour + on armour shone,</span> <span class="i0">Drum now to drum did + groan,</span> <span class="i2"> To hear was + wonder;</span> <span class="i0">That with the cries they make</span> + <span class="i0">The very earth did shake,</span> <span class="i0">Trumpet + to trumpet spake,</span> <span class="i2"> Thunder + to thunder.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Well it thine age became,</span> <span class="i0">O + noble Erpingham,</span> <span class="i0">Which did the signal aim</span> + <span class="i2"> To our hid forces!</span> + <span class="i0">When from the meadow by,</span> <span class="i0">Like + a storm suddenly,</span> <span class="i0">The English archery</span> + <span class="i2"> Struck the French horses.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">With Spanish yew so strong,</span> <span class="i0">Arrows + a cloth-yard long,</span> <span class="i0">That like to serpents + stung,</span> <span class="i2"> Piercing the + weather;</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page9" id="page9" + title="9"></a> <span class="i0">None from his fellow starts,</span> + <span class="i0">But playing manly parts,</span> <span class="i0">And + like true English hearts</span> <span class="i2"> Stuck + close together.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">When down their bows they threw,</span> <span + class="i0">And forth their bilbos drew,</span> <span class="i0">And + on the French they flew,</span> <span class="i2"> Not + one was tardy;</span> <span class="i0">Arms were from shoulders + sent,</span> <span class="i0">Scalps to the teeth were rent,</span> + <span class="i0">Down the French peasants went;</span> <span + class="i2"> Our men were hardy.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">This while our noble king,</span> <span class="i0">His + broadsword brandishing,</span> <span class="i0">Down the French + host did ding</span> <span class="i2"> As to + o'erwhelm it,</span> <span class="i0">And many a deep wound lent,</span> + <span class="i0">His arms with blood besprent,</span> <span + class="i0">And many a cruel dent</span> <span class="i2"> Bruisèd + his helmet.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Glo'ster, that duke so good,</span> <span + class="i0">Next of the royal blood,</span> <span class="i0">For + famous England stood,</span> <span class="i2"> With + his brave brother;</span> <span class="i0">Clarence, in steel so + bright,</span> <span class="i0">Though but a maiden knight,</span> + <span class="i0">Yet in that furious fight</span> <span class="i2"> Scarce + such another!</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page10" id="page10" title="10"></a> <span + class="i0">Warwick in blood did wade,</span> <span class="i0">Oxford + the foe invade,</span> <span class="i0">And cruel slaughter made,</span> + <span class="i2"> Still as they ran up;</span> + <span class="i0">Suffolk his axe did ply,</span> <span class="i0">Beaumont + and Willoughby</span> <span class="i0">Bare them right doughtily,</span> + <span class="i2"> Ferrers and Fanhope.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Upon Saint Crispin's Day</span> <span class="i0">Fought + was this noble fray,</span> <span class="i0">Which fame did not + delay,</span> <span class="i2"> To England + to carry.</span> <span class="i0">O, when shall Englishmen</span> + <span class="i0">With such acts fill a pen,</span> <span class="i0">Or + England breed again</span> <span class="i2"> Such + a King Harry?</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Drayton.</i> + </p> + <h3> + AFTER + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i7"> Now + we bear the king</span> <span class="i0">Toward Calais: grant him + there; there seen,</span> <span class="i0">Heave him away upon your + wingèd thoughts</span> <span class="i0">Athwart the sea. + Behold, the English beach</span> <span class="i0">Pales in the + flood with men, with wives and boys,</span> <span class="i0">Whose + shouts and claps out-voice the deep-mouthed sea,</span> <span + class="i0">Which like a mighty whiffler 'fore the king</span> <span + class="i0">Seems to prepare his way: so let him land,</span> <span + class="i0">And solemnly see him set on to London.</span> <span + class="i0">So swift a pace hath thought that even now</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page11" id="page11" title="11"></a> <span + class="i0">You may imagine him upon Blackheath;</span> <span + class="i0">Where that his lords desire him to have borne</span> + <span class="i0">His bruisèd helmet and his bended sword</span> + <span class="i0">Before him through the city: he forbids it,</span> + <span class="i0">Being free from vainness and self-glorious pride,</span> + <span class="i0">Giving full trophy, signal and ostent,</span> + <span class="i0">Quite from himself to God. But now behold,</span> + <span class="i0">In the quick forge and working-house of thought,</span> + <span class="i0">How London doth pour out her citizens!</span> + <span class="i0">The mayor and all his brethren in best sort,</span> + <span class="i0">Like to the senators of the antique Rome,</span> + <span class="i0">With the plebeians swarming at their heels,</span> + <span class="i0">Go forth and fetch their conquering Cæsar in!</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Shakespeare.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_ii">II</a></small><br />LORD OF HIMSELF + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">How happy is he born or taught</span> <span + class="i1"> Who serveth not another's will;</span> <span + class="i0">Whose armour is his honest thought,</span> <span + class="i1"> And simple truth his highest skill;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Whose passions not his masters are;</span> <span + class="i1"> Whose soul is still prepared for death—</span> + <span class="i0">Not tied unto the world with care</span> <span + class="i1"> Of prince's ear or vulgar breath;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Who hath his ear from rumours freed;</span> <span + class="i1"> Whose conscience is his strong retreat;</span> + <span class="i0">Whose state can neither flatterers feed,</span> + <span class="i1"> Nor ruin make oppressors great;</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page12" id="page12" title="12"></a> <span + class="i0">Who envies none whom chance doth raise,</span> <span + class="i1"> Or vice; who never understood</span> <span + class="i0">How deepest wounds are given with praise,</span> <span + class="i1"> Nor rules of state but rules of good;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Who God doth late and early pray</span> <span + class="i1"> More of his grace than gifts to lend,</span> + <span class="i0">And entertains the harmless day</span> <span + class="i1"> With a well-chosen book or friend—</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">This man is free from servile bands</span> <span + class="i1"> Of hope to rise or fear to fall:</span> + <span class="i0">Lord of himself, though not of lands,</span> <span + class="i1"> And, having nothing, yet hath all.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Wotton.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_iii">III</a></small><br />TRUE BALM + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i2"> High-spirited friend,</span> + <span class="i0">I send nor balms nor corsives to your wound;</span> + <span class="i2"> Your faith hath found</span> + <span class="i0">A gentler and more agile hand to tend</span> <span + class="i0">The cure of that which is but corporal,</span> <span + class="i0">And doubtful days, which were named critical,</span> + <span class="i2"> Have made their fairest flight</span> + <span class="i2"> And now are out of sight.</span> + <span class="i0">Yet doth some wholesome physic for the mind,</span> + <span class="i4"> Wrapped + in this paper lie,</span> <span class="i0">Which in the taking if + you misapply</span> <span class="i4"> You + are unkind.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page13" id="page13" title="13"></a> <span + class="i2"> Your covetous hand,</span> <span + class="i0">Happy in that fair honour it hath gained,</span> <span + class="i2"> Must now be reined.</span> <span + class="i0">True valour doth her own renown commend</span> <span + class="i0">In one full action; nor have you now more</span> <span + class="i0">To do than be a husband of that store.</span> <span + class="i2"> Think but how dear you bought</span> + <span class="i2"> This same which you have caught—</span> + <span class="i0">Such thoughts will make you more in love with truth</span> + <span class="i4"> 'Tis + wisdom, and that high,</span> <span class="i0">For men to use their + fortune reverently,</span> <span class="i4"> Even + in youth.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Jonson.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_iii">IV</a></small><br />HONOUR IN BUD + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">It is not growing like a tree</span> <span + class="i0">In bulk doth make man better be:</span> <span class="i3"> A + lily of a day</span> <span class="i3"> Is + fairer far in May:</span> <span class="i0">Although it fall and die + that night,</span> <span class="i0">It was the plant and flower of + light.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Jonson.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_v">V</a></small><br />THE JOY OF BATTLE + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Arm, arm, arm, arm! the scouts are all come in;</span> + <span class="i0">Keep your ranks close, and now your honours win.</span> + <span class="i0">Behold from yonder hill the foe appears;</span> + <span class="i0">Bows, bills, glaives, arrows, shields, and spears!</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page14" id="page14" title="14"></a> <span + class="i0">Like a dark wood he comes, or tempest pouring;</span> + <span class="i0">O view the wings of horse the meadows scouring!</span> + <span class="i0">The vanguard marches bravely. Hark, the drums!</span> + <span class="i15"> Dub, + dub!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">They meet, they meet, and now the battle comes:</span> + <span class="i5"> See + how the arrows fly</span> <span class="i5"> That + darken all the sky!</span> <span class="i5"> Hark + how the trumpets sound!</span> <span class="i5"> Hark + how the hills rebound—</span> <span class="i11"> Tara, + tara, tara, tara, tara!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Hark how the horses charge! in, boys! boys, in!</span> + <span class="i0">The battle totters; now the wounds begin:</span> + <span class="i5"> O + how they cry!</span> <span class="i5"> O + how they die!</span> <span class="i0">Room for the valiant Memnon, + armed with thunder!</span> <span class="i2"> See + how he breaks the ranks asunder!</span> <span class="i0">They fly! + they fly! Eumenes has the chase,</span> <span class="i0">And brave + Polybius makes good his place:</span> <span class="i5"> To + the plains, to the woods,</span> <span class="i5"> To + the rocks, to the floods,</span> <span class="i0">They fly for + succour. Follow, follow, follow!</span> <span class="i0">Hark how + the soldiers hollow!</span> <span class="i19"> Hey, + hey!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i5"> Brave + Diocles is dead,</span> <span class="i5"> And + all his soldiers fled;</span> <span class="i5"> The + battle's won, and lost,</span> <span class="i5"> That + many a life hath cost.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Fletcher.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page15" id="page15" title="15"></a><small><a + href="#note_vi">VI</a></small><br />IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Mortality, behold and fear!</span> <span class="i0">What + a change of flesh is here!</span> <span class="i0">Think how many + royal bones</span> <span class="i0">Sleep beneath this heap of + stones!</span> <span class="i0">Here they lie had realms and lands,</span> + <span class="i0">Who now want strength to stir their hands.</span> + <span class="i0">Here from their pulpits sealed with dust</span> + <span class="i0">They preach, ‘In greatness is no trust.’</span> + <span class="i0">Here is an acre sown indeed</span> <span class="i0">With + the richest, royall'st seed</span> <span class="i0">That the earth + did e'er suck in,</span> <span class="i0">Since the first man died + for sin.</span> <span class="i0">Here the bones of birth have + cried,</span> <span class="i0">‘Though gods they were, as men + they died.’</span> <span class="i0">Here are sands, ignoble + things,</span> <span class="i0">Dropt from the ruined sides of + kings.</span> <span class="i0">Here's a world of pomp and state,</span> + <span class="i0">Buried in dust, once dead by fate.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Beaumont.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_vii">VII</a></small><br />GOING A-MAYING + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Get up, get up for shame! The blooming morn</span> + <span class="i0">Upon her wings presents the god unshorn:</span> + <span class="i2"> See how Aurora throws her fair</span> + <span class="i2"> Fresh-quilted colours through + the air:</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page16" id="page16" + title="16"></a> <span class="i2"> Get up, sweet + slug-a-bed, and see</span> <span class="i2"> The + dew-bespangled herb and tree!</span> <span class="i0">Each flower + has wept and bowed toward the east,</span> <span class="i0">Above + an hour since, yet you not drest,</span> <span class="i2"> Nay, + not so much as out of bed?</span> <span class="i2"> When + all the birds have matins said,</span> <span class="i2"> And + sung their thankful hymns, 'tis sin,</span> <span class="i2"> Nay, + profanation, to keep in,</span> <span class="i0">Whenas a thousand + virgins on this day</span> <span class="i0">Spring sooner than the + lark to fetch in May.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Rise, and put on your foliage, and be seen</span> + <span class="i0">To come forth like the spring-time fresh and green,</span> + <span class="i2"> And sweet as Flora. Take no + care</span> <span class="i2"> For jewels for + your gown or hair:</span> <span class="i2"> Fear + not; the leaves will strew</span> <span class="i2"> Gems + in abundance upon you:</span> <span class="i0">Besides, the + childhood of the day has kept,</span> <span class="i0">Against you + come, some orient pearls unwept.</span> <span class="i2"> Come, + and receive them while the light</span> <span class="i2"> Hangs + on the dew-locks of the night,</span> <span class="i2"> And + Titan on the eastern hill</span> <span class="i2"> Retires + himself, or else stands still</span> <span class="i0">Till you come + forth! Wash, dress, be brief in praying:</span> <span class="i0">Few + beads are best when once we go a-Maying.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Come, my Corinna, come; and coming, mark</span> + <span class="i0">How each field turns a street, each street a park,</span> + <span class="i2"> Made green and trimmed with + trees! see how</span> <span class="i2"> Devotion + gives each house a bough</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page17" + id="page17" title="17"></a> <span class="i2"> Or + branch! each porch, each door, ere this,</span> <span class="i2"> An + ark, a tabernacle is,</span> <span class="i0">Made up of + white-thorn neatly interwove,</span> <span class="i0">As if here + were those cooler shades of love.</span> <span class="i2"> Can + such delights be in the street</span> <span class="i2"> And + open fields, and we not see 't?</span> <span class="i2"> Come, + we'll abroad: and let's obey</span> <span class="i2"> The + proclamation made for May,</span> <span class="i0">And sin no more, + as we have done, by staying,</span> <span class="i0">But, my + Corinna, come, let's go a-Maying.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">There's not a budding boy or girl this day,</span> + <span class="i0">But is got up and gone to bring in May.</span> + <span class="i2"> A deal of youth ere this is + come</span> <span class="i2"> Back and with + white-thorn laden home.</span> <span class="i2"> Some + have despatched their cakes and cream,</span> <span class="i2"> Before + that we have left to dream:</span> <span class="i0">And some have + wept and wooed, and plighted troth,</span> <span class="i0">And + chose their priest, ere we can cast off sloth:</span> <span + class="i2"> Many a green-gown has been given,</span> + <span class="i2"> Many a kiss, both odd and even:</span> + <span class="i2"> Many a glance too has been sent</span> + <span class="i2"> From out the eye, love's + firmament:</span> <span class="i0">Many a jest told of the keys + betraying</span> <span class="i0">This night, and locks picked: yet + we're not a-Maying.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Come, let us go, while we are in our prime,</span> + <span class="i0">And take the harmless folly of the time!</span> + <span class="i2"> We shall grow old apace, and + die</span> <span class="i2"> Before we know + our liberty.</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page18" id="page18" + title="18"></a> <span class="i2"> Our life is + short, and our days run</span> <span class="i2"> As + fast away as does the sun.</span> <span class="i0">And, as a vapour + or a drop of rain,</span> <span class="i0">Once lost can ne'er be + found again,</span> <span class="i2"> So + when or you or I are made</span> <span class="i2"> A + fable, song, or fleeting shade,</span> <span class="i2"> All + love, all liking, all delight,</span> <span class="i2"> Lies + drowned with us in endless night.</span> <span class="i0">Then, + while time serves, and we are but decaying,</span> <span class="i0">Come, + my Corinna, come, let's go a-Maying.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Herrick.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_vii">VIII</a></small><br />TO ANTHEA<small>WHO + MAY COMMAND HIM ANYTHING</small> + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Bid me to live, and I will live</span> <span + class="i1"> Thy Protestant to be;</span> <span class="i0">Or + bid me love and I will give</span> <span class="i1"> A + loving heart to thee.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">A heart as soft, a heart as kind,</span> <span + class="i1"> A heart as sound and free,</span> <span + class="i0">As in the whole world thou canst find,</span> <span + class="i1"> That heart I'll give to thee.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Bid that heart stay, and it will stay</span> <span + class="i1"> To honour thy decree;</span> <span class="i0">Or + bid it languish quite away,</span> <span class="i1"> And + 't shall do so for thee.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Bid me to weep, and I will weep</span> <span + class="i1"> While I have eyes to see;</span> <span + class="i0">And, having none, yet I will keep</span> <span class="i1"> A + heart to weep for thee.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page19" id="page19" title="19"></a> <span + class="i0">Bid me despair, and I'll despair</span> <span class="i1"> Under + that cypress-tree;</span> <span class="i0">Or bid me die, and I + will dare</span> <span class="i1"> E'en death to die for + thee.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Thou art my life, my love, my heart,</span> <span + class="i1"> The very eyes of me,</span> <span class="i0">And + hast command of every part,</span> <span class="i1"> To + live and die for thee.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Herrick.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_ix">IX</a></small><br />MEMENTO MORI + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright—</span> + <span class="i0">The bridal of the earth and sky—</span> + <span class="i0">The dew shall weep thy fall to-night,</span> <span + class="i4"> For thou must + die.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave,</span> + <span class="i0">Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye,</span> <span + class="i0">Thy root is ever in its grave,</span> <span class="i4"> And + thou must die.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,</span> + <span class="i0">A box where sweets compacted lie,</span> <span + class="i0">My music shows ye have your closes,</span> <span + class="i4"> And all must + die.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Only a sweet and virtuous soul</span> <span + class="i0">Like seasoned timber never gives,</span> <span class="i0">But, + though the whole world turn to coal,</span> <span class="i4"> Then + chiefly lives.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Herbert.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page20" id="page20" title="20"></a><small><a + href="#note_x">X</a></small><br />THE KING OF KINGS + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">The glories of our birth and state</span> <span + class="i1"> Are shadows, not substantial things:</span> + <span class="i0">There is no armour against fate:</span> <span + class="i1"> Death lays his icy hand on kings:</span> + <span class="i4"> Sceptre + and crown</span> <span class="i4"> Must + tumble down,</span> <span class="i0">And in the dust be equal made</span> + <span class="i0">With the poor crookèd scythe and spade.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Some men with swords may reap the field,</span> + <span class="i1"> And plant fresh laurels when they kill,</span> + <span class="i0">But their strong nerves at last must yield:</span> + <span class="i1"> They tame but one another still.</span> + <span class="i4"> Early + or late</span> <span class="i4"> They + stoop to fate,</span> <span class="i0">And must give up their + murmuring breath</span> <span class="i0">When they, pale captives, + creep to death.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The garlands wither on their brow—</span> + <span class="i1"> Then boast no more your mighty deeds!</span> + <span class="i0">Upon Death's purple altar now</span> <span + class="i1"> See where the victor-victim bleeds!</span> + <span class="i4"> All + heads must come</span> <span class="i4"> To + the cold tomb:</span> <span class="i0">Only the actions of the just</span> + <span class="i0">Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Shirley.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page21" id="page21" title="21"></a><small><a + href="#note_xi">XI</a></small><br />LYCIDAS + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more,</span> + <span class="i0">Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere,</span> + <span class="i0">I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude,</span> + <span class="i0">And with forced fingers rude</span> <span + class="i0">Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.</span> + <span class="i0">Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear,</span> + <span class="i0">Compels me to disturb your season due:</span> + <span class="i0">For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime,</span> + <span class="i0">Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer:</span> + <span class="i0">Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew</span> + <span class="i0">Himself to sing and build the lofty rhyme.</span> + <span class="i0">He must not float upon his watery bier</span> + <span class="i0">Unwept, and welter to the parching wind,</span> + <span class="i0">Without the meed of some melodious tear.</span> + <span class="i1"> Begin, then, sisters of the sacred well,</span> + <span class="i0">That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring;</span> + <span class="i0">Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string;</span> + <span class="i0">Hence with denial vain, and coy excuse:</span> + <span class="i0">So may some gentle Muse</span> <span class="i0">With + lucky words favour my destined urn,</span> <span class="i0">And, as + he passes, turn</span> <span class="i0">And bid fair peace be to my + sable shroud!</span> <span class="i1"> For we were + nursed upon the selfsame hill,</span> <span class="i0">Fed the same + flock by fountain, shade, and rill.</span> <span class="i0">Together + both, ere the high lawns appeared</span> <span class="i0">Under the + opening eyelids of the morn,</span> <span class="i0">We drove + afield, and both together heard</span> <span class="i0">What time + the grey-fly winds her sultry horn</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page22" id="page22" title="22"></a> <span class="i0">Battening our + flocks with the fresh dews of night,</span> <span class="i0">Oft + till the star that rose at evening bright</span> <span class="i0">Towards + heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel.</span> <span + class="i0">Meanwhile the rural ditties were not mute,</span> <span + class="i0">Tempered to the oaten flute;</span> <span class="i0">Rough + satyrs danced, and fauns with cloven heel</span> <span class="i0">From + the glad sound would not be absent long;</span> <span class="i0">And + old Damœtas loved to hear our song.</span> <span class="i1"> But + O the heavy change, now thou art gone,</span> <span class="i0">Now + thou art gone, and never must return!</span> <span class="i0">Thee, + Shepherd, thee the woods, and desert caves</span> <span class="i0">With + wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown,</span> <span class="i0">And + all their echoes, mourn.</span> <span class="i0">The willows and + the hazel copses green</span> <span class="i0">Shall now no more be + seen</span> <span class="i0">Fanning their joyous leaves to thy + soft lays,</span> <span class="i0">As killing as the canker to the + rose,</span> <span class="i0">Or taint-worm to the weanling herds + that graze,</span> <span class="i0">Or frost to flowers that their + gay wardrobe wear</span> <span class="i0">When first the + white-thorn blows,</span> <span class="i0">Such, Lycidas, thy loss + to Shepherds' ear.</span> <span class="i1"> Where were + ye, Nymphs, when the remorseless deep</span> <span class="i0">Closed + o'er the head of your loved Lycidas?</span> <span class="i0">For + neither were ye playing on the steep</span> <span class="i0">Where + your old bards, the famous Druids, lie,</span> <span class="i0">Nor + on the shaggy top of Mona high,</span> <span class="i0">Nor yet + where Deva spreads her wizard stream:</span> <span class="i0">Ay + me! I fondly dream</span> <span class="i0">‘Had ye been + there,’ ... for what could that have done?</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page23" id="page23" title="23"></a> <span + class="i0">What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore,</span> + <span class="i0">The Muse herself, for her enchanting son</span> + <span class="i0">Whom universal nature did lament,</span> <span + class="i0">When by the rout that made the hideous roar</span> <span + class="i0">His gory visage down the stream was sent,</span> <span + class="i0">Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?</span> <span + class="i1"> Alas! what boots it with incessant care</span> + <span class="i0">To tend the homely slighted shepherd's trade,</span> + <span class="i0">And strictly meditate the thankless Muse?</span> + <span class="i0">Were it not better done, as others use,</span> + <span class="i0">To sport with Amaryllis in the shade</span> <span + class="i0">Or with the tangles of Neæra's hair?</span> <span + class="i0">Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise</span> + <span class="i0">(That last infirmity of noble mind)</span> <span + class="i0">To scorn delights and live laborious days;</span> <span + class="i0">But the fair guerdon when we hope to find,</span> <span + class="i0">And think to burst out into sudden blaze,</span> <span + class="i0">Comes the blind Fury with the abhorrèd shears,</span> + <span class="i0">And slits the thin-spun life. ‘But not the + praise,’</span> <span class="i0">Phœbus replied, and + touched my trembling ears:</span> <span class="i0">‘Fame is + no plant that grows on mortal soil,</span> <span class="i0">Nor in + the glistering foil</span> <span class="i0">Set off to the world + nor in broad rumour lies,</span> <span class="i0">But lives and + spreads aloft by those pure eyes</span> <span class="i0">And + perfect witness of all-judging Jove;</span> <span class="i0">As he + pronounces lastly on each deed,</span> <span class="i0">Of so much + fame in heaven expect thy meed.’</span> <span class="i1"> O + fountain Arethuse, and thou honoured flood,</span> <span class="i0">Smooth-sliding + Mincius, crowned with vocal reeds,</span> <span class="i0">That + strain I heard was of a higher mood!</span> <span class="i0">But + now my oat proceeds,</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page24" + id="page24" title="24"></a> <span class="i0">And listens to the Herald + of the Sea</span> <span class="i0">That came in Neptune's plea.</span> + <span class="i0">He asked the waves, and asked the felon winds,</span> + <span class="i0">What hard mishap hath doomed this gentle swain?</span> + <span class="i0">And questioned every gust of rugged wings</span> + <span class="i0">That blows from off each beakèd promontory:</span> + <span class="i0">They knew not of his story,</span> <span class="i0">And + sage Hippotades their answer brings,</span> <span class="i0">That + not a blast was from his dungeon strayed:</span> <span class="i0">The + air was calm, and on the level brine</span> <span class="i0">Sleek + Panope with all her sisters played.</span> <span class="i0">It was + that fatal and perfidious bark,</span> <span class="i0">Built in + the eclipse and rigged with curses dark,</span> <span class="i0">That + sunk so low that sacred head of thine.</span> <span class="i1"> Next, + Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow,</span> <span class="i0">His + mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge,</span> <span class="i0">Inwrought + with figures dim, and on the edge</span> <span class="i0">Like to + that sanguine flower inscribed with woe.</span> <span class="i0">‘Ah! + who hath reft,’ quoth he, ‘my dearest pledge?’</span> + <span class="i0">Last came, and last did go,</span> <span class="i0">The + Pilot of the Galilean Lake;</span> <span class="i0">Two massy keys + he bore of metals twain</span> <span class="i0">(The golden opes, + the iron shuts amain).</span> <span class="i0">He shook his mitred + locks, and stern bespake:</span> <span class="i0">‘How well + could I have spared for thee, young swain,</span> <span class="i0">Enow + of such as for their bellies' sake</span> <span class="i0">Creep, + and intrude, and climb into the fold!</span> <span class="i0">Of + other care they little reckoning make</span> <span class="i0">Than + how to scramble at the shearers' feast,</span> <span class="i0">And + shove away the worthy bidden guest;</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page25" id="page25" title="25"></a> <span class="i0">Blind mouths! + that scarce themselves know how to hold</span> <span class="i0">A + sheep-hook, or have learnt aught else the least</span> <span + class="i0">That to the faithful herdman's art belongs!</span> <span + class="i0">What recks it them? What need they? They are sped;</span> + <span class="i0">And, when they list, their lean and flashy songs</span> + <span class="i0">Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw;</span> + <span class="i0">The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed,</span> + <span class="i0">But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw,</span> + <span class="i0">Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread:</span> + <span class="i0">Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw</span> + <span class="i0">Daily devours apace, and nothing said:</span> + <span class="i0">But that two-handed engine at the door</span> + <span class="i0">Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.’</span> + <span class="i1"> Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past</span> + <span class="i0">That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse,</span> + <span class="i0">And call the vales, and bid them hither cast</span> + <span class="i0">Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.</span> + <span class="i0">Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use</span> + <span class="i0">Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks,</span> + <span class="i0">On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks;</span> + <span class="i0">Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes</span> + <span class="i0">That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers,</span> + <span class="i0">And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.</span> + <span class="i0">Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies,</span> + <span class="i0">The tufted crow-toe and pale jessamine,</span> + <span class="i0">The white pink and the pansy freaked with jet,</span> + <span class="i0">The glowing violet,</span> <span class="i0">The + musk-rose and the well-attired woodbine,</span> <span class="i0">With + cowslips wan that hang the pensive head,</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page26" id="page26" title="26"></a> <span class="i0">And every + flower that sad embroidery wears:</span> <span class="i0">Bid + Amaranthus all his beauty shed,</span> <span class="i0">And + daffadillies fill their cups with tears,</span> <span class="i0">To + strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.</span> <span class="i0">For, + so to interpose a little ease,</span> <span class="i0">Let our + frail thoughts dally with false surmise;</span> <span class="i0">Ay + me! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas</span> <span class="i0">Wash + far away, where'er thy bones are hurled;</span> <span class="i0">Whether + beyond the stormy Hebrides,</span> <span class="i0">Where thou + perhaps under the whelming tide</span> <span class="i0">Visit'st + the bottom of the monstrous world;</span> <span class="i0">Or + whether thou, to our moist vows denied,</span> <span class="i0">Sleep'st + by the fable of Bellerus old,</span> <span class="i0">Where the + great vision of the guarded mount</span> <span class="i0">Looks + toward Namancos and Bayona's hold;</span> <span class="i0">Look + homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth:</span> <span class="i0">And, + O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.</span> <span class="i1"> Weep + no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more,</span> <span class="i0">For + Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead,</span> <span class="i0">Sunk + though he be beneath the watery floor.</span> <span class="i0">So + sinks the day-star in the ocean bed,</span> <span class="i0">And + yet anon repairs his drooping head,</span> <span class="i0">And + tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore</span> <span class="i0">Flames + in the forehead of the morning sky:</span> <span class="i0">So + Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high,</span> <span class="i0">Through + the dear might of Him that walked the waves,</span> <span class="i0">Where, + other groves and other streams along,</span> <span class="i0">With + nectar pure his oozy locks he laves,</span> <span class="i0">And + hears the unexpressive nuptial song,</span> <span class="i0">In the + blest kingdoms meek of joy and love</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page27" id="page27" title="27"></a> <span class="i0">There + entertain him all the Saints above,</span> <span class="i0">In + solemn troops and sweet societies</span> <span class="i0">That + sing, and singing in their glory move,</span> <span class="i0">And + wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.</span> <span class="i0">Now, + Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more;</span> <span class="i0">Henceforth + thou art the genius of the shore</span> <span class="i0">In thy + large recompense, and shalt be good</span> <span class="i0">To all + that wander in that perilous flood.</span> <span class="i1"> Thus + sang the uncouth swain to the oaks and rills,</span> <span + class="i0">While the still morn went out with sandals grey;</span> + <span class="i0">He touched the tender stops of various quills,</span> + <span class="i0">With eager thought warbling his Doric lay:</span> + <span class="i0">And now the sun had stretched out all the hills,</span> + <span class="i0">And now was dropt into the western bay:</span> + <span class="i0">At last he rose, and twitched his mantle blue;</span> + <span class="i0">To-morrow to fresh woods and pastures new.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Milton.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xii">XII</a></small><br />ARMS AND THE MUSE<small>WHEN + THE ASSAULT WAS INTENDED ON THE CITY</small> + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Captain, or Colonel, or Knight in Arms,</span> + <span class="i0">Whose chance on these defenceless doors may seize,</span> + <span class="i0">If deed of honour did thee ever please,</span> + <span class="i0">Guard them, and him within protect from harms.</span> + <span class="i0">He can requite thee; for he knows the charms</span> + <span class="i0">That call fame on such gentle acts as these,</span> + <span class="i0">And he can spread thy name o'er land and seas,</span> + <span class="i0">Whatever clime the sun's bright circle warms.</span> + <span class="i0">Lift not thy spear against the Muses' bower:</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page28" id="page28" title="28"></a> <span + class="i0">The great Emanthian conqueror bid spare</span> <span + class="i0">The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower</span> + <span class="i0">Went to the ground; and the repeated air</span> + <span class="i0">Of sad Electra's poet had the power</span> <span + class="i0">To save the Athenian walls from ruin bare.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Milton.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xiii">XIII</a></small><br />TO THE LORD GENERAL + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud</span> + <span class="i0">Not of war only, but detractions rude,</span> + <span class="i0">Guided by faith and matchless fortitude,</span> + <span class="i0">To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed,</span> + <span class="i0">And on the neck of crownèd Fortune proud</span> + <span class="i0">Hast reared God's trophies, and his work pursued,</span> + <span class="i0">While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued,</span> + <span class="i0">And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud,</span> + <span class="i0">And Worcester's laureate wreath: yet much remains</span> + <span class="i0">To conquer still; peace hath her victories</span> + <span class="i0">No less renowned than war: new foes arise,</span> + <span class="i0">Threatening to bind our souls with secular chains.</span> + <span class="i0">Help us to save free conscience from the paw</span> + <span class="i0">Of hireling wolves whose gospel is their maw.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Milton.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xiv">XIV</a></small><br />THE LATE MASSACRE IN + PIEDMONT + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones</span> + <span class="i0">Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold;</span> + <span class="i0">Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old,</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page29" id="page29" title="29"></a> <span + class="i0">When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones,</span> + <span class="i0">Forget not: in thy book record their groans</span> + <span class="i0">Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold</span> + <span class="i0">Slain by the bloody Piedmontese that rolled</span> + <span class="i0">Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans</span> + <span class="i0">The vales redoubled to the hills, and they</span> + <span class="i0">To heaven. Their martyred blood and ashes sow</span> + <span class="i0">O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway</span> + <span class="i0">The triple Tyrant; that from these may grow</span> + <span class="i0">A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way,</span> + <span class="i0">Early may fly the Babylonian woe.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Milton.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xv">XV</a></small><br />ON HIS BLINDNESS + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">When I consider how my light is spent</span> <span + class="i0">Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,</span> + <span class="i0">And that one talent which is death to hide</span> + <span class="i0">Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent</span> + <span class="i0">To serve therewith my Maker, and present</span> + <span class="i0">My true account, lest He, returning, chide;</span> + <span class="i0">‘Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?’</span> + <span class="i0">I fondly ask: but patience, to prevent</span> + <span class="i0">That murmur soon replies: ‘God doth not need</span> + <span class="i0">Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best</span> + <span class="i0">Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state</span> + <span class="i0">Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed,</span> + <span class="i0">And post o'er land and ocean without rest;</span> + <span class="i0">They also serve who only stand and wait.’</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Milton.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page30" id="page30" title="30"></a><small><a + href="#note_xvi">XVI</a></small><br />EYELESS AT GAZA + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i1"> This, this is he; softly a while;</span> + <span class="i0">Let us not break in upon him.</span> <span + class="i0">O change beyond report, thought, or belief!</span> <span + class="i0">See how he lies at random, carelessly diffused</span> + <span class="i0">With languished head unpropt,</span> <span + class="i0">As one past hope, abandonèd,</span> <span + class="i0">And by himself given over,</span> <span class="i0">In + slavish habit, ill-fitted weeds</span> <span class="i0">O'er-worn + and soiled.</span> <span class="i0">Or do my eyes misrepresent? Can + this be he,</span> <span class="i0">That heroic, that renowned,</span> + <span class="i0">Irresistible Samson? whom unarmed</span> <span + class="i0">No strength of man or fiercest wild beast could withstand;</span> + <span class="i0">Who tore the lion, as the lion tears the kid;</span> + <span class="i0">Ran on embattled armies clad in iron,</span> <span + class="i0">And, weaponless himself,</span> <span class="i0">Made + arms ridiculous, useless the forgery</span> <span class="i0">Of + brazen shield and spear, the hammered cuirass,</span> <span + class="i0">Chalybean-tempered steel, and frock of mail</span> <span + class="i0">Adamantéan proof: But safest he who stood aloof,</span> + <span class="i0">When insupportably his foot advanced,</span> <span + class="i0">In scorn of their proud arms and warlike tools,</span> + <span class="i0">Spurned them to death by troops. The bold Ascalonite</span> + <span class="i0">Fled from his lion ramp; old warriors turned</span> + <span class="i0">Their plated backs under his heel,</span> <span + class="i0">Or grovelling soiled their crested helmets in the dust.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Milton.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page31" id="page31" title="31"></a><small><a + href="#note_xvi">XVII</a></small><br />OUT OF ADVERSITY + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i1"> O how comely it is, and how reviving</span> + <span class="i0">To the spirits of just men long oppressed,</span> + <span class="i0">When God into the hands of their deliverer</span> + <span class="i0">Puts invincible might</span> <span class="i0">To + quell the mighty of the earth, the oppressor,</span> <span + class="i0">The brute and boisterous force of violent men,</span> + <span class="i0">Hardy and industrious to support</span> <span + class="i0">Tyrannic power, but raging to pursue</span> <span + class="i0">The righteous and all such as honour truth!</span> <span + class="i0">He all their ammunition</span> <span class="i0">And + feats of war defeats,</span> <span class="i0">With plain heroic + magnitude of mind</span> <span class="i0">And celestial vigour + armed;</span> <span class="i0">Their armouries and magazines + contemns,</span> <span class="i0">Renders them useless, while</span> + <span class="i0">With wingèd expedition</span> <span + class="i0">Swift as the lightning glance he executes</span> <span + class="i0">His errand on the wicked, who, surprised,</span> <span + class="i0">Lose their defence, distracted and amazed.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Milton.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xviii">XVIII</a></small><br />HEROIC LOVE + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">My dear and only love, I pray</span> <span + class="i1"> That little world of thee</span> <span + class="i0">Be governed by no other sway</span> <span class="i1"> But + purest monarchy;</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page32" + id="page32" title="32"></a> <span class="i0">For if confusion have a + part,</span> <span class="i1"> Which virtuous souls + abhor,</span> <span class="i0">And hold a synod in thy heart,</span> + <span class="i1"> I'll never love thee more.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Like Alexander I will reign,</span> <span + class="i1"> And I will reign alone:</span> <span + class="i0">My thoughts did evermore disdain</span> <span class="i1"> A + rival on my throne.</span> <span class="i0">He either fears his + fate too much,</span> <span class="i1"> Or his deserts + are small,</span> <span class="i0">Who dares not put it to the + touch,</span> <span class="i1"> To gain or lose it all.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But, if thou wilt prove faithful then</span> <span + class="i1"> And constant of thy word,</span> <span + class="i0">I'll make thee glorious by my pen,</span> <span + class="i1"> And famous by my sword;</span> <span + class="i0">I'll serve thee in such noble ways</span> <span + class="i1"> Was never heard before;</span> <span + class="i0">I'll crown and deck thee all with bays</span> <span + class="i1"> And love thee more and more.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Montrose.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xix">XIX</a></small><br />GOING TO THE WARS + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind,</span> <span + class="i1"> That from the nunnery</span> <span class="i0">Of + thy chaste breast and quiet mind</span> <span class="i1"> To + war and arms I fly.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page33" id="page33" title="33"></a> <span + class="i0">True, a new mistress now I chase,</span> <span class="i1"> The + first foe in the field,</span> <span class="i0">And with a stronger + faith embrace</span> <span class="i1"> A sword, a horse, + a shield.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Yet this inconstancy is such</span> <span + class="i1"> As you too shall adore:</span> <span + class="i0">I could not love thee, Dear, so much</span> <span + class="i1"> Loved I not Honour more.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Lovelace.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xix">XX</a></small><br />FROM PRISON + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">When Love with unconfinèd wings</span> + <span class="i1"> Hovers within my gates,</span> <span + class="i0">And my divine Althea brings</span> <span class="i1"> To + whisper at the grates;</span> <span class="i0">When I lie tangled + in her hair</span> <span class="i1"> And fettered to her + eye,</span> <span class="i0">The Gods that wanton in the air</span> + <span class="i1"> Know no such liberty.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">When flowing cups run swiftly round</span> <span + class="i1"> With no allaying Thames,</span> <span + class="i0">Our careless heads with roses crowned,</span> <span + class="i1"> Our hearts with loyal flames;</span> <span + class="i0">When thirsty grief in wine we steep,</span> <span + class="i1"> When healths and draughts go free,</span> + <span class="i0">Fishes that tipple in the deep</span> <span + class="i1"> Know no such liberty.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page34" id="page34" title="34"></a> <span + class="i0">When, linnet-like confinèd, I</span> <span + class="i1"> With shriller throat shall sing</span> <span + class="i0">The sweetness, mercy, majesty,</span> <span class="i1"> And + glories of my King;</span> <span class="i0">When I shall voice + aloud how good</span> <span class="i1"> He is, how great + should be,</span> <span class="i0">Enlargèd winds that curl + the flood</span> <span class="i1"> Know no such liberty.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Stone walls do not a prison make,</span> <span + class="i1"> Nor iron bars a cage;</span> <span class="i0">Minds + innocent and quiet take</span> <span class="i1"> That + for an hermitage:</span> <span class="i0">If I have freedom in my + love</span> <span class="i1"> And in my soul am free,</span> + <span class="i0">Angels alone that soar above</span> <span + class="i1"> Enjoy such liberty.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Lovelace.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xxi">XXI</a></small><br />TWO KINGS + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">The forward youth that would appear</span> <span + class="i0">Must now forsake his Muses dear,</span> <span class="i2"> Nor + in the shadows sing</span> <span class="i2"> His + numbers languishing.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">'Tis time to leave the books in dust,</span> <span + class="i0">And oil the unusèd armour's rust,</span> <span + class="i2"> Removing from the wall</span> + <span class="i2"> The corselet of the hall.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page35" id="page35" title="35"></a> <span + class="i0">So restless Cromwell could not cease</span> <span + class="i0">In the inglorious arts of peace,</span> <span class="i2"> But + through adventurous war</span> <span class="i2"> Urgèd + his active star;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And, like the three-forked lightning, first</span> + <span class="i0">Breaking the clouds where it was nurst,</span> + <span class="i2"> Did thorough his own side</span> + <span class="i2"> His fiery way divide;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">For 'tis all one to courage high,</span> <span + class="i0">The emulous or enemy,</span> <span class="i2"> And + with such to inclose</span> <span class="i2"> Is + more than to oppose;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then burning through the air he went,</span> <span + class="i0">And palaces and temples rent;</span> <span class="i2"> And + Cæsar's head at last</span> <span class="i2"> Did + through his laurels blast.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">'Tis madness to resist or blame</span> <span + class="i0">The face of angry Heaven's flame;</span> <span class="i2"> And + if we would speak true,</span> <span class="i2"> Much + to the man is due,</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Who from his private gardens, where</span> <span + class="i0">He lived reservèd and austere,</span> <span + class="i2"> As if his highest plot</span> + <span class="i2"> To plant the bergamot,</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Could by industrious valour climb</span> <span + class="i0">To ruin the great work of Time,</span> <span class="i2"> And + cast the kingdoms old</span> <span class="i2"> Into + another mould.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page36" id="page36" title="36"></a> <span + class="i0">Though Justice against Fate complain,</span> <span + class="i0">And plead the ancient rights in vain</span> <span + class="i2"> (But those do hold or break,</span> + <span class="i2"> As men are strong or weak),</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Nature, that hated emptiness,</span> <span + class="i0">Allows of penetration less,</span> <span class="i2"> And + therefore must make room</span> <span class="i2"> Where + greater spirits come.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">What field of all the civil war,</span> <span + class="i0">Where his were not the deepest scar?</span> <span + class="i2"> And Hampton shows what part</span> + <span class="i2"> He had of wiser art,</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Where, twining subtile fears with hope,</span> + <span class="i0">He wove a net of such a scope</span> <span + class="i2"> That Charles himself might chase</span> + <span class="i2"> To Carisbrook's narrow case,</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">That thence the royal actor borne</span> <span + class="i0">The tragic scaffold might adorn:</span> <span class="i2"> While + round the armèd bands,</span> <span class="i2"> Did + clap their bloody hands.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">He nothing common did or mean</span> <span + class="i0">Upon that memorable scene,</span> <span class="i2"> But + with his keener eye</span> <span class="i2"> The + axe's edge did try;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Nor called the gods with vulgar spite</span> <span + class="i0">To vindicate his helpless right,</span> <span class="i2"> But + bowed his comely head</span> <span class="i2"> Down, + as upon a bed.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page37" id="page37" title="37"></a> <span + class="i0">This was that memorable hour</span> <span class="i0">Which + first assured the forcèd power:</span> <span class="i2"> So, + when they did design</span> <span class="i2"> The + Capitol's first line,</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">A bleeding head, where they begun,</span> <span + class="i0">Did fright the architects to run;</span> <span class="i2"> And + yet in that the State</span> <span class="i2"> Foresaw + its happy fate!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And now the Irish are ashamed</span> <span + class="i0">To see themselves in one year tamed:</span> <span + class="i2"> So much one man can do</span> + <span class="i2"> That doth both act and know.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">They can affirm his praises best,</span> <span + class="i0">And have, though overcome, confessed</span> <span + class="i2"> How good he is, how just,</span> + <span class="i2"> And fit for highest trust;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Nor yet grown stiffer with command,</span> <span + class="i0">But still in the Republic's hand</span> <span class="i2"> (How + fit he is to sway,</span> <span class="i2"> That + can so well obey!),</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">He to the Commons' feet presents</span> <span + class="i0">A kingdom for his first year's rents,</span> <span + class="i2"> And (what he may) forbears</span> + <span class="i2"> His fame to make it theirs:</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And has his sword and spoils ungirt</span> <span + class="i0">To lay them at the public's skirt.</span> <span + class="i2"> So when the falcon high</span> + <span class="i2"> Falls heavy from the sky,</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page38" id="page38" title="38"></a> <span + class="i0">She, having killed, no more doth search</span> <span + class="i0">But on the next green bough to perch,</span> <span + class="i2"> Where, when he first does lure,</span> + <span class="i2"> The falconer has her sure.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">What may not then our isle presume</span> <span + class="i0">While victory his crest does plume?</span> <span + class="i2"> What may not others fear</span> + <span class="i2"> If thus he crowns each year?</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">As Cæsar he, ere long, to Gaul,</span> <span + class="i0">To Italy an Hannibal,</span> <span class="i2"> And + to all states not free</span> <span class="i2"> Shall + climacteric be.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The Pict no shelter now shall find</span> <span + class="i0">Within his party-coloured mind,</span> <span class="i2"> But + from this valour sad</span> <span class="i2"> Shrink + underneath the plaid;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Happy if in the tufted brake</span> <span + class="i0">The English hunter him mistake,</span> <span class="i2"> Nor + lay his hounds in near</span> <span class="i2"> The + Caledonian deer.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But thou, the war's and fortune's son,</span> + <span class="i0">March indefatigably on,</span> <span class="i2"> And + for the last effect,</span> <span class="i2"> Still + keep the sword erect:</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Besides the force it has to fright</span> <span + class="i0">The spirits of the shady night,</span> <span class="i2"> The + same arts that did gain,</span> <span class="i2"> A + power must it maintain.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Marvell.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page39" id="page39" title="39"></a><small><a + href="#note_xxii">XXII</a></small><br />IN EXILE + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Where the remote Bermudas ride</span> <span + class="i0">In the Ocean's bosom unespied,</span> <span class="i0">From + a small boat that rowed along</span> <span class="i0">The listening + winds received this song.</span> <span class="i1"> ‘What + should we do but sing his praise</span> <span class="i0">That led + us through the watery maze,</span> <span class="i0">Where he the + huge sea-monsters wracks</span> <span class="i0">That lift the deep + upon their backs,</span> <span class="i0">Unto an isle so long + unknown,</span> <span class="i0">And yet far kinder than our own?</span> + <span class="i0">He lands us on a grassy stage,</span> <span + class="i0">Safe from the storms and prelates' rage:</span> <span + class="i0">He gave us this eternal spring</span> <span class="i0">Which + here enamels everything,</span> <span class="i0">And sends the + fowls to us in care</span> <span class="i0">On daily visits through + the air.</span> <span class="i0">He hangs in shades the orange + bright</span> <span class="i0">Like golden lamps in a green night,</span> + <span class="i0">And does in the pomegranates close</span> <span + class="i0">Jewels more rich than Ormus shows:</span> <span + class="i0">He makes the figs our mouths to meet,</span> <span + class="i0">And throws the melons at our feet;</span> <span + class="i0">But apples plants of such a price,</span> <span + class="i0">No tree could ever bear them twice.</span> <span + class="i0">With cedars chosen by his hand</span> <span class="i0">From + Lebanon he stores the land,</span> <span class="i0">And makes the + hollow seas that roar</span> <span class="i0">Proclaim the + ambergrease on shore.</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page40" + id="page40" title="40"></a> <span class="i0">He cast (of which we rather + boast)</span> <span class="i0">The Gospel's pearl upon our coast,</span> + <span class="i0">And in these rocks for us did frame</span> <span + class="i0">A temple where to sound his name.</span> <span class="i0">O + let our voice his praise exalt</span> <span class="i0">'Till it + arrive at heaven's vault,</span> <span class="i0">Which thence + (perhaps) rebounding may</span> <span class="i0">Echo beyond the + Mexique Bay!’</span> <span class="i1"> Thus sang + they in the English boat</span> <span class="i0">A holy and a + cheerful note:</span> <span class="i0">And all the way, to guide + their chime,</span> <span class="i0">With falling oars they kept + the time.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Marvell.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xxiii">XXIII</a></small><br />ALEXANDER'S FEAST + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won</span> + <span class="i6"> By + Philip's warlike son:</span> <span class="i5"> Aloft + in awful state</span> <span class="i5"> The + godlike hero sate</span> <span class="i6"> On + his imperial throne;</span> <span class="i1"> His + valiant peers were placed around,</span> <span class="i0">Their + brows with roses and with myrtles bound</span> <span class="i1"> (So + should desert in arms be crowned);</span> <span class="i0">The + lovely Thais by his side</span> <span class="i0">Sate like a + blooming Eastern bride</span> <span class="i0">In flower of youth + and beauty's pride.</span> <span class="i5"> Happy, + happy, happy pair!</span> <span class="i6"> None + but the brave,</span> <span class="i6"> None + but the brave,</span> <span class="i3"> None + but the brave deserves the fair!</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page41" id="page41" title="41"></a> <span class="i3"> Timotheus, + placed on high</span> <span class="i5"> Amid + the tuneful quire,</span> <span class="i1"> With flying + fingers touched the lyre:</span> <span class="i3"> The + trembling notes ascend the sky</span> <span class="i4"> And + heavenly joys inspire.</span> <span class="i2"> The + song began from Jove</span> <span class="i2"> Who + left his blissful seats above,</span> <span class="i2"> Such + is the power of mighty love!</span> <span class="i2"> A + dragon's fiery form belied the god;</span> <span class="i2"> Sublime + on radiant spires he rode</span> <span class="i2"> When + he to fair Olympia pressed,</span> <span class="i2"> And + while he sought her snowy breast,</span> <span class="i1"> Then + round her slender waist he curled,</span> <span class="i0">And + stamped an image of himself, a sovereign of the world.</span> <span + class="i1"> The listening crowd admire the lofty sound;</span> + <span class="i1"> A present deity! they shout around:</span> + <span class="i1"> A present deity! the vaulted roofs rebound:</span> + <span class="i5"> With + ravished ears</span> <span class="i5"> The + monarch hears,</span> <span class="i5"> Assumes + the god;</span> <span class="i5"> Affects + to nod</span> <span class="i3"> And + seems to shake the spheres.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung,</span> + <span class="i1"> Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young:</span> + <span class="i2"> The jolly god in triumph comes;</span> + <span class="i2"> Sound the trumpets, beat the + drums!</span> <span class="i3"> Flushed + with a purple grace</span> <span class="i3"> He + shows his honest face:</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page42" + id="page42" title="42"></a> <span class="i0">Now give the hautboys + breath; he comes, he comes!</span> <span class="i2"> Bacchus, + ever fair and young,</span> <span class="i3"> Drinking + joys did first ordain;</span> <span class="i2"> Bacchus' + blessings are a treasure,</span> <span class="i2"> Drinking + is the soldier's pleasure:</span> <span class="i5"> Rich + the treasure,</span> <span class="i5"> Sweet + the pleasure,</span> <span class="i4"> Sweet + is pleasure after pain.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i1"> Soothed with the sound the king grew vain;</span> + <span class="i3"> Fought all his + battles o'er again,</span> <span class="i0">And thrice he routed + all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain!</span> <span class="i2"> The + master saw the madness rise,</span> <span class="i2"> His + glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes;</span> <span class="i2"> And + while he heaven and earth defied</span> <span class="i2"> Changed + his hand, and checked his pride.</span> <span class="i4"> He + chose a mournful Muse</span> <span class="i4"> Soft + pity to infuse:</span> <span class="i3"> He + sung Darius great and good,</span> <span class="i4"> By + too severe a fate</span> <span class="i3"> Fallen, + fallen, fallen, fallen,</span> <span class="i4"> Fallen + from his high estate,</span> <span class="i3"> And + weltering in his blood;</span> <span class="i3"> Deserted + at his utmost need</span> <span class="i3"> By + those his former bounty fed,</span> <span class="i3"> On + the bare earth exposed he lies</span> <span class="i3"> With + not a friend to close his eyes.</span> <span class="i0">With + downcast looks the joyless victor sate,</span> <span class="i4"> Revolving + in his altered soul</span> <span class="i5"> The + various turns of Chance below</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page43" id="page43" title="43"></a> <span class="i4"> And + now and then a sigh he stole,</span> <span class="i5"> And + tears began to flow.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i2"> The mighty master smiled to see</span> + <span class="i2"> That love was in the next + degree;</span> <span class="i2"> 'Twas but a + kindred-sound to move,</span> <span class="i2"> For + pity melts the mind to love.</span> <span class="i3"> Softly + sweet, in Lydian measures</span> <span class="i3"> Soon + he soothed his soul to pleasures.</span> <span class="i2"> War, + he sang, is toil and trouble,</span> <span class="i2"> Honour + but an empty bubble;</span> <span class="i3"> Never + ending, still beginning,</span> <span class="i2"> Fighting + still, and still destroying;</span> <span class="i3"> If + the world be worth thy winning,</span> <span class="i2"> Think, + O think, it worth enjoying:</span> <span class="i3"> Lovely + Thais sits beside thee,</span> <span class="i3"> Take + the good the gods provide thee.</span> <span class="i0">The many + rend the skies with loud applause;</span> <span class="i0">So love + was crowned, but Music won the cause.</span> <span class="i2"> The + prince, unable to conceal his pain,</span> <span class="i5"> Gazed + on the fair</span> <span class="i5"> Who + caused his care,</span> <span class="i2"> And + sighed and looked, sighed and looked,</span> <span class="i2"> Sighed + and looked, and sighed again:</span> <span class="i1"> At + length, with love and wine at once oppressed,</span> <span + class="i1"> The vanquished victor sunk upon her breast.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i2"> Now strike the golden lyre + again:</span> <span class="i2"> A louder + yet, and yet a louder strain!</span> <span class="i2"> Break + his bands of sleep asunder</span> <span class="i2"> And + rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder.</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page44" id="page44" title="44"></a> <span + class="i4"> Hark, hark! + the horrid sound</span> <span class="i5"> Has + raised up his head;</span> <span class="i5"> As + awaked from the dead,</span> <span class="i4"> And + amazed he stares around.</span> <span class="i3"> Revenge, + revenge, Timotheus cries,</span> <span class="i4"> See + the Furies arise!</span> <span class="i4"> See + the snakes that they rear,</span> <span class="i4"> How + they hiss in their hair,</span> <span class="i3"> And + the sparkles that flash from their eyes!</span> <span class="i4"> Behold + a ghastly band,</span> <span class="i4"> Each + a torch in his hand!</span> <span class="i0">Those are Grecian + ghosts, that in battle were slain</span> <span class="i6"> And + unburied remain</span> <span class="i6"> Inglorious + on the plain:</span> <span class="i6"> Give + the vengeance due</span> <span class="i6"> To + the valiant crew!</span> <span class="i0">Behold how they toss + their torches on high,</span> <span class="i1"> How they + point to the Persian abodes</span> <span class="i0">And glittering + temples of their hostile gods.</span> <span class="i0">The princes + applaud with a furious joy:</span> <span class="i0">And the King + seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy;</span> <span class="i5"> Thais + led the way</span> <span class="i5"> To + light him to his prey,</span> <span class="i0">And like another + Helen fired another Troy!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i5"> Thus + long ago,</span> <span class="i2"> Ere + heaving bellows learned to blow,</span> <span class="i3"> While + organs yet were mute,</span> <span class="i3"> Timotheus, + to his breathing flute</span> <span class="i5"> And + sounding lyre,</span> <span class="i0">Could swell the soul to rage + or kindle soft desire.</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page45" + id="page45" title="45"></a> <span class="i2"> At + last divine Cecilia came,</span> <span class="i2"> Inventress + of the vocal frame;</span> <span class="i0">The sweet enthusiast + from her sacred store</span> <span class="i2"> Enlarged + the former narrow bounds,</span> <span class="i2"> And + added length to solemn sounds,</span> <span class="i0">With + Nature's mother-wit and arts unknown before</span> <span class="i2"> Let + old Timotheus yield the prize,</span> <span class="i3"> Or + both divide the crown:</span> <span class="i2"> He + raised a mortal to the skies;</span> <span class="i3"> She + drew an angel down.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Dryden.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xxiv">XXIV</a></small><br />THE QUIET LIFE + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Condemned to Hope's delusive mine,</span> <span + class="i1"> As on we toil from day to day,</span> <span + class="i0">By sudden blast or slow decline</span> <span class="i1"> Our + social comforts drop away.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Well tried through many a varying year,</span> + <span class="i1"> See Levett to the grave descend:</span> + <span class="i0">Officious, innocent, sincere,</span> <span + class="i1"> Of every friendless name the friend.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Yet still he fills affection's eye,</span> <span + class="i1"> Obscurely wise and coarsely kind;</span> + <span class="i0">Nor, lettered arrogance, deny</span> <span + class="i1"> Thy praise to merit unrefined.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page46" id="page46" title="46"></a> <span + class="i0">When fainting Nature called for aid,</span> <span + class="i1"> And hovering death prepared the blow,</span> + <span class="i0">His vigorous remedy displayed</span> <span + class="i1"> The power of art without the show.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">In misery's darkest caverns known,</span> <span + class="i1"> His ready help was ever nigh,</span> <span + class="i0">Where hopeless anguish poured his groan,</span> <span + class="i1"> And lonely want retired to die.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">No summons mocked by chill delay,</span> <span + class="i1"> No petty gains disdained by pride:</span> + <span class="i0">The modest wants of every day</span> <span + class="i1"> The toil of every day supplied.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">His virtues walked their narrow round,</span> + <span class="i1"> Nor made a pause, nor left a void;</span> + <span class="i0">And sure the eternal Master found</span> <span + class="i1"> His single talent well employed.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The busy day, the peaceful night,</span> <span + class="i1"> Unfelt, uncounted, glided by;</span> <span + class="i0">His frame was firm, his powers were bright,</span> <span + class="i1"> Though now his eightieth year was nigh.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then, with no throbs of fiery pain,</span> <span + class="i1"> No cold gradations of decay,</span> <span + class="i0">Death broke at once the vital chain,</span> <span + class="i1"> And freed his soul the nearest way.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Johnson.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page47" id="page47" title="47"></a><small><a + href="#note_xxv">XXV</a></small><br />CHEVY CHACE + </h2> + <h3> + THE HUNTING + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i0">God prosper long our noble king,</span> <span + class="i1"> Our lives and safeties all;</span> <span + class="i0">A woeful hunting once there did</span> <span class="i1"> In + Chevy-Chace befall;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">To drive the deer with hound and horn</span> <span + class="i1"> Erle Percy took his way;</span> <span + class="i0">The child may rue that is unborn,</span> <span class="i1"> The + hunting of that day.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The stout Erle of Northumberland</span> <span + class="i1"> A vow to God did make,</span> <span + class="i0">His pleasure in the Scottish woods</span> <span + class="i1"> Three summer's days to take,</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The chiefest harts in Chevy-Chace</span> <span + class="i1"> To kill and bear away.</span> <span + class="i0">These tydings to Erle Douglas came,</span> <span + class="i1"> In Scotland where he lay:</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Who sent Erle Percy present word,</span> <span + class="i1"> He wold prevent his sport.</span> <span + class="i0">The English Erle, not fearing that,</span> <span + class="i1"> Did to the woods resort</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page48" id="page48" title="48"></a> <span + class="i0">With fifteen hundred bow-men bold,</span> <span + class="i1"> All chosen men of might,</span> <span + class="i0">Who knew full well in time of neede</span> <span + class="i1"> To ayme their shafts aright.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The gallant greyhounds swiftly ran,</span> <span + class="i1"> To chase the fallow deere:</span> <span + class="i0">On Monday they began to hunt,</span> <span class="i1"> Ere + daylight did appeare;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And long before high noone they had</span> <span + class="i1"> An hundred fat buckes slaine;</span> <span + class="i0">Then having dined, the drovyers went</span> <span + class="i1"> To rouse the deere againe.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The bow-men mustered on the hills,</span> <span + class="i1"> Well able to endure;</span> <span class="i0">Their + backsides all, with special care</span> <span class="i1"> That + day were guarded sure.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The hounds ran swiftly through the woods,</span> + <span class="i1"> The nimble deere to take,</span> <span + class="i0">And with their cryes the hills and dales</span> <span + class="i1"> An echo shrill did make.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Lord Percy to the quarry went,</span> <span + class="i1"> To view the slaughtered deere:</span> <span + class="i0">Quoth he, ‘Erle Douglas promisèd</span> + <span class="i1"> This day to meet me here,</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But if I thought he wold not come,</span> <span + class="i1"> No longer wold I stay.’</span> <span + class="i0">With that, a brave younge gentleman</span> <span + class="i1"> Thus to the Erle did say:</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page49" id="page49" title="49"></a> <span + class="i0">‘Lo, yonder doth Erle Douglas come,</span> <span + class="i1"> His men in armour bright;</span> <span + class="i0">Full twenty hundred Scottish speares</span> <span + class="i1"> All marching in our sight;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">All men of pleasant Tivydale,</span> <span + class="i1"> Fast by the river Tweede’:</span> + <span class="i0">‘O, cease your sports,’ Erle Percy said,</span> + <span class="i1"> ‘And take your bowes with speede;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And now with me, my countrymen,</span> <span + class="i1"> Your courage forth advance,</span> <span + class="i0">For there was never champion yet,</span> <span class="i1"> In + Scotland or in France,</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">That ever did on horsebacke come,</span> <span + class="i1"> But if my hap it were,</span> <span + class="i0">I durst encounter man for man,</span> <span class="i1"> And + with him break a speare.’</span> + </p> + <h3> + THE CHALLENGE + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i0">Erle Douglas on his milke-white steede,</span> + <span class="i1"> Most like a baron bold,</span> <span + class="i0">Rode foremost of his company,</span> <span class="i1"> Whose + armour shone like gold.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Show me,’ said he, ‘whose men ye be,</span> + <span class="i1"> That hunt so boldly here,</span> <span + class="i0">That, without my consent, do chase</span> <span + class="i1"> And kill my fallow-deere.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The first man that did answer make,</span> <span + class="i1"> Was noble Percy he;</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page50" id="page50" title="50"></a> <span + class="i0">Who sayd, ‘We list not to declare,</span> <span + class="i1"> Nor shew whose men we be,</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Yet we will spend our dearest blood,</span> <span + class="i1"> Thy chiefest harts to slay.’</span> + <span class="i0">Then Douglas swore a solemn oath,</span> <span + class="i1"> And thus in rage did say:</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Ere thus I will out-bravèd be,</span> + <span class="i1"> One of us two shall dye:</span> <span + class="i0">I know thee well, an erle thou art;</span> <span + class="i1"> Lord Percy, so am I.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But trust me, Percy, pittye it were,</span> <span + class="i1"> And great offence to kill</span> <span + class="i0">Any of these our guiltlesse men,</span> <span class="i1"> For + they have done no ill.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Let thou and I the battell trye,</span> <span + class="i1"> And set our men aside.’</span> <span + class="i0">‘Accurst be he,’ Erle Percy said,</span> + <span class="i1"> ‘By whom this is denied.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then stept a gallant squier forth,</span> <span + class="i1"> Witherington was his name,</span> <span + class="i0">Who said, ‘I wold not have it told</span> <span + class="i1"> To Henry our king for shame,</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">That ere my captaine fought on foote,</span> <span + class="i1"> And I stood looking on.</span> <span + class="i0">Ye be two erles,’ said Witherington,</span> <span + class="i1"> ‘And I a squier alone:</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Ile do the best that do I may,</span> <span + class="i1"> While I have power to stand:</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page51" id="page51" title="51"></a> <span + class="i0">While I have power to wield my sword,</span> <span + class="i1"> Ile fight with heart and hand.’</span> + </p> + <h3> + THE BATTLE + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i0">Our English archers bent their bowes,</span> <span + class="i1"> Their hearts were good and trew,</span> + <span class="i0">At the first flight of arrowes sent,</span> <span + class="i1"> Full fourscore Scots they slew.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Yet bides Erle Douglas on the bent,</span> <span + class="i1"> As Chieftain stout and good.</span> <span + class="i0">As valiant Captain, all unmoved</span> <span class="i1"> The + shock he firmly stood.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">His host he parted had in three,</span> <span + class="i1"> As leader ware and try'd,</span> <span + class="i0">And soon his spearmen on their foes</span> <span + class="i1"> Bare down on every side.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Throughout the English archery</span> <span + class="i1"> They dealt full many a wound;</span> <span + class="i0">But still our valiant Englishmen</span> <span class="i1"> All + firmly kept their ground,</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And, throwing strait their bowes away,</span> + <span class="i1"> They grasped their swords so bright,</span> + <span class="i0">And now sharp blows, a heavy shower,</span> <span + class="i1"> On shields and helmets light.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">They closed full fast on every side,</span> <span + class="i1"> No slackness there was found;</span> <span + class="i0">And many a gallant gentleman</span> <span class="i1"> Lay + gasping on the ground.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page52" id="page52" title="52"></a> <span + class="i0">O Christ! it was a griefe to see,</span> <span class="i1"> And + likewise for to heare,</span> <span class="i0">The cries of men + lying in their gore,</span> <span class="i1"> And + scattered here and there!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">At last these two stout erles did meet,</span> + <span class="i1"> Like captaines of great might:</span> + <span class="i0">Like lions wode, they laid on lode,</span> <span + class="i1"> And made a cruel fight:</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">They fought untill they both did sweat</span> + <span class="i1"> With swords of tempered steele;</span> + <span class="i0">Until the blood like drops of rain</span> <span + class="i1"> They trickling downe did feele.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Yield thee, Lord Percy,’ Douglas said;</span> + <span class="i1"> ‘In faith I will thee bringe,</span> + <span class="i0">Where thou shalt high advancèd be</span> + <span class="i1"> By James our Scottish king:</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Thy ransome I will freely give,</span> <span + class="i1"> And this report of thee,</span> <span + class="i0">Thou art the most courageous knight,</span> <span + class="i1"> That ever I did see.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘No, Douglas,’ quoth Erle Percy then,</span> + <span class="i1"> ‘Thy proffer I do scorne;</span> + <span class="i0">I will not yield to any Scot,</span> <span + class="i1"> That ever yet was borne.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">With that, there came an arrow keene</span> <span + class="i1"> Out of an English bow,</span> <span + class="i0">Which struck Erle Douglas to the heart,</span> <span + class="i1"> A deep and deadly blow:</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page53" id="page53" title="53"></a> <span + class="i0">Who never spake more words than these,</span> <span + class="i1"> ‘Fight on, my merry men all;</span> + <span class="i0">For why, my life is at an end;</span> <span + class="i1"> Lord Percy sees my fall.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then leaving life, Erle Percy tooke</span> <span + class="i1"> The dead man by the hand;</span> <span + class="i0">And said, ‘Erle Douglas, for thy life</span> <span + class="i1"> Wold I had lost my land!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">O Christ! my very heart doth bleed</span> <span + class="i1"> With sorrow for thy sake,</span> <span + class="i0">For sure, a more redoubted knight</span> <span class="i1"> Mischance + could never take.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">A knight amongst the Scots there was,</span> <span + class="i1"> Which saw Erle Douglas dye,</span> <span + class="i0">Who straight in wrath did vow revenge</span> <span + class="i1"> Upon the Lord Percye.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Sir Hugh Mountgomery was he called</span> <span + class="i1"> Who, with a speare most bright,</span> <span + class="i0">Well-mounted on a gallant steed,</span> <span class="i1"> Ran + fiercely through the fight,</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And past the English archers all,</span> <span + class="i1"> Without or dread or feare,</span> <span + class="i0">And through Erle Percy's body then</span> <span + class="i1"> He thrust his hateful speare.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">With such a vehement force and might</span> <span + class="i1"> He did his body gore,</span> <span class="i0">The + staff ran through the other side</span> <span class="i1"> A + large cloth-yard, and more.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page54" id="page54" title="54"></a> <span + class="i0">So thus did both these nobles dye,</span> <span + class="i1"> Whose courage none could staine!</span> + <span class="i0">An English archer then perceived</span> <span + class="i1"> The noble Erle was slaine:</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">He had a bow bent in his hand,</span> <span + class="i1"> Made of a trusty tree;</span> <span + class="i0">An arrow of a cloth-yard long</span> <span class="i1"> Up + to the head drew he;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Against Sir Hugh Mountgomerye</span> <span + class="i1"> So right the shaft he set,</span> <span + class="i0">The grey goose-winge that was thereon</span> <span + class="i1"> In his heart's bloode was wet.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">This fight did last from breake of day</span> + <span class="i1"> Till setting of the sun;</span> <span + class="i0">For when they rung the evening-bell,</span> <span + class="i1"> The battle scarce was done.</span> + </p> + <h3> + THE SLAIN + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i0">With stout Erle Percy, there was slaine</span> + <span class="i1"> Sir John of Egerton,</span> <span + class="i0">Sir Robert Ratcliff, and Sir John,</span> <span + class="i1"> Sir James, that bold baròn;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And with Sir George and stout Sir James,</span> + <span class="i1"> Both knights of good account,</span> + <span class="i0">Good Sir Ralph Raby there was slaine,</span> <span + class="i1"> Whose prowesse did surmount.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">For Witherington needs must I wayle,</span> <span + class="i1"> As one in doleful dumpes;</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page55" id="page55" title="55"></a> <span + class="i0">For when his legs were smitten off,</span> <span + class="i1"> He fought upon his stumpes.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And with Erle Douglas, there was slaine</span> + <span class="i1"> Sir Hugh Mountgomerye,</span> <span + class="i0">Sir Charles Murray, that from the field</span> <span + class="i1"> One foote would never flee;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Sir Charles Murray, of Ratcliff, too,</span> <span + class="i1"> His sister's sonne was he;</span> <span + class="i0">Sir David Lamb, so well esteemed,</span> <span class="i1"> Yet + saved he could not be;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And the Lord Maxwell in like case</span> <span + class="i1"> Did with Erle Douglas dye:</span> <span + class="i0">Of twenty hundred Scottish speares,</span> <span + class="i1"> Scarce fifty-five did flye.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Of fifteen hundred Englishmen,</span> <span + class="i1"> Went home but fifty-three:</span> <span + class="i0">The rest were slaine in Chevy-Chace,</span> <span + class="i1"> Under the greene woode tree.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Next day did many widdowes come,</span> <span + class="i1"> Their husbands to bewayle;</span> <span + class="i0">They washt their wounds in brinish teares,</span> <span + class="i1"> But all wold not prevayle;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Their bodyes, bathed in purple gore,</span> <span + class="i1"> They bore with them away;</span> <span + class="i0">They kist them dead a thousand times,</span> <span + class="i1"> Ere they were clad in clay.</span> + </p> + <h3> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page56" id="page56" title="56"></a>THE + TIDINGS + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i0">The newes was brought to Eddenborrow,</span> <span + class="i1"> Where Scotland's king did raigne,</span> + <span class="i0">That brave Erle Douglas suddenlye</span> <span + class="i1"> Was with an arrow slaine:</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘O heavy newes,’ King James did say,</span> + <span class="i1"> ‘Scotland may witnesse be,</span> + <span class="i0">I have not any captaine more</span> <span + class="i1"> Of such account as he.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Like tydings to King Henry came,</span> <span + class="i1"> Within as short a space,</span> <span + class="i0">That Percy of Northumberland</span> <span class="i1"> Was + slaine in Chevy-Chace:</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Now God be with him,’ said our king,</span> + <span class="i1"> ‘Sith it will no better be;</span> + <span class="i0">I trust I have, within my realme,</span> <span + class="i1"> Five hundred as good as he:</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Yet shall not Scots nor Scotland say,</span> <span + class="i1"> But I will vengeance take:</span> <span + class="i0">I'll be revengèd on them all,</span> <span + class="i1"> For brave Erle Percy's sake.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">This vow full well the king performed</span> <span + class="i1"> After, at Humbledowne;</span> <span + class="i0">In one day, fifty knights were slayne,</span> <span + class="i1"> With lords of great renowne,</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And of the rest, of small account,</span> <span + class="i1"> Did many thousands dye.</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page57" id="page57" title="57"></a> <span + class="i0">Thus endeth the hunting of Chevy-Chace,</span> <span + class="i1"> Made by the Erle Percye.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">God save our king, and bless this land</span> + <span class="i1"> With plentye, joy, and peace,</span> + <span class="i0">And grant henceforth that foule debate</span> + <span class="i1"> 'Twixt noblemen may cease!</span> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xxvi">XXVI</a></small><br />SIR PATRICK SPENS + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">The King sits in Dunfermline town,</span> <span + class="i1"> Drinking the blude-red wine:</span> <span + class="i0">‘O whaur will I get a skeely skipper</span> <span + class="i1"> To sail this new ship o' mine?’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">O up and spake an eldern knight,</span> <span + class="i1"> Sat at the King's right knee:</span> <span + class="i0">‘Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor</span> <span + class="i1"> That ever sailed the sea.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Our King has written a braid letter</span> <span + class="i1"> And sealed it wi' his hand,</span> <span + class="i0">And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens,</span> <span class="i1"> Was + walking on the strand.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘To Noroway, to Noroway,</span> <span + class="i1"> To Noroway o'er the faem;</span> <span + class="i0">The King's daughter to Noroway,</span> <span class="i1"> 'Tis + thou maun bring her hame.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The first word that Sir Patrick read,</span> <span + class="i1"> Sae loud, loud lauchèd he;</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page58" id="page58" title="58"></a> <span + class="i0">The neist word that Sir Patrick read,</span> <span + class="i1"> The tear blinded his ee.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘O wha is this has done this deed,</span> + <span class="i1"> And tauld the King of me,</span> <span + class="i0">To send us out at this time o' year</span> <span + class="i1"> To sail upon the sea?</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Be it wind, be it weet, be it hail, be it sleet,</span> + <span class="i1"> Our ship must sail the faem;</span> + <span class="i0">The King's daughter to Noroway,</span> <span + class="i1"> 'Tis we must bring her hame.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">They hoysed their sails on Monday morn</span> + <span class="i1"> Wi' a' the speed they may;</span> + <span class="i0">They hae landed in Noroway</span> <span class="i1"> Upon + a Wodensday.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">They hadna been a week, a week,</span> <span + class="i1"> In Noroway but twae,</span> <span class="i0">When + that the lords o' Noroway</span> <span class="i1"> Began + aloud to say:</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Ye Scottishmen spend a' our King's goud</span> + <span class="i1"> And a' our Queenis fee.’</span> + <span class="i0">‘Ye lie, ye lie, ye liars loud,</span> <span + class="i1"> Fu' loud I hear ye lie!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">For I brought as mickle white monie</span> <span + class="i1"> As gane my men and me,</span> <span + class="i0">And I brought a half-fou o' gude red goud</span> <span + class="i1"> Out-o'er the sea wi' me.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Mak' ready, mak' ready, my merry men a'!</span> + <span class="i1"> Our gude ship sails the morn.’</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page59" id="page59" title="59"></a> <span + class="i0">‘Now, ever alake, my master dear,</span> <span + class="i1"> I fear a deadly storm.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">I saw the new moon late yestreen</span> <span + class="i1"> Wi' the auld moon in her arm;</span> <span + class="i0">And, if we gang to sea, master,</span> <span class="i1"> I + fear we'll come to harm.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">They hadna sailed a league, a league,</span> <span + class="i1"> A league but barely three,</span> <span + class="i0">When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud,</span> + <span class="i1"> And gurly grew the sea.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘O where will I get a gude sailor</span> + <span class="i1"> To tak' my helm in hand,</span> <span + class="i0">Till I gae up to the tall topmast</span> <span class="i1"> To + see if I can spy land?’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘O here am I, a sailor gude,</span> <span + class="i1"> To tak' the helm in hand,</span> <span + class="i0">Till you gae up to the tall topmast;</span> <span + class="i1"> But I fear you'll ne'er spy land.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">He hadna gane a step, a step,</span> <span + class="i1"> A step but barely ane,</span> <span + class="i0">When a bolt flew out o' our goodly ship,</span> <span + class="i1"> And the salt sea it came in.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Gae fetch a web o' the silken claith,</span> + <span class="i1"> Anither o' the twine,</span> <span + class="i0">And wap them into our ship's side,</span> <span + class="i1"> And letna the sea come in.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">They fetched a web o' the silken claith,</span> + <span class="i1"> Anither o' the twine,</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page60" id="page60" title="60"></a> <span + class="i0">And they wapped them round that gude ship's side,</span> + <span class="i1"> But still the sea cam' in.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">O laith, laith were our gude Scots lords</span> + <span class="i1"> To weet their milk-white hands;</span> + <span class="i0">But lang ere a' the play was ower</span> <span + class="i1"> They wat their gowden bands.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">O laith, laith were our gude Scots lords</span> + <span class="i1"> To weet their cork-heeled shoon;</span> + <span class="i0">But lang ere a' the play was played</span> <span + class="i1"> They wat their hats aboon.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">O lang, lang may the ladies sit</span> <span + class="i1"> Wi' their fans intill their hand,</span> + <span class="i0">Before they see Sir Patrick Spens</span> <span + class="i1"> Come sailing to the strand!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And lang, lang may the maidens sit</span> <span + class="i1"> Wi' their goud kaims in their hair,</span> + <span class="i0">A' waiting for their ain dear loves!</span> <span + class="i1"> For them they'll see nae mair.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Half ower, half ower to Aberdour,</span> <span + class="i1"> It's fifty fathoms deep,</span> <span + class="i0">And there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens</span> <span + class="i1"> Wi' the Scots lords at his feet.</span> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xxvii">XXVII</a></small><br />BRAVE LORD WILLOUGHBY + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">The fifteenth day of July,</span> <span class="i1"> With + glistering spear and shield,</span> <span class="i0">A famous fight + in Flanders</span> <span class="i1"> Was foughten in the + field:</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page61" id="page61" + title="61"></a> <span class="i0">The most conspicuous officers</span> + <span class="i1"> Were English captains three,</span> + <span class="i0">But the bravest man in battel</span> <span + class="i1"> Was brave Lord Willoughby.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The next was Captain Norris,</span> <span + class="i1"> A valiant man was he:</span> <span class="i0">The + other, Captain Turner,</span> <span class="i1"> From + field would never flee.</span> <span class="i0">With fifteen + hundred fighting men,</span> <span class="i1"> Alas! + there were no more,</span> <span class="i0">They fought with forty + thousand then</span> <span class="i1"> Upon the bloody + shore.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Stand to it, noble pikeman,</span> <span + class="i1"> And look you round about:</span> <span + class="i0">And shoot you right, you bow-men,</span> <span class="i1"> And + we will keep them out:</span> <span class="i0">You musquet and + cailiver men,</span> <span class="i1"> Do you prove true + to me,</span> <span class="i0">I'll be the bravest man in fight,’</span> + <span class="i1"> Says brave Lord Willoughby.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And then the bloody enemy</span> <span class="i1"> They + fiercely did assail,</span> <span class="i0">And fought it out most + furiously,</span> <span class="i1"> Not doubting to + prevail:</span> <span class="i0">The wounded men on both sides fell</span> + <span class="i1"> Most piteous for to see,</span> <span + class="i0">But nothing could the courage quell</span> <span + class="i1"> Of brave Lord Willoughby.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page62" id="page62" title="62"></a> <span + class="i0">For seven hours to all men's view</span> <span class="i1"> This + fight endurèd sore,</span> <span class="i0">Until our men so + feeble grew</span> <span class="i1"> That they could + fight no more;</span> <span class="i0">And then upon dead horses</span> + <span class="i1"> Full savourly they eat,</span> <span + class="i0">And drank the puddle water,</span> <span class="i1"> That + could no better get.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">When they had fed so freely,</span> <span + class="i1"> They kneelèd on the ground,</span> + <span class="i0">And praisèd God devoutly</span> <span + class="i1"> For the favour they had found;</span> <span + class="i0">And bearing up their colours,</span> <span class="i1"> The + fight they did renew,</span> <span class="i0">And cutting tow'rds + the Spaniard,</span> <span class="i1"> Five thousand + more they slew.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The sharp steel-pointed arrows</span> <span + class="i1"> And bullets thick did fly;</span> <span + class="i0">Then did our valiant soldiers</span> <span class="i1"> Charge + on most furiously:</span> <span class="i0">Which made the Spaniards + waver,</span> <span class="i1"> They thought it best to + flee:</span> <span class="i0">They feared the stout behaviour</span> + <span class="i1"> Of brave Lord Willoughby.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then quoth the Spanish general,</span> <span + class="i1"> ‘Come, let us march away,</span> <span + class="i0">I fear we shall be spoilèd all</span> <span + class="i1"> If that we longer stay:</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page63" id="page63" title="63"></a> <span + class="i0">For yonder comes Lord Willoughby</span> <span class="i1"> With + courage fierce and fell,</span> <span class="i0">He will not give + one inch of ground</span> <span class="i1"> For all the + devils in hell.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And when the fearful enemy</span> <span class="i1"> Was + quickly put to flight,</span> <span class="i0">Our men pursued + courageously</span> <span class="i1"> To rout his forces + quite;</span> <span class="i0">And at last they gave a shout</span> + <span class="i1"> Which echoed through the sky:</span> + <span class="i0">‘God, and St. George for England!’</span> + <span class="i1"> The conquerors did cry.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">This news was brought to England</span> <span + class="i1"> With all the speed might be,</span> <span + class="i0">And soon our gracious Queen was told</span> <span + class="i1"> Of this same victory.</span> <span class="i0">‘O! + this is brave Lord Willoughby,</span> <span class="i1"> My + love that ever won:</span> <span class="i0">Of all the lords of + honour</span> <span class="i1"> 'Tis he great deeds hath + done!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">To the soldiers that were maimèd,</span> + <span class="i1"> And wounded in the fray,</span> <span + class="i0">The queen allowed a pension</span> <span class="i1"> Of + fifteen pence a day,</span> <span class="i0">And from all costs and + charges</span> <span class="i1"> She quit and set them + free:</span> <span class="i0">And this she did all for the sake</span> + <span class="i1"> Of brave Lord Willoughby.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page64" id="page64" title="64"></a> <span + class="i0">Then courage, noble Englishmen,</span> <span class="i1"> And + never be dismayed!</span> <span class="i0">If that we be but one to + ten,</span> <span class="i1"> We will not be afraid</span> + <span class="i0">To fight with foreign enemies,</span> <span + class="i1"> And set our country free.</span> <span + class="i0">And thus I end the bloody bout</span> <span class="i1"> Of + brave Lord Willoughby.</span> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xxviii">XXVIII</a></small><br />HUGHIE THE GRÆME + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Good Lord Scroope to the hills is gane,</span> + <span class="i1"> Hunting of the fallow deer;</span> + <span class="i0">And he has grippit Hughie the Græme</span> + <span class="i1"> For stealing of the Bishop's mare.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Now, good Lord Scroope, this may not be!</span> + <span class="i1"> Here hangs a broadsword by my side;</span> + <span class="i0">And if that thou canst conquer me,</span> <span + class="i1"> The matter it may soon be tried.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘I ne'er was afraid of a traitor thief;</span> + <span class="i1"> Although thy name be Hughie the Græme,</span> + <span class="i0">I'll make thee repent thee of thy deeds,</span> + <span class="i1"> If God but grant me life and time.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But as they were dealing their blows so free,</span> + <span class="i1"> And both so bloody at the time,</span> + <span class="i0">Over the moss came ten yeomen so tall,</span> + <span class="i1"> All for to take bold Hughie the Græme.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page65" id="page65" title="65"></a> <span + class="i0">O then they grippit Hughie the Græme,</span> <span + class="i1"> And brought him up through Carlisle town:</span> + <span class="i0">The lads and lasses stood on the walls,</span> + <span class="i1"> Crying, ‘Hughie the Græme, + thou'se ne'er gae down!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘O loose my right hand free,’ he says,</span> + <span class="i1"> ‘And gie me my sword o' the metal sae + fine,</span> <span class="i0">He's no in Carlisle town this day</span> + <span class="i1"> Daur tell the tale to Hughie the Græme.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Up then and spake the brave Whitefoord,</span> + <span class="i1"> As he sat by the Bishop's knee,</span> + <span class="i0">‘Twenty white owsen, my gude lord,</span> + <span class="i1"> If ye'll grant Hughie the Græme to + me.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘O haud your tongue,’ the Bishop says,</span> + <span class="i1"> ‘And wi' your pleading let me be;</span> + <span class="i0">For tho' ten Grahams were in his coat,</span> + <span class="i1"> They suld be hangit a' for me.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Up then and spake the fair Whitefoord,</span> + <span class="i1"> As she sat by the Bishop's knee,</span> + <span class="i0">‘A peck o' white pennies, my good lord,</span> + <span class="i1"> If ye'll grant Hughie the Græme to + me.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘O haud your tongue now, lady fair,</span> + <span class="i1"> Forsooth, and so it sall na be;</span> + <span class="i0">Were he but the one Graham of the name,</span> + <span class="i1"> He suld be hangit high for me.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">They've ta'en him to the gallows knowe,</span> + <span class="i1"> He lookèd to the gallows tree,</span> + <span class="i0">Yet never colour left his cheek,</span> <span + class="i1"> Nor ever did he blink his e'e.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page66" id="page66" title="66"></a> <span + class="i0">He lookèd over his left shoulder</span> <span + class="i1"> To try whatever he could see,</span> <span + class="i0">And he was aware of his auld father,</span> <span + class="i1"> Tearing his hair most piteouslie.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘O haud your tongue, my father dear,</span> + <span class="i1"> And see that ye dinna weep for me!</span> + <span class="i0">For they may ravish me o' my life,</span> <span + class="i1"> But they canna banish me fro' Heaven hie.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And ye may gie my brither John</span> <span + class="i1"> My sword that's bent in the middle clear,</span> + <span class="i0">And let him come at twelve o'clock,</span> <span + class="i1"> And see me pay the Bishop's mare.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And ye may gie my brither James</span> <span + class="i1"> My sword that's bent in the middle brown,</span> + <span class="i0">And bid him come at four o'clock,</span> <span + class="i1"> And see his brither Hugh cut down.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And ye may tell my kith and kin</span> <span + class="i1"> I never did disgrace their blood;</span> + <span class="i0">And when they meet the Bishop's cloak,</span> + <span class="i1"> To mak' it shorter by the hood.’</span> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xxix">XXIX</a></small><br />KINMONT WILLIE + </h2> + <h3> + THE CAPTURE + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i0">O have ye na heard o' the fause Sakelde?</span> + <span class="i1"> O have ye na heard o' the keen Lord + Scroope?</span> <span class="i0">How they hae ta'en bold Kinmont + Willie,</span> <span class="i1"> On Haribee to hang him + up?</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page67" id="page67" title="67"></a> <span + class="i0">Had Willie had but twenty men,</span> <span class="i1"> But + twenty men as stout as he,</span> <span class="i0">Fause Sakelde + had never the Kinmont ta'en,</span> <span class="i1"> Wi' + eight score in his cumpanie.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">They band his legs beneath the steed,</span> <span + class="i1"> They tied his hands behind his back;</span> + <span class="i0">They guarded him fivesome on each side,</span> + <span class="i1"> And they brought him ower the Liddel-rack.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">They led him thro' the Liddel-rack,</span> <span + class="i1"> And also thro' the Carlisle sands;</span> + <span class="i0">They brought him on to Carlisle castle</span> + <span class="i1"> To be at my Lord Scroope's commands.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘My hands are tied, but my tongue is free,</span> + <span class="i1"> And wha will dare this deed avow?</span> + <span class="i0">Or answer by the Border law?</span> <span + class="i1"> Or answer to the bold Buccleuch?’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Now haud thy tongue, thou rank reiver!</span> + <span class="i1"> There's never a Scot shall set thee free:</span> + <span class="i0">Before ye cross my castle yett,</span> <span + class="i1"> I trow ye shall take farewell o' me.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Fear na ye that, my lord,’ quo' Willie:</span> + <span class="i1"> ‘By the faith o' my body, Lord + Scroope,’ he said,</span> <span class="i0">‘I never yet + lodged in a hostelrie</span> <span class="i1"> But I + paid my lawing before I gaed.’</span> + </p> + <h3> + THE KEEPER'S WRATH + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i0">Now word is gane to the bold Keeper,</span> <span + class="i1"> In Branksome Ha' where that he lay,</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page68" id="page68" title="68"></a> <span + class="i0">That Lord Scroope has ta'en the Kinmont Willie,</span> + <span class="i1"> Between the hours of night and day.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">He has ta'en the table wi' his hand,</span> <span + class="i1"> He garred the red wine spring on hie:</span> + <span class="i0">‘Now a curse upon my head,’ he said,</span> + <span class="i1"> ‘But avengèd of Lord Scroope + I'll be!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">O is my basnet a widow's curch?</span> <span + class="i1"> Or my lance a wand of the willow-tree?</span> + <span class="i0">Or my arm a lady's lily hand,</span> <span + class="i1"> That an English lord should lightly me!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And have they ta'en him, Kinmont Willie,</span> + <span class="i1"> Against the truce of Border tide?</span> + <span class="i0">And forgotten that the bold Buccleuch</span> <span + class="i1"> Is keeper here on the Scottish side?</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And have they e'en ta'en him, Kinmont Willie,</span> + <span class="i1"> Withouten either dread or fear?</span> + <span class="i0">And forgotten that the bold Buccleuch</span> <span + class="i1"> Can back a steed or shake a spear?</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">O were there war between the lands,</span> <span + class="i1"> As well I wot that there is none,</span> + <span class="i0">I would slight Carlisle castle high,</span> <span + class="i1"> Though it were builded of marble stone.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">I would set that castle in a lowe,</span> <span + class="i1"> And slocken it with English blood!</span> + <span class="i0">There's never a man in Cumberland</span> <span + class="i1"> Should ken where Carlisle castle stood.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But since nae war's between the lands,</span> + <span class="i1"> And there is peace, and peace should be,</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page69" id="page69" title="69"></a> <span + class="i0">I'll neither harm English lad or lass,</span> <span + class="i1"> And yet the Kinmont freed shall be!’</span> + </p> + <h3> + THE MARCH + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i0">He has called him forty Marchmen bold,</span> + <span class="i1"> I trow they were of his ain name,</span> + <span class="i0">Except Sir Gilbert Elliot, called</span> <span + class="i1"> The Laird of Stobs, I mean the same.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">He has called him forty Marchmen bold,</span> + <span class="i1"> Were kinsmen to the bold Buccleuch;</span> + <span class="i0">With spur on heel, and splent on spauld,</span> + <span class="i1"> And gluves of green, and feathers blue.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">There were five and five before them a',</span> + <span class="i1"> Wi' hunting-horns and bugles bright:</span> + <span class="i0">And five and five cam' wi' Buccleuch,</span> <span + class="i1"> Like warden's men, arrayed for fight.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And five and five like a mason gang</span> <span + class="i1"> That carried the ladders lang and hie;</span> + <span class="i0">And five and five like broken men;</span> <span + class="i1"> And so they reached the Woodhouselee.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And as we crossed the 'Bateable Land,</span> <span + class="i1"> When to the English side we held,</span> + <span class="i0">The first o' men that we met wi',</span> <span + class="i1"> Whae suld it be but fause Sakelde?</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Where be ye gaun, ye hunters keen?’</span> + <span class="i1"> Quo' fause Sakelde; ‘come tell to me!’</span> + <span class="i0">‘We go to hunt an English stag</span> <span + class="i1"> Has trespassed on the Scots countrie.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page70" id="page70" title="70"></a> <span + class="i0">‘Where be ye gaun, ye marshal men?’</span> + <span class="i1"> Quo' fause Sakelde; ‘come tell me + true!’</span> <span class="i0">‘We go to catch a rank + reiver</span> <span class="i1"> Has broken faith wi' the + bold Buccleuch.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Where are ye gaun, ye mason lads,</span> + <span class="i1"> Wi' a' your ladders lang and hie?’</span> + <span class="i0">‘We gang to herry a corbie's nest</span> + <span class="i1"> That wons not far frae Woodhouselee.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Where be ye gaun, ye broken men?’</span> + <span class="i1"> Quo' fause Sakelde; ‘come tell to me!’</span> + <span class="i0">Now Dickie of Dryhope led that band,</span> <span + class="i1"> And the never a word of lear had he.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Why trespass ye on the English side?</span> + <span class="i1"> Row-footed outlaws, stand!’ quo' he;</span> + <span class="i0">The never a word had Dickie to say,</span> <span + class="i1"> Sae he thrust the lance through his fause bodie.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then on we held for Carlisle toun,</span> <span + class="i1"> And at Staneshaw-Bank the Eden we crossed;</span> + <span class="i0">The water was great and meikle of spait,</span> + <span class="i1"> But the never a horse nor man we lost.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And when we reached the Staneshaw-Bank,</span> + <span class="i1"> The wind was rising loud and hie;</span> + <span class="i0">And there the Laird garred leave our steeds,</span> + <span class="i1"> For fear that they should stamp and neigh.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And when we left the Staneshaw-Bank,</span> <span + class="i1"> The wind began full loud to blaw;</span> + <span class="i0">But 'twas wind and weet, and fire and sleet,</span> + <span class="i1"> When we came beneath the castle wa'.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page71" id="page71" title="71"></a> <span + class="i0">We crept on knees, and held our breath,</span> <span + class="i1"> Till we placed the ladders against the wa';</span> + <span class="i0">And sae ready was Buccleuch himsell</span> <span + class="i1"> To mount the first before us a'.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">He has ta'en the watchman by the throat,</span> + <span class="i1"> He flung him down upon the lead:</span> + <span class="i0">‘Had there not been peace between our lands,</span> + <span class="i1"> Upon the other side thou'dst gaed!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Now sound out, trumpets!’ quo' Buccleuch;</span> + <span class="i1"> ‘Let's waken Lord Scroope right + merrilie!’</span> <span class="i0">Then loud the warden's + trumpet blew</span> <span class="i1"> <i>O wha dare + meddle wi' me?</i></span> + </p> + <h3> + THE RESCUE + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then speedilie to wark we gaed,</span> <span + class="i1"> And raised the slogan ane and a',</span> + <span class="i0">And cut a hole through a sheet of lead,</span> + <span class="i1"> And so we wan to the castle ha'.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">They thought King James and a' his men</span> + <span class="i1"> Had won the house wi' bow and spear;</span> + <span class="i0">It was but twenty Scots and ten</span> <span + class="i1"> That put a thousand in sic a stear!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Wi' coulters and wi' forehammers</span> <span + class="i1"> We garred the bars bang merrilie,</span> + <span class="i0">Until we came to the inner prison,</span> <span + class="i1"> Where Willie o' Kinmont he did lie.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And when we cam' to the lower prison,</span> <span + class="i1"> Where Willie o' Kinmont he did lie:</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page72" id="page72" title="72"></a> <span + class="i0">‘O sleep ye, wake ye, Kinmont Willie,</span> <span + class="i1"> Upon the morn that thou's to die?’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘O I sleep saft, and I wake aft;</span> + <span class="i1"> It's lang since sleeping was fleyed frae + me!</span> <span class="i0">Gie my service back to my wife and + bairns,</span> <span class="i1"> And a' gude fellows + that spier for me.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then Red Rowan has hente him up,</span> <span + class="i1"> The starkest man in Teviotdale:</span> <span + class="i0">‘Abide, abide now, Red Rowan,</span> <span + class="i1"> Till of my Lord Scroope I take farewell.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Farewell, farewell, my gude Lord Scroope!</span> + <span class="i1"> My gude Lord Scroope, farewell!’ he + cried;</span> <span class="i0">‘I'll pay you for my lodging + maill,</span> <span class="i1"> When first we meet on + the Border side.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then shoulder high with shout and cry</span> <span + class="i1"> We bore him down the ladder lang;</span> + <span class="i0">At every stride Red Rowan made,</span> <span + class="i1"> I wot the Kinmont's airns played clang.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘O mony a time,’ quo' Kinmont Willie,</span> + <span class="i1"> ‘I have ridden horse baith wild and + wood;</span> <span class="i0">But a rougher beast than Red Rowan</span> + <span class="i1"> I ween my legs have ne'er bestrode.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And mony a time,’ quo' Kinmont Willie,</span> + <span class="i1"> ‘I've pricked a horse out oure the + furs;</span> <span class="i0">But since the day I backed a steed,</span> + <span class="i1"> I never wore sic cumbrous spurs!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">We scarce had won the Staneshaw-Bank</span> <span + class="i1"> When a' the Carlisle bells were rung,</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page73" id="page73" title="73"></a> <span + class="i0">And a thousand men on horse and foot</span> <span + class="i1"> Cam' wi' the keen Lord Scroope along.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Buccleuch has turned to Eden Water,</span> <span + class="i1"> Even where it flowed frae bank to brim,</span> + <span class="i0">And he has plunged in wi' a' his band,</span> + <span class="i1"> And safely swam them through the stream.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">He turned him on the other side,</span> <span + class="i1"> And at Lord Scroope his glove flung he:</span> + <span class="i0">‘If ye like na my visit in merrie England,</span> + <span class="i1"> In fair Scotland come visit me!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">All sore astonished stood Lord Scroope,</span> + <span class="i1"> He stood as still as rock of stane;</span> + <span class="i0">He scarcely dared to trew his eyes,</span> <span + class="i1"> When through the water they had gane.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘He is either himsell a devil frae hell,</span> + <span class="i1"> Or else his mother a witch maun be;</span> + <span class="i0">I wadna have ridden that wan water</span> <span + class="i1"> For a' the gowd in Christentie.’</span> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xxx">XXX</a></small><br />THE HONOUR OF BRISTOL + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Attend you, and give ear awhile,</span> <span + class="i1"> And you shall understand</span> <span + class="i0">Of a battle fought upon the seas</span> <span class="i1"> By + a ship of brave command.</span> <span class="i0">The fight it was + so glorious</span> <span class="i1"> Men's hearts it did + ful-fill,</span> <span class="i0">And it made them cry, ‘To + sea, to sea,</span> <span class="i1"> With the Angel + Gabriel!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page74" id="page74" title="74"></a> <span + class="i0">This lusty ship of Bristol</span> <span class="i1"> Sailed + out adventurously</span> <span class="i0">Against the foes of + England,</span> <span class="i1"> Her strength with them + to try;</span> <span class="i0">Well victualled, rigged, and manned + she was,</span> <span class="i1"> With good provision + still,</span> <span class="i0">Which made men cry, ‘To sea, + to sea,</span> <span class="i1"> With the Angel Gabriel!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The Captain, famous Netherway</span> <span + class="i1"> (That was his noble name):</span> <span + class="i0">The Master—he was called John Mines—</span> + <span class="i1"> A mariner of fame:</span> <span + class="i0">The Gunner, Thomas Watson,</span> <span class="i1"> A + man of perfect skill:</span> <span class="i0">With many another + valiant heart</span> <span class="i1"> In the Angel + Gabriel.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">They waving up and down the seas</span> <span + class="i1"> Upon the ocean main,</span> <span class="i0">‘It + is not long ago,’ quoth they,</span> <span class="i1"> ‘That + England fought with Spain:</span> <span class="i0">O would the + Spaniard we might meet</span> <span class="i1"> Our + stomachs to fulfil!</span> <span class="i0">We would play him fair + a noble bout</span> <span class="i1"> With our Angel + Gabriel!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">They had no sooner spoken</span> <span class="i1"> But + straight appeared in sight</span> <span class="i0">Three lusty + Spanish vessels</span> <span class="i1"> Of warlike trim + and might;</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page75" id="page75" + title="75"></a> <span class="i0">With bloody resolution</span> + <span class="i1"> They thought our men to spill,</span> + <span class="i0">And they vowed that they would make a prize</span> + <span class="i1"> Of our Angel Gabriel.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Our gallant ship had in her</span> <span class="i1"> Full + forty fighting men:</span> <span class="i0">With twenty piece of + ordnance</span> <span class="i1"> We played about them + then,</span> <span class="i0">With powder, shot, and bullets</span> + <span class="i1"> Right well we worked our will,</span> + <span class="i0">And hot and bloody grew the fight</span> <span + class="i1"> With our Angel Gabriel.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Our Captain to our Master said,</span> <span + class="i1"> ‘Take courage, Master bold!’</span> + <span class="i0">Our Master to the seamen said,</span> <span + class="i1"> ‘Stand fast, my hearts of gold!’</span> + <span class="i0">Our Gunner unto all the rest,</span> <span + class="i1"> ‘Brave hearts, be valiant still!</span> + <span class="i0">Fight on, fight on in the defence</span> <span + class="i1"> Of our Angel Gabriel!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">We gave them such a broadside,</span> <span + class="i1"> It smote their mast asunder,</span> <span + class="i0">And tore the bowsprit off their ship,</span> <span + class="i1"> Which made the Spaniards wonder,</span> + <span class="i0">And causèd them in fear to cry,</span> + <span class="i1"> With voices loud and shrill,</span> + <span class="i0">‘Help, help, or sunken we shall be</span> + <span class="i1"> By the Angel Gabriel!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page76" id="page76" title="76"></a> <span + class="i0">So desperately they boarded us</span> <span class="i1"> For + all our valiant shot,</span> <span class="i0">Threescore of their + best fighting men</span> <span class="i1"> Upon our + decks were got;</span> <span class="i0">And lo! at their first + entrances</span> <span class="i1"> Full thirty did we + kill,</span> <span class="i0">And thus we cleared with speed the + deck</span> <span class="i1"> Of our Angel Gabriel.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">With that their three ships boarded us</span> + <span class="i1"> Again with might and main,</span> + <span class="i0">But still our noble Englishmen</span> <span + class="i1"> Cried out, ‘A fig for Spain!’</span> + <span class="i0">Though seven times they boarded us</span> <span + class="i1"> At last we showed our skill,</span> <span + class="i0">And made them feel what men we were</span> <span + class="i1"> On the Angel Gabriel.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Seven hours this fight continued:</span> <span + class="i1"> So many men lay dead,</span> <span class="i0">With + Spanish blood for fathoms round</span> <span class="i1"> The + sea was coloured red.</span> <span class="i0">Five hundred of their + fighting men</span> <span class="i1"> We there outright + did kill,</span> <span class="i0">And many more were hurt and + maimed</span> <span class="i1"> By our Angel Gabriel.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then, seeing of these bloody spoils,</span> <span + class="i1"> The rest made haste away:</span> <span + class="i0">For why, they said, it was no boot</span> <span + class="i1"> The longer there to stay.</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page77" id="page77" title="77"></a> <span + class="i0">Then they fled into Calès,</span> <span class="i1"> Where + lie they must and will</span> <span class="i0">For fear lest they + should meet again</span> <span class="i1"> With our + Angel Gabriel.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">We had within our English ship</span> <span + class="i1"> But only three men slain,</span> <span + class="i0">And five men hurt, the which I hope</span> <span + class="i1"> Will soon be well again.</span> <span + class="i0">At Bristol we were landed,</span> <span class="i1"> And + let us praise God still,</span> <span class="i0">That thus hath + blest our lusty hearts</span> <span class="i1"> And our + Angel Gabriel.</span> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xxxi">XXXI</a></small><br />HELEN OF KIRKCONNELL + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">I wish I were where Helen lies,</span> <span + class="i0">Night and day on me she cries;</span> <span class="i0">O + that I were where Helen lies,</span> <span class="i1"> On + fair Kirkconnell lea!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Curst be the heart that thought the thought,</span> + <span class="i0">And curst the hand that fired the shot,</span> + <span class="i0">When in my arms burd Helen dropt,</span> <span + class="i1"> And died to succour me!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">O thinkna ye my heart was sair</span> <span + class="i0">When my love dropt down, and spak' nae mair?</span> + <span class="i0">There did she swoon wi' meikle care,</span> <span + class="i1"> On fair Kirkconnell lea.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page78" id="page78" title="78"></a> <span + class="i0">As I went down the water side,</span> <span class="i0">None + but my foe to be my guide,</span> <span class="i0">None but my foe + to be my guide</span> <span class="i1"> On fair + Kirkconnell lea;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">I lighted down my sword to draw,</span> <span + class="i0">I hackèd him in pieces sma',</span> <span + class="i0">I hackèd him in pieces sma'</span> <span + class="i1"> For her sake that died for me.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">O Helen fair beyond compare!</span> <span + class="i0">I'll mak' a garland o' thy hair,</span> <span class="i0">Shall + bind my heart for evermair,</span> <span class="i1"> Until + the day I dee!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">O that I were where Helen lies!</span> <span + class="i0">Night and day on me she cries;</span> <span class="i0">Out + of my bed she bids me rise,</span> <span class="i1"> Says, + ‘Haste, and come to me!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">O Helen fair! O Helen chaste!</span> <span + class="i0">If I were with thee I were blest,</span> <span class="i0">Where + thou lies low and takes thy rest,</span> <span class="i1"> On + fair Kirkconnell lea.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">I wish my grave were growing green,</span> <span + class="i0">A winding-sheet drawn ower my e'en,</span> <span + class="i0">And I in Helen's arms lying</span> <span class="i1"> On + fair Kirkconnell lea.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">I wish I were where Helen lies!</span> <span + class="i0">Night and day on me she cries,</span> <span class="i0">And + I am weary of the skies</span> <span class="i1"> For her + sake that died for me.</span> + </p> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page79" id="page79" title="79"></a><small><a + href="#note_xxxii">XXXII</a></small><br />THE TWA CORBIES + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">As I was walking all alane,</span> <span class="i0">I + heard twa corbies making a mane:</span> <span class="i0">The tane + unto the tither say,</span> <span class="i0">‘Where sall we + gang and dine the day?’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘In behint yon auld fail dyke</span> <span + class="i0">I wot there lies a new-slain knight;</span> <span + class="i0">And naebody kens that he lies there</span> <span + class="i0">But his hawk, his hound, and his lady fair.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">His hound is to the hunting gane,</span> <span + class="i0">His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame,</span> <span + class="i0">His lady's ta'en another mate,</span> <span class="i0">Sae + we may mak' our dinner sweet.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane,</span> <span + class="i0">And I'll pike out his bonny blue e'en:</span> <span + class="i0">Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair</span> <span class="i0">We'll + theek our nest when it grows bare.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Mony a one for him makes mane,</span> <span + class="i0">But nane sall ken where he is gane:</span> <span + class="i0">O'er his white banes, when they are bare,</span> <span + class="i0">The wind sall blaw for evermair.’</span> + </p> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page80" id="page80" title="80"></a><small><a + href="#note_xxxiii">XXXIII</a></small><br />THE BARD + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i1"> ‘Ruin seize thee, ruthless King!</span> + <span class="i1"> Confusion on thy banners wait!</span> + <span class="i0">Though fanned by Conquest's crimson wing</span> + <span class="i1"> They mock the air with idle state.</span> + <span class="i0">Helm, nor hauberk's twisted mail,</span> <span + class="i0">Nor e'en thy virtues, tyrant, shall avail</span> <span + class="i0">To save thy secret soul from nightly fears,</span> <span + class="i0">From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears!’</span> + <span class="i0">Such were the sounds that o'er the crested pride</span> + <span class="i1"> Of the first Edward scattered wild dismay,</span> + <span class="i0">As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side</span> + <span class="i1"> He wound with toilsome march his long + array:</span> <span class="i0">Stout Glo'ster stood aghast in + speechless trance;</span> <span class="i0">‘To arms!’ + cried Mortimer, and couched his quivering lance.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i1"> On a rock, whose haughty brow</span> + <span class="i0">Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood,</span> + <span class="i1"> Robed in the sable garb of woe</span> + <span class="i0">With haggard eyes the Poet stood</span> <span + class="i0">(Loose his beard and hoary hair</span> <span class="i0">Streamed + like a meteor to the troubled air),</span> <span class="i0">And + with a master's hand and prophet's fire</span> <span class="i0">Struck + the deep sorrows of his lyre:</span> <span class="i0">‘Hark, + how each giant oak and desert-cave</span> <span class="i1"> Sighs + to the torrent's awful voice beneath!</span> <span class="i0">O'er + thee, O King! their hundred arms they wave,</span> <span class="i1"> Revenge + on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe;</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page81" id="page81" title="81"></a> <span class="i0">Vocal no + more, since Cambria's fatal day,</span> <span class="i0">To + high-born Hoel's harp or soft Llewellyn's lay.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i1"> ‘Cold is Cadwallo's tongue</span> + <span class="i1"> That hushed the stormy main:</span> + <span class="i0">Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy bed:</span> + <span class="i1"> Mountains, ye mourn in vain</span> + <span class="i1"> Modred, whose magic song</span> <span + class="i0">Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud-topt head.</span> + <span class="i1"> On dreary Arvon's shore they lie</span> + <span class="i0">Smeared with gore and ghastly pale:</span> <span + class="i0">Far, far aloof the affrighted ravens sail;</span> <span + class="i1"> The famished eagle screams, and passes by.</span> + <span class="i0">Dear lost companions of my tuneful art,</span> + <span class="i1"> Dear as the light that visits these sad + eyes,</span> <span class="i0">Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my + heart,</span> <span class="i1"> Ye died amidst your + dying country's cries!—</span> <span class="i0">No more I + weep. They do not sleep.</span> <span class="i1"> On + yonder cliffs, a grisly band,</span> <span class="i0">I see them + sit; they linger yet,</span> <span class="i1"> Avengers + of their native land:</span> <span class="i0">With me in dreadful + harmony they join,</span> <span class="i0">And weave with bloody + hands the tissue of thy line.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Weave the warp and weave the woof</span> + <span class="i1"> The winding-sheet of Edward's race:</span> + <span class="i0">Give ample room and verge enough</span> <span + class="i1"> The characters of hell to trace.</span> + <span class="i0">Mark the year and mark the night</span> <span + class="i0">When Severn shall re-echo with affright</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page82" id="page82" title="82"></a> <span + class="i0">The shrieks of death through Berkeley's roof that ring,</span> + <span class="i0">Shrieks of an agonising king!</span> <span + class="i1"> She-wolf of France, with unrelenting fangs,</span> + <span class="i0">That tear'st the bowels of thy mangled mate,</span> + <span class="i1"> From thee be born, who o'er thy country + hangs</span> <span class="i0">The scourge of Heaven! What terrors + round him wait!</span> <span class="i0">Amazement in his van, with + Flight combined,</span> <span class="i0">And Sorrow's faded form, + and Solitude behind.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Mighty victor, mighty lord,</span> <span + class="i1"> Low on his funeral couch he lies!</span> + <span class="i0">No pitying heart, no eye, afford</span> <span + class="i1"> A tear to grace his obsequies.</span> <span + class="i0">Is the sable warrior fled?</span> <span class="i0">Thy + son is gone. He rests among the dead.</span> <span class="i0">The + swarm that in thy noontide beam were born?</span> <span class="i0">Gone + to salute the rising morn.</span> <span class="i0">Fair laughs the + Morn, and soft the zephyr blows,</span> <span class="i1"> While + proudly riding o'er the azure realm</span> <span class="i0">In + gallant trim the gilded vessel goes:</span> <span class="i1"> Youth + on the prow and Pleasure at the helm:</span> <span class="i0">Regardless + of the sweeping Whirlwind's sway,</span> <span class="i0">That + hushed in grim repose expects his evening prey.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i1"> ‘Fill high the sparkling bowl.</span> + <span class="i0">The rich repast prepare;</span> <span class="i1"> Reft + of a crown, he yet may share the feast:</span> <span class="i0">Close + by the regal chair</span> <span class="i1"> Fell Thirst + and Famine scowl</span> <span class="i1"> A baleful + smile upon their baffled guest.</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page83" id="page83" title="83"></a> <span class="i0">Heard ye the + din of battle bray,</span> <span class="i1"> Lance to + lance and horse to horse?</span> <span class="i1"> Long + years of havoc urge their destined course,</span> <span class="i0">And + through the kindred squadrons mow their way.</span> <span class="i1"> Ye + towers of Julius, London's lasting shame,</span> <span class="i0">With + many a foul and midnight murder fed,</span> <span class="i1"> Revere + his consort's faith, his father's fame,</span> <span class="i0">And + spare the meek usurper's holy head!</span> <span class="i0">Above, + below, the rose of snow,</span> <span class="i1"> Twined + with her blushing foe, we spread:</span> <span class="i0">The + bristled boar in infant-gore</span> <span class="i1"> Wallows + beneath the thorny shade.</span> <span class="i0">Now, brothers, + bending o'er the accursed loom,</span> <span class="i0">Stamp we + our vengeance deep, and ratify his doom.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Edward, lo! to sudden fate</span> <span + class="i1"> (Weave we the woof; the thread is spun;)</span> + <span class="i0">Half of thy heart we consecrate.</span> <span + class="i1"> (The web is wove; the work is done.)</span> + <span class="i0">Stay, O stay! nor thus forlorn</span> <span + class="i0">Leave me unblessed, unpitied, here to mourn:</span> + <span class="i0">In yon bright track that fires the western skies</span> + <span class="i0">They melt, they vanish from my eyes.</span> <span + class="i0">But O! what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height</span> + <span class="i1"> Descending slow their glittering skirts + unroll?</span> <span class="i0">Visions of glory, spare my aching + sight,</span> <span class="i1"> Ye unborn ages, crowd + not on my soul!</span> <span class="i0">No more our long-lost + Arthur we bewail:</span> <span class="i0">All hail, ye genuine + kings! Britannia's issue, hail!</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page84" id="page84" title="84"></a> <span + class="i1"> ‘Girt with many a baron bold</span> + <span class="i0">Sublime their starry fronts they rear;</span> + <span class="i1"> And gorgeous dames, and statesmen old</span> + <span class="i0">In bearded majesty, appear.</span> <span class="i0">In + the midst a form divine!</span> <span class="i0">Her eye proclaims + her of the Briton-line:</span> <span class="i0">Her lion-port, her + awe-commanding face</span> <span class="i0">Attempered sweet to + virgin grace.</span> <span class="i0">What strings symphonious + tremble in the air,</span> <span class="i1"> What + strains of vocal transport round her play?</span> <span class="i0">Hear + from the grave, great Taliessin, hear;</span> <span class="i1"> They + breathe a soul to animate thy clay.</span> <span class="i0">Bright + Rapture calls and, soaring as she sings,</span> <span class="i0">Waves + in the eye of Heaven her many-coloured wings.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘The verse adorn again</span> <span + class="i1"> Fierce War and faithful Love</span> <span + class="i0">And Truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.</span> <span + class="i1"> In buskined measures move</span> <span + class="i0">Pale Grief and pleasing Pain,</span> <span class="i0">With + Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast.</span> <span class="i0">A + voice as of the cherub-choir</span> <span class="i1"> Gales + from blooming Eden bear,</span> <span class="i1"> And + distant warblings lessen on my ear</span> <span class="i0">That + lost in long futurity expire.</span> <span class="i0">Fond impious + man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud,</span> <span class="i1"> Raised + by thy breath, has quenched the orb of day?</span> <span class="i0">To-morrow + he repairs the golden flood</span> <span class="i1"> And + warms the nations with redoubled ray.</span> <span class="i0">Enough + for me: with joy I see</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page85" + id="page85" title="85"></a> <span class="i1"> The different + doom our fates assign:</span> <span class="i0">Be thine Despair and + sceptred Care,</span> <span class="i1"> To triumph and + to die are mine.’</span> <span class="i0">He spoke, and + headlong from the mountain's height</span> <span class="i0">Deep in + the roaring tide he plunged to endless night.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Gray.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xxxiv">XXXIV</a></small><br />THE ROYAL GEORGE + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Toll for the Brave!</span> <span class="i0">The + brave that are no more!</span> <span class="i0">All sunk beneath + the wave</span> <span class="i0">Fast by their native shore!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Eight hundred of the brave,</span> <span class="i0">Whose + courage well was tried,</span> <span class="i0">Had made the vessel + heel</span> <span class="i0">And laid her on her side.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">A land-breeze shook the shrouds</span> <span + class="i0">And she was overset;</span> <span class="i0">Down went + the Royal George</span> <span class="i0">With all her crew + complete.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Toll for the brave!</span> <span class="i0">Brave + Kempenfelt is gone;</span> <span class="i0">His last sea-fight is + fought,</span> <span class="i0">His work of glory done.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">It was not in the battle;</span> <span class="i0">No + tempest gave the shock;</span> <span class="i0">She sprang no fatal + leak,</span> <span class="i0">She ran upon no rock.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page86" id="page86" title="86"></a> <span + class="i0">His sword was in its sheath,</span> <span class="i0">His + fingers held the pen,</span> <span class="i0">When Kempenfelt went + down</span> <span class="i0">With twice four hundred men.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Weigh the vessel up</span> <span class="i0">Once + dreaded by our foes!</span> <span class="i0">And mingle with our + cup</span> <span class="i0">The tear that England owes.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Her timbers yet are sound,</span> <span class="i0">And + she may float again</span> <span class="i0">Full charged with + England's thunder,</span> <span class="i0">And plough the distant + main:</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But Kempenfelt is gone,</span> <span class="i0">His + victories are o'er;</span> <span class="i0">And he and his eight + hundred</span> <span class="i0">Shall plough the wave no more.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Cowper.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xxxiv">XXXV</a></small><br />BOADICEA + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">When the British warrior queen,</span> <span + class="i1"> Bleeding from the Roman rods,</span> <span + class="i0">Sought with an indignant mien</span> <span class="i1"> Counsel + of her country's gods,</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Sage beneath the spreading oak</span> <span + class="i1"> Sat the Druid, hoary chief,</span> <span + class="i0">Every burning word he spoke</span> <span class="i1"> Full + of rage, and full of grief:</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page87" id="page87" title="87"></a> <span + class="i0">‘Princess! if our aged eyes</span> <span class="i1"> Weep + upon thy matchless wrongs,</span> <span class="i0">'Tis because + resentment ties</span> <span class="i1"> All the terrors + of our tongues.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Rome shall perish,—write that word</span> + <span class="i1"> In the blood that she has spilt;</span> + <span class="i0">Perish hopeless and abhorred,</span> <span + class="i1"> Deep in ruin as in guilt.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Rome, for empire far renowned,</span> <span + class="i1"> Tramples on a thousand states;</span> <span + class="i0">Soon her pride shall kiss the ground,</span> <span + class="i1"> Hark! the Gaul is at her gates!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Other Romans shall arise</span> <span class="i1"> Heedless + of a soldier's name;</span> <span class="i0">Sounds, not arms, + shall win the prize,</span> <span class="i1"> Harmony + the path to fame.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then the progeny that springs</span> <span + class="i1"> From the forests of our land,</span> <span + class="i0">Armed with thunder, clad with wings,</span> <span + class="i1"> Shall a wider world command.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Regions Cæsar never knew</span> <span + class="i1"> Thy posterity shall sway;</span> <span + class="i0">Where his eagles never flew,</span> <span class="i1"> None + invincible as they.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Such the bard's prophetic words,</span> <span + class="i1"> Pregnant with celestial fire,</span> <span + class="i0">Bending as he swept the chords</span> <span class="i1"> Of + his sweet but awful lyre.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page88" id="page88" title="88"></a> <span + class="i0">She with all a monarch's pride</span> <span class="i1"> Felt + them in her bosom glow,</span> <span class="i0">Rushed to battle, + fought, and died,</span> <span class="i1"> Dying, hurled + them at the foe:</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Ruffians, pitiless as proud,</span> <span + class="i1"> Heaven awards the vengeance due;</span> + <span class="i0">Empire is on us bestowed,</span> <span class="i1"> Shame + and ruin wait for you.’</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Cowper.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xxxvi">XXXVI</a></small><br />TO HIS LADY + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">If doughty deeds my lady please</span> <span + class="i1"> Right soon I'll mount my steed;</span> <span + class="i0">And strong his arm, and fast his seat</span> <span + class="i1"> That bears frae me the meed.</span> <span + class="i0">I'll wear thy colours in my cap</span> <span class="i1"> Thy + picture at my heart;</span> <span class="i0">And he that bends not + to thine eye</span> <span class="i1"> Shall rue it to + his smart!</span> <span class="i2"> Then + tell me how to woo thee, Love;</span> <span class="i3"> O + tell me how to woo thee!</span> <span class="i2"> For + thy dear sake, nae care I'll take,</span> <span class="i3"> Tho' + ne'er another trow me.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">If gay attire delight thine eye</span> <span + class="i1"> I'll dight me in array;</span> <span + class="i0">I'll tend thy chamber door all night,</span> <span + class="i1"> And squire thee all the day.</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page89" id="page89" title="89"></a> <span + class="i0">If sweetest sounds can win thine ear</span> <span + class="i1"> These sounds I'll strive to catch;</span> + <span class="i0">Thy voice I'll steal to woo thysell,</span> <span + class="i1"> That voice that nane can match.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But if fond love thy heart can gain,</span> <span + class="i1"> I never broke a vow;</span> <span class="i0">Nae + maiden lays her skaith to me,</span> <span class="i1"> I + never loved but you.</span> <span class="i0">For you alone I ride + the ring,</span> <span class="i1"> For you I wear the + blue;</span> <span class="i0">For you alone I strive to sing,</span> + <span class="i1"> O tell me how to woo!</span> <span + class="i2"> Then tell me how to woo thee, Love;</span> + <span class="i3"> O tell me how to + woo thee!</span> <span class="i2"> For thy + dear sake, nae care I'll take,</span> <span class="i3"> Tho' + ne'er another trow me.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Graham of Gartmore.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xxxvii">XXXVII</a></small><br />CONSTANCY + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Blow high, blow low, let tempests tear</span> + <span class="i1"> The mainmast by the board;</span> + <span class="i0">My heart, with thoughts of thee, my dear,</span> + <span class="i1"> And love well stored,</span> <span + class="i0">Shall brave all danger, scorn all fear,</span> <span + class="i1"> The roaring winds, the raging sea,</span> + <span class="i0">In hopes on shore to be once more</span> <span + class="i1"> Safe moored with thee!</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page90" id="page90" title="90"></a> <span + class="i0">Aloft while mountains high we go,</span> <span class="i1"> The + whistling winds that scud along,</span> <span class="i0">And surges + roaring from below,</span> <span class="i1"> Shall my + signal be to think on thee,</span> <span class="i2"> And + this shall be my song:</span> <span class="i4"> Blow + high, blow low—</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And on that night, when all the crew,</span> <span + class="i1"> The memory of their former lives</span> + <span class="i0">O'er flowing cans of flip renew,</span> <span + class="i1"> And drink their sweethearts and their wives,</span> + <span class="i2"> I'll heave a sigh and think on + thee,</span> <span class="i2"> And, as the + ship rolls through the sea,</span> <span class="i2"> The + burden of my song shall be:</span> <span class="i4"> Blow + high, blow low—</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Dibdin.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xxxvii">XXXVIII</a></small><br />THE PERFECT SAILOR + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling,</span> + <span class="i1"> The darling of our crew;</span> <span + class="i0">No more he'll hear the tempest howling,</span> <span + class="i1"> For death has broached him to.</span> <span + class="i0">His form was of the manliest beauty,</span> <span + class="i1"> His heart was kind and soft,</span> <span + class="i0">Faithful, below, he did his duty,</span> <span class="i1"> But + now he's gone aloft.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Tom never from his word departed,</span> <span + class="i1"> His virtues were so rare,</span> <span + class="i0">His friends were many and true-hearted,</span> <span + class="i1"> His Poll was kind and fair;</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page91" id="page91" title="91"></a> <span + class="i0">And then he'd sing so blithe and jolly,</span> <span + class="i1"> Ah, many's the time and oft!</span> <span + class="i0">But mirth is turned to melancholy,</span> <span + class="i1"> For Tom is gone aloft.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Yet shall poor Tom find pleasant weather,</span> + <span class="i1"> When He, who all commands,</span> + <span class="i0">Shall give, to call life's crew together,</span> + <span class="i1"> The word to pipe all hands.</span> + <span class="i0">Thus Death, who kings and tars despatches,</span> + <span class="i1"> In vain Tom's life has doffed,</span> + <span class="i0">For, though his body's under hatches</span> <span + class="i1"> His soul has gone aloft.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Dibdin.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xxxix">XXXIX</a></small><br />THE DESERTER + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">If sadly thinking,</span> <span class="i0">With + spirits sinking,</span> <span class="i0">Could more than drinking</span> + <span class="i1"> My cares compose,</span> <span + class="i0">A cure for sorrow</span> <span class="i0">From sighs I'd + borrow,</span> <span class="i0">And hope to-morrow</span> + <span class="i1"> Would end my woes.</span> <span + class="i0">But as in wailing</span> <span class="i0">There's nought + availing,</span> <span class="i0">And Death unfailing</span> + <span class="i1"> Will strike the blow,</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page92" id="page92" title="92"></a> <span + class="i0">Then for that reason,</span> <span class="i0">And for a + season,</span> <span class="i0">Let us be merry</span> <span + class="i1"> Before we go.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">To joy a stranger,</span> <span class="i0">A + way-worn ranger,</span> <span class="i0">In every danger</span> + <span class="i1"> My course I've run;</span> <span + class="i0">Now hope all ending,</span> <span class="i0">And Death + befriending,</span> <span class="i0">His last aid lending,</span> + <span class="i1"> My cares are done:</span> <span + class="i0">No more a rover,</span> <span class="i0">Or hapless + lover,</span> <span class="i0">My griefs are over,</span> + <span class="i1"> My glass runs low;</span> <span + class="i0">Then for that reason,</span> <span class="i0">And for a + season,</span> <span class="i0">Let us be merry</span> <span + class="i1"> Before we go!</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Curran.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xl">XL</a></small><br />THE ARETHUSA + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Come, all ye jolly sailors bold,</span> <span + class="i0">Whose hearts are cast in honour's mould,</span> <span + class="i0">While English glory I unfold,</span> <span class="i3"> Huzza + for the Arethusa!</span> <span class="i0">She is a frigate tight + and brave,</span> <span class="i0">As ever stemmed the dashing + wave;</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page93" id="page93" + title="93"></a> <span class="i3"> Her + men are staunch</span> <span class="i3"> To + their fav'rite launch,</span> <span class="i0">And when the foe + shall meet our fire,</span> <span class="i0">Sooner than strike, + we'll all expire</span> <span class="i3"> On + board of the Arethusa.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">'Twas with the spring fleet she went out</span> + <span class="i0">The English Channel to cruise about,</span> <span + class="i0">When four French sail, in show so stout</span> <span + class="i3"> Bore down on the + Arethusa.</span> <span class="i0">The famed Belle Poule straight + ahead did lie,</span> <span class="i0">The Arethusa seemed to fly,</span> + <span class="i3"> Not a sheet, or a + tack,</span> <span class="i3"> Or + a brace, did she slack;</span> <span class="i0">Though the + Frenchman laughed and thought it stuff,</span> <span class="i0">But + they knew not the handful of men, how tough,</span> <span class="i3"> On + board of the Arethusa.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">On deck five hundred men did dance,</span> <span + class="i0">The stoutest they could find in France;</span> <span + class="i0">We with two hundred did advance</span> <span class="i3"> On + board of the Arethusa.</span> <span class="i0">Our captain hailed + the Frenchman, ‘Ho!’</span> <span class="i0">The + Frenchman then cried out ‘Hallo!’</span> <span + class="i3"> ‘Bear down, d'ye + see,</span> <span class="i3"> To + our Admiral's lee!’</span> <span class="i0">‘No, no,’ + says the Frenchman, ‘that can't be!’</span> <span + class="i0">‘Then I must lug you along with me,’</span> + <span class="i3"> Says the saucy + Arethusa.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page94" id="page94" title="94"></a> <span + class="i0">The fight was off the Frenchman's land,</span> <span + class="i0">We forced them back upon their strand,</span> <span + class="i0">For we fought till not a stick could stand</span> <span + class="i3"> Of the gallant Arethusa.</span> + <span class="i0">And now we've driven the foe ashore</span> <span + class="i0">Never to fight with Britons more,</span> <span class="i3"> Let + each fill his glass</span> <span class="i3"> To + his fav'rite lass;</span> <span class="i0">A health to our captain + and officers true,</span> <span class="i0">And all that belong to + the jovial crew</span> <span class="i3"> On + board of the Arethusa.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Prince Hoare.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xli">XLI</a></small><br />THE BEAUTY OF TERROR + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Tiger, tiger, burning bright</span> <span + class="i0">In the forests of the night,</span> <span class="i0">What + immortal hand or eye</span> <span class="i0">Could frame thy + fearful symmetry?</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">In what distant deeps or skies</span> <span + class="i0">Burnt the fire of thine eyes?</span> <span class="i0">On + what wings dare he aspire?</span> <span class="i0">What the hand + dare seize the fire?</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And what shoulder, and what art,</span> <span + class="i0">Could twist the sinews of thy heart?</span> <span + class="i0">And when thy heart began to beat,</span> <span class="i0">What + dread hand? and what dread feet?</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page95" id="page95" title="95"></a> <span + class="i0">What the hammer? what the chain?</span> <span class="i0">In + what furnace was thy brain?</span> <span class="i0">What the anvil? + what dread grasp</span> <span class="i0">Dare its deadly terrors + clasp?</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">When the stars threw down their spears,</span> + <span class="i0">And watered heaven with their tears,</span> <span + class="i0">Did He smile His work to see?</span> <span class="i0">Did + He who made the lamb make thee?</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Tiger, tiger, burning bright</span> <span + class="i0">In the forests of the night,</span> <span class="i0">What + immortal hand or eye</span> <span class="i0">Dare frame thy fearful + symmetry?</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Blake.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xlii">XLII</a></small><br />DEFIANCE + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong,</span> + <span class="i1"> The wretch's destinie:</span> <span + class="i0">M'Pherson's time will not be long</span> <span class="i1"> On + yonder gallows tree.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i3"> Sae rantingly, sae + wantonly,</span> <span class="i4"> Sae + dauntingly gaed he;</span> <span class="i3"> He + played a spring and danced it round,</span> <span class="i4"> Below + the gallows tree.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Oh, what is death but parting breath?—</span> + <span class="i1"> On monie a bloody plain</span> <span + class="i0">I've dared his face, and in this place</span> <span + class="i1"> I scorn him yet again!</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page96" id="page96" title="96"></a> <span + class="i0">Untie these bands from off my hands,</span> <span + class="i1"> And bring to me my sword!</span> <span + class="i0">And there's no a man in all Scotland,</span> <span + class="i1"> But I'll brave him at a word.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">I've lived a life of sturt and strife;</span> + <span class="i1"> I die by treacherie:</span> <span + class="i0">It burns my heart I must depart</span> <span class="i1"> And + not avengèd be.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Now farewell light, thou sunshine bright,</span> + <span class="i1"> And all beneath the sky!</span> <span + class="i0">May coward shame distain his name,</span> <span + class="i1"> The wretch that dares not die!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i3"> Sae rantingly, sae + wantonly,</span> <span class="i4"> Sae + dauntingly gaed he;</span> <span class="i3"> He + played a spring and danced it round,</span> <span class="i4"> Below + the gallows tree.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Burns.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xliii">XLIII</a></small><br />THE GOAL OF LIFE + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Should auld acquaintance be forgot,</span> <span + class="i1"> And never brought to min'?</span> <span + class="i0">Should auld acquaintance be forgot,</span> <span + class="i1"> And days o' lang syne?</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i3"> For auld lang syne, + my dear,</span> <span class="i4"> For + auld lang syne,</span> <span class="i3"> We'll + tak a cup o' kindness yet</span> <span class="i4"> For + auld lang syne.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page97" id="page97" title="97"></a> <span + class="i0">And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp,</span> <span + class="i1"> And surely I'll be mine;</span> <span + class="i0">And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet</span> <span + class="i1"> For auld lang syne.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">We twa hae run about the braes,</span> <span + class="i1"> And pu'd the gowans fine;</span> <span + class="i0">But we've wandered mony a weary foot</span> <span + class="i1"> Sin' auld lang syne.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">We twa hae paidled i' the burn</span> <span + class="i1"> From mornin' sun till dine;</span> <span + class="i0">But seas between us braid hae roared</span> <span + class="i1"> Sin' auld lang syne.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And here's a hand, my trusty fiere,</span> <span + class="i1"> And gie's a hand o' thine;</span> <span + class="i0">And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught</span> <span + class="i1"> For auld lang syne.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i3"> For auld lang syne, + my dear,</span> <span class="i4"> For + auld lang syne,</span> <span class="i3"> We'll + tak a cup o' kindness yet</span> <span class="i4"> For + auld lang syne.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Burns.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xliv">XLIV</a></small><br />BEFORE PARTING + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Go fetch to me a pint o' wine,</span> <span + class="i1"> An' fill it in a silver tassie;</span> <span + class="i0">That I may drink before I go</span> <span class="i1"> A + service to my bonnie lassie.</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page98" id="page98" title="98"></a> <span class="i0">The boat + rocks at the pier o' Leith,</span> <span class="i1"> Fu' + loud the wind blaws frae the ferry,</span> <span class="i0">The + ship rides by the Berwick-law,</span> <span class="i1"> And + I maun leave my bonnie Mary.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The trumpets sound, the banners fly,</span> <span + class="i1"> The glittering spears are rankèd ready,</span> + <span class="i0">The shouts o' war are heard afar,</span> <span + class="i1"> The battle closes thick and bloody;</span> + <span class="i0">But it's no the roar o' sea or shore</span> <span + class="i1"> Wad mak me langer wish to tarry,</span> + <span class="i0">Nor shout o' war that's heard afar,</span> <span + class="i1"> It's leaving thee, my bonnie Mary.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Burns.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xlv">XLV</a></small><br />DEVOTION + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">O Mary, at thy window be,</span> <span class="i1"> It + is the wished, the trysted hour!</span> <span class="i0">Those + smiles and glances let me see,</span> <span class="i1"> That + mak the miser's treasure poor.</span> <span class="i1"> How + blythely wad I bide the stoure,</span> <span class="i0">A weary + slave frae sun to sun,</span> <span class="i1"> Could I + the rich reward secure,</span> <span class="i0">The lovely Mary + Morison!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Yestreen, when to the trembling string</span> + <span class="i1"> The dance gaed through the lighted ha',</span> + <span class="i0">To thee my fancy took its wing,</span> <span + class="i1"> I sat, but neither heard or saw;</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page99" id="page99" title="99"></a> <span + class="i1"> Tho' this was fair, and that was braw,</span> + <span class="i0">And yon the toast of a' the toun,</span> <span + class="i1"> I sighed, and said amang them a',</span> + <span class="i0">‘Ye are na Mary Morison.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace,</span> <span + class="i1"> Wha for thy sake wad gladly die?</span> + <span class="i0">Or canst thou break that heart of his</span> <span + class="i1"> Whase only faut is loving thee?</span> <span + class="i1"> If love for love thou wilt na gie,</span> + <span class="i0">At least be pity to me shown!</span> <span + class="i1"> A thought ungentle canna be</span> <span + class="i0">The thought o' Mary Morison.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Burns.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xlvi">XLVI</a></small><br />TRUE UNTIL DEATH + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">It was a' for our rightfu' King,</span> <span + class="i1"> We left fair Scotland's strand;</span> <span + class="i0">It was a' for our rightfu' King</span> <span class="i1"> We + e'er saw Irish land,</span> <span class="i8"> My + dear,</span> <span class="i1"> We e'er saw Irish land.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Now a' is done that men can do,</span> <span + class="i1"> And a' is done in vain;</span> <span + class="i0">My love and native land farewell,</span> <span class="i1"> For + I maun cross the main,</span> <span class="i8"> My + dear,</span> <span class="i1"> For I maun cross the + main.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page100" id="page100" title="100"></a> <span + class="i0">He turned him right and round about</span> <span + class="i1"> Upon the Irish shore;</span> <span class="i0">And + gae his bridle-reins a shake,</span> <span class="i1"> With + adieu for evermore,</span> <span class="i8"> My + dear,</span> <span class="i1"> Adieu for evermore.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The sodger from the wars returns,</span> <span + class="i1"> The sailor frae the main;</span> <span + class="i0">But I hae parted frae my love,</span> <span class="i1"> Never + to meet again,</span> <span class="i8"> My + dear,</span> <span class="i1"> Never to meet again.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">When day is gane, and night is come,</span> <span + class="i1"> And a' folk bound to sleep;</span> <span + class="i0">I think on him that's far awa,</span> <span class="i1"> The + lee-lang night, and weep,</span> <span class="i8"> My + dear,</span> <span class="i1"> The lee-lang night, and + weep.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Burns.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xlvii">XLVII</a></small><br />VENICE + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee</span> + <span class="i0">And was the safeguard of the West: the worth</span> + <span class="i0">Of Venice did not fall below her birth,</span> + <span class="i0">Venice, the eldest Child of Liberty.</span> <span + class="i0">She was a maiden City, bright and free;</span> <span + class="i0">No guile seduced, no force could violate;</span> <span + class="i0">And, when she took unto herself a Mate,</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page101" id="page101" title="101"></a> <span + class="i0">She must espouse the everlasting Sea.</span> <span + class="i0">And what if she had seen those glories fade,</span> + <span class="i0">Those titles vanish, and that strength decay;</span> + <span class="i0">Yet shall some tribute of regret be paid</span> + <span class="i0">When her long life hath reached its final day:</span> + <span class="i0">Men are we, and must grieve when even the Shade</span> + <span class="i0">Of that which once was great is passed away.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Wordsworth.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xlvii">XLVIII</a></small><br />DESTINY + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">It is not to be thought of that the Flood</span> + <span class="i0">Of British freedom, which, to the open sea</span> + <span class="i0">Of the world's praise, from dark antiquity</span> + <span class="i0">Hath flowed, ‘with pomp of waters, unwithstood,’</span> + <span class="i0">Roused though it be full often to a mood</span> + <span class="i0">Which spurns the check of salutary bands,</span> + <span class="i0">That this most famous Stream in bogs and sands</span> + <span class="i0">Should perish; and to evil and to good</span> + <span class="i0">Be lost for ever. In our halls is hung</span> + <span class="i0">Armoury of the invincible Knights of old:</span> + <span class="i0">We must be free or die, who speak the tongue</span> + <span class="i0">That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold</span> + <span class="i0">Which Milton held. In everything we are sprung</span> + <span class="i0">Of Earth's first blood, have titles manifold.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Wordsworth.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xlvii">XLIX</a></small><br />THE MOTHERLAND + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">When I have borne in memory what has tamed</span> + <span class="i0">Great Nations, how ennobling thoughts depart</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page102" id="page102" title="102"></a> <span + class="i0">When men change swords for ledgers, and desert</span> + <span class="i0">The student's bower for gold, some fears unnamed</span> + <span class="i0">I had, my Country!—am I to be blamed?</span> + <span class="i0">But when I think of thee, and what thou art,</span> + <span class="i0">Verily, in the bottom of my heart,</span> <span + class="i0">Of those unfilial fears I am ashamed.</span> <span + class="i0">But dearly must we prize thee; we who find</span> <span + class="i0">In thee a bulwark for the cause of men;</span> <span + class="i0">And I by my affection was beguiled.</span> <span + class="i0">What wonder if a Poet now and then,</span> <span + class="i0">Among the many movements of his mind,</span> <span + class="i0">Felt for thee as a lover or a child!</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Wordsworth.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xlvii">L</a></small><br />IDEAL + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour:</span> + <span class="i0">England hath need of thee; she is a fen</span> + <span class="i0">Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen,</span> + <span class="i0">Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,</span> + <span class="i0">Have forfeited their ancient English dower</span> + <span class="i0">Of inward happiness. We are selfish men;</span> + <span class="i0">Oh! raise us up, return to us again;</span> <span + class="i0">And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.</span> + <span class="i0">Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart:</span> + <span class="i0">Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea:</span> + <span class="i0">Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free,</span> + <span class="i0">So didst thou travel on life's common way,</span> + <span class="i0">In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart</span> + <span class="i0">The lowliest duties on itself did lay.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Wordsworth.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page103" id="page103" title="103"></a><small><a + href="#note_xlvii">LI</a></small><br />TO DUTY + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i1"> Stern Daughter of the Voice of God!</span> + <span class="i1"> O Duty! if that name thou love</span> + <span class="i1"> Who art a light to guide, a rod</span> + <span class="i1"> To check the erring, and reprove;</span> + <span class="i1"> Thou, who art victory and law</span> + <span class="i1"> When empty terrors overawe;</span> + <span class="i1"> From vain temptations dost set free;</span> + <span class="i0">And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i1"> There are who ask not if thine eye</span> + <span class="i1"> Be on them; who, in love and truth,</span> + <span class="i1"> Where no misgiving is, rely</span> + <span class="i1"> Upon the genial sense of youth:</span> + <span class="i1"> Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot;</span> + <span class="i1"> Who do thy work, and know it not:</span> + <span class="i1"> May joy be theirs while life shall last!</span> + <span class="i0">And Thou, if they should totter, teach them to stand + fast!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i1"> Serene will be our days and bright,</span> + <span class="i1"> And happy will our nature be,</span> + <span class="i1"> When love is an unerring light,</span> + <span class="i1"> And joy its own security.</span> <span + class="i1"> And they a blissful course may hold</span> + <span class="i1"> Even now, who, not unwisely bold,</span> + <span class="i1"> Live in the spirit of this creed;</span> + <span class="i0">Yet find that other strength, according to their need.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page104" id="page104" title="104"></a> <span + class="i1"> I, loving freedom, and untried;</span> <span + class="i1"> No sport of every random gust,</span> <span + class="i1"> Yet being to myself a guide,</span> <span + class="i1"> Too blindly have reposed my trust:</span> + <span class="i1"> And oft, when in my heart was heard</span> + <span class="i1"> Thy timely mandate, I deferred</span> + <span class="i1"> The task, in smoother walks to stray;</span> + <span class="i0">But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i1"> Through no disturbance of my soul</span> + <span class="i1"> Or strong compunction in me wrought,</span> + <span class="i1"> I supplicate for thy control;</span> + <span class="i1"> But in the quietness of thought:</span> + <span class="i1"> Me this unchartered freedom tires;</span> + <span class="i1"> I feel the weight of chance-desires:</span> + <span class="i1"> My hopes no more must change their name,</span> + <span class="i0">I long for a repose that ever is the same.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i1"> Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear</span> + <span class="i1"> The Godhead's most benignant grace;</span> + <span class="i1"> Nor know we anything so fair</span> + <span class="i1"> As is the smile upon thy face:</span> + <span class="i1"> Flowers laugh before thee on their beds</span> + <span class="i1"> And fragrance in thy footing treads;</span> + <span class="i1"> Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong;</span> + <span class="i0">And the most ancient heavens, through thee, are fresh + and strong.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i1"> To humbler functions, awful Power!</span> + <span class="i1"> I call thee: I myself commend</span> + <span class="i1"> Unto thy guidance from this hour;</span> + <span class="i1"> O let my weakness have an end!</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page105" id="page105" title="105"></a> <span + class="i1"> Give unto me, made lowly wise,</span> <span + class="i1"> The spirit of self-sacrifice;</span> <span + class="i1"> The confidence of reason give;</span> <span + class="i0">And in the light of truth thy Bondman let me live!</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Wordsworth.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xlvii">LII</a></small><br />TWO VICTORIES + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">I said, when evil men are strong,</span> <span + class="i0">No life is good, no pleasure long,</span> <span + class="i0">A weak and cowardly untruth!</span> <span class="i0">Our + Clifford was a happy Youth,</span> <span class="i0">And thankful + through a weary time</span> <span class="i0">That brought him up to + manhood's prime.</span> <span class="i0">Again, he wanders forth at + will,</span> <span class="i0">And tends a flock from hill to hill:</span> + <span class="i0">His garb is humble; ne'er was seen</span> <span + class="i0">Such garb with such a noble mien;</span> <span class="i0">Among + the shepherd grooms no mate</span> <span class="i0">Hath he, a + Child of strength and state!</span> <span class="i0">Yet lacks not + friends for simple glee,</span> <span class="i0">Nor yet for higher + sympathy.</span> <span class="i0">To his side the fallow-deer</span> + <span class="i0">Came, and rested without fear;</span> <span + class="i0">The eagle, lord of land and sea,</span> <span class="i0">Stooped + down to pay him fealty;</span> <span class="i0">And both the + undying fish that swim</span> <span class="i0">Through + Bowscale-Tarn did wait on him;</span> <span class="i0">The pair + were servants of his eye</span> <span class="i0">In their + immortality;</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page106" id="page106" + title="106"></a> <span class="i0">And glancing, gleaming, dark or + bright,</span> <span class="i0">Moved to and fro, for his delight.</span> + <span class="i0">He knew the rocks which Angels haunt</span> <span + class="i0">Upon the mountains visitant;</span> <span class="i0">He + hath kenned them taking wing:</span> <span class="i0">And into + caves where Faeries sing</span> <span class="i0">He hath entered; + and been told</span> <span class="i0">By Voices how men lived of + old.</span> <span class="i0">Among the heavens his eye can see</span> + <span class="i0">The face of thing that is to be;</span> <span + class="i0">And, if that men report him right,</span> <span + class="i0">His tongue could whisper words of might.</span> <span + class="i0">Now another day is come,</span> <span class="i0">Fitter + hope, and nobler doom;</span> <span class="i0">He hath thrown aside + his crook,</span> <span class="i0">And hath buried deep his book;</span> + <span class="i0">Armour rusting in his halls</span> <span class="i0">On + the blood of Clifford calls:</span> <span class="i0">‘Quell + the Scot!’ exclaims the Lance;</span> <span class="i0">‘Bear + me to the heart of France,’</span> <span class="i0">Is the + longing of the Shield;</span> <span class="i0">Tell thy name, thou + trembling field;</span> <span class="i0">Field of death, where'er + thou be,</span> <span class="i0">Groan thou with our victory!</span> + <span class="i0">Happy day, and mighty hour,</span> <span class="i0">When + our Shepherd in his power,</span> <span class="i0">Mailed and + horsed, with lance and sword,</span> <span class="i0">To his + ancestors restored</span> <span class="i0">Like a reappearing Star,</span> + <span class="i0">Like a glory from afar,</span> <span class="i0">First + shall head the flock of war!</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Wordsworth.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page107" id="page107" title="107"></a><small><a + href="#note_liii">LIII</a></small><br />IN MEMORIAM<small>NELSON: + PITT: FOX</small> + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i1"> To mute and to material things</span> + <span class="i0">New life revolving summer brings;</span> <span + class="i0">The genial call dead Nature hears,</span> <span + class="i0">And in her glory reappears.</span> <span class="i0">But + O my Country's wintry state</span> <span class="i0">What second + spring shall renovate?</span> <span class="i0">What powerful call + shall bid arise</span> <span class="i0">The buried warlike and the + wise;</span> <span class="i0">The mind that thought for Britain's + weal,</span> <span class="i0">The hand that grasped the victor + steel?</span> <span class="i0">The vernal sun new life bestows</span> + <span class="i0">Even on the meanest flower that blows;</span> + <span class="i0">But vainly, vainly may he shine,</span> <span + class="i0">Where glory weeps o'er <strong>Nelson's</strong> shrine;</span> + <span class="i0">And vainly pierce the solemn gloom,</span> <span + class="i0">That shrouds, O <strong>Pitt</strong>, thy hallowed tomb!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i1"> Deep graved in every British heart,</span> + <span class="i0">O never let those names depart!</span> <span + class="i0">Say to your sons,—Lo, here his grave,</span> <span + class="i0">Who victor died on Gadite wave;</span> <span class="i0">To + him, as to the burning levin,</span> <span class="i0">Short, + bright, resistless course was given.</span> <span class="i0">Where'er + his country's foes were found</span> <span class="i0">Was heard the + fated thunder's sound,</span> <span class="i0">Till burst the bolt + on yonder shore,</span> <span class="i0">Rolled, blazed, destroyed,—and + was no more.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page108" id="page108" title="108"></a> <span + class="i1"> Nor mourn ye less his perished worth,</span> + <span class="i0">Who bade the conqueror go forth,</span> <span + class="i0">And launched that thunderbolt of war</span> <span + class="i0">On Egypt, Hafnia, Trafalgar;</span> <span class="i0">Who, + born to guide such high emprise,</span> <span class="i0">For + Britain's weal was early wise;</span> <span class="i0">Alas! to + whom the Almighty gave,</span> <span class="i0">For Britain's sins, + an early grave!</span> <span class="i0">His worth, who in his + mightiest hour</span> <span class="i0">A bauble held the pride of + power,</span> <span class="i0">Spurned at the sordid lust of pelf,</span> + <span class="i0">And served his Albion for herself;</span> <span + class="i0">Who, when the frantic crowd amain</span> <span class="i0">Strained + at subjection's bursting rein,</span> <span class="i0">O'er their + wild mood full conquest gained,</span> <span class="i0">The pride + he would not crush restrained,</span> <span class="i0">Showed their + fierce zeal a worthier cause,</span> <span class="i0">And brought + the freeman's arm to aid the freeman's laws.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i1"> Hadst thou but lived, though stripped of + power,</span> <span class="i0">A watchman on the lonely tower,</span> + <span class="i0">Thy thrilling trump had roused the land,</span> + <span class="i0">When fraud or danger were at hand;</span> <span + class="i0">By thee, as by the beacon-light,</span> <span class="i0">Our + pilots had kept course aright;</span> <span class="i0">As some + proud column, though alone,</span> <span class="i0">Thy strength + had propped the tottering throne</span> <span class="i0">Now is the + stately column broke,</span> <span class="i0">The beacon-light is + quenched in smoke,</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page109" + id="page109" title="109"></a> <span class="i0">The trumpet's silver + sound is still,</span> <span class="i0">The warder silent on the + hill!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i1"> O think, how to his latest day,</span> + <span class="i0">When death, just hovering, claimed his prey,</span> + <span class="i0">With Palinure's unaltered mood</span> <span + class="i0">Firm at his dangerous post he stood;</span> <span + class="i0">Each call for needful rest repelled,</span> <span + class="i0">With dying hand the rudder held,</span> <span class="i0">Till + in his fall with fateful sway,</span> <span class="i0">The steerage + of the realm gave way!</span> <span class="i0">Then, while on + Britain's thousand plains</span> <span class="i0">One unpolluted + church remains,</span> <span class="i0">Whose peaceful bells ne'er + sent around</span> <span class="i0">The bloody tocsin's maddening + sound,</span> <span class="i0">But still, upon the hallowed day,</span> + <span class="i0">Convoke the swains to praise and pray;</span> + <span class="i0">While faith and civil peace are dear,</span> <span + class="i0">Grace this cold marble with a tear,—</span> <span + class="i0">He, who preserved them, <strong>Pitt</strong>, lies here!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i1"> Nor yet suppress the generous sigh,</span> + <span class="i0">Because his rival slumbers nigh;</span> <span + class="i0">Nor be thy <i>requiescat</i> dumb,</span> <span + class="i0">Lest it be said o'er <strong>Fox's</strong> tomb.</span> + <span class="i0">For talents mourn, untimely lost,</span> <span + class="i0">When best employed, and wanted most;</span> <span + class="i0">Mourn genius high, and lore profound,</span> <span + class="i0">And wit that loved to play, not wound;</span> <span + class="i0">And all the reasoning powers divine,</span> <span + class="i0">To penetrate, resolve, combine;</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page110" id="page110" title="110"></a> <span + class="i0">And feelings keen, and fancy's glow,—</span> <span + class="i0">They sleep with him who sleeps below:</span> <span + class="i0">And, if thou mourn'st they could not save</span> <span + class="i0">From error him who owns this grave,</span> <span + class="i0">Be every harsher thought suppressed,</span> <span + class="i0">And sacred be the last long rest.</span> <span class="i0"><i>Here</i>, + where the end of earthly things</span> <span class="i0">Lays + heroes, patriots, bards, and kings;</span> <span class="i0">Where + stiff the hand, and still the tongue,</span> <span class="i0">Of + those who fought, and spoke, and sung;</span> <span class="i0"><i>Here</i>, + where the fretted aisles prolong</span> <span class="i0">The + distant notes of holy song,</span> <span class="i0">As if some + angel spoke agen,</span> <span class="i0">‘All peace on + earth, good-will to men’;</span> <span class="i0">If ever + from an English heart</span> <span class="i0">O, <i>here</i> let + prejudice depart,</span> <span class="i0">And, partial feeling cast + aside,</span> <span class="i0">Record, that <strong>Fox</strong> a + Briton died!</span> <span class="i0">When Europe crouched to + France's yoke,</span> <span class="i0">And Austria bent, and + Prussia broke,</span> <span class="i0">And the firm Russian's + purpose brave</span> <span class="i0">Was bartered by a timorous + slave,</span> <span class="i0">Even then dishonour's peace he + spurned,</span> <span class="i0">The sullied olive-branch returned,</span> + <span class="i0">Stood for his country's glory fast,</span> <span + class="i0">And nailed her colours to the mast!</span> <span + class="i0">Heaven, to reward his firmness, gave</span> <span + class="i0">A portion in this honoured grave,</span> <span class="i0">And + ne'er held marble in its trust</span> <span class="i0">Of two such + wondrous men the dust.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page111" id="page111" title="111"></a> <span + class="i1"> With more than mortal powers endowed,</span> + <span class="i0">How high they soared above the crowd!</span> <span + class="i0">Theirs was no common party race,</span> <span class="i0">Jostling + by dark intrigue for place;</span> <span class="i0">Like fabled + Gods, their mighty war</span> <span class="i0">Shook realms and + nations in its jar;</span> <span class="i0">Beneath each banner + proud to stand,</span> <span class="i0">Looked up the noblest of + the land,</span> <span class="i0">Till through the British world + were known</span> <span class="i0">The names of <strong>Pitt</strong> + and <strong>Fox</strong> alone.</span> <span class="i0">Spells of + such force no wizard grave</span> <span class="i0">E'er framed in + dark Thessalian cave,</span> <span class="i0">Though his could + drain the ocean dry,</span> <span class="i0">And force the planets + from the sky.</span> <span class="i0">These spells are spent, and, + spent with these</span> <span class="i0">The wine of life is on the + lees.</span> <span class="i0">Genius, and taste, and talent gone,</span> + <span class="i0">For ever tombed beneath the stone,</span> <span + class="i0">Where—taming thought to human pride!—</span> + <span class="i0">The mighty chiefs sleep side by side.</span> <span + class="i0">Drop upon <strong>Fox's</strong> grave the tear,</span> + <span class="i0">'Twill trickle to his rival's bier;</span> <span + class="i0">O'er <strong>Pitt's</strong> the mournful requiem sound,</span> + <span class="i0">And <strong>Fox's</strong> shall the notes rebound.</span> + <span class="i0">The solemn echo seems to cry,—</span> <span + class="i0">‘Here let their discord with them die.</span> + <span class="i0">Speak not for those a separate doom</span> <span + class="i0">Whom fate made Brothers in the tomb;</span> <span + class="i0">But search the land of living men,</span> <span + class="i0">Where wilt thou find their like agen?’</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Scott.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page112" id="page112" title="112"></a><small><a + href="#note_liii">LIV</a></small><br />LOCHINVAR + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west,</span> + <span class="i0">Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;</span> + <span class="i0">And save his good broadsword he weapons had none,</span> + <span class="i0">He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone.</span> + <span class="i0">So faithful in love and so dauntless in war,</span> + <span class="i0">There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">He staid not for brake, and he stopped not for stone,</span> + <span class="i0">He swam the Eske river where ford there was none;</span> + <span class="i0">But ere he alighted at Netherby gate,</span> <span + class="i0">The bride had consented, the gallant came late;</span> + <span class="i0">For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war,</span> + <span class="i0">Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">So boldly he entered the Netherby Hall,</span> + <span class="i0">Among bride's-men, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all:</span> + <span class="i0">Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword,</span> + <span class="i0">(For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,)</span> + <span class="i0">‘O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war,</span> + <span class="i0">Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied;</span> + <span class="i0">Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide;</span> + <span class="i0">And now am I come with this lost love of mine</span> + <span class="i0">To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine.</span> + <span class="i0">There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far</span> + <span title="Closing quote missing in original" class="i0">That would + gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page113" id="page113" title="113"></a> <span + class="i0">The bride kissed the goblet: the knight took it up,</span> + <span class="i0">He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup.</span> + <span class="i0">She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh,</span> + <span class="i0">With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.</span> + <span class="i0">He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar,</span> + <span class="i0">‘Now tread we a measure!’ said young + Lochinvar.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">So stately his form, and so lovely her face,</span> + <span class="i0">That never a hall such a galliard did grace;</span> + <span class="i0">While her mother did fret, and her father did fume,</span> + <span class="i0">And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume;</span> + <span class="i0">And the bride-maidens whispered, ‘'Twere better + by far,</span> <span class="i0">To have matched our fair cousin + with young Lochinvar.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">One touch to her hand and one word in her ear,</span> + <span class="i0">When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood + near;</span> <span class="i0">So light to the croup the fair lady + he swung,</span> <span class="i0">So light to the saddle before her + he sprung!</span> <span class="i0">‘She is won! we are gone, + over bank, bush, and scaur;</span> <span class="i0">They'll have + fleet steeds that follow,’ quoth young Lochinvar.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">There was mounting 'mong Græmes of the Netherby + clan;</span> <span class="i0">Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, + they rode and they ran:</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page114" + id="page114" title="114"></a> <span class="i0">There was racing and + chasing on Cannobie Lee,</span> <span class="i0">But the lost bride + of Netherby ne'er did they see.</span> <span class="i0">So daring + in love and so dauntless in war,</span> <span class="i0">Have ye + e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Scott.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_liii">LV</a></small><br />FLODDEN + </h2> + <h3> + THE MARCH + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i0">Next morn the Baron climbed the tower,</span> + <span class="i0">To view afar the Scottish power</span> <span + class="i1"> Encamped on Flodden edge:</span> <span + class="i0">The white pavilions made a show,</span> <span class="i0">Like + remnants of the winter snow,</span> <span class="i1"> Along + the dusky ridge.</span> <span class="i0">Long Marmion looked: at + length his eye</span> <span class="i0">Unusual movement might + descry</span> <span class="i1"> Amid the shifting lines:</span> + <span class="i0">The Scottish host drawn out appears,</span> <span + class="i0">For flashing on the hedge of spears</span> <span + class="i1"> The eastern sunbeam shines.</span> <span + class="i0">Their front now deepening, now extending;</span> <span + class="i0">Their flank inclining, wheeling, bending,</span> <span + class="i0">Now drawing back, and now descending,</span> <span + class="i0">The skilful Marmion well could know,</span> <span + class="i0">They watched the motions of some foe</span> <span + class="i0">Who traversed on the plain below.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Even so it was. From Flodden ridge</span> <span + class="i1"> The Scots beheld the English host</span> + <span class="i1"> Leave Barmore-wood, their evening post,</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page115" id="page115" title="115"></a> <span + class="i1"> And heedful watched them as they crossed</span> + <span class="i0">The Till by Twisel bridge.</span> <span class="i1"> High + sight it is and haughty, while</span> <span class="i1"> They + dive into the deep defile;</span> <span class="i1"> Beneath + the caverned cliff they fall,</span> <span class="i1"> Beneath + the castle's airy wall.</span> <span class="i0">By rock, by oak, by + hawthorn-tree,</span> <span class="i1"> Troop after + troop are disappearing;</span> <span class="i1"> Troop + after troop their banners rearing</span> <span class="i0">Upon the + eastern bank you see.</span> <span class="i0">Still pouring down + the rocky den,</span> <span class="i1"> Where flows the + sullen Till,</span> <span class="i0">And rising from the dim-wood + glen,</span> <span class="i0">Standards on standards, men on men,</span> + <span class="i1"> In slow succession still,</span> <span + class="i0">And sweeping o'er the Gothic arch,</span> <span + class="i0">And pressing on in ceaseless march,</span> <span + class="i1"> To gain the opposing hill.</span> <span + class="i0">That morn to many a trumpet clang,</span> <span + class="i0">Twisel! thy rocks deep echo rang;</span> <span class="i0">And + many a chief of birth and rank,</span> <span class="i0">Saint + Helen! at thy fountain drank.</span> <span class="i0">Thy hawthorn + glade, which now we see</span> <span class="i0">In spring-tide + bloom so lavishly,</span> <span class="i0">Had then from many an + axe its doom,</span> <span class="i0">To give the marching columns + room.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And why stands Scotland idly now,</span> <span + class="i0">Dark Flodden! on thy airy brow,</span> <span class="i0">Since + England gains the pass the while,</span> <span class="i0">And + struggles through the deep defile?</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page116" id="page116" title="116"></a> <span class="i0">What + checks the fiery soul of James?</span> <span class="i0">Why sits + that champion of the dames</span> <span class="i1"> Inactive + on his steed,</span> <span class="i0">And sees between him and his + land,</span> <span class="i0">Between him and Tweed's southern + strand,</span> <span class="i1"> His host Lord Surrey + lead?</span> <span class="i0">What 'vails the vain knight-errant's + brand?</span> <span class="i0">O, Douglas, for thy leading wand!</span> + <span class="i1"> Fierce Randolph, for thy speed!</span> + <span class="i0">O for one hour of Wallace wight,</span> <span + class="i0">Or well-skilled Bruce, to rule the fight,</span> <span + class="i0">And cry ‘Saint Andrew and our right!’</span> + <span class="i0">Another sight had seen that morn,</span> <span + class="i0">From Fate's dark book a leaf been torn,</span> <span + class="i0">And Flodden had been Bannockburn!</span> <span class="i0">The + precious hour has passed in vain,</span> <span class="i0">And + England's host has gained the plain;</span> <span class="i0">Wheeling + their march, and circling still,</span> <span class="i0">Around the + base of Flodden hill.</span> + </p> + <h3> + THE ATTACK + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘But see! look up—on Flodden bent</span> + <span class="i0">The Scottish foe has fired his tent.’</span> + <span class="i1"> And sudden, as he spoke,</span> <span + class="i0">From the sharp ridges of the hill,</span> <span + class="i0">All downward to the banks of Till</span> <span class="i1"> Was + wreathed in sable smoke.</span> <span class="i0">Volumed and fast, + and rolling far,</span> <span class="i0">The cloud enveloped + Scotland's war,</span> <span class="i1"> As down the + hill they broke;</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page117" + id="page117" title="117"></a> <span class="i0">Nor martial shout nor + minstrel tone</span> <span class="i0">Announced their march; their + tread alone,</span> <span class="i0">At times one warning trumpet + blown,</span> <span class="i1"> At times a stifled hum,</span> + <span class="i0">Told England, from his mountain-throne</span> + <span class="i1"> King James did rushing come.</span> + <span class="i0">Scarce could they hear, or see their foes,</span> + <span class="i1"> Until at weapon-point they close.</span> + <span class="i0">They close in clouds of smoke and dust,</span> + <span class="i0">With sword-sway and with lance's thrust;</span> + <span class="i1"> And such a yell was there</span> <span + class="i0">Of sudden and portentous birth,</span> <span class="i0">As + if men fought upon the earth</span> <span class="i0">And fiends in + upper air;</span> <span class="i0">O life and death were in the + shout,</span> <span class="i0">Recoil and rally, charge and rout,</span> + <span class="i1"> And triumph and despair.</span> <span + class="i0">Long looked the anxious squires; their eye</span> <span + class="i0">Could in the darkness nought descry.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">At length the freshening western blast</span> + <span class="i0">Aside the shroud of battle cast;</span> <span + class="i0">And first the ridge of mingled spears</span> <span + class="i0">Above the brightening cloud appears;</span> <span + class="i0">And in the smoke the pennons flew,</span> <span + class="i0">As in the storm the white sea-mew.</span> <span + class="i0">Then marked they, dashing broad and far,</span> <span + class="i0">The broken billows of the war,</span> <span class="i0">And + plumèd crests of chieftains brave</span> <span class="i0">Floating + like foam upon the wave;</span> <span class="i1"> But + nought distinct they see:</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page118" + id="page118" title="118"></a> <span class="i0">Wide raged the battle on + the plain;</span> <span class="i0">Spears shook, and falchions + flashed amain;</span> <span class="i0">Fell England's arrow-flight + like rain;</span> <span class="i0">Crests rose, and stooped, and + rose again,</span> <span class="i1"> Wild and + disorderly.</span> <span class="i0">Amid the scene of tumult, high</span> + <span class="i0">They saw Lord Marmion's falcon fly:</span> <span + class="i0">And stainless Tunstall's banner white</span> <span + class="i0">And Edmund Howard's lion bright</span> <span class="i0">Still + bear them bravely in the fight:</span> <span class="i1"> Although + against them come</span> <span class="i0">Of gallant Gordons many a + one,</span> <span class="i0">And many a stubborn Badenoch-man,</span> + <span class="i0">And many a rugged Border clan,</span> <span + class="i1"> With Huntly and with Home.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Far on the left, unseen the while,</span> <span + class="i0">Stanley broke Lennox and Argyle;</span> <span class="i0">Though + there the western mountaineer</span> <span class="i0">Rushed with + bare bosom on the spear,</span> <span class="i0">And flung the + feeble targe aside,</span> <span class="i0">And with both hands the + broadsword plied.</span> <span class="i0">'Twas vain: but Fortune, + on the right,</span> <span class="i0">With fickle smile cheered + Scotland's fight.</span> <span class="i0">Then fell that spotless + banner white,</span> <span class="i1"> The Howard's lion + fell;</span> <span class="i0">Yet still Lord Marmion's falcon flew</span> + <span class="i0">With wavering flight, while fiercer grew</span> + <span class="i1"> Around the battle-yell.</span> <span + class="i0">The Border slogan rent the sky!</span> <span class="i0">A + Home! a Gordon! was the cry:</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page119" id="page119" title="119"></a> <span class="i1"> Loud + were the clanging blows;</span> <span class="i0">Advanced, forced + back, now low, now high,</span> <span class="i1"> The + pennon sank and rose;</span> <span class="i0">As bends the bark's + mast in the gale,</span> <span class="i0">When rent are rigging, + shrouds, and sail,</span> <span class="i1"> It wavered + 'mid the foes.</span> + </p> + <h3> + THE LAST STAND + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i0">By this, though deep the evening fell,</span> + <span class="i0">Still rose the battle's deadly swell,</span> <span + class="i0">For still the Scots, around their King,</span> <span + class="i0">Unbroken, fought in desperate ring.</span> <span + class="i0">Where's now their victor vaward wing,</span> <span + class="i1"> Where Huntly, and where Home?</span> <span + class="i0">O for a blast of that dread horn,</span> <span class="i0">On + Fontarabian echoes borne,</span> <span class="i1"> That + to King Charles did come,</span> <span class="i0">When Roland + brave, and Olivier,</span> <span class="i0">And every paladin and + peer,</span> <span class="i1"> On Roncesvalles died!</span> + <span class="i0">Such blast might warn them, not in vain,</span> + <span class="i0">To quit the plunder of the slain,</span> <span + class="i0">And turn the doubtful day again,</span> <span class="i1"> While + yet on Flodden side</span> <span class="i0">Afar the Royal Standard + flies,</span> <span class="i0">And round it toils, and bleeds, and + dies</span> <span class="i1"> Our Caledonian pride!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But as they left the dark'ning heath,</span> <span + class="i0">More desperate grew the strife of death.</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page120" id="page120" title="120"></a> <span + class="i0">The English shafts in volleys hailed,</span> <span + class="i0">In headlong charge their horse assailed;</span> <span + class="i0">Front, flank, and rear, the squadrons sweep</span> <span + class="i0">To break the Scottish circle deep</span> <span class="i1"> That + fought around their King.</span> <span class="i0">But yet, though + thick the shafts as snow,</span> <span class="i0">Though charging + knights like whirlwinds go,</span> <span class="i0">Though bill-men + ply the ghastly blow,</span> <span class="i1"> Unbroken + was the ring;</span> <span class="i0">The stubborn spear-men still + made good</span> <span class="i0">Their dark impenetrable wood,</span> + <span class="i0">Each stepping where his comrade stood,</span> + <span class="i1"> The instant that he fell.</span> <span + class="i0">No thought was there of dastard flight;</span> <span + class="i0">Linked in the serried phalanx tight,</span> <span + class="i0">Groom fought like noble, squire like knight,</span> + <span class="i1"> As fearlessly and well;</span> <span + class="i0">Till utter darkness closed her wing</span> <span + class="i0">O'er their thin host and wounded King.</span> <span + class="i0">Then skilful Surrey's sage commands</span> <span + class="i0">Led back from strife his shattered bands;</span> <span + class="i0">And from the charge they drew,</span> <span class="i0">As + mountain waves from wasted lands</span> <span class="i1"> Sweep + back to ocean blue.</span> <span class="i0">Then did their loss his + foemen know;</span> <span class="i0">Their King, their Lords, their + mightiest low,</span> <span class="i0">They melted from the field, + as snow,</span> <span class="i0">When streams are swoln and south + winds blow,</span> <span class="i1"> Dissolves in silent + dew.</span> <span class="i0">Tweed's echoes heard the ceaseless + plash,</span> <span class="i1"> While many a broken band</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page121" id="page121" title="121"></a> <span + class="i0">Disordered through her currents dash,</span> <span + class="i1"> To gain the Scottish land;</span> <span + class="i0">To town and tower, to town and dale,</span> <span + class="i0">To tell red Flodden's dismal tale,</span> <span + class="i0">And raise the universal wail.</span> <span class="i0">Tradition, + legend, tune, and song</span> <span class="i0">Shall many an age + that wail prolong:</span> <span class="i0">Still from the sire the + son shall hear</span> <span class="i0">Of the stern strife and + carnage drear</span> <span class="i1"> Of Flodden's + fatal field,</span> <span class="i0">Where shivered was fair + Scotland's spear,</span> <span class="i1"> And broken + was her shield!</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Scott.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_liii">LVI</a></small><br />THE CHASE + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">The stag at eve had drunk his fill,</span> <span + class="i0">Where danced the moon on Monan's rill,</span> <span + class="i0">And deep his midnight lair had made</span> <span + class="i0">In lone Glenartney's hazel shade;</span> <span class="i0">But, + when the sun his beacon red</span> <span class="i0">Had kindled on + Benvoirlich's head,</span> <span class="i0">The deep-mouthed + bloodhound's heavy bay</span> <span class="i0">Resounded up the + rocky way,</span> <span class="i0">And faint from farther distance + borne</span> <span class="i0">Were heard the clanging hoof and + horn.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">As Chief, who hears his warder call,</span> <span + class="i0">‘To arms! the foemen storm the wall,’</span> + <span class="i0">The antlered monarch of the waste</span> <span + class="i0">Sprang from his heathery couch in haste.</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page122" id="page122" title="122"></a> <span + class="i0">But, ere his fleet career he took,</span> <span + class="i0">The dew-drops from his flanks he shook;</span> <span + class="i0">Like crested leader proud and high,</span> <span + class="i0">Tossed his beamed frontlet to the sky;</span> <span + class="i0">A moment gazed adown the dale,</span> <span class="i0">A + moment snuffed the tainted gale,</span> <span class="i0">A moment + listened to the cry</span> <span class="i0">That thickened as the + chase drew nigh;</span> <span class="i0">Then, as the headmost foes + appeared,</span> <span class="i0">With one brave bound the copse he + cleared,</span> <span class="i0">And, stretching forward free and + far,</span> <span class="i0">Sought the wild heaths of Uam-Var.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Yelled on the view the opening pack;</span> <span + class="i0">Rock, glen, and cavern paid them back:</span> <span + class="i0">To many a mingled sound at once</span> <span class="i0">The + awakened mountain gave response.</span> <span class="i0">A hundred + dogs bayed deep and strong,</span> <span class="i0">Clattered a + hundred steeds along,</span> <span class="i0">Their peal the merry + horns rang out,</span> <span class="i0">A hundred voices joined the + shout;</span> <span class="i0">With hark and whoop and wild halloo</span> + <span class="i0">No rest Benvoirlich's echoes knew.</span> <span + class="i0">Far from the tumult fled the roe,</span> <span class="i0">Close + in her covert cowered the doe,</span> <span class="i0">The falcon + from her cairn on high</span> <span class="i0">Cast on the rout a + wondering eye,</span> <span class="i0">Till far beyond her piercing + ken</span> <span class="i0">The hurricane had swept the glen.</span> + <span class="i0">Faint and more faint, its failing din</span> <span + class="i0">Returned from cavern, cliff, and linn,</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page123" id="page123" title="123"></a> <span + class="i0">And silence settled wide and still</span> <span + class="i0">On the lone wood and mighty hill.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Less loud the sounds of silvan war</span> <span + class="i0">Disturbed the heights of Uam-Var,</span> <span class="i0">And + roused the cavern where, 'tis told,</span> <span class="i0">A giant + made his den of old;</span> <span class="i0">For ere that steep + ascent was won,</span> <span class="i0">High in his pathway hung + the sun,</span> <span class="i0">And many a gallant, stayed + perforce,</span> <span class="i0">Was fain to breathe his faltering + horse,</span> <span class="i0">And of the trackers of the deer</span> + <span class="i0">Scarce half the lessening pack was near;</span> + <span class="i0">So shrewdly on the mountain-side</span> <span + class="i0">Had the bold burst their mettle tried.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The noble stag was pausing now</span> <span + class="i0">Upon the mountain's southern brow,</span> <span + class="i0">Where broad extended, far beneath,</span> <span + class="i0">The varied realms of fair Menteith.</span> <span + class="i0">With anxious eye he wandered o'er</span> <span class="i0">Mountain + and meadow, moss and moor,</span> <span class="i0">And pondered + refuge from his toil</span> <span class="i0">By far Lochard or + Aberfoyle.</span> <span class="i0">But nearer was the copsewood + grey</span> <span class="i0">That waved and wept on Loch-Achray,</span> + <span class="i0">And mingled with the pine-trees blue</span> <span + class="i0">On the bold cliffs of Benvenue.</span> <span class="i0">Fresh + vigour with the hope returned,</span> <span class="i0">With flying + foot the heath he spurned,</span> <span class="i0">Held westward + with unwearied race,</span> <span class="i0">And left behind the + panting chase.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page124" id="page124" title="124"></a> <span + class="i0">'Twere long to tell what steeds gave o'er,</span> <span + class="i0">As swept the hunt through Cambus-more;</span> <span + class="i0">What reins were tightened in despair,</span> <span + class="i0">When rose Benledi's ridge in air;</span> <span class="i0">Who + flagged upon Bochastle's heath,</span> <span class="i0">Who shunned + to stem the flooded Teith,</span> <span class="i0">For twice that + day from shore to shore</span> <span class="i0">The gallant stag + swam stoutly o'er.</span> <span class="i0">Few were the stragglers, + following far,</span> <span class="i0">That reached the lake of + Vennachar;</span> <span class="i0">And when the Brigg of Turk was + won,</span> <span class="i0">The headmost horseman rode alone.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Alone, but with unbated zeal,</span> <span + class="i0">That horseman plied the scourge and steel;</span> <span + class="i0">For jaded now and spent with toil,</span> <span + class="i0">Embossed with foam and dark with soil,</span> <span + class="i0">While every gasp with sobs he drew,</span> <span + class="i0">The labouring stag strained full in view.</span> <span + class="i0">Two dogs of black Saint Hubert's breed,</span> <span + class="i0">Unmatched for courage, breath, and speed,</span> <span + class="i0">Fast on his flying traces came</span> <span class="i0">And + all but won that desperate game;</span> <span class="i0">For scarce + a spear's length from his haunch</span> <span class="i0">Vindictive + toiled the bloodhounds staunch;</span> <span class="i0">Nor nearer + might the dogs attain,</span> <span class="i0">Nor farther might + the quarry strain.</span> <span class="i0">Thus up the margin of + the lake,</span> <span class="i0">Between the precipice and brake,</span> + <span class="i0">O'er stock and rock their race they take.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page125" id="page125" title="125"></a> <span + class="i0">The Hunter marked that mountain high,</span> <span + class="i0">The lone lake's western boundary,</span> <span class="i0">And + deemed the stag must turn to bay</span> <span class="i0">Where that + huge rampart barred the way;</span> <span class="i0">Already + glorying in the prize,</span> <span class="i0">Measured his antlers + with his eyes;</span> <span class="i0">For the death-wound and + death-halloo</span> <span class="i0">Mustered his breath, his + whinyard drew;</span> <span class="i0">But thundering as he came + prepared,</span> <span class="i0">With ready arm and weapon bared,</span> + <span class="i0">The wily quarry shunned the shock,</span> <span + class="i0">And turned him from the opposing rock;</span> <span + class="i0">Then, dashing down a darksome glen,</span> <span + class="i0">Soon lost to hound and hunter's ken,</span> <span + class="i0">In the deep Trosach's wildest nook</span> <span + class="i0">His solitary refuge took.</span> <span class="i0">There, + while close couched, the thicket shed</span> <span class="i0">Cold + dews and wild-flowers on his head,</span> <span class="i0">He heard + the baffled dogs in vain</span> <span class="i0">Rave through the + hollow pass amain,</span> <span class="i0">Chiding the rocks that + yelled again.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Close on the hounds the hunter came,</span> <span + class="i0">To cheer them on the vanished game;</span> <span + class="i0">But, stumbling in the rugged dell,</span> <span + class="i0">The gallant horse exhausted fell.</span> <span class="i0">The + impatient rider strove in vain</span> <span class="i0">To rouse him + with the spur and rein,</span> <span class="i0">For the good steed, + his labours o'er,</span> <span class="i0">Stretched his stiff + limbs, to rise no more;</span> <span class="i0">Then touched with + pity and remorse</span> <span class="i0">He sorrowed o'er the + expiring horse.</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page126" + id="page126" title="126"></a> <span class="i0">‘I little thought, + when first thy rein</span> <span class="i0">I slacked upon the + banks of Seine,</span> <span class="i0">That Highland eagle e'er + should feed</span> <span class="i0">On thy fleet limbs, my + matchless steed!</span> <span class="i0">Woe worth the chase, woe + worth the day,</span> <span class="i0">That costs thy life, my + gallant grey!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then through the dell his horn resounds,</span> + <span class="i0">From vain pursuit to call the hounds.</span> <span + class="i0">Back limped with slow and crippled pace</span> <span + class="i0">The sulky leaders of the chase;</span> <span class="i0">Close + to their master's side they pressed,</span> <span class="i0">With + drooping tail and humbled crest;</span> <span class="i0">But still + the dingle's hollow throat</span> <span class="i0">Prolonged the + swelling bugle-note.</span> <span class="i0">The owlets started + from their dream,</span> <span class="i0">The eagles answered with + their scream,</span> <span class="i0">Round and around the sounds + were cast,</span> <span class="i0">Till echoes seemed an answering + blast;</span> <span class="i0">And on the hunter hied his way,</span> + <span class="i0">To join some comrades of the day.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Scott.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_liii">LVII</a></small><br />THE OUTLAW + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">O, Brignall banks are wild and fair,</span> <span + class="i1"> And Greta woods are green,</span> <span + class="i0">And you may gather garlands there</span> <span class="i1"> Would + grace a summer queen.</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page127" + id="page127" title="127"></a> <span class="i0">And as I rode by + Dalton-hall,</span> <span class="i1"> Beneath the + turrets high,</span> <span class="i0">A Maiden on the castle wall</span> + <span class="i1"> Was singing merrily:</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘O, Brignall banks are fresh and fair,</span> + <span class="i1"> And Greta woods are green;</span> + <span class="i0">I'd rather rove with Edmund there</span> <span + class="i1"> Than reign our English queen.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘If, Maiden, thou wouldst wend with me,</span> + <span class="i1"> To leave both tower and town,</span> + <span class="i0">Thou first must guess what life lead we</span> + <span class="i1"> That dwell by dale and down.</span> + <span class="i0">And if thou canst that riddle read,</span> <span + class="i1"> As read full well you may,</span> <span + class="i0">Then to the greenwood shalt thou speed,</span> <span + class="i1"> As blythe as Queen of May.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Yet sang she, ‘Brignall banks are fair,</span> + <span class="i1"> And Greta woods are green;</span> + <span class="i0">I'd rather rove with Edmund there</span> <span + class="i1"> Than reign our English queen.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">I read you, by your bugle-horn</span> <span + class="i1"> And by your palfrey good,</span> <span + class="i0">I read you for a Ranger sworn</span> <span class="i1"> To + keep the king's greenwood.’</span> <span class="i0">‘A + Ranger, lady, winds his horn,</span> <span class="i1"> And + 'tis at peep of light;</span> <span class="i0">His blast is heard + at merry morn,</span> <span class="i1"> And mine at dead + of night.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page128" id="page128" title="128"></a> <span + class="i0">Yet sang she ‘Brignall banks are fair,</span> + <span class="i1"> And Greta woods are gay;</span> <span + class="i0">I would I were with Edmund there,</span> <span class="i1"> To + reign his Queen of May!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">With burnished brand and musketoon</span> <span + class="i1"> So gallantly you come,</span> <span + class="i0">I read you for a bold Dragoon</span> <span class="i1"> That + lists the tuck of drum.’</span> <span class="i0">‘I + list no more the tuck of drum,</span> <span class="i1"> No + more the trumpet hear;</span> <span class="i0">But when the beetle + sounds his hum,</span> <span class="i1"> My comrades + take the spear.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And O! though Brignall banks be fair,</span> <span + class="i1"> And Greta woods be gay,</span> <span + class="i0">Yet mickle must the maiden dare</span> <span class="i1"> Would + reign my Queen of May!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Maiden! a nameless life I lead,</span> <span + class="i1"> A nameless death I'll die!</span> <span + class="i0">The fiend, whose lantern lights the mead,</span> <span + class="i1"> Were better mate than I!</span> <span + class="i0">And when I'm with my comrades met,</span> <span + class="i1"> Beneath the Greenwood bough,</span> <span + class="i0">What once we were we all forget,</span> <span class="i1"> Nor + think what we are now.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Yet Brignall banks are fresh and fair,</span> + <span class="i1"> And Greta woods are green,</span> + <span class="i0">And you may gather garlands there</span> <span + class="i1"> Would grace a summer queen.’</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Scott.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page129" id="page129" title="129"></a><small><a + href="#note_liii">LVIII</a></small><br />PIBROCH + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Pibroch of Donuil Dhu,</span> <span class="i1"> Pibroch + of Donuil,</span> <span class="i0">Wake thy wild voice anew,</span> + <span class="i1"> Summon Clan-Conuil.</span> <span + class="i0">Come away, come away,</span> <span class="i1"> Hark + to the summons!</span> <span class="i0">Come in your war array,</span> + <span class="i1"> Gentles and commons.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Come from deep glen and</span> <span class="i1"> From + mountains so rocky,</span> <span class="i0">The war-pipe and pennon</span> + <span class="i1"> Are at Inverlocky.</span> <span + class="i0">Come every hill-plaid and</span> <span class="i1"> True + heart that wears one,</span> <span class="i0">Come every steel + blade and</span> <span class="i1"> Strong hand that + bears one.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Leave untended the herd,</span> <span class="i1"> The + flock without shelter;</span> <span class="i0">Leave the corpse + uninterred,</span> <span class="i1"> The bride at the + altar;</span> <span class="i0">Leave the deer, leave the steer,</span> + <span class="i1"> Leave nets and barges:</span> <span + class="i0">Come with your fighting gear,</span> <span class="i1"> Broadswords + and targes.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page130" id="page130" title="130"></a> <span + class="i0">Come as the winds come when</span> <span class="i1"> Forests + are rended,</span> <span class="i0">Come as the waves come when</span> + <span class="i1"> Navies are stranded:</span> <span + class="i0">Faster come, faster come,</span> <span class="i1"> Faster + and faster,</span> <span class="i0">Chief, vassal, page and groom,</span> + <span class="i1"> Tenant and master.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Fast they come, fast they come;</span> <span + class="i1"> See how they gather!</span> <span class="i0">Wide + waves the eagle plume</span> <span class="i1"> Blended + with heather.</span> <span class="i0">Cast your plaids, draw your + blades,</span> <span class="i1"> Forward each man set!</span> + <span class="i0">Pibroch of Donuil Dhu,</span> <span class="i1"> Knell + for the onset!</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Scott.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_liii">LIX</a></small><br />THE OMNIPOTENT + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Why sitt'st thou by that ruined hall,</span> + <span class="i1"> Thou agèd carle so stern and grey?</span> + <span class="i0">Dost thou its former pride recall,</span> <span + class="i1"> Or ponder how it passed away?’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Know'st thou not me?’ the Deep Voice + cried;</span> <span class="i1"> ‘So long enjoyed, + so often misused,</span> <span class="i0">Alternate, in thy fickle + pride,</span> <span class="i1"> Desired, neglected, and + accused!</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page131" id="page131" title="131"></a> <span + class="i0">Before my breath, like blazing flax,</span> <span + class="i1"> Man and his marvels pass away!</span> <span + class="i0">And changing empires wane and wax,</span> <span + class="i1"> Are founded, flourish, and decay.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Redeem mine hours—the space is brief—</span> + <span class="i1"> While in my glass the sand-grains shiver,</span> + <span class="i0">And measureless thy joy or grief,</span> <span + class="i1"> When <strong>Time</strong> and thou shalt part + for ever!’</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Scott.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_liii">LX</a></small><br />THE RED HARLAW + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">The herring loves the merry moonlight,</span> + <span class="i1"> The mackerel loves the wind,</span> + <span class="i0">But the oyster loves the dredging sang,</span> + <span class="i1"> For they come of a gentle kind.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Now haud your tongue, baith wife and carle,</span> + <span class="i1"> And listen, great and sma',</span> + <span class="i0">And I will sing of Glenallan's Earl</span> <span + class="i1"> That fought on the red Harlaw.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The cronach's cried on Bennachie,</span> <span + class="i1"> And doun the Don and a',</span> <span + class="i0">And hieland and lawland may mournfu' be</span> <span + class="i1"> For the sair field of Harlaw.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">They saddled a hundred milk-white steeds,</span> + <span class="i1"> They hae bridled a hundred black,</span> + <span class="i0">With a chafron of steel on each horse's head</span> + <span class="i1"> And a good knight upon his back.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page132" id="page132" title="132"></a> <span + class="i0">They hadna ridden a mile, a mile,</span> <span class="i1"> A + mile, but barely ten,</span> <span class="i0">When Donald came + branking down the brae</span> <span class="i1"> Wi' + twenty thousand men.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Their tartans they were waving wide,</span> <span + class="i1"> Their glaives were glancing clear,</span> + <span class="i0">The pibrochs rang frae side to side,</span> <span + class="i1"> Would deafen ye to hear.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The great Earl in his stirrups stood,</span> <span + class="i1"> That Highland host to see:</span> <span + class="i0">‘Now here a knight that's stout and good</span> + <span class="i1"> May prove a jeopardie:</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">What wouldst thou do, my squire so gay,</span> + <span class="i1"> That rides beside my reyne,</span> + <span class="i0">Were ye Glenallan's Earl the day,</span> <span + class="i1"> And I were Roland Cheyne?</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">To turn the rein were sin and shame,</span> <span + class="i1"> To fight were wondrous peril:</span> <span + class="i0">What would ye do now, Roland Cheyne,</span> <span + class="i1"> Were ye Glenallan's Earl?’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Were I Glenallan's Earl this tide,</span> + <span class="i1"> And ye were Roland Cheyne,</span> + <span class="i0">The spur should be in my horse's side,</span> + <span class="i1"> And the bridle upon his mane.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">If they hae twenty thousand blades,</span> <span + class="i1"> And we twice ten times ten,</span> <span + class="i0">Yet they hae but their tartan plaids,</span> <span + class="i1"> And we are mail-clad men.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page133" id="page133" title="133"></a> <span + class="i0">My horse shall ride through ranks sae rude,</span> <span + class="i1"> As through the moorland fern,</span> <span + class="i0">Then ne'er let the gentle Norman blude</span> <span + class="i1"> Grow cauld for Highland kerne.’</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Scott.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_liii">LXI</a></small><br />FAREWELL + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Farewell! Farewell! the voice you hear</span> + <span class="i1"> Has left its last soft tone with you;</span> + <span class="i0">Its next must join the seaward cheer,</span> <span + class="i1"> And shout among the shouting crew.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The accents which I scarce could form</span> <span + class="i1"> Beneath your frown's controlling check,</span> + <span class="i0">Must give the word, above the storm,</span> <span + class="i1"> To cut the mast and clear the wreck.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The timid eye I dared not raise,</span> <span + class="i1"> The hand that shook when pressed to thine,</span> + <span class="i0">Must point the guns upon the chase,</span> <span + class="i1"> Must bid the deadly cutlass shine.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">To all I love, or hope, or fear,</span> <span + class="i1"> Honour or own, a long adieu!</span> <span + class="i0">To all that life has soft and dear,</span> <span + class="i1"> Farewell! save memory of you!</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Scott.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page134" id="page134" title="134"></a><small><a + href="#note_liii">LXII</a></small><br />BONNY DUNDEE + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">To the Lords of Convention 'twas Claver'se who spoke,</span> + <span class="i0">‘Ere the King's crown shall fall there are crowns + to be broke;</span> <span class="i0">So let each Cavalier who loves + honour and me,</span> <span class="i0">Come follow the bonnet of + Bonny Dundee.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i1"> Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can,</span> + <span class="i1"> Come saddle your horses, and call up your + men;</span> <span class="i1"> Come open the West Port, + and let me gang free,</span> <span class="i1"> And it's + room for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Dundee he is mounted, he rides up the street,</span> + <span class="i0">The bells are rung backward, the drums they are beat;</span> + <span class="i0">But the Provost, douce man, said, ‘Just e'en let + him be,</span> <span class="i0">The Gude Town is weel quit of that + Deil of Dundee.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">As he rode down the sanctified bends of the Bow,</span> + <span class="i0">Ilk carline was flyting and shaking her pow;</span> + <span class="i0">But the young plants of grace they looked couthie and + slee,</span> <span class="i0">Thinking, luck to thy bonnet, thou + Bonny Dundee!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">With sour-featured Whigs the Grassmarket was crammed,</span> + <span class="i0">As if half the West had set tryst to be hanged;</span> + <span class="i0">There was spite in each look, there was fear in each + e'e,</span> <span class="i0">As they watched for the bonnets of + Bonny Dundee.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page135" id="page135" title="135"></a> <span + class="i0">These cowls of Kilmarnock had spits and had spears,</span> + <span class="i0">And lang-hafted gullies to kill Cavaliers;</span> + <span class="i0">But they shrunk to close-heads, and the causeway was + free,</span> <span class="i0">At the toss of the bonnet of Bonny + Dundee.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">He spurred to the foot of the proud Castle rock,</span> + <span class="i0">And with the gay Gordon he gallantly spoke;</span> + <span class="i0">‘Let Mons Meg and her marrows speak twa words or + three</span> <span class="i0">For the love of the bonnet of Bonny + Dundee.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The Gordon demands of him which way he goes:</span> + <span class="i0">‘Where'er shall direct me the shade of Montrose!</span> + <span class="i0">Your Grace in short space shall hear tidings of me,</span> + <span class="i0">Or that low lies the bonnet of Bonny Dundee.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span title="Original begins with single quote" class="i0">There are + hills beyond Pentland, and lands beyond Forth,</span> <span + class="i0">If there's lords in the Lowlands, there's chiefs in the + North;</span> <span class="i0">There are wild Duniewassals three + thousand times three,</span> <span class="i0">Will cry <i>hoigh!</i> + for the bonnet of Bonny Dundee.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">There's brass on the target of barkened bull-hide;</span> + <span class="i0">There's steel in the scabbard that dangles beside;</span> + <span class="i0">The brass shall be burnished, the steel shall flash + free</span> <span class="i0">At a toss of the bonnet of Bonny + Dundee.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Away to the hills, to the caves, to the rocks,</span> + <span class="i0">Ere I owe an usurper, I'll couch with the fox;</span> + <span class="i0">And tremble, false Whigs, in the midst of your glee,</span> + <span class="i0">You have not seen the last of my bonnet and me!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page136" id="page136" title="136"></a> <span + class="i0">He waved his proud hand, and the trumpets were blown,</span> + <span class="i0">The kettle-drums clashed, and the horsemen rode on,</span> + <span class="i0">Till on Ravelston's cliffs and on Clermiston's lee</span> + <span class="i0">Died away the wild war-notes of Bonny Dundee.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i1"> Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can,</span> + <span class="i1"> Come saddle the horses and call up the men,</span> + <span class="i1"> Come open your gates, and let me gae free,</span> + <span class="i1"> For it's up with the bonnets of Bonny + Dundee!</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Sir Walter Scott.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_lxiii">LXIII</a></small><br />ROMANCE + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">In Xanadu did Kubla Khan</span> <span class="i0">A + stately pleasure-dome decree:</span> <span class="i0">Where Alph, + the sacred river, ran</span> <span class="i0">Through caverns + measureless to man</span> <span class="i0">Down to a sunless sea.</span> + <span class="i0">So twice five miles of fertile ground</span> <span + class="i0">With walls and towers were girdled round:</span> <span + class="i0">And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills</span> + <span class="i0">Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;</span> + <span class="i0">And here were forests ancient as the hills,</span> + <span class="i0">Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But O! that deep romantic chasm which slanted</span> + <span class="i0">Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!</span> + <span class="i0">A savage place! as holy and enchanted</span> <span + class="i0">As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted</span> <span + class="i0">By woman wailing for her demon-lover!</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page137" id="page137" title="137"></a> <span + class="i0">And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,</span> + <span class="i0">As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,</span> + <span class="i0">A mighty fountain momently was forced:</span> + <span class="i0">Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst</span> + <span class="i0">Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,</span> + <span class="i0">Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:</span> + <span class="i0">And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever</span> + <span class="i0">It flung up momently the sacred river.</span> + <span class="i0">Five miles meandering with a mazy motion</span> + <span class="i0">Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,</span> + <span class="i0">Then reached the caverns measureless to man,</span> + <span class="i0">And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:</span> + <span class="i0">And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far</span> + <span class="i0">Ancestral voices prophesying war!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The shadow of the dome of pleasure</span> <span + class="i0">Floated midway on the waves;</span> <span class="i0">Where + was heard the mingled measure</span> <span class="i0">From the + fountain and the caves.</span> <span class="i0">It was a miracle of + rare device,</span> <span class="i0">A sunny pleasure-dome with + caves of ice!</span> <span class="i0">A damsel with a dulcimer</span> + <span class="i0">In a vision once I saw:</span> <span class="i0">It + was an Abyssinian maid,</span> <span class="i0">And on her dulcimer + she played,</span> <span class="i0">Singing of Mount Abora.</span> + <span class="i0">Could I revive within me</span> <span class="i0">Her + symphony and song,</span> <span class="i0">To such a deep delight + 'twould win me,</span> <span class="i0">That with music loud and + long,</span> <span class="i0">I would build that dome in air,</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page138" id="page138" title="138"></a> <span + class="i0">That sunny dome! those caves of ice!</span> <span + class="i0">And all who heard should see them there,</span> <span + class="i0">And all should cry, Beware! Beware!</span> <span + class="i0">His flashing eyes, his floating hair!</span> <span + class="i0">Weave a circle round him thrice,</span> <span class="i0">And + close your eyes with holy dread,</span> <span class="i0">For he on + honey-dew hath fed,</span> <span class="i0">And drunk the milk of + Paradise.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Coleridge.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_lxiv">LXIV</a></small><br />SACRIFICE + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Iphigeneia, when she heard her doom</span> <span + class="i0">At Aulis, and when all beside the King</span> <span + class="i0">Had gone away, took his right hand, and said,</span> + <span class="i0">‘O father! I am young and very happy.</span> + <span class="i0">I do not think the pious Calchas heard</span> + <span class="i0">Distinctly what the Goddess spake. Old-age</span> + <span class="i0">Obscures the senses. If my nurse, who knew</span> + <span class="i0">My voice so well, sometimes misunderstood</span> + <span class="i0">While I was resting on her knee both arms</span> + <span class="i0">And hitting it to make her mind my words,</span> + <span class="i0">And looking in her face, and she in mine,</span> + <span class="i0">Might he not also hear one word amiss,</span> + <span class="i0">Spoken from so far off, even from Olympus?’</span> + <span class="i0">The father placed his cheek upon her head,</span> + <span class="i0">And tears dropt down it, but the king of men</span> + <span class="i0">Replied not. Then the maiden spake once more.</span> + <span class="i0">‘O father! say'st thou nothing? Hear'st thou not</span> + <span class="i0">Me, whom thou ever hast, until this hour,</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page139" id="page139" title="139"></a> <span + class="i0">Listened to fondly, and awakened me</span> <span + class="i0">To hear my voice amid the voice of birds,</span> <span + class="i0">When it was inarticulate as theirs,</span> <span + class="i0">And the down deadened it within the nest?’</span> + <span class="i0">He moved her gently from him, silent still,</span> + <span class="i0">And this, and this alone, brought tears from her,</span> + <span class="i0">Although she saw fate nearer: then with sighs,</span> + <span class="i0">‘I thought to have laid down my hair before</span> + <span class="i0">Benignant Artemis, and not have dimmed</span> + <span class="i0">Her polisht altar with my virgin blood;</span> + <span class="i0">I thought to have selected the white flowers</span> + <span class="i0">To please the Nymphs, and to have asked of each</span> + <span class="i0">By name, and with no sorrowful regret,</span> + <span class="i0">Whether, since both my parents willed the change,</span> + <span class="i0">I might at Hymen's feet bend my clipt brow;</span> + <span class="i0">And (after those who mind us girls the most)</span> + <span class="i0">Adore our own Athena, that she would</span> <span + class="i0">Regard me mildly with her azure eyes.</span> <span + class="i0">But, father! to see you no more, and see</span> <span + class="i0">Your love, O father! go ere I am gone.’ ...</span> + <span class="i0">Gently he moved her off, and drew her back,</span> + <span class="i0">Bending his lofty head far over hers,</span> <span + class="i0">And the dark depths of nature heaved and burst.</span> + <span class="i0">He turned away; not far, but silent still.</span> + <span class="i0">She now first shuddered; for in him, so nigh,</span> + <span class="i0">So long a silence seemed the approach of death,</span> + <span class="i0">And like it. Once again she raised her voice.</span> + <span class="i0">‘O father! if the ships are now detained,</span> + <span class="i0">And all your vows move not the Gods above,</span> + <span class="i0">When the knife strikes me there will be one prayer</span> + <span class="i0">The less to them: and purer can there be</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page140" id="page140" title="140"></a> <span + class="i0">Any, or more fervent than the daughter's prayer</span> + <span class="i0">For her dear father's safety and success?’</span> + <span class="i0">A groan that shook him shook not his resolve.</span> + <span class="i0">An aged man now entered, and without</span> <span + class="i0">One word, stept slowly on, and took the wrist</span> + <span class="i0">Of the pale maiden. She looked up, and saw</span> + <span class="i0">The fillet of the priest and calm cold eyes.</span> + <span class="i0">Then turned she where her parent stood, and cried,</span> + <span class="i0">‘O father! grieve no more: the ships can sail.’</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Landor.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_lxv">LXV</a></small><br />SOLDIER AND SAILOR + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">I love contemplating, apart</span> <span class="i1"> From + all his homicidal glory,</span> <span class="i0">The traits that + soften to our heart</span> <span class="i1"> Napoleon's + story!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">'Twas when his banners at Boulogne</span> <span + class="i1"> Armed in our island every freeman,</span> + <span class="i0">His navy chanced to capture one</span> <span + class="i1"> Poor British seaman.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">They suffered him, I know not how,</span> <span + class="i1"> Unprisoned on the shore to roam;</span> + <span class="i0">And aye was bent his longing brow</span> <span + class="i1"> On England's home.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">His eye, methinks, pursued the flight</span> <span + class="i1"> Of birds to Britain half-way over</span> + <span class="i0">With envy; <i>they</i> could reach the white</span> + <span class="i1"> Dear cliffs of Dover.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page141" id="page141" title="141"></a> <span + class="i0">A stormy midnight watch, he thought,</span> <span + class="i1"> Than this sojourn would have been dearer,</span> + <span class="i0">If but the storm his vessel brought</span> <span + class="i1"> To England nearer.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">At last, when care had banished sleep,</span> + <span class="i1"> He saw one morning—dreaming—doating,</span> + <span class="i0">An empty hogshead from the deep</span> <span + class="i1"> Come shoreward floating;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">He hid it in a cave, and wrought</span> <span + class="i1"> The live-long day laborious; lurking</span> + <span class="i0">Until he launched a tiny boat</span> <span + class="i1"> By mighty working.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Heaven help us! 'twas a thing beyond</span> <span + class="i1"> Description, wretched: such a wherry</span> + <span class="i0">Perhaps ne'er ventured on a pond,</span> <span + class="i1"> Or crossed a ferry.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">For ploughing in the salt-sea field,</span> <span + class="i1"> It would have made the boldest shudder;</span> + <span class="i0">Untarred, uncompassed, and unkeeled,</span> <span + class="i1"> No sail—no rudder.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">From neighb'ring woods he interlaced</span> <span + class="i1"> His sorry skiff with wattled willows;</span> + <span class="i0">And thus equipped he would have passed</span> + <span class="i1"> The foaming billows—</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But Frenchmen caught him on the beach,</span> + <span class="i1"> His little Argo sorely jeering;</span> + <span class="i0">Till tidings of him chanced to reach</span> <span + class="i1"> Napoleon's hearing.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page142" id="page142" title="142"></a> <span + class="i0">With folded arms Napoleon stood,</span> <span class="i1"> Serene + alike in peace and danger;</span> <span class="i0">And, in his + wonted attitude,</span> <span class="i1"> Addressed the + stranger:—</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Rash man, that wouldst yon Channel pass</span> + <span class="i1"> On twigs and staves so rudely fashioned:</span> + <span class="i0">Thy heart with some sweet British lass</span> + <span class="i1"> Must be impassioned.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘I have no sweetheart,’ said the lad;</span> + <span class="i1"> ‘But—absent long from one + another—</span> <span class="i0">Great was the longing that I + had</span> <span class="i1"> To see my mother.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘And so thou shalt,’ Napoleon said,</span> + <span class="i1"> ‘Ye've both my favour fairly won;</span> + <span class="i0">A noble mother must have bred</span> <span + class="i1"> So brave a son.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">He gave the tar a piece of gold,</span> <span + class="i1"> And, with a flag of truce, commanded</span> + <span class="i0">He should be shipped to England Old,</span> <span + class="i1"> And safely landed.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Our sailor oft could scantly shift</span> <span + class="i1"> To find a dinner, plain and hearty;</span> + <span class="i0">But <i>never</i> changed the coin and gift</span> + <span class="i1"> Of Bonaparté.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Campbell.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page143" id="page143" title="143"></a><small><a + href="#note_lxv">LXVI</a></small><br />‘YE MARINERS’ + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Ye Mariners of England!</span> <span class="i0">That + guard our native seas;</span> <span class="i0">Whose flag has + braved a thousand years</span> <span class="i0">The battle and the + breeze!</span> <span class="i0">Your glorious standard launch again</span> + <span class="i0">To match another foe!</span> <span class="i0">And + sweep through the deep,</span> <span class="i0">While the stormy + winds do blow;</span> <span class="i0">While the battle rages loud + and long,</span> <span class="i0">And the stormy winds do blow.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The spirits of your fathers</span> <span class="i0">Shall + start from every wave!</span> <span class="i0">For the deck it was + their field of fame,</span> <span class="i0">And Ocean was their + grave:</span> <span class="i0">Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell</span> + <span class="i0">Your manly hearts shall glow,</span> <span + class="i0">As ye sweep through the deep,</span> <span class="i0">While + the stormy winds do blow;</span> <span class="i0">While the battle + rages loud and long,</span> <span class="i0">And the stormy winds + do blow.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Britannia needs no bulwarks,</span> <span + class="i0">No towers along the steep;</span> <span class="i0">Her + march is o'er the mountain-waves,</span> <span class="i0">Her home + is on the deep.</span> <span class="i0">With thunders from her + native oak</span> <span class="i0">She quells the floods below,</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page144" id="page144" title="144"></a> <span + class="i0">As they roar on the shore,</span> <span class="i0">When + the stormy winds do blow;</span> <span class="i0">When the battle + rages loud and long,</span> <span class="i0">And the stormy winds + do blow.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The meteor flag of England</span> <span class="i0">Shall + yet terrific burn;</span> <span class="i0">Till danger's troubled + night depart,</span> <span class="i0">And the star of peace return.</span> + <span class="i0">Then, then, ye ocean warriors!</span> <span + class="i0">Our song and feast shall flow</span> <span class="i0">To + the fame of your name,</span> <span class="i0">When the storm has + ceased to blow;</span> <span class="i0">When the fiery fight is + heard no more,</span> <span class="i0">And the storm has ceased to + blow.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Campbell.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_lxv">LXVII</a></small><br />THE BATTLE OF THE + BALTIC + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Of Nelson and the North</span> <span class="i0">Sing + the glorious day's renown,</span> <span class="i0">When to battle + fierce came forth</span> <span class="i0">All the might of + Denmark's crown,</span> <span class="i0">And her arms along the + deep proudly shone;</span> <span class="i0">By each gun the lighted + brand</span> <span class="i0">In a bold determined hand,</span> + <span class="i0">And the Prince of all the land</span> <span + class="i0">Led them on.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Like leviathans afloat,</span> <span class="i0">Lay + their bulwarks on the brine;</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page145" id="page145" title="145"></a> <span class="i0">While the + sign of battle flew</span> <span class="i0">On the lofty British + line:</span> <span class="i0">It was ten of April morn by the + chime:</span> <span class="i0">As they drifted on their path,</span> + <span class="i0">There was silence deep as death;</span> <span + class="i0">And the boldest held his breath,</span> <span class="i0">For + a time.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But the might of England flushed</span> <span + class="i0">To anticipate the scene;</span> <span class="i0">And her + van the fleeter rushed</span> <span class="i0">O'er the deadly + space between.</span> <span class="i0">‘Hearts of oak!’ + our captains cried; when each gun</span> <span class="i0">From its + adamantine lips</span> <span class="i0">Spread a death-shade round + the ships,</span> <span class="i0">Like the hurricane eclipse</span> + <span class="i0">Of the sun.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Again! again! again!</span> <span class="i0">And + the havoc did not slack,</span> <span class="i0">Till a feeble + cheer the Dane,</span> <span class="i0">To our cheering sent us + back;—</span> <span class="i0">Their shots along the deep + slowly boom:—</span> <span class="i0">Then cease—and + all is wail,</span> <span class="i0">As they strike the shattered + sail;</span> <span class="i0">Or, in conflagration pale</span> + <span class="i0">Light the gloom.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Now joy, Old England, raise</span> <span class="i0">For + the tidings of thy might,</span> <span class="i0">By the festal + cities' blaze,</span> <span class="i0">Whilst the wine-cup shines + in light;</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page146" id="page146" + title="146"></a> <span class="i0">And yet amidst that joy and uproar,</span> + <span class="i0">Let us think of them that sleep</span> <span + class="i0">Full many a fathom deep</span> <span class="i0">By thy + wild and stormy steep,</span> <span class="i0">Elsinore!</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Campbell.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_lxviii">LXVIII</a></small><br />BATTLE SONG + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Day, like our souls, is fiercely dark;</span> + <span class="i2"> What then? 'Tis day!</span> + <span class="i0">We sleep no more; the cock crows—hark!</span> + <span class="i2"> To arms! away!</span> + <span class="i0">They come! they come! the knell is rung</span> + <span class="i2"> Of us or them;</span> + <span class="i0">Wide o'er their march the pomp is flung</span> + <span class="i2"> Of gold and gem.</span> + <span class="i0">What collared hound of lawless sway,</span> <span + class="i2"> To famine dear,</span> <span + class="i0">What pensioned slave of Attila,</span> <span class="i2"> Leads + in the rear?</span> <span class="i0">Come they from Scythian wilds + afar</span> <span class="i2"> Our blood to + spill?</span> <span class="i0">Wear they the livery of the Czar?</span> + <span class="i2"> They do his will.</span> + <span class="i0">Nor tasselled silk, nor epaulette,</span> <span + class="i2"> Nor plume, nor torse—</span> + <span class="i0">No splendour gilds, all sternly met,</span> <span + class="i2"> Our foot and horse.</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page147" id="page147" title="147"></a> <span + class="i0">But, dark and still, we inly glow,</span> <span + class="i2"> Condensed in ire!</span> <span + class="i0">Strike, tawdry slaves, and ye shall know</span> <span + class="i2"> Our gloom is fire.</span> <span + class="i0">In vain your pomp, ye evil powers,</span> <span + class="i2"> Insults the land;</span> <span + class="i0">Wrongs, vengeance, and <i>the cause</i> are ours,</span> + <span class="i2"> And God's right hand!</span> + <span class="i0">Madmen! they trample into snakes</span> <span + class="i2"> The wormy clod!</span> <span + class="i0">Like fire, beneath their feet awakes</span> <span + class="i2"> The sword of God!</span> <span + class="i0">Behind, before, above, below,</span> <span class="i2"> They + rouse the brave;</span> <span class="i0">Where'er they go, they + make a foe,</span> <span class="i2"> Or find + a grave.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Elliott.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_lxix">LXIX</a></small><br />LOYALTY + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Hame, hame, hame, hame fain wad I be,</span> <span + class="i0">O hame, hame, hame, to my ain countrie!</span> <span + class="i0">When the flower is i' the bud and the leaf is on the tree,</span> + <span class="i0">The lark shall sing me hame in my ain countrie;</span> + <span class="i0">Hame, hame, hame, hame fain wad I be,</span> <span + class="i0">O hame, hame, hame, to my ain countrie!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The green leaf o' loyaltie's begun for to fa',</span> + <span class="i0">The bonnie white rose it is withering an' a';</span> + <span class="i0">But I'll water 't wi' the blude of usurping tyrannie,</span> + <span class="i0">An' green it will grow in my ain countrie.</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page148" id="page148" title="148"></a> <span + class="i0">Hame, hame, hame, hame fain wad I be,</span> <span + class="i0">O hame, hame, hame, to my ain countrie!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The great are now gane, a' wha ventured to save;</span> + <span class="i0">The new grass is springing on the tap o' their grave:</span> + <span class="i0">But the sun thro' the mirk blinks blythe in my e'e,</span> + <span class="i0">‘I'll shine on ye yet in yere ain countrie.’</span> + <span class="i0">Hame, hame, hame, hame fain wad I be,</span> <span + class="i0">Hame, hame, hame, to my ain countrie!</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Cunningham.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small>LXX</small>A SEA-SONG + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">A wet sheet and a flowing sea,</span> <span + class="i1"> A wind that follows fast</span> <span + class="i0">And fills the white and rustling sail</span> <span + class="i1"> And bends the gallant mast;</span> <span + class="i0">And bends the gallant mast, my boys,</span> <span + class="i1"> While like the eagle free</span> <span + class="i0">Away the good ship flies, and leaves</span> <span + class="i1"> Old England on the lee.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">O for a soft and gentle wind!</span> <span + class="i1"> I heard a fair one cry;</span> <span + class="i0">But give to me the snoring breeze</span> <span class="i1"> And + white waves heaving high;</span> <span class="i0">And white waves + heaving high, my lads,</span> <span class="i1"> The good + ship tight and free—</span> <span class="i0">The world of + waters is our home,</span> <span class="i1"> And merry + men are we.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page149" id="page149" title="149"></a> <span + class="i0">There's tempest in yon hornèd moon,</span> <span + class="i1"> And lightning in yon cloud;</span> <span + class="i0">But hark the music, mariners!</span> <span class="i1"> The + wind is piping loud;</span> <span class="i0">The wind is piping + loud, my boys,</span> <span class="i1"> The lightning + flashes free—</span> <span class="i0">While the hollow oak + our palace is,</span> <span class="i1"> Our heritage the + sea.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Cunningham.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_lxxi">LXXI</a></small><br />A SONG OF THE SEA + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">The Sea! the Sea! the open Sea!</span> <span + class="i0">The blue, the fresh, the ever free!</span> <span + class="i0">Without a mark, without a bound,</span> <span class="i0">It + runneth the earth's wide regions 'round;</span> <span class="i0">It + plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies;</span> <span class="i0">Or + like a cradled creature lies.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">I'm on the Sea! I'm on the Sea!</span> <span + class="i0">I am where I would ever be;</span> <span class="i0">With + the blue above, and the blue below,</span> <span class="i0">And + silence wheresoe'er I go;</span> <span class="i0">If a storm should + come and awake the deep,</span> <span class="i0">What matter? <i>I</i> + shall ride and sleep.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">I love (O! <i>how</i> I love) to ride</span> <span + class="i0">On the fierce foaming bursting tide,</span> <span + class="i0">When every mad wave drowns the moon,</span> <span + class="i0">Or whistles aloft his tempest tune,</span> <span + class="i0">And tells how goeth the world below,</span> <span + class="i0">And why the south-west blasts do blow.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page150" id="page150" title="150"></a> <span + class="i0">I never was on the dull, tame shore,</span> <span + class="i0">But I loved the great Sea more and more,</span> <span + class="i0">And backwards flew to her billowy breast,</span> <span + class="i0">Like a bird that seeketh its mother's nest;</span> <span + class="i0">And a mother she <i>was</i>, and <i>is</i> to me;</span> + <span class="i0">For I was born on the open Sea!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The waves were white, and red the morn,</span> + <span class="i0">In the noisy hour when I was born;</span> <span + class="i0">And the whale it whistled, the porpoise rolled,</span> + <span class="i0">And the dolphins bared their backs of gold;</span> + <span class="i0">And never was heard such an outcry wild</span> + <span class="i0">As welcomed to life the Ocean-child!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">I've lived since then, in calm and strife,</span> + <span class="i0">Full fifty summers a sailor's life,</span> <span + class="i0">With wealth to spend, and a power to range,</span> <span + class="i0">But never have sought, nor sighed for change;</span> + <span class="i0">And Death, whenever he come to me,</span> <span + class="i0">Shall come on the wide unbounded Sea!</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Procter.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_lxxii">LXXII</a></small><br />SENNACHERIB + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,</span> + <span class="i0">And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;</span> + <span class="i0">And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the + sea,</span> <span class="i0">When the blue wave rolls nightly on + deep Galilee.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,</span> + <span class="i0">That host with their banners at sunset were seen:</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page151" id="page151" title="151"></a> <span + class="i0">Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,</span> + <span class="i0">That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,</span> + <span class="i0">And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;</span> + <span class="i0">And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,</span> + <span class="i0">And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew + still!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,</span> + <span class="i0">But through it there rolled not the breath of his + pride:</span> <span class="i0">And the foam of his gasping lay + white on the turf,</span> <span class="i0">And cold as the spray of + the rock-beating surf.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And there lay the rider distorted and pale,</span> + <span class="i0">With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail;</span> + <span class="i0">And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,</span> + <span class="i0">The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,</span> + <span class="i0">And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;</span> + <span class="i0">And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,</span> + <span class="i0">Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Byron.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_lxxii">LXXIII</a></small><br />THE STORMING OF + CORINTH + </h2> + <h3> + THE SIGNAL + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i1"> The night is past, and shines the sun</span> + <span class="i1"> As if that morn were a jocund one.</span> + <span class="i1"> Lightly and brightly breaks away</span> + <span class="i1"> The Morning from her mantle grey,</span> + <span class="i1"> And the noon will look on a sultry day.</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page152" id="page152" title="152"></a> <span + class="i1"> Hark to the trump, and the drum,</span> + <span class="i0">And the mournful sound of the barbarous horn,</span> + <span class="i0">And the flap of the banners that flit as they're borne,</span> + <span class="i0">And the neigh of the steed, and the multitude's hum,</span> + <span class="i0">And the clash, and the shout, ‘They come! they + come!’</span> <span class="i0">The horsetails are plucked + from the ground, and the sword</span> <span class="i0">From its + sheath; and they form, and but wait for the word.</span> <span + class="i0">Tartar, and Spahi, and Turcoman,</span> <span class="i0">Strike + your tents, and throng to the van;</span> <span class="i0">Mount + ye, spur ye, skirr the plain,</span> <span class="i0">That the + fugitive may flee in vain,</span> <span class="i0">When he breaks + from the town; and none escape,</span> <span class="i0">Aged or + young, in the Christian shape;</span> <span class="i0">While your + fellows on foot, in a fiery mass,</span> <span class="i0">Bloodstain + the breach through which they pass.</span> <span class="i0">The + steeds are all bridled, and snort to the rein;</span> <span + class="i0">Curved is each neck, and flowing each mane;</span> <span + class="i0">White is the foam of their champ on the bit:</span> + <span class="i0">The spears are uplifted; the matches are lit;</span> + <span class="i0">The cannon are pointed, and ready to roar,</span> + <span class="i0">And crush the wall they have crumbled before:</span> + <span class="i0">Forms in his phalanx each janizar;</span> <span + class="i0">Alp at their head; his right arm is bare,</span> <span + class="i0">So is the blade of his scimitar;</span> <span class="i0">The + khan and the pachas are all at their post;</span> <span class="i0">The + vizier himself at the head of the host.</span> <span class="i0">When + the culverin's signal is fired, then on;</span> <span class="i0">Leave + not in Corinth a living one—</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page153" id="page153" title="153"></a> <span class="i0">A priest + at her altars, a chief in her halls,</span> <span class="i0">A + hearth in her mansions, a stone on her walls.</span> <span + class="i0">God and the prophet—Alla Hu!</span> <span + class="i0">Up to the skies with that wild halloo!</span> <span + class="i0">‘There the breach lies for passage, the ladder to + scale;</span> <span class="i0">And your hands on your sabres, and + how should ye fail?</span> <span class="i0">He who first downs with + the red cross may crave</span> <span class="i0">His heart's dearest + wish; let him ask it, and have!’</span> <span class="i0">Thus + uttered Coumourgi, the dauntless vizier;</span> <span class="i0">The + reply was the brandish of sabre and spear,</span> <span class="i0">And + the shout of fierce thousands in joyous ire:—</span> <span + class="i0">Silence—hark to the signal—fire!</span> + </p> + <h3> + THE ASSAULT + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i0">As the spring-tides, with heavy plash,</span> + <span class="i0">From the cliffs invading dash</span> <span + class="i0">Huge fragments, sapped by the ceaseless flow,</span> + <span class="i0">Till white and thundering down they go,</span> + <span class="i0">Like the avalanche's snow</span> <span class="i0">On + the Alpine vales below;</span> <span class="i0">Thus at length, + outbreathed and worn,</span> <span class="i0">Corinth's sons were + downward borne</span> <span class="i0">By the long and oft renewed</span> + <span class="i0">Charge of the Moslem multitude.</span> <span + class="i0">In firmness they stood, and in masses they fell,</span> + <span class="i0">Heaped by the host of the infidel,</span> <span + class="i0">Hand to hand, and foot to foot:</span> <span class="i0">Nothing + there, save death, was mute:</span> <span class="i0">Stroke, and + thrust, and flash, and cry</span> <span class="i0">For quarter or + for victory,</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page154" id="page154" + title="154"></a> <span class="i0">Mingle there with the volleying + thunder,</span> <span class="i0">Which makes the distant cities + wonder</span> <span class="i0">How the sounding battle goes,</span> + <span class="i0">If with them, or for their foes;</span> <span + class="i0">If they must mourn, or may rejoice</span> <span + class="i0">In that annihilating voice,</span> <span class="i0">Which + pierces the deep hills through and through</span> <span class="i0">With + an echo dread and new:</span> <span class="i0">You might have heard + it, on that day,</span> <span class="i0">O'er Salamis and Megara;</span> + <span class="i0">(We have heard the hearers say,)</span> <span + class="i0">Even unto Piræus' bay.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">From the point of encountering blades to the hilt,</span> + <span class="i0">Sabres and swords with blood were gilt;</span> + <span class="i0">But the rampart is won, and the spoil begun,</span> + <span class="i0">And all but the after carnage done,</span> <span + class="i0">Shriller shrieks now mingling come</span> <span + class="i0">From within the plundered dome:</span> <span class="i0">Hark + to the haste of flying feet</span> <span class="i0">That splash in + the blood of the slippery street;</span> <span class="i0">But here + and there, where 'vantage ground</span> <span class="i0">Against + the foe may still be found,</span> <span class="i0">Desperate + groups, of twelve or ten,</span> <span class="i0">Make a pause, and + turn again—</span> <span class="i0">With banded backs against + the wall,</span> <span class="i0">Fiercely stand, or fighting fall.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">There stood an old man—his hairs were white,</span> + <span class="i0">But his veteran arm was full of might:</span> + <span class="i0">So gallantly bore he the brunt of the fray,</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page155" id="page155" title="155"></a> <span + class="i0">The dead before him, on that day,</span> <span class="i0">In + a semicircle lay;</span> <span class="i0">Still he combated + unwounded,</span> <span class="i0">Though retreating, unsurrounded.</span> + <span class="i0">Many a scar of former fight</span> <span class="i0">Lurked + beneath his corselet bright;</span> <span class="i0">But of every + wound his body bore,</span> <span class="i0">Each and all had been + ta'en before:</span> <span class="i0">Though aged, he was so iron + of limb,</span> <span class="i0">Few of our youth could cope with + him,</span> <span class="i0">And the foes, whom he singly kept at + bay,</span> <span class="i0">Outnumbered his thin hairs of silver + grey.</span> <span class="i0">From right to left his sabre swept;</span> + <span class="i0">Many an Othman mother wept</span> <span class="i0">Sons + that were unborn, when dipped</span> <span class="i0">His weapon + first in Moslem gore,</span> <span class="i0">Ere his years could + count a score.</span> <span class="i0">Of all he might have been + the sire</span> <span class="i0">Who fell that day beneath his ire:</span> + <span class="i0">For, sonless left long years ago,</span> <span + class="i0">His wrath made many a childless foe;</span> <span + class="i0">And since the day, when in the strait</span> <span + class="i0">His only boy had met his fate,</span> <span class="i0">His + parent's iron hand did doom</span> <span class="i0">More than a + human hecatomb.</span> <span class="i0">If shades by carnage be + appeased,</span> <span class="i0">Patroclus' spirit less was + pleased</span> <span class="i0">Than his, Minotti's son, who died</span> + <span class="i0">Where Asia's bounds and ours divide.</span> <span + class="i0">Buried he lay, where thousands before</span> <span + class="i0">For thousands of years were inhumed on the shore;</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page156" id="page156" title="156"></a> <span + class="i1"> What of them is left, to tell</span> <span + class="i1"> Where they lie, and how they fell?</span> + <span class="i0">Not a stone on their turf, nor a bone in their graves;</span> + <span class="i0">But they live in the verse that immortally saves.</span> + </p> + <h3> + THE MAGAZINE + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i0">Darkly, sternly, and all alone,</span> <span + class="i0">Minotti stood o'er the altar-stone:</span> <span + class="i0">Madonna's face upon him shone,</span> <span class="i0">Painted + in heavenly hues above,</span> <span class="i0">With eyes of light + and looks of love;</span> <span class="i0">And placed upon that + holy shrine</span> <span class="i0">To fix our thoughts on things + divine,</span> <span class="i0">When pictured there, we kneeling + see</span> <span class="i0">Her, and the boy-God on her knee,</span> + <span class="i0">Smiling sweetly on each prayer</span> <span + class="i0">To heaven, as if to waft it there.</span> <span + class="i0">Still she smiled; even now she smiles,</span> <span + class="i0">Though slaughter streams along her aisles:</span> <span + class="i0">Minotti lifted his aged eye,</span> <span class="i0">And + made the sign of a cross with a sigh,</span> <span class="i0">Then + seized a torch which blazed thereby;</span> <span class="i0">And + still he stood, while with steel and flame</span> <span class="i0">Inward + and onward the Mussulman came.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The vaults beneath the mosaic stone</span> <span + class="i0">Contained the dead of ages gone;</span> <span class="i0">Their + names were on the graven floor,</span> <span class="i0">But now + illegible with gore;</span> <span class="i0">The carvèd + crests, and curious hues</span> <span class="i0">The varied + marble's veins diffuse,</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page157" + id="page157" title="157"></a> <span class="i0">Were smeared, and + slippery, stained, and strown</span> <span class="i0">With broken + swords and helms o'erthrown:</span> <span class="i0">There were + dead above, and the dead below</span> <span class="i0">Lay cold in + many a coffined row;</span> <span class="i0">You might see them + piled in sable state,</span> <span class="i0">By a pale light + through a gloomy grate;</span> <span class="i0">But War had entered + their dark caves,</span> <span class="i0">And stored along the + vaulted graves</span> <span class="i0">Her sulphurous treasures, + thickly spread</span> <span class="i0">In masses by the fleshless + dead:</span> <span class="i1"> Here, throughout the + siege, had been</span> <span class="i1"> The Christians' + chiefest magazine;</span> <span class="i0">To these a late formed + train now led,</span> <span class="i0">Minotti's last and stern + resource</span> <span class="i0">Against the foe's o'erwhelming + force.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The foe came on, and few remain</span> <span + class="i0">To strive, and those must strive in vain:</span> <span + class="i0">For lack of further lives, to slake</span> <span + class="i0">The thirst of vengeance now awake,</span> <span + class="i0">With barbarous blows they gash the dead,</span> <span + class="i0">And lop the already lifeless head,</span> <span + class="i0">And fell the statues from their niche,</span> <span + class="i0">And spoil the shrines of offerings rich,</span> <span + class="i0">And from each other's rude hands wrest</span> <span + class="i0">The silver vessels saints had blessed.</span> <span + class="i0">To the high altar on they go;</span> <span class="i0">O, + but it made a glorious show!</span> <span class="i0">On its table + still behold</span> <span class="i0">The cup of consecrated gold;</span> + <span class="i0">Massy and deep, a glittering prize,</span> <span + class="i0">Brightly it sparkles to plunderers' eyes:</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page158" id="page158" title="158"></a> <span + class="i0">That morn it held the holy wine,</span> <span class="i0">Converted + by Christ to his blood so divine,</span> <span class="i0">Which his + worshippers drank at the break of day,</span> <span class="i0">To + shrive their souls ere they joined in the fray.</span> <span + class="i0">Still a few drops within it lay;</span> <span class="i0">And + round the sacred table glow</span> <span class="i0">Twelve lofty + lamps, in splendid row,</span> <span class="i0">From the purest + metal cast;</span> <span class="i0">A spoil—the richest, and + the last.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">So near they came, the nearest stretched</span> + <span class="i0">To grasp the spoil he almost reached,</span> <span + class="i1"> When old Minotti's hand</span> <span + class="i0">Touched with the torch the train—</span> <span + class="i1"> 'Tis fired!</span> <span class="i0">Spire, + vaults, the shrine, the spoil, the slain,</span> <span class="i1"> The + turbaned victors, the Christian band,</span> <span class="i0">All + that of living or dead remain,</span> <span class="i0">Hurl'd on + high with the shivered fane,</span> <span class="i1"> In + one wild roar expired!</span> <span class="i0">The shattered town—the + walls thrown down—</span> <span class="i0">The waves a moment + backward bent—</span> <span class="i0">The hills that shake, + although unrent,</span> <span class="i1"> As if an + earthquake passed—</span> <span class="i0">The thousand + shapeless things all driven</span> <span class="i0">In cloud and + flame athwart the heaven</span> <span class="i1"> By + that tremendous blast—</span> <span class="i0">Proclaimed the + desperate conflict o'er</span> <span class="i0">On that too long + afflicted shore:</span> <span class="i0">Up to the sky like rockets + go</span> <span class="i0">All that mingled there below:</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page159" id="page159" title="159"></a> <span + class="i0">Many a tall and goodly man,</span> <span class="i0">Scorched + and shrivelled to a span,</span> <span class="i0">When he fell to + earth again</span> <span class="i0">Like a cinder strewed the + plain:</span> <span class="i0">Down the ashes shower like rain;</span> + <span class="i0">Some fell in the gulf, which received the sprinkles</span> + <span class="i0">With a thousand circling wrinkles;</span> <span + class="i0">Some fell on the shore, but far away</span> <span + class="i0">Scattered o'er the isthmus lay;</span> <span class="i0">Christian + or Moslem, which be they?</span> <span class="i0">Let their mother + say and say!</span> <span class="i0">When in cradled rest they lay,</span> + <span class="i0">And each nursing mother smiled</span> <span + class="i0">On the sweet sleep of her child,</span> <span class="i0">Little + deemed she such a day</span> <span class="i0">Would rend those + tender limbs away.</span> <span class="i0">Not the matrons that + them bore</span> <span class="i0">Could discern their offspring + more;</span> <span class="i0">That one moment left no trace</span> + <span class="i0">More of human form or face</span> <span class="i0">Save + a scattered scalp or bone:</span> <span class="i0">And down came + blazing rafters, strown</span> <span class="i0">Around, and many a + falling stone,</span> <span class="i0">Deeply dinted in the clay,</span> + <span class="i0">All blackened there and reeking lay.</span> <span + class="i0">All the living things that heard</span> <span class="i0">That + deadly earth-shock disappeared:</span> <span class="i0">The wild + birds flew; the wild dogs fled,</span> <span class="i0">And howling + left the unburied dead;</span> <span class="i0">The camels from + their keepers broke;</span> <span class="i0">The distant steer + forsook the yoke—</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page160" + id="page160" title="160"></a> <span class="i0">The nearer steed plunged + o'er the plain,</span> <span class="i0">And burst his girth, and + tore his rein;</span> <span class="i0">The bull-frog's note from + out the marsh</span> <span class="i0">Deep-mouthed arose, and + doubly harsh;</span> <span class="i0">The wolves yelled on the + caverned hill</span> <span class="i0">Where echo rolled in thunder + still;</span> <span class="i0">The jackals' troop in gathered cry</span> + <span class="i0">Bayed from afar complainingly,</span> <span + class="i0">With a mixed and mournful sound,</span> <span class="i0">Like + crying babe, and beaten hound:</span> <span class="i0">With sudden + wing and ruffled breast</span> <span class="i0">The eagle left his + rocky nest,</span> <span class="i0">And mounted nearer to the sun,</span> + <span class="i0">The clouds beneath him seemed so dun;</span> <span + class="i0">Their smoke assailed his startled beak,</span> <span + class="i0">And made him higher soar and shriek—</span> <span + class="i1"> Thus was Corinth lost and won!</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Byron.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_lxxii">LXXIV</a></small><br />ALHAMA + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">The Moorish King rides up and down,</span> <span + class="i0">Through Granada's royal town;</span> <span class="i0">From + Elvira's gates to those</span> <span class="i0">Of Bivarambla on he + goes.</span> <span class="i9"> Woe + is me, Alhama!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Letters to the monarch tell</span> <span class="i0">How + Alhama's city fell:</span> <span class="i0">In the fire the scroll + he threw,</span> <span class="i0">And the messenger he slew.</span> + <span class="i9"> Woe + is me, Alhama!</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page161" id="page161" title="161"></a> <span + class="i0">He quits his mule, and mounts his horse,</span> <span + class="i0">And through the street directs his course;</span> <span + class="i0">Through the street of Zacatin</span> <span class="i0">To + the Alhambra spurring in.</span> <span class="i9"> Woe + is me, Alhama!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">When the Alhambra walls he gained,</span> <span + class="i0">On the moment he ordained</span> <span class="i0">That + the trumpet straight should sound</span> <span class="i0">With the + silver clarion round.</span> <span class="i9"> Woe + is me, Alhama!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And when the hollow drums of war</span> <span + class="i0">Beat the loud alarm afar,</span> <span class="i0">That + the Moors of town and plain</span> <span class="i0">Might answer to + the martial strain—</span> <span class="i9"> Woe + is me, Alhama!—</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then the Moors, by this aware,</span> <span + class="i0">That bloody Mars recalled them there</span> <span + class="i0">One by one, and two by two,</span> <span class="i0">To a + mighty squadron grew.</span> <span class="i9"> Woe + is me, Alhama!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Out then spake an aged Moor</span> <span class="i0">In + these words the king before,</span> <span class="i0">‘Wherefore + call on us, O King?</span> <span class="i0">What may mean this + gathering?’</span> <span class="i9"> Woe + is me, Alhama!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Friends! ye have, alas! to know</span> + <span class="i0">Of a most disastrous blow;</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page162" id="page162" title="162"></a> <span + class="i0">That the Christians, stern and bold,</span> <span + class="i0">Have obtained Alhama's hold.’</span> <span + class="i9"> Woe + is me, Alhama!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Out then spake old Alfaqui,</span> <span class="i0">With + his beard so white to see,</span> <span class="i0">‘Good + King! thou art justly served,</span> <span class="i0">Good King! + this thou hast deserved.</span> <span class="i9"> Woe + is me, Alhama!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">By thee were slain, in evil hour,</span> <span + class="i0">The Abencerrage, Granada's flower;</span> <span + class="i0">And strangers were received by thee</span> <span + class="i0">Of Cordova the Chivalry.</span> <span class="i9"> Woe + is me, Alhama!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And for this, O King! is sent</span> <span + class="i0">On thee a double chastisement:</span> <span class="i0">Thee + and thine, thy crown and realm,</span> <span class="i0">One last + wreck shall overwhelm.</span> <span class="i9"> Woe + is me, Alhama!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">He who holds no laws in awe,</span> <span + class="i0">He must perish by the law;</span> <span class="i0">And + Granada must be won,</span> <span class="i0">And thyself with her + undone.’</span> <span class="i9"> Woe + is me, Alhama!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Fire flashed from out the old Moor's eyes,</span> + <span class="i0">The monarch's wrath began to rise,</span> <span + class="i0">Because he answered, and because</span> <span class="i0">He + spake exceeding well of laws.</span> <span class="i9"> Woe + is me, Alhama!</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page163" id="page163" title="163"></a> <span + class="i0">‘There is no law to say such things</span> <span + class="i0">As may disgust the ear of kings:’</span> <span + class="i0">Thus, snorting with his choler, said</span> <span + class="i0">The Moorish King, and doomed him dead.</span> <span + class="i9"> Woe + is me, Alhama!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Moor Alfaqui! Moor Alfaqui!</span> <span class="i0">Though + thy beard so hoary be,</span> <span class="i0">The King hath sent + to have thee seized,</span> <span class="i0">For Alhama's loss + displeased.</span> <span class="i9"> Woe + is me, Alhama!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And to fix thy head upon</span> <span class="i0">High + Alhambra's loftiest stone;</span> <span class="i0">That this for + thee should be the law,</span> <span class="i0">And others tremble + when they saw.</span> <span class="i9"> Woe + is me, Alhama!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Cavalier, and man of worth!</span> <span + class="i0">Let these words of mine go forth!</span> <span class="i0">Let + the Moorish Monarch know,</span> <span class="i0">That to him I + nothing owe.</span> <span class="i9"> Woe + is me, Alhama!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But on my soul Alhama weighs,</span> <span + class="i0">And on my inmost spirit preys;</span> <span class="i0">And + if the King his land hath lost,</span> <span class="i0">Yet others + may have lost the most.</span> <span class="i9"> Woe + is me, Alhama!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Sires have lost their children, wives</span> <span + class="i0">Their lords, and valiant men their lives!</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page164" id="page164" title="164"></a> <span + class="i0">One what best his love might claim</span> <span + class="i0">Hath lost, another wealth, or fame.</span> <span + class="i9"> Woe + is me, Alhama!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">I lost a damsel in that hour,</span> <span + class="i0">Of all the land the loveliest flower;</span> <span + class="i0">Doubloons a hundred I would pay,</span> <span class="i0">And + think her ransom cheap that day.’</span> <span class="i9"> Woe + is me, Alhama!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And as these things the old Moor said,</span> + <span class="i0">They severed from the trunk his head;</span> <span + class="i0">And to the Alhambra's wall with speed</span> <span + class="i0">'Twas carried, as the King decreed.</span> <span + class="i9"> Woe + is me, Alhama!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And men and infants therein weep</span> <span + class="i0">Their loss, so heavy and so deep;</span> <span class="i0">Granada's + ladies, all she rears</span> <span class="i0">Within her walls, + burst into tears.</span> <span class="i9"> Woe + is me, Alhama!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And from the windows o'er the walls</span> <span + class="i0">The sable web of mourning falls;</span> <span class="i0">The + King weeps as a woman o'er</span> <span class="i0">His loss, for it + is much and sore.</span> <span class="i9"> Woe + is me, Alhama!</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Byron.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_lxxii">LXXV</a></small><br />FRIENDSHIP + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">My boat is on the shore,</span> <span class="i1"> And + my bark is on the sea;</span> <span class="i0">But, before I go, + Tom Moore,</span> <span class="i1"> Here's a double + health to thee!</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page165" id="page165" title="165"></a> <span + class="i0">Here's a sigh to those who love me,</span> <span + class="i1"> And a smile to those who hate;</span> <span + class="i0">And, whatever sky's above me,</span> <span class="i1"> Here's + a heart for every fate.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Though the ocean roar around me,</span> <span + class="i1"> Yet it still shall bear me on;</span> <span + class="i0">Though a desert should surround me,</span> <span + class="i1"> It hath springs that may be won.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Were 't the last drop in the well,</span> <span + class="i1"> As I gasped upon the brink,</span> <span + class="i0">Ere my fainting spirit fell,</span> <span class="i1"> 'Tis + to thee that I would drink.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">With that water, as this wine,</span> <span + class="i1"> The libation I would pour</span> <span + class="i0">Should be, ‘Peace with thine and mine,</span> + <span class="i1"> And a health to thee, Tom Moore!’</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Byron.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_lxxii">LXXVI</a></small><br />THE RACE WITH DEATH + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">O Venice! Venice! when thy marble walls</span> + <span class="i1"> Are level with the waters, there shall be</span> + <span class="i0">A cry of nations o'er thy sunken halls,</span> + <span class="i1"> A loud lament along the sweeping sea!</span> + <span class="i0">If I, a northern wanderer, weep for thee,</span> + <span class="i0">What should thy sons do?—anything but weep:</span> + <span class="i0">And yet they only murmur in their sleep.</span> + <span class="i0">In contrast with their fathers—as the slime,</span> + <span class="i0">The dull green ooze of the receding deep,</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page166" id="page166" title="166"></a> <span + class="i0">Is with the dashing of the spring-tide foam</span> <span + class="i0">That drives the sailor shipless to his home,</span> + <span class="i0">Are they to those that were; and thus they creep,</span> + <span class="i0">Crouching and crab-like, through their sapping streets.</span> + <span class="i0">O agony! that centuries should reap</span> <span + class="i0">No mellower harvest! Thirteen hundred years</span> <span + class="i0">Of wealth and glory turned to dust and tears,</span> + <span class="i0">And every monument the stranger meets,</span> + <span class="i0">Church, palace, pillar, as a mourner greets;</span> + <span class="i0">And even the Lion all subdued appears,</span> + <span class="i0">And the harsh sound of the barbarian drum</span> + <span class="i0">With dull and daily dissonance repeats</span> + <span class="i0">The echo of thy tyrant's voice along</span> <span + class="i0">The soft waves, once all musical to song,</span> <span + class="i0">That heaved beneath the moonlight with the throng</span> + <span class="i0">Of gondolas and to the busy hum</span> <span + class="i0">Of cheerful creatures, whose most sinful deeds</span> + <span class="i0">Were but the overbeating of the heart,</span> + <span class="i0">And flow of too much happiness, which needs</span> + <span class="i0">The aid of age to turn its course apart</span> + <span class="i0">From the luxuriant and voluptuous flood</span> + <span class="i0">Of sweet sensations, battling with the blood.</span> + <span class="i0">But these are better than the gloomy errors,</span> + <span class="i0">The weeds of nations in their last decay,</span> + <span class="i0">When Vice walks forth with her unsoftened terrors,</span> + <span class="i0">And Mirth is madness, and but smiles to slay;</span> + <span class="i0">And Hope is nothing but a false delay,</span> + <span class="i0">The sick man's lightening half an hour ere death,</span> + <span class="i0">When Faintness, the last mortal birth of Pain,</span> + <span class="i0">And apathy of limb, the dull beginning</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page167" id="page167" title="167"></a> <span + class="i0">Of the cold staggering race which Death is winning,</span> + <span class="i0">Steals vein by vein and pulse by pulse away;</span> + <span class="i0">Yet so relieving the o'er-tortured clay,</span> + <span class="i0">To him appears renewal of his breath,</span> <span + class="i0">And freedom the mere numbness of his chain;</span> <span + class="i0">And then he talks of life, and how again</span> <span + class="i0">He feels his spirits soaring—albeit weak,</span> + <span class="i0">And of the fresher air, which he would seek:</span> + <span class="i0">And as he whispers knows not that he gasps,</span> + <span class="i0">That his thin finger feels not what it clasps;</span> + <span class="i0">And so the film comes o'er him, and the dizzy</span> + <span class="i0">Chamber swims round and round, and shadows busy,</span> + <span class="i0">At which he vainly catches, flit and gleam,</span> + <span class="i0">Till the last rattle chokes the strangled scream,</span> + <span class="i0">And all is ice and blackness, and the earth</span> + <span class="i0">That which it was the moment ere our birth.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Byron.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_lxxii">LXXVII</a></small><br />THE GLORY THAT WAS + GREECE + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece!</span> + <span class="i1"> Where burning Sappho loved and sung,</span> + <span class="i0">Where grew the arts of war and peace,</span> <span + class="i1"> Where Delos rose, and Phœbus sprung!</span> + <span class="i0">Eternal summer gilds them yet,</span> <span + class="i0">But all except their sun is set.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The Scian and the Teian muse,</span> <span + class="i1"> The hero's harp, the lover's lute,</span> + <span class="i0">Have found the fame your shores refuse:</span> + <span class="i1"> Their place of birth alone is mute</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page168" id="page168" title="168"></a> <span + class="i0">To sounds which echo further west</span> <span class="i0">Than + your sires' ‘Islands of the Blest.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The mountains look on Marathon—</span> <span + class="i1"> And Marathon looks on the sea;</span> <span + class="i0">And, musing there an hour alone,</span> <span class="i1"> I + dreamed that Greece might still be free;</span> <span class="i0">For, + standing on the Persians' grave,</span> <span class="i0">I could + not deem myself a slave.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">A king sate on the rocky brow</span> <span + class="i1"> Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis;</span> + <span class="i0">And ships by thousands lay below,</span> <span + class="i1"> And men in nations;—all were his!</span> + <span class="i0">He counted them at break of day,</span> <span + class="i0">And when the sun set, where were they?</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And where are they? and where art thou,</span> + <span class="i1"> My country? On thy voiceless shore</span> + <span class="i0">The heroic lay is tuneless now,</span> <span + class="i1"> The heroic bosom beats no more!</span> <span + class="i0">And must thy lyre, so long divine,</span> <span + class="i0">Degenerate into hands like mine?</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">'Tis something in the dearth of fame,</span> <span + class="i1"> Though linked among a fettered race,</span> + <span class="i0">To feel at least a patriot's shame,</span> <span + class="i1"> Even as I sing, suffuse my face;</span> + <span class="i0">For what is left the poet here?</span> <span + class="i0">For Greeks a blush, for Greece a tear!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Must <i>we</i> but weep o'er days more blest?</span> + <span class="i1"> Must <i>we</i> but blush? Our fathers bled.</span> + <span class="i0">Earth! render back from out thy breast</span> + <span class="i1"> A remnant of our Spartan dead!</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page169" id="page169" title="169"></a> <span + class="i0">Of the three hundred grant but three,</span> <span + class="i0">To make a new Thermopylæ!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">What, silent still? and silent all?</span> <span + class="i1"> Ah! no: the voices of the dead</span> <span + class="i0">Sound like a distant torrent's fall,</span> <span + class="i1"> And answer, ‘Let one living head,</span> + <span class="i0">But one arise,—we come, we come!’</span> + <span class="i0">'Tis but the living who are dumb.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">In vain—in vain: strike other chords;</span> + <span class="i1"> Fill high the cup with Samian wine!</span> + <span class="i0">Leave battles to the Turkish hordes,</span> <span + class="i1"> And shed the blood of Scio's vine!</span> + <span class="i0">Hark! rising to the ignoble call,</span> <span + class="i0">How answers each bold Bacchanal!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet;</span> <span + class="i1"> Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?</span> + <span class="i0">Of two such lessons, why forget</span> <span + class="i1"> The nobler and the manlier one?</span> <span + class="i0">You have the letters Cadmus gave;</span> <span class="i0">Think + ye he meant them for a slave?</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Fill high the bowl with Samian wine!</span> <span + class="i1"> We will not think of themes like these!</span> + <span class="i0">It made Anacreon's song divine:</span> <span + class="i1"> He served—but served Polycrates:</span> + <span class="i0">A tyrant; but our masters then</span> <span + class="i0">Were still, at least, our countrymen.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The tyrant of the Chersonese</span> <span + class="i1"> Was freedom's best and bravest friend;</span> + <span class="i0"><i>That</i> tyrant was Miltiades!</span> <span + class="i1"> Oh! that the present hour would lend</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page170" id="page170" title="170"></a> <span + class="i0">Another despot of the kind!</span> <span class="i0">Such + chains as his were sure to bind.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Fill high the bowl with Samian wine!</span> <span + class="i1"> On Suli's rock and Parga's shore</span> + <span class="i0">Exists the remnant of a line</span> <span + class="i1"> Such as the Doric mothers bore;</span> <span + class="i0">And there, perhaps, some seed is sown</span> <span + class="i0">The Heracleidan blood might own.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Trust not for freedom to the Franks—</span> + <span class="i1"> They have a king who buys and sells;</span> + <span class="i0">In native swords and native ranks</span> <span + class="i1"> The only hope of courage dwells:</span> + <span class="i0">But Turkish force and Latin fraud</span> <span + class="i0">Would break your shield, however broad.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Fill high the bowl with Samian wine!</span> <span + class="i1"> Our virgins dance beneath the shade—</span> + <span class="i0">I see their glorious black eyes shine;</span> + <span class="i1"> But, gazing on each glowing maid,</span> + <span class="i0">My own the burning tear-drop laves,</span> <span + class="i0">To think such breasts must suckle slaves.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Place me on Sunium's marbled steep,</span> <span + class="i1"> Where nothing save the waves and I</span> + <span class="i0">May hear our mutual murmurs sweep;</span> <span + class="i1"> There, swan-like, let me sing and die:</span> + <span class="i0">A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine—</span> + <span class="i0">Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Byron.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page171" id="page171" title="171"></a><small><a + href="#note_lxxii">LXXVIII</a></small><br />HAIL AND FAREWELL + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">'Tis time this heart should be unmoved,</span> + <span class="i1"> Since others it hath ceased to move:</span> + <span class="i0">Yet, though I cannot be beloved,</span> <span + class="i4"> Still let me + love!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">My days are in the yellow leaf;</span> <span + class="i1"> The flowers and fruits of love are gone;</span> + <span class="i0">The worm, the canker, and the grief</span> <span + class="i4"> Are mine + alone!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The fire that on my bosom preys</span> <span + class="i1"> Is lone as some volcanic isle;</span> <span + class="i0">No torch is kindled at its blaze—</span> <span + class="i4"> A funeral + pile.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The hope, the fear, the jealous care,</span> <span + class="i1"> The exalted portion of the pain</span> <span + class="i0">And power of love, I cannot share,</span> <span + class="i4"> But wear the + chain.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But 'tis not thus, and 'tis not here,</span> <span + class="i1"> Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor <i>now</i></span> + <span class="i0">Where glory decks the hero's bier,</span> <span + class="i4"> Or binds his + brow.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The sword, the banner, and the field,</span> <span + class="i1"> Glory and Greece, around me see!</span> + <span class="i0">The Spartan borne upon his shield</span> <span + class="i4"> Was not more + free.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page172" id="page172" title="172"></a> <span + class="i0">Awake! (not Greece—she <i>is</i> awake!)</span> + <span class="i1"> Awake, my spirit! Think through <i>whom</i></span> + <span class="i0">Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake,</span> + <span class="i4"> And + then strike home!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Tread those reviving passions down,</span> <span + class="i1"> Unworthy manhood! unto thee</span> <span + class="i0">Indifferent should the smile or frown</span> <span + class="i4"> Of beauty be.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">If thou regrett'st thy youth, <i>why live?</i></span> + <span class="i1"> The lad of honourable death</span> + <span class="i0">Is here: up to the field, and give</span> <span + class="i4"> Away thy + breath!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Seek out—less often sought than found—</span> + <span class="i1"> A soldier's grave, for thee the best;</span> + <span class="i0">Then look around, and choose thy ground,</span> + <span class="i4"> And + take thy rest.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Byron.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_lxxix">LXXIX</a></small><br />AFTER CORUNNA + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note,</span> + <span class="i1"> As his corse to the rampart we hurried;</span> + <span class="i0">Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot</span> + <span class="i1"> O'er the grave where our hero we buried.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">We buried him darkly at dead of night,</span> + <span class="i1"> The sods with our bayonets turning,</span> + <span class="i0">By the struggling moonbeam's misty light,</span> + <span class="i1"> And the lantern dimly burning.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page173" id="page173" title="173"></a> <span + class="i0">No useless coffin enclosed his breast,</span> <span + class="i1"> Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him;</span> + <span class="i0">But he lay like a warrior taking his rest</span> + <span class="i1"> With his martial cloak around him.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Few and short were the prayers we said,</span> + <span class="i1"> And we spoke not a word of sorrow;</span> + <span class="i0">But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead,</span> + <span class="i1"> And we bitterly thought of the morrow.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed</span> + <span class="i1"> And smoothed down his lonely pillow,</span> + <span class="i0">How the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head,</span> + <span class="i1"> And we far away on the billow!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone,</span> + <span class="i1"> And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him;</span> + <span class="i0">But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on</span> + <span class="i1"> In the grave where a Briton has laid him.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But half of our heavy task was done,</span> <span + class="i1"> When the clock struck the hour for retiring;</span> + <span class="i0">And we heard the distant and random gun</span> + <span class="i1"> That the foe was sullenly firing.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Slowly and sadly we laid him down,</span> <span + class="i1"> From the field of his fame fresh and gory;</span> + <span class="i0">We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone—</span> + <span class="i1"> But we left him alone with his glory.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Wolfe.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page174" id="page174" title="174"></a><small><a + href="#note_lxxx">LXXX</a></small><br />THE OLD NAVY + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">The captain stood on the carronade: ‘First + lieutenant,’ says he,</span> <span class="i0">‘Send all + my merry men aft here, for they must list to me;</span> <span + class="i0">I haven't the gift of the gab, my sons—because I'm bred + to the sea;</span> <span class="i0">That ship there is a Frenchman, + who means to fight with we.</span> <span class="i3"> And + odds bobs, hammer and tongs, long as I've been to sea,</span> <span + class="i3"> I've fought 'gainst every + odds—but I've gained the victory!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">That ship there is a Frenchman, and if we don't take <i>she</i>,</span> + <span class="i0">'Tis a thousand bullets to one, that she will capture + <i>we</i>;</span> <span class="i0">I haven't the gift of the gab, + my boys; so each man to his gun;</span> <span class="i0">If she's + not mine in half an hour, I'll flog each mother's son.</span> <span + class="i3"> For odds bobs, hammer and + tongs, long as I've been to sea,</span> <span class="i3"> I've + fought 'gainst every odds—and I've gained the victory!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">We fought for twenty minutes, when the Frenchman had + enough;</span> <span class="i0">‘I little thought,’ + said he, ‘that your men were of such stuff’;</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page175" id="page175" title="175"></a> <span + class="i0">Our captain took the Frenchman's sword, a low bow made to <i>he</i>;</span> + <span class="i0">‘I haven't the gift of the gab, monsieur, but + polite I wish to be.</span> <span class="i3"> And + odds bobs, hammer and tongs, long as I've been to sea,</span> <span + class="i3"> I've fought 'gainst every + odds—and I've gained the victory!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Our captain sent for all of us: ‘My merry men,’ + said he,</span> <span class="i0">‘I haven't the gift of the + gab, my lads, but yet I thankful be.</span> <span class="i0">You've + done your duty handsomely, each man stood to his gun;</span> <span + class="i0">If you hadn't, you villains, as sure as day, I'd have flogged + each mother's son.</span> <span class="i3"> For + odds bobs, hammer and tongs, as long as I'm at sea,</span> <span + class="i3"> I'll fight 'gainst every + odds—and I'll gain the victory!’</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Marryat.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_lxxxi">LXXXI</a></small><br />CASABIANCA + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">The boy stood on the burning deck</span> <span + class="i1"> Whence all but he had fled;</span> <span + class="i0">The flame that lit the battle's wreck</span> <span + class="i1"> Shone round him o'er the dead.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page176" id="page176" title="176"></a> <span + class="i0">Yet beautiful and bright he stood,</span> <span + class="i1"> As born to rule the storm:</span> <span + class="i0">A creature of heroic blood,</span> <span class="i1"> A + proud though child-like form.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The flames rolled on—he would not go</span> + <span class="i1"> Without his father's word;</span> + <span class="i0">That father, faint in death below,</span> <span + class="i1"> His voice no longer heard.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">He called aloud; ‘Say, father! say</span> + <span class="i1"> If yet my task is done!’</span> + <span class="i0">He knew not that the chieftain lay</span> <span + class="i1"> Unconscious of his son.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Speak, father!’ once again he cried,</span> + <span class="i1"> ‘If I may yet be gone!’</span> + <span class="i0">And but the booming shots replied,</span> <span + class="i1"> And fast the flames rolled on.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Upon his brow he felt their breath,</span> <span + class="i1"> And in his waving hair;</span> <span + class="i0">He looked from that lone post of death</span> <span + class="i1"> In still yet brave despair,</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And shouted but once more aloud,</span> <span + class="i1"> ‘My father! must I stay?’</span> + <span class="i0">While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,</span> + <span class="i1"> The wreathing fires made way.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">They wrapt the ship in splendour wild,</span> + <span class="i1"> They caught the flag on high,</span> + <span class="i0">And streamed above the gallant child</span> <span + class="i1"> Like banners in the sky.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page177" id="page177" title="177"></a> <span + class="i0">There came a burst of thunder-sound—</span> <span + class="i1"> The boy—O! where was he?</span> <span + class="i0">Ask of the winds that far around</span> <span class="i1"> With + fragments strewed the sea:</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,</span> <span + class="i1"> That well had borne their part!</span> <span + class="i0">But the noblest thing which perished there</span> <span + class="i1"> Was that young faithful heart.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Hemans.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_lxxxi">LXXXII</a></small><br />THE PILGRIM FATHERS + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">The breaking waves dashed high</span> <span + class="i1"> On a stern and rock-bound coast,</span> + <span class="i0">And the woods against a stormy sky</span> <span + class="i1"> Their giant branches tossed;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And the heavy night hung dark</span> <span + class="i1"> The hills and waters o'er,</span> <span + class="i0">When a band of exiles moored their bark</span> <span + class="i1"> On the wild New England shore.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Not as the conqueror comes,</span> <span class="i1"> They, + the true-hearted, came;</span> <span class="i0">Not with the roll + of the stirring drums,</span> <span class="i1"> And the + trumpet that sings of fame;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Not as the flying come,</span> <span class="i1"> In + silence and in fear;—</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page178" id="page178" title="178"></a> <span class="i0">They shook + the depths of the desert gloom</span> <span class="i1"> With + their hymns of lofty cheer.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Amidst the storm they sang,</span> <span class="i1"> And + the stars heard and the sea;</span> <span class="i0">And the + sounding aisles of the dim woods rang</span> <span class="i1"> To + the anthem of the free!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The ocean eagle soared</span> <span class="i1"> From + his nest by the white wave's foam;</span> <span class="i0">And the + rocking pines of the forest roared—</span> <span class="i1"> This + was their welcome home!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">There were men with hoary hair</span> <span + class="i1"> Amidst that pilgrim band;</span> <span + class="i0">Why had <i>they</i> come to wither there,</span> <span + class="i1"> Away from their childhood's land?</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">There was woman's fearless eye,</span> <span + class="i1"> Lit by her deep love's truth;</span> <span + class="i0">There was manhood's brow serenely high,</span> <span + class="i1"> And the fiery heart of youth.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">What sought they thus afar?</span> <span class="i1"> Bright + jewels of the mine?</span> <span class="i0">The wealth of seas, the + spoils of war?</span> <span class="i1"> They sought a + faith's pure shrine!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Ay, call it holy ground,</span> <span class="i1"> The + soil where first they trod.</span> <span class="i0">They have left + unstained what there they found—</span> <span class="i1"> Freedom + to worship God.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Hemans.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page179" id="page179" title="179"></a><small><a + href="#note_lxxxiii">LXXXIII</a></small><br />TO THE ADVENTUROUS + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Much have I travelled in the realms of gold,</span> + <span class="i0">And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;</span> + <span class="i0">Round many western islands have I been</span> + <span class="i0">Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.</span> <span + class="i0">Oft of one wide expanse had I been told</span> <span + class="i0">That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne:</span> + <span class="i0">Yet did I never breathe its pure serene</span> + <span class="i0">Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:</span> + <span class="i0">Then felt I like some watcher of the skies</span> + <span class="i0">When a new planet swims into his ken;</span> <span + class="i0">Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes</span> <span + class="i0">He stared at the Pacific—and all his men</span> + <span class="i0">Looked at each other with a wild surmise—</span> + <span class="i0">Silent, upon a peak in Darien.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Keats.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_lxxxiv">LXXXIV</a></small><br />HORATIUS + </h2> + <h3> + THE TRYSTING + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i0">Lars Porsena of Clusium</span> <span class="i1"> By + the Nine Gods he swore</span> <span class="i0">That the great house + of Tarquin</span> <span class="i1"> Should suffer wrong + no more.</span> <span class="i0">By the Nine Gods he swore it,</span> + <span class="i1"> And named a trysting day,</span> <span + class="i0">And bade his messengers ride forth</span> <span + class="i0">East and west and south and north</span> <span class="i1"> To + summon his array.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page180" id="page180" title="180"></a> <span + class="i0">East and west and south and north</span> <span class="i1"> The + messengers ride fast,</span> <span class="i0">And tower and town + and cottage</span> <span class="i1"> Have heard the + trumpet's blast.</span> <span class="i0">Shame on the false + Etruscan</span> <span class="i1"> Who lingers in his + home,</span> <span class="i0">When Porsena of Clusium</span> + <span class="i1"> Is on the march for Rome.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The horsemen and the footmen</span> <span + class="i1"> Are pouring in amain</span> <span class="i0">From + many a stately market-place,</span> <span class="i1"> From + many a fruitful plain;</span> <span class="i0">From many a lonely + hamlet</span> <span class="i1"> Which, hid by beech and + pine,</span> <span class="i0">Like an eagle's nest hangs on the + crest</span> <span class="i1"> Of purple Apennine;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">From lordly Volaterræ,</span> <span + class="i1"> Where scowls the far-famed hold</span> <span + class="i0">Piled by the hands of giants</span> <span class="i1"> For + godlike kings of old;</span> <span class="i0">From sea-girt + Populonia</span> <span class="i1"> Whose sentinels + descry</span> <span class="i0">Sardinia's snowy mountain-tops</span> + <span class="i1"> Fringing the southern sky;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">From the proud mart of Pisæ,</span> <span + class="i1"> Queen of the western waves,</span> <span + class="i0">Where ride Massilia's triremes</span> <span class="i1"> Heavy + with fair-haired slaves;</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page181" + id="page181" title="181"></a> <span class="i0">From where sweet Clanis + wanders</span> <span class="i1"> Through corn and vines + and flowers;</span> <span class="i0">From where Cortona lifts to + heaven</span> <span class="i1"> Her diadem of towers.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Tall are the oaks whose acorns</span> <span + class="i1"> Drop in dark Auser's rill;</span> <span + class="i0">Fat are the stags that champ the boughs</span> <span + class="i1"> Of the Ciminian hill;</span> <span class="i0">Beyond + all streams Clitumnus</span> <span class="i1"> Is to the + herdsman dear;</span> <span class="i0">Best of all pools the fowler + loves</span> <span class="i1"> The great Volsinian mere.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But now no stroke of woodman</span> <span + class="i1"> Is heard by Auser's rill;</span> <span + class="i0">No hunter tracks the stag's green path</span> <span + class="i1"> Up the Ciminian hill;</span> <span class="i0">Unwatched + along Clitumnus</span> <span class="i1"> Grazes the + milk-white steer;</span> <span class="i0">Unharmed the water-fowl + may dip</span> <span class="i1"> In the Volsinian mere.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The harvests of Arretium</span> <span class="i1"> This + year old men shall reap;</span> <span class="i0">This year young + boys in Umbro</span> <span class="i1"> Shall plunge the + struggling sheep;</span> <span class="i0">And in the vats of Luna</span> + <span class="i1"> This year the must shall foam</span> + <span class="i0">Round the white feet of laughing girls</span> + <span class="i1"> Whose sires have marched to Rome.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page182" id="page182" title="182"></a> <span + class="i0">There be thirty chosen prophets,</span> <span class="i1"> The + wisest of the land,</span> <span class="i0">Who alway by Lars + Porsena</span> <span class="i1"> Both morn and evening + stand:</span> <span class="i0">Evening and morn the Thirty</span> + <span class="i1"> Have turned the verses o'er,</span> + <span class="i0">Traced from the right on linen white</span> <span + class="i1"> By mighty seers of yore.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And with one voice the Thirty</span> <span + class="i1"> Have their glad answer given:</span> <span + class="i0">‘Go forth, go forth, Lars Porsena;</span> <span + class="i1"> Go forth, beloved of Heaven;</span> <span + class="i0">Go, and return in glory</span> <span class="i1"> To + Clusium's royal dome,</span> <span class="i0">And hang round + Nurscia's altars</span> <span class="i1"> The golden + shields of Rome.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And now hath every city</span> <span class="i1"> Sent + up her tale of men;</span> <span class="i0">The foot are fourscore + thousand,</span> <span class="i1"> The horse are + thousands ten.</span> <span class="i0">Before the gates of Sutrium</span> + <span class="i1"> Is met the great array.</span> <span + class="i0">A proud man was Lars Porsena</span> <span class="i1"> Upon + the trysting day!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">For all the Etruscan armies</span> <span class="i1"> Were + ranged beneath his eye,</span> <span class="i0">And many a banished + Roman,</span> <span class="i1"> And many a stout ally;</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page183" id="page183" title="183"></a> <span + class="i0">And with a mighty following</span> <span class="i1"> To + join the muster came</span> <span class="i0">The Tusculan Mamilius,</span> + <span class="i1"> Prince of the Latian name.</span> + </p> + <h3> + THE TROUBLE IN ROME + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i0">But by the yellow Tiber</span> <span class="i1"> Was + tumult and affright:</span> <span class="i0">From all the spacious + champaign</span> <span class="i1"> To Rome men took + their flight.</span> <span class="i0">A mile around the city</span> + <span class="i1"> The throng stopped up the ways;</span> + <span class="i0">A fearful sight it was to see</span> <span + class="i1"> Through two long nights and days.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">For aged folk on crutches,</span> <span class="i1"> And + women great with child,</span> <span class="i0">And mothers sobbing + over babes</span> <span class="i1"> That clung to them + and smiled,</span> <span class="i0">And sick men borne in litters</span> + <span class="i1"> High on the necks of slaves,</span> + <span class="i0">And troops of sun-burned husbandmen</span> <span + class="i1"> With reaping-hooks and staves,</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And droves of mules and asses</span> <span + class="i1"> Laden with skins of wine,</span> <span + class="i0">And endless flocks of goats and sheep,</span> <span + class="i1"> And endless herds of kine,</span> <span + class="i0">And endless trains of waggons</span> <span class="i1"> That + creaked beneath the weight</span> <span class="i0">Of corn-sacks + and of household goods,</span> <span class="i1"> Choked + every roaring gate.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page184" id="page184" title="184"></a> <span + class="i0">Now from the rock Tarpeian</span> <span class="i1"> Could + the wan burghers spy</span> <span class="i0">The line of blazing + villages</span> <span class="i1"> Red in the midnight + sky.</span> <span class="i0">The Fathers of the City,</span> + <span class="i1"> They sat all night and day,</span> + <span class="i0">For every hour some horseman came</span> <span + class="i1"> With tidings of dismay.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">To eastward and to westward</span> <span class="i1"> Have + spread the Tuscan bands;</span> <span class="i0">Nor house, nor + fence, nor dovecote</span> <span class="i1"> In + Crustumerium stands.</span> <span class="i0">Verbenna down to Ostia</span> + <span class="i1"> Hath wasted all the plain;</span> + <span class="i0">Astur hath stormed Janiculum,</span> <span + class="i1"> And the stout guards are slain.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">I wis, in all the Senate</span> <span class="i1"> There + was no heart so bold</span> <span class="i0">But sore it ached, and + fast it beat,</span> <span class="i1"> When that ill + news was told.</span> <span class="i0">Forthwith up rose the + Consul,</span> <span class="i1"> Up rose the Fathers + all;</span> <span class="i0">In haste they girded up their gowns,</span> + <span class="i1"> And hied them to the wall.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">They held a council standing</span> <span + class="i1"> Before the River-Gate;</span> <span + class="i0">Short time was there, ye well may guess,</span> <span + class="i1"> For musing or debate.</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page185" id="page185" title="185"></a> <span + class="i0">Out spake the Consul roundly:</span> <span class="i1"> ‘The + bridge must straight go down;</span> <span class="i0">For, since + Janiculum is lost,</span> <span class="i1"> Nought else + can save the town.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Just then a scout came flying,</span> <span + class="i1"> All wild with haste and fear:</span> <span + class="i0">‘To arms! to arms! Sir Consul:</span> <span + class="i1"> Lars Porsena is here.’</span> <span + class="i0">On the low hills to westward</span> <span class="i1"> The + Consul fixed his eye,</span> <span class="i0">And saw the swarthy + storm of dust</span> <span class="i1"> Rise fast along + the sky.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And nearer fast and nearer</span> <span class="i1"> Doth + the red whirlwind come;</span> <span class="i0">And louder still + and still more loud,</span> <span class="i0">From underneath that + rolling cloud</span> <span class="i0">Is heard the trumpet's + war-note proud,</span> <span class="i1"> The trampling, + and the hum.</span> <span class="i0">And plainly and more plainly</span> + <span class="i1"> Now through the gloom appears,</span> + <span class="i0">Far to left and far to right,</span> <span + class="i0">In broken gleams of dark-blue light,</span> <span + class="i0">The long array of helmets bright,</span> <span class="i1"> The + long array of spears.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And plainly and more plainly</span> <span + class="i1"> Above that glimmering line</span> <span + class="i0">Now might ye see the banners</span> <span class="i1"> Of + twelve fair cities shine;</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page186" + id="page186" title="186"></a> <span class="i0">But the banner of proud + Clusium</span> <span class="i1"> Was highest of them + all,</span> <span class="i0">The terror of the Umbrian,</span> + <span class="i1"> The terror of the Gaul.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And plainly and more plainly</span> <span + class="i1"> Now might the burghers know,</span> <span + class="i0">By port and vest, by horse and crest,</span> <span + class="i1"> Each warlike Lucumo.</span> <span class="i0">There + Cilnius of Arretium</span> <span class="i1"> On his + fleet roan was seen;</span> <span class="i0">And Astur of the + fourfold shield,</span> <span class="i0">Girt with the brand none + else may wield,</span> <span class="i0">Tolumnius with the belt of + gold,</span> <span class="i0">And dark Verbenna from the hold</span> + <span class="i1"> By reedy Thrasymene.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Fast by the royal standard</span> <span class="i1"> O'erlooking + all the war,</span> <span class="i0">Lars Porsena of Clusium</span> + <span class="i1"> Sate in his ivory car.</span> <span + class="i0">By the right wheel rode Mamilius,</span> <span class="i1"> Prince + of the Latian name;</span> <span class="i0">And by the left false + Sextus,</span> <span class="i1"> That wrought the deed + of shame.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But when the face of Sextus</span> <span class="i1"> Was + seen among the foes,</span> <span class="i0">A yell that rent the + firmament</span> <span class="i1"> From all the town + arose.</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page187" id="page187" + title="187"></a> <span class="i0">On the house-tops was no woman</span> + <span class="i1"> But spat towards him, and hissed;</span> + <span class="i0">No child but screamed out curses,</span> <span + class="i1"> And shook its little fist.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But the Consul's brow was sad,</span> <span + class="i1"> And the Consul's speech was low,</span> + <span class="i0">And darkly looked he at the wall,</span> <span + class="i1"> And darkly at the foe.</span> <span + class="i0">‘Their van will be upon us</span> <span class="i1"> Before + the bridge goes down;</span> <span class="i0">And if they once may + win the bridge,</span> <span class="i1"> What hope to + save the town?’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then out spake brave Horatius,</span> <span + class="i1"> The Captain of the gate:</span> <span + class="i0">‘To every man upon this earth</span> <span + class="i1"> Death cometh soon or late;</span> <span + class="i0">And how can man die better</span> <span class="i1"> Than + facing fearful odds,</span> <span class="i0">For the ashes of his + fathers</span> <span class="i1"> And the temples of his + Gods,</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And for the tender mother</span> <span class="i1"> Who + dandled him to rest,</span> <span class="i0">And for the wife who + nurses</span> <span class="i1"> His baby at her breast,</span> + <span class="i0">And for the holy maidens</span> <span class="i1"> Who + feed the eternal flame,</span> <span class="i0">To save them from + false Sextus</span> <span class="i1"> That wrought the + deed of shame?</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page188" id="page188" title="188"></a> <span + class="i0">Hew down the bridge, Sir Consul,</span> <span class="i1"> With + all the speed ye may;</span> <span class="i0">I, with two more to + help me,</span> <span class="i1"> Will hold the foe in + play.</span> <span class="i0">In yon strait path a thousand</span> + <span class="i1"> May well be stopped by three.</span> + <span class="i0">Now who will stand on either hand,</span> <span + class="i1"> And keep the bridge with me?’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then out spake Spurius Lartius,</span> <span + class="i1"> A Ramnian proud was he:</span> <span + class="i0">‘Lo, I will stand at thy right hand,</span> <span + class="i1"> And keep the bridge with thee.’</span> + <span class="i0">And out spake strong Heminius,</span> <span + class="i1"> Of Titian blood was he:</span> <span + class="i0">‘I will abide on thy left side,</span> <span + class="i1"> And keep the bridge with thee.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Horatius,’ quoth the Consul,</span> + <span class="i1"> ‘As thou sayest, so let it be.’</span> + <span class="i0">And straight against that great array</span> <span + class="i1"> Forth went the dauntless Three.</span> <span + class="i0">For Romans in Rome's quarrel</span> <span class="i1"> Spared + neither land nor gold,</span> <span class="i0">Nor son nor wife, + nor limb nor life,</span> <span class="i1"> In the brave + days of old.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then none was for a party;</span> <span class="i1"> Then + all were for the state;</span> <span class="i0">Then the great man + helped the poor,</span> <span class="i1"> And the poor + man loved the great:</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page189" + id="page189" title="189"></a> <span class="i0">Then lands were fairly + portioned;</span> <span class="i1"> Then spoils were + fairly sold:</span> <span class="i0">The Romans were like brothers</span> + <span class="i1"> In the brave days of old.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Now Roman is to Roman</span> <span class="i1"> More + hateful than a foe,</span> <span class="i0">And the Tribunes beard + the high,</span> <span class="i1"> And the Fathers grind + the low.</span> <span class="i0">As we wax hot in faction,</span> + <span class="i1"> In battle we wax cold:</span> <span + class="i0">Wherefore men fight not as they fought</span> <span + class="i1"> In the brave days of old.</span> + </p> + <h3> + THE KEEPING OF THE BRIDGE + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i0">Now while the Three were tightening</span> <span + class="i1"> Their harness on their backs,</span> <span + class="i0">The Consul was the foremost man</span> <span class="i1"> To + take in hand an axe:</span> <span class="i0">And Fathers mixed with + Commons</span> <span class="i1"> Seized hatchet, bar, + and crow,</span> <span class="i0">And smote upon the planks above,</span> + <span class="i1"> And loosed the props below.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Meanwhile the Tuscan army,</span> <span class="i1"> Right + glorious to behold,</span> <span class="i0">Came flashing back the + noonday light,</span> <span class="i0">Rank behind rank, like + surges bright</span> <span class="i1"> Of a broad sea of + gold.</span> <span class="i0">Four hundred trumpets sounded</span> + <span class="i1"> A peal of warlike glee,</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page190" id="page190" title="190"></a> <span + class="i0">As that great host, with measured tread,</span> <span + class="i1"> And spears advanced, and ensigns spread,</span> + <span class="i0">Rolled slowly towards the bridge's head,</span> + <span class="i1"> Where stood the dauntless Three.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The Three stood calm and silent,</span> <span + class="i1"> And looked upon the foes,</span> <span + class="i0">And a great shout of laughter</span> <span class="i1"> From + all the vanguard rose:</span> <span class="i0">And forth three + chiefs came spurring</span> <span class="i1"> Before + that deep array;</span> <span class="i0">To earth they sprang, + their swords they drew,</span> <span class="i0">And lifted high + their shields, and flew</span> <span class="i1"> To win + the narrow way;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Aunus from green Tifernum,</span> <span class="i1"> Lord + of the Hill of Vines;</span> <span class="i0">And Seius, whose + eight hundred slaves</span> <span class="i1"> Sicken in + Ilva's mines;</span> <span class="i0">And Picus, long to Clusium</span> + <span class="i1"> Vassal in peace and war,</span> <span + class="i0">Who led to fight his Umbrian powers</span> <span + class="i0">From that grey crag where, girt with towers,</span> + <span class="i0">The fortress of Nequinum lowers</span> <span + class="i1"> O'er the pale waves of Nar.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Stout Lartius hurled down Aunus</span> <span + class="i1"> Into the stream beneath:</span> <span + class="i0">Herminius struck at Seius,</span> <span class="i1"> And + clove him to the teeth:</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page191" + id="page191" title="191"></a> <span class="i0">At Picus brave Horatius</span> + <span class="i1"> Darted one fiery thrust,</span> <span + class="i0">And the proud Umbrian's gilded arms</span> <span + class="i1"> Clashed in the bloody dust.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then Ocnus of Falerii</span> <span class="i1"> Rushed + on the Roman Three;</span> <span class="i0">And Lausulus of Urgo,</span> + <span class="i1"> The rover of the sea;</span> <span + class="i0">And Aruns of Volsinium,</span> <span class="i1"> Who + slew the great wild boar,</span> <span class="i0">The great wild + boar that had his den</span> <span class="i0">Amidst the reeds of + Cosa's fen,</span> <span class="i0">And wasted fields, and + slaughtered men,</span> <span class="i1"> Along + Albinia's shore.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Herminius smote down Aruns:</span> <span class="i1"> Lartius + laid Ocnus low:</span> <span class="i0">Right to the heart of + Lausulus</span> <span class="i1"> Horatius sent a blow.</span> + <span class="i0">‘Lie there,’ he cried, ‘fell pirate!</span> + <span class="i1"> No more, aghast and pale,</span> <span + class="i0">From Ostia's walls the crowd shall mark</span> <span + class="i0">The track of thy destroying bark.</span> <span class="i0">No + more Campania's hinds shall fly</span> <span class="i0">To woods + and caverns when they spy</span> <span class="i1"> Thy + thrice-accursed sail.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But now no sound of laughter</span> <span + class="i1"> Was heard amongst the foes.</span> <span + class="i0">A wild and wrathful clamour</span> <span class="i1"> From + all the vanguard rose.</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page192" + id="page192" title="192"></a> <span class="i0">Six spears' lengths from + the entrance</span> <span class="i1"> Halted that deep + array,</span> <span class="i0">And for a space no man came forth</span> + <span class="i1"> To win the narrow way.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But hark! the cry is Astur:</span> <span class="i1"> And + lo! the ranks divide;</span> <span class="i0">And the great Lord of + Luna</span> <span class="i1"> Comes with his stately + stride.</span> <span class="i0">Upon his ample shoulders</span> + <span title="Original not indented" class="i1"> Clangs loud + the fourfold shield,</span> <span class="i0">And in his hand he + shakes the brand</span> <span class="i1"> Which none but + he can wield.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">He smiled on those bold Romans</span> <span + class="i1"> A smile serene and high;</span> <span + class="i0">He eyed the flinching Tuscans,</span> <span class="i1"> And + scorn was in his eye.</span> <span class="i0">Quoth he, ‘The + she-wolf's litter</span> <span class="i1"> Stands + savagely at bay:</span> <span class="i0">But will ye dare to + follow,</span> <span class="i1"> If Astur clears the + way?’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then, whirling up his broadsword</span> <span + class="i1"> With both hands to the height,</span> <span + class="i0">He rushed against Horatius,</span> <span class="i1"> And + smote with all his might.</span> <span class="i0">With shield and + blade Horatius</span> <span class="i1"> Right deftly + turned the blow.</span> <span class="i0">The blow, though turned, + came yet too nigh;</span> <span title="Original indented" class="i0">It + missed his helm, but gashed his thigh:</span> <span class="i0">The + Tuscans raised a joyful cry</span> <span class="i1"> To + see the red blood flow.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page193" id="page193" title="193"></a> <span + class="i0">He reeled, and on Herminius</span> <span class="i1"> He + leaned one breathing-space;</span> <span class="i0">Then, like a + wild cat mad with wounds,</span> <span class="i1"> Sprang + right at Astur's face.</span> <span class="i0">Through teeth, and + skull, and helmet,</span> <span class="i1"> So fierce a + thrust he sped</span> <span class="i0">The good sword stood a + handbreadth out</span> <span class="i1"> Behind the + Tuscan's head.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And the great Lord of Luna</span> <span class="i1"> Fell + at that deadly stroke,</span> <span class="i0">As falls on Mount + Alvernus</span> <span class="i1"> A thunder-smitten oak:</span> + <span class="i0">Far o'er the crashing forest</span> <span + class="i1"> The giant arms lie spread;</span> <span + class="i0">And the pale augurs, muttering low,</span> <span + class="i1"> Gaze on the blasted head.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">On Astur's throat Horatius</span> <span class="i1"> Right + firmly pressed his heel,</span> <span class="i0">And thrice and + four times tugged amain,</span> <span class="i1"> Ere he + wrenched out the steel.</span> <span class="i0">‘And see,’ + he cried, ‘the welcome,</span> <span class="i1"> Fair + guests, that waits you here!</span> <span class="i0">What noble + Lucumo comes next</span> <span class="i1"> To taste our + Roman cheer?’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But at his haughty challenge</span> <span + class="i1"> A sullen murmur ran,</span> <span class="i0">Mingled + of wrath and shame and dread,</span> <span class="i1"> Along + that glittering van.</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page194" + id="page194" title="194"></a> <span class="i0">There lacked not men of + prowess,</span> <span class="i1"> Nor men of lordly + race;</span> <span class="i0">For all Etruria's noblest</span> + <span class="i1"> Were round the fatal place.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But all Etruria's noblest</span> <span class="i1"> Felt + their hearts sink to see</span> <span class="i0">On the earth the + bloody corpses,</span> <span class="i1"> In the path the + dauntless Three:</span> <span class="i0">And, from the ghastly + entrance</span> <span class="i1"> Where those bold + Romans stood,</span> <span class="i0">All shrank, like boys who + unaware,</span> <span class="i0">Ranging the woods to start a hare,</span> + <span class="i0">Come to the mouth of the dark lair</span> <span + class="i0">Where, growling low, a fierce old bear</span> <span + class="i1"> Lies amidst bones and blood.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Was none who would be foremost</span> <span + class="i1"> To lead such dire attack;</span> <span + class="i0">But those behind cried ‘Forward!’</span> + <span class="i1"> And those before cried ‘Back!’</span> + <span class="i0">And backward now and forward</span> <span + class="i1"> Wavers the deep array;</span> <span + class="i0">And on the tossing sea of steel,</span> <span + title="Original indented" class="i0">To and fro the standards reel;</span> + <span class="i0">And the victorious trumpet-peal</span> <span + class="i1"> Dies fitfully away.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Yet one man for one moment</span> <span class="i1"> Strode + out before the crowd;</span> <span class="i0">Well known was he to + all the Three,</span> <span class="i1"> And they gave + him greeting loud.</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page195" + id="page195" title="195"></a> <span class="i0">‘Now welcome, + welcome, Sextus!</span> <span class="i1"> Now welcome to + thy home!</span> <span class="i0">Why dost thou stay, and turn + away?</span> <span class="i1"> Here lies the road to + Rome.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Thrice looked he at the city;</span> <span + class="i1"> Thrice looked he at the dead;</span> <span + class="i0">And thrice came on in fury,</span> <span class="i1"> And + thrice turned back in dread:</span> <span class="i0">And, white + with fear and hatred,</span> <span class="i1"> Scowled + at the narrow way</span> <span class="i0">Where, wallowing in a + pool of blood,</span> <span class="i1"> The bravest + Tuscans lay.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But meanwhile axe and lever</span> <span class="i1"> Have + manfully been plied;</span> <span class="i0">And now the bridge + hangs tottering</span> <span class="i1"> Above the + boiling tide.</span> <span class="i0">‘Come back, come back, + Horatius!’</span> <span class="i1"> Loud cried the + Fathers all.</span> <span class="i0">‘Back, Lartius! back, + Herminius!</span> <span class="i1"> Back, ere the ruin + fall!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Back darted Spurius Lartius;</span> <span + class="i1"> Herminius darted back:</span> <span + class="i0">And, as they passed, beneath their feet</span> <span + class="i1"> They felt the timbers crack.</span> <span + class="i0">But, when they turned their faces,</span> <span + class="i1"> And on the farther shore</span> <span + class="i0">Saw brave Horatius stand alone,</span> <span class="i1"> They + would have crossed once more.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page196" id="page196" title="196"></a> <span + class="i0">But with a crash like thunder</span> <span class="i1"> Fell + every loosened beam,</span> <span class="i0">And, like a dam, the + mighty wreck</span> <span class="i1"> Lay right athwart + the stream:</span> <span class="i0">And a long shout of triumph</span> + <span class="i1"> Rose from the walls of Rome,</span> + <span class="i0">As to the highest turret-tops</span> <span + class="i1"> Was splashed the yellow foam.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And, like a horse unbroken</span> <span class="i1"> When + first he feels the rein,</span> <span class="i0">The furious river + struggled hard,</span> <span class="i1"> And tossed his + tawny mane;</span> <span class="i0">And burst the curb, and + bounded,</span> <span class="i1"> Rejoicing to be free;</span> + <span class="i0">And whirling down, in fierce career,</span> <span + class="i0">Battlement, and plank, and pier,</span> <span class="i1"> Rushed + headlong to the sea.</span> + </p> + <h3> + FATHER TIBER + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i0">Alone stood brave Horatius,</span> <span class="i1"> But + constant still in mind;</span> <span class="i0">Thrice thirty + thousand foes before,</span> <span class="i1"> And the + broad flood behind.</span> <span class="i0">‘Down with him!’ + cried false Sextus,</span> <span class="i1"> With a + smile on his pale face.</span> <span class="i0">‘Now yield + thee,’ cried Lars Porsena,</span> <span class="i1"> ‘Now + yield thee to our grace.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Round turned he, as not deigning</span> <span + class="i1"> Those craven ranks to see;</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page197" id="page197" title="197"></a> <span + class="i0">Nought spake he to Lars Porsena,</span> <span class="i1"> To + Sextus nought spake he;</span> <span class="i0">But he saw on + Palatinus</span> <span class="i1"> The white porch of + his home;</span> <span class="i0">And he spake to the noble river</span> + <span class="i1"> That rolls by the towers of Rome.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘O Tiber! father Tiber!</span> <span + class="i1"> To whom the Romans pray,</span> <span + class="i0">A Roman's life, a Roman's arms,</span> <span class="i1"> Take + thou in charge this day!’</span> <span class="i0">So he + spake, and speaking sheathed</span> <span class="i1"> The + good sword by his side,</span> <span class="i0">And with his + harness on his back</span> <span class="i1"> Plunged + headlong in the tide.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">No sound of joy or sorrow</span> <span class="i1"> Was + heard from either bank;</span> <span class="i0">But friends and + foes in dumb surprise,</span> <span class="i0">With parted lips and + straining eyes,</span> <span class="i1"> Stood gazing + where he sank;</span> <span class="i0">And when above the surges</span> + <span class="i1"> They saw his crest appear,</span> + <span class="i0">All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry,</span> <span + class="i0">And even the ranks of Tuscany</span> <span class="i1"> Could + scarce forbear to cheer.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But fiercely ran the current,</span> <span + class="i1"> Swollen high by months of rain:</span> <span + class="i0">And fast his blood was flowing;</span> <span class="i1"> And + he was sore in pain,</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page198" + id="page198" title="198"></a> <span class="i0">And heavy with his + armour,</span> <span class="i1"> And spent with changing + blows:</span> <span class="i0">And oft they thought him sinking,</span> + <span class="i1"> But still again he rose.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Never, I ween, did swimmer,</span> <span class="i1"> In + such an evil case,</span> <span class="i0">Struggle through such a + raging flood</span> <span class="i1"> Safe to the + landing-place:</span> <span class="i0">But his limbs were borne up + bravely</span> <span class="i1"> By the brave heart + within,</span> <span class="i0">And our good father Tiber</span> + <span class="i1"> Bare bravely up his chin.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Curse on him!’ quoth false Sextus;</span> + <span class="i1"> ‘Will not the villain drown?</span> + <span class="i0">But for this stay ere close of day</span> <span + class="i1"> We should have sacked the town!’</span> + <span class="i0">‘Heaven help him!’ quoth Lars Porsena,</span> + <span class="i1"> ‘And bring him safe to shore;</span> + <span class="i0">For such a gallant feat of arms</span> <span + class="i1"> Was never seen before.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And now he feels the bottom;</span> <span + class="i1"> Now on dry earth he stands;</span> <span + class="i0">Now round him throng the Fathers</span> <span class="i1"> To + press his gory hands;</span> <span class="i0">And now with shouts + and clapping,</span> <span class="i1"> And noise of + weeping loud,</span> <span class="i0">He enters through the + River-Gate,</span> <span class="i1"> Borne by the joyous + crowd.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page199" id="page199" title="199"></a> <span + class="i0">They gave him of the corn-land,</span> <span class="i1"> That + was of public right,</span> <span class="i0">As much as two strong + oxen</span> <span class="i1"> Could plough from morn + till night;</span> <span class="i0">And they made a molten image,</span> + <span class="i1"> And set it up on high,</span> <span + class="i0">And there it stands unto this day</span> <span class="i1"> To + witness if I lie.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">It stands in the Comitium</span> <span class="i1"> Plain + for all folk to see;</span> <span class="i0">Horatius in his + harness,</span> <span class="i1"> Halting upon one knee:</span> + <span class="i0">And underneath is written,</span> <span class="i1"> In + letters all of gold,</span> <span class="i0">How valiantly he kept + the bridge</span> <span class="i1"> In the brave days of + old.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And still his name sounds stirring</span> <span + class="i1"> Unto the men of Rome,</span> <span class="i0">As + the trumpet-blast that cries to them</span> <span class="i1"> To + charge the Volscian home;</span> <span class="i0">And wives still + pray to Juno</span> <span class="i1"> For boys with + hearts as bold</span> <span class="i0">As his who kept the bridge + so well</span> <span class="i1"> In the brave days of + old.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And in the nights of winter,</span> <span + class="i1"> When the cold north winds blow,</span> <span + class="i0">And the long howling of the wolves</span> <span + class="i1"> Is heard amidst the snow;</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page200" id="page200" title="200"></a> <span + class="i0">When round the lonely cottage</span> <span class="i1"> Roars + loud the tempest's din,</span> <span class="i0">And the good logs + of Algidus</span> <span class="i1"> Roar louder yet + within;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">When the oldest cask is opened,</span> <span + class="i1"> And the largest lamp is lit;</span> <span + class="i0">When the chestnuts glow in the embers,</span> <span + class="i1"> And the kid turns on the spit;</span> <span + class="i0">When young and old in circle</span> <span class="i1"> Around + the firebrands close;</span> <span class="i0">When the girls are + weaving baskets,</span> <span class="i1"> And the lads + are shaping bows;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">When the goodman mends his armour</span> <span + class="i1"> And trims his helmet's plume;</span> <span + class="i0">When the goodwife's shuttle merrily</span> <span + class="i1"> Goes flashing through the loom;</span> <span + class="i0">With weeping and with laughter</span> <span class="i1"> Still + is the story told,</span> <span class="i0">How well Horatius kept + the bridge</span> <span class="i1"> In the brave days of + old.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Macaulay.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_lxxxiv">LXXXV</a></small><br />THE ARMADA + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Attend, all ye who list to hear our noble England's + praise;</span> <span class="i0">I tell of the thrice famous deeds + she wrought in ancient days,</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page201" id="page201" title="201"></a> <span class="i0">When that + great fleet invincible against her bore in vain</span> <span + class="i0">The richest spoils of Mexico, the stoutest hearts of Spain.</span> + <span class="i0">It was about the lovely close of a warm summer day,</span> + <span class="i0">There came a gallant merchant-ship full sail to + Plymouth Bay;</span> <span class="i0">Her crew hath seen Castile's + black fleet, beyond Aurigny's isle,</span> <span class="i0">At + earliest twilight, on the waves lie heaving many a mile.</span> + <span class="i0">At sunrise she escaped their van, by God's especial + grace;</span> <span class="i0">And the tall Pinta, till the noon, + had held her close in chase.</span> <span class="i0">Forthwith a + guard at every gun was placed along the wall;</span> <span + class="i0">The beacon blazed upon the roof of Edgecumbe's lofty hall;</span> + <span class="i0">Many a light fishing-bark put out to pry along the + coast,</span> <span class="i0">And with loose rein and bloody spur + rode inland many a post.</span> <span class="i0">With his white + hair unbonneted, the stout old sheriff comes;</span> <span + class="i0">Behind him march the halberdiers; before him sound the drums;</span> + <span class="i0">His yeomen round the market cross make clear an ample + space;</span> <span class="i0">For there behoves him to set up the + standard of Her Grace.</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page202" + id="page202" title="202"></a> <span class="i0">And haughtily the + trumpets peal, and gaily dance the bells,</span> <span class="i0">As + slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon swells.</span> <span + class="i0">Look how the Lion of the sea lifts up his ancient crown,</span> + <span class="i0">And underneath his deadly paw treads the gay lilies + down!</span> <span class="i0">So stalked he when he turned to + flight, on that famed Picard field,</span> <span class="i0">Bohemia's + plume, and Genoa's bow, and Cæsar's eagle shield.</span> + <span class="i0">So glared he when at Agincourt in wrath he turned to + bay,</span> <span class="i0">And crushed and torn beneath his claws + the princely hunters lay.</span> <span class="i0">Ho! strike the + flagstaff deep, Sir Knight: ho! scatter flowers, fair maids:</span> + <span class="i0">Ho! gunners, fire a loud salute; ho! gallants, draw + your blades:</span> <span class="i0">Thou sun, shine on her + joyously: ye breezes, waft her wide;</span> <span class="i0">Our + glorious <strong>semper eadem</strong>, the banner of our pride.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i1"> The freshening breeze of eve unfurled that + banner's massy fold;</span> <span class="i0">The parting gleam of + sunshine kissed that haughty scroll of gold;</span> <span class="i0">Night + sank upon the dusky beach and on the purple sea,</span> <span + class="i0">Such night in England ne'er had been, nor e'er again shall + be.</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page203" id="page203" + title="203"></a> <span class="i0">From Eddystone to Berwick bounds, from + Lynn to Milford Bay,</span> <span class="i0">That time of slumber + was as bright and busy as the day;</span> <span class="i0">For + swift to east and swift to west the ghastly war-flame spread,</span> + <span class="i0">High on St. Michael's Mount it shone: it shone on + Beachy Head.</span> <span class="i0">Far on the deep the Spaniard + saw, along each southern shire,</span> <span class="i0">Cape beyond + cape, in endless range, those twinkling points of fire.</span> + <span class="i0">The fisher left his skiff to rock on Tamar's glittering + waves:</span> <span class="i0">The rugged miners poured to war from + Mendip's sunless caves!</span> <span class="i0">O'er Longleat's + towers, o'er Cranbourne's oaks, the fiery herald flew:</span> <span + class="i0">He roused the shepherds of Stonehenge, the rangers of + Beaulieu.</span> <span class="i0">Right sharp and quick the bells + all night rang out from Bristol town,</span> <span class="i0">And + ere the day three hundred horse had met on Clifton down;</span> + <span class="i0">The sentinel on Whitehall gate looked forth into the + night,</span> <span class="i0">And saw o'erhanging Richmond Hill + the streak of blood-red light:</span> <span class="i0">Then bugle's + note and cannon's roar the death-like silence broke,</span> <span + class="i0">And with one start, and with one cry, the royal city woke.</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page204" id="page204" title="204"></a> <span + class="i0">At once on all her stately gates arose the answering fires;</span> + <span class="i0">At once the wild alarum clashed from all her reeling + spires;</span> <span class="i0">From all the batteries of the Tower + pealed loud the voice of fear;</span> <span class="i0">And all the + thousand masts of Thames sent back a louder cheer;</span> <span + class="i0">And from the furthest wards was heard the rush of hurrying + feet,</span> <span class="i0">And the broad streams of pikes and + flags rushed down each roaring street;</span> <span class="i0">And + broader still became the blaze, and louder still the din,</span> + <span class="i0">As fast from every village round the horse came + spurring in.</span> <span class="i0">And eastward straight from + wild Blackheath the warlike errand went,</span> <span class="i0">And + roused in many an ancient hall the gallant squires of Kent.</span> + <span class="i0">Southward from Surrey's pleasant hills flew those + bright couriers forth;</span> <span class="i0">High on bleak + Hampstead's swarthy moor they started for the north;</span> <span + class="i0">And on, and on, without a pause, untired they bounded still:</span> + <span class="i0">All night from tower to tower they sprang; they sprang + from hill to hill:</span> <span class="i0">Till the proud Peak + unfurled the flag o'er Darwin's rocky dales,</span> <span class="i0">Till + like volcanoes flared to heaven the stormy huts of Wales,</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page205" id="page205" title="205"></a> <span + class="i0">Till twelve fair counties saw the blaze on Malvern's lonely + height,</span> <span class="i0">Till streamed in crimson on the + wind the Wrekin's crest of light,</span> <span class="i0">Till + broad and fierce the star came forth on Ely's stately fane,</span> + <span class="i0">And tower and hamlet rose in arms o'er all the + boundless plain;</span> <span class="i0">Till Belvoir's lordly + terraces the sign to Lincoln sent,</span> <span class="i0">And + Lincoln sped the message on o'er the wide vale of Trent;</span> + <span class="i0">Till Skiddaw saw the fire that burned on Gaunt's + embattled pile,</span> <span class="i0">And the red glare on + Skiddaw roused the burghers of Carlisle.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Macaulay.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_lxxxiv">LXXXVI</a></small><br />THE LAST BUCCANEER + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">The winds were yelling, the waves were swelling,</span> + <span class="i1"> The sky was black and drear,</span> + <span class="i0">When the crew with eyes of flame brought the ship + without a name</span> <span class="i1"> Alongside the + last Buccaneer.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Whence flies your sloop full sail before so + fierce a gale,</span> <span class="i1"> When all others + drive bare on the seas?</span> <span class="i0">Say, come ye from + the shore of the holy Salvador,</span> <span class="i1"> Or + the gulf of the rich Caribbees?’</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page206" id="page206" title="206"></a> <span + class="i0">‘From a shore no search hath found, from a gulf no line + can sound,</span> <span class="i1"> Without rudder or + needle we steer;</span> <span class="i0">Above, below, our bark + dies the sea-fowl and the shark,</span> <span class="i1"> As + we fly by the last Buccaneer.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">To-night there shall be heard on the rocks of Cape de + Verde</span> <span class="i1"> A loud crash and a louder + roar;</span> <span class="i0">And to-morrow shall the deep with a + heavy moaning sweep</span> <span class="i1"> The corpses + and wreck to the shore,’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The stately ship of Clyde securely now may ride</span> + <span class="i1"> In the breath of the citron shades;</span> + <span class="i0">And Severn's towering mast securely now hies fast,</span> + <span class="i1"> Through the seas of the balmy Trades.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">From St Jago's wealthy port, from Havannah's royal + fort,</span> <span class="i1"> The seaman goes forth + without fear;</span> <span class="i0">For since that stormy night + not a mortal hath had sight</span> <span class="i1"> Of + the flag of the last Buccaneer.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Macaulay.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_lxxxiv">LXXXVII</a></small><br />A JACOBITE'S + EPITAPH + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">To my true king I offered free from stain</span> + <span class="i0">Courage and faith; vain faith, and courage vain.</span> + <span class="i0">For him, I threw lands, honours, wealth, away,</span> + <span class="i0">And one dear hope, that was more prized than they.</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page207" id="page207" title="207"></a> <span + class="i0">For him I languished in a foreign clime,</span> <span + class="i0">Grey-haired with sorrow in my manhood's prime;</span> + <span class="i0">Heard on Lavernia Scargill's whispering trees,</span> + <span class="i0">And pined by Arno for my lovelier Tees;</span> + <span class="i0">Beheld each night my home in fevered sleep,</span> + <span class="i0">Each morning started from the dream to weep;</span> + <span class="i0">Till God, who saw me tried too sorely, gave</span> + <span class="i0">The resting-place I asked—an early grave.</span> + <span class="i0">Oh thou, whom chance leads to this nameless stone,</span> + <span class="i0">From that proud country which was once mine own,</span> + <span class="i0">By those white cliffs I never more must see,</span> + <span class="i0">By that dear language which I speak like thee,</span> + <span class="i0">Forget all feuds, and shed one English tear</span> + <span class="i0">O'er English dust. A broken heart lies here.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Macaulay.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_lxxxviii">LXXXVIII</a></small><br />THE SONG OF THE + WESTERN MEN + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">A good sword and a trusty hand!</span> <span + class="i1"> A merry heart and true!</span> <span + class="i0">King James's men shall understand</span> <span class="i1"> What + Cornish lads can do.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And have they fixed the where and when?</span> + <span class="i1"> And shall Trelawny die?</span> <span + class="i0">Here's twenty thousand Cornish men</span> <span + class="i1"> Will know the reason why!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Out spake their captain brave and bold,</span> + <span class="i1"> A merry wight was he:</span> <span + class="i0">‘If London Tower were Michael's hold,</span> <span + class="i1"> We'll set Trelawny free!</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page208" id="page208" title="208"></a> <span + class="i0">We'll cross the Tamar, land to land,</span> <span + class="i1"> The Severn is no stay,</span> <span + class="i0">With “one and all,” and hand in hand,</span> + <span class="i1"> And who shall bid us nay?</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And when we come to London Wall,</span> <span + class="i1"> A pleasant sight to view,</span> <span + class="i0">Come forth! come forth! ye cowards all,</span> <span + class="i1"> Here's men as good as you.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Trelawny he's in keep and hold,</span> <span + class="i1"> Trelawny he may die;</span> <span class="i0">But + here's twenty thousand Cornish bold</span> <span class="i1"> Will + know the reason why!’</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Hawker.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_lxxxix">LXXXIX</a></small><br />THE BUILDING OF THE + SHIP + </h2> + <h3> + THE MODEL + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Build me straight, O worthy Master!</span> + <span class="i1"> Staunch and strong, a goodly vessel,</span> + <span class="i0">That shall laugh at all disaster,</span> <span + class="i1"> And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The merchant's word</span> <span class="i0">Delighted + the Master heard;</span> <span class="i0">For his heart was in his + work, and the heart</span> <span class="i0">Giveth grace unto every + Art.</span> <span class="i0">A quiet smile played round his lips,</span> + <span class="i0">As the eddies and dimples of the tide</span> <span + class="i0">Play round the bows of ships,</span> <span class="i0">That + steadily at anchor ride.</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page209" + id="page209" title="209"></a> <span class="i0">And with a voice that was + full of glee,</span> <span class="i0">He answered, ‘Ere long + we will launch</span> <span class="i0">A vessel as goodly, and + strong, and staunch,</span> <span class="i0">As ever weathered a + wintry sea!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And first with nicest skill and art,</span> <span + class="i0">Perfect and finished in every part,</span> <span + class="i0">A little model the Master wrought,</span> <span + class="i0">Which should be to the larger plan</span> <span + class="i0">What the child is to the man,</span> <span class="i0">Its + counterpart in miniature;</span> <span class="i0">That with a hand + more swift and sure</span> <span class="i0">The greater labour + might be brought</span> <span class="i0">To answer to his inward + thought.</span> <span class="i0">And as he laboured, his mind ran + o'er</span> <span class="i0">The various ships that were built of + yore,</span> <span class="i0">And above them all, and strangest of + all,</span> <span class="i0">Towered the Great Harry, crank and + tall,</span> <span class="i0">Whose picture was hanging on the + wall,</span> <span class="i0">With bows and stern raised high in + air,</span> <span class="i0">And balconies hanging here and there,</span> + <span class="i0">And signal lanterns and flags afloat,</span> <span + class="i0">And eight round towers, like those that frown</span> + <span class="i0">From some old castle, looking down</span> <span + class="i0">Upon the drawbridge and the moat.</span> <span class="i0">And + he said with a smile, ‘Our ship, I wis,</span> <span + class="i0">Shall be of another form than this!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">It was of another form, indeed;</span> <span + class="i0">Built for freight, and yet for speed,</span> <span + class="i0">A beautiful and gallant craft;</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page210" id="page210" title="210"></a> <span + class="i0">Broad in the beam, that the stress of the blast,</span> + <span class="i0">Pressing down upon sail and mast,</span> <span + class="i0">Might not the sharp bows overwhelm;</span> <span + class="i0">Broad in the beam, but sloping aft</span> <span + class="i0">With graceful curve and slow degrees,</span> <span + class="i0">That she might be docile to the helm,</span> <span + class="i0">And that the currents of parted seas,</span> <span + class="i0">Closing behind, with mighty force,</span> <span + class="i0">Might aid and not impede her course.</span> + </p> + <h3> + THE BUILDERS + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i0">In the ship-yard stood the Master,</span> <span + class="i1"> With the model of the vessel,</span> <span + class="i0">That should laugh at all disaster,</span> <span + class="i1"> And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Covering many a rood of ground,</span> <span + class="i0">Lay the timber piled around;</span> <span class="i0">Timber + of chestnut, and elm, and oak,</span> <span class="i0">And + scattered here and there, with these,</span> <span class="i0">The + knarred and crooked cedar knees;</span> <span class="i0">Brought + from regions far away,</span> <span class="i0">From Pascagoula's + sunny bay,</span> <span class="i0">And the banks of the roaring + Roanoke!</span> <span class="i0">Ah! what a wondrous thing it is</span> + <span class="i0">To note how many wheels of toil</span> <span + class="i0">One thought, one word, can set in motion!</span> <span + class="i0">There's not a ship that sails the ocean,</span> <span + class="i0">But every climate, every soil,</span> <span class="i0">Must + bring its tribute, great or small,</span> <span class="i0">And help + to build the wooden wall!</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page211" id="page211" title="211"></a> <span + class="i0">The sun was rising o'er the sea,</span> <span class="i0">And + long the level shadows lay,</span> <span class="i0">As if they, + too, the beams would be</span> <span class="i0">Of some great, airy + argosy,</span> <span class="i0">Framed and launched in a single + day.</span> <span class="i0">That silent architect, the sun,</span> + <span class="i0">Had hewn and laid them every one,</span> <span + class="i0">Ere the work of man was yet begun.</span> <span + class="i0">Beside the Master, when he spoke,</span> <span class="i0">A + youth, against an anchor leaning,</span> <span class="i0">Listened + to catch his slightest meaning.</span> <span class="i0">Only the + long waves, as they broke</span> <span class="i0">In ripples on the + pebbly beach,</span> <span class="i0">Interrupted the old man's + speech.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Beautiful they were, in sooth,</span> <span + class="i0">The old man and the fiery youth!</span> <span class="i0">The + old man, in whose busy brain</span> <span class="i0">Many a ship + that sailed the main</span> <span class="i0">Was modelled o'er and + o'er again;—</span> <span class="i0">The fiery youth, who was + to be</span> <span class="i0">The heir of his dexterity,</span> + <span class="i0">The heir of his house, and his daughter's hand,</span> + <span class="i0">When he had built and launched from land</span> + <span class="i0">What the elder head had planned.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Thus,’ said he, ‘will we build this + ship!</span> <span class="i0">Lay square the blocks upon the slip,</span> + <span class="i0">And follow well this plan of mine.</span> <span + class="i0">Choose the timbers with greatest care;</span> <span + class="i0">Of all that is unsound beware;</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page212" id="page212" title="212"></a> <span + class="i0">For only what is sound and strong</span> <span class="i0">To + this vessel shall belong.</span> <span class="i0">Cedar of Maine + and Georgia pine</span> <span class="i0">Here together shall + combine.</span> <span class="i0">A goodly frame, and a goodly fame,</span> + <span class="i0">And the <strong>Union</strong> be her name!</span> + <span class="i0">For the day that gives her to the sea</span> <span + class="i0">Shall give my daughter unto thee!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The Master's word</span> <span class="i0">Enrapturèd + the young man heard;</span> <span class="i0">And as he turned his + face aside,</span> <span class="i0">With a look of joy and a thrill + of pride,</span> <span class="i0">Standing before</span> <span + class="i0">Her father's door,</span> <span class="i0">He saw the + form of his promised bride.</span> <span class="i0">The sun shone + on her golden hair,</span> <span class="i0">And her cheek was + glowing fresh and fair,</span> <span class="i0">With the breath of + morn and the soft sea air.</span> <span class="i0">Like a beauteous + barge was she,</span> <span class="i0">Still at rest on the sandy + beach,</span> <span class="i0">Just beyond the billow's reach;</span> + <span class="i0">But he</span> <span class="i0">Was the restless, + seething, stormy sea!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Ah! how skilful grows the hand</span> <span + class="i0">That obeyeth Love's command!</span> <span class="i0">It + is the heart, and not the brain,</span> <span class="i0">That to + the highest doth attain,</span> <span class="i0">And he who + followeth Love's behest</span> <span class="i0">Far exceedeth all + the rest!</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page213" id="page213" + title="213"></a> <span class="i0">Thus with the rising of the sun</span> + <span class="i0">Was the noble task begun,</span> <span class="i0">And + soon throughout the ship-yard's bounds</span> <span class="i0">Were + heard the intermingled sounds</span> <span class="i0">Of axes and + of mallets, plied</span> <span class="i0">With vigourous arms on + every side;</span> <span class="i0">Plied so deftly and so well,</span> + <span class="i0">That ere the shadows of evening fell,</span> <span + class="i0">The keel of oak for a noble ship,</span> <span class="i0">Scarfed + and bolted, straight and strong,</span> <span class="i0">Was lying + ready, and stretched along</span> <span class="i0">The blocks, well + placed upon the slip.</span> <span class="i0">Happy, thrice happy, + every one</span> <span class="i0">Who sees his labour well begun,</span> + <span class="i0">And not perplexed and multiplied,</span> <span + class="i0">By idly waiting for time and tide!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And when the hot, long day was o'er,</span> <span + class="i0">The young man at the Master's door</span> <span + class="i0">Sat with the maiden calm and still.</span> <span + class="i0">And within the porch, a little more</span> <span + class="i0">Removed beyond the evening chill,</span> <span class="i0">The + father sat, and told them tales</span> <span class="i0">Of wrecks + in the great September gales,</span> <span class="i0">Of pirates + upon the Spanish Main,</span> <span class="i0">And ships that never + came back again;</span> <span class="i0">The chance and change of a + sailor's life,</span> <span class="i0">Want and plenty, rest and + strife,</span> <span class="i0">His roving fancy, like the wind,</span> + <span class="i0">That nothing can stay and nothing can bind:</span> + <span class="i0">And the magic charm of foreign lands,</span> <span + class="i0">With shadows of palms and shining sands,</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page214" id="page214" title="214"></a> <span + class="i0">Where the tumbling surf,</span> <span class="i0">O'er + the coral reefs of Madagascar,</span> <span class="i0">Washes the + feet of the swarthy Lascar,</span> <span class="i0">As he lies + alone and asleep on the turf.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And the trembling maiden held her breath</span> + <span class="i0">At the tales of that awful, pitiless sea,</span> + <span class="i0">With all its terror and mystery,</span> <span + class="i0">The dim, dark sea, so like unto Death,</span> <span + class="i0">That divides and yet unites mankind!</span> <span + class="i0">And whenever the old man paused, a gleam</span> <span + class="i0">From the bowl of his pipe would awhile illume</span> + <span class="i0">The silent group in the twilight gloom,</span> + <span class="i0">And thoughtful faces, as in a dream;</span> <span + class="i0">And for a moment one might mark</span> <span class="i0">What + had been hidden by the dark,</span> <span class="i0">That the head + of the maiden lay at rest,</span> <span class="i0">Tenderly, on the + young man's breast!</span> + </p> + <h3> + IN THE SHIP-YARD + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i0">Day by day the vessel grew,</span> <span class="i0">With + timbers fashioned strong and true,</span> <span class="i0">Stemson + and keelson and sternson-knee,</span> <span class="i0">Till, framed + with perfect symmetry,</span> <span class="i0">A skeleton ship rose + up to view!</span> <span class="i0">And round the bows and along + the side</span> <span class="i0">The heavy hammers and mallets + plied,</span> <span class="i0">Till after many a week, at length,</span> + <span class="i0">Wonderful for form and strength,</span> <span + class="i0">Sublime in its enormous bulk,</span> <span class="i0">Loomed + aloft the shadowy hulk!</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page215" + id="page215" title="215"></a> <span class="i0">And around it columns of + smoke, upwreathing,</span> <span class="i0">Rose from the boiling, + bubbling, seething</span> <span class="i0">Caldron that glowed,</span> + <span class="i0">And overflowed</span> <span class="i0">With the + black tar, heated for the sheathing.</span> <span class="i0">And + amid the clamours</span> <span class="i0">Of clattering hammers,</span> + <span class="i0">He who listened heard now and then</span> <span + class="i0">The song of the Master and his men:—</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Build me straight, O worthy Master,</span> + <span class="i1"> Staunch and strong, a goodly vessel,</span> + <span class="i0">That shall laugh at all disaster,</span> <span + class="i1"> And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">With oaken brace and copper band,</span> <span + class="i0">Lay the rudder on the sand,</span> <span class="i0">That, + like a thought, should have control</span> <span class="i0">Over + the movement of the whole;</span> <span class="i0">And near it the + anchor, whose giant hand</span> <span class="i0">Would reach down + and grapple with the land,</span> <span class="i0">And immovable + and fast</span> <span class="i0">Hold the great ship against the + bellowing blast!</span> <span class="i0">And at the bows an image + stood,</span> <span class="i0">By a cunning artist carved in wood,</span> + <span class="i0">With robes of white, that far behind</span> <span + class="i0">Seemed to be fluttering in the wind.</span> <span + class="i0">It was not shaped in a classic mould,</span> <span + class="i0">Not like a Nymph or Goddess of old,</span> <span + class="i0">Or Naiad rising from the water,</span> <span class="i0">But + modelled from the Master's daughter!</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page216" id="page216" title="216"></a> <span class="i0">On many a + dreary and misty night</span> <span class="i0">'Twill be seen by + the rays of the signal light,</span> <span class="i0">Speeding + along through the rain and the dark,</span> <span class="i0">Like a + ghost in its snow-white sark,</span> <span class="i0">The pilot of + some phantom bark,</span> <span class="i0">Guiding the vessel in + its flight</span> <span class="i0">By a path none other knows + aright,</span> <span class="i0">Behold, at last,</span> <span + class="i0">Each tall and tapering mast</span> <span class="i0">Is + swung into its place;</span> <span class="i0">Shrouds and stays</span> + <span class="i0">Holding it firm and fast!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Long ago,</span> <span class="i0">In the + deer-haunted forests of Maine,</span> <span class="i0">When upon + mountain and plain</span> <span class="i0">Lay the snow,</span> + <span class="i0">They fell—those lordly pines!</span> <span + class="i0">Those grand, majestic pines!</span> <span class="i0">'Mid + shouts and cheers</span> <span class="i0">The jaded steers,</span> + <span class="i0">Panting beneath the goad,</span> <span class="i0">Dragged + down the weary, winding road</span> <span class="i0">Those captive + kings so straight and tall,</span> <span class="i0">To be shorn of + their streaming hair</span> <span class="i0">And, naked and bare,</span> + <span class="i0">To feel the stress and the strain</span> <span + class="i0">Of the wind and the reeling main,</span> <span class="i0">Whose + roar</span> <span class="i0">Would remind them for evermore</span> + <span class="i0">Of their native forest they should not see again.</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page217" id="page217" title="217"></a> <span + class="i0">And everywhere</span> <span class="i0">The slender, + graceful spars</span> <span class="i0">Poise aloft in the air,</span> + <span class="i0">And at the mast head,</span> <span class="i0">White, + blue, and red,</span> <span class="i0">A flag unrolls the stripes + and stars,</span> <span class="i0">Ah! when the wanderer, lonely, + friendless,</span> <span class="i0">In foreign harbours shall + behold</span> <span class="i0">That flag unrolled,</span> + <span class="i0">'Twill be as a friendly hand</span> <span + class="i0">Stretched out from his native land,</span> <span + class="i0">Filling his heart with memories sweet and endless.</span> + </p> + <h3> + THE TWO BRIDALS + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i0">All is finished! and at length</span> <span + class="i0">Has come the bridal day</span> <span class="i0">Of + beauty and of strength.</span> <span class="i0">To-day the vessel + shall be launched!</span> <span class="i0">With fleecy clouds the + sky is blanched,</span> <span class="i0">And o'er the bay,</span> + <span class="i0">Slowly, in all his splendours dight,</span> <span + class="i0">The great sun rises to behold the sight.</span> <span + class="i0">The ocean old,</span> <span class="i0">Centuries old,</span> + <span class="i0">Strong as youth, and as uncontrolled,</span> <span + class="i0">Paces restless to and fro</span> <span class="i0">Up and + down the sands of gold.</span> <span class="i0">His beating heart + is not at rest;</span> <span class="i0">And far and wide,</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page218" id="page218" title="218"></a> <span + class="i0">With ceaseless flow,</span> <span class="i0">His beard + of snow</span> <span class="i0">Heaves with the heaving of his + breast.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">He waits impatient for his bride.</span> <span + class="i0">There she stands,</span> <span class="i0">With her foot + upon the sands,</span> <span class="i0">Decked with flags and + streamers gay</span> <span class="i0">In honour of her marriage + day,</span> <span class="i0">Her snow-white signals fluttering, + blending,</span> <span class="i0">Round her like a veil descending,</span> + <span class="i0">Ready to be</span> <span class="i0">The bride of + the grey, old sea.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">On the deck another bride</span> <span class="i0">Is + standing by her lover's side.</span> <span class="i0">Shadows from + the flags and shrouds,</span> <span class="i0">Like the shadows + cast by clouds,</span> <span class="i0">Broken by many a sunny + fleck,</span> <span class="i0">Fall around them on the deck.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The prayer is said,</span> <span class="i0">The + service read,</span> <span class="i0">The joyous bridegroom bows + his head,</span> <span class="i0">And in tears the good old Master</span> + <span class="i0">Shakes the brown hand of his son,</span> <span + class="i0">Kisses his daughter's glowing cheek</span> <span + class="i0">In silence, for he cannot speak,</span> <span class="i0">And + ever faster</span> <span class="i0">Down his own the tears begin to + run.</span> <span class="i0">The worthy pastor—</span> + <span class="i0">The shepherd of that wandering flock,</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page219" id="page219" title="219"></a> <span + class="i0">That has the ocean for its wold,</span> <span class="i0">That + has the vessel for its fold,</span> <span class="i0">Leaping ever + from rock to rock—</span> <span class="i0">Spake, with + accents mild and clear,</span> <span class="i0">Words of warning, + words of cheer,</span> <span class="i0">But tedious to the + bridegroom's ear.</span> <span class="i0">He knew the chart,</span> + <span class="i0">Of the sailor's heart,</span> <span class="i0">All + its pleasures and its griefs,</span> <span class="i0">All its + shallows and rocky reefs,</span> <span class="i0">All those secret + currents that flow</span> <span class="i0">With such resistless + undertow,</span> <span class="i0">And lift and drift with terrible + force,</span> <span class="i0">The will from its moorings and its + course.</span> <span class="i0">Therefore he spake, and thus said + he:</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Like unto ships far off at sea,</span> + <span class="i0">Outward or homeward bound, are we.</span> <span + class="i0">Before, behind, and all around,</span> <span class="i0">Floats + and swings the horizon's bound,</span> <span class="i0">Seems at + its distant rim to rise</span> <span class="i0">And climb the + crystal wall of the skies,</span> <span class="i0">And then again + to turn and sink,</span> <span class="i0">As if we could slide from + its outer brink.</span> <span class="i0">Ah! it is not the sea,</span> + <span class="i0">It is not the sea that sinks and shelves,</span> + <span class="i0">But ourselves</span> <span class="i0">That rock + and rise</span> <span class="i0">With endless and uneasy motion,</span> + <span class="i0">Now touching the very skies,</span> <span + class="i0">Now sinking into the depths of ocean.</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page220" id="page220" title="220"></a> <span + class="i0">Ah! if our souls but poise and swing</span> <span + class="i0">Like the compass in its brazen ring,</span> <span + class="i0">Ever level, and ever true</span> <span class="i0">To the + toil and the task we have to do,</span> <span class="i0">We shall + sail securely, and safely reach</span> <span class="i0">The + Fortunate Isles, on whose shining beach</span> <span class="i0">The + sights we see, and the sounds we hear,</span> <span class="i0">Will + be those of joy and not of fear!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then the Master,</span> <span class="i0">With a + gesture of command,</span> <span class="i0">Waved his hand;</span> + <span class="i0">And at the word,</span> <span class="i0">Loud and + sudden there was heard,</span> <span class="i0">All around them and + below,</span> <span class="i0">The sound of hammers, blow on blow,</span> + <span class="i0">Knocking away the shores and spurs.</span> <span + class="i0">And see! she stirs!</span> <span class="i0">She starts—she + moves—she seems to feel</span> <span class="i0">The thrill of + life along her keel,</span> <span class="i0">And, spurning with her + foot the ground,</span> <span class="i0">With one exulting, joyous + bound,</span> <span class="i0">She leaps into the ocean's arms!</span> + <span class="i0">And lo! from the assembled crowd</span> <span + class="i0">There rose a shout, prolonged and loud,</span> <span + class="i0">That to the ocean seemed to say,—</span> <span + class="i0">‘Take her, O bridegroom, old and grey,</span> + <span class="i0">Take her to thy protecting arms,</span> <span + class="i0">With all her youth and all her charms!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">How beautiful she is! How fair</span> <span + class="i0">She lies within those arms, that press</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page221" id="page221" title="221"></a> <span + class="i0">Her form with many a soft caress</span> <span class="i0">Of + tenderness and watchful care!</span> <span class="i0">Sail forth + into the sea, O ship!</span> <span class="i0">Through wind and + wave, right onward steer!</span> <span class="i0">The moistened + eye, the trembling lip,</span> <span class="i0">Are not the signs + of doubt or fear.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Sail forth into the sea of life,</span> <span + class="i0">O gentle, loving, trusting wife,</span> <span class="i0">And + safe from all adversity</span> <span class="i0">Upon the bosom of + that sea</span> <span class="i0">Thy comings and thy goings be!</span> + <span class="i0">For gentleness and love and trust</span> <span + class="i0">Prevail o'er angry wave and gust;</span> <span class="i0">And + in the wreck of noble lives</span> <span class="i0">Something + immortal still survives!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Thou, too, sail on, O ship of State!</span> <span + class="i0">Sail on, O Union, strong and great!</span> <span + class="i0">Humanity with all its fears,</span> <span class="i0">With + all the hopes of future years,</span> <span class="i0">Is hanging + breathless on thy fate!</span> <span class="i0">We know what Master + laid thy keel,</span> <span class="i0">What Workmen wrought thy + ribs of steel,</span> <span class="i0">Who made each mast, and + sail, and rope,</span> <span class="i0">What anvils rang, what + hammers beat,</span> <span class="i0">In what a forge and what a + heat</span> <span class="i0">Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!</span> + <span class="i0">Fear not each sudden sound and shock,</span> <span + class="i0">'Tis of the wave and not the rock;</span> <span + class="i0">'Tis but the flapping of the sail,</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page222" id="page222" title="222"></a> <span + class="i0">And not a rent made by the gale!</span> <span class="i0">In + spite of rock and tempest's roar,</span> <span class="i0">In spite + of false lights on the shore,</span> <span class="i0">Sail on, nor + fear to breast the sea!</span> <span class="i0">Our hearts, our + hopes, are all with thee,</span> <span class="i0">Our hearts, our + hopes, our prayers, our tears,</span> <span class="i0">Our faith + triumphant o'er our fears,</span> <span class="i0">Are all with + thee,—are all with thee!</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Longfellow.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page223" id="page223" title="223"></a><small><a + href="#note_lxxxix">XC</a></small><br />THE DISCOVERER OF THE NORTH CAPE + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Othere, the old sea-captain,</span> <span + class="i1"> Who dwelt in Helgoland,</span> <span + class="i0">To King Alfred, the Lover of Truth,</span> <span + class="i0">Brought a snow-white walrus-tooth,</span> <span + class="i1"> Which he held in his brown right hand.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">His figure was tall and stately,</span> <span + class="i1"> Like a boy's his eye appeared;</span> <span + class="i0">His hair was yellow as hay,</span> <span class="i0">But + threads of a silvery grey</span> <span class="i1"> Gleamed + in his tawny beard.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Hearty and hale was Othere,</span> <span class="i1"> His + cheek had the colour of oak;</span> <span class="i0">With a kind of + laugh in his speech,</span> <span class="i0">Like the sea-tide on a + beach,</span> <span class="i1"> As unto the king he + spoke.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And Alfred, King of the Saxons,</span> <span + class="i1"> Had a book upon his knees,</span> <span + class="i0">And wrote down the wondrous tale</span> <span class="i0">Of + him who was first to sail</span> <span class="i1"> Into + the Arctic seas.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘So far I live to the northward,</span> + <span class="i1"> No man lives north of me;</span> <span + class="i0">To the east are wild mountain-chains,</span> <span + class="i0">And beyond them meres and plains;</span> <span class="i1"> To + the westward all is sea.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page224" id="page224" title="224"></a> <span + class="i0">So far I live to the northward,</span> <span class="i1"> From + the harbour of Skeringes-hale,</span> <span class="i0">If you only + sailed by day</span> <span class="i0">With a fair wind all the way,</span> + <span class="i1"> More than a month would you sail.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">I own six hundred reindeer,</span> <span class="i1"> With + sheep and swine beside;</span> <span class="i0">I have tribute from + the Finns,</span> <span class="i0">Whalebone and reindeer-skins,</span> + <span class="i1"> And ropes of walrus-hide.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">I ploughed the land with horses,</span> <span + class="i1"> But my heart was ill at ease,</span> <span + class="i0">For the old seafaring men</span> <span class="i0">Came + to me now and then,</span> <span class="i1"> With their + sagas of the seas;—</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Of Iceland and of Greenland,</span> <span + class="i1"> And the stormy Hebrides,</span> <span + class="i0">And the undiscovered deep;—</span> <span class="i0">I + could not eat nor sleep</span> <span class="i1"> For + thinking of those seas.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">To the northward stretched the desert,</span> + <span class="i1"> How far I fain would know;</span> + <span class="i0">So at last I sallied forth,</span> <span class="i0">And + three days sailed due north,</span> <span class="i1"> As + far as the whale-ships go.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">To the west of me was the ocean,</span> <span + class="i1"> To the right the desolate shore,</span> + <span class="i0">But I did not slacken sail</span> <span class="i0">For + the walrus or the whale,</span> <span class="i1"> Till + after three days more.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page225" id="page225" title="225"></a> <span + class="i0">The days grew longer and longer,</span> <span class="i1"> Till + they became as one,</span> <span class="i0">And southward through + the haze</span> <span class="i0">I saw the sullen blaze</span> + <span class="i1"> Of the red midnight sun.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And then uprose before me,</span> <span class="i1"> Upon + the water's edge,</span> <span class="i0">The huge and haggard + shape</span> <span class="i0">Of that unknown North Cape,</span> + <span class="i1"> Whose form is like a wedge.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The sea was rough and stormy,</span> <span + class="i1"> The tempest howled and wailed,</span> <span + class="i0">And the sea-fog, like a ghost,</span> <span class="i0">Haunted + that dreary coast,</span> <span class="i1"> But onward + still I sailed.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Four days I steered to eastward,</span> <span + class="i1"> Four days without a night:</span> <span + class="i0">Round in a fiery ring</span> <span class="i0">Went the + great sun, O King,</span> <span class="i1"> With red and + lurid light.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Here Alfred, King of the Saxons,</span> <span + class="i1"> Ceased writing for a while;</span> <span + class="i0">And raised his eyes from his book,</span> <span + class="i0">With a strange and puzzled look,</span> <span class="i1"> And + an incredulous smile.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But Othere, the old sea-captain,</span> <span + class="i1"> He neither paused nor stirred,</span> <span + class="i0">Till the King listened, and then</span> <span class="i0">Once + more took up his pen,</span> <span class="i1"> And wrote + down every word.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page226" id="page226" title="226"></a> <span + class="i0">‘And now the land,’ said Othere,</span> + <span class="i1"> ‘Bent southward suddenly,</span> + <span class="i0">And I followed the curving shore,</span> <span + class="i0">And ever southward bore</span> <span class="i1"> Into + a nameless sea.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And there we hunted the walrus,</span> <span + class="i1"> The narwhale, and the seal;</span> <span + class="i0">Ha! 'twas a noble game!</span> <span class="i0">And like + the lightning's flame</span> <span class="i1"> Flew our + harpoons of steel.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">There were six of us all together,</span> <span + class="i1"> Norsemen of Helgoland;</span> <span + class="i0">In two days and no more</span> <span class="i0">We + killed of them threescore,</span> <span class="i1"> And + dragged them to the strand.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Here Alfred, the Truth-Teller,</span> <span + class="i1"> Suddenly closed his book,</span> <span + class="i0">And lifted his blue eyes,</span> <span class="i0">With + doubt and strange surmise</span> <span class="i1"> Depicted + in their look.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And Othere, the old sea-captain,</span> <span + class="i1"> Stared at him wild and weird,</span> <span + class="i0">Then smiled till his shining teeth</span> <span + class="i0">Gleamed white from underneath</span> <span class="i1"> His + tawny, quivering beard.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And to the King of the Saxons,</span> <span + class="i1"> In witness of the truth,</span> <span + class="i0">Raising his noble head,</span> <span class="i0">He + stretched his brown hand, and said,</span> <span class="i1"> ‘Behold + this walrus-tooth!’</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Longfellow.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page227" id="page227" title="227"></a><small><a + href="#note_lxxxix">XCI</a></small><br />THE CUMBERLAND + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay,</span> <span + class="i1"> On board of the Cumberland, sloop of war;</span> + <span class="i0">And at times from the fortress across the bay</span> + <span class="i3"> The alarum of drums + swept past,</span> <span class="i3"> Or + a bugle blast</span> <span class="i1"> From the camp on + the shore.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then far away to the south uprose</span> <span + class="i1"> A little feather of snow-white smoke,</span> + <span class="i0">And we knew that the iron ship of our foes</span> + <span class="i3"> Was steadily + steering its course</span> <span class="i3"> To + try the force</span> <span class="i1"> Of our ribs of + oak.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Down upon us heavily runs,</span> <span class="i1"> Silent + and sullen, the floating fort;</span> <span class="i0">Then comes a + puff of smoke from her guns,</span> <span class="i3"> And + leaps the terrible death,</span> <span class="i3"> With + fiery breath,</span> <span class="i1"> From each open + port.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">We are not idle, but send her straight</span> + <span class="i1"> Defiance back in a full broadside!</span> + <span class="i0">As hail rebounds from a roof of slate,</span> + <span class="i3"> Rebounds our + heavier hail</span> <span class="i3"> From + each iron scale</span> <span class="i1"> Of the + monster's hide.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Strike your flag!’ the rebel cries,</span> + <span class="i1"> In his arrogant old plantation strain</span> + <span class="i0">‘Never!’ our gallant Morris replies;</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page228" id="page228" title="228"></a> <span + class="i3"> ‘It is better to + sink than to yield!’</span> <span class="i3"> And + the whole air pealed</span> <span class="i1"> With the + cheers of our men.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then, like a kraken huge and black,</span> <span + class="i1"> She crushed our ribs in her iron grasp!</span> + <span class="i0">Down went the Cumberland all a wreck,</span> <span + class="i3"> With a sudden shudder of + death,</span> <span class="i3"> And + the cannon's breath</span> <span class="i1"> For her + dying gasp.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Next morn, as the sun rose over the bay,</span> + <span class="i1"> Still floated our flag at the mainmast + head.</span> <span class="i0">Lord, how beautiful was thy day!</span> + <span class="i3"> Every waft of the + air</span> <span class="i3"> Was + a whisper of prayer,</span> <span class="i1"> Or a dirge + for the dead.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Ho! brave hearts that went down in the seas,</span> + <span class="i1"> Ye are at peace in the troubled stream!</span> + <span class="i0">Ho! brave land! with hearts like these,</span> + <span class="i3"> Thy flag that is + rent in twain</span> <span class="i3"> Shall + be one again,</span> <span class="i1"> And without a + seam!</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Longfellow.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_lxxxix">XCII</a></small><br />A DUTCH PICTURE + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Simon Danz has come home again,</span> <span + class="i1"> From cruising about with his buccaneers;</span> + <span class="i0">He has singed the beard of the King of Spain,</span> + <span class="i0">And carried away the Dean of Jaen</span> <span + class="i1"> And sold him in Algiers.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page229" id="page229" title="229"></a> <span + class="i0">In his house by the Maes, with its roof of tiles</span> + <span class="i1"> And weathercocks flying aloft in air,</span> + <span class="i0">There are silver tankards of antique styles,</span> + <span class="i0">Plunder of convent and castle, and piles</span> + <span class="i1"> Of carpets rich and rare.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">In his tulip-garden there by the town,</span> + <span class="i1"> Overlooking the sluggish stream,</span> + <span class="i0">With his Moorish cap and dressing-gown,</span> + <span class="i0">The old sea-captain, hale and brown,</span> <span + class="i1"> Walks in a waking dream.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">A smile in his grey mustachio lurks</span> <span + class="i1"> Whenever he thinks of the King of Spain,</span> + <span class="i0">And the listed tulips look like Turks,</span> + <span class="i0">And the silent gardener as he works</span> <span + class="i1"> Is changed to the Dean of Jaen.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The windmills on the outermost</span> <span + class="i1"> Verge of the landscape in the haze,</span> + <span class="i0">To him are towers on the Spanish coast</span> + <span class="i0">With whiskered sentinels at their post,</span> + <span class="i1"> Though this is the river Maes.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But when the winter rains begin,</span> <span + class="i1"> He sits and smokes by the blazing brands,</span> + <span class="i0">And old seafaring men come in,</span> <span + class="i0">Goat-bearded, grey, and with double chin,</span> <span + class="i1"> And rings upon their hands.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">They sit there in the shadow and shine</span> + <span class="i1"> Of the flickering fire of the winter night;</span> + <span class="i0">Figures in colour and design</span> <span + class="i0">Like those by Rembrandt of the Rhine,</span> <span + class="i1"> Half darkness and half light.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page230" id="page230" title="230"></a> <span + class="i0">And they talk of their ventures lost or won,</span> + <span class="i1"> And their talk is ever and ever the same,</span> + <span class="i0">While they drink the red wine of Tarragon,</span> + <span class="i0">From the cellars of some Spanish Don</span> <span + class="i1"> Or convent set on flame.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Restless at times, with heavy strides</span> <span + class="i1"> He paces his parlour to and fro;</span> + <span class="i0">He is like a ship that at anchor rides,</span> + <span class="i0">And swings with the rising and falling tides,</span> + <span class="i1"> And tugs at her anchor-tow.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Voices mysterious far and near,</span> <span + class="i1"> Sound of the wind and sound of the sea,</span> + <span class="i0">Are calling and whispering in his ear,</span> + <span class="i0">‘Simon Danz! Why stayest thou here?</span> + <span class="i1"> Come forth and follow me!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">So he thinks he shall take to the sea again</span> + <span class="i1"> For one more cruise with his buccaneers,</span> + <span class="i0">To singe the beard of the King of Spain,</span> + <span class="i0">And capture another Dean of Jaen</span> <span + class="i1"> And sell him in Algiers.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Longfellow.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small>XCIII</small>BARBARA FRIETCHIE + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Up from the meadows rich with corn,</span> <span + class="i0">Clear in the cool September morn,</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The clustered spires of Frederick stand</span> + <span class="i0">Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page231" id="page231" title="231"></a> <span + class="i0">Round about them orchards sweep,</span> <span class="i0">Apple + and peach tree fruited deep,</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Fair as a garden of the Lord</span> <span + class="i0">To the eyes of the famished rebel horde</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">On that pleasant morn of the early fall</span> + <span class="i0">When Lee marched over the mountain wall,</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Over the mountains winding down,</span> <span + class="i0">Horse and foot into Frederick town.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Forty flags with their silver stars,</span> <span + class="i0">Forty flags with their crimson bars,</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Flapped in the morning wind: the sun</span> <span + class="i0">Of noon looked down, and saw not one.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then,</span> <span + class="i0">Bowed with her fourscore years and ten;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Bravest of all in Frederick town,</span> <span + class="i0">She took up the flag the men hauled down;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">In her attic window the staff she set,</span> + <span class="i0">To show that one heart was loyal yet.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Up the street came the rebel tread,</span> <span + class="i0">Stonewall Jackson riding ahead.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Under his slouched hat left and right</span> <span + class="i0">He glanced; the old flag met his sight.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Halt!’—the dust-brown ranks stood + fast.</span> <span class="i0">‘Fire!’—out blazed + the rifle-blast.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">It shivered the window, pane and sash;</span> + <span class="i0">It rent the banner with seam and gash.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page232" id="page232" title="232"></a> <span + class="i0">Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff</span> <span + class="i0">Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">She leaned far out on the window-sill,</span> + <span class="i0">And shook it forth with a royal will.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Shoot, if you must, this old grey head,</span> + <span class="i0">But spare your country's flag,’ she said.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">A shade of sadness, a blush of shame,</span> <span + class="i0">Over the face of the leader came;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The nobler nature within him stirred</span> <span + class="i0">To life at that woman's deed and word:</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Who touches a hair of yon grey head</span> + <span class="i0">Dies like a dog! March on!’ he said.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">All day long through Frederick street</span> <span + class="i0">Sounded the tread of marching feet:</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">All day long that free flag tost</span> <span + class="i0">Over the heads of the rebel host.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Ever its torn folds rose and fell</span> <span + class="i0">On the loyal winds that loved it well;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And through the hill-gaps sunset light</span> + <span class="i0">Shone over it with a warm good-night.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Whittier.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xciv">XCIV</a></small><br />A BALLAD OF THE FLEET + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay,</span> + <span class="i0">And a pinnace, like a fluttered bird, came flying from + far away:</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page233" id="page233" + title="233"></a> <span class="i0">‘Spanish ships of war at sea! we + have sighted fifty-three!’</span> <span class="i0">Then sware + Lord Thomas Howard: ‘'Fore God I am no coward;</span> <span + class="i0">But I cannot meet them here, for my ships are out of gear,</span> + <span class="i0">And the half my men are sick. I must fly, but follow + quick.</span> <span class="i0">We are six ships of the line; can we + fight with fifty-three?’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then spake Sir Richard Grenville: ‘I know you are + no coward;</span> <span class="i0">You fly them for a moment to + fight with them again.</span> <span class="i0">But I've ninety men + and more that are lying sick ashore.</span> <span class="i0">I + should count myself the coward if I left them, my Lord Howard,</span> + <span class="i0">To these Inquisition dogs and the devildoms of Spain.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">So Lord Howard passed away with five ships of war that + day,</span> <span class="i0">Till he melted like a cloud in the + silent summer heaven;</span> <span class="i0">But Sir Richard bore + in hand all the sick men from the land</span> <span class="i0">Very + carefully and slow,</span> <span class="i0">Men of Bideford in + Devon,</span> <span class="i0">And we laid them on the ballast down + below;</span> <span class="i0">For we brought them all aboard,</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page234" id="page234" title="234"></a> <span + class="i0">And they blest him in their pain, that they were not left to + Spain,</span> <span class="i0">To the thumbscrew and the stake, for + the glory of the Lord.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">He had only a hundred seamen to work the ship and to + fight,</span> <span class="i0">And he sailed away from Flores till + the Spaniard came in sight,</span> <span class="i0">With his huge + sea-castles heaving upon the weather bow.</span> <span class="i0">‘Shall + we fight or shall we fly?</span> <span class="i0">Good Sir Richard, + tell us now,</span> <span class="i0">For to fight is but to die!</span> + <span class="i0">There'll be little of us left by the time this sun be + set.’</span> <span class="i0">And Sir Richard said again: + ‘We be all good English men.</span> <span class="i0">Let us + bang those dogs of Seville, the children of the devil,</span> <span + class="i0">For I never turned my back upon Don or devil yet.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Sir Richard spoke and he laughed, and we roared a + hurrah, and so</span> <span class="i0">The little Revenge ran on + sheer into the heart of the foe,</span> <span class="i0">With her + hundred fighters on deck, and her ninety sick below;</span> <span + class="i0">For half their fleet to the right and half to the left were + seen,</span> <span class="i0">And the little Revenge ran on through + the long sea-lane between.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page235" id="page235" title="235"></a> <span + class="i0">Thousands of their soldiers looked down from their decks and + laughed,</span> <span class="i0">Thousands of their seamen made + mock at the mad little craft</span> <span class="i0">Running on and + on, till delayed</span> <span class="i0">By their mountain-like San + Philip that, of fifteen hundred tons,</span> <span class="i0">And + up-shadowing high above us with her yawning tiers of guns,</span> + <span class="i0">Took the breath from our sails, and we stayed.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And while now the great San Philip hung above us like a + cloud</span> <span class="i0">Whence the thunderbolt will fall</span> + <span class="i0">Long and loud,</span> <span class="i0">Four + galleons drew away</span> <span class="i0">From the Spanish fleet + that day,</span> <span class="i0">And two upon the larboard and two + upon the starboard lay,</span> <span class="i0">And the battle + thunder broke from them all.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But anon the great San Philip, she bethought herself + and went,</span> <span class="i0">Having that within her womb that + had left her ill content;</span> <span class="i0">And the rest they + came aboard us, and they fought us hand to hand,</span> <span + class="i0">For a dozen times they came with their pikes and musqueteers,</span> + <span class="i0">And a dozen times we shook 'em off as a dog that shakes + his ears</span> <span class="i0">When he leaps from the water to + the land.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page236" id="page236" title="236"></a> <span + class="i0">And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the + summer sea,</span> <span class="i0">But never a moment ceased the + fight of the one and the fifty-three.</span> <span class="i0">Ship + after ship, the whole night long, their high-built galleons came,</span> + <span class="i0">Ship after ship, the whole night long, with her + battle-thunder and flame;</span> <span class="i0">Ship after ship, + the whole night long, drew back with her dead and her shame.</span> + <span class="i0">For some were sunk and many were shattered, and so + could fight us no more—</span> <span class="i0">God of + battles, was ever a battle like this in the world before?</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">For he said, ‘Fight on! fight on!’</span> + <span class="i0">Though his vessel was all but a wreck;</span> + <span class="i0">And it chanced that, when half of the short summer + night was gone,</span> <span class="i0">With a grisly wound to be + drest he had left the deck,</span> <span class="i0">But a bullet + struck him that was dressing it suddenly dead,</span> <span + class="i0">And himself he was wounded again in the side and the head,</span> + <span class="i0">And he said, ‘Fight on! fight on!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And the night went down and the sun smiled out far over + the summer sea,</span> <span class="i0">And the Spanish fleet with + broken sides lay round us all in a ring;</span> <span class="i0">But + they dared not touch us again, for they feared that we still could + sting,</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page237" id="page237" + title="237"></a> <span class="i0">So they watched what the end would be.</span> + <span class="i0">And we had not fought them in vain,</span> <span + class="i0">But in perilous plight were we,</span> <span class="i0">Seeing + forty of our poor hundred were slain,</span> <span class="i0">And + half of the rest of us maimed for life</span> <span class="i0">In + the crash of the cannonades and the desperate strife;</span> <span + class="i0">And the sick men down in the hold were most of them stark and + cold,</span> <span class="i0">And the pikes were all broken or + bent, and the powder was all of it spent;</span> <span class="i0">And + the masts and the rigging were lying over the side;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But Sir Richard cried in his English pride:</span> + <span class="i0">‘We have fought such a fight for a day and a + night</span> <span class="i0">As may never be fought again!</span> + <span title="Original reads 'We have one great glory'" class="i0">We + have won great glory, my men!</span> <span class="i0">And a day + less or more</span> <span class="i0">At sea or ashore,</span> + <span class="i0">We die—does it matter when?</span> <span + class="i0">Sink me the ship, Master Gunner—sink her, split her in + twain!</span> <span class="i0">Fall into the hands of God, not into + the hands of Spain!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And the gunner said, ‘Ay, ay,’ but the + seamen made reply:</span> <span class="i0">‘We have children, + we have wives,</span> <span class="i0">And the Lord hath spared our + lives.</span> <span class="i0">We will make the Spaniard promise, + if we yield, to let us go;</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page238" id="page238" title="238"></a> <span class="i0">We shall + live to fight again and to strike another blow.’</span> <span + class="i0">And the lion there lay dying, and they yielded to the foe.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And the stately Spanish men to their flagship bore him + then,</span> <span class="i0">Where they laid him by the mast, old + Sir Richard caught at last,</span> <span class="i0">And they + praised him to his face with their courtly foreign grace;</span> + <span class="i0">But he rose upon their decks, and he cried:</span> + <span class="i0">‘I have fought for Queen and Faith like a valiant + man and true;</span> <span class="i0">I have only done my duty as a + man is bound to do:</span> <span class="i0">With a joyful spirit I + Sir Richard Grenville die!’</span> <span class="i0">And he + fell upon their decks and he died.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And they stared at the dead that had been so valiant + and true,</span> <span class="i0">And had holden the power and + glory of Spain so cheap</span> <span class="i0">That he dared her + with one little ship and his English few;</span> <span class="i0">Was + he devil or man? He was devil for aught they knew,</span> <span + class="i0">But they sank his body with honour down into the deep,</span> + <span class="i0">And they manned the Revenge with a swarthier alien + crew,</span> <span class="i0">And away she sailed with her loss and + longed for her own;</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page239" + id="page239" title="239"></a> <span class="i0">When a wind from the + lands they had ruined awoke from sleep,</span> <span class="i0">And + the water began to heave and the weather to moan,</span> <span + class="i0">And or ever that evening ended a great gale blew,</span> + <span class="i0">And a wave like the wave that is raised by an + earthquake grew,</span> <span class="i0">Till it smote on their + hulls and their sails and their masts and their flags,</span> <span + class="i0">And the whole sea plunged and fell on the shot-shattered navy + of Spain,</span> <span class="i0">And the little Revenge herself + went down by the island crags</span> <span class="i0">To be lost + evermore in the main.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Tennyson.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xcv">XCV</a></small><br />THE HEAVY BRIGADE + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">The charge of the gallant three hundred, the Heavy + Brigade!</span> <span class="i0">Down the hill, down the hill, + thousands of Russians,</span> <span class="i0">Thousands of + horsemen, drew to the valley—and stayed;</span> <span + class="i0">For Scarlett and Scarlett's three hundred were riding by</span> + <span class="i0">When the points of the Russian lances arose in the sky;</span> + <span class="i0">And he called, ‘Left wheel into line!’ and + they wheeled and obeyed.</span> <span class="i0">Then he looked at + the host that had halted he knew not why,</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page240" id="page240" title="240"></a> <span + class="i0">And he turned half round, and he bad his trumpeter sound</span> + <span class="i0">To the charge, and he rode on ahead, as he waved his + blade</span> <span class="i0">To the gallant three hundred whose + glory will never die—</span> <span class="i0">‘Follow,’ + and up the hill, up the hill, up the hill,</span> <span class="i0">Followed + the Heavy Brigade.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The trumpet, the gallop, the charge, and the might of + the fight!</span> <span class="i0">Thousands of horsemen had + gathered there on the height,</span> <span class="i0">With a wing + pushed out to the left and a wing to the right,</span> <span + class="i0">And who shall escape if they close? but he dashed up alone</span> + <span class="i0">Through the great grey slope of men,</span> <span + class="i0">Swayed his sabre, and held his own</span> <span + class="i0">Like an Englishman there and then;</span> <span + class="i0">All in a moment followed with force</span> <span + class="i0">Three that were next in their fiery course,</span> <span + class="i0">Wedged themselves in between horse and horse,</span> + <span class="i0">Fought for their lives in the narrow gap they had made—</span> + <span class="i0">Four amid thousands! and up the hill, up the hill,</span> + <span class="i0">Gallopt the gallant three hundred, the Heavy Brigade.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Fell like a cannon-shot,</span> <span class="i0">Burst + like a thunderbolt,</span> <span class="i0">Crashed like a + hurricane,</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page241" id="page241" + title="241"></a> <span class="i0">Broke through the mass from below,</span> + <span class="i0">Drove through the midst of the foe,</span> <span + class="i0">Plunged up and down, to and fro,</span> <span class="i0">Rode + flashing blow upon blow,</span> <span class="i0">Brave Inniskillens + and Greys</span> <span class="i0">Whirling their sabres in circles + of light!</span> <span class="i0">And some of us, all in amaze,</span> + <span class="i0">Who were held for a while from the fight,</span> + <span class="i0">And were only standing at gaze,</span> <span + class="i0">When the dark-muffled Russian crowd</span> <span + class="i0">Folded its wings from the left and the right,</span> + <span class="i0">And rolled them around like a cloud,—</span> + <span class="i0">O mad for the charge and the battle were we,</span> + <span class="i0">When our own good redcoats sank from sight,</span> + <span class="i0">Like drops of blood in a dark grey sea,</span> + <span class="i0">And we turned to each other, whispering, all dismayed,</span> + <span class="i0">‘Lost are the gallant three hundred of Scarlett's + Brigade!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Lost one and all’ were the words</span> + <span class="i0">Muttered in our dismay;</span> <span class="i0">But + they rode like Victors and Lords</span> <span class="i0">Through + the forest of lances and swords</span> <span class="i0">In the + heart of the Russian hordes,</span> <span class="i0">They rode, or + they stood at bay—</span> <span class="i0">Struck with the + sword-hand and slew,</span> <span class="i0">Down with the + bridle-hand drew</span> <span class="i0">The foe from the saddle + and threw</span> <span class="i0">Underfoot there in the fray—</span> + <span class="i0">Ranged like a storm or stood like a rock</span> + <span class="i0">In the wave of a stormy day;</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page242" id="page242" title="242"></a> <span + class="i0">Till suddenly shock upon shock</span> <span class="i0">Staggered + the mass from without,</span> <span class="i0">Drove it in wild + disarray,</span> <span class="i0">For our men gallopt up with a + cheer and a shout,</span> <span class="i0">And the foemen surged, + and wavered and reeled</span> <span class="i0">Up the hill, up the + hill, up the hill, out of the field,</span> <span class="i0">And + over the brow and away.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Glory to each and to all, and the charge that they + made!</span> <span class="i0">Glory to all the three hundred, and + all the Brigade!</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Tennyson.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xcvi">XCVI</a></small><br />THE PRIVATE OF THE + BUFFS + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Last night, among his fellow roughs,</span> <span + class="i1"> He jested, quaffed, and swore;</span> <span + class="i0">A drunken private of the Buffs,</span> <span class="i1"> Who + never looked before.</span> <span class="i0">To-day, beneath the + foeman's frown,</span> <span class="i1"> He stands in + Elgin's place,</span> <span class="i0">Ambassador from Britain's + crown</span> <span class="i1"> And type of all her race.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Poor, reckless, rude, low-born, untaught</span> + <span class="i1"> Bewildered, and alone,</span> <span + class="i0">A heart, with English instinct fraught,</span> <span + class="i1"> He yet can call his own.</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page243" id="page243" title="243"></a> <span + class="i0">Ay, tear his body limb from limb,</span> <span class="i1"> Bring + cord, or axe, or flame:</span> <span class="i0">He only knows, that + not through <i>him</i></span> <span class="i1"> Shall + England come to shame.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Far Kentish hop-fields round him seemed,</span> + <span class="i1"> Like dreams, to come and go;</span> + <span class="i0">Bright leagues of cherry-blossom gleamed,</span> + <span class="i1"> One sheet of living snow;</span> <span + class="i0">The smoke, above his father's door,</span> <span + class="i1"> In grey soft eddyings hung:</span> <span + class="i0">Must he then watch it rise no more,</span> <span + class="i1"> Doomed by himself, so young?</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Yes, honour calls!—with strength like steel</span> + <span class="i1"> He put the vision by.</span> <span + class="i0">Let dusky Indians whine and kneel;</span> <span + class="i1"> An English lad must die.</span> <span + class="i0">And thus, with eyes that would not shrink,</span> <span + class="i1"> With knee to man unbent,</span> <span + class="i0">Unfaltering on its dreadful brink,</span> <span + class="i1"> To his red grave he went.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Vain, mightiest fleets of iron frames;</span> + <span class="i1"> Vain, those all-shattering guns;</span> + <span class="i0">Unless proud England keep, untamed,</span> <span + class="i1"> The strong heart of her sons.</span> <span + class="i0">So, let his name through Europe ring—</span> <span + class="i1"> A man of mean estate,</span> <span class="i0">Who + died, as firm as Sparta's king,</span> <span class="i1"> Because + his soul was great.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Doyle.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page244" id="page244" title="244"></a><small><a + href="#note_xcvi">XCVII</a></small><br />THE RED THREAD OF HONOUR + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i3"> Eleven men of + England</span> <span class="i4"> A + breastwork charged in vain;</span> <span class="i3"> Eleven + men of England</span> <span class="i4"> Lie + stripped, and gashed, and slain.</span> <span class="i3"> Slain; + but of foes that guarded</span> <span class="i4"> Their + rock-built fortress well,</span> <span class="i3"> Some + twenty had been mastered,</span> <span class="i4"> When + the last soldier fell.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Whilst Napier piloted his wondrous way</span> + <span class="i1"> Across the sand-waves of the desert sea,</span> + <span class="i0">Then flashed at once, on each fierce clan, dismay,</span> + <span class="i2"> Lord of their wild Truckee.</span> + <span class="i0">These missed the glen to which their steps were bent,</span> + <span class="i1"> Mistook a mandate, from afar half heard,</span> + <span class="i0">And, in that glorious error, calmly went</span> + <span class="i2"> To death without a word.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i3"> The robber-chief + mused deeply</span> <span class="i4"> Above + those daring dead;</span> <span class="i3"> ‘Bring + here,’ at length he shouted,</span> <span class="i4"> ‘Bring + quick, the battle thread.</span> <span class="i3"> Let + Eblis blast for ever</span> <span class="i4"> Their + souls, if Allah will:</span> <span class="i3"> But + we must keep unbroken</span> <span class="i4"> The + old rules of the Hill.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i3"> Before the Ghiznee + tiger</span> <span class="i4"> Leapt + forth to burn and slay;</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page245" + id="page245" title="245"></a> <span class="i3"> Before + the holy Prophet</span> <span class="i4"> Taught + our grim tribes to pray;</span> <span class="i3"> Before + Secunder's lances</span> <span class="i4"> Pierced + through each Indian glen;</span> <span class="i3"> The + mountain laws of honour</span> <span class="i4"> Were + framed for fearless men.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i3"> Still, when a chief + dies bravely,</span> <span class="i4"> We + bind with green <i>one</i> wrist—</span> <span class="i3"> Green + for the brave, for heroes</span> <span class="i4"> <strong>One</strong> + crimson thread we twist.</span> <span class="i3"> Say + ye, Oh gallant Hillmen,</span> <span class="i4"> For + these, whose life has fled,</span> <span class="i3"> Which + is the fitting colour,</span> <span class="i4"> The + green one or the red?’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Our brethren, laid in honoured graves, may wear</span> + <span class="i1"> Their green reward,’ each noble + savage said;</span> <span class="i0">‘To these, whom hawks + and hungry wolves shall tear,</span> <span class="i2"> Who + dares deny the red?’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Thus conquering hate, and steadfast to the right,</span> + <span class="i1"> Fresh from the heart that haughty verdict + came;</span> <span class="i0">Beneath a waning moon, each spectral + height</span> <span class="i2"> Rolled back + its loud acclaim.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i3"> Once more the chief + gazed keenly</span> <span class="i4"> Down + on those daring dead;</span> <span class="i3"> From + his good sword their heart's blood</span> <span class="i4"> Crept + to that crimson thread.</span> <span class="i3"> Once + more he cried, ‘The judgment,</span> <span class="i4"> Good + friends, is wise and true,</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page246" id="page246" title="246"></a> <span class="i3"> But + though the red <i>be</i> given,</span> <span class="i4"> Have + we not more to do?</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i3"> These were not + stirred by anger,</span> <span class="i4"> Nor + yet by lust made bold;</span> <span class="i3"> Renown + they thought above them,</span> <span class="i4"> Nor + did they look for gold.</span> <span class="i3"> To + them their leader's signal</span> <span class="i4"> Was + as the voice of God:</span> <span class="i3"> Unmoved, + and uncomplaining,</span> <span class="i4"> The + path it showed they trod.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i3"> As, without sound + or struggle,</span> <span class="i4"> The + stars unhurrying march,</span> <span class="i3"> Where + Allah's finger guides them,</span> <span class="i4"> Through + yonder purple arch,</span> <span class="i3"> These + Franks, sublimely silent,</span> <span class="i4"> Without + a quickened breath,</span> <span class="i3"> Went + in the strength of duty</span> <span class="i4"> Straight + to their goal of death.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i3"> ‘If I were + now to ask you</span> <span class="i4"> To + name our bravest man,</span> <span class="i3"> Ye + all at once would answer,</span> <span class="i4"> They + called him Mehrab Khan.</span> <span class="i3"> He + sleeps among his fathers,</span> <span class="i4"> Dear + to our native land,</span> <span class="i3"> With + the bright mark he bled for</span> <span class="i4"> Firm + round his faithful hand.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i3"> ‘The songs + they sing of Rustum</span> <span class="i4"> Fill + all the past with light;</span> <span class="i3"> If + truth be in their music,</span> <span class="i4"> He + was a noble knight.</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page247" + id="page247" title="247"></a> <span class="i3"> But + were those heroes living</span> <span class="i4"> And + strong for battle still,</span> <span + title="Original reads 'Mehrad'" class="i3"> Would + Mehrab Khan or Rustum</span> <span class="i4"> Have + climbed, like these, the hill?’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And they replied, ‘Though Mehrab Khan was brave,</span> + <span class="i2"> As chief, he chose himself what + risks to run;</span> <span class="i0">Prince Rustum lied, his + forfeit life to save,</span> <span class="i3"> Which + these had never done.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i3"> ‘Enough!’ + he shouted fiercely;</span> <span + title="Opening quote missing in original" class="i4"> ‘Doomed + though they be to hell,</span> <span class="i3"> Bind + fast the crimson trophy</span> <span class="i4"> Round + <strong>both</strong> wrists—bind it well.</span> <span + class="i3"> Who knows but that great + Allah</span> <span class="i4"> May + grudge such matchless men,</span> <span class="i3"> With + none so decked in heaven,</span> <span class="i4"> To + the fiends' flaming den?’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i3"> Then all those + gallant robbers</span> <span class="i4"> Shouted + a stern ‘Amen!’</span> <span class="i3"> They + raised the slaughtered sergeant,</span> <span class="i4"> They + raised his mangled ten.</span> <span class="i3"> And + when we found their bodies</span> <span class="i4"> Left + bleaching in the wind,</span> <span class="i3"> Around + <strong>both</strong> wrists in glory</span> <span class="i4"> That + crimson thread was twined.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then Napier's knightly heart, touched to the core,</span> + <span class="i2"> Rung, like an echo, to that + knightly deed,</span> <span class="i0">He bade its memory live for + evermore,</span> <span class="i3"> That + those who run may read.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Doyle.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page248" id="page248" title="248"></a><small><a + href="#note_xcviii">XCVIII</a></small><br />HOME THOUGHTS FROM THE SEA + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Nobly, nobly Cape St. Vincent to the North-west died + away;</span> <span class="i0">Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, + reeking into Cadiz Bay;</span> <span class="i0">Bluish 'mid the + burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay;</span> <span class="i0">In + the dimmest North-east distance dawned Gibraltar grand and grey;</span> + <span class="i0">‘Here and here did England help me: how can I + help England?’—say,</span> <span class="i0">Whoso turns + as I, this evening, turn to God to praise and pray,</span> <span + class="i0">While Jove's planet rises yonder, silent over Africa.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Browning.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_xcviii">XCIX</a></small><br />HERVÉ RIEL + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">On the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred + ninety-two,</span> <span class="i1"> Did the English + fight the French,—woe to France!</span> <span class="i0">And, + the thirty-first of May, helter-skelter thro' the blue,</span> + <span class="i0">Like a crowd of frightened porpoises a shoal of sharks + pursue,</span> <span class="i1"> Came crowding ship on + ship to St. Malo on the Rance,</span> <span class="i0">With the + English fleet in view.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page249" id="page249" title="249"></a> <span + class="i0">'Twas the squadron that escaped, with the victor in full + chase;</span> <span class="i1"> First and foremost of + the drove, in his great ship, Damfreville;</span> <span class="i2"> Close + on him fled, great and small,</span> <span class="i2"> Twenty-two + good ships in all;</span> <span class="i0">And they signalled to + the place</span> <span class="i0">‘Help the winners of a + race!</span> <span class="i1"> Get us guidance, give us + harbour, take us quick—or, quicker still,</span> <span + class="i1"> Here's the English can and will!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then the pilots of the place put out brisk and leapt on + board;</span> <span class="i1"> ‘Why, what hope or + chance have ships like these to pass?’ laughed they:</span> + <span class="i0">‘Rocks to starboard, rocks to port, all the + passage scarred and scored,</span> <span class="i0">Shall the <i>Formidable</i> + here with her twelve and eighty guns</span> <span class="i1"> Think + to make the river-mouth by the single narrow way,</span> <span + class="i0">Trust to enter where 'tis ticklish for a craft of twenty + tons,</span> <span class="i2"> And with flow + at full beside?</span> <span class="i2"> Now, + 'tis slackest ebb of tide.</span> <span class="i1"> Reach + the mooring? Rather say,</span> <span class="i0">While rock stands + or water runs,</span> <span class="i0">Not a ship will leave the + bay!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then was called a council straight.</span> <span + class="i0">Brief and bitter the debate:</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page250" id="page250" title="250"></a> <span class="i0">‘Here's + the English at our heels; would you have them take in tow</span> + <span class="i0">All that's left us of the fleet, linked together stern + and bow,</span> <span class="i0">For a prize to Plymouth Sound?</span> + <span class="i0">Better run the ships aground!’</span> <span + class="i1"> (Ended Damfreville his speech).</span> <span + class="i0">Not a minute more to wait!</span> <span class="i1"> ‘Let + the Captains all and each</span> <span class="i1"> Shove + ashore, then blow up, burn the vessels on the beach!</span> <span + class="i0">France must undergo her fate.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Give the word!’ But no such word</span> + <span class="i0">Was ever spoke or heard;</span> <span class="i1"> For + up stood, for out stepped, for in struck amid all these</span> + <span class="i0">—A Captain? A Lieutenant? A Mate—first, + second, third?</span> <span class="i1"> No such man of + mark, and meet</span> <span class="i1"> With his betters + to compete!</span> <span class="i1"> But a simple Breton + sailor pressed by Tourville for the fleet,</span> <span class="i0">A + poor coasting-pilot he, Hervé Riel the Croisickese.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And, ‘What mockery or malice have we here?’ + cries Hervé Riel:</span> <span class="i1"> ‘Are + you mad, you Malouins? Are you cowards, fools, or rogues?</span> + <span class="i0">Talk to me of rocks and shoals, me who took the + soundings, tell</span> <span class="i0">On my fingers every bank, + every shallow, every swell</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page251" id="page251" title="251"></a> <span class="i1"> 'Twixt + the offing here and Grève where the river disembogues?</span> + <span class="i0">Are you bought by English gold? Is it love the lying's + for?</span> <span class="i2"> Morn and eve, + night and day,</span> <span class="i2"> Have + I piloted your bay,</span> <span class="i0">Entered free and + anchored fast at the foot of Solidor.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i1"> Burn the fleet and ruin France? That were + worse than fifty Hogues!</span> <span class="i2"> Sirs, + they know I speak the truth! Sirs, believe me there's a way!</span> + <span class="i0">Only let me lead the line,</span> <span class="i1"> Have + the biggest ship to steer,</span> <span class="i1"> Get + this <i>Formidable</i> clear,</span> <span class="i0">Make the + others follow mine,</span> <span class="i0">And I lead them, most + and least, by a passage I know well,</span> <span class="i1"> Right + to Solidor past Grève,</span> <span class="i2"> And + there lay them safe and sound;</span> <span class="i1"> And + if one ship misbehave,</span> <span class="i2"> —Keel + so much as grate the ground,</span> <span class="i0">Why, I've + nothing but my life,—here's my head!’ cries Hervé + Riel.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Not a minute more to wait.</span> <span class="i0">‘Steer + us in, then, small and great!</span> <span + title="Closing quote missing in original" class="i1"> Take + the helm, lead the line, save the squadron!’ cried his chief.</span> + <span class="i0">‘Captains, give the sailor place!</span> + <span title="Closing quote missing in original" class="i1"> He + is Admiral, in brief.’</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page252" id="page252" title="252"></a> <span class="i0">Still the + north-wind, by God's grace!</span> <span class="i0">See the noble + fellow's face,</span> <span class="i0">As the big ship with a + bound,</span> <span class="i0">Clears the entry like a hound,</span> + <span class="i0">Keeps the passage as its inch of way were the wide seas + profound!</span> <span class="i1"> See, safe thro' shoal + and rock,</span> <span class="i1"> How they follow in a + flock,</span> <span class="i0">Not a ship that misbehaves, not a + keel that grates the ground,</span> <span class="i1"> Not + a spar that comes to grief!</span> <span class="i0">The peril, see, + is past,</span> <span class="i0">All are harboured to the last,</span> + <span class="i0">And just as Hervé Riel hollas ‘Anchor!’—sure + as fate</span> <span class="i0">Up the English come, too late!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">So, the storm subsides to calm:</span> <span + class="i1"> They see the green trees wave</span> <span + class="i1"> On the o'erlooking Grève.</span> + <span class="i0">Hearts that bled are stanched with balm.</span> + <span class="i0">‘Just our rapture to enhance,</span> <span + class="i1"> Let the English take the bay,</span> <span + class="i0">Gnash their teeth and glare askance,</span> <span + class="i1"> As they cannonade away!</span> <span + class="i0">'Neath rampired Solidor pleasant riding on the Rance!’</span> + <span class="i0">How hope succeeds despair on each Captain's + countenance!</span> <span class="i0">Out burst all with one accord,</span> + <span class="i1"> ‘This is Paradise for Hell!</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page253" id="page253" title="253"></a> <span + class="i2"> Let France, let France's King</span> + <span class="i2"> Thank the man that did the + thing!’</span> <span class="i0">What a shout, and all one + word,</span> <span class="i1"> ‘Hervé Riel!’</span> + <span class="i0">As he stepped in front once more,</span> <span + class="i1"> Not a symptom of surprise</span> <span + class="i1"> In the frank blue Breton eyes,</span> <span + class="i0">Just the same man as before.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then said Damfreville, ‘My friend,</span> + <span class="i0">I must speak out at the end,</span> <span + class="i1"> Though I find the speaking hard.</span> + <span class="i0">Praise is deeper than the lips:</span> <span + class="i0">You have saved the King his ships,</span> <span + class="i1"> You must name your own reward.</span> <span + class="i0">'Faith our sun was near eclipse!</span> <span class="i0">Demand + whate'er you will,</span> <span class="i0">France remains your + debtor still.</span> <span class="i0">Ask to heart's content and + have! or my name's not Damfreville.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then a beam of fun outbroke</span> <span class="i0">On + the bearded mouth that spoke,</span> <span class="i0">As the honest + heart laughed through</span> <span class="i0">Those frank eyes of + Breton blue:</span> <span class="i0">‘Since I needs must say + my say,</span> <span class="i1"> Since on board the + duty's done,</span> <span class="i1"> And from Malo + Roads to Croisic Point, what is it but a run?—</span> <span + class="i0">Since 'tis ask and have, I may—</span> <span + class="i1"> Since the others go ashore—</span> + <span class="i0">Come! A good whole holiday!</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page254" id="page254" title="254"></a> <span + class="i1"> Leave to go and see my wife, whom I call the + Belle Aurore!’</span> <span class="i0">That he asked and that + he got,—nothing more.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Name and deed alike are lost:</span> <span + class="i0">Not a pillar nor a post</span> <span class="i1"> In + his Croisic keeps alive the feat as it befell;</span> <span + class="i0">Not a head in white and black</span> <span class="i0">On + a single fishing smack,</span> <span class="i0">In memory of the + man but for whom had gone to wrack</span> <span class="i1"> All + that France saved from the fight whence England bore the bell.</span> + <span class="i0">Go to Paris: rank on rank</span> <span class="i1"> Search + the heroes flung pell-mell</span> <span class="i0">On the Louvre, + face and flank!</span> <span class="i1"> You shall look + long enough ere you come to Hervé Riel.</span> <span + class="i0">So, for better and for worse,</span> <span class="i0">Hervé + Riel, accept my verse!</span> <span class="i0">In my verse, Hervé + Riel, do thou once more</span> <span class="i0">Save the squadron, + honour France, love thy wife, the Belle Aurore!</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Browning.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_c">C</a></small><br />THE DYING FIREMAN + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">I am the mashed fireman with breast-bone broken,</span> + <span class="i0">Tumbling walls buried me in their débris,</span> + <span class="i0">Heat and smoke I inspired, I heard the yelling shouts + of my comrades,</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page255" + id="page255" title="255"></a> <span class="i0">I heard the distant click + of their picks and shovels,</span> <span class="i0">They have + cleared the beams away, they tenderly lift me forth.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">I lie in the night air in my red shirt, the pervading + hush is for my sake,</span> <span class="i0">Painless after all I + lie, exhausted but not so unhappy,</span> <span class="i0">White + and beautiful are the faces around me, the heads are bared of their + fire-caps,</span> <span class="i0">The kneeling crowd fades with + the light of the torches.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Whitman.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_c">CI</a></small><br />A SEA-FIGHT + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Would you hear of an old-time sea-fight?</span> + <span class="i0">Would you learn who won by the light of the moon and + stars?</span> <span class="i0">List to the yarn, as my + grandmother's father the sailor told it to me.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Our foe was no skulk in his ship, I tell you + (said he),</span> <span class="i0">His was the surly English pluck, + and there is no tougher or truer, and never was, and never will be;</span> + <span class="i0">Along the lowered eve he came horribly raking us.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">We closed with him, the yards entangled, the cannon + touched,</span> <span class="i0">My captain lashed fast with his + own hands.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">We had received some eighteen-pound shots under the + water,</span> <span class="i0">On our lower-gun-deck two large + pieces had burst at the first fire, killing all around and blowing up + overhead.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page256" id="page256" title="256"></a> <span + class="i0">Fighting at sun-down, fighting at dark,</span> <span + class="i0">Ten o'clock at night, the full moon well up, our leaks on the + gain, and five feet of water reported,</span> <span class="i0">The + master-at-arms loosing the prisoners confined in the after-hold to give + them a chance for themselves.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The transit to and from the magazine is now stopt by + the sentinels,</span> <span class="i0">They see so many strange + faces they do not know whom to trust.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Our frigate takes fire,</span> <span class="i0">The + other asks if we demand quarter?</span> <span class="i0">If our + colours are struck and the fighting done?</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little + captain,</span> <span class="i0">“We have not struck,” + he composedly cries, “we have just begun our part of the fighting.”</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Only three guns are in use,</span> <span class="i0">One + is directed by the captain himself against the enemy's main-mast,</span> + <span class="i0">Two well served with grape and canister silence his + musketry and clear his decks.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The tops alone second the fire of this little battery, + especially the main-top,</span> <span class="i0">They hold out + bravely during the whole of the action.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Not a moment's cease,</span> <span class="i0">The + leaks gain fast on the pumps, the fire eats toward the powder-magazine.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page257" id="page257" title="257"></a> <span + class="i0">One of the pumps had been shot away, it is generally thought + we are sinking.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Serene stands the little captain,</span> <span + class="i0">He is not hurried, his voice is neither high nor low,</span> + <span class="i0">His eyes give more light to us than our + battle-lanterns.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Toward twelve, there in the beams of the moon, they + surrender to us.’</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Whitman.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_c">CII</a></small><br />BEAT! BEAT! DRUMS! + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow!</span> + <span class="i0">Through the windows—through doors—burst + like a ruthless force,</span> <span class="i0">Into the solemn + church, and scatter the congregation,</span> <span class="i0">Into + the school where the scholar is studying;</span> <span class="i0">Leave + not the bridegroom quiet—no happiness must he have now with his + bride,</span> <span class="i0">Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, + ploughing his field or gathering his grain,</span> <span class="i0">So + fierce you whirr and pound, you drums—so shrill, you bugles, blow.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow!</span> + <span class="i0">Over the traffic of cities—over the rumble of + wheels in the streets;</span> <span class="i0">Are beds prepared + for sleepers at night in the houses? no sleepers must sleep in those + beds,</span> <span class="i0">No bargainers' bargains by day—no + brokers or speculators—would they continue?</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page258" id="page258" title="258"></a> <span + class="i0">Would the talkers be talking? would the singer attempt to + sing?</span> <span class="i0">Would the lawyer rise in the court to + state his case before the judge?</span> <span class="i0">Then + rattle quicker, heavier, drums—you bugles, wilder blow.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow!</span> + <span class="i0">Make no parley—stop for no expostulation,</span> + <span class="i0">Mind not the timid—mind not the weeper or prayer,</span> + <span class="i0">Mind not the old man beseeching the young man,</span> + <span class="i0">Let not the child's voice be heard, nor the mother's + entreaties,</span> <span class="i0">Make even the trestle to shake + the dead where they lie awaiting the hearses,</span> <span + class="i0">So strong you thump, O terrible drums—so loud, you + bugles, blow.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Whitman.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_c">CIII</a></small><br />TWO VETERANS + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i4"> The + last sunbeam</span> <span class="i0">Lightly falls from the + finished Sabbath,</span> <span class="i0">On the pavement here, and + there beyond it is looking</span> <span class="i4"> Down + a new-made double grave.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i4"> Lo! the + moon ascending,</span> <span class="i0">Up from the east the + silvery round moon,</span> <span class="i0">Beautiful over the + house-tops, ghastly, phantom moon,</span> <span class="i4"> Immense + and silent moon.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page259" id="page259" title="259"></a> <span + class="i4"> I see a sad + procession,</span> <span class="i0">And I hear the sound of coming + full-keyed bugles,</span> <span class="i0">All the channels of the + city streets they're flooding,</span> <span class="i4"> As + with voices and with tears.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i4"> I hear + the great drums pounding,</span> <span class="i0">And the small + drums steady whirring,</span> <span class="i0">And every blow of + the great convulsive drums</span> <span class="i4"> Strikes + me through and through.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i4"> For the + son is brought with the father,</span> <span class="i0">(In the + foremost ranks of the fierce assault they fell,</span> <span + class="i0">Two veterans son and father dropt together,</span> <span + class="i4"> And the + double grave awaits them).</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i4"> Now + nearer blow the bugles,</span> <span class="i0">And the drums + strike more convulsive,</span> <span class="i0">And the daylight + o'er the pavement quite has faded,</span> <span class="i4"> And + the strong dead-march enwraps me.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i4"> In the + eastern sky up-buoying,</span> <span class="i0">The sorrowful vast + phantom moves illumined,</span> <span class="i0">('Tis some + mother's large transparent face</span> <span class="i4"> In + heaven brighter growing).</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i4"> O + strong dead-march you please me!</span> <span class="i0">O moon + immense with your silvery face you soothe me!</span> <span + class="i0">O my soldiers twain! O my veterans passing to burial!</span> + <span class="i4"> What I + have I also give you.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i4"> The + moon gives you light,</span> <span class="i0">And the bugles and + the drums give you music,</span> <span class="i0">And my heart, O + my soldiers, my veterans,</span> <span class="i4"> My + heart gives you love.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Whitman.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page260" id="page260" title="260"></a><small><a + href="#note_civ">CIV</a></small><br />THE PLEASANT ISLE OF AVÈS + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Oh England is a pleasant place for them that's rich and + high,</span> <span class="i0">But England is a cruel place for such + poor folks as I;</span> <span class="i0">And such a port for + mariners I ne'er shall see again</span> <span class="i0">As the + pleasant Isle of Avès, beside the Spanish main.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">There were forty craft in Avès that were both + swift and stout,</span> <span class="i0">All furnished well with + small arms and cannons round about;</span> <span class="i0">And a + thousand men in Avès made laws so fair and free</span> <span + class="i0">To choose their valiant captains and obey them loyally.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Thence we sailed against the Spaniard with his hoards + of plate and gold,</span> <span class="i0">Which he wrung with + cruel tortures from Indian folk of old;</span> <span class="i0">Likewise + the merchant captains, with hearts as hard as stone,</span> <span + class="i0">Who flog men and keel-haul them, and starve them to the bone.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">O the palms grew high in Avès, and fruits that + shone like gold,</span> <span class="i0">And the colibris and + parrots they were gorgeous to behold;</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page261" id="page261" title="261"></a> <span class="i0">And the + negro maids to Avès from bondage fast did flee,</span> <span + class="i0">To welcome gallant sailors, a-sweeping in from sea.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">O sweet it was in Avès to hear the landward + breeze,</span> <span class="i0">A-swing with good tobacco in a net + between the trees,</span> <span class="i0">With a negro lass to fan + you, while you listened to the roar</span> <span class="i0">Of the + breakers on the reef outside, that never touched the shore.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But Scripture saith, an ending to all fine things must + be;</span> <span class="i0">So the King's ships sailed on Avès, + and quite put down were we.</span> <span class="i0">All day we + fought like bulldogs, but they burst the booms at night;</span> + <span class="i0">And I fled in a piragua, sore wounded, from the fight.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Nine days I floated starving, and a negro lass beside,</span> + <span class="i0">Till, for all I tried to cheer her, the poor young + thing she died;</span> <span class="i0">But as I lay a-gasping, a + Bristol sail came by,</span> <span class="i0">And brought me home + to England here, to beg until I die.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And now I'm old and going—I'm sure I can't tell + where;</span> <span class="i0">One comfort is, this world's so + hard, I can't be worse off there:</span> <span class="i0">If I + might but be a sea-dove, I'd fly across the main,</span> <span + class="i0">To the pleasant Isle of Avès, to look at it once + again.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Kingsley.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page262" id="page262" title="262"></a><small><a + href="#note_civ">CV</a></small><br />A WELCOME + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Welcome, wild North-easter.</span> <span class="i1"> Shame + it is to see</span> <span class="i0">Odes to every zephyr;</span> + <span class="i1"> Ne'er a verse to thee.</span> <span + class="i0">Welcome, black North-easter!</span> <span class="i1"> O'er + the German foam;</span> <span class="i0">O'er the Danish moorlands,</span> + <span class="i1"> From thy frozen home.</span> <span + class="i0">Tired we are of summer,</span> <span class="i1"> Tired + of gaudy glare,</span> <span class="i0">Showers soft and steaming,</span> + <span class="i1"> Hot and breathless air.</span> <span + class="i0">Tired of listless dreaming,</span> <span class="i1"> Through + the lazy day:</span> <span class="i0">Jovial wind of winter</span> + <span class="i1"> Turns us out to play!</span> <span + class="i0">Sweep the golden reed-beds;</span> <span class="i1"> Crisp + the lazy dyke;</span> <span class="i0">Hunger into madness</span> + <span class="i1"> Every plunging pike.</span> <span + class="i0">Fill the lake with wild-fowl;</span> <span class="i1"> Fill + the marsh with snipe;</span> <span class="i0">While on dreary + moorlands</span> <span class="i1"> Lonely curlew pipe.</span> + <span class="i0">Through the black fir-forest</span> <span + class="i1"> Thunder harsh and dry,</span> <span + class="i0">Shattering down the snow-flakes</span> <span class="i1"> Off + the curdled sky.</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page263" + id="page263" title="263"></a> <span class="i0">Hark! The brave + North-easter!</span> <span class="i1"> Breast-high lies + the scent,</span> <span class="i0">On by holt and headland,</span> + <span class="i1"> Over heath and bent.</span> <span + class="i0">Chime, ye dappled darlings,</span> <span class="i1"> Through + the sleet and snow.</span> <span class="i0">Who can over-ride you?</span> + <span class="i1"> Let the horses go!</span> <span + class="i0">Chime, ye dappled darlings,</span> <span class="i1"> Down + the roaring blast;</span> <span class="i0">You shall see a fox die</span> + <span class="i1"> Ere an hour be past.</span> <span + class="i0">Go! and rest to-morrow,</span> <span class="i1"> Hunting + in your dreams,</span> <span class="i0">While our skates are + ringing</span> <span class="i1"> O'er the frozen + streams.</span> <span class="i0">Let the luscious South-wind</span> + <span class="i1"> Breathe in lovers' sighs,</span> <span + class="i0">While the lazy gallants</span> <span class="i1"> Bask + in ladies' eyes.</span> <span class="i0">What does he but soften</span> + <span class="i1"> Heart alike and pen?</span> <span + class="i0">'Tis the hard grey weather</span> <span class="i1"> Breeds + hard English men.</span> <span class="i0">What's the soft + South-wester?</span> <span class="i1"> 'Tis the ladies' + breeze,</span> <span class="i0">Bringing home their true-loves</span> + <span class="i1"> Out of all the seas:</span> <span + class="i0">But the black North-easter,</span> <span class="i1"> Through + the snowstorm hurled,</span> <span class="i0">Drives our English + hearts of oak</span> <span class="i1"> Seaward round the + world.</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page264" id="page264" + title="264"></a> <span class="i0">Come, as came our fathers,</span> + <span class="i1"> Heralded by thee,</span> <span + class="i0">Conquering from the eastward,</span> <span class="i1"> Lords + by land and sea.</span> <span class="i0">Come; and strong within us</span> + <span class="i1"> Stir the Vikings' blood;</span> <span + class="i0">Bracing brain and sinew;</span> <span class="i1"> Blow, + thou wind of God!</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Kingsley.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_cvi">CVI</a></small><br />THE BIRKENHEAD + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Amid the loud ebriety of War,</span> <span + class="i0">With shouts of ‘la Republique’ and ‘la + Gloire,’</span> <span class="i0">The Vengeur's crew, 'twas + said, with flying flag</span> <span class="i0">And broadside + blazing level with the wave</span> <span class="i0">Went down + erect, defiant, to their grave</span> <span class="i0">Beneath the + sea.—'Twas but a Frenchman's brag,</span> <span class="i0">Yet + Europe rang with it for many a year.</span> <span class="i0">Now we + recount no fable; Europe, hear!</span> <span class="i0">And when + they tell thee ‘England is a fen</span> <span class="i0">Corrupt, + a kingdom tottering to decay,</span> <span class="i0">Her nerveless + burghers lying an easy prey</span> <span class="i0">For the first + comer,’ tell how the other day</span> <span class="i0">A crew + of half a thousand Englishmen</span> <span class="i0">Went down + into the deep in Simon's Bay!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Not with the cheer of battle in the throat,</span> + <span class="i0">Or cannon-glare and din to stir their blood,</span> + <span class="i0">But, roused from dreams of home to find their boat</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page265" id="page265" title="265"></a> <span + class="i0">Fast sinking, mustered on the deck they stood,</span> + <span class="i0">Biding God's pleasure and their chief's command.</span> + <span class="i0">Calm was the sea, but not less calm that band</span> + <span class="i0">Close ranged upon the poop, with bated breath</span> + <span class="i0">But flinching not though eye to eye with Death! Heroes!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Who were those Heroes? Veterans steeled</span> + <span class="i0">To face the King of Terrors mid the scaith</span> + <span class="i0">Of many an hurricane and trenchèd field?</span> + <span class="i0">Far other: weavers from the stocking-frame;</span> + <span class="i0">Boys from the plough; cornets with beardless chin,</span> + <span class="i0">But steeped in honour and in discipline!</span> + <span class="i0">Weep, Britain, for the Cape whose ill-starred name,</span> + <span class="i0">Long since divorced from Hope suggests but shame,</span> + <span class="i0">Disaster, and thy Captains held at bay</span> + <span class="i0">By naked hordes; but as thou weepest, thank</span> + <span class="i0">Heaven for those undegenerate sons who sank</span> + <span class="i0">Aboard the Birkenhead in Simon's Bay!</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Yule.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_cvii">CVII</a></small><br />APOLLO + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts</span> + <span class="i0">Thick breaks the red flame;</span> <span class="i0">All + Etna heaves fiercely</span> <span class="i0">Her forest-clothed + frame.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Not here, O Apollo!</span> <span class="i0">Are + haunts meet for thee.</span> <span class="i0">But, where Helicon + breaks down</span> <span class="i0">In cliff to the sea,</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page266" id="page266" title="266"></a> <span + class="i0">Where the moon-silvered inlets</span> <span class="i0">Send + far their light voice</span> <span class="i0">Up the still vale of + Thisbe,</span> <span class="i0">O speed, and rejoice!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">On the sward at the cliff-top</span> <span + class="i0">Lie strewn the white flocks.</span> <span class="i0">On + the cliff-side the pigeons</span> <span class="i0">Roost deep in + the rocks.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">In the moonlight the shepherds,</span> <span + class="i0">Soft lulled by the rills,</span> <span class="i0">Lie + wrapt in their blankets</span> <span class="i0">Asleep on the + hills.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">—What forms are these coming</span> <span + class="i0">So white through the gloom?</span> <span class="i0">What + garments out-glistening</span> <span class="i0">The gold-flowered + broom?</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">What sweet-breathing presence</span> <span + class="i0">Out-perfumes the thyme?</span> <span class="i0">What + voices enrapture</span> <span class="i0">The night's balmy prime?—</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">'Tis Apollo comes leading</span> <span class="i0">His + choir, the Nine.</span> <span class="i0">—The leader is + fairest,</span> <span class="i0">But all are divine.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">They are lost in the hollows!</span> <span + class="i0">They stream up again!</span> <span class="i0">What seeks + on this mountain</span> <span class="i0">The glorified train?—</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page267" id="page267" title="267"></a> <span + class="i0">They bathe on this mountain,</span> <span class="i0">In + the spring by the road;</span> <span class="i0">Then on to Olympus,</span> + <span class="i0">Their endless abode.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">—Whose praise do they mention?</span> <span + class="i0">Of what is it told?—</span> <span class="i0">What + will be for ever;</span> <span class="i0">What was from of old.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">First hymn they the Father</span> <span class="i0">Of + all things; and then,</span> <span class="i0">The rest of + immortals,</span> <span class="i0">The action of men.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The day in his hotness,</span> <span class="i0">The + strife with the palm;</span> <span class="i0">The night in her + silence,</span> <span class="i0">The stars in their calm.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Arnold.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_cvii">CVIII</a></small><br />THE DEATH OF SOHRAB + </h2> + <h3> + THE DUEL + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i1"> He spoke, and Sohrab kindled at his taunts,</span> + <span class="i0">And he too drew his sword; at once they rushed</span> + <span class="i0">Together, as two eagles on one prey</span> <span + class="i0">Come rushing down together from the clouds,</span> <span + class="i0">One from the east, one from the west; their shields</span> + <span class="i0">Dashed with a clang together, and a din</span> + <span class="i0">Rose, such as that the sinewy woodcutters</span> + <span class="i0">Make often in the forest's heart at morn,</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page268" id="page268" title="268"></a> <span + class="i0">Of hewing axes, crashing trees—such blows</span> + <span class="i0">Rustum and Sohrab on each other hailed.</span> + <span class="i0">And you would say that sun and stars took part</span> + <span class="i0">In that unnatural conflict; for a cloud</span> + <span class="i0">Grew suddenly in Heaven, and darkened the sun</span> + <span class="i0">Over the fighters' heads; and a wind rose</span> + <span class="i0">Under their feet, and moaning swept the plain,</span> + <span class="i0">And in a sandy whirlwind wrapped the pair.</span> + <span class="i0">In gloom they twain were wrapped, and they alone;</span> + <span class="i0">For both the on-looking hosts on either hand</span> + <span class="i0">Stood in broad daylight, and the sky was pure,</span> + <span class="i0">And the sun sparkled on the Oxus stream.</span> + <span class="i0">But in the gloom they fought, with bloodshot eyes</span> + <span class="i0">And labouring breath; first Rustum struck the shield</span> + <span class="i0">Which Sohrab held stiff out; the steel-spiked spear</span> + <span class="i0">Rent the tough plates, but failed to reach the skin,</span> + <span class="i0">And Rustum plucked it back with angry groan.</span> + <span class="i0">Then Sohrab with his sword smote Rustum's helm,</span> + <span class="i0">Nor clove its steel quite through; but all the crest</span> + <span class="i0">He shore away, and that proud horsehair plume,</span> + <span class="i0">Never till now defiled, sank to the dust;</span> + <span class="i0">And Rustum bowed his head; but then the gloom</span> + <span class="i0">Grew blacker, thunder rumbled in the air,</span> + <span class="i0">And lightnings rent the cloud; and Ruksh, the horse,</span> + <span class="i0">Who stood at hand, uttered a dreadful cry;—</span> + <span class="i0">No horse's cry was that, most like the roar</span> + <span class="i0">Of some pained desert-lion, who all day</span> + <span class="i0">Hath trailed the hunter's javelin in his side,</span> + <span class="i0">And comes at night to die upon the sand.</span> + <span class="i0">The two hosts heard that cry, and quaked for fear,</span> + <span class="i0">And Oxus curdled as it crossed his stream.</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page269" id="page269" title="269"></a> <span + class="i0">But Sohrab heard, and quailed not, but rushed on,</span> + <span class="i0">And struck again; and again Rustum bowed</span> + <span class="i0">His head; but this time all the blade, like glass,</span> + <span class="i0">Sprang in a thousand shivers on the helm,</span> + <span class="i0">And in the hand the hilt remained alone.</span> + <span class="i0">Then Rustum raised his head; his dreadful eyes</span> + <span class="i0">Glared, and he shook on high his menacing spear,</span> + <span class="i0">And shouted: <i>Rustum!</i>—Sohrab heard that + shout,</span> <span class="i0">And shrank amazed; back he recoiled + one step,</span> <span class="i0">And scanned with blinking eyes + the advancing form;</span> <span class="i0">And then he stood + bewildered; and he dropped</span> <span class="i0">His covering + shield, and the spear pierced his side.</span> <span class="i0">He + reeled, and staggering back, sank to the ground;</span> <span + class="i0">And then the gloom dispersed, and the wind fell,</span> + <span class="i0">And the bright sun broke forth, and melted all</span> + <span class="i0">The cloud; and the two armies saw the pair—</span> + <span class="i0">Saw Rustum standing, safe upon his feet,</span> + <span class="i0">And Sohrab, wounded, on the bloody sand.</span> + </p> + <h3> + SOHRAB + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i1"> Then with a bitter smile, Rustum began:—</span> + <span class="i0">‘Sohrab, thou thoughtest in thy mind to kill</span> + <span class="i0">A Persian lord this day, and strip his corpse,</span> + <span class="i0">And bear thy trophies to Afrasiab's tent.</span> + <span class="i0">Or else that the great Rustum would come down</span> + <span class="i0">Himself to fight, and that thy wiles would move</span> + <span class="i0">His heart to take a gift, and let thee go.</span> + <span class="i0">And then that all the Tartar host would praise</span> + <span class="i0">Thy courage or thy craft, and spread thy fame,</span> + <span class="i0">To glad thy father in his weak old age.</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page270" id="page270" title="270"></a> <span + class="i0">Fool, thou art slain, and by an unknown man!</span> + <span class="i0">Dearer to the red jackels shalt thou be</span> + <span class="i0">Than to thy friends, and to thy father old,’</span> + <span class="i1"> And, with a fearless mien, Sohrab replied:—</span> + <span class="i0">‘Unknown thou art; yet thy fierce vaunt is vain.</span> + <span class="i0">Thou dost not slay me, proud and boastful man!</span> + <span class="i0">No! Rustum slays me, and this filial heart.</span> + <span class="i0">For were I matched with ten such men as thee,</span> + <span class="i0">And I were that which till to-day I was,</span> + <span class="i0">They should be lying here, I standing there.</span> + <span class="i0">But that beloved name unnerved my arm—</span> + <span class="i0">That name, and something, I confess, in thee,</span> + <span class="i0">Which troubles all my heart, and made my shield</span> + <span class="i0">Fall; and thy spear transfix an unarmed foe.</span> + <span class="i0">And now thou boastest, and insultest my fate.</span> + <span class="i0">But hear thou this, fierce man, tremble to hear:</span> + <span class="i0">The mighty Rustum shall avenge my death!</span> + <span class="i0">My father, whom I seek through all the world,</span> + <span class="i0">He shall avenge my death, and punish thee!’</span> + <span class="i1"> As when some hunter in the spring hath + found</span> <span class="i0">A breeding eagle sitting on her nest,</span> + <span class="i0">Upon the craggy isle of a hill-lake,</span> <span + class="i0">And pierced her with an arrow as she rose,</span> <span + class="i0">And followed her to find her where she fell</span> <span + class="i0">Far off;—anon her mate comes winging back</span> + <span class="i0">From hunting, and a great way off decries</span> + <span class="i0">His huddling young left-sole; at that he checks</span> + <span class="i0">His pinion, and with short uneasy sweeps</span> + <span class="i0">Circles above his eyry, with loud screams</span> + <span class="i0">Chiding his mate back to her nest; but she</span> + <span class="i0">Lies dying, with the arrow in her side,</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page271" id="page271" title="271"></a> <span + class="i0">In some far stony gorge out of his ken,</span> <span + class="i0">A heap of fluttering feathers—never more</span> + <span class="i0">Shall the lake glass her, flying over it;</span> + <span class="i0">Never the black and dripping precipices</span> + <span class="i0">Echo her stormy scream as she sails by—</span> + <span class="i0">As that poor bird flies home, nor knows his loss,</span> + <span class="i0">So Rustum knew not his own loss, but stood</span> + <span class="i0">Over his dying son, and knew him not.</span> <span + class="i1"> But, with a cold, incredulous voice he said:</span> + <span class="i0">‘What prate is this of fathers and revenge?</span> + <span class="i0">The mighty Rustum never had a son.’</span> + <span class="i1"> And with a failing voice Sohrab replied:</span> + <span class="i0">‘Ah yes, he had! and that lost son am I,</span> + <span class="i0">Surely the news will one day reach his ear,</span> + <span class="i0">Reach Rustum, where he sits, and tarries long,</span> + <span class="i0">Somewhere, I know not where, but far from here;</span> + <span class="i0">And pierce him like a stab, and make him leap</span> + <span class="i0">To arms, and cry for vengeance upon thee.</span> + <span class="i0">Fierce man, bethink thee, for an only son!</span> + <span class="i0">What will that grief, what will that vengeance be?</span> + <span class="i0">O could I live, till I that grief had seen!</span> + <span class="i0">Yet him I pity not so much, but her,</span> <span + class="i0">My mother, who in Ader-baijan dwells</span> <span + class="i0">With that old king, her father, who grows grey</span> + <span class="i0">With age, and rules over the valiant Koords.</span> + <span class="i0">Her most I pity, who no more will see</span> <span + class="i0">Sohrab returning from the Tartar camp,</span> <span + class="i0">With spoils and honour, when the war is done.</span> + <span class="i0">But a dark rumour will be bruited up,</span> <span + class="i0">From tribe to tribe, until it reach her ear;</span> + <span class="i0">And then will that defenceless woman learn</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page272" id="page272" title="272"></a> <span + class="i0">That Sohrab will rejoice her sight no more,</span> <span + class="i0">But that in battle with a nameless foe,</span> <span + class="i0">By the far-distant Oxus, he is slain.’</span> + </p> + <h3> + THE RECOGNITION + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i1"> He spoke, and as he ceased he wept aloud,</span> + <span class="i0">Thinking of her he left, and his own death.</span> + <span class="i0">He spoke; but Rustum listened plunged in thought.</span> + <span class="i0">Nor did he yet believe it was his son</span> <span + class="i0">Who spoke, although he called back names he knew;</span> + <span class="i0">For he had had sure tidings that the babe,</span> + <span class="i0">Which was in Ader-baijan born to him,</span> <span + class="i0">Had been a puny girl, no boy at all—</span> <span + class="i0">So that sad mother sent him word, for fear</span> <span + class="i0">Rustum should seek the boy, to train in arms.</span> + <span class="i0">And as he deemed that either Sohrab took,</span> + <span class="i0">By a false boast, the style of Rustum's son;</span> + <span class="i0">Or that men gave it him, to swell his fame.</span> + <span class="i0">So deemed he; yet he listened plunged in thought;</span> + <span class="i0">And his soul set to grief, as the vast tide</span> + <span class="i0">Of the bright rocking Ocean sets to shore</span> + <span class="i0">At the full moon; tears gathered in his eyes;</span> + <span class="i0">For he remembered his own early youth,</span> + <span class="i0">And all its bounding rapture; as, at dawn,</span> + <span class="i0">The shepherd from his mountain-lodge descries</span> + <span class="i0">A far, bright city, smitten by the sun,</span> + <span class="i0">Through many rolling clouds—so Rustum saw</span> + <span class="i0">His youth; saw Sohrab's mother, in her bloom;</span> + <span class="i0">And that old king, her father, who loved well</span> + <span class="i0">His wandering guest, and gave him his fair child</span> + <span class="i0">With joy; and all the pleasant life they led,</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page273" id="page273" title="273"></a> <span + class="i0">They three, in that long-distant summer-time—</span> + <span class="i0">The castle, and the dewy woods, and hunt</span> + <span class="i0">And hound, and morn on those delightful hills</span> + <span class="i0">In Ader-baijan. And he saw that Youth,</span> + <span class="i0">Of age and looks to be his own dear son,</span> + <span class="i0">Piteous and lovely, lying on the sand,</span> + <span class="i0">Like some rich hyacinth which by the scythe</span> + <span class="i0">Of an unskilful gardener has been cut,</span> + <span class="i0">Mowing the garden grass-plots near its bed,</span> + <span class="i0">And lies, a fragrant tower of purple bloom,</span> + <span class="i0">On the mown, dying grass—so Sohrab lay,</span> + <span class="i0">Lovely in death, upon the common sand.</span> + <span class="i0">And Rustum gazed on him in grief, and said:</span> + <span class="i1"> ‘O Sohrab, thou indeed art such a son</span> + <span class="i0">Whom Rustum, wert thou his, might well have loved:</span> + <span class="i0">Yet here thou errest, Sohrab, or else men</span> + <span class="i0">Have told thee false—thou art not Rustum's son.</span> + <span class="i0">For Rustum had no son; one child he had—</span> + <span class="i0">But one—a girl; who with her mother now</span> + <span class="i0">Plies some light female task, nor dreams of us—</span> + <span class="i0">Of us she dreams not, nor of wounds, nor war.’</span> + <span class="i1"> But Sohrab answered him in wrath; for now</span> + <span class="i0">The anguish of the deep-fixed spear grew fierce,</span> + <span class="i0">And he desirèd to draw forth the steel,</span> + <span class="i0">And let the blood flow free, and so to die—</span> + <span class="i0">But first he would convince his stubborn foe;</span> + <span class="i0">And, rising sternly on one arm, he said:</span> + <span class="i1"> ‘Man, who art thou who dost deny my + words?</span> <span class="i0">Truth sits upon the lips of dying + men,</span> <span class="i0">And falsehood, while I lived, was far + from mine.</span> <span class="i0">I tell thee, pricked upon this + arm I bear</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page274" id="page274" + title="274"></a> <span class="i0">That seal which Rustum to my mother + gave,</span> <span class="i0">That she might prick it on the babe + she bore.’</span> <span class="i1"> He spoke; and + all the blood left Rustum's cheeks,</span> <span class="i0">And his + knees tottered, and he smote his hand</span> <span class="i0">Against + his breast, his heavy mailèd hand,</span> <span class="i0">That + the hard iron corselet clanked aloud;</span> <span class="i0">And + to his heart he pressed the other hand,</span> <span class="i0">And + in a hollow voice he spake and said:</span> <span class="i1"> ‘Sohrab, + that were a proof that could not lie!</span> <span class="i0">If + thou show this, then art thou Rustum's son.’</span> <span + class="i1"> Then with weak hasty fingers Sohrab loosed</span> + <span class="i0">His belt, and near the shoulder bared his arm,</span> + <span class="i0">And showed a sign in faint vermilion points</span> + <span class="i0">Pricked; as a cunning workman, in Pekin,</span> + <span class="i0">Pricks with vermilion some clear porcelain vase,</span> + <span class="i0">An emperor's gift—at early morn he paints,</span> + <span class="i0">And all day long, and, when night comes, the lamp</span> + <span class="i0">Lights up his studious forehead and thin hands—</span> + <span class="i0">So delicately pricked the sign appeared</span> + <span class="i0">On Sohrab's arm, the sign of Rustum's seal.</span> + <span class="i0">It was that griffin, which of old reared Zal,</span> + <span class="i0">Rustum's great father, whom they left to die,</span> + <span class="i0">A helpless babe, among the mountain rocks;</span> + <span class="i0">Him that kind creature found, and reared, and loved—</span> + <span class="i0">Then Rustum took it for his glorious sign.</span> + <span class="i0">And Sohrab bared that image on his arm,</span> + <span class="i0">And himself scanned it long with mournful eyes,</span> + <span class="i0">And then he touched it with his hand and said:—</span> + <span class="i1"> ‘How sayest thou? Is that sign the + proper sign</span> <span class="i0">Of Rustum's son, or of some + other man's?’</span> + </p> + <h3> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page275" id="page275" title="275"></a>RUKSH + THE HORSE + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i0">He spoke; but Rustum gazed, and gazed, and stood</span> + <span class="i0">Speechless; and then he uttered one sharp cry:</span> + <span class="i0"><i>O boy—thy father!</i>—and his voice + choked there.</span> <span class="i0">And then a dark cloud passed + before his eyes,</span> <span class="i0">And his head swam, and he + sank down to earth.</span> <span class="i0">But Sohrab crawled to + where he lay, and cast</span> <span class="i0">His arms about his + neck, and kissed his lips,</span> <span class="i0">And with fond + faltering fingers stroked his cheeks,</span> <span class="i0">Trying + to call him back to life; and life</span> <span class="i0">Came + back to Rustum, and he oped his eyes,</span> <span class="i0">And + they stood wide with horror; and he seized</span> <span class="i0">In + both his hands the dust which lay around,</span> <span class="i0">And + threw it on his head, and smirched his hair,—</span> <span + class="i0">His hair, and face, and beard, and glittering arms;</span> + <span class="i0">And strong convulsive groanings shook his breast,</span> + <span class="i0">And his sobs choked him; and he clutched his sword,</span> + <span class="i0">To draw it, and for ever let life out.</span> + <span class="i0">But Sohrab saw his thought, and held his hands,</span> + <span class="i0">And with a soothing voice he spake, and said:</span> + <span class="i1"> ‘Father, forbear! for I but meet + to-day</span> <span class="i0">The doom which at my birth was + written down</span> <span class="i0">In Heaven, and thou art + Heaven's unconscious hand.</span> <span class="i0">Surely my heart + cried out that it was thou,</span> <span class="i0">When first I + saw thee; and thy heart spoke too,</span> <span class="i0">I know + it! but fate trod these promptings down</span> <span class="i0">Under + its iron heel; fate, fate engaged</span> <span class="i0">The + strife, and hurled me on my father's spear.</span> <span class="i0">But + let us speak no more of this! I find</span> <span class="i0">My + father; let me feel that I have found!</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page276" id="page276" title="276"></a> <span class="i0">Come, sit + beside me on this sand, and take</span> <span class="i0">My head + betwixt thy hands, and kiss my cheeks,</span> <span class="i0">And + wash them with thy tears, and say: <i>My son!</i></span> <span + class="i0">Quick! quick! for numbered are my sands of life,</span> + <span class="i0">And swift; for like the lightning to this field</span> + <span class="i0">I came, and like the wind I go away—</span> + <span class="i0">Sudden, and swift, and like a passing wind.</span> + <span class="i0">But it was writ in Heaven that this should be.’</span> + <span class="i1"> So said he, and his voice released the + heart</span> <span class="i0">Of Rustum and his tears broke forth; + he cast</span> <span class="i0">His arms round his son's neck, and + wept aloud,</span> <span class="i0">And kissed him. And awe fell on + both the hosts,</span> <span class="i0">When they saw Rustum's + grief; and Ruksh the horse,</span> <span class="i0">With his head + bowing to the ground and mane</span> <span class="i0">Sweeping the + dust, came near, and in mute woe</span> <span class="i0">First to + the one, then to the other moved</span> <span class="i0">His head, + as if inquiring what their grief</span> <span class="i0">Might + mean; and from his dark, compassionate eyes,</span> <span class="i0">The + big warm tears rolled down, and caked the sand.</span> <span + class="i0">But Rustum chid him with stern voice, and said:—</span> + <span class="i1"> ‘Ruksh, now thou grievest; but, O + Ruksh, thy feet</span> <span class="i0">Should first have rotted on + their nimble joints,</span> <span class="i0">Or ere they brought + thy master to this field!’</span> <span class="i1"> But + Sohrab looked upon the horse and said:</span> <span class="i0">‘Is + this, then, Ruksh? How often in past days,</span> <span class="i0">My + mother told me of thee, thou brave steed,</span> <span class="i0">My + terrible father's terrible horse! and said,</span> <span class="i0">That + I should one day find thy lord and thee.</span> <span class="i0">Come, + let me lay my hand upon thy mane!</span> <span class="i0">O Ruksh, + thou art more fortunate than I;</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page277" id="page277" title="277"></a> <span class="i0">For thou + hast gone where I shall never go,</span> <span class="i0">And + snuffed the breezes of my father's home.</span> <span class="i0">And + thou hast trod the sands of Seistan,</span> <span class="i0">And + seen the river of Helmund, and the Lake</span> <span class="i0">Of + Zirrah; and the aged Zal himself</span> <span class="i0">Has often + stroked thy neck, and given thee food,</span> <span class="i0">Corn + in a golden platter soaked with wine,</span> <span class="i0">And + said: <i>O Ruksh! bear Rustum well!</i>—but I</span> <span + class="i0">Have never known my grandsire's furrowed face,</span> + <span class="i0">Nor seen his lofty house in Seistan,</span> <span + class="i0">Nor slaked my thirst at the clear Helmund stream;</span> + <span class="i0">But lodged among my father's foes, and seen</span> + <span class="i0">Afrasiab's cities only, Samarcand,</span> <span + class="i0">Bokhara, and lone Khiva in the waste,</span> <span + class="i0">And the black Toorkman tents; and only drunk</span> + <span class="i0">The desert rivers, Moorghab and Tejend,</span> + <span class="i0">Kohik, and where the Kalmuks feed their sheep,</span> + <span class="i0">The northern Sir; and this great Oxus stream,</span> + <span class="i0">The yellow Oxus, by whose brink I die.’</span> + </p> + <h3> + RUSTUM + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i1"> Then with a heavy groan, Rustum bewailed:</span> + <span class="i0">‘O that its waves were flowing over me!</span> + <span class="i0">O that I saw its grains of yellow silt</span> + <span class="i0">Roll tumbling in the current o'er my head!’</span> + <span class="i1"> But with a grave mild voice, Sohrab + replied:—</span> <span class="i0">‘Desire not that, my + father! thou must live.</span> <span class="i0">For some are born + to do great deeds, and live,</span> <span class="i0">As some are + born to be obscured, and die.</span> <span class="i0">Do thou the + deeds I die too young to do,</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page278" id="page278" title="278"></a> <span class="i0">And reap a + second glory in thine age;</span> <span class="i0">Thou art my + father, and thy gain is mine.</span> <span class="i0">But come! + thou seest this great host of men</span> <span class="i0">Which + follow me; I pray thee, slay not these!</span> <span class="i0">Let + me entreat for them; what have they done?</span> <span class="i0">They + followed me, my hope, my fame, my star.</span> <span class="i0">Let + them all cross the Oxus back in peace.</span> <span class="i0">But + me thou must bear hence, not send with them,</span> <span class="i0">But + carry me with thee to Seistan,</span> <span class="i0">And place me + on a bed, and mourn for me,</span> <span class="i0">Thou, and the + snow-haired Zal, and all thy friends.</span> <span class="i0">And + thou must lay me in that lovely earth,</span> <span class="i0">And + heap a stately mound above my bones,</span> <span class="i0">And + plant a far-seen pillar over all.</span> <span class="i0">That so + the passing horseman on the waste</span> <span class="i0">May see + my tomb a great way off, and cry;</span> <span class="i0"><i>Sohrab, + the mighty Rustum's son, lies here,</i></span> <span class="i0"><i>Whom + his great father did in ignorance kill!</i></span> <span class="i0">And + I be not forgotten in my grave.’</span> <span class="i1"> And, + with a mournful voice, Rustum replied:</span> <span class="i0">‘Fear + not! as thou hast said, Sohrab, my son,</span> <span class="i0">So + shall it be; for I will burn my tents,</span> <span class="i0">And + quit the host, and bear thee hence with me,</span> <span class="i0">And + carry thee away to Seistan,</span> <span class="i0">And place thee + on a bed, and mourn for thee,</span> <span class="i0">With the + snow-headed Zal, and all my friends.</span> <span class="i0">And I + will lay thee in that lovely earth,</span> <span class="i0">And + heap a stately mound above thy bones,</span> <span class="i0">And + plant a far-seen pillar over all,</span> <span class="i0">And men + shall not forget thee in thy grave.</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page279" id="page279" title="279"></a> <span class="i0">And I will + spare thy host; yea, let them go!</span> <span class="i0">Let them + all cross the Oxus back in peace!</span> <span class="i0">What + should I do with slaying any more?</span> <span class="i0">For + would that all whom I have ever slain</span> <span class="i0">Might + be once more alive—my bitterest foes,</span> <span class="i0">And + they who were called champions in their time,</span> <span + class="i0">And through whose death I won that fame I have—</span> + <span class="i0">And I were nothing but a common man,</span> <span + class="i0">A poor, mean soldier, and without renown,</span> <span + class="i0">So thou mightest live too, my son, my son!</span> <span + class="i0">Or rather would that I, even I myself,</span> <span + class="i0">Might now be lying on this bloody sand,</span> <span + class="i0">Near death, and by an ignorant stroke of thine,</span> + <span class="i0">Not thou of mine! and I might die, not thou;</span> + <span class="i0">And I, not thou, be borne to Seistan;</span> <span + class="i0">And Zal might weep above my grave, not thine;</span> + <span class="i0">And say: <i>O Son, I weep thee not too sore,</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>For willingly, I know, thou met'st thine end!</i></span> + <span class="i0">But now in blood and battles was my youth,</span> + <span class="i0">And full of blood and battles is my age,</span> + <span class="i0">And I shall never end this life of blood.’</span> + <span class="i1"> Then at the point of death, Sohrab replied:</span> + <span class="i0">‘A life of blood indeed, thou dreadful man!</span> + <span class="i0">But thou shalt yet have peace; only not now,</span> + <span class="i0">Not yet! but thou shalt have it on that day,</span> + <span class="i0">When thou shalt sail in a high-masted ship,</span> + <span class="i0">Thou and the other peers of Kai Khosroo</span> + <span class="i0">Returning home over the salt blue sea,</span> + <span class="i0">From laying thy dear master in his grave.’</span> + </p> + <h3> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page280" id="page280" title="280"></a>NIGHT + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i1"> And Rustum gazed in Sohrab's face, and + said:</span> <span class="i0">‘Soon be that day, my son, and + deep that sea!</span> <span class="i0">Till then, if fate so wills, + let me endure.’</span> <span class="i1"> He spoke; + and Sohrab smiled on him, and took</span> <span class="i0">The + spear, and drew it from his side, and eased</span> <span class="i0">His + wound's imperious anguish; but the blood</span> <span class="i0">Came + welling from the open gash, and life</span> <span class="i0">Flowed + with the stream;—all down his cold white side</span> <span + class="i0">The crimson torrent ran, dim now and soiled,</span> + <span class="i0">Like the soiled tissue of white violets</span> + <span class="i0">Left, freshly gathered, on their native bank,</span> + <span class="i0">By children whom their nurses call with haste</span> + <span class="i0">Indoors from the sun's eye; his head dropped low,</span> + <span class="i0">His limbs grew slack; motionless, white, he lay—</span> + <span class="i0">White, with eyes closed; only when heavy gasps,</span> + <span class="i0">Deep heavy gasps quivering through all his frame,</span> + <span class="i0">Convulsed him back to life, he opened them,</span> + <span class="i0">And fixed them feebly on his father's face;</span> + <span class="i0">Till now all strength was ebbed, and from his limbs</span> + <span class="i0">Unwillingly the spirit fled away,</span> <span + class="i0">Regretting the warm mansion which it left,</span> <span + class="i0">And youth, and bloom, and this delightful world.</span> + <span class="i1"> So, on the bloody sand, Sohrab lay dead;</span> + <span class="i0">And the great Rustum drew his horseman's cloak</span> + <span class="i0">Down o'er his face, and sate by his dead son.</span> + <span class="i0">As those black granite pillars once high-reared</span> + <span class="i0">By Jemshid in Persepolis, to bear</span> <span + class="i0">His house, now 'mid their broken flights of steps</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page281" id="page281" title="281"></a> <span + class="i0">Lie prone, enormous, down the mountain side,</span> + <span class="i0">So in the sand lay Rustum by his son.</span> <span + class="i1"> And night came down over the solemn waste,</span> + <span class="i0">And the two gazing hosts, and that sole pair,</span> + <span class="i0">And darkened all; and a cold fog, with night,</span> + <span class="i0">Crept from the Oxus. Soon a hum arose,</span> + <span class="i0">As of a great assembly loosed, and fires</span> + <span class="i0">Began to twinkle through the fog; for now</span> + <span class="i0">Both armies moved to camp, and took their meal;</span> + <span class="i0">The Persians took it on the open sands</span> + <span class="i0">Southward, the Tartars by the river marge;</span> + <span class="i0">And Rustum and his son were left alone.</span> + <span class="i1"> But the majestic river floated on,</span> + <span class="i0">Out of the mist and hum of that low land,</span> + <span class="i0">Into the frosty starlight, and there moved,</span> + <span class="i0">Rejoicing, through the hushed Chorasmian waste,</span> + <span class="i0">Under the solitary moon;—he flowed</span> + <span class="i0">Right for the polar star, past Orgunjè,</span> + <span class="i0">Brimming, and bright, and large; then sands begin</span> + <span class="i0">To hem his watery march, and dam his streams,</span> + <span class="i0">And split his currents; that for many a league</span> + <span class="i0">The shorn and parcelled Oxus strains along</span> + <span class="i0">Through beds of sand and matted rushy isles—</span> + <span class="i0">Oxus, forgetting the bright speed he had</span> + <span class="i0">In his high mountain cradle in Pamere</span> <span + class="i0">A foiled circuitous wanderer—till at last</span> + <span class="i0">The longed-for dash of waves is heard, and wide</span> + <span class="i0">His luminous home of waters opens, bright</span> + <span class="i0">And tranquil, from whose floor the new-bathed stars</span> + <span class="i0">Emerge, and shine upon the Aral Sea.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Arnold.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page282" id="page282" title="282"></a><small><a + href="#note_cvii">CIX</a></small><br />FLEE FRO' THE PRESS + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">O born in days when wits were fresh and clear</span> + <span class="i1"> And life ran gaily as the sparkling Thames;</span> + <span class="i2"> Before this strange disease of + modern life,</span> <span class="i0">With its sick hurry, its + divided aims,</span> <span class="i1"> Its heads + o'ertaxed, its palsied hearts, was rife—</span> <span + class="i2"> Fly hence, our contact fear!</span> + <span class="i0">Still fly, plunge deeper in the bowering wood!</span> + <span class="i1"> Averse, as Dido did with gesture stern</span> + <span class="i1"> From her false friend's approach in Hades + turn,</span> <span class="i0">Wave us away and keep thy solitude!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Still nursing the unconquerable hope,</span> <span + class="i1"> Still clutching the inviolable shade,</span> + <span class="i2"> With a free, onward impulse + brushing through,</span> <span class="i0">By night, the silvered + branches of the glade—</span> <span class="i1"> Far + on the forest-skirts, where none pursue,</span> <span class="i2"> On + some mild pastoral slope</span> <span class="i0">Emerge, and + resting on the moonlit pales</span> <span class="i1"> Freshen + thy flowers as in former years</span> <span class="i1"> With + dew, or listen with enchanted ears,</span> <span class="i0">From + the dark dingles, to the nightingales!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But fly our paths, our feverish contact fly!</span> + <span class="i1"> For strong the infection of our mental + strife,</span> <span class="i2"> Which, + though it gives no bliss, yet spoils for rest;</span> <span + class="i0">And we should win thee from thy own fair life,</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page283" id="page283" title="283"></a> <span + class="i1"> Like us distracted, and like us unblest.</span> + <span class="i2"> Soon, soon thy cheer would die,</span> + <span class="i0">Thy hopes grow timorous, and unfixed thy powers,</span> + <span class="i1"> And thy clear aims be cross and shifting + made;</span> <span class="i1"> And then thy glad + perennial youth would fade,</span> <span class="i0">Fade, and grow + old at last, and die like ours.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then fly our greetings, fly our speech and smiles!</span> + <span class="i1"> As some grave Tyrian trader, from the sea,</span> + <span class="i2"> Descried at sunrise an emerging + prow</span> <span class="i0">Lifting the cool-haired creepers + stealthily,</span> <span class="i1"> The fringes of a + southward-facing brow</span> <span class="i2"> Among + the Ægæan isles;</span> <span class="i0">And saw the + merry Grecian coaster come,</span> <span class="i1"> Freighted + with amber grapes, and Chian wine,</span> <span class="i1"> Green, + bursting figs, and tunnies steeped in brine—</span> <span + class="i0">And knew the intruders on his ancient home,</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The young light-hearted masters of the waves—</span> + <span class="i1"> And snatched his rudder, and shook out more + sail;</span> <span class="i2"> And day and + night held on indignantly</span> <span class="i0">O'er the blue + Midland waters with the gale,</span> <span class="i1"> Betwixt + the Syrtes and soft Sicily,</span> <span class="i2"> To + where the Atlantic raves</span> <span class="i0">Outside the + western straits; and unbent sails</span> <span class="i1"> There, + where down cloudy cliffs, through sheets of foam,</span> <span + class="i1"> Shy traffickers, the dark Iberians come;</span> + <span class="i0">And on the beach undid his corded bales.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Arnold.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page284" id="page284" title="284"></a><small><a + href="#note_cx">CX</a></small><br />SCHOOL FENCIBLES + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">We come in arms, we stand ten score,</span> <span + class="i1"> Embattled on the castle green;</span> <span + class="i0">We grasp our firelocks tight, for war</span> <span + class="i1"> Is threatening, and we see our Queen.</span> + <span class="i0">And ‘Will the churls last out till we</span> + <span class="i1"> Have duly hardened bones and thews</span> + <span class="i0">For scouring leagues of swamp and sea</span> <span + class="i1"> Of braggart mobs and corsair crews?’</span> + <span class="i0">We ask; we fear not scoff or smile</span> <span + class="i1"> At meek attire of blue and grey,</span> + <span class="i0">For the proud wrath that thrills our isle</span> + <span class="i1"> Gives faith and force to this array.</span> + <span class="i0">So great a charm is England's right,</span> <span + class="i1"> That hearts enlarged together flow,</span> + <span class="i0">And each man rises up a knight</span> <span + class="i1"> To work the evil-thinkers woe.</span> <span + class="i0">And, girt with ancient truth and grace,</span> <span + class="i1"> We do our service and our suit,</span> <span + class="i0">And each can be, whate'er his race,</span> <span + class="i1"> A Chandos or a Montacute.</span> <span + class="i0">Thou, Mistress, whom we serve to-day,</span> <span + class="i1"> Bless the real swords that we shall wield,</span> + <span class="i0">Repeat the call we now obey</span> <span class="i1"> In + sunset lands, on some fair field.</span> <span class="i0">Thy flag + shall make some Huron rock</span> <span class="i1"> As + dear to us as Windsor's keep,</span> <span class="i0">And arms thy + Thames hath nerved shall mock</span> <span class="i1"> The + surgings of th' Ontarian deep.</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page285" id="page285" title="285"></a> <span class="i0">The + stately music of thy Guards,</span> <span class="i1"> Which + times our march beneath thy ken,</span> <span class="i0">Shall + sound, with spells of sacred bards,</span> <span class="i1"> From + heart to heart, when we are men.</span> <span class="i0">And when + we bleed on alien earth,</span> <span class="i1"> We'll + call to mind how cheers of ours</span> <span class="i0">Proclaimed + a loud uncourtly mirth</span> <span class="i1"> Amongst + thy glowing orange bowers.</span> <span class="i0">And if for + England's sake we fall,</span> <span class="i1"> So be + it, so thy cross be won,</span> <span class="i0">Fixed by kind + hands on silvered pall,</span> <span class="i1"> And + worn in death, for duty done.</span> <span class="i0">Ah! thus we + fondle Death, the soldier's mate,</span> <span class="i1"> Blending + his image with the hopes of youth</span> <span class="i0">To hallow + all; meanwhile the hidden fate</span> <span class="i1"> Chills + not our fancies with the iron truth.</span> <span class="i0">Death + from afar we call, and Death is here,</span> <span class="i1"> To + choose out him who wears the loftiest mien;</span> <span class="i0">And + Grief, the cruel lord who knows no peer,</span> <span class="i1"> Breaks + through the shield of love to pierce our Queen.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Cory.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_cx">CXI</a></small><br />THE TWO CAPTAINS + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">When George the Third was reigning a hundred years ago,</span> + <span class="i0">He ordered Captain Farmer to chase the foreign foe.</span> + <span class="i0">‘You're not afraid of shot,’ said he, + ‘you're not afraid of wreck,</span> <span class="i0">So + cruise about the west of France in the frigate called <i>Quebec</i>.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page286" id="page286" title="286"></a> <span + class="i0">Quebec was once a Frenchman's town, but twenty years ago</span> + <span class="i0">King George the Second sent a man called General Wolfe, + you know,</span> <span class="i0">To clamber up a precipice and + look into Quebec,</span> <span class="i0">As you'd look down a + hatchway when standing on the deck.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">If Wolfe could beat the Frenchmen then so you can beat + them now.</span> <span class="i0">Before he got inside the town he + died, I must allow.</span> <span class="i0">But since the town was + won for us it is a lucky name,</span> <span class="i0">And you'll + remember Wolfe's good work, and you shall do the same.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then Farmer said, ‘I'll try, sir,’ and + Farmer bowed so low</span> <span class="i0">That George could see + his pigtail tied in a velvet bow.</span> <span class="i0">George + gave him his commission, and that it might be safer,</span> <span + class="i0">Signed ‘King of Britain, King of France,’ and + sealed it with a wafer.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then proud was Captain Farmer in a frigate of his own,</span> + <span class="i0">And grander on his quarter-deck than George upon the + throne.</span> <span class="i0">He'd two guns in his cabin, and on + the spar-deck ten,</span> <span class="i0">And twenty on the + gun-deck, and more than ten score men.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And as a huntsman scours the brakes with sixteen brace + of dogs,</span> <span class="i0">With two-and-thirty cannon the + ship explored the fogs.</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page287" + id="page287" title="287"></a> <span class="i0">From Cape la Hogue to + Ushant, from Rochefort to Belleisle,</span> <span class="i0">She + hunted game till reef and mud were rubbing on her keel.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The fogs are dried, the frigate's side is bright with + melting tar,</span> <span class="i0">The lad up in the foretop sees + square white sails afar;</span> <span class="i0">The east wind + drives three square-sailed masts from out the Breton bay,</span> + <span class="i0">And ‘Clear for action!’ Farmer shouts, and + reefers yell ‘Hooray!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The Frenchman's captain had a name I wish I could + pronounce;</span> <span class="i0">A Breton gentleman was he, and + wholly free from bounce,</span> <span class="i0">One like those + famous fellows who died by guillotine</span> <span class="i0">For + honour and the fleurs-de-lys and Antoinette the Queen.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The Catholic for Louis, the Protestant for George,</span> + <span class="i0">Each captain drew as bright a sword as saintly smiths + could forge;</span> <span class="i0">And both were simple seamen, + but both could understand</span> <span class="i0">How each was + bound to win or die for flag and native land.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The French ship was <i>la Surveillante</i>, which means + the watchful maid;</span> <span class="i0">She folded up her + head-dress and began to cannonade.</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page288" id="page288" title="288"></a> <span class="i0">Her hull + was clean, and ours was foul; we had to spread more sail.</span> + <span class="i0">On canvas, stays, and topsail yards her bullets came + like hail.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Sore smitten were both captains, and many lads beside,</span> + <span class="i0">And still to cut our rigging the foreign gunners tried.</span> + <span class="i0">A sail-clad spar came flapping down athwart a blazing + gun;</span> <span class="i0">We could not quench the rushing + flames, and so the Frenchman won.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Our quarter-deck was crowded, the waist was all aglow;</span> + <span class="i0">Men hung upon the taffrail half scorched, but loth to + go;</span> <span class="i0">Our captain sat where once he stood, + and would not quit his chair.</span> <span class="i0">He bade his + comrades leap for life, and leave him bleeding there.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The guns were hushed on either side, the Frenchmen + lowered boats,</span> <span class="i0">They flung us planks and + hencoops, and everything that floats.</span> <span class="i0">They + risked their lives, good fellows! to bring their rivals aid.</span> + <span class="i0">'Twas by the conflagration the peace was strangely + made.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0"><i>La Surveillante</i> was like a sieve; the victors + had no rest,</span> <span class="i0">They had to dodge the east + wind to reach the port of Brest,</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page289" id="page289" title="289"></a> <span class="i0">And where + the waves leapt lower, and the riddled ship went slower,</span> + <span class="i0">In triumph, yet in funeral guise, came fisher-boats to + tow her.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">They dealt with us as brethren, they mourned for Farmer + dead;</span> <span class="i0">And as the wounded captives passed + each Breton bowed the head.</span> <span class="i0">Then spoke the + French Lieutenant, ‘'Twas fire that won, not we.</span> <span + class="i0">You never struck your flag to us; you'll go to England free.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">'Twas the sixth day of October, seventeen hundred + seventy-nine,</span> <span class="i0">A year when nations ventured + against us to combine,</span> <span class="i0"><i>Quebec</i> was + burnt and Farmer slain, by us remembered not;</span> <span + class="i0">But thanks be to the French book wherein they're not forgot.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Now you, if you've to fight the French, my youngster, + bear in mind</span> <span class="i0">Those seamen of King Louis so + chivalrous and kind;</span> <span class="i0">Think of the Breton + gentlemen who took our lads to Brest,</span> <span class="i0">And + treat some rescued Breton as a comrade and a guest.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Cory.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page290" id="page290" title="290"></a><small><a + href="#note_cxii">CXII</a></small><br />THE HEAD OF BRAN + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">When the head of Bran</span> <span class="i1"> Was + firm on British shoulders,</span> <span class="i0">God made a man!</span> + <span class="i1"> Cried all beholders.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Steel could not resist</span> <span class="i1"> The + weight his arm would rattle;</span> <span class="i0">He with naked + fist</span> <span class="i1"> Has brained a knight in + battle.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">He marched on the foe,</span> <span class="i1"> And + never counted numbers;</span> <span class="i0">Foreign widows know</span> + <span class="i1"> The hosts he sent to slumbers.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">As a street you scan</span> <span class="i1"> That's + towered by the steeple,</span> <span class="i0">So the head of Bran</span> + <span class="i1"> Rose o'er his people.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i2"> ‘Death's my neighbour,’</span> + <span class="i3"> Quoth Bran the + blest;</span> <span class="i2"> ‘Christian + labour</span> <span class="i3"> Brings + Christian rest.</span> <span title="New stanza in original" + class="i2"> From the trunk sever</span> + <span class="i3"> The head of Bran,</span> + <span class="i2"> That which never</span> + <span class="i3"> Has bent to man!</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page291" id="page291" title="291"></a> <span + class="i2"> That which never</span> <span + class="i3"> To men has bowed</span> + <span class="i2"> Shall live ever</span> + <span class="i3"> To shame the + shroud:</span> <span class="i2"> Shall live + ever</span> <span class="i3"> To + face the foe;</span> <span class="i2"> Sever + it, sever,</span> <span class="i3"> And + with one blow.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i2"> Be it written,</span> + <span class="i3"> That all I wrought</span> + <span class="i2"> Was for Britain,</span> + <span class="i3"> In deed and + thought:</span> <span class="i2"> Be it + written,</span> <span class="i3"> That, + while I die,</span> <span class="i2"> “Glory + to Britain!”</span> <span class="i3"> Is + my last cry.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i2"> “Glory to Britain!”</span> + <span class="i3"> Death echoes me + round.</span> <span class="i2"> Glory to + Britain!</span> <span class="i3"> The + world shall resound.</span> <span class="i2"> Glory + to Britain!</span> <span class="i3"> In + ruin and fall,</span> <span class="i2"> Glory + to Britain!</span> <span class="i3"> Is + heard over all.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Burn, Sun, down the sea!</span> <span class="i0">Bran + lies low with thee.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Burst, Morn, from the main!</span> <span class="i0">Bran + so shall rise again.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page292" id="page292" title="292"></a> <span + class="i0">Blow, Wind, from the field!</span> <span class="i0">Bran's + Head is the Briton's shield.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Beam, Star, in the west!</span> <span class="i0">Bright + burns the Head of Bran the Blest.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Crimson-footed like the stork,</span> <span + class="i1"> From great ruts of slaughter,</span> <span + class="i0">Warriors of the Golden Torque</span> <span class="i1"> Cross + the lifting water.</span> <span class="i0">Princes seven, + enchaining hands,</span> <span class="i1"> Bear the live + Head homeward.</span> <span class="i0">Lo! it speaks, and still + commands;</span> <span class="i1"> Gazing far out + foamward.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Fiery words of lightning sense</span> <span + class="i1"> Down the hollows thunder;</span> <span + class="i0">Forest hostels know not whence</span> <span class="i1"> Comes + the speech, and wonder.</span> <span class="i0">City-castles, on + the steep</span> <span class="i1"> Where the faithful + Severn</span> <span class="i0">House at midnight, hear in sleep</span> + <span class="i1"> Laughter under heaven.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Lilies, swimming on the mere,</span> <span + class="i1"> In the castle shadow,</span> <span class="i0">Under + draw their heads, and Fear</span> <span class="i1"> Walks + the misty meadow;</span> <span class="i0">Tremble not, it is not + Death</span> <span class="i1"> Pledging dark espousal:</span> + <span class="i0">'Tis the Head of endless breath,</span> <span + class="i1"> Challenging carousal!</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page293" id="page293" title="293"></a> <span + class="i0">Brim the horn! a health is drunk,</span> <span class="i1"> Now, + that shall keep going:</span> <span class="i0">Life is but the + pebble sunk,</span> <span class="i1"> Deeds, the circle + growing!</span> <span class="i0">Fill, and pledge the Head of Bran!</span> + <span class="i1"> While his lead they follow,</span> + <span class="i0">Long shall heads in Britain plan</span> <span + class="i1"> Speech Death cannot swallow.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>George Meredith.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_cxiii">CXIII</a></small><br />THE SLAYING OF THE + NIBLUNGS + </h2> + <h3> + HOGNI + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i0">Ye shall know that in Atli's feast-hall on the side + that joined the house</span> <span class="i0">Were many carven + doorways whose work was glorious</span> <span class="i0">With + marble stones and gold-work, and their doors of beaten brass:</span> + <span class="i0">Lo now, in the merry morning how the story cometh to + pass!</span> <span class="i0">—While the echoes of the + trumpet yet fill the people's ears,</span> <span class="i0">And + Hogni casts by the war-horn, and his Dwarf-wrought sword uprears,</span> + <span class="i0">All those doors aforesaid open, and in pour the streams + of steel,</span> <span class="i0">The best of the Eastland + champions, the bold men of Atli's weal:</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page294" id="page294" title="294"></a> <span class="i0">They raise + no cry of battle nor cast forth threat of woe,</span> <span + class="i0">And their helmed and hidden faces from each other none may + know:</span> <span class="i0">Then a light in the hall ariseth, and + the fire of battle runs</span> <span class="i0">All adown the front + of the Niblungs in the face of the mighty ones;</span> <span + class="i0">All eyes are set upon them, hard drawn is every breath,</span> + <span class="i0">Ere the foremost points be mingled and death be blent + with death.</span> <span class="i0">—All eyes save the eyes + of Hogni; but e'en as the edges meet,</span> <span class="i0">He + turneth about for a moment to the gold of the kingly seat,</span> + <span class="i0">Then aback to the front of battle; there then, as the + lightning-flash</span> <span class="i0">Through the dark night + showeth the city when the clouds of heaven clash,</span> <span + class="i0">And the gazer shrinketh backward, yet he seeth from end to + end</span> <span class="i0">The street and the merry market, and + the windows of his friend,</span> <span class="i0">And the pavement + where his footsteps yester'en returning trod,</span> <span + class="i0">Now white and changed and dreadful 'neath the threatening + voice of God;</span> <span class="i0">So Hogni seeth Gudrun, and + the face he used to know,</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page295" + id="page295" title="295"></a> <span class="i0">Unspeakable, unchanging, + with white unknitted brow</span> <span class="i0">With half-closed + lips untrembling, with deedless hands and cold</span> <span + class="i0">Laid still on knees that stir not, and the linen's moveless + fold.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Turned Hogni unto the spear-wall, and smote from where + he stood,</span> <span class="i0">And hewed with his sword + two-handed as the axe-man in a wood:</span> <span class="i0">Before + his sword was a champion, and the edges clave to the chin,</span> + <span class="i0">And the first man fell in the feast-hall of those that + should fall therein.</span> <span class="i0">Then man with man was + dealing, and the Niblung host of war</span> <span class="i0">Was + swept by the leaping iron, as the rock anigh the shore</span> <span + class="i0">By the ice-cold waves of winter: yet a moment Gunnar stayed</span> + <span class="i0">As high in his hand unblooded he shook his awful blade;</span> + <span class="i0">And he cried: ‘O Eastland champions, do ye behold + it here,</span> <span class="i0">The sword of the ancient Giuki? + Fall on and have no fear,</span> <span class="i0">But slay and be + slain and be famous, if your master's will it be!</span> <span + class="i0">Yet are we the blameless Niblungs, and bidden guests are we:</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page296" id="page296" title="296"></a> <span + class="i0">So forbear, if ye wander hood-winked, nor for nothing slay + and be slain;</span> <span class="i0">For I know not what to tell + you of the dead that live again.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">So he saith in the midst of the foemen with his + war-flame reared on high,</span> <span class="i0">But all about and + around him goes up a bitter cry</span> <span class="i0">From the + iron men of Atli, and the bickering of the steel</span> <span + class="i0">Sends a roar up to the roof-ridge, and the Niblung war-ranks + reel</span> <span class="i0">Behind the steadfast Gunnar: but lo! + have ye seen the corn,</span> <span class="i0">While yet men grind + the sickle, by the wind-streak overborne</span> <span class="i0">When + the sudden rain sweeps downward, and summer groweth black,</span> + <span class="i0">And the smitten wood-side roareth 'neath the driving + thunder-wrack?</span> <span class="i0">So before the wise-heart + Hogni shrank the champions of the East,</span> <span class="i0">As + his great voice shook the timbers in the hall of Atli's feast.</span> + <span class="i0">There he smote, and beheld not the smitten, and by + nought were his edges stopped;</span> <span class="i0">He smote, + and the dead were thrust from him; a hand with its shield he lopped;</span> + <span title="Original reads 'Alti's'" class="i0">There met him Atli's + marshal, and his arm at the shoulder he shred;</span> <span + class="i0">Three swords were upreared against him of the best of the kin + of the dead;</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page297" id="page297" + title="297"></a> <span class="i0">And he struck off a head to the + rightward, and his sword through a throat he thrust,</span> <span + class="i0">But the third stroke fell on his helm-crest, and he stooped + to the ruddy dust,</span> <span class="i0">And uprose as the + ancient Giant, and both his hands were wet:</span> <span class="i0">Red + then was the world to his eyen, as his hand to the labour he set;</span> + <span class="i0">Swords shook and fell in his pathway, huge bodies leapt + and fell,</span> <span class="i0">Harsh grided shield and war-helm + like the tempest-smitten bell,</span> <span class="i0">And the + war-cries ran together, and no man his brother knew,</span> <span + class="i0">And the dead men loaded the living, as he went the war-wood + through;</span> <span class="i0">And man 'gainst man was huddled, + till no sword rose to smite,</span> <span class="i0">And clear + stood the glorious Hogni in an island of the fight,</span> <span + class="i0">And there ran a river of death 'twixt the Niblung and his + foes,</span> <span class="i0">And therefrom the terror of men and + the wrath of the Gods arose.</span> + </p> + <h3> + GUNNAR + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i0">Now fell the sword of Gunnar, and rose up red in the + air,</span> <span class="i0">And hearkened the song of the Niblung, + as his voice rang glad and clear,</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page298" id="page298" title="298"></a> <span class="i0">And + rejoiced and leapt at the Eastmen, and cried as it met the rings</span> + <span class="i0">Of a Giant of King Atli and a murder-wolf of kings;</span> + <span class="i0">But it quenched its thirst in his entrails, and knew + the heart in his breast,</span> <span class="i0">And hearkened the + praise of Gunnar, and lingered not to rest,</span> <span class="i0">But + fell upon Atli's brother, and stayed not in his brain;</span> <span + class="i0">Then he fell, and the King leapt over, and clave a neck + atwain,</span> <span class="i0">And leapt o'er the sweep of a + pole-axe, and thrust a lord in the throat,</span> <span class="i0">And + King Atli's banner-bearer through shield and hauberk smote;</span> + <span class="i0">Then he laughed on the huddled East-folk, and against + their war-shields drave</span> <span class="i0">While the white + swords tossed about him, and that archer's skull he clave</span> + <span class="i0">Whom Atli had bought in the Southlands for many a pound + of gold;</span> <span class="i0">And the dark-skinned fell upon + Gunnar, and over his war-shield rolled,</span> <span class="i0">And + cumbered his sword for a season, and the many blades fell on,</span> + <span class="i0">And sheared the cloudy helm-crest and rents in his + hauberk won,</span> <span class="i0">And the red blood ran from + Gunnar; till that Giuki's sword outburst,</span> <span class="i0">As + the fire-tongue from the smoulder that the leafy heap hath nursed,</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page299" id="page299" title="299"></a> <span + class="i0">And unshielded smote King Gunnar, and sent the Niblung song</span> + <span class="i0">Through the quaking stems of battle in the hall of + Atli's wrong:</span> <span class="i0">Then he rent the knitted + war-hedge till by Hogni's side he stood,</span> <span class="i0">And + kissed him amidst of the spear-hail, and their cheeks were wet with + blood.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then on came the Niblung bucklers, and they drave the + East-folk home,</span> <span class="i0">As the bows of the + oar-driven long-ship beat off the waves in foam:</span> <span + class="i0">They leave their dead behind them, and they come to the doors + and the wall,</span> <span class="i0">And a few last spears from + the fleeing amidst their shield-hedge fall:</span> <span class="i0">But + the doors clash to in their faces, as the fleeing rout they drive,</span> + <span class="i0">And fain would follow after; and none is left alive</span> + <span class="i0">In the feast-hall of King Atli, save those fishes of + the net,</span> <span class="i0">And the white and silent woman + above the slaughter set.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then biddeth the heart-wise Hogni, and men to the + windows climb,</span> <span class="i0">And uplift the war-grey + corpses, dead drift of the stormy time,</span> <span class="i0">And + cast them adown to their people: thence they come aback and say</span> + <span class="i0">That scarce shall ye see the houses, and no whit the + wheel-worn way</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page300" + id="page300" title="300"></a> <span class="i0">For the spears and + shields of the Eastlands that the merchant city throng;</span> + <span class="i0">And back to the Niblung burg-gate the way seemed + weary-long.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Yet passeth hour on hour, and the doors they watch and + ward</span> <span class="i0">But a long while hear no mail-clash, + nor the ringing of the sword;</span> <span class="i0">Then droop + the Niblung children, and their wounds are waxen chill,</span> + <span class="i0">And they think of the burg by the river, and the + builded holy hill,</span> <span class="i0">And their eyes are set + on Gudrun as of men who would beseech;</span> <span class="i0">But + unlearned are they in craving, and know not dastard's speech.</span> + <span class="i0">Then doth Giuki's first-begotten a deed most fair to be + told,</span> <span class="i0">For his fair harp Gunnar taketh, and + the warp of silver and gold;</span> <span class="i0">With the hand + of a cunning harper he dealeth with the strings,</span> <span + class="i0">And his voice in their midst goeth upward, as of ancient days + he sings,</span> <span class="i0">Of the days before the Niblungs, + and the days that shall be yet;</span> <span class="i0">Till the + hour of toil and smiting the warrior hearts forget,</span> <span + class="i0">Nor hear the gathering foemen, nor the sound of swords aloof:</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page301" id="page301" title="301"></a> <span + class="i0">Then clear the song of Gunnar goes up to the dusky roof,</span> + <span class="i0">And the coming spear-host tarries, and the bearers of + the woe</span> <span class="i0">Through the cloisters of King Atli + with lingering footsteps go.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But Hogni looketh on Gudrun, and no change in her face + he sees,</span> <span class="i0">And no stir in her folded linen + and the deedless hands on her knees:</span> <span class="i0">Then + from Gunnar's side he hasteneth; and lo! the open door,</span> + <span class="i0">And a foeman treadeth the pavement, and his lips are on + Atli's floor,</span> <span class="i0">For Hogni is death in the + doorway: then the Niblungs turn on the foe,</span> <span class="i0">And + the hosts are mingled together, and blow cries out on blow.</span> + </p> + <h3> + GUDRUN + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i0">Still the song goeth up from Gunnar, though his harp to + earth be laid;</span> <span class="i0">But he fighteth exceeding + wisely, and is many a warrior's aid,</span> <span class="i0">And he + shieldeth and delivereth, and his eyes search through the hall,</span> + <span class="i0">And woe is he for his fellows, as his battle-brethren + fall;</span> <span class="i0">For the turmoil hideth little from + that glorious folk-king's eyes,</span> <span class="i0">And o'er + all he beholdeth Gudrun, and his soul is waxen wise,</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page302" id="page302" title="302"></a> <span + class="i0">And he saith: ‘We shall look on Sigurd, and Sigmund of + old days,</span> <span class="i0">And see the boughs of the + Branstock o'er the ancient Volsung's praise.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Woe's me for the wrath of Hogni! From the door he + giveth aback</span> <span class="i0">That the Eastland slayers may + enter to the murder and the wrack:</span> <span class="i0">Then he + rageth and driveth the battle to the golden kingly seat,</span> + <span class="i0">And the last of the foes he slayeth by Gudrun's very + feet,</span> <span class="i0">That the red blood splasheth her + raiment; and his own blood therewithal</span> <span class="i0">He + casteth aloft before her, and the drops on her white hands fall:</span> + <span class="i0">But nought she seeth or heedeth, and again he turns to + fight,</span> <span class="i0">Nor heedeth stroke nor wounding so + he a foe may smite:</span> <span class="i0">Then the battle opens + before him, and the Niblungs draw to his side;</span> <span + class="i0">As death in the world first fashioned, through the feast-hall + doth he stride.</span> <span class="i0">And so once more do the + Niblungs sweep that murder-flood of men</span> <span class="i0">From + the hall of toils and treason, and the doors swing to again.</span> + <span class="i0">Then again is there peace for a little within the + fateful fold;</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page303" + id="page303" title="303"></a> <span class="i0">But the Niblungs look + about them, and but few folk they behold</span> <span class="i0">Upright + on their feet for the battle: now they climb aloft no more,</span> + <span class="i0">Nor cast the dead from the windows; but they raise a + rampart of war,</span> <span class="i0">And its stones are the + fallen East-folk, and no lowly wall is that.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Therein was Gunnar the mighty: on the shields of men he + sat,</span> <span class="i0">And the sons of his people hearkened, + for his hand through the harp-strings ran,</span> <span class="i0">And + he sang in the hall of his foeman of the Gods and the making of man,</span> + <span class="i0">And how season was sundered from season in the days of + the fashioning,</span> <span class="i0">And became the Summer and + Autumn, and became the Winter and Spring;</span> <span class="i0">He + sang of men's hunger and labour, and their love and their breeding of + broil.</span> <span class="i0">And their hope that is fostered of + famine, and their rest that is fashioned of toil:</span> <span + class="i0">Fame then and the sword he sang of, and the hour of the hardy + and wise,</span> <span class="i0">When the last of the living shall + perish, and the first of the dead shall arise,</span> <span + class="i0">And the torch shall be lit in the daylight, and God unto man + shall pray,</span> <span class="i0">And the heart shall cry out for + the hand in the fight of the uttermost day.</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page304" id="page304" title="304"></a> <span + class="i0">So he sang, and beheld not Gudrun, save as long ago he saw</span> + <span class="i0">His sister, the little maiden of the face without a + flaw:</span> <span class="i0">But wearily Hogni beheld her, and no + change in her face there was,</span> <span class="i0">And long + thereon gazed Hogni, and set his brows as the brass,</span> <span + class="i0">Though the hands of the King were weary, and weak his knees + were grown,</span> <span class="i0">And he felt as a man unholpen + in a waste land wending alone.</span> + </p> + <h3> + THE SONS OF GIUKI + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i0">Now the noon was long passed over when again the rumour + arose,</span> <span class="i0">And through the doors cast open + flowed in the river of foes:</span> <span class="i0">They flooded + the hall of the murder, and surged round that rampart of dead;</span> + <span class="i0">No war-duke ran before them, no lord to the onset led,</span> + <span class="i0">But the thralls shot spears at adventure, and shot out + shafts from afar,</span> <span class="i0">Till the misty hall was + blinded with the bitter drift of war:</span> <span class="i0">Few + and faint were the Niblung children, and their wounds were waxen acold,</span> + <span class="i0">And they saw the Hell-gates open as they stood in their + grimly hold:</span> <span class="i0">Yet thrice stormed out King + Hogni, thrice stormed out Gunnar the King,</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page305" id="page305" title="305"></a> <span + class="i0">Thrice fell they aback yet living to the heart of the fated + ring;</span> <span class="i0">And they looked and their band was + little, and no man but was wounded sore,</span> <span class="i0">And + the hall seemed growing greater, such hosts of foes it bore,</span> + <span class="i0">So tossed the iron harvest from wall to gilded wall;</span> + <span class="i0">And they looked and the white-clad Gudrun sat silent + over all.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Then the churls and thralls of the Eastland howled out + as wolves accurst,</span> <span class="i0">But oft gaped the + Niblungs voiceless, for they choked with anger and thirst;</span> + <span class="i0">And the hall grew hot as a furnace, and men drank their + flowing blood,</span> <span class="i0">Men laughed and gnawed on + their shield-rims, men knew not where they stood,</span> <span + class="i0">And saw not what was before them; as in the dark men smote,</span> + <span class="i0">Men died heart-broken, unsmitten; men wept with the cry + in the throat,</span> <span class="i0">Men lived on full of + war-shafts, men cast their shields aside</span> <span class="i0">And + caught the spears to their bosoms; men rushed with none beside,</span> + <span class="i0">And fell unarmed on the foemen, and tore and slew in + death:</span> <span class="i0">And still down rained the arrows as + the rain across the heath;</span> <span class="i0">Still proud o'er + all the turmoil stood the Kings of Giuki born,</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page306" id="page306" title="306"></a> <span + class="i0">Nor knit were the brows of Gunnar, nor his song-speech + overworn;</span> <span class="i0">But Hogni's mouth kept silence, + and oft his heart went forth</span> <span class="i0">To the long, + long day of the darkness, and the end of worldly worth.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Loud rose the roar of the East-folk, and the end was + coming at last:</span> <span class="i0">Now the foremost locked + their shield-rims and the hindmost over them cast,</span> <span + class="i0">And nigher they drew and nigher, and their fear was fading + away,</span> <span class="i0">For every man of the Niblungs on the + shaft-strewn pavement lay,</span> <span class="i0">Save Gunnar the + King and Hogni: still the glorious King up-bore</span> <span + class="i0">The cloudy shield of the Niblungs set full of shafts of war;</span> + <span class="i0">But Hogni's hands had fainted, and his shield had sunk + adown,</span> <span class="i0">So thick with the Eastland spearwood + was that rampart of renown;</span> <span class="i0">And hacked and + dull were the edges that had rent the wall of foes:</span> <span + class="i0">Yet he stood upright by Gunnar before that shielded close,</span> + <span class="i0">Nor looked on the foeman's faces as their wild eyes + drew anear,</span> <span class="i0">And their faltering shield-rims + clattered with the remnant of their fear;</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page307" id="page307" title="307"></a> <span + class="i0">But he gazed on the Niblung woman, and the daughter of his + folk,</span> <span class="i0">Who sat o'er all unchanging ere the + war-cloud over them broke.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Now nothing might men hearken in the house of Atli's + weal,</span> <span class="i0">Save the feet slow tramping onward, + and the rattling of the steel,</span> <span class="i0">And the song + of the glorious Gunnar, that rang as clearly now</span> <span + class="i0">As the speckled storm-cock singeth from the scant-leaved + hawthorn-bough,</span> <span class="i0">When the sun is dusking + over and the March snow pelts the land.</span> <span class="i0">There + stood the mighty Gunnar with sword and shield in hand,</span> <span + class="i0">There stood the shieldless Hogni with set unangry eyes,</span> + <span class="i0">And watched the wall of war-shields o'er the dead men's + rampart rise,</span> <span class="i0">And the white blades + flickering nigher, and the quavering points of war.</span> <span + class="i0">Then the heavy air of the feast-hall was rent with a fearful + roar,</span> <span class="i0">And the turmoil came and the tangle, + as the wall together ran:</span> <span class="i0">But aloft yet + towered the Niblungs, and man toppled over man,</span> <span + class="i0">And leapt and struggled to tear them; as whiles amidst the + sea</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page308" id="page308" + title="308"></a> <span class="i0">The doomed ship strives its utmost + with mid-ocean's mastery,</span> <span class="i0">And the tall + masts whip the cordage, while the welter whirls and leaps,</span> + <span class="i0">And they rise and reel and waver, and sink amid the + deeps:</span> <span class="i0">So before the little-hearted in King + Atli's murder-hall</span> <span class="i0">Did the glorious sons of + Giuki 'neath the shielded onrush fall:</span> <span class="i0">Sore + wounded, bound and helpless, but living yet, they lie</span> <span + class="i0">Till the afternoon and the even in the first of night shall + die.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>William Morris.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_cxiv">CXIV</a></small><br />IS LIFE WORTH LIVING + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Is life worth living? Yes, so long</span> <span + class="i1"> As Spring revives the year,</span> <span + class="i0">And hails us with the cuckoo's song,</span> <span + class="i1"> To show that she is here;</span> <span + class="i0">So long as May of April takes,</span> <span class="i1"> In + smiles and tears, farewell,</span> <span class="i0">And windflowers + dapple all the brakes,</span> <span class="i1"> And + primroses the dell;</span> <span class="i0">While children in the + woodlands yet</span> <span class="i1"> Adorn their + little laps</span> <span class="i0">With ladysmock and violet,</span> + <span class="i1"> And daisy-chain their caps;</span> + <span class="i0">While over orchard daffodils</span> <span + class="i1"> Cloud-shadows float and fleet,</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page309" id="page309" title="309"></a> <span + class="i0">And ousel pipes and laverock trills,</span> <span + class="i1"> And young lambs buck and bleat;</span> <span + class="i0">So long as that which bursts the bud</span> <span + class="i1"> And swells and tunes the rill</span> <span + class="i0">Makes springtime in the maiden's blood,</span> <span + class="i1"> Life is worth living still.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Life not worth living! Come with me,</span> <span + class="i1"> Now that, through vanishing veil,</span> + <span class="i0">Shimmers the dew on lawn and lea,</span> <span + class="i1"> And milk foams in the pail;</span> <span + class="i0">Now that June's sweltering sunlight bathes</span> <span + class="i1"> With sweat the striplings lithe,</span> + <span class="i0">As fall the long straight scented swathes</span> + <span class="i1"> Over the crescent scythe;</span> <span + class="i0">Now that the throstle never stops</span> <span class="i1"> His + self-sufficing strain,</span> <span class="i0">And woodbine-trails + festoon the copse,</span> <span class="i1"> And + eglantine the lane;</span> <span class="i0">Now rustic labour seems + as sweet</span> <span class="i1"> As leisure, and blithe + herds</span> <span class="i0">Wend homeward with unweary feet,</span> + <span class="i1"> Carolling like the birds;</span> <span + class="i0">Now all, except the lover's vow,</span> <span class="i1"> And + nightingale, is still;</span> <span class="i0">Here, in the + twilight hour, allow,</span> <span class="i1"> Life is + worth living still.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">When Summer, lingering half-forlorn,</span> <span + class="i1"> On Autumn loves to lean,</span> <span + class="i0">And fields of slowly yellowing corn</span> <span + class="i1"> Are girt by woods still green;</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page310" id="page310" title="310"></a> <span + class="i0">When hazel-nuts wax brown and plump,</span> <span + class="i1"> And apples rosy-red,</span> <span class="i0">And + the owlet hoots from hollow stump,</span> <span class="i1"> And + the dormouse makes its bed;</span> <span class="i0">When crammed + are all the granary floors,</span> <span class="i1"> And + the Hunter's moon is bright,</span> <span class="i0">And life again + is sweet indoors,</span> <span class="i1"> And logs + again alight;</span> <span class="i0">Ay, even when the houseless + wind</span> <span class="i1"> Waileth through cleft and + chink,</span> <span class="i0">And in the twilight maids grow kind,</span> + <span class="i1"> And jugs are filled and clink;</span> + <span class="i0">When children clasp their hands and pray</span> + <span class="i1"> ‘Be done Thy Heavenly will!’</span> + <span class="i0">Who doth not lift his voice, and say,</span> <span + class="i1"> ‘Life is worth living still’?</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Is life worth living? Yes, so long</span> <span + class="i1"> As there is wrong to right,</span> <span + class="i0">Wail of the weak against the strong,</span> <span + class="i1"> Or tyranny to fight;</span> <span class="i0">Long + as there lingers gloom to chase,</span> <span class="i1"> Or + streaming tear to dry,</span> <span class="i0">One kindred woe, one + sorrowing face</span> <span class="i1"> That smiles as + we draw nigh;</span> <span class="i0">Long as at tale of anguish + swells</span> <span class="i1"> The heart, and lids grow + wet,</span> <span class="i0">And at the sound of Christmas bells</span> + <span class="i1"> We pardon and forget;</span> <span + class="i0">So long as Faith with Freedom reigns,</span> <span + class="i1"> And loyal Hope survives,</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page311" id="page311" title="311"></a> <span + class="i0">And gracious Charity remains</span> <span class="i1"> To + leaven lowly lives;</span> <span class="i0">While there is one + untrodden tract</span> <span class="i1"> For Intellect + or Will,</span> <span class="i0">And men are free to think and act</span> + <span class="i1"> Life is worth living still.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Not care to live while English homes</span> <span + class="i1"> Nestle in English trees,</span> <span + class="i0">And England's Trident-Sceptre roams</span> <span + class="i1"> Her territorial seas!</span> <span class="i0">Not + live while English songs are sung</span> <span class="i1"> Wherever + blows the wind,</span> <span class="i0">And England's laws and + England's tongue</span> <span class="i1"> Enfranchise + half mankind!</span> <span class="i0">So long as in Pacific main,</span> + <span class="i1"> Or on Atlantic strand,</span> <span + class="i0">Our kin transmit the parent strain,</span> <span + class="i1"> And love the Mother-land;</span> <span + class="i0">So long as flashes English steel,</span> <span class="i1"> And + English trumpets shrill,</span> <span class="i0">He is dead already + who doth not feel</span> <span class="i1"> Life is worth + living still.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Austin.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_cxv">CXV</a></small><br />THEOLOGY IN EXTREMIS + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Oft in the pleasant summer years,</span> <span + class="i1"> Reading the tales of days bygone,</span> + <span class="i0">I have mused on the story of human tears,</span> + <span class="i1"> All that man unto man has done,</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page312" id="page312" title="312"></a> <span + class="i0">Massacre, torture, and black despair;</span> <span + class="i0">Reading it all in my easy-chair.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Passionate prayer for a minute's life;</span> + <span class="i1"> Tortured crying for death as rest;</span> + <span class="i0">Husband pleading for child or wife,</span> <span + class="i1"> Pitiless stroke upon tender breast.</span> + <span class="i0">Was it all real as that I lay there</span> <span + class="i0">Lazily stretched on my easy-chair?</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Could I believe in those hard old times,</span> + <span class="i1"> Here in this safe luxurious age?</span> + <span class="i0">Were the horrors invented to season rhymes,</span> + <span class="i1"> Or truly is man so fierce in his rage?</span> + <span class="i0">What could I suffer, and what could I dare?</span> + <span class="i0">I who was bred to that easy-chair.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">They were my fathers, the men of yore,</span> + <span class="i1"> Little they recked of a cruel death;</span> + <span class="i0">They would dip their hands in a heretic's gore,</span> + <span class="i1"> They stood and burnt for a rule of faith.</span> + <span class="i0">What would I burn for, and whom not spare?</span> + <span class="i0">I, who had faith in an easy-chair.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Now do I see old tales are true,</span> <span + class="i1"> Here in the clutch of a savage foe;</span> + <span class="i0">Now shall I know what my fathers knew,</span> + <span class="i1"> Bodily anguish and bitter woe,</span> + <span class="i0">Naked and bound in the strong sun's glare,</span> + <span class="i0">Far from my civilised easy-chair.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Now have I tasted and understood</span> <span + class="i1"> That old-world feeling of mortal hate;</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page313" id="page313" title="313"></a> <span + class="i0">For the eyes all round us are hot with blood;</span> + <span class="i1"> They will kill us coolly—they do but + wait;</span> <span class="i0">While I, I would sell ten lives, at + least,</span> <span class="i0">For one fair stroke at that devilish + priest.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Just in return for the kick he gave,</span> <span + class="i1"> Bidding me call on the prophet's name;</span> + <span class="i0">Even a dog by this may save</span> <span class="i1"> Skin + from the knife and soul from the flame;</span> <span class="i0">My + soul! if he can let the prophet burn it,</span> <span class="i0">But + life is sweet if a word may earn it.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">A bullock's death, and at thirty years!</span> + <span class="i1"> Just one phrase, and a man gets off it;</span> + <span class="i0">Look at that mongrel clerk in his tears</span> + <span class="i1"> Whining aloud the name of the prophet;</span> + <span class="i0">Only a formula easy to patter,</span> <span + class="i0">And, God Almighty, what <i>can</i> it matter?</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">‘Matter enough,’ will my comrade say</span> + <span class="i1"> Praying aloud here close at my side,</span> + <span class="i0">‘Whether you mourn in despair alway,</span> + <span class="i1"> Cursed for ever by Christ denied;</span> + <span class="i0">Or whether you suffer a minute's pain</span> <span + class="i0">All the reward of Heaven to gain.’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Not for a moment faltereth he,</span> <span + class="i1"> Sure of the promise and pardon of sin;</span> + <span class="i0">Thus did the martyrs die, I see,</span> <span + class="i1"> Little to lose and muckle to win;</span> + <span class="i0">Death means Heaven, he longs to receive it,</span> + <span class="i0">But what shall I do if I don't believe it?</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page314" id="page314" title="314"></a> <span + class="i0">Life is pleasant, and friends may be nigh,</span> <span + class="i1"> Fain would I speak one word and be spared;</span> + <span class="i0">Yet I could be silent and cheerfully die,</span> + <span class="i1"> If I were only sure God cared;</span> + <span class="i0">If I had faith, and were only certain</span> <span + class="i0">That light is behind that terrible curtain.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But what if He listeth nothing at all,</span> + <span class="i1"> Of words a poor wretch in his terror may + say</span> <span class="i0">That mighty God who created all</span> + <span class="i1"> To labour and live their appointed day;</span> + <span class="i0">Who stoops not either to bless or ban,</span> + <span class="i0">Weaving the woof of an endless plan.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">He is the Reaper, and binds the sheaf,</span> + <span class="i1"> Shall not the season its order keep?</span> + <span class="i0">Can it be changed by a man's belief?</span> <span + class="i1"> Millions of harvests still to reap;</span> + <span class="i0">Will God reward, if I die for a creed,</span> + <span class="i0">Or will He but pity, and sow more seed?</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Surely He pities who made the brain,</span> <span + class="i1"> When breaks that mirror of memories sweet,</span> + <span class="i0">When the hard blow falleth, and never again</span> + <span class="i1"> Nerve shall quiver nor pulse shall beat;</span> + <span class="i0">Bitter the vision of vanishing joys;</span> <span + class="i0">Surely He pities when man destroys.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Here stand I on the ocean's brink,</span> <span + class="i1"> Who hath brought news of the further shore?</span> + <span class="i0">How shall I cross it? Sail or sink,</span> <span + class="i1"> One thing is sure, I return no more;</span> + <span class="i0">Shall I find haven, or aye shall I be</span> <span + class="i0">Tossed in the depths of a shoreless sea?</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page315" id="page315" title="315"></a> <span + class="i0">They tell fair tales of a far-off land,</span> <span + class="i1"> Of love rekindled, of forms renewed;</span> + <span class="i0">There may I only touch one hand</span> <span + class="i1"> Here life's ruin will little be rued;</span> + <span class="i0">But the hand I have pressed and the voice I have heard,</span> + <span class="i0">To lose them for ever, and all for a word!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Now do I feel that my heart must break</span> + <span class="i1"> All for one glimpse of a woman's face;</span> + <span class="i0">Swiftly the slumbering memories wake</span> <span + class="i1"> Odour and shadow of hour and place;</span> + <span class="i0">One bright ray through the darkening past</span> + <span class="i0">Leaps from the lamp as it brightens last,</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Showing me summer in western land</span> <span + class="i1"> Now, as the cool breeze murmureth</span> + <span class="i0">In leaf and flower—And here I stand</span> + <span class="i1"> In this plain all bare save the shadow of + death;</span> <span class="i0">Leaving my life in its full noonday,</span> + <span class="i0">And no one to know why I flung it away.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Why? Am I bidding for glory's roll?</span> <span + class="i1"> I shall be murdered and clean forgot;</span> + <span class="i0">Is it a bargain to save my soul?</span> <span + class="i1"> God, whom I trust in, bargains not;</span> + <span class="i0">Yet for the honour of English race,</span> <span + class="i0">May I not live or endure disgrace.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Ay, but the word, if I could have said it,</span> + <span class="i1"> I by no terrors of hell perplext;</span> + <span class="i0">Hard to be silent and have no credit</span> <span + class="i1"> From man in this world, or reward in the next;</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page316" id="page316" title="316"></a> <span + class="i0">None to bear witness and reckon the cost</span> <span + class="i0">Of the name that is saved by the life that is lost.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">I must be gone to the crowd untold</span> <span + class="i1"> Of men by the cause which they served unknown,</span> + <span class="i0">Who moulder in myriad graves of old;</span> <span + class="i1"> Never a story and never a stone</span> <span + class="i0">Tells of the martyrs who die like me,</span> <span + class="i0">Just for the pride of the old countree.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Lyall.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_cxvi">CXVI</a></small><br />THE OBLATION + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Ask nothing more of me, sweet;</span> <span + class="i1"> All I can give you I give.</span> <span + class="i2"> Heart of my heart, were it more,</span> + <span class="i0">More would be laid at your feet:</span> <span + class="i1"> Love that should help you to live,</span> + <span class="i2"> Song that should spur you to + soar.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">All things were nothing to give</span> <span + class="i1"> Once to have sense of you more,</span> <span + class="i2"> Touch you and taste of you, sweet,</span> + <span class="i0">Think you and breathe you and live,</span> <span + class="i1"> Swept of your wings as they soar,</span> + <span class="i2"> Trodden by chance of your feet.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">I that have love and no more</span> <span + class="i1"> Give you but love of you, sweet:</span> + <span class="i2"> He that hath more, let him + give;</span> <span class="i0">He that hath wings, let him soar;</span> + <span class="i1"> Mine is the heart at your feet</span> + <span class="i2"> Here, that must love you to + live.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Swinburne.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page317" id="page317" title="317"></a><small><a + href="#note_cxvi">CXVII</a></small><br />ENGLAND + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">England, queen of the waves, whose green inviolate + girdle enrings thee round,</span> <span class="i0">Mother fair as + the morning, where is now the place of thy foemen found?</span> + <span class="i0">Still the sea that salutes us free proclaims them + stricken, acclaims thee crowned.</span> <span class="i0">Time may + change, and the skies grow strange with signs of treason, and fraud, and + fear:</span> <span class="i0">Foes in union of strange communion + may rise against thee from far and near:</span> <span class="i0">Sloth + and greed on thy strength may feed as cankers waxing from year to year.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Yet, though treason and fierce unreason should league + and lie and defame and smite,</span> <span class="i0">We that know + thee, how far below thee the hatred burns of the sons of night,</span> + <span class="i0">We that love thee, behold above thee the witness + written of life in light.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Life that shines from thee shows forth signs that none + may read not by eyeless foes:</span> <span class="i0">Hate, born + blind, in his abject mind grows hopeful now but as madness grows:</span> + <span class="i0">Love, born wise, with exultant eyes adores thy glory, + beholds and glows.</span> <span class="i0">Truth is in thee, and + none may win thee to lie, forsaking the face of truth:</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page318" id="page318" title="318"></a> <span + class="i0">Freedom lives by the grace she gives thee, born again from + thy deathless youth:</span> <span class="i0">Faith should fail, and + the world turn pale, wert thou the prey of the serpent's tooth.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Greed and fraud, unabashed, unawed, may strive to sting + thee at heel in vain;</span> <span class="i0">Craft and fear and + mistrust may leer and mourn and murmur and plead and plain:</span> + <span class="i0">Thou art thou: and thy sunbright brow is hers that + blasted the strength of Spain.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Mother, mother beloved, none other could claim in place + of thee England's place:</span> <span class="i0">Earth bears none + that beholds the sun so pure of record, so clothed with grace:</span> + <span class="i0">Dear our mother, nor son nor brother is thine, as + strong or as fair of face,</span> <span class="i0">How shalt thou + be abased? or how shalt fear take hold of thy heart? of thine,</span> + <span class="i0">England, maiden immortal, laden with charge of life and + with hopes divine?</span> <span class="i0">Earth shall wither, when + eyes turned hither behold not light in her darkness shine.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">England, none that is born thy son, and lives by grace + of thy glory, free,</span> <span class="i0">Lives and yearns not at + heart and burns with hope to serve as he worships thee;</span> + <span class="i0">None may sing thee: the sea-wind's wing beats down our + songs as it hails the sea.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Swinburne.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page319" id="page319" title="319"></a><small><a + href="#note_cxvi">CXVIII</a></small><br />A JACOBITE IN EXILE + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">The weary day rins down and dies,</span> <span + class="i1"> The weary night wears through:</span> <span + class="i0">And never an hour is fair wi' flower,</span> <span + class="i1"> And never a flower wi' dew.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">I would the day were night for me,</span> <span + class="i1"> I would the night were day:</span> <span + class="i0">For then would I stand in my ain fair land,</span> <span + class="i1"> As now in dreams I may.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">O lordly flow the Loire and Seine,</span> <span + class="i1"> And loud the dark Durance:</span> <span + class="i0">But bonnier shine the braes of Tyne</span> <span + class="i1"> Than a' the fields of France;</span> <span + class="i0">And the waves of Till that speak sae still</span> <span + class="i1"> Gleam goodlier where they glance.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">O weel were they that fell fighting</span> <span + class="i1"> On dark Drumossie's day:</span> <span + class="i0">They keep their hame ayont the faem</span> <span + class="i1"> And we die far away.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">O sound they sleep, and saft, and deep,</span> + <span class="i1"> But night and day wake we;</span> + <span class="i0">And ever between the sea banks green</span> <span + class="i1"> Sounds loud the sundering sea.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And ill we sleep, sae sair we weep</span> <span + class="i1"> But sweet and fast sleep they:</span> <span + class="i0">And the mool that haps them roun' and laps them</span> + <span class="i1"> Is e'en their country's clay;</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page320" id="page320" title="320"></a> <span + class="i0">But the land we tread that are not dead</span> <span + class="i1"> Is strange as night by day.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Strange as night in a strange man's sight,</span> + <span class="i1"> Though fair as dawn it be:</span> + <span class="i0">For what is here that a stranger's cheer</span> + <span class="i1"> Should yet wax blithe to see?</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The hills stand steep, the dells lie deep,</span> + <span class="i1"> The fields are green and gold:</span> + <span class="i0">The hill-streams sing, and the hill-sides ring,</span> + <span class="i1"> As ours at home of old.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But hills and flowers are nane of ours,</span> + <span class="i1"> And ours are over sea:</span> <span + class="i0">And the kind strange land whereon we stand,</span> <span + class="i1"> It wotsna what were we</span> <span + class="i0">Or ever we came, wi' scathe and shame,</span> <span + class="i1"> To try what end might be.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Scathe and shame, and a waefu' name,</span> <span + class="i1"> And a weary time and strange,</span> <span + class="i0">Have they that seeing a weird for dreeing</span> <span + class="i1"> Can die, and cannot change.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Shame and scorn may we thole that mourn,</span> + <span class="i1"> Though sair be they to dree:</span> + <span class="i0">But ill may we bide the thoughts we hide,</span> + <span class="i1"> Mair keen than wind and sea.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Ill may we thole the night's watches,</span> <span + class="i1"> And ill the weary day:</span> <span + class="i0">And the dreams that keep the gates of sleep,</span> + <span class="i1"> A waefu' gift gie they;</span> <span + class="i0">For the songs they sing us, the sights they bring us,</span> + <span class="i1"> The morn blaws all away.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page321" id="page321" title="321"></a> <span + class="i0">On Aikenshaw the sun blinks braw,</span> <span class="i1"> The + burn rins blithe and fain:</span> <span class="i0">There's nought + wi' me I wadna gie</span> <span class="i1"> To look + thereon again.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">On Keilder-side the wind blaws wide:</span> <span + class="i1"> There sounds nae hunting-horn</span> <span + class="i0">That rings sae sweet as the winds that beat</span> <span + class="i1"> Round banks where Tyne is born.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The Wansbeck sings with all her springs</span> + <span class="i1"> The bents and braes give ear;</span> + <span class="i0">But the wood that rings wi' the sang she sings</span> + <span class="i1"> I may not see nor hear;</span> <span + class="i0">For far and far thae blithe burns are,</span> <span + class="i1"> And strange is a' thing near.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The light there lightens, the day there brightens,</span> + <span class="i1"> The loud wind there lives free:</span> + <span class="i0">Nae light comes nigh me or wind blaws by me</span> + <span class="i1"> That I wad hear or see.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">But O gin I were there again,</span> <span + class="i1"> Afar ayont the faem,</span> <span class="i0">Cauld + and dead in the sweet saft bed</span> <span class="i1"> That + haps my sires at hame!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">We'll see nae mair the sea-banks fair,</span> + <span class="i1"> And the sweet grey gleaming sky,</span> + <span class="i0">And the lordly strand of Northumberland,</span> + <span class="i1"> And the goodly towers thereby;</span> + <span class="i0">And none shall know but the winds that blow</span> + <span class="i1"> The graves wherein we lie.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Swinburne.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page322" id="page322" title="322"></a><small><a + href="#note_cxix">CXIX</a></small><br />THE REVEILLÉ + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i1"> Hark! I hear the tramp of thousands,</span> + <span class="i2"> And of armèd men the + hum;</span> <span class="i1"> Lo! a nation's hosts have + gathered</span> <span class="i2"> Round the + quick alarming drum,—</span> <span class="i5"> Saying, + ‘Come,</span> <span class="i5"> Freemen, + come!</span> <span class="i0">Ere your heritage be wasted,’ + said the quick alarming drum.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i1"> ‘Let me of my heart take counsel:</span> + <span class="i2"> War is not of life the sum;</span> + <span class="i1"> Who shall stay and reap the harvest</span> + <span title="Closing quote missing in original" class="i2"> When + the autumn days shall come?’</span> <span class="i5"> But + the drum</span> <span class="i5"> Echoed, + ‘Come!</span> <span class="i0">Death shall reap the braver + harvest,’ said the solemn-sounding drum.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i1"> ‘But when won the coming battle,</span> + <span class="i2"> What of profit springs + therefrom?</span> <span class="i1"> What if conquest, + subjugation,</span> <span class="i2"> Even + greater ills become?’</span> <span class="i5"> But + the drum</span> <span class="i5"> Answered, + ‘Come!</span> <span class="i0">You must do the sum to prove + it,’ said the Yankee-answering drum.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i1"> ‘What if, 'mid the cannons' thunder,</span> + <span class="i2"> Whistling shot and bursting + bomb,</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page323" id="page323" + title="323"></a> <span class="i1"> When my brothers fall + around me,</span> <span class="i2"> Should + my heart grow cold and numb?’</span> <span class="i5"> But + the drum</span> <span class="i5"> Answered, + ‘Come!</span> <span class="i0">Better there in death united, + than in life a recreant,—Come!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i1"> Thus they answered,—hoping, fearing,</span> + <span class="i2"> Some in faith, and doubting + some,</span> <span class="i1"> Till a trumpet-voice + proclaiming,</span> <span class="i2"> Said, + ‘My chosen people, come!’</span> <span class="i5"> Then + the drum,</span> <span class="i5"> Lo! + was dumb,</span> <span class="i0">For the great heart of the + nation, throbbing, answered, ‘Lord, we come!’</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Bret Harte.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_cxix">CXX</a></small><br />WHAT THE BULLET SANG + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">O Joy of creation</span> <span class="i4"> To + be!</span> <span class="i0">O rapture to fly</span> <span + class="i4"> And be free!</span> + <span class="i0">Be the battle lost or won</span> <span class="i0">Though + its smoke shall hide the sun,</span> <span class="i0">I shall find + my love—the one</span> <span class="i4"> Born + for me!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">I shall know him where he stands,</span> <span + class="i4"> All alone,</span> + <span class="i0">With the power in his hands</span> <span class="i4"> Not + o'erthrown;</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page324" id="page324" + title="324"></a> <span class="i0">I shall know him by his face,</span> + <span class="i0">By his god-like front and grace;</span> <span + class="i0">I shall hold him for a space</span> <span class="i4"> All + my own!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">It is he—O my love!</span> <span class="i4"> So + bold!</span> <span class="i0">It is I—All thy love</span> + <span class="i4"> Foretold!</span> + <span class="i0">It is I. O love! what bliss!</span> <span + class="i0">Dost thou answer to my kiss?</span> <span class="i0">O + sweetheart! what is this</span> <span class="i4"> Lieth + there so cold?</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Bret Harte.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_cxxi">CXXI</a></small><br />A BALLAD OF THE ARMADA + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">King Philip had vaunted his claims;</span> <span + class="i1"> He had sworn for a year he would sack us;</span> + <span class="i0">With an army of heathenish names</span> <span + class="i1"> He was coming to fagot and stack us;</span> + <span class="i1"> Like the thieves of the sea he would track + us,</span> <span class="i0">And shatter our ships on the main;</span> + <span class="i1"> But we had bold Neptune to back us—</span> + <span class="i0">And where are the galleons of Spain?</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">His carackes were christened of dames</span> <span + class="i1"> To the kirtles whereof he would tack us;</span> + <span class="i0">With his saints and his gilded stern-frames</span> + <span class="i1"> He had thought like an egg shell to crack + us;</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page325" id="page325" + title="325"></a> <span class="i1"> Now Howard may get to his + Flaccus,</span> <span class="i0">And Drake to his Devon again,</span> + <span class="i1"> And Hawkins bowl rubbers to Bacchus—</span> + <span class="i0">For where are the galleons of Spain?</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Let his Majesty hang to St. James</span> <span + class="i1"> The axe that he whetted to hack us;</span> + <span class="i0">He must play at some lustier games</span> <span + class="i1"> Or at sea he can hope to out-thwack us;</span> + <span class="i1"> To his mines of Peru he would pack us</span> + <span class="i0">To tug at his bullet and chain;</span> <span + class="i1"> Alas! that his Greatness should lack us!—</span> + <span class="i0">But where are the galleons of Spain?</span> + </p> + <h3> + ENVOY + </h3> + <p> + <span class="i1"> Gloriana!—the Don may attack us</span> + <span class="i0">Whenever his stomach be fain;</span> <span + class="i1"> He must reach us before he can rack us, ...</span> + <span class="i0">And where are the galleons of Spain?</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Dobson.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_cxxii">CXXII</a></small><br />THE WHITE PACHA + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Vain is the dream! However Hope may rave,</span> + <span class="i0">He perished with the folk he could not save,</span> + <span class="i0">And though none surely told us he is dead,</span> + <span class="i0">And though perchance another in his stead,</span> + <span class="i0">Another, not less brave, when all was done,</span> + <span class="i0">Had fled unto the southward and the sun,</span> + <span class="i0">Had urged a way by force, or won by guile</span> + <span class="i0">To streams remotest of the secret Nile,</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page326" id="page326" title="326"></a> <span + class="i0">Had raised an army of the Desert men,</span> <span + class="i0">And, waiting for his hour, had turned again</span> <span + class="i0">And fallen on that False Prophet, yet we know</span> + <span class="i0"><strong>Gordon</strong> is dead, and these things are + not so!</span> <span class="i0">Nay, not for England's cause, nor + to restore</span> <span class="i0">Her trampled flag—for he + loved Honour more—</span> <span class="i0">Nay, not for Life, + Revenge, or Victory,</span> <span class="i0">Would he have fled, + whose hour had dawned to die.</span> <span class="i0">He will not + come again, whate'er our need,</span> <span class="i0">He will not + come, who is happy, being freed</span> <span class="i0">From the + deathly flesh and perishable things,</span> <span class="i0">And + lies of statesmen and rewards of kings.</span> <span class="i0">Nay, + somewhere by the sacred River's shore</span> <span class="i0">He + sleeps like those who shall return no more,</span> <span class="i0">No + more return for all the prayers of men—</span> <span + class="i0">Arthur and Charles—they never come again!</span> + <span class="i0">They shall not wake, though fair the vision seem:</span> + <span class="i0">Whate'er sick Hope may whisper, vain the dream!</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Lang.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_cxxiii">CXXIII</a></small><br />MOTHER AND SON + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">It is not yours, O mother, to complain,</span> + <span class="i0">Not, mother, yours to weep,</span> <span class="i0">Though + nevermore your son again</span> <span class="i0">Shall to your + bosom creep,</span> <span class="i0">Though nevermore again you + watch your baby sleep.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Though in the greener paths of earth</span> <span + class="i0">Mother and child, no more</span> <span class="i0">We + wander; and no more the birth</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page327" id="page327" title="327"></a> <span class="i0">Of me whom + once you bore,</span> <span class="i0">Seems still the brave reward + that once it seemed of yore;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Though as all passes, day and night,</span> <span + class="i0">The seasons and the years,</span> <span class="i0">From + you, O mother, this delight,</span> <span class="i0">This also + disappears—</span> <span class="i0">Some profit yet survives + of all your pangs and tears.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The child, the seed, the grain of corn,</span> + <span class="i0">The acorn on the hill,</span> <span class="i0">Each + for some separate end is born</span> <span class="i0">In season + fit, and still</span> <span class="i0">Each must in strength arise + to work the Almighty will.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">So from the hearth the children flee,</span> <span + class="i0">By that Almighty hand</span> <span class="i0">Austerely + led; so one by sea</span> <span class="i0">Goes forth, and one by + land;</span> <span class="i0">Nor aught of all men's sons escapes + from that command.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">So from the sally each obeys</span> <span + class="i0">The unseen Almighty nod;</span> <span class="i0">So till + the ending all their ways</span> <span class="i0">Blind-folded loth + have trod:</span> <span class="i0">Nor knew their task at all, but + were the tools of God.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">And as the fervent smith of yore</span> <span + class="i0">Beat out the glowing blade,</span> <span class="i0">Nor + wielded in the front of war</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page328" id="page328" title="328"></a> <span class="i0">The + weapons that he made,</span> <span class="i0">But in the tower at + home still plied his ringing trade;</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">So like a sword the son shall roam</span> <span + class="i0">On nobler missions sent;</span> <span class="i0">And as + the smith remained at home</span> <span class="i0">In peaceful + turret pent,</span> <span class="i0">So sits the while at home the + mother well content.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Stevenson.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_cxxiv">CXXIV</a></small><br />PRAYERS + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">God who created me</span> <span class="i1"> Nimble + and light of limb,</span> <span class="i0">In three elements free,</span> + <span class="i1"> To run, to ride, to swim:</span> <span + class="i0">Not when the sense is dim,</span> <span class="i1"> But + now from the heart of joy,</span> <span class="i0">I would remember + Him:</span> <span class="i1"> Take the thanks of a boy.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Jesu, King and Lord,</span> <span class="i1"> Whose + are my foes to fight,</span> <span class="i0">Gird me with Thy + sword</span> <span class="i1"> Swift and sharp and + bright.</span> <span class="i0">Thee would I serve if I might;</span> + <span class="i1"> And conquer if I can,</span> <span + class="i0">From day-dawn till night,</span> <span class="i1"> Take + the strength of a man.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page329" id="page329" title="329"></a> <span + class="i0">Spirit of Love and Truth,</span> <span class="i1"> Breathing + in grosser clay,</span> <span class="i0">The light and flame of + youth,</span> <span class="i1"> Delight of men in the + fray,</span> <span class="i0">Wisdom in strength's decay;</span> + <span class="i1"> From pain, strife, wrong to be free</span> + <span class="i0">This best gift I pray,</span> <span class="i1"> Take + my spirit to Thee.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Beeching.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <small><a href="#note_cxxv">CXXV</a></small><br />A BALLAD OF EAST AND + WEST + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Kamal is out with twenty men to raise the Border side,</span> + <span class="i0">And he has lifted the Colonel's mare that is the + Colonel's pride:</span> <span class="i0">He has lifted her out of + the stable-door between the dawn and the day,</span> <span + class="i0">And turned the calkins upon her feet, and ridden her far + away.</span> <span class="i0">Then up and spoke the Colonel's son + that led a troop of the Guides:</span> <span class="i0">‘Is + there never a man of all my men can say where Kamal hides?’</span> + <span class="i0">Then up and spoke Mahommed Khan, the son of the + Ressaldar,</span> <span class="i0">‘If ye know the track of + the morning-mist, ye know where his pickets are.</span> <span + class="i0">At dusk he harries the Abazai—at dawn he is into Bonair—</span> + <span class="i0">But he must go by Fort Bukloh to his own place to fare,</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page330" id="page330" title="330"></a> <span + class="i0">So if ye gallop to Fort Bukloh as fast as a bird can fly,</span> + <span class="i0">By the favour of God ye may cut him off ere he win to + the Tongue of Jagai.</span> <span class="i0">But if he be passed + the Tongue of Jagai, right swiftly turn ye then,</span> <span + class="i0">For the length and the breadth of that grisly plain are sown + with Kamal's men.’</span> <span class="i1"> The + Colonel's son has taken a horse, and a raw rough dun was he,</span> + <span class="i0">With the mouth of a bell and the heart of Hell and the + head of the gallows-tree.</span> <span class="i0">The Colonel's son + to the Fort has won, they bid him stay to eat—</span> <span + class="i0">Who rides at the tail of a Border thief, he sits not long at + his meat.</span> <span class="i0">He's up and away from Fort Bukloh + as fast as he can fly,</span> <span class="i0">Till he was aware of + his father's mare in the gut of the Tongue of Jagai,</span> <span + class="i0">Till he was aware of his father's mare with Kamal upon her + back,</span> <span class="i0">And when he could spy the white of + her eye, he made the pistol crack.</span> <span class="i0">He has + fired once, he has fired twice, but the whistling ball went wide.</span> + <span class="i0">‘Ye shoot like a soldier,’ Kamal said. + ‘Show now if ye can ride.’</span> <span class="i0">It's + up and over the Tongue of Jagai, as blown dust-devils go,</span> + <span class="i0">The dun he fled like a stag of ten, but the mare like a + barren doe.</span> <a class="pagebreak" name="page331" id="page331" + title="331"></a> <span class="i0">The dun he leaned against the bit and + slugged his head above,</span> <span class="i0">But the red mare + played with the snaffle-bars as a lady plays with a glove.</span> + <span class="i0">They have ridden the low moon out of the sky, their + hoofs drum up the dawn,</span> <span class="i0">The dun he went + like a wounded bull, but the mare like a new-roused fawn.</span> + <span class="i0">The dun he fell at a water-course—in a woful heap + fell he,—</span> <span class="i0">And Kamal has turned the + red mare back, and pulled the rider free.</span> <span class="i0">He + has knocked the pistol out of his hand—small room was there to + strive—</span> <span class="i0">‘'Twas only by favour + of mine,’ quoth he, ‘ye rode so long alive;</span> + <span class="i0">There was not a rock for twenty mile, there was not a + clump of tree,</span> <span class="i0">But covered a man of my own + men with his rifle cocked on his knee.</span> <span class="i0">If I + had raised my bridle-hand, as I have held it low,</span> <span + class="i0">The little jackals that flee so fast were feasting all in a + row;</span> <span class="i0">If I had bowed my head on my breast, + as I have held it high,</span> <span class="i0">The kite that + whistles above us now were gorged till she could not fly.’</span> + <span class="i0">Lightly answered the Colonel's son:—‘Do + good to bird and beast,</span> <span class="i0">But count who come + for the broken meats before thou makest a feast.</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page332" id="page332" title="332"></a> <span + class="i0">If there should follow a thousand swords to carry my bones + away,</span> <span class="i0">Belike the price of a jackal's meal + were more than a thief could pay.</span> <span class="i0">They will + feed their horse on the standing crop, their men on the garnered grain,</span> + <span class="i0">The thatch of the byres will serve their fires when all + the cattle are slain.</span> <span class="i0">But if thou thinkest + the price be fair, and thy brethren wait to sup,</span> <span + class="i0">The hound is kin to the jackal-spawn,—howl, dog, and + call them up!</span> <span class="i0">And if thou thinkest the + price be high, in steer and gear and stack,</span> <span class="i0">Give + me my father's mare again, and I'll fight my own way back!’</span> + <span class="i0">Kamal has gripped him by the hand and set him upon his + feet.</span> <span class="i0">‘No talk shall be of dogs,’ + said he, ‘when wolf and grey wolf meet.</span> <span + class="i0">May I eat dirt if thou hast hurt of me in deed or breath.</span> + <span class="i0">What dam of lances brought thee forth to jest at the + dawn with Death?’</span> <span class="i0">Lightly answered + the Colonel's son:—‘I hold by the blood of my clan;</span> + <span class="i0">Take up the mare for my father's gift—By God she + has carried a man!’</span> <span class="i0">The red mare ran + to the Colonel's son, and nuzzled her nose in his breast,</span> + <span class="i0">‘We be two strong men,’ said Kamal then, + ‘but she loveth the younger best.</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page333" id="page333" title="333"></a> <span class="i0">So she + shall go with a lifter's dower, my turquoise studded rein,</span> + <span class="i0">My broidered saddle and saddle-cloth, and silver + stirrups twain.’</span> <span class="i0">The Colonel's son a + pistol drew and held it muzzle-end,</span> <span class="i0">‘Ye + have taken the one from a foe,’ said he; ‘will ye take the + mate from a friend?’</span> <span class="i0">‘A gift + for a gift,’ said Kamal straight; ‘a limb for the risk of a + limb.</span> <span class="i0">Thy father has sent his son to me, + I'll send my son to him!’</span> <span class="i0">With that + he whistled his only son, who dropped from a mountain-crest—</span> + <span class="i0">He trod the ling like a buck in spring and he looked + like a lance in rest.</span> <span class="i0">‘Now here is + thy master,’ Kamal said, ‘who leads a troop of the Guides,</span> + <span class="i0">And thou must ride at his left side as shield to + shoulder rides.</span> <span class="i0">Till Death or I cut loose + the tie, at camp and board and bed,</span> <span class="i0">Thy + life is his—thy fate it is to guard him with thy head.</span> + <span class="i0">And thou must eat the White Queen's meat, and all her + foes are thine,</span> <span class="i0">And thou must harry thy + father's hold for the peace of the Border-line,</span> <span + class="i0">And thou must make a trooper tough and hack thy way to power—</span> + <span class="i0">Belike they will raise thee to Ressaldar when I am + hanged in Peshawur.’</span> <a class="pagebreak" + name="page334" id="page334" title="334"></a> <span class="i1"> They + have looked each other between the eyes, and there they found no fault,</span> + <span class="i0">They have taken the Oath of the Brother-in-Blood on + leavened bread and salt;</span> <span class="i0">They have taken + the Oath of the Brother-in-Blood on fire and fresh-cut sod,</span> + <span class="i0">On the hilt and the haft of the Khyber knife, and the + Wondrous Names of God.</span> <span class="i0">The Colonel's son he + rides the mare and Kamal's boy the dun,</span> <span class="i0">And + two have come back to Fort Bukloh where there went forth but one.</span> + <span class="i0">And when they drew to the Quarter-Guard, full twenty + swords flew clear—</span> <span class="i0">There was not a + man but carried his feud with the blood of the mountaineer.</span> + <span class="i0">‘Ha' done! ha' done!’ said the Colonel's + son. ‘Put up the steel at your sides!</span> <span class="i0">Last + night ye had struck at a Border thief—to-night 'tis a man of the + Guides!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">Oh, east is east, and west is west, and never the two + shall meet</span> <span class="i0">Till earth and sky stand + presently at God's great Judgment Seat.</span> <span class="i0">But + there is neither east nor west, border or breed or birth,</span> + <span class="i0">When two strong men stand face to face, though they + come from the ends of the earth.</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Kipling.</i> + </p> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page335" id="page335" title="335"></a><small><a + href="#note_cxxvi">CXXVI</a></small><br />THE FLAG OF ENGLAND + </h2> + <p> + <span class="i0">Winds of the World, give answer! They are whimpering to + and fro—</span> <span class="i1"> And what should + they know of England who only England know?—</span> <span + class="i1"> The poor little street-bred people that vapour + and fume and brag,</span> <span class="i1"> They are + lifting their heads in the stillness to yelp at the English Flag.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i1"> Must we borrow a clout from the Boer—to + plaster anew with dirt?</span> <span class="i1"> An + Irish liar's bandage, or an English coward's shirt?</span> <span + class="i1"> We may not speak of England; her Flag's to sell + or share.</span> <span class="i1"> What is the Flag of + England? Winds of the World, declare!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The North Wind blew:—‘From Bergen my + steel-shod vanguards go;</span> <span class="i1"> I + chase your lazy whalers home from the Disko floe;</span> <span + class="i1"> By the great North Lights above me I work the + will of God,</span> <span class="i1"> And the liner + splits on the ice-fields or the Dogger fills with cod.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i1"> I barred my gates with iron, I shuttered my + doors with flame,</span> <span class="i1"> Because to + force my ramparts your nutshell navies came;</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page336" id="page336" title="336"></a> <span + class="i1"> I took the sun from their presence, I cut them + down with my blast,</span> <span class="i1"> And they + died, but the Flag of England blew free ere the spirit passed.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i1"> The lean white bear hath seen it in the + long, long Arctic night,</span> <span class="i1"> The + musk-ox knows the standard that flouts the Northern Light:</span> + <span class="i1"> What is the Flag of England? Ye have but my + bergs to dare,</span> <span class="i1"> Ye have but my + drifts to conquer. Go forth, for it is there!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The South Wind sighed:—‘From the Virgins my + mid-sea course was ta'en</span> <span class="i1"> Over a + thousand islands lost in an idle main,</span> <span class="i1"> Where + the sea-egg flames on the coral and the long-backed breakers croon</span> + <span class="i1"> Their endless ocean legends to the lazy, + locked lagoon.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i1"> Strayed amid lonely islets, mazed amid + outer keys,</span> <span class="i1"> I waked the palms + to laughter—I tossed the scud in the breeze—</span> + <span class="i1"> Never was isle so little, never was sea so + lone,</span> <span class="i1"> But over the scud and the + palm trees an English flag was flown.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i1"> I have wrenched it free from the halliard + to hang for a wisp on the Horn;</span> <span class="i1"> I + have chased it north to the Lizard—ribboned and rolled and torn;</span> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page337" id="page337" title="337"></a> <span + class="i1"> I have spread its fold o'er the dying, adrift in + a hopeless sea;</span> <span class="i1"> I have hurled + it swift on the slaver, and seen the slave set free.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i1"> My basking sunfish know it, and wheeling + albatross,</span> <span class="i1"> Where the lone wave + fills with fire beneath the Southern Cross.</span> <span class="i1"> What + is the Flag of England? Ye have but my reefs to dare,</span> <span + class="i1"> Ye have but my seas to furrow. Go forth, for it + is there!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The East Wind roared:—‘From the Kuriles, + the Bitter Seas, I come,</span> <span class="i1"> And me + men call the Home-Wind, for I bring the English home.</span> <span + class="i1"> Look—look well to your shipping! By the + breath of my mad typhoon</span> <span class="i1"> I + swept your close-packed Praya and beached your best at Kowloon!</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i1"> The reeling junks behind me and the racing + seas before,</span> <span class="i1"> I raped your + richest roadstead—I plundered Singapore!</span> <span + class="i1"> I set my hand on the Hoogli; as a hooded snake + she rose,</span> <span class="i1"> And I heaved your + stoutest steamers to roost with the startled crows.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i1"> Never the lotos closes, never the wild-fowl + wake.</span> <span class="i1"> But a soul goes out on + the East Wind that died for England's sake—</span> <a + class="pagebreak" name="page338" id="page338" title="338"></a> <span + class="i1"> Man or woman or suckling, mother or bride or maid—</span> + <span class="i1"> Because on the bones of the English the + English Flag is stayed.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i1"> The desert-dust hath dimmed it, the flying + wild-ass knows,</span> <span class="i1"> The scared + white leopard winds it across the taintless snows.</span> <span + class="i1"> What is the Flag of England? Ye have but my sun + to dare,</span> <span class="i1"> Ye have but my sands + to travel. Go forth, for it is there!’</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i0">The West Wind called:—‘In squadrons the + thoughtless galleons fly</span> <span class="i1"> That + bear the wheat and cattle lest street-bred people die.</span> <span + class="i1"> They make my might their porter, they make my + house their path,</span> <span class="i1"> And I loose + my neck from their service and whelm them all in my wrath.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i1"> I draw the gliding fog-bank as a snake is + drawn from the hole,</span> <span class="i1"> They + bellow one to the other, the frighted ship-bells toll:</span> <span + class="i1"> For day is a drifting terror till I raise the + shroud with my breath,</span> <span class="i1"> And they + see strange bows above them and the two go locked to death.</span> + </p> + <p> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page339" id="page339" title="339"></a> <span + class="i1"> But whether in calm or wrack-wreath, whether by + dark or day</span> <span class="i1"> I heave them whole + to the conger or rip their plates away,</span> <span class="i1"> First + of the scattered legions, under a shrieking sky,</span> <span + class="i1"> Dipping between the rollers, the English Flag + goes by.</span> + </p> + <p> + <span class="i1"> The dead dumb fog hath wrapped it—the + frozen dews have kissed—</span> <span class="i1"> The + morning stars have hailed it, a fellow-star in the mist.</span> + <span class="i1"> What is the Flag of England? Ye have but my + breath to dare,</span> <span class="i1"> Ye have but my + waves to conquer. Go forth, for it is there!’</span> + </p> + <p class="poet"> + <i>Kipling.</i> + </p> + </div> + <div class="notes"> + <h2> + <a name="page340" id="page340"></a><a class="pagebreak" name="page341" + id="page341" title="341"></a>NOTES + </h2> + <h3> + <a name="note_i" id="note_i"></a><a href="#page1">I</a> + </h3> + <p> + This descant upon one of the most glorious feats of arms that even + England has achieved is selected and pieced together from the + magnificent verse assigned to the Chorus—‘<i>Enter <strong>Rumour</strong> + painted full of tongues</i>’—to <i>King Henry V.</i>, the + noble piece of pageantry produced in 1598, and a famous number from the + <i>Poems Lyrick and Pastorall</i> (<i>circ.</i> 1605) of Michael + Drayton. ‘Look,’ says Ben Jonson, in his <i>Vision on the + Muses of his Friend, Michael Drayton</i>:— + </p> + <blockquote class="poetry"> + <p> + <span class="i0">Look how we read the Spartans were inflamed</span> + <span class="i0">With bold Tyrtæus' verse; when thou art named</span> + <span class="i0">So shall our English youths urge on, and cry</span> + <span class="i0">An <strong>Agincourt!</strong> an <strong>Agincourt!</strong> + or die.</span> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + This, it is true, was in respect of another <i>Agincourt</i>, but we + need not hesitate to appropriate it to our own: in respect of which—‘To + the Cambro-Britons and their Harp, His <i>Ballad of Agincourt</i>,’ + is the poet's own description—it is to note that Drayton had no + model for it; that it remains wellnigh unique in English letters for + over two hundred years; and that, despite such lapses into doggerel as + the third stanza, and some curious infelicities of diction which need + not here be specified, it remains, with a certain Sonnet, its author's + chief title to fame. Compare the ballads of <i>The Brave Lord Willoughby</i> + and <i>The Honour of Bristol</i> in the seventeenth century, the song of + <i>The Arethusa</i> in the eighteenth, and in the nineteenth a choice of + such Tyrtæan music as <i>The Battle of the Baltic</i>, Lord + Tennyson's <i>Ballad of the Fleet</i>, and <i>The Red Thread of Honour</i> + of the late Sir Francis Doyle. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_ii" id="note_ii"></a><a href="#page11">II</a> + </h3> + <p> + Originally <i>The True Character of a Happy Life</i>: written and + printed about 1614, and reprinted by Percy (1765) from the <i>Reliquiæ + Wottonianæ</i> of 1651. Says Drummond of Ben Jonson, ‘Sir + Edward (<i>sic</i>) Wotton's verses of a Happy Life he hath by heart.’ + Of Wotton himself it was reserved for Cowley to remark that + </p> + <blockquote class="poetry"> + <p> + <span class="i0">He did the utmost bounds of knowledge find,</span> + <span class="i0">And found them not so large as was his mind;</span> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <span class="i0">And when he saw that he through all had passed</span> + <span class="i0">He died—lest he should idle grow at last.</span> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + See Izaak Walton, <i>Lives</i>. + </p> + <h3> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page342" id="page342" title="342"></a><a + name="note_iii" id="note_iii"></a><a href="#page12">III</a>, <a + href="#page13">IV</a> + </h3> + <p> + From <i>Underwoods</i> (1640). The first, <i>An Ode</i>, is addressed to + an innominate not yet, I believe, identified. The second is part of that + <i>Ode to the Immortal Memory of that Heroic Pair, Sir Lucius Cary and + Sir Henry Morrison</i>, which is the first true Pindaric in the + language. Gifford ascribes it to 1629, when Sir Henry died, but it seems + not to have been printed before 1640. Sir Lucius Cary is the Lord + Falkland of Clarendon and Horace Walpole. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_v" id="note_v"></a><a href="#page13">V</a> + </h3> + <p> + From <i>The Mad Lover</i> (produced about 1618: published in 1640). + Compare the wooden imitations of Dryden in <i>Amboyna</i> and elsewhere. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_vi" id="note_vi"></a><a href="#page15">VI</a> + </h3> + <p> + First printed, Mr. Bullen tells me, in 1640. Compare X. (Shirley, <i>post</i>, + p. <a href="#page20">20</a>), and the cry from Raleigh's <i>History of + the World</i>: ‘O Eloquent, Just, and Mighty Death! Whom none + could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; + and whom all the World hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the + World and despised: thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched + Greatness, all the Pride, Cruelty, and Ambition of Man, and covered it + all over with these two narrow words, “<i>Hic Jacet</i>.”’ + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_vii" id="note_vii"></a><a href="#page15">VII</a>, <a + href="#page18">VIII</a> + </h3> + <p> + This pair of ‘noble numbers,’ of brilliant and fervent + lyrics, is from <i>Hesperides, or, The Works both Human and Divine of + Robert Herrich, Esq.</i> (1648). + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_ix" id="note_ix"></a><a href="#page19">IX</a> + </h3> + <p> + No. 61, ‘<i>Vertue</i>,’ in <i>The Temple: Sacred Poems and + Private Ejaculations</i>, 1632–33. Compare Herbert to Christopher + Farrer, as reported by Izaak Walton:—‘Tell him that I do not + repine, but am pleased with my want of health; and tell him, my heart is + fixed on that place where true joy is only to be found, and that I long + to be there, and do wait for my appointed change with hope and patience.’ + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_x" id="note_x"></a><a href="#page20">X</a> + </h3> + <p> + From <i>The Contention of Ajax and Ulysses</i>, printed 1659. Compare + VI. (Beaumont, <i>ante</i>, p. <a href="#page15">15</a>), and Bacon, <i>Essays</i>, + ‘On Death’: <a class="pagebreak" name="page343" id="page343" + title="343"></a> ‘But, above all, believe it, the sweetest + canticle is <i>Nunc dimittis</i>, when a man hath attained worthy ends + and expectations.’ + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_xi" id="note_xi"></a><a href="#page21">XI</a> + </h3> + <p> + Written in the November of 1637, and printed next year in the <i>Obsequies + to the Memorie of Mr. Edward King</i>. ‘In this Monody,’ the + title runs, ‘the Author bewails a Learned Friend unfortunately + drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, 1637. And by + occasion foretells the ruine of our corrupted Clergie, then in their + height.’ King, who died at five- or six-and-twenty, was a personal + friend of Milton's, but the true accents of grief are inaudible in <i>Lycidas</i>, + which is, indeed, an example as perfect as exists of Milton's capacity + for turning whatever he touched into pure poetry: an arrangement, that + is, of ‘the best words in the best order’; or, to go still + further than Coleridge, the best words in the prescribed or inevitable + sequence that makes the arrangement art. For the innumerable allusions + see Professor Masson's edition of Milton (Macmillan, 1890), i. 187–201, + and iii. 254–276. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_xii" id="note_xii"></a><a href="#page27">XII</a> + </h3> + <p> + The Eighth Sonnet (Masson): ‘When the Assault was Intended to the + City.’ Written in 1642, with Rupert and the King at Brentford, and + printed in the edition of 1645. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_xiii" id="note_xiii"></a><a href="#page28">XIII</a> + </h3> + <p> + The Sixteenth Sonnet (Masson): ‘To the Lord General Cromwell, May, + 1652: On the Proposals of Certain Ministers at the Committee for + Propagation of the Gospel.’ Printed by Philips, <i>Life of Milton</i>, + 1694. In defence of the principle of Religious Voluntaryism, and against + the intolerant Fifteen Proposals of John Owen and the majority of the + Committee. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_xiv" id="note_xiv"></a><a href="#page28">XIV</a> + </h3> + <p> + The Eighteenth Sonnet (Masson). ‘Written in 1655,’ says + Masson, and referring ‘to the persecution instituted, in the early + part of the year, by Charles Emmanuel <span class="sc">II.</span>, Duke + of Savoy and Prince of Piedmont, against his Protestant subjects of the + valleys of the Cottian Alps.’ In January, an edict required them + to turn Romanists or quit the country out of hand; it was enforced with + such barbarity that Cromwell took the case of the sufferers in hand; and + so vigorous was his action that the Edict was withdrawn and a convention + was signed (August 1655) by which the Vaudois were permitted to worship + as they would. Printed in 1673. + </p> + <h3> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page344" id="page344" title="344"></a><a + name="note_xv" id="note_xv"></a><a href="#page29">XV</a> + </h3> + <p> + The Nineteenth Sonnet (Masson) ‘may have been written any time + between 1652 and 1655,’ the first years of Milton's blindness, + ‘but it follows the Sonnet on the Piedmontese Massacre in Milton's + own volume of 1673.’ + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_xvi" id="note_xvi"></a><a href="#page30">XVI</a>, <a + href="#page31">XVII</a> + </h3> + <p> + From the choric parts of <i>Samson Agonistes</i> (<i>i.e.</i> the + Agonist, or Wrestler), first printed in 1671. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_xviii" id="note_xviii"></a><a href="#page31">XVIII</a> + </h3> + <p> + Of uncertain date; first printed by Watson 1706–11. The version + given here is Emerson's (which is shorter than the original), with the + exception of the last stanza, which is Napier's (<i>Montrose</i>, i. + Appendices). Napier is at great pains to prove that the ballad is + allegorical, and that Montrose's ‘dear and only love’ was + that unhappy King whose Epitaph, the famous <i>Great, Good, and Just</i>, + he is said—falsely—to have written with his sword. Be this + as it may, the verses have a second part, which has dropped into + oblivion. For the Great Marquis, who reminded De Retz of the men in + Plutarch's <i>Lives</i>, was not averse from the practice of poetry, and + wrote, besides these numbers, a prayer (‘Let them bestow on every + airth a limb’), a ‘pasquil,’ a pleasant string of + conceits in praise of woman, a set of vehement and fiery memorial + stanzas on the King, and one copy of verses more. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_xix" id="note_xix"></a><a href="#page32">XIX</a>, <a + href="#page33">XX</a> + </h3> + <p> + <i>To Lucasta going to the Wars</i> and <i>To Althea from Prison</i> are + both, I believe, from Lovelace's <i>Lucasta</i> (1645). + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_xxi" id="note_xxi"></a><a href="#page34">XXI</a> + </h3> + <p> + First printed by Captain Thomson, <i>Works</i> (1776), from a copy he + held, on what seems excellent authority, to be in Marvell's hand. The + true title is <i>A Horatian Ode on Cromwell's Return from Ireland</i> + (1650). It is always ascribed to Marvell (whose verse was first + collected and printed by his widow in 1681), but there are faint doubts + as to the authorship. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_xxii" id="note_xxii"></a><a href="#page39">XXII</a> + </h3> + <p> + <i>Poems</i> (1681). This elegant and romantic lyric appears to have + been inspired by a passage in the life of John Oxenbridge, of whom, + ‘religionis causa oberrantem,’ it is enough to note that, + <a class="pagebreak" name="page345" id="page345" title="345"></a> after + migrating to Bermudas, where he had a church, and being ‘ejected’ + at the Restoration from an English cure, he went to Surinam (1662–67), + to Barbadoes (1667), and to New England (1669), where he was made pastor + of ‘the First Church of Boston’ (1670), and where he died in + 1674. These details are from Mr. Grosart's <i>Marvell</i> (1875), i. 82–85, + and ii. 5–8. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_xxiii" id="note_xxiii"></a><a href="#page40">XXIII</a> + </h3> + <p> + Dryden's second Ode for Saint Cecilia's Day, <i>Alexander's Feast, or + the Power of Sound</i>, as it is called, was written and printed in + 1697. As it was designed for music (it was set by Jeremiah Clarke), the + closing lines of every strophe are repeated by way of chorus. I have + removed these repetitions as impertinent to the effect of the poem in + print, and as interrupting the rushing vehemency of the narrative. The + incident described is the burning of Persepolis. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_xxiv" id="note_xxiv"></a><a href="#page45">XXIV</a> + </h3> + <p> + Written early in 1782, in memory of Robert Levett: ‘an old and + faithful friend,’ says Johnson, and withal ‘a very useful + and very blameless man.’ Excepting for the perfect odes of Cowper + (<i>post</i>, pp. <a href="#page85">85</a>, <a href="#page86">86</a>), + in these excellent and affecting verses the ‘classic’ note + is audible for the last time in this book until we reach the <i>Iphigeneia</i> + of Walter Savage Landor, who was a lad of seven at the date of their + composition. They were written seventeen years after the publication of + the <i>Reliques</i> (1765), and a full quarter century after the + appearance of <i>The Bard</i> (1757); but in style they proceed from the + age of Pope. For the rest, the Augustan Muse was an utter stranger to + the fighting inspiration. Her gait was pedestrian, her purpose didactic, + her practice neat and formal: and she prosed of England's greatest + captain, the victor of Blenheim, as tamely as himself had been ‘a + parson in a tye-wig’—himself, and not the amiable man of + letters who acted as her amanuensis for the nonce. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_xxv" id="note_xxv"></a><a href="#page47">XXV</a> + </h3> + <p> + <i>Chevy Chase</i> is here preferred to <i>Otterbourne</i> as appealing + more directly to Englishmen. The text is Percy's, and the movement like + that of all the English ballads, is jog-trot enough. Sidney's confession—that + he never heard it, even from a blind fiddler, but it stirred him like + the sound of a trumpet—refers, no doubt, to an earlier version + than the present, which appears to date from the first quarter of the + seventeenth century. Compare <i>The Brave Lord Willoughby</i> and <i>The + Honour of Bristol</i> (<i>post</i>, pp. <a href="#page60">60</a>, <a + href="#page73">73</a>). + </p> + <h3> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page346" id="page346" title="346"></a><a + name="note_xxvi" id="note_xxvi"></a><a href="#page57">XXVI</a> + </h3> + <p> + First printed by Percy. The text I give is, with some few variants, that + of the vastly better version in <i>The Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i> + (1802–3). Of the ‘history’ of the ballad the less said + the better. The argument is neatly summarised by Mr. Allingham, p. 376 + of <i>The Ballad Book</i> (‘Golden Treasury,’ 1879). + </p> + <dl> + <dt> + skeely + </dt> + <dd> + <i>skilful</i> + </dd> + <dt> + white monie + </dt> + <dd> + <i>silver</i> + </dd> + <dt> + gane + </dt> + <dd> + <i>would suffice</i> + </dd> + <dt> + half-fou + </dt> + <dd> + <i>the eighth part of a peck</i> + </dd> + <dt> + gurly + </dt> + <dd> + <i>rough</i> + </dd> + <dt> + lap + </dt> + <dd> + <i>sprang</i> + </dd> + <dt> + bout + </dt> + <dd> + <i>bolt</i> + </dd> + <dt> + twine + </dt> + <dd> + <i>thread</i>, <i>i.e.</i> canvas + </dd> + <dt> + wap + </dt> + <dd> + <i>warp</i> + </dd> + <dt> + flattered + </dt> + <dd> + ‘<i>fluttered</i>, or rather, floated’ (Scott) + </dd> + <dt> + kaims + </dt> + <dd> + <i>combs</i> + </dd> + </dl> + <h3> + <a name="note_xxvii" id="note_xxvii"></a><a href="#page60">XXVII</a> + </h3> + <p> + Printed by Percy, ‘from an old black-letter copy; with some + conjectural emendations.’ At the suggestion of my friend, the Rev. + Mr. Hunt, I have restored the original readings, as in truer consonancy + with the vainglorious, insolent, and swaggering ballad spirit. As for + the hero, Peregrine Bertie, Lord Willoughby of Eresby, described as + ‘one of the Queen's best swordsmen’ and ‘a great + master of the art military,’ he succeeded Leicester in the command + in the Low Countries in 1587, distinguished himself repeatedly in fight + with the Spaniards, and died in 1601. ‘Both Norris and Turner were + famous among the military men of that age’ (Percy). In the + Roxburgh Ballads the full title of the broadside—which is ‘printed + for S. Coles in Vine St., near Hatton Garden,’—is as + follows:—‘<i>A true relation of a famous and bloudy Battell + fought in Flanders by the noble and valiant Lord Willoughby with 1500 + English against 40,000 Spaniards, wherein the English obtained a notable + victory for the glory and renown of our nation.</i> Tune: <i>Lord + Willoughby</i>.’ + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_xxviii" id="note_xxviii"></a><a href="#page64">XXVIII</a> + </h3> + <p> + First printed by Tom D'Urfey, <i>Wit and Mirth, etc.</i> (1720), vi. 289–91; + revised by Robert Burns for <i>The Scots Musical Magazine</i>, and again + by Allan Cunningham for <i>The Songs of Scotland</i>; given with many + differences, ‘long current in Selkirkshire,’ in the <i>Minstrelsy + of the Scottish Border</i>. The present version is a <i>rifaccimento</i> + from Burns and Scott. It is worth noting that Græme (pronounced + ‘Grime’), and Graham are both forms of one name, which name + was originally Grimm, and that, according to some, the latter + orthography is the privilege of the chief of the clan. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_xxix" id="note_xxix"></a><a href="#page66">XXIX</a> + </h3> + <p> + First printed in the <i>Minstrelsy</i>. This time the ‘history’ + is authentic enough. It happened early in 1596, when Salkeld, the <a + class="pagebreak" name="page347" id="page347" title="347"></a> Deputy + Warden of the Western Marches, seized under truce the person of William + Armstrong of Kinmont—elsewhere described as ‘Will Kinmonde + the common thieffe’—and haled him to Carlisle Castle, whence + he was rescued—‘with shouting and crying and sound of + trumpet’—by the Laird of Buccleuch, Keeper of Liddesdale, + and a troop of two hundred horse. ‘The Queen of England,’ + says Spottiswoode, ‘having notice sent her of what was done, + stormed not a little’; but see the excellent summary compiled by + Scott (who confesses to having touched up the ballad) for the <i>Minstrelsy</i>. + </p> + <dl> + <dt> + Haribee + </dt> + <dd> + <i>the gallows hill at Carlisle</i> + </dd> + <dt> + reiver + </dt> + <dd> + <i>a border thief</i>, one of a class which lived sparely, fought + stoutly, entertained the strictest sense of honour and justice, went + ever on horseback, and carried the art of cattle-lifting to the + highest possible point of perfection (<i>National Observer, 30th May, + 1891</i>) + </dd> + <dt> + yett + </dt> + <dd> + <i>gate</i> + </dd> + <dt> + lawing + </dt> + <dd> + <i>reckoning</i> + </dd> + <dt> + basnet + </dt> + <dd> + <i>helmet</i> + </dd> + <dt> + curch + </dt> + <dd> + <i>coif or cap</i> + </dd> + <dt> + lightly + </dt> + <dd> + <i>to scorn</i> + </dd> + <dt> + in a lowe + </dt> + <dd> + <i>on fire</i> + </dd> + <dt> + slocken + </dt> + <dd> + <i>to slake</i> + </dd> + <dt> + splent + </dt> + <dd> + <i>shoulder-piece</i> + </dd> + <dt> + spauld + </dt> + <dd> + <i>shoulder</i> + </dd> + <dt> + broken men + </dt> + <dd> + <i>outlaws</i> + </dd> + <dt> + marshal men + </dt> + <dd> + <i>officers of law</i> + </dd> + <dt> + rank reiver + </dt> + <dd> + <i>common thief</i> + </dd> + <dt> + herry + </dt> + <dd> + <i>harry</i> + </dd> + <dt> + corbie + </dt> + <dd> + <i>crow</i> + </dd> + <dt> + lear + </dt> + <dd> + <i>learning</i> + </dd> + <dt> + row-footed + </dt> + <dd> + <i>rough-shod</i> + </dd> + <dt> + spait + </dt> + <dd> + <i>flood</i> + </dd> + <dt> + garred + </dt> + <dd> + <i>made</i> + </dd> + <dt> + slogan + </dt> + <dd> + <i>battle-cry</i> + </dd> + <dt> + stear + </dt> + <dd> + <i>stir</i> + </dd> + <dt> + saft + </dt> + <dd> + <i>light</i> + </dd> + <dt> + fleyed + </dt> + <dd> + <i>frightened</i> + </dd> + <dt> + bairns + </dt> + <dd> + <i>children</i> + </dd> + <dt> + spier + </dt> + <dd> + <i>ask</i> + </dd> + <dt> + hente + </dt> + <dd> + <i>lifted</i>, <i>haled</i> + </dd> + <dt> + maill + </dt> + <dd> + <i>rent</i> + </dd> + <dt> + furs + </dt> + <dd> + <i>furrows</i> + </dd> + <dt> + trew + </dt> + <dd> + <i>trust</i> + </dd> + <dt> + Christentie + </dt> + <dd> + <i>Christendom</i> + </dd> + </dl> + <h3> + <a name="note_xxx" id="note_xxx"></a><a href="#page73">XXX</a> + </h3> + <p> + Communicated by Mr. Hunt,—who dates it about 1626—from + Seyer's <i>Memoirs, Historical and Topographical, of Bristol and its + Neighbourhood</i> (1821–23). The full title is <i>The Honour of + Bristol: shewing how the Angel Gabriel of Bristol fought with three + ships, who boarded as many times, wherein we cleared our decks and + killed five hundred of their men, and wounded many more, and made them + fly into Cales, when we lost but three men, to the Honour of the Angel + Gabriel of Bristol</i>. To the tune <i>Our Noble King in his Progress</i>. + Cales (13), pronounced as a dissyllable, is of course Cadiz. It is fair + to add that this spirited and amusing piece of doggerel has been + severely edited. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_xxxi" id="note_xxxi"></a><a href="#page77">XXXI</a> + </h3> + <p> + From the <i>Minstrelsy</i>, where it is ‘given, without alteration + or improvement, from the most accurate copy that could be recovered.’ + The story runs that Helen Irving (or Helen Bell), of <a class="pagebreak" + name="page348" id="page348" title="348"></a> Kirkconnell in + Dumfriesshire, was beloved by Adam Fleming, and (as some say) Bell of + Blacket House; that she favoured the first but her people encouraged the + second; that she was thus constrained to tryst with Fleming by night in + the churchyard, ‘a romantic spot, almost surrounded by the river + Kirtle’; that they were here surprised by the rejected suitor, who + fired at his rival from the far bank of the stream; that Helen, seeking + to shield her lover, was shot in his stead; and that Fleming, either + there and then, or afterwards in Spain, avenged her death on the body of + her slayer. Wordsworth has told the story in a copy of verses which + shows, like so much more of his work, how dreary a poetaster he could + be. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_xxxii" id="note_xxxii"></a><a href="#page79">XXXII</a> + </h3> + <p> + This epic-in-little, as tremendous an invention as exists in verse, is + from the <i>Minstrelsy</i>: ‘as written down from tradition by a + lady’ (C. Kirkpatrick Sharpe). + </p> + <dl> + <dt> + corbies + </dt> + <dd> + <i>crows</i> + </dd> + <dt> + fail-dyke + </dt> + <dd> + <i>wall of turf</i> + </dd> + <dt> + hause-bane + </dt> + <dd> + <i>breast-bone</i> + </dd> + <dt> + theek + </dt> + <dd> + <i>thatch</i> + </dd> + </dl> + <h3> + <a name="note_xxxiii" id="note_xxxiii"></a><a href="#page80">XXXIII</a> + </h3> + <p> + Begun in 1755, and finished and printed (with <i>The Progress of Poetry</i>) + in 1757. ‘Founded,’ says the poet, ‘on a tradition + current in Wales, that Edward the First, when he concluded the conquest + of that country, ordered all the bards that fell into his hands to be + put to death.’ The ‘agonising king’ (line 56) is + Edward <span class="sc">II.</span>; the ‘she-wolf of France’ + (57), Isabel his queen; the ‘scourge of heaven’ (60), Edward + <span class="sc">III.</span>; the ‘sable warrior’ (67), + Edward the Black Prince. Lines 75–82 commemorate the rise and fall + of Richard <span class="sc">II.</span>; lines 83–90, the Wars of + the Roses, the murders in the Tower, the ‘faith’ of Margaret + of Anjou, the ‘fame’ of Henry <span class="sc">V.</span>, + the ‘holy head’ of Henry <span class="sc">VI.</span> The + ‘bristled boar’ (93) is symbolical of Richard <span + class="sc">III.</span>; ‘half of thy heart’ (99) of Eleanor + of Castile, ‘who died a few years after the conquest of Wales.’ + Line 110 celebrates the accession of the House of Tudor in fulfilment of + the prophecies of Merlin and Taliessin; lines 115–20, Queen + Elizabeth; lines 128–30, Shakespeare; lines 131–32, Milton; + and the ‘distant warblings’ of line 133, ‘the + succession of poets after Milton's time’ (Gray). + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_xxxiv" id="note_xxxiv"></a><a href="#page85">XXXIV</a>, <a + href="#page86">XXXV</a> + </h3> + <p> + Written, the one in September 1782 (in the August of which year the <i>Royal + George</i> (108 guns) was overset in Portsmouth Harbour with the loss of + close on a thousand souls), and the other ‘after reading Hume's <i>History</i> + in 1780’ (Benham). + </p> + <h3> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page349" id="page349" title="349"></a><a + name="note_xxxvi" id="note_xxxvi"></a><a href="#page88">XXXVI</a> + </h3> + <p> + It is worth recalling that at one time Walter Scott attributed this + gallant lyric, which he printed in the <i>Minstrelsy</i>, to a ‘greater + Graham’—the Marquis of Montrose. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_xxxvii" id="note_xxxvii"></a><a href="#page89">XXXVII</a>, + <a href="#page90">XXXVIII</a> + </h3> + <p> + Of these, the first, <i>Blow High, Blow Low</i>, was sung in <i>The + Seraglio</i> (1776), a forgotten opera; the second, said to have been + inspired by the death of the author's brother, a naval officer, in <i>The + Oddities</i> (1778)—a ‘table-entertainment,’ where + Dibdin was author, actor, singer, musician, accompanist, everything but + audience and candle-snuffer. They are among the first in time of his + sea-ditties. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_xxxix" id="note_xxxix"></a><a href="#page91">XXXIX</a> + </h3> + <p> + It is told (<i>Life</i>, W. H. Curran, 1819) that Curran met a deserter, + drank a bottle, and talked of his chances, with him, and put his ideas + and sentiments into this song. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_xl" id="note_xl"></a><a href="#page92">XL</a> + </h3> + <p> + The <i>Arethusa</i>, Mr. Hannay tells me, being attached to Keppel's + fleet at the mouth of the Channel, was sent to order the <i>Belle Poule</i>, + which was cruising with some smaller craft in search of Keppel's ships, + to come under his stern. The <i>Belle Poule</i> (commanded by M. Chadeau + de la Clocheterie) refusing, the <i>Arethusa</i> (Captain Marshall) + opened fire. The ships were fairly matched, and in the action which + ensued the <i>Arethusa</i> appears to have got the worst of it. In the + end, after about an hour's fighting, Keppel's liners came up, and the <i>Belle + Poule</i> made off. She was afterwards driven ashore by a superior + English force, and it is an odd coincidence that in 1789 the <i>Arethusa</i> + ran ashore off Brest during her action (10th March) with <i>l'Aigrette</i>. + As for the French captain, he lived to command <i>l'Hercule</i>, De + Grasse's leading ship in the great sea-fight (12th April 1782) with + Rodney off Dominica, where he was killed. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_xli" id="note_xli"></a><a href="#page94">XLI</a> + </h3> + <p> + From the <i>Songs of Experience</i> (1794). + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_xlii" id="note_xlii"></a><a href="#page95">XLII</a> + </h3> + <p> + <i>Scots Musical Museum</i>, 1788. Adapted from, or rather suggested by, + the <i>Farewell</i>, which Macpherson, a cateran ‘of great + personal strength and musical accomplishment,’ is said to have + played and sung at the gallows foot; thereafter breaking his violin + across his knee and submitting his neck to the hangman. + </p> + <dl> + <dt> + spring + </dt> + <dd> + <i>a melody in quick time</i> + </dd> + <dt> + sturt + </dt> + <dd> + <i>molestation</i> + </dd> + </dl> + <h3> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page350" id="page350" title="350"></a><a + name="note_xliii" id="note_xliii"></a><a href="#page96">XLIII</a> + </h3> + <p> + <i>Museum</i>, 1796. Burns told Thomson and Mrs. Dunlop that this noble + and most moving song was old; but nobody believed him then, and nobody + believes him now. + </p> + <dl> + <dt> + pint-stoup + </dt> + <dd> + <i>pint-mug</i> + </dd> + <dt> + braes + </dt> + <dd> + <i>hill-sides</i> + </dd> + <dt> + gowans + </dt> + <dd> + <i>daisies</i> + </dd> + <dt> + paidl't + </dt> + <dd> + <i>paddled</i> + </dd> + <dt> + burn + </dt> + <dd> + <i>brook</i> + </dd> + <dt> + fiere + </dt> + <dd> + <i>friend</i>, <i>companion</i> + </dd> + <dt> + guid-willie + </dt> + <dd> + <i>well-meant</i>, <i>full of good-will</i> + </dd> + <dt> + waught + </dt> + <dd> + <i>draught</i> + </dd> + </dl> + <h3> + <a name="note_xliv" id="note_xliv"></a><a href="#page97">XLIV</a> + </h3> + <p> + The first four lines are old. The rest were written apparently in 1788, + when the poet sent this song and <i>Auld Lang Syne</i> to Mrs. Dunlop. + It appeared in the <i>Museum</i>, 1790. + </p> + <dl> + <dt> + tassie + </dt> + <dd> + <i>a cup</i>; <i>Fr.</i> ‘tasse’ + </dd> + </dl> + <h3> + <a name="note_xlv" id="note_xlv"></a><a href="#page98">XLV</a> + </h3> + <p> + About 1777–80: printed 1801. ‘One of my juvenile works,’ + says Burns. ‘I do not think it very remarkable, either for its + merits or demerits.’ But Hazlitt thought the world of it, and now + it passes for one of Burns's masterpieces. + </p> + <dl> + <dt> + trysted + </dt> + <dd> + <i>appointed</i> + </dd> + <dt> + stoure + </dt> + <dd> + <i>dust and din</i> + </dd> + </dl> + <h3> + <a name="note_xlvi" id="note_xlvi"></a><a href="#page99">XLVI</a> + </h3> + <p> + <i>Museum</i>, 1796. Attributed, in one shape or another, to a certain + Captain Ogilvie. Sharpe, too, printed a broadside in which the third + stanza (used more than once by Sir Walter) is found as here. But Scott + Douglas (<i>Burns</i>, iii. 173) has ‘no doubt that this broadside + was printed after 1796,’ and as it stands the thing is assuredly + the work of Burns. The refrain and the metrical structure have been used + by Scott (<i>Rokeby</i>, <span class="sc">IV.</span> 28), Carlyle, + Charles Kingsley (<i>Dolcino to Margaret</i>), and Mr. Swinburne (<i>A + Reiver's Neck Verse</i>) among others. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_xlvii" id="note_xlvii"></a><a href="#page100">XLVII–LII</a> + </h3> + <p> + Of the first four numbers, the high-water mark of Wordsworth's + achievement, all four were written in 1802; the second and third were + published in 1803; the first and fourth in 1807. The <i>Ode to Duty</i> + was written in 1805, and published in 1807, to which year belongs that + <i>Song for the Feast of Brougham Castle</i>, from which I have + extracted the excellent verses here called <i>Two Victories</i>. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_liii" id="note_liii"></a><a href="#page107">LIII–LXII</a> + </h3> + <p> + The first three numbers are from <i>Marmion</i> (1808): <span class="sc">I.</span> + Introduction; <span class="sc">V.</span> 12; and <span class="sc">VI.</span> + 18–20, 25–27, and 33–34. The next is from <i>The Lady + of the Lake</i> (1810), <span class="sc">I.</span> 1–9: <i>The + Outlaw</i> is from <a class="pagebreak" name="page351" id="page351" + title="351"></a> <i>Rokeby</i> (1813), <span class="sc">III.</span> 16; + the <i>Pibroch</i> was published in 1816; <i>The Omnipotent</i> and <i>The + Red Harlaw</i> are from <i>The Antiquary</i> (1816), and the <i>Farewell</i> + from <i>The Pirate</i> (1821). As for <i>Bonny Dundee</i>, that + incomparable ditty, it was written as late as 1825. ‘The air of + Bonny Dundee running in my head to-day,’ he writes under date of + 22d December (<i>Diary</i>, 1890, i. 61), ‘I wrote a few verses to + it before dinner, taking the key-note from the story of Clavers leaving + the Scottish Convention of Estates in 1688–9. <i>I wonder if they + are good.</i>’ See <i>The Doom of Devorgoil</i> (1830), Note A, + Act <span class="sc">II.</span> sc. 2. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_lxiii" id="note_lxiii"></a><a href="#page136">LXIII</a> + </h3> + <p> + This unsurpassed piece of art, in which a music the most exquisite is + used to body forth a set of suggestions that seem dictated by the very + Spirit of Romance, was produced, under the influence of ‘an + anodyne,’ as early as 1797. Coleridge, who calls it <i>Kubla Khan: + A Vision within a Dream</i>, avers that, having fallen asleep in his + chair over a sentence from Purchas's Pilgrimage—‘Here the + Khan Kubla commanded a palace to be built and a stately garden thereto; + and thus ten miles of ground were enclosed with a wall,’—he + remained unconscious for about three hours, ‘during which time he + had the most vivid confidence that he could not have composed less than + three hundred lines’; ‘if that,’ he adds, ‘can + be called composition, in which all the images rose up before him as + things, with a parallel production of the correspondent expressions, + without any sensation or consciousness of effort.’ On awakening, + he proceeded to write out his ‘composition,’ and had set + down as much of it as is printed here, when ‘he was unfortunately + called out by a person on business from Porlock,’ whose departure, + an hour after, left him wellnigh oblivious of the rest. This confession, + which is dated 1816, has been generally accepted as true; but Coleridge + had a trick of dreaming dreams about himself which makes doubt + permissible. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_lxiv" id="note_lxiv"></a><a href="#page138">LXIV</a> + </h3> + <p> + From the <i>Hellenics</i> (written in Latin, 1814–20, and + translated into English at the instance of Lady Blessington), 1846. See + Colvin, <i>Landor</i> (‘English Men of Letters’), pp. 189, + 190. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_lxv" id="note_lxv"></a><a href="#page140">LXV–LXVII</a> + </h3> + <p> + Of the first, ‘Napoleon and the British Sailor’ (<i>The + Pilgrim of Glencoe</i>, 1842), Campbell writes that the ‘anecdote + has been published in several public journals, both French and English.’ + ‘My belief,’ he continues, ‘in its authenticity was + confirmed by an Englishman, long resident in Boulogne, lately telling me + that he remembered the circumstance to have been generally talked of in + the <a class="pagebreak" name="page352" id="page352" title="352"></a> + place.’ Authentic or not, I have preferred the story to <i>Hohenlinden</i>, + as less hackneyed, for one thing, and, for another, less pretentious and + rhetorical. The second (<i>Gertrude of Wyoming</i>, 1809) is truly one + of ‘the glories of our birth and state.’ The third (<i>idem</i>) + I have ventured to shorten by three stanzas: a proceeding which, however + culpable it seem, at least gets rid of the chief who gave a country's + wounds relief by stopping a battle, eliminates the mermaid and her song + (the song that ‘condoles’), and ends the lyric on as + sonorous and romantic a word as even Shakespeare ever used. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_lxviii" id="note_lxviii"></a><a href="#page146">LXVIII</a> + </h3> + <p> + <i>Corn Law Rhymes</i>, 1831. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_lxix" id="note_lxix"></a><a href="#page147">LXIX</a> + </h3> + <p> + From that famous and successful forgery, Cromek's <i>Remains of + Nithsdale and Galloway Song</i> (1810), written when Allan was a working + mason in Dumfriesshire. I have omitted a stanza as inferior to the rest. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_lxxi" id="note_lxxi"></a><a href="#page149">LXXI</a> + </h3> + <p> + <i>English Songs and other Small Poems</i>, 1834. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_lxxii" id="note_lxxii"></a><a href="#page150">LXXII–LXXVIII</a> + </h3> + <p> + The first is from the <i>Hebrew Melodies</i> (1815); the next is + selected from <i>The Siege of Corinth</i> (1816), 22–33; <i>Alhama</i> + (<i>idem</i>) is a spirited yet faithful rendering of the <i>Romance muy + Doloroso del Sitio y Toma de Alhama</i>, which existed both in Spanish + and in Arabic, and whose effect was such that ‘it was forbidden to + be sung by the Moors on the pain of death in Granada’ (Byron); No. + LXXV., surely one of the bravest songs in the language, was addressed (<i>idem</i>) + to Thomas Moore; the tremendous <i>Race with Death</i> is lifted out of + the <i>Ode in Venice</i> (1819); for the next number see <i>Don Juan</i>, + <span class="sc">III.</span> (1821); the last of all, ‘Stanzas + inscribed <i>On this day I completed my Thirty-sixth year</i>’ + (1824), is the last verse that Byron wrote. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_lxxix" id="note_lxxix"></a><a href="#page172">LXXIX</a> + </h3> + <p> + Napier has described the terrific effect of Napoleon's pursuit; but in + the operations before Corunna he was distanced, if not out-generalled, + by Sir John Moore, and ere the first days of 1809 he gave his command to + Soult, who pressed us vainly through the hill-country between Leon and + Gallicia, and got beaten at Corunna for his pains. Wolfe, who was an + Irish parson and died of consumption, wrote some spirited verses on the + flight of Busaco, but this admirable elegy—‘I will show you,’ + said <a class="pagebreak" name="page353" id="page353" title="353"></a> + Byron to Shelley (Medwin, ii. 154) ‘one you have never seen, that + I consider little if at all inferior to the best, the present prolific + age has brought forth’—remains his passport to immortality. + It was printed, not by the author, in an Irish newspaper; was copied all + over Britain; was claimed by liar after liar in succession; and has been + reprinted more often, perhaps, than any poem of the century. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_lxxx" id="note_lxxx"></a><a href="#page174">LXXX</a> + </h3> + <p> + From <i>Snarleyow, or the Dog Fiend</i> (1837). Compare Nelson to + Collingwood: ‘<i>Victory</i>, 25th June, 1805,—May God bless + you and send you alongside the <i>Santissima Trinidad</i>.’ + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_lxxxi" id="note_lxxxi"></a><a href="#page175">LXXXI</a>, + <a href="#page177">LXXXII</a> + </h3> + <p> + The story of Casabianca is, I believe, untrue; but the intention of the + singer, alike in this number and in the next, is excellent. Each indeed + is, in its way, a classic. The <i>Mayflower</i> sailed from Southampton + in 1626. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_lxxxiii" id="note_lxxxiii"></a><a href="#page179">LXXXIII</a> + </h3> + <p> + This magnificent sonnet, <i>On First Reading Chapman's Homer</i>, was + printed in 1817. The ‘Cortez’ of the eleventh verse is a + mistake; the discoverer of the Pacific being Nuñez de Balboa. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_lxxxiv" id="note_lxxxiv"></a><a href="#page179">LXXXIV–LXXXVII</a> + </h3> + <p> + The <i>Lays</i> are dated 1824; they have passed through edition after + edition; and if Matthew Arnold disliked and contemned them (see Sir F. + H. Doyle, <i>Reminiscences and Opinions</i>, pp. 178–87), the + general is wise enough to know them by heart. But a book that is ‘a + catechism to fight’ (in Jonson's phrase) would have sinned against + itself had it taken no account of them, and I have given <i>Horatius</i> + in its integrity: if only, as Landor puts it, + </p> + <blockquote class="poetry"> + <p> + <span class="i0">To show the British youth, who ne'er</span> + <span class="i0">Will lag behind, what Romans were,</span> <span + class="i0">When all the Tuscans and their Lars</span> <span + class="i0">Shouted, and shook the towers of Mars.</span> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + As for <i>The Armada</i>, I have preferred it to <i>The Battle of Naseby</i>, + first, because it is neither vicious nor ugly, and the other is both; + and, second, because it is so brilliant an outcome of that capacity for + dealing with proper names which Macaulay, whether poet or not, possesses + in common with none but certain among the greater poets. For <i>The Last + Buccaneer</i> (a curious anticipation of some effects of Mr. Rudyard + Kipling), and that noble thing, the <i>Jacobite's Epitaph</i>, they are + dated 1839 and 1845 respectively. + </p> + <h3> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page354" id="page354" title="354"></a><a + name="note_lxxxviii" id="note_lxxxviii"></a><a href="#page207">LXXXVIII</a> + </h3> + <p> + <i>The Poetical Works of Robert Stephen Hawker</i> (Kegan Paul, 1879). + By permission of Mrs. R. S. Hawker. ‘With the exception of the + choral lines— + </p> + <blockquote class="poetry"> + <p> + <span class="i2"> And shall Trelawney die?</span> + <span class="i0">There's twenty thousand Cornishmen</span> <span + class="i2"> Will know the reason why!—</span> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + and which have been, ever since the imprisonment by James <span + class="sc">II.</span> of the Seven Bishops—one of them Sir + Jonathan Trelawney—a popular proverb throughout Cornwall, the + whole of this song was composed by me in the year 1825. I wrote it under + a stag-horned oak in Sir Beville's Walk in Stowe Wood. It was sent by me + anonymously to a Plymouth paper, and there it attracted the notice of + Mr. Davies Gilbert, who reprinted it at his private press at Eastbourne + under the avowed impression that it was the original ballad. It had the + good fortune to win the eulogy of Sir Walter Scott, who also deemed it + to be the ancient song. It was praised under the same persuasion by Lord + Macaulay and Mr. Dickens.’—<i>Author's Note.</i> + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_lxxxix" id="note_lxxxix"></a><a href="#page208">LXXXIX–XCII</a> + </h3> + <p> + From <i>The Sea Side and the Fire Side</i>, 1851; <i>Birds of Passage</i>, + <i>Flight the First</i>, and <i>Flight the Second</i>; and <i>Flower de + Luce</i>, 1866. Of these four examples of the picturesque and taking art + of Longfellow, I need say no more than that all are printed in their + integrity, with the exception of the first. This I leave the lighter by + a moral and an application, both of which, superfluous or not, are + remote from the general purpose of this book: a confession in which I + may include the following number, Mr. Whittier's <i>Barbara Frietchie</i> + (<i>In War-Time</i>, 1863.) + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_xciv" id="note_xciv"></a><a href="#page232">XCIV</a> + </h3> + <p> + <i>Nineteenth Century</i>, March 1878; <i>Ballads and other Poems</i>, + 1880. By permission of Messrs. Macmillan, to whom I am indebted for some + of my choicest numbers. For the story of Sir Richard Grenville's heroic + death, ‘in the last of August,’ 1591—after the Revenge + had endured the onset of ‘fifteen several armadas,’ and + received some ‘eight hundred shot of great artillerie,’—see + Hakluyt (1598–1600), ii. 169–176, where you will find it + told with singular animation and directness by Sir Walter Raleigh, who + held a brief against the Spaniards in Sir Richard's case as always. To + Sir Richard's proposal to blow up the ship the master gunner ‘readily + condescended,’ as did ‘divers others’; but the captain + was of ‘another opinion,’ and in the end Sir Richard was + taken aboard the ship of the Spanish admiral, Don Alfonso de Bazan, who + used him well and honourably until he died: leaving to his friends the + ‘comfort that being dead he hath not outlived his own honour,’ + and that he had nobly <a class="pagebreak" name="page355" id="page355" + title="355"></a> shown how false and vain, and therefore how contrary to + God's will, the ‘ambitious and bloudie practices of the Spaniards’ + were. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_xcv" id="note_xcv"></a><a href="#page239">XCV</a> + </h3> + <p> + <i>Tiresias and Other Poems</i>, 1885. By permission of Messrs. + Macmillan. Included at Lord Tennyson's own suggestion. For the noble + feat of arms (25th October 1854) thus nobly commemorated, see Kinglake + (v. i. 102–66). ‘The three hundred of the Heavy Brigade who + made this famous charge were the Scots Greys and the second squadron of + Enniskillings, the remainder of the “Heavy Brigade” + subsequently dashing up to their support. The “three” were + Scarlett's aide-de-camp, Elliot, and the trumpeter, and Shegog the + orderly, who had been close behind him.’—<i>Author's Note.</i> + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_xcvi" id="note_xcvi"></a><a href="#page242">XCVI</a>, <a + href="#page244">XCVII</a> + </h3> + <p> + <i>The Return of the Guards, and other Poems</i>, 1866. By permission of + Messrs. Macmillan. As to the first, which deals with an incident of the + war with China, and is presumably referred to in 1860, ‘Some Seiks + and a private of the Buffs (or East Kent Regiment) having remained + behind with the grog-carts, fell into the hands of the Chinese. On the + next morning they were brought before the authorities and commanded to + perform the <i>Ko tou</i>. The Seiks obeyed; but Moyse, the English + soldier, declaring that he would not prostrate himself before any + Chinaman alive, was immediately knocked upon the head and his body + thrown upon a dunghill.’—Quoted by the author from <i>The + Times</i>. The Elgin of line 6 is Henry Bruce, eighth Lord Elgin (1811–1863), + then Ambassador to China, and afterwards Governor-General of India. + Compare <i>Theology in Extremis</i> (<i>post</i>, p. 309). Of the + second, which Mr. Saintsbury describes ‘as one of the most lofty, + insolent, and passionate things concerning this matter that our time has + produced,’ Sir Francis notes that the incident—no doubt a + part of the conquest of Sindh—was told him by Sir Charles Napier, + and that ‘Truckee’ (line 12) = ‘a stronghold in the + Desert, supposed to be unassailable and impregnable.’ + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_xcviii" id="note_xcviii"></a><a href="#page248">XCVIII</a>, + <a href="#page248">XCIX</a> + </h3> + <p> + By permission of Messrs. Smith, Elder, and Co. <i>Dramatic Lyrics</i>, + 1845; <i>Cornhill Magazine</i>, June 1871, and <i>Pacchiarotto</i>, + 1876, Works, iv. and xiv. I can find nothing about Hervé Riel. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_c" id="note_c"></a><a href="#page254">C–CIII</a> + </h3> + <p> + The two first are from the ‘Song of Myself,’ <i>Leaves of + Grass</i> (1855); the others from <i>Drum Taps</i> (1865). See <i>Leaves + of Grass</i> (Philadelphia, 1884), pp. 60, 62–63, 222, and 246. + </p> + <h3> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page356" id="page356" title="356"></a><a + name="note_civ" id="note_civ"></a><a href="#page260">CIV</a>, <a + href="#page262">CV</a> + </h3> + <p> + By permission of Messrs. Macmillan. Dated severally 1857 and 1859. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_cvi" id="note_cvi"></a><a href="#page264">CVI</a> + </h3> + <p> + <i>Edinburgh Courant</i>, 1852. Compare <i>The Loss of the ‘Birkenhead’</i> + in <i>The Return of the Guards, and other Poems</i> (Macmillan, 1883), + pp. 256–58. Of the troopship <i>Birkenhead</i> I note that she + sailed from Queenstown on the 7th January 1852, with close on seven + hundred souls on board; that the most of these were soldiers—of + the Twelfth Lancers, the Sixtieth Rifles, the Second, Sixth, + Forty-third, Forty-fifth, Seventy-third, Seventy-fourth, and + Ninety-first Regiments; that she struck on a rock (26th February 1852) + off Simon's Bay, South Africa; that the boats would hold no more than a + hundred and thirty-eight, and that, the women and children being safe, + the men that were left—four hundred and fifty-four, all told—were + formed on deck by their officers, and went down with the ship, true to + colours and discipline till the end. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_cvii" id="note_cvii"></a><a href="#page265">CVII–CIX</a> + </h3> + <p> + By permission of Messrs. Macmillan. From <i>Empedocles on Etna</i> + (1853). As regards the second number, it may be noted that Sohrab, being + in quest of his father Rustum, to whom he is unknown, offers battle as + one of the host of the Tartar King Afrasiab, to any champion of the + Persian Kai Khosroo. The challenge is accepted by Rustum, who fights as + a nameless knight (like Wilfrid of Ivanhoe at the Gentle and Joyous + Passage of Ashby), and so becomes the unwitting slayer of his son. For + the story of the pair the poet refers his readers to Sir John Malcom's + <i>History of Persia</i>. See <i>Poems</i>, by Matthew Arnold + (Macmillan), i. 268, 269. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_cx" id="note_cx"></a><a href="#page284">CX</a>, <a + href="#page285">CXI</a> + </h3> + <p> + <i>Ionica</i> (Allen, 1891). By permission of the Author. <i>School + Fencibles</i> (1861) was ‘printed, not published, in 1877.’ + <i>The Ballad for a Boy</i>, Mr. Cory writes, ‘was never printed + till this year.’ + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_cxii" id="note_cxii"></a><a href="#page290">CXII</a> + </h3> + <p> + By permission of the Author. This ballad, which was suggested, Mr. + Meredith tells me, by the story of Bendigeid Vran, the son of Llyr, in + the <i>Mabinogion</i> (iii. 121–9), is reprinted from <i>Modern + Love</i> (1862), but it originally appeared (<i>circ.</i> 1860) in <i>Once + a Week</i>, a forgotten print the source of not a little unforgotten + stuff—as <i>Evan Harrington</i> and the first part of <i>The + Cloister and the Hearth</i>. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_cxiii" id="note_cxiii"></a><a href="#page293">CXIII</a> + </h3> + <p> + From the fourth and last book of <i>Sigurd the Volsung</i>, 1877. By + permission of the Author. Hogni and Gunnar, being the <a + class="pagebreak" name="page357" id="page357" title="357"></a> guests of + King Atli, husband to their sister Gudrun, refused to tell him the + whereabouts of the treasure of Fafnir, whom Sigurd slew; and this is the + manner of their taking and the beginning of King Atli's vengeance. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_cxiv" id="note_cxiv"></a><a href="#page308">CXIV</a> + </h3> + <p> + <i>English Illustrated Magazine</i>, January 1890, and <i>Lyrical Poems</i> + (Macmillan, 1891). By permission of the Author: with whose sanction I + have omitted four lines from the last stanza. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_cxv" id="note_cxv"></a><a href="#page311">CXV</a> + </h3> + <p> + By permission of Sir Alfred Lyall. <i>Cornhill Magazine</i>, September + 1868, and <i>Verses Written in India</i> (Kegan Paul, 1889). The second + title is: <i>A Soliloquy that may have been delivered in India, June + 1857</i>; and this is further explained by the following ‘extract + from an Indian newspaper’:—‘They would have spared + life to any of their English prisoners who should consent to profess + Mahometanism by repeating the usual short formula; but only one + half-caste cared to save himself that way.’ Then comes the + description, <i>Moriturus Loquitur</i>, and next the poem. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_cxvi" id="note_cxvi"></a><a href="#page316">CXVI–CXVIII</a> + </h3> + <p> + From <i>Songs before Sunrise</i> (Chatto and Windus, 1877), and the + third series of <i>Poems and Ballads</i> (Chatto and Windus, 1889). By + permission of the Author. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_cxix" id="note_cxix"></a><a href="#page322">CXIX</a>, <a + href="#page323">CXX</a> + </h3> + <p> + <i>The Complete Poetical Works of Bret Harte</i> (Chatto and Windus, + 1886). By permission of Author and Publisher. <i>The Reveillé</i> + was spoken before a Union Meeting at San Francisco at the beginning of + the Civil War and appeared in a volume of the Author's poems in 1867. <i>What + the Bullet Sang</i> is much later work: dating, thinks Mr. Harte, from + '79 or '80. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_cxxi" id="note_cxxi"></a><a href="#page324">CXXI</a> + </h3> + <p> + <i>St. James's Magazine</i>, October 1877, and <i>At the Sign of the + Lyre</i> (Kegan Paul, 1889). By permission of the Author. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_cxxii" id="note_cxxii"></a><a href="#page325">CXXII</a> + </h3> + <p> + <i>St. James's Gazette</i>, 20th July 1888, and <i>Grass of Parnassus</i> + (Longmans, 1888). By permission of Author and Publisher. Written in + memory of Gordon's betrayal and death, but while there were yet hopes + and rumours of escape. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_cxxiii" id="note_cxxiii"></a><a href="#page326">CXXIII</a> + </h3> + <p> + <i>Underwoods</i> (Chatto and Windus, 1886). By permission of the + Publishers. + </p> + <h3> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page358" id="page358" title="358"></a><a + name="note_cxxiv" id="note_cxxiv"></a><a href="#page328">CXXIV</a> + </h3> + <p> + <i>Love's Looking-Glass</i> (Percival, 1891). By permission of the + Author. + </p> + <h3> + <a name="note_cxxv" id="note_cxxv"></a><a href="#page329">CXXV</a> + </h3> + <p> + <i>Macmillan's Magazine</i>, November 1889. By permission of the Author. + Kamal Khan is a Pathan; and the scene of this exploit—which, I am + told, is perfectly consonant with the history and tradition of Guides + and Pathans both—is the North Frontier country in the + Peshawar-Kohat region, say, between Abazai and Bonair, behind which is + stationed the Punjab Irregular Frontier Force—‘the steel + head of the lance couched for the defence of India.’ As for the + Queen's Own Corps of Guides, to the general ‘God's Own Guides’ + (from its exclusiveness and gallantry), it comprehends both horse and + foot, is recruited from Sikhs, Pathans, Rajputs, Afghans, all the + fighting races, is officered both by natives and by Englishmen, and in + all respects is worthy of this admirable ballad. + </p> + <dl> + <dt> + Ressaldar + </dt> + <dd> + <i>the native leader of a <em>ressala</em> or troop of horse</i> + </dd> + <dt> + Tongue + </dt> + <dd> + <i>a barren and naked strath</i>—‘what geologists call a + fan’ + </dd> + <dt> + Gut of the Tongue + </dt> + <dd> + <i>the narrowest part of the strath</i> + </dd> + <dt> + dust-devils + </dt> + <dd> + <i>dust-clouds blown by a whirlwind</i> + </dd> + </dl> + <h3> + <a name="note_cxxvi" id="note_cxxvi"></a><a href="#page335">CXXVI</a> + </h3> + <p> + <i>National Observer</i>, 4th April 1891. At the burning of the + Court-House at Cork, ‘Above the portico a flagstaff bearing the + Union Jack remained fluttering in the air for some time, but ultimately + when it fell the crowds rent the air with shouts, and seemed to see + significance in the incident.’—<strong>Daily Papers.</strong> + <i>Author's Note.</i> + </p> + </div> + <h2> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page359" id="page359" title="359"></a>INDEX + </h2> + <table class="index" summary=""> + <tr> + <td></td> + <th class="right"> + PAGE + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + A good sword and a trusty hand + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page207">207</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + All is finished! and at length + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page217">217</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Alone stood brave Horatius + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page196">196</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Amid the loud ebriety of war + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page264">264</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + And Rustum gazed in Sohrab's face, and said + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page280">280</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Arm, arm, arm, arm! the scouts are all come in + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page13">13</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + As I was walking all alane + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page79">79</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Ask nothing more of me, sweet + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page316">316</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + As the spring-tides, with heavy plash + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page153">153</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page227">227</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page232">232</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Attend, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page200">200</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Attend you, and give ear awhile + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page73">73</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page28">28</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + A wet sheet and a flowing sea + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page148">148</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="letter"> + Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow! + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page257">257</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Bid me to live, and I will live + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page18">18</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Blow high, blow low, let tempests tear + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page89">89</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Build me straight, O worthy Master + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page208">208</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + But by the yellow Tiber + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page183">183</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + But see! look up—on Flodden bent + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page116">116</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + By this, though deep the evening fell + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page119">119</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="letter"> + Captain, or Colonel, or Knight in Arms + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page27">27</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Come, all ye jolly sailors bold + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page92">92</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page360" id="page360" title="360"></a>Condemned + to Hope's delusive mine + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page45">45</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page28">28</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="letter"> + Darkly, sternly, and all alone + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page156">156</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Day by day the vessel grew + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page214">214</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Day, like our souls, is fiercely dark + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page146">146</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="letter"> + Eleven men of England + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page244">244</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + England, queen of the waves, whose green inviolate girdle enrings thee + round + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page317">317</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Erle Douglas on his milke-white steede + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page49">49</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="letter"> + Fair stood the wind for France + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page6">6</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Farewell! farewell! the voice you hear + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page133">133</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page95">95</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="letter"> + Get up! get up for shame! The blooming morn + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page15">15</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + God prosper long our noble king + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page47">47</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + God who created me + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page328">328</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Go fetch to me a pint o' wine + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page97">97</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Good Lord Scroope to the hills is gane + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page64">64</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="letter"> + Hame, hame, hame, hame fain wad I be + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page147">147</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Hark! I hear the tramp of thousands + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page322">322</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + He has called him forty Marchmen bold + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page69">69</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page90">90</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + He spoke, and as he ceased he wept aloud + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page272">272</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + He spoke, and Sohrab kindled at his taunts + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page267">267</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + He spoke; but Rustum gazed, and gazed, and stood + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page275">275</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + High-spirited friend + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page12">12</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + How happy is he born or taught + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page11">11</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="letter"> + I am the mashed fireman with breast-bone broken + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page254">254</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + If doughty deeds my lady please + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page88">88</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + If sadly thinking + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page91">91</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + I love contemplating, apart + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page140">140</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page361" id="page361" title="361"></a>In + the ship-yard stood the Master + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page210">210</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + In Xanadu did Kubla Khan + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page136">136</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Iphigeneia, when she heard her doom + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page138">138</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + I said, when evil men are strong + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page105">105</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Is life worth living? Yes, so long + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page308">308</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + It is not growing like a tree + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page13">13</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + It is not to be thought of that the Flood + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page101">101</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + It is not yours, O mother, to complain + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page326">326</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + It was a' for our rightfu' King + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page99">99</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + I wish I were where Helen lies + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page77">77</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="letter"> + Kamal is out with twenty men to raise the Border side + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page329">329</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + King Philip had vaunted his claims + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page324">324</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="letter"> + Lars Porsena of Clusium + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page179">179</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Last night, among his fellow-roughs + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page242">242</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="letter"> + Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page102">102</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Mortality, behold and fear + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page15">15</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Much have I travelled in the realms of gold + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page179">179</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + My boat is on the shore + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page164">164</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + My dear and only love, I pray + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page31">31</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="letter"> + Next morn the Baron climbed the tower + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page114">114</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Nobly, nobly Cape St. Vincent to the north-west died away + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page248">248</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page172">172</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Now all the youth of England are on fire + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page2">2</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Now entertain conjecture of a time + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page4">4</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Now fell the sword of Gunnar, and rose up red in the air + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page297">297</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Now the noon was long passed over when again the rumour arose + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page304">304</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Now we bear the king + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page10">10</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Now while the Three were tightening + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page189">189</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Now word is gane to the bold Keeper + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page67">67</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="letter"> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page362" id="page362" title="362"></a>O + born in days when wits were fresh and clear + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page282">282</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + O Brignall banks are wild and fair + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page126">126</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + O England is a pleasant place for them that's rich and high + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page260">260</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Of Nelson and the North + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page144">144</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page1">1</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Oft in the pleasant summer years + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page311">311</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + O have ye na heard o' the fause Sakelde + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page66">66</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + O how comely it is, and how reviving + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page31">31</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + O joy of creation + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page323">323</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + O Mary, at thy window be + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page98">98</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page100">100</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + On the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred and ninety-two + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page248">248</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Othere, the old sea-captain + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page223">223</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Our English archers bent their bowes + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page51">51</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + O Venice! Venice! when thy marble walls + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page165">165</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page112">112</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="letter"> + Pibroch of Donuil Dhu + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page129">129</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="letter"> + Ruin seize thee, ruthless King + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page80">80</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="letter"> + Should auld acquaintance be forgot + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page96">96</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Simon Danz has come home again + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page228">228</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Stern Daughter of the Voice of God + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page103">103</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Still the song goeth up from Gunnar, though his harp to earth be laid + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page301">301</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page19">19</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="letter"> + Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page32">32</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page150">150</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + The boy stood on the burning deck + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page175">175</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + The breaking waves dashed high + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page177">177</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + The captain stood on the carronade: ‘First Lieutenant,’ + says he + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page174">174</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page363" id="page363" title="363"></a>The + charge of the gallant three hundred, the Heavy Brigade + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page239">239</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + The fifteenth day of July + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page60">60</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + The forward youth that would appear + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page34">34</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + The glories of our birth and state + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page20">20</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + The herring loves the merry moonlight + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page131">131</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page167">167</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + The King sits in Dunfermline town + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page57">57</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + The last sunbeam + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page258">258</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + The Moorish King rides up and down + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page160">160</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + The newes was brought to Eddenborrow + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page56">56</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + The night is past, and shines the sun + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page151">151</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + The Sea! the Sea, the open Sea + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page149">149</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + The stag at eve had drunk his fill + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page121">121</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + The weary day rins down and dies + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page319">319</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + The winds were yelling, the waves were swelling + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page205">205</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Then speedilie to wark we gaed + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page71">71</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Then with a bitter smile, Rustum began + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page269">269</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Then with a heavy groan, Rustum bewailed + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page277">277</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + This, this is he; softly a while + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page30">30</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Through the black, rushing smoke bursts + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page265">265</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Thus with imagined wing our swift scene flies + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page3">3</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Tiger, tiger, burning bright + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page94">94</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + 'Tis time this heart should be unmoved + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page171">171</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Toll for the Brave + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page85">85</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + To mute and to material things + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page107">107</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + To my true king I offered free from stain + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page206">206</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + To the Lords of Convention 'twas Claver'se who spoke + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page134">134</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + 'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page40">40</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="letter"> + Up from the meadows rich with corn + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page230">230</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="letter"> + Vain is the dream! However Hope may rave + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page325">325</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="letter"> + We come in arms, we stand ten score + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page284">284</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Welcome, wild north-easter + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page262">262</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a class="pagebreak" name="page364" id="page364" title="364"></a>When + George the Third was reigning a hundred years ago + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page285">285</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + When I consider how my light is spent + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page29">29</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + When I have borne in memory what has tamed + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page101">101</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + When Love with unconfinèd wings + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page33">33</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + When the British warrior queen + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page86">86</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + When the head of Bran + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page290">290</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Where the remote Bermudas ride + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page39">39</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Why sitt'st thou by that ruined hall + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page130">130</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Winds of the World, give answer! They are whimpering to and fro + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page335">335</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + With stout Erle Percy, there was slaine + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page54">54</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Would you hear of an old-time sea-fight + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page255">255</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="letter"> + Ye Mariners of England + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page143">143</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Ye shall know that in Atli's feast-hall on the side that joined the + house + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page293">293</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more + </td> + <td class="right"> + <a href="#page21">21</a> + </td> + </tr> + </table> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Lyra Heroica, by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LYRA HEROICA *** + +***** This file should be named 19316-h.htm or 19316-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/1/9/3/1/19316/ + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Daniel Emerson Griffith and +the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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